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Wednesday, 22 November 2023

The Tenth Planet Original Airdate: 8 Oct, 1966

 The Tenth Planet

Original Airdate: 8 Oct, 1966


Episode One

[Tracking room]


(The Zeus 4 probe blasts off from Earth, it's two man crew on a routine atmospheric testing flight. The spacecraft is tracked from the underground control room of Snowcap Base at the South Pole. Here the team of international scientists and technicians is led by a physicist, Doctor Barclay, although the base itself is under the military command of General Cutler, an American who takes his orders directly from Geneva HQ.)

GENEVA [OC]: Handing Zeus 4 to Polar base. Will you take control now, please?

CUTLER: We have Zeus 4. Thank you, Geneva.

DYSON: (bald) Snowcap to Zeus 4. Over to local control channel J for Jimmy.

WILLIAMS [OC]: Over to J for Jimmy now.

CUTLER: Good morning gentlemen. You lucky devils. Have a nice trip.

SCHULTZ [OC]: (Australian) Why not come up and join us?

CUTLER: The penguins might miss me. Take over, will you, Barclay?

(Barclay is bespectacled and bearded.)

BARCLAY: Sir. Dyson, give Texas Tracking the next orbital pattern, will you?

DYSON: Right, will do.

BARCLAY: Snowcap to Zeus 4. Morning, Blue, morning, Glyn. How do you read me?

SCHULTZ [OC]: Loud and clear, Snowcap, loud and clear. Hey, we have a great view of your weather. How is it your end?

BARCLAY: There's a blizzard and an eight force wind. Repeat your velocity for ground check please.


[Zeus 4]


SCHULTZ: Well, let's see. We have 18,250 at 0132.

WILLIAMS: (African American) Williams coming in. Cosmic management is now complete. Are you ready to receive data?

BARCLAY [OC]: Go ahead.

WILLIAMS: Okay, Bluey, let him have it. Are you receiving it?

BARCLAY [OC]: Yes, A one okay.


[Guard room]


(Below pin-ups of of young ladies in a state of undress, a young Italian private is reading a comic book and singing La Donna E Mobile. His American sergeant is peering into a periscope)

SERGEANT: Man, it's blowing like crazy out there. All I can see is snow, snow and more snow.

(On the surface, the blocky periscope protrudes a metre or so up out of the freezing ground, not far from the squat chimneys, aerials and access hatches that are the only external evidence of the base. As the periscope tracks slowly round, it misses the sight of a blue police box materialising a short distance away.)


[Tardis]


DOCTOR: Quite an arctic storm blowing out there. Come along, Polly, my child, with my cloak.

(Ben is zipping up a parka, and Polly has found a fur coat and hat)

POLLY: Hey Doctor, you've got the most fantastic wardrobe.

DOCTOR: Yes, well I'm glad you approve, my child.

POLLY: These are gorgeous. Where do you shop, Carnaby Street?

BEN: Who do you think you are, Nanook of the North or something?

DOCTOR: Oh now, now, now. Stop being so flippant. We don't know what we're in for outside there. Now come along, come along, come along.

POLLY: There you are, Doctor. Are you sure you're going to be warm enough?

DOCTOR: Oh, like toast my dear. Now, did you find everything you want?

POLLY: Yes, thanks.

DOCTOR: All right, well let's go outside and investigate. Go along.


[South Pole]


POLLY: The Doctor was right about this being the coldest place on earth. I'm freezing already.

BEN: Yeah.

POLLY: Hey, what's this?

BEN: Well, watch it Polly.

POLLY: It's some kind of an aerial. There must be something buried underneath here. Hey, look over there. There's something moving.

BEN: Don't touch it, Polly. It looks like some kind of periscope.

POLLY: Is there some kind of a submarine or something down there?


[Guard room]


(The Sergeant gazes through the periscope in disbelief.)

SERGEANT: Hey Tito, will you come over here?

TITO: Oh, what is it?

SERGEANT: Come over here, quick. I can see people!

TITO: Sure, sure, lots of people.

SERGEANT: And there's a woman.

TITO: A woman. A woman? Hey!

(Everyone pays attention.)

TITO: Come on. (looks through the periscope) Hey, hey! Mama Mia. Bellissima.

(He's looking straight at Polly. The Sergeant takes the periscope back and moves it around to see the Tardis.)

SERGEANT: Looks looks like some kind of a hut. Quick, take those small arms. Get upstairs and get bring them down. Get moving!


[South Pole]


(Moments later, the Doctor, Ben and Polly are surrounded by armed guards.)

BEN: I think we'd better go with them.

(They all climb carefully down through the trapdoor.)


[Guard room]


(Down the spiral metal staircase.)

SERGEANT: Move it. Come on. Hurry up. Come on. Let's go, let's go. Come on, pops, will you move it? Will you move it, pops? Let's go, come on!

DOCTOR: Please stop that. Please, please stop that.

SERGEANT: Just a moment, pops. Now, who are you, and what are you doing here?

POLLY: Oh, we just landed outside.

SERGEANT: What in?

POLLY: Well it's a sort of spaceship actually.

TITO: Ha ha! Some spaceship, boss!

SERGEANT: You can knock off the jokes.

BEN: She's not joking.

SERGEANT: Look buddy, I want the truth, and quick.

DOCTOR: Can you tell us precisely where we are, please?

SERGEANT: You're at the South Pole base of International Space Command, and frankly, pops

DOCTOR: Doctor.

SERGEANT: Doctor, your story's gonna have to be awful good.

POLLY: So you mean we are on Earth?

BEN: Well you heard, the South Pole.

SERGEANT: Oh boy. Tito, get the CO.

TITO: He's a-not going to like it.

SERGEANT: Get him!

DOCTOR: Why don't you speak up, I'm deaf! (sotto) Who's the CO?

BEN: The Commanding Officer, the boss.

(Tito gets on the telephone.)

TITO: Hallo, sir? Private Tito, duty guard here. Could you give a message to the General please?

BEN: General?

SERGEANT: General Cutler, the CO.

TITO: Sir? I know, but this is an emergency! What's that? The General's not there? Well can-a you tell me where he is then?

CUTLER: Right here, Private. What is it, Sergeant?

SERGEANT: Ah, well, sir.

CUTLER: Who are these people?

SERGEANT: Well sir, they just appeared outside.

CUTLER: What?

SERGEANT: Yes, sir, as I said they just appeared. From a hut.

CUTLER: A hut?

SERGEANT: Yes, sir. Never been there before.

TITO: That's a-right General. That's just the way it happened.

CUTLER: Well? Who are you?

BEN: Able seaman Ben Jackson, sir, Royal Navy.

CUTLER: Then why aren't you with your ship?

BEN: That's a bit difficult to explain, sir.

CUTLER: Yeah, I'll bet my sweet life it is.

DOCTOR: We don't intend you any harm, General, I can assure you of that.

CUTLER: You can assure me of what you like but whether I'll believe you or not is another question. I haven't got time to deal with these now, but when I do you'd better have a good explanation.

DOCTOR: I don't like your tone, sir.

CUTLER: And I don't like your face, nor your hair. Sergeant, bring them into Tracking and put them under guard in the Observation room. I'll deal with them as soon as I have time.

SERGEANT: Yes, sir!


[Tracking room]


(Cutler enters, closely followed by the Sergeant, Tito and his prisoners. The Doctor, Ben and Polly are shepherded through the room into the adjoining observation area.)

TITO: OK, come on, move, avanti, avanti, svarro.

CUTLER: All right, all right. Don't sit there like a lot of frustrated penguins. Get on with it.


[Observation room]


POLLY: Hey, isn't it smashing. It looks just like that rocket place in America.

BEN: Yeah, but I wonder why there are so few people. I mean it's not like what you see on the telly, is it?

SERGEANT: I don't know what you see on your TV, son, but this is General Cutler's outfit. Come on, you'd better take a seat.

(Ben and Polly sit down.)

SERGEANT: He don't like a lot of personnel. Cuts down to the bare minimum and works them right into the ground. We only spend a couple of months on this station anyway. We can't stand more than that.

(The travellers take off their coats.)

POLLY: I see. Hey, perhaps we can catch a lift back to England.

BEN: Oh, I can't see the squire there giving us a free lift anywhere.

DOCTOR: Well, I don't want to depress you both but I'm afraid we're not quite where you think we are.

BEN: What do you mean?

POLLY: What?

DOCTOR: Well, just take a peek at that.

(A calendar on the wall shows December 1986.)

POLLY: 1986! Oh no, and I thought we'd be able to get home.

BEN: Yeah, we're still at sea. Here, but that'll explain the few people. Them computers must do all the work now. Here, I wonder if they got to the moon yet.

SERGEANT: Sure, don't you listen to the news?

BEN: You mean you have sent people to the moon?

SERGEANT: Yeah, an expedition just returned.

POLLY: Well, what's this flight then?

SERGEANT: Oh, this is just a normal atmosphere testing probe.

DOCTOR: Yes, I see. A rocket testing site.

(The Sergeant presses the intercom button.)

SERGEANT: Hey, what's that?

BARCLAY [OC]: An error? Where?


[Tracking room]


WILLIAMS [OC]: Looks bad. We're now over South Island New Zealand and reading a height of 1100 miles.

BARCLAY: 1100? But that's impossible! Dyson, check what it should be, will you?

DYSON: It should be 980.

BARCLAY: No, it can't be. Let me try.

DYSON: Let me do it.

BARCLAY: No, you're right. 980 miles? They're out of position by more than a hundred miles!

DYSON: Looks like it.

BARCLAY: Snowcap to Zeus 4. Can you read me?

WILLIAMS [OC]: Zeus 4 to Snowcap. Strength 8, over.

BARCLAY: Take visual checks on Mars to establish position. Report back.

WILLIAMS [OC]: Will do, out.


[Zeus 4]


WILLIAMS: Did you get that, Dan?

SCHULTZ: Yeah.

WILLIAMS: Okay, go ahead. Should be about 4-2-0.

(Checking through the telescope.)

SCHULTZ: No. It's 4-3-2.

WILLIAMS: It can't be. Try again.

SCHULTZ: I am.

WILLIAMS: Come on, shake it up. We'll be back in sunrise in a bit.

SCHULTZ: Cut it out, Glyn.

WILLIAMS: Did you read conversation?

BARCLAY [OC]: Yes. We're getting a Mars fix too. Call back.

SCHULTZ: Hey, Glyn?

WILLIAMS: Yeah?

SCHULTZ: Well, er, take it easy but, er

WILLIAMS: Come on, come on, what is it?

SCHULTZ: It wasn't Mars I had.

WILLIAMS: Well that explains it, doesn't it. Come on now, Dan, try again.

SCHULTZ: No, listen, Glyn, there's something else out there.

WILLIAMS: What do you mean?

SCHULTZ: There's another planet out there!

WILLIAMS: Another planet?

SCHULTZ: Yeah.

WILLIAMS: Yeah, you're right. There is something. I can't see properly but it reads as if it was in orbit between Mars and Venus.

SCHULTZ: Yeah, that's it. Funny how I can't put me finger on it but it looks kinda familiar.

WILLIAMS: Yeah.

SCHULTZ: Came the dawn.

WILLIAMS: Yeah. Well, I guess we've had enough Earth observations for a bit. Hello Snowcap. Hello Snowcap. We're now in dawn over San Francisco. Can you get the subject from where you are?

BARCLAY [OC]: Snowcap to Zeus 4. You are very faint. Put up your power output please.

WILLIAMS: It is up.

BARCLAY [OC]: Reading you strength 3. Come in, please.

WILLIAMS: Repeat, can you get the subject on your retina scope?

BARCLAY [OC]: Can do.

WILLIAMS: Hey. Hey, Dan. That's odd.

SCHULTZ: Yeah?

WILLIAMS: Fuel cells are showing a power loss.

RADAR: I've found it, sir.


[Observation room]


(The Doctor has written something on a piece of paper from his notebook.)

DOCTOR: Here we are. Well now, excuse me, my dear. Take this to your General please.

SERGEANT: Me? You crazy?

DOCTOR: Very well, then, take me to the General. I think perhaps I can help him.

SERGEANT: Oh, I don't know.

DOCTOR: Now look here, Sergeant. This is urgent. I insist.


[Tracking room]


SERGEANT: General, sir.

CUTLER: Yes, what is it?

SERGEANT: The old boy would like to have a word with you. Claims it's urgent.

CUTLER: Okay, bring him over. But make it fast.

DOCTOR: I think I know what you are going to see.

CUTLER: How can you possibly?

BARCLAY: What?

(Barclay takes the paper and puts it in his back pocket.)

CUTLER: Oh, get him back over there.

DOCTOR: I've written down here what he will see. Now take your hands off me, please.

(The Doctor is hustled away again.)

DYSON: Barclay. It's not very clear but it's a planet all right.

CUTLER: How could it be? Planets don't just appear.

BARCLAY: It must be on an oblique orbit.

DYSON: It's approaching quite fast. Barclay, couldn't it be

BARCLAY: I know what you're thinking. Zeus 4 is out of orbit and a new planet has appeared. Therefore the new planet is influencing Zeus 4. Right?

DYSON: That's about it.

BARCLAY: We must get them down.

CUTLER: An emergency splash zone?

BARCLAY: Yes. Snowcap calling Zeus 4, come in please. Zeus 4, come in please. Do you read me?

WILLIAMS [OC]: Yes, we read you loud and clear.

BARCLAY: You are strength 2 only. Come in, please. Speak up.

WILLIAMS [OC]: Fuel cells are showing a power loss.

BARCLAY: Power loss? How much?

WILLIAMS [OC]: Main tanks are down approximately


[Zeus 4]


WILLIAMS: Twenty percent.

BARCLAY [OC]: We are going to bring you down.

WILLIAMS: Roger. We need coordinates to correct orbit.

BARCLAY [OC]: Stand by.

SCHULTZ: What the heck's going on, Glyn?

WILLIAMS: I don't know. Let's get down there and find out.

SCHULTZ: Yeah.

BARCLAY [OC]: Snowcap to Zeus 4, corrected co-ordinates are 0-0-4-8-2-0-8-2-3.

WILLIAMS: Right. We're now correct. Out. Ready on attitude test, Bluey?

SCHULTZ: Ready.

WILLIAMS: Okay, go.

(Schultz pushes the aircraft style controls forward.)

WILLIAMS: Again.

(Schultz triggers a second thruster burst. Suddenly the craft lurches to one side.)

SCHULTZ: Look, look!

(Through the porthole the horizon can be seen spinning crazily.)

SCHULTZ: We're tumbling!

WILLIAMS: No! Use the manual controls!

SCHULTZ: I can't.

(They both pull on the lever.)

WILLIAMS: Come on. Come on.

(Finally it works. They are exhausted.)

WILLIAMS: What the heck's going on? I feel absolutely clamped down.

SCHULTZ: It's like something's sucked out all the power out of my body.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: Zeus 4 will splash down at 14:45 your time.

DYSON: Thank you, keep checking.

CUTLER: Yes? Yes, all helicopters to area 6 immediately.

DYSON: Hello, Rome computer base. Final descent path please. Compute and report.

BARCLAY: Snowcap to Zeus 4. Your flight path is now correcting.

SCHULTZ [OC]: Power loss is increasing and something's happened to our limbs. We're both finding great difficulty in moving.

BARCLAY: Well, you've been up there a fair time. It's probably just space fatigue.

SCHULTZ [OC]: No, it's quite different. We had to operate the manual controls together. Neither of us could have done it alone.

BARCLAY: Well, I, er, we have your descent path now.


[Zeus 4]


WILLIAMS: You'll have to bring us in this time round. We can't hang on any longer.

BARCLAY [OC]: You must! We can't bring you in this time. You'll overshoot.

SCHULTZ: We'll never make it, Glyn.

WILLIAMS: Yes, we will, Bluey. Come on now. We'll check the re-entry controls. Ready?

SCHULTZ: Yeah.

WILLIAMS: Retros 1 and 3.

SCHULTZ: Okay.

WILLIAMS: Main chute cover.

SCHULTZ: Yeah.

WILLIAMS: Heat shield bolts.

SCHULTZ: Right.

WILLIAMS: Hey. Hey, Bluey, what do you make our position?

SCHULTZ: We're swinging out again!

WILLIAMS: Emergency! Emergency! We've lost flight path again. Give correction, please. Urgent!


[Tracking room]


BARCLAY: Will do. Stand by. It must be the planet. Its gravity is affecting the capsule.

DYSON: What shall we do about it?

BARCLAY: Well, first of all we must give Zeus 4 a new correction path. Will you do that?

DYSON: Right away.

BARCLAY: You try and get a better fix on that so-called planet and see what it is.

TECHNICIAN: Right sir.

CUTLER: It's clearer now.


[Observation room]


BARCLAY: You say you know what this planet is. Well, what is it?

DOCTOR: Well I'm not quite sure, sir. Let me have another look into this instrument.

DYSON [OC]: Zeus 4, Zeus 4, can you hear, over?

BARCLAY: (intercom) Feed the retina scope into the observations room monitor.

CUTLER: Look, Doctor Barclay, let's just get those boys down.

DOCTOR: General, General, yes, it's just as I thought. Come and have a look at these land masses.

CUTLER: Land masses? I don't see. I see what you mean.

DOCTOR: Now, doesn't that remind you of anything?

CUTLER: Remind? No, I don't think so.

BEN: Yeah, it looks familiar somehow.

POLLY: Yeah. Hey, Ben, look, that bit looks just like Malaysia!

BEN: Oh, give over. No, hang on, isn't that? Well it looks like South America. But it can't be though!

BARCLAY: But there is a similarity.

(They appear to be seeing the globe spinning with the north pole at the bottom.)

CUTLER: Nonsense, how could there be?

BARCLAY: This is unbelievable. That's surely Africa?

POLLY: Yes, certainly, and that is Malaysia!

CUTLER: Ridiculous. There must be some reflection off Earth.

BARCLAY: No, it can't be, there's nothing to reflect on.

DOCTOR: And now, my dear Doctor Barclay, I suggest you look at that piece of paper I gave you.

BARCLAY: Paper? Oh yes. (reads it) You knew!

DOCTOR: Certainly.

CUTLER: Knew what?

BARCLAY: He has correctly written down what we have just seen and he did it before we saw it.

CUTLER: It's a simple confidence trick, that's all.

BARCLAY: No, I know when he gave me the paper. Now you clearly know something more about the situation. Can you be more explicit?

DOCTOR: Yes, sir, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can. You see, millions of years ago there was a twin planet to Earth and

CUTLER: Oh, for heaven's sake!


[Tracking room]


DYSON: Roger, Zeus 4. We will give you more information. Over and out.

CUTLER: Get me Geneva on the radio link.

BARCLAY: I do think we ought to hear the old boy out.

CUTLER: We'll see what Wigner has to say about this.


[Observation room]


POLLY: You're looking terribly worried, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Am I my dear? Yes, I'm afraid I am rather worried.

BEN: What is it Doctor? What's up?

DOCTOR: Well you see, Ben, I know what this planet is and what it means to Earth.

BEN: And what does it mean to Earth?

DOCTOR: Well, that pretty soon we shall be having visitors.

BEN: Visitors? What, here? Well, who do you think's bringing 'em, Father Christmas on his sledge?

DOCTOR: Oh, quiet, boy, quiet!


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: ISC Geneva? Put me through to the General Secretary, immediately. Yes, that's right.


[Observation room]


DOCTOR: May I ask who that was?

SERGEANT: You're late, soldier. I was due for my break five minutes ago. Doctor, you don't know nothing about what's going on. That's the Secretary General of International Space Command, Mister Wigner.


[International Space Command]


(Wigner sits at an impressive desk, a large world map on the wall behind him. His international staff work around him.)

WIGNER: This is very hard to believe, General. Are you quite sure?

CUTLER [OC]: Yes sir, there's no doubt at all.

WIGNER: Very well. Just a moment please. Get on to Mount Palomar. Ask them to provide us with a picture as soon as possible. Contact Jodrell Bank and ask them to get an exact fix on this. We must have data, and quickly. Let me know the moment you have any more information, General.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: I'll do that, sir, but there's one more thing.

WIGNER [OC]: Yes?

CUTLER: We have three intruders.


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: Intruders? At the pole? Where did they come from?


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: Well I haven't interrogated yet, sir, but one of them seems to know a good deal about this new planet.


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: How can he possibly know?

CUTLER [OC]: I don't know but I'm going to find out.

WIGNER: Do that. Relay at once any further information.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: I'll do that sir.


[Observation room]


CUTLER: Now, suppose you tell me how you really came here.

DOCTOR: Yes, well, I'm afraid all that's going to be rather difficult.

CUTLER: Now just a minute. You turn up out of nowhere, a routine space shot goes wrong, a new planet appears and you tell us you know all about it. That puts you slap bang in the hot seat, right?

DOCTOR: Hot seat?

POLLY: But we've got nothing to do with it.

CUTLER: That you're going to have to prove.

DOCTOR: Well, I think if you allowed us to return where we came from

CUTLER: You're not going anywhere. (intercom) Sergeant?

SERGEANT [OC]: Yes sir?

CUTLER: Have you searched that hut yet?

SERGEANT [OC]: No, sir, we haven't.

CUTLER: Well, why not?! Look, I don't want any excuses, get out there and do it immediately. Now, perhaps we'll get to the bottom of this.


[Guard room]


SERGEANT: Come on, Tito, we have to go break into a hut.

TITO: What, that thing out there?

SERGEANT: Yeah, that's right. Come on, hurry up and get dressed up.

TITO: Oh, mama.


[South Pole]


(A small flying saucer lands a little way from the base. The Sergeant and Tito clamber up through the trapdoor onto the surface and go over to the Tardis. The Sergeant can't open the doors.)

SERGEANT: It's no good, Tito, we'll need a welding torch to get inside this thing. Get back inside and bring me out one. You'll need some help, okay?

TITO: Okay.

SERGEANT: Hurry up, will you, before I freeze to death.

(Tito leaves. Three tall shiny figures approach.)

SERGEANT: What the heck? Tito? Is that you, Tito? What's going on here? Who is that? Who the heck are you?

(The Sergeant fires his gun twice point blank at the lead silver giant. It hits him across the neck.)


[Guard room]


(Tito has got the torch.)

TITO: Okay Joe, that should do it. Okay, let's go.


[South Pole]


(Tito and Joe head to the Tardis.)

TITO: Hey, here it is, Sarge. Hey, sir, what's going on?

(The figure turns but it is not the Sergeant. Throwing off the jacket, it knocks Tito down as a second one takes out Joe. We get our first good look at these visitors. Bare human-like hands, silver suits with tubes and a box on the chest, and a blank masked face. A round device on the top of the head is fastened by tubes to where our ears would be.)


Episode Two


[Observation room]


CUTLER: That's the most fantastic story I've ever heard.

DOCTOR: I can only repeat, sir, what I have already told you. You will get visitors from that other planet.

CUTLER: Nonsense.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: What's the position on the capsule, Doctor Barclay?

BARCLAY: Full instructions have been issued, General. I'm just doing the final ground check.

CUTLER: What's the range?

RADAR: 1250 miles, sir.

CUTLER: How much off course?

RADAR: About 230 miles.

CUTLER: (unintelligible)

RADAR: (unintelligible)

CUTLER: I don't like it. Hello, Zeus 4. Cutler, Snowcap here. Now look, gentlemen, everything's under control, there's nothing to worry about. We're going to get you down here sure as God made little apples.

(Williams is on monitor 5 and Schultz on monitor 4.)

WILLIAMS [OC]: Okay.

CUTLER: We'll be seeing you.

(Barclay is taking a quick mouthful of drink.)

CUTLER: All right, Doctor Barclay, this isn't a convalescent home.

BARCLAY: All right.

DYSON: Are you all right.

BARCLAY: Yes. Ready?

DYSON: Ready.


[South Pole]


(The three Cybermen - for it is they - put on the guards' parkas and move towards the trapdoor. The bodies are nearly covered in snow already.)


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: Get me Polar base.

WOMAN: We are having trouble there, sir.

WIGNER: Keep trying.

WOMAN: Yes sir.

(Wigner switches on a small television on his desk.)

REPORTER [on screen]: And since it was first discovered at the South Pole rocket base


[International Television News Studio]


REPORTER: Reports have been coming in from observatories the world over confirming its' existence.

(The reporter is passed a sheet of paper, which he reads from.)

REPORTER: And here, straight from Mount Palomar observatory, is the first picture of our new neighbour in space.

(The upside-down Earth with Australia at the top.)

REPORTER: Some observers have reported that its land masses resemble those of Earth, but this is being hotly disputed in top astronomical circles and no general agreement has yet been reached.

REPORTER: Jodrell bank, England, says the planet is approaching Earth but there is absolutely no cause for alarm. It won't come near enough to collide.


[International Space Command]


REPORTER [on screen]: So I repeat, there is no danger.

(Wigner turns the television off.)

WIGNER: Let's hope they are right. What about Polar base? Are you through?

WOMAN: No, sir. We can't get them.

WIGNER: What's happened?

WOMAN: There's some interference, sir.

WIGNER: What sort?

WOMAN: Well, that's the trouble, sir. We don't know. It's enormously powerful and it seems to be coming from the base.

WIGNER: We must get in touch with them.


[Tracking room]


BARCLAY: (into microphone) May I have your attention, everybody. This is very important, so please listen carefully. Final orbit commencing from base reference one is four minutes, ten seconds from now. Now, we've got a very difficult job on our hands and I want everybody to be on their toes all the time. If the capsule power falls too low I shall take over re-entry from here, and for that I want the entire team behind me. Now, base reference one commencing


[Observation area]


BARCLAY [OC]: Now.

DOCTOR: Yes, they must bring them down.

BEN: But why, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Because they can't last another orbit.


[Tracking room]


(The Doctor storms in, then stops as he spots three pairs of silver boots entering from outside. He shakes the General's shoulder.)

DOCTOR: It's imperative that I talk to you, General.

CUTLER: Get away, old man. Can't you see

DOCTOR: (to Barclay.) You, will you pay attention? Will you?!

(Cutler sees the three Cybermen and mistakes them for soldiers.)

CUTLER: Get this man back into the Observation room. Sergeant, that was an order! Take that man back to the obs

(The Cyberman takes off his parka. Polly screams. The other two Cybermen reveal themselves.)

CUTLER: Back to your places.

(Suddenly, the soldier who had been guarding the Doctor, Ben and Polly rushes towards the Cyberman with his gun raised. The Cyberman at the top of the landing aims a light device at him. Smoke comes from the guard's body, and he falls backwards to the floor.)


[Observation room]


POLLY: Oh. no!

BEN: Come back, Polly. They'll blow your head off!

DOCTOR: Hey!


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: Now look, I don't know who you are or what you are, but we've got two men in space. If we don't act now we won't get them back alive.

(The Cyberman opens its mouth but does not move any lips as it speaks in a strange sing-song tone that puts emphasis in all the wrong places.)

KRAIL: They will not return.

CUTLER: Why not?

KRAIL: It is unimportant now.

CUTLER: But We must get them back! When

KRAIL: There is really no point. They could never reach Earth now.

POLLY [OC]: But don't you care?

KRAIL: Care? No, why should I care?


[Observation room]


POLLY: Because they're people and they're going to die!


[Tracking room]


KRAIL: I do not understand you. There are people dying all over your world yet you do not care about them.

(Polly rushes in, with the Doctor and Ben behind her.)

POLLY: Yes, but we could avoid their deaths.

KRAIL: You will be wondering what has happened. Your astronomers must have just discovered a new planet. Is that not so?

BARCLAY: Yes, that's right.

KRAIL: That is where we come from. It is called Mondas.

BEN: Mondas?

BARCLAY: Mondas? But isn't that one of the ancient names of Earth?

KRAIL: Yes. Aeons ago the planets were twins, then we drifted away from you on a journey to the edge of space. Now we have returned.

BEN: You were right, Doctor.

BARCLAY: But who or what are you?

KRAIL: We are called Cybermen.

BARCLAY: Cybermen?

KRAIL: Yes, Cybermen. We were exactly like you once but our cybernetic scientists realised that our race was getting weak.

BARCLAY: Weak? How?

KRAIL: Our life span was getting shorter, so our scientists and doctors devised spare parts for our bodies until we could be almost completely replaced.

POLLY: But that means you're not like us. You're robots!

KRAIL: Our brains are just like yours except that certain weaknesses have been removed.

BARCLAY: Weaknesses? What weaknesses?

KRAIL: You call them emotions, do you not?

POLLY: But that's terrible. You, you mean you wouldn't care about someone in pain?

KRAIL: There would be no need. We do not feel pain.

POLLY: But we do.

(Suddenly Cutler lunges to a desk and presses a button.)

CUTLER: Ha, that'll fix you! Europe will know there's an emergency here now.

KRAIL: That was really most unfortunate. You should not have done that.


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: Well, it seems to me there is a pattern. Number 1, a new planet appears. Number 2, the Earth is losing it's energy. Number 3, as the planet gets nearer, the energy loss gets worse. This in my mind connects the two. Exactly how I don't know, but a

WOMAN: Sir!

WIGNER: Yes, what is it?

WOMAN: Emergency signal from the Pole, sir.

WIGNER: What did they say?

WOMAN: Well, nothing, sir. It went off again.

WIGNER: Heavy static, emergency signal. Get them on the emergency microlink.


[Tracking room]


KRAIL: Switch on the radio and tell Europe that nothing further has happened and that all is well here.

CUTLER: I'll do no such thing.

KRAIL: That is an order.

CUTLER: Go take a jump!

KRAIL: Trigger pack.

(Talon puts its hands on Cutler's head and he goes rigid. The Cybermen lay him down on a ledge by the stairs.)

KRAIL: Stay where you are.

POLLY: You've killed him!

KRAIL: I have not killed him. He will recover. Now, someone must answer your commander in Europe. He is waiting.

BARCLAY: I refuse.

KRAIL: You.

DYSON: Yes?

KRAIL: Which are the communication controls?

DYSON: They're over there.

BARCLAY: Dyson!

(Cyberman 1 walks over to the Zeus 4 monitors.)

KRAIL: Stand aside.

BARCLAY: What are you going to do?

(Cyberman 1 hefts a light weapon.)

KRAIL: You will see.

BARCLAY: If you destroy those we shall be unable to keep contact with the capsule.

KRAIL: Your commander is still waiting for your report.

DYSON: For God's sake, Barclay, do as he asks. Do you want the place destroyed?

BARCLAY: All right. Come in, Geneva.

WIGNER [OC]: Snowcap. What's going on? We received an emergency from you on the microlink.

BARCLAY: (stammering) It was a fault. We're looking at it now. I'm sorry about the false alarm.

WIGNER [OC]: Where is this static coming from? We can hardly hear you, even on these bands.

BARCLAY: It, well, I think it must have been the reactor. We had the moderator on for a time this afternoon and er, well, well that's probably it.

WIGNER [OC]: I see. Contact us if you have any further reports on this new planet.

BARCLAY: Yes, sir.

(Transmission ends.)

DYSON: Well done, Barclay. Now the space capsule will have another chance.

BARCLAY: Now you must let us try and get in touch with our astronauts.

KRAIL: I told you it is impossible for them to get back now. The pull of Mondas is too strong.

BARCLAY: But you must let us try, please.

KRAIL: It is a foregone conclusion. You are wasting time. However, if you wish to contact them I have no objection. He and his colleagues may use their equipment. Any attempt at deceit however, kill them at once. Remove the soldier. I will carry on detail.

BARCLAY: Snowcap to Zeus 4, come in please. Zeus 4, come in please.

WILLIAMS [OC]: We have you. Over.

BARCLAY: Prepare to check orbital density.

WILLIAMS [OC]: Ready.

BARCLAY: As it was.

(The Cybermen leave the soldier's rifle behind on the floor.)

BEN: Right, Doctor. While they take him out, we'll make a break for it.

DOCTOR: Hmm?

BEN: We can get back to the Tardis!

DOCTOR: Well how can we do that, boy?

BEN: Well, we can make a break for it down that corridor, to the trapdoor and then bolt it from behind.

DOCTOR: Nonsense, nonsense, they'll burn us down in a flash.

BEN: We can do with that for a start.

(Ben picks up the rifle.)

DOCTOR: No, Ben!

POLLY: No, they'll see you. Ben, for goodness sake!

KRAIL: Stop! Come here.

(The Cyberman is aiming his weapon at Ben.)

KRAIL: You do not seem to take us seriously.

(The Cyberman takes the rifle from Ben and bends it.)

BEN: Blimey!

KRAIL: Take him out and look after him. It is quite useless to resist us. We are stronger and more efficient than your Earth people. We must be obeyed.


[Projection room]


(Ben is thrown into the room and the door is locked.)

BEN: Locked! Oh, now where've they put me?

(The reel to reel projector and the cans of film on the shelves rather give it away.)

BEN: Oh great. A projection room!


[Zeus 4]


BARCLAY [OC]: You begin exactly 60 seconds from now. Are you ready to go?

SCHULTZ: Yeah, ready.

BARCLAY [OC]: Our readings here show that you need forward correction of 7 degrees.

WILLIAMS: Yes, that checks. We'll correct with attitude control. Okay, Bluey, go ahead.

SCHULTZ: Hello, Snowcap. We've reoriented capsule. Attitude now correct.

BARCLAY [OC]: Retro rockets to go in 20 seconds. After I give you the time check you'll come in on your own. Right?

WILLIAMS: Will do.

BARCLAY [OC]: Ready. 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fire!

WILLIAMS: Okay, Bluey, check velocity. I'll do ground check.

SCHULTZ: We're not down to re-entry velocity.

WILLIAMS: What?

SCHULTZ: We're still at 14-5, we should be down to 11-2.

WILLIAMS: We'll have to use the retros again. Quick man, quick!

SCHULTZ: Fuel's gone.

WILLIAMS: Hello Snowcap. Hello Snowcap, fuel's gone! Can't get back in! Any ideas?

(Bluey puts on his spacesuit helmet.)


[Tracking room]


DYSON: Look at the radar now. They're accelerating!

POLLY: Can't you do anything to help them?

BARCLAY: No, the retro fuel's gone.

DOCTOR: Terrible, terrible.

RADAR: Emergency red and await instructions. I repeat, emergency red.

DYSON: Their course is changing now, they're spinning out. The acceleration is enormous!


[Zeus 4]


(Smoke is bellowing out of everything. Glyn struggles to fasten his helmet on securely.)


[Tracking room]


DYSON: They're beyond escape velocity now. They can't possibly re-enter.

(Monitors 1 + 2 flash white and then go blank.)

POLLY: What happened?

DOCTOR: I'm afraid the spaceship exploded, my dear.

POLLY: You mean they're dead?

KRAIL: Now perhaps you can see that your planet is in great and imminent danger. In order to save you we shall require information to be transmitted to Mondas.

DOCTOR: Save us?

POLLY: What about those poor men?

KRAIL: Perhaps you will co-operate. Mondas drew the ship away. It was unavoidable.

DYSON: Why? What is happening?

KRAIL: I will require your name.

(The Cyberman walks to Dyson and holds a small microphone towards him.)

DYSON: Tell us!

KRAIL: The energy of Mondas is nearly exhausted and now we turn to it's twin and will gather energy from Earth.

BARCLAY: But but!

DOCTOR: Gather energy?!

KRAIL: Age, name and occupation.

BARCLAY: But for how long?

DYSON: My name is John Dyson, supervising engineer.

KRAIL: Until it is all gone. Age.

DYSON: But that means that the Earth will, will die!

KRAIL: Yes. Everything on Earth will stop. Age, please.

BARCLAY: But you can't calmly stand there and tell us we're all going to die!

KRAIL: You are not going to die.

DOCTOR: And how are you going to stop this energy drain from Mondas?

KRAIL: Name and occupation please. We cannot. It is beyond our powers.

DOCTOR: How are we going to survive?!

KRAIL: Speak please. By coming with us. Age.

BARCLAY: With you?

KRAIL: Yes. We are going to take you all back to Mondas. Your age please.

DOCTOR: His age is unimportant here!

BARCLAY: That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life!

DOCTOR: You cannot for one moment


[Projection room]


(Ben tests a screwdriver against a tabletop.)

BEN: Oh, I can just imagine trying to tackle one of them geezers with a screwdriver.

(He looks at the projector.)

BEN: Hey, wait a minute! If I was to turn this on the door, it might blind him! Yeah.

(Ben turns off the lights, then turns on the projector. An old western appears.)

BEN: Hah! I saw that film twenty years ago.

(With the film lined up on the top of the door Ben starts banging on it.)

BEN: Oy, come in here mate, you're wanted! Oy, come in here!

(The Cyberman opens the door and cover its eyes. Ben grabs it's light weapon and backs away.)

BEN: Now then, Fred!

CYBERMAN: Do not resist. Give me that weapon.

(The Cyberman is only six feet away from Ben.)

BEN: I'm sorry, mate, I'm giving the orders here. Now look, get back. I'm telling you, get back!

(The Cyberman raises his arm so Ben triggers the weapon.)

BEN: You didn't give me no alternative!


[Tracking room]


BARCLAY: There's no scientific certainty that this is a dying planet.

DYSON: Perhaps we'd prefer to take our chances here.

KRAIL: You must come and live with us.

POLLY: But we cannot live with you. You're, you're different. You've got no feelings.

KRAIL: Feelings? I do not understand that word.

DOCTOR: Emotions. Love, pride, hate, fear. Have you no emotions, sir?

KRAIL: Come to Mondas and you will have no need of emotions. You will become like us.

POLLY: Like you?

KRAIL: We have freedom from disease, protection against heat and cold, true mastery. Do you prefer to die in misery?

(Cutler wakes up. Cyberman 2 has his back to him.)

POLLY: But look, surely it's possible for us not to lose Earth's energy?

KRAIL: It is inevitable.

POLLY: Then you don't mind if we all die.

KRAIL: Why should we mind?

DOCTOR: Why? Why?!

POLLY: Because millions and millions of people are going to suffer and die horribly!

KRAIL: We shall not be affected.

POLLY: Don't you think of anything except yourselves?

KRAIL: We are equipped to survive. We are only interested in survival. Anything else is of no importance. Your deaths will not affect us.

(Ben has arrived on the landing. Cutler signals for Ben to pass him the light unit.)

POLLY: But I can't make you understand, you're condemning us all to die. Have you no heart?

KRAIL: No, that is one of the weaknesses that we have removed.

(Cutler fires the light weapon at Talon then Krail. They die.)

CUTLER: All right, get me Geneva, quick! Come on, let's have some action. Get rid of these things.

DOCTOR: I don't think you should have done that, General. We may have learned a very great deal.

CUTLER: Yeah, we may have lost a very great deal. Our lives.

(Cutler picks up the telephone.)

CUTLER: Put me through to the General Secretary. Is Zeus 4 down yet?

BARCLAY: I'm afraid we lost them, General.


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: We followed Zeus 4's last orbit from here. A terrible tragedy.

CUTLER [OC]: Yes, sir, but I'm afraid that's not the hassle. We've had more visitors.

WIGNER: Visitors?

CUTLER [OC]: Yes, sir. They're part man, part robot. They come from this new planet, Mondas. Three of them broke into the base here and overpowered us.

WIGNER: What's happened to them now?

CUTLER [OC]: We overwhelmed them sir, but there'll be more on their way.

WIGNER: Hold on, Cutler. Military bases all round the world must be put on immediate alert. Cutler, could you deal with another attack, with your limited resources?

CUTLER [OC]: Yes, we can handle them.

WIGNER: Good. Now, Cutler, we've got a special task for you. We sent up a single astronaut to help Schultz and Williams down.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: When did you send him up?

WIGNER [OC]: He was sent from Woomera at 14:59 hours.

CUTLER: Yes? You want me to take over the tracking?

WIGNER [OC]: Yes. Establish contact immediately. One other thing. This is a dangerous mission. We needed for a brave man, so we asked for volunteers.

CUTLER: So?

WIGNER [OC]: Your son volunteered. Cutler? Are you there?

CUTLER: Yes, sir. Yes I'm here. You've sent my son to his death. You realise that, I hope.

WIGNER [OC]: We'll bring him down.

CUTLER: What about the loss of power?


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: His spacecraft has double the reserves of Zeus 4.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: He's gonna need it.

WIGNER [OC]: Good luck, General.


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: If Cutler is right, then we are probably going to fight the first interplanetary war.

(Radio telescopes scan the skies, including Jodrell Bank and Goonhilly if I'm not mistaken.)


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: All right, that's the information, gentlemen. Now get cracking, and establish contact with it.

ALL: Right, sir.

BARCLAY: But surely, General.

CUTLER: No buts. Get the information from computer, and let me know when you've got it.

BARCLAY: Right-o.

(Cutler picks up the phone.)

CUTLER: Security? Major, I want the guard doubled on the main entrance. Use section 1. Yes, and section 2 to the flight exit and tracks. Section 3 to the fuel tanks, check them over, and double the guard on them. What's that? I don't care what sort of a rest they're on! Get them out there, and do it quick! I'll get some action here yet. Missile control? Programme all Cobra anti-missiles for launch imminent. Stand in readiness and await instructions.

POLLY: What a ghastly man.

BEN: Yeah, I wouldn't want him on the bridge.

CUTLER: We'll soon have this place sealed up like a bottle.

DOCTOR: I think you rather underestimate the Cybermen, General.

CUTLER: Oh, that's what you reckon is it, old man? Well, you're entitled to your opinions so long as you keep them to yourself! You did well, boy, to kill that soldier.

BEN: I had no choice.

CUTLER: Oh, don't apologise. He's dead, isn't he?

POLLY: He seems to be enjoying all this.

CUTLER: What's that? What's that you said?

POLLY: I said you seem to be enjoying all this.

CUTLER: Look, missy, I've got a personal stake in this emergency. That's my son up in that capsule. And you know what happened to the last one.

POLLY: I'm sorry.

RADAR: Sir!

CUTLER: Yes?

RADAR: General Cutler, sir!

CUTLER: Yes, what is it?

RADAR: Strong signal on the early warning, unidentified.

CUTLER: Well, identify it, man!

RADAR: Yes sir, it's. There are hundreds of them, sir!

(On the radar screen a big bunch of small blips has appeared.)

CUTLER: Hundreds of what?

RADAR: Spaceships sir. In formation!


Episode Three


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: Spaceships. That means only one thing, more Cybermen. Dyson, see if you can get hold of Zeus 5. I want to speak to my son.

DYSON: Trying now, sir.

(The Doctor starts swaying and moaning.)

BEN: What's the matter, Doctor?

POLLY: Doctor, what's the matter?

(The Doctor collapses in their arms. They lower him gently to the floor.)

BEN: What's happened to him?

POLLY: Ben, do something quickly.

BEN: Yeah, he needs medical help and quick. General!

CUTLER: Yes, what is it?

BEN: It's the Doctor, he's passed out. He's ill!

CUTLER: Look, I've got enough on my plate without worrying about him. Get him down to one of the cabins and look after him. You, give him a hand.

TECH: Yes, sir.

DYSON: Coming through now, sir.

CUTLER: Good.

DYSON: Snowcap to Zeus 5. Snowcap to Zeus 5. How do you read me?

TERRY [OC]: Zeus 5 to Snowcap. Reading you loud and clear. Over.

CUTLER: Give me that. Hello, son. Zeus 5, are you experiencing any power loss?

TERRY [on monitor]: Hey, that voice sounds familiar.

CUTLER: Repeat, any power loss?

TERRY [on monitor]: You sound very het up down there. Yeah, there's some loss of power when I'm in orbit on the same side of Earth as this new planet, but it picks up again on the far side. I guess I'm shielded there. What happened to Williams and Schultz?

CUTLER: Well, er, you won't be meeting up and docking with them now. There's been a little trouble. So what we have to do is get you down now.


[Bunk room]


(Ben and Polly have settled the Doctor on a lower bunk bed.)

BEN: Oh, a fine time he picks for a kip. Well, come on Polly, let's get back to the control room.

POLLY: We can't leave him.

BEN: He seems all right. His pulse and breathing are normal.

POLLY: I don't understand it. He just seems to be worn out.

BEN: Well, look, there's nothing we can do till the quack gets here anyway. Come on.

POLLY: All right.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: Yes, well, let me know if there's any change. Now look, son, we're getting readings on our screens down here of a large formation of spaceships. Seen anything up there?

TERRY [on monitor]: Sounds kinda spooky. No, I've nothing to report so far.

CUTLER: They're on your orbit about thirty miles below you.

TERRY [on monitor]: No, I can't see anything, but it's pretty dark down there.

CUTLER: Well keep your eyes open and report any sightings immediately, okay?

TERRY [on monitor]: Check, sir.

CUTLER: Now take care, son. We'll get you down as soon as we can. Out.

DYSON: What do we do now?

CUTLER: I only hope I'm right. Now listen, men, the situation as I see it is this. We've got three major problems on our hands. One, my son has been sent up on a foolhardy mission and we've got to get him down. Two, another visit from these creatures is almost a certainty. Three, the Earth is being drained of it's energy by this so-called planet Mondas or whatever it's called.

DYSON: There's nothing we can do about any of them.

CUTLER: That's where you're wrong, Mister Dyson, we can do something. We can destroy Mondas.

BARCLAY: But that's impossible.

CUTLER: Impossible is not in my vocabulary, Doctor Barclay.

BARCLAY: And just how do you propose to do it?

CUTLER: By using the Zee-bomb.

BARCLAY: You can't do that!

CUTLER: I can and I will.

DYSON: What about the radiation effects on Earth?

CUTLER: That's a risk we'll have to take.

BARCLAY: But to use this bomb you'll have to get authority from Geneva.

CUTLER: I'll get authority, fella, right now. Get me Geneva.

BEN: What is the Zee-bomb?

CUTLER: What is it? It's a doomsday weapon, Mister, and rightly primed it could split that planet in half. There are two or three at strategic positions round the globe. We have one of them and the means of delivering it to Mondas.

BARCLAY: Secretary Wigner, sir.

CUTLER: Secretary?


[International Space Command]


(Wigner is down to shirt sleeves.)

WIGNER: Yes, General?

CUTLER [OC]: The expected attack, sir. They've been sighted in force.

WIGNER: Yes, I know. We've just got reports. They are coming in from all over the world. And to make matters worse, the energy drain is increasing rapidly. (to aide) Ouvrez les lignes des communications avec toute les (?) de monde. Allez-y.

WOMAN: Toute de suite.

WIGNER: Cutler, you must hold on as best you can.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: Yes, sir. Request permission, sir, to take defensive action against this planet.

WIGNER [OC]: What action?

CUTLER: The Zee-bomb, sir. Mounted in the warhead of a Demeter rocket and fired at Mondas, it could destroy it.


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: We can't take the risk. This might have disastrous effects, both on Earth and the atmosphere. We would have to consult our top scientists.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: But there isn't time for consultation. This is an emergency!

WIGNER [OC]: We must know exactly what we are doing.

CUTLER: But there isn't time, we'll have to take a chance!


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: No, General. You must take no precipitous action. This is quite out of the question.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: Yes, sir. But do you do give me authority to take any action necessary against the Cybermen?

WIGNER [OC]: Yes, of course. You must do all you can.

CUTLER: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

(Cutler puts the phone down.)

CUTLER: Right, gentlemen. Prepare to start the countdown.

BARCLAY: But surely you haven't got the authority to use that bomb!

CUTLER: Secretary Wigner has given me authority to take any steps necessary to stop the Cybermen.

BEN: Yeah, but I bet that didn't include using the Zee-bomb!

CUTLER: That is my order!

BEN: Look, tell him he can't use this bomb, Barclay. We'll all go up with it!

CUTLER: Now, look you. Ever since you came into this base you and that old man have poked your noses into things that don't concern you. Well, you've just done it for the last time. You, take them out of here and lock them up with the Doctor.

POLLY: But just a minute, are you sure there's only one way of dealing with the Cybermen?

CUTLER: As they are about to attack us, yes, I am sure.

BEN: But there is another way. To wait.

BARCLAY: I don't follow.

BEN: Look, the Doctor said that it's not only Earth that's in danger, but that Mondas itself is in far greater danger. Otherwise, why have they bothered coming here?

CUTLER: And just how did he figure that out? It's draining energy from the Earth, isn't it?

BEN: Yes, but he said eventually it would absorb too much energy and burn itself out. Well, shrivel up to nothing. So all we've got to do is wait!

CUTLER: Wait? Sure, wait until these Cybermen friends of yours get here and take over this planet. Oh no, mister, we're not going to wait. We're just going to accelerate the process a little. We're going to make it disappear just a little bit sooner, that's all.

BARCLAY: But don't you see, General? A nuclear explosion on Mondas would deliver a terrific blast of radiation, enough to destroy all the life on the side of the Earth that's facing it. It might even turn into a sun, a sort of supernova. And it would certainly destroy the space capsule.

CUTLER: That's a risk we'll have to take. So far as the capsule's concerned, Doctor Barclay, you are going to programme that bomb so that it hits Mondas at a time when my son's orbit has taken him to the far side of the Earth.

BARCLAY: But there are no guarantees of success.

CUTLER: I'm not arguing, Doctor.

RADAR: They're coming in closer, sir.

POLLY: I'm coming with you.

BEN: No, love, you stay here.

POLLY: But what about the Doctor?

BEN: No, I'll look after him. Now look, You heard what Barclay said. I think he's scared, so work on him, get him on our side.

POLLY: All right.

(Ben is escorted out.)

CUTLER: All right, Barclay, the bomb. Well?

BARCLAY: You'll have to be present at the fusing, General. Dyson is not allowed to do it without you.

CUTLER: Okay, Dyson, let's get on with it.

POLLY: Can I stay and help?

CUTLER: What do you think you could do?

POLLY: Well, I could make some coffee or something.

CUTLER: Oh, all right. I suppose we could do with some. Now, don't lose contact with my son, and keep track of those Cybermen. Let me know the moment an attack is imminent.

R/T: Yes, sir. Snowcap to Zeus 5. Snowcap to Zeus 5.

(Cutler leaves.)


[Bunk room]


BEN: Doctor! Doctor! Oh, what's the use? There must be a way out of here somewhere.

(Ben's penknife doesn't shift the lock.)

BEN: Oh, they didn't make locks like that in 1966.

(Ben spots the ventilation grill.)

BEN: Hey, wait a minute. I wonder where this leads to?


[Bomb assembly room]


(Everyone is in protective masks and clothing.)

CUTLER: Right, we'll fuse it now.

DYSON: Yes, sir.

(Dyson inspects the mechanism.)

CUTLER: Well, come on Barclay. What are we waiting for?

DYSON: Last minute checks, sir.

CUTLER: This little baby's gonna solve all our problems.

DYSON: Yes, sir.

CUTLER: Well, at least you agree with me, Dyson.

DYSON: If we get this away, do you think we stand any chance, sir?

CUTLER: What do you mean? There's no alternative.

DYSON: The old man could be right. It might be better to wait.

CUTLER: Wait nothing. History is littered with guys who waited, and where did it get them? Nowhere.

DYSON: There are the radiation effects. I mean, nothing is known, the results of this bomb could be quite fantastic.

CUTLER: You've never talked so much since you came to the base, Dyson. What's the matter, you scared?

DYSON: No, not exactly.

CUTLER: Come on man, admit it. I am. I'm scared for that son of mine. That's why we've got to get this thing away, otherwise we'll never get him down. Well, come on you fellas. Time's short. Let's get moving.

DYSON: We can start now.

TECH: Sir.

DYSON: Ready? Right. Seven, two, four, six, eight, eight, two.


[Tracking room]


BARCLAY: Well?

R/T: Still can't raise Lieutenant Cutler, sir.

BARCLAY: Well, keep trying, man. Keep trying.

R/T: Snowcap to Zeus 5. Snowcap to Zeus 5. Come in, please.

(Static.)

BARCLAY: Let me know the instant you hear from him.

R/T: Yes, sir. Try via the Hawaii relay.

TECH: Right.

R/T: Snowcap to Zeus 5. Snowcap to Zeus 5. Come in, please.

POLLY: How do you like your coffee?

BARCLAY: Oh, as it comes.

POLLY: Are you trying to get in touch with General Cutler's son?

BARCLAY: Look, you just keep your mind on making coffee, will you? I'm sorry, that was rude. You must be scared stiff with all this happening.

POLLY: I am rather.

BARCLAY: Well, try not to worry about it.

POLLY: If Mondas turns into a sun and pours out deadly radiation, how much will it affect us?

BARCLAY: I don't know. It may not affect us at all.

POLLY: That's not what you said just now.

BARCLAY: I know, but I'm not at all certain what would happen.

POLLY: But what could happen?

BARCLAY: Well, the radiation could affect us, and there'd be a certain loss of life. And the vegetation would, well, suffer badly for many years.

POLLY: And you're prepared to just let this happen?

BARCLAY: Well, what can I do? Cutler holds all the cards.

R/T: 13 minutes to countdown, Doctor Barclay.

BARCLAY: Right.

POLLY: Can't we wait, fight off the Cybermen until Mondas is destroyed? It would probably mean the end of Cutler's son, but that's one life against millions.

BARCLAY: Yes, but what can I do? If I don't follow the General's orders he's bound to, well, carry on on his own without me. You know, he's a very ruthless man.

POLLY: Can't we pretend to follow his orders, but in fact make sure the rocket doesn't go off?

CUTLER: Anything to report?

RADAR: Yes, sir. The signal on the screen is still there, 1500 miles north north east. It's been stationary for the last ten minutes.

CUTLER: Let me know the moment it starts to move.

RADAR: Yes, sir.

CUTLER: Any word from my son?

BARCLAY: Can't seem to raise him, General.

CUTLER: What?

RADAR: The signal, sir, it's moving. Coming in fast, course 0-1-5.

CUTLER: Where's it heading?

RADAR: Straight for here, sir.

BARCLAY: Cybermen?

CUTLER: Must be.

BARCLAY: Anti-missile batteries?

CUTLER: No. No, I've got a better idea. We'll let them land and then ambush them with their own weapons. Put the whole base on red alert.

R/T: Very good, sir. Now hear this. All base to red alert. Repeat, all base to red alert.

CUTLER: Security? Major, put section one under snow camouflage and issue them with the captured Cybermen weapons. Report to me on R/T when complete. How long to countdown?

BARCLAY: Ten minutes.

CUTLER: They'll be here by then. We'll have to hold them off, then proceed as with a normal launching.

(Cutler picks up the phone.)

CUTLER: Yes?

DYSON [OC]: Bomb's in position, sir. Will you check it now?

CUTLER: Right. Just time before the battle commences.

(Cutler leaves.)

POLLY: (sotto) Quick, now's our chance.

BARCLAY: For what?

POLLY: To go and see Ben. We need the others to help. Hurry, before it's too late.


[Bunk room]


(Ben is trying to open the grill. Polly dashes in.)

POLLY: Ben?

BEN: Strewth, you gave me a turn then, duchess.

POLLY: How is he?

BEN: Oh, he's just the same.

(Barclay enters.)

BEN: The quack's been to see him. He says he'll be all right, though.

POLLY: Doctor Barclay's going to help us.

BEN: Oh, good. Now look, is there anything we can do to stop this rocket?

BARCLAY: Well, it can be immobilised quite simply if we can get into the rocket silo.

BEN: Well, can't you?

BARCLAY: No, it's under constant guard. If I or anyone else tried to tamper with the controls we'd be discovered immediately.

BEN: Well, is there any other way in?

BARCLAY: No. Wait a minute.

BEN: Well?

BARCLAY: There is one way. I designed this part of the base. That ventilator shaft leads straight into the rocket silo. But I doubt if I could get into it. It'd be a tight squeeze.

BEN: But I might. Though if it leads into the rocket silo, would I need a radiation suit?

BARCLAY: No, the top part is screened. But there's a guard outside and an engineer checking instruments inside.

POLLY: Well, couldn't we distract him, get him outside?

BARCLAY: Perhaps. Now look, this is what you would have to do.

BEN: Yeah.

(Barclay draws a diagram on a pad of paper on the table.)

BARCLAY: Along the side of the rocket

BEN: Yeah.

BARCLAY: Just level with the walkway, there is a panel marked Plug Servo Leads. You'll need a screwdriver.

BEN: Well, I've got this knife.

BARCLAY: Good. That will do. Now, unscrew the panel and inside you will see four small plugs. Take out any one of them and snip off a pin and put it back.

BEN: What'll that do?

BARCLAY: Well, the fuel pump pressure will fall to zero at blast off.

BEN: You mean the engines won't work? But I mean, won't they discover it?

BARCLAY: Not in six months. It's not the sort of fault they look for.

(A klaxon sounds.)

BARCLAY: The Cybermen. Now look, this is what you have to do. You come out of the ventilation shaft, down a ladder at the side.


[South Pole]


(Another Cybersaucer lands. Nearby, guards are hiding with just the Cyberweapons visible. A group of Cybermen approach and stop. The guards fire the weapons and take most of them out.)


[Ventilation shaft]


(Ben crawls along the shaft. He checks with Barclay's map and comes to the silo, where he can see a scientist going through a check list. Another scientist opens the door and summons his colleague out to meet with Barclay. Now the room is clear for Ben to unfasten the grill.)


[Bunk room]


POLLY: I do wish you'd wake up.

(She hears a noise and gets into the top bunk, covering herself with the blanket. An armed guard checks that the two prisoners are present, then leaves.)


[Rocket silo]


(Ben gets the grill open. He goes over to the Servo Plug Leads.)


[South Pole]


(The three guards emerge from their hiding place near the Tardis and collect the Cybermen's weapons.)


[Tracking room]


(Cutler is watching on a monitor.)

CUTLER: Well, that's accounted for that lot. Tell them to bring the captured weapons down to the guard room.

R/T: Sir.

CUTLER: Barclay? Where's Barclay?

DYSON: I don't know, sir. He wasn't here when I got back.

CUTLER: Know where he went?

DYSON: Maybe to the rocket silo.

CUTLER: I wonder.

DYSON: Burns, check my figures on the second stage booster.

BURNS: Sir.


[Corridor]


(Outside the silo.)

CUTLER: What are you doing here, Doctor Barclay?

BARCLAY: General, I was just checking these with Haynes.


[Rocket silo]


(Cutler enters as Ben is half way inside the mechanism. He pulls him out and Ben falls backwards over the railing.)

CUTLER: All right. Get him down to the tracking room. You, check that rocket. See if he's done anything.

BARCLAY: I can explain this, General.

CUTLER: Yes, I'm sure. Right now you're coming with me. I need you. We'll talk about this after that rocket's gone.


[Tracking room]


CUTLER: Now, listen. I am warning you. If that rocket doesn't take off for Mondas, if my son's life is in jeopardy because of him, I'll take the law into my own hands. And that goes for you too, Doctor Barclay. You'd just better make a good job of that launch. Okay, start the countdown.

BARCLAY: Preliminary checks are not complete, General.

CUTLER: See if you can get through to my son again.

R/T: Snowcap to Zeus 5. Snowcap to Zeus 5. Come in, please.

TERRY [OC]: Zeus 5 to Snowcap. Reading you loud and clear. Over.

CUTLER: Give it to me. Son, Son, have you seen any sign of those spacecraft yet?

TERRY [on monitor]: No, I haven't seen a thing, there's just me up here at the moment, all on my lonesome.

CUTLER: Yeah. Well watch it. They move mighty fast.

TERRY [on monitor]: Well, when are you going to bring me down?

CUTLER: Well, we can't do it just yet, you'll have to hold on. We have to deal with Mondas first.

TERRY [on monitor]: Hey, wait a minute. The capsule's getting a little slow on the controls.

CUTLER: What about your power?

TERRY [on monitor]: It loses and then picks up again.

CUTLER: Yes, that's Mondas affecting it. Don't worry, son. We'll get you down just as soon as we're able.

TERRY [on monitor]: Well, it can't be too soon for me.

CUTLER: Good luck, son. Out.

TERRY [on monitor]: Luck. I'm gonna need it.

BARCLAY: All systems ready to proceed with countdown. Barclay speaking. Check in please. Silo control.

(Polly is tending the bump on Ben's head from his fall.)

POLLY: Ben. Ben, please wake up.

TECH [OC]: Check.

BARCLAY: Gantry team.

TECH 2 [OC]: A1 Okay.

BARCLAY: Fire control.

TECH 3 [OC]: Check.

BARCLAY: Fuel control.

TECH 4 [OC]: Perfect. Check.

BARCLAY: Search monitors.

TECH 5 [OC]: Okay.

BARCLAY: Bomb fuse team.

TECH 6 [OC]: Completed. Check.

BARCLAY: Booster guidance.

TECH 7 [OC]: Check.

BARCLAY: We are starting at T-minus two minutes, starting from now!

(Ben comes round.)

POLLY: Ben, are you all right?

BEN: Who's that?

POLLY: Shh, keep your voice down.

BEN: What happened?

POLLY: I'll tell you later.

BARCLAY: Radar vectors check. T-minus 1-50 and counting.

TECH [OC]: Check.

POLLY: Did you manage it?

BEN: Oh, my head. It's splitting!

POLLY: Did you, Ben? Try and remember.

BEN: I can't think.

BARCLAY: T-minus 1-40 and counting. Clear silo. Booster giros on.

TECH [OC]: Silo clear. We have a fault on range computer. Check circuits.

BARCLAY: Stop the countdown!

POLLY: Does that mean they've found the fault?

BEN: I don't know!

CUTLER: What's the matter with those range computers?

BARCLAY: It's only a minor fault, General. Holding at T-minus 01-35.

CUTLER: It had better be minor, Doctor Barclay.

TECH [OC]: All clear.

BARCLAY: Proceed with countdown. Starting from now.

POLLY: It's still going to fire after all you've done.

BARCLAY: T-minus 01-25. Raise the missile.

(The rocket emerges from it's silo.) >

BARCLAY: T-minus 1-5. Everyone out of silo area. Land lines away.

(The rocket's gantry and cables retract.)

BARCLAY: T-minus 50 seconds. Switch firing circuits to auto action.

TECH [OC]: Will do.

BARCLAY: Countdown timing to automatic.

POLLY: We'll know if you succeeded in just a few seconds.

TECH [OC]: T-minus 40 seconds. T-minus 30 seconds. T-minus 20 seconds. T-minus 10 seconds. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two.

(Ignition. )


Episode Four


(This episode exists as only audio with stills and some clips.)


[Tracking room]


(Ignition ends. The rocket has not lifted off.)

POLLY: Ben, you made it. The rocket hasn't gone off. It didn't work. Now we've all got a chance of life.

CUTLER: Your Cybermen friends may have a chance of life, but not you, sailor. Nor that old man. Now go get him up here.

POLLY: But he's ill!

CUTLER: He's gonna get worse. Get him up!

DOCTOR: No need. I'm here.

POLLY: Doctor!

BEN: Doctor, are you all right?

DOCTOR: Yes, yes, yes. Your plan is foiled, sir. You cannot fire the rocket.

CUTLER: You just arrived in time. Get over there.

DOCTOR: I must protest.

CUTLER: Move! Dyson, get through to Zeus 5!

POLLY: What's happened to you, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Oh, I'm not sure, my dear. Comes from an outside influence. Unless this old body of mine is wearing a bit thin.

POLLY: What do you mean, wearing a bit thin?

DOCTOR: Oh, don't worry child, don't worry, don't worry. Oh, let's have a look, dear boy.

(Cutler is pointing his service revolver at Barclay.)

CUTLER: Barclay, that rocket was sabotaged with your help. Now you're gonna get it off the ground again. I'm gonna give you one more chance or you're gonna get killed with them.

BARCLAY: I can't fire this rocket, and neither can you.

CUTLER: How long will it take you to refuel?

BARCLAY: Long enough.

CUTLER: All right, if that's the way you want to play it get up. Get up. Get up! Get over there.

DYSON: I'm getting a signal, sir. From Lieutenant Cutler, sir.

TERRY [on monitor]: I'm tumbling badly and there's little control left in the capsule. I must speak fast.

CUTLER: Yes. Yes, go ahead, son.

TERRY [on monitor]: This new planet, there's something strange happening.

CUTLER: What do you mean?

TERRY [on monitor]: Well it seems to brighten up like a sun and then darken again.

DOCTOR: It cannot absorb much more energy.

RADAR: Sir, Cyberman spaceships on approach path.

CUTLER: Shut up, will you? Go ahead, son.

TERRY [on monitor]: Hey, control's gone again. Energy loss severe It's like, it's like being on a switchback. I can't, I can't seem to

(Transmission ends.)

CUTLER: Get that signal back!

DYSON: It's gone. Could be a power failure.

CUTLER: Come on, man! Come on, Dyson, get that signal!

RADAR: Sir, Cyberman ship on descent now!

DYSON: Radio dead. It's hopeless.

BARCLAY: The enemy will landing at any moment.

DOCTOR: General!

CUTLER: The enemy! The enemy! I'll tell you who the enemy is. You are the enemy. You.

RADAR: The Cybermen, sir. They must have landed.

CUTLER: You, you, you, you killed my son!

DYSON: But, sir, they've landed!

CUTLER: The only person I gave a care about in this whole world, and you killed him. So now I'm going to kill you and I'll start on you, Doctor.

(Cybermen enter. Polly screams. Cutler opens fire but the Cybermen's response is faster. Cutler falls to the ground, dead.)

KRANG: Silence. Anyone who moves will be killed instantly.

DOCTOR: We owe you our lives. That man was going to have us shot.

KRANG: Go with the others down there.

BEN: There's gratitude for you. We save their grotty planet Mondas for what.

KRANG: Saved Mondas? We do not believe you. We have seen a rocket missile aimed at Mondas.

DOCTOR: That is so. We prevented it being fired at you. We helped you. Therefore, I suggest you help us.

BEN: It's no use talking to these geezers.

KRANG: And what do you ask in return for this?

DOCTOR: Your planet is finished. It will disintegrate. We know why you came here, so why not stay and live with us in peace?

KRANG: We will confer. Keep your places. Anyone who moves will be killed instantly.

BARCLAY: Can we trust them?

BEN: No, of course we can't.

DOCTOR: We have no chance. We must play for time. Be quiet. Well, sir, what have you decided?

KRANG: We cannot talk while that missile is aimed at Mondas. It must be disarmed first.

DOCTOR: A moment, please. Are you able to disarm this rocket?

BARCLAY: Well, yes, but, er

DOCTOR: It will give us the time we need.

BEN: The time for Mondas to burn itself out, you mean?

DOCTOR: Yes, now quiet! We accept your terms. The warhead will be removed from the rocket.

KRANG: It must be removed to below ground level.

BARCLAY: Well, there's the radiation room. It's the deepest in the base.

KRANG: That will do. And to make sure you do this, we will take two hostages. That girl will go to the spacecraft. You will stay here with us. You three must go to the rocket.

DOCTOR: You must do as they say.

BEN: Look, if you want a hostage, what about me?

KRANG: You are needed to help with the warhead.

BEN: Now, look here, you're not taking Polly.

DOCTOR: Let me handle this, my boy!

BEN: But Doctor!

DOCTOR: All of you, go with Barclay.

BARCLAY: But Doctor, I think it would be a good idea if

DOCTOR: Go. I think it is wiser.

BARCLAY: Very well. Come on, Dyson.

DYSON: Right.

DOCTOR: You give me your word that this young girl will be returned to me when that bomb is safely stowed away?

KRANG: Yes.

DOCTOR: Very well, child, off you go. And don't forget your coat. I don't want you to get cold.


[Cyberman ship]


(In the Cybership, Polly is pushed into a small cabin.)

POLLY: Ow! What are you going to do with me now? What kind of chair is that? It's horrible! Look, keep back! Keep away from me!

(The Cyberman puts his hands on Polly's head and she falls unconscious. She is clamped into the chair.)


[Tracking room]


WOMAN [OC]: Geneva calling South Polar base. Geneva to South Pole.

DOCTOR: Didn't you hear?

WOMAN [OC]: Geneva calling South Polar base. Geneva to South Pole. Geneva to South Pole. Geneva to South Pole.

DOCTOR: Hello Geneva, Geneva.

WOMAN [OC]: Secretary Wigner to speak with General Cutler.

DOCTOR: I'm afraid the General isn't here at the moment, and, er, I've been put in charge temporarily.


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: Who is that speaking?

DOCTOR [OC]: I have no time to discuss it now, sir.

WIGNER: Tell General Cutler there have been mass landings of Cybermen in many parts of the world. Who are you?

(The office is full of Cybermen.)

GERN: I am now Controller of the Earth. Resist us and you die.


[Tracking room]


GERN [OC]: You must proceed with your second objective.

KRANG: We are proceeding according to plan.

GERN [OC]: Report to me as soon as you are ready. We must have time to evacuate.

KRANG: Unit Delta plus calling. Unit Delta plus calling. Unit Delta plus calling.

DOCTOR: I do not understand your friend, sir. Evacuate? Surely you're not going to return to Mondas now?

KRANG: We will not discuss our plans with you.

DOCTOR: What is your second objective? It's quite obvious, isn't it? The destruction of the Earth! Ben! Barclay! Do not help them.


[Radiation room]


DOCTOR [on monitor]: They're going to use the Zed-bomb to destroy the Earth!

(Ben, Barclay, Dyson and Haines are all clothed in protective radiation suits.)

BEN: Did you all hear that?

BARCLAY: Of course, it all makes sense now! We've allowed ourselves to be fooled by them.

DYSON: We've just set them up nicely. Cutler was right, wasn't he? We should have used the bomb on them.

BARCLAY: No, that might quite easily have led to something far worse.

DYSON: Worse? We're just about to be blown to bits along with the entire population of the Earth, and you talk about something worse?

BEN: Give over, mate. What he means is, while there's life there's still hope.

DYSON: Seems to me we've just signed our own death warrants.

KRANG [on monitor]: Check progress on the bomb.

BEN: Quick! All look busy. Bring in number two line! Half a mo. The Doctor told us to play for time, right? And I've got an idea.

DYSON: Marvellous.

BEN: Well, you might at least hear it. I don't hear any bright suggestions coming from you two guys.

BARCLAY: Go on.

BEN: Well, any idea how strong these Cybermen are?

BARCLAY: A rough idea.

BEN: Yeah, well, they could lift a man like he was well, like he was a wrench, right?

DYSON: Yes, well?

BEN: Well, they're also pretty advanced geezers, way ahead of us.

DYSON: What has this got to do with it?

BEN: Well, that just it. With all this, why should they need us? Well, they could shift that bomb in half the time, so why get us to do it? Also, you notice they remain outside this door, looking at us all the time through the door. Well why?

DYSON: This is just a waste of time.

BARCLAY: No, wait a minute, I think I see what he's driving at. They use us because they daren't handle it themselves.

BEN: Yeah, but the point is, why? Well, you're the scientists.

BARCLAY: Don't you see, Dyson? It could that they're afraid of radioactivity.

BEN: Let's get this one inside and see what it does to him. Now look, all lie down on the floor. Play dead.

DYSON: This is ridiculous, games.

BARCLAY: Well maybe, but it's worth giving it a try. Come on, lie down.

(Barclay, Dyson and Haines lie on the floor.)

BEN: Help! Help! Come in here, mate, there's something up! Help!

(The Cyberman enters cautiously, but is overcome by radiation. Ben grabs his gun, shoves him outside and closes the door.)

BEN: You see?

DYSON: What did you do that for? We could have escaped!

BEN: To where? We're okay right where we are.

BARCLAY: And they can't set off this bomb while we defend this room.

BEN: Right. So all we've go to do is sit tight and wait until Mondas breaks up like the Doctor said! Well, we've got them. Yeah, but they've still got the Doctor and Polly.


[Tracking room]


DOCTOR: Well, gentlemen, stalemate I think, don't you agree? Well now, what about a little talk?

KRANG: You forget we can do what we like with all of you and the girl.

DOCTOR: Oh, quite so, but I'm afraid that won't help save your planet, will it?


[Radiation room]


KRANG [on monitor]: Listen to me. This close proximity of our two planets means that one has to be eliminated for the safety of the other. The one to be destroyed will be Earth. We cannot allow Mondas to burn up. If you help, we will take you all back to Mondas with us. There you will be safe.

BEN: Yeah? For how long?

DYSON: It could be our only chance.

BEN: The answer is no! We'll just sit tight here until Mondas breaks up. Now then, you'd better release the Doctor and Polly and send them down here. You're gonna need our help when Mondas is gone.


[Tracking room]


KRANG: Mondas will not burn up. Take the old man out to the spacecraft.

DOCTOR: You will regret this.

KRANG: Now we give you three minutes to start fusing the warhead. If you fail, you will never see your friends again.


[Radiation room]


BEN: That's really done it. What do we do now?

DYSON: This is hopeless. We must do as they say.

BARCLAY: Well, it could be a bluff.

BEN: Yeah, how do we find out?

BARCLAY: Well, we must stick to our plan and sit tight. There are millions of lives at stake.

BEN: Yeah, but there must be something we can do.

(Ben disconnects the communication system.)

DYSON: What did you do that for? Now we can't communicate with them.

BEN: No, and they can't spy on us either. Now this is what I think we should do.


[Cyberman ship]


(Polly and the Doctor are in the cage-chairs, with their hands fastened to a bar in front of them.)

POLLY: Doctor? Doctor?

DOCTOR: What is it, child?

POLLY: Engines! They're not going to take off, are they?

DOCTOR: No, no. Wait. The vibrations. Perhaps it's coming from Mondas.

POLLY: What do you mean, Mondas?

DOCTOR: This spacecraft receives its energy from Mondas. Perhaps it's absorbing too much.

POLLY: Don't mean it's going to blow up, do you?

DOCTOR: No, I don't know, child. It is an unknown power.

POLLY: Doctor, I'm scared!


[Radiation room]


(Ben is looking at the tritanium feed cylinder.)

BEN: What's it weigh then?

DYSON: You're not thinking of carrying that thing around with you, are you?

BEN: I'm not asking you. Can it be shifted, Doctor Barclay?

BARCLAY: No, it would be an impossible task to use it as you intend using it.

BEN: Well, just what is there in this room that is radioactive and that a bloke could carry?

DYSON: Nothing. You're wasting your time and ours. And our three minutes is nearly up anyway.

BEN: Think, sir. Is there anything behind here that's radioactive?

BARCLAY: Well, yes, of course. That's the base nuclear reactor. It supplies all the power.

BEN: Well what's it like? Is there anything that could be moved by hand?

BARCLAY: Well, if we extracted the reactor rods they could be carried for a short distance, but it would be a very tricky operation.

BEN: Well, it's our only hope. Come on.

DYSON: Are you both quite mad?

BEN: Look, Dyson, we're the sane ones. Do you really think those Cybermen intend to let us live?

DYSON: They gave us their word.

BEN: They just said anything they thought we'd listen to. They've got no feelings, remember? They told us that. So what's to stop them? Anyway, you might as well face it, mate, your number's up either way. So why not try, eh? We need your help anyway, okay?


[Tracking room]


JARL: Records, Krang.

KRANG: Our planet is nearing saturation point. We must lose no time. Switch on the monitor. Their three minutes is up. We must hear their decision. What has happened?


[Radiation room]


(Dyson and Haines are extracting the fuel rods from the reactor, with Barclay behind them carrying a Geiger counter.)

BARCLAY: Hold them away from yourselves. Gently does it, very gently. Stand by the emergency power switch. The lights will be fading any second now.

DYSON: I suppose you realise there's only about an hour's supply of lighting and heating in the emergency batteries. Then we shall all freeze to death.

BEN: If this don't work, mate, you needn't worry about the cold anymore.

(Ben checks that the corridor is clear.)

BEN: Okay, it's all clear. Quick!


[Corridor]


BEN: Dyson, you go up this end of the corridor. When you hear the Cybermen coming, come out behind them. Haines, you go round that corridor and do the same. Now look, I'll draw their fire, so when you hear the sound of this gun, start coming forward. Do you really think there's enough radiation in these two rods to trap them?

BARCLAY: Just.

BEN: Okay, come on.

(Ben and Barclay go back into the Radiation room. Krang and Jarl are coming.)

KRANG: Do not use this gas unless you have to. We need them alive and conscious.

(Ben retreats to the others in the Radiation Room.)


[Radiation room]


BEN: They're coming. Quick! Behind the door.

KRANG [OC]: Your three minutes is up. What is your decision? We shall be forced to kill you. We will give you one more chance to come out and give us the bomb.

BEN: Come in and get it!

(The Cybermen start to pump gas into the room.)

BEN: There's something else down by the door.

(Barclay opens the door.)

BEN: Now!

(Ben fires his Cyber-weapon and Jarl falls.)

BARCLAY: I can't hold out much longer!

BEN: Where's Dyson and the other bloke got to?


[Corridor]


KRANG: The humans are behind the door. Let the gas do its work.

(Haines and Dyson come up behind the Cybermen with the radioactive rods. The Cybermen collapse and Ben comes out of the room.)

BEN: Quick, Dyson. Help get Barclay out of here.


[Tracking room]


TECH: What happened, Doctor Barclay? Are you all right?

BEN: He's all right. Yeah, get in the chair.

DYSON: Back to your desks all of you. The emergency's not over yet. Philips, there are two reactor rods out in the corridor. See that they're put back at once.

BEN: Hey, they've still got the Doctor and Polly.

BARCLAY: No, wait! If you try and tackle the spacecrafts on your own, you don't stand a chance. We don't know how many Cybermen there are left.

BEN: Well?

BARCLAY: Well, here's one of the things they use to contact each other.

BEN: I don't know how it works.

BARCLAY: Well then, do anything, make a signal. Draw them here.

DYSON: Is that wise?

BEN: Well, if that spaceship takes off we'll never gonna see them again.

DYSON: You may bring them all in on us.

BEN: Well that's a risk we've got to take.

(The Cyber comm. unit buzzes.)

BEN: That should do it. Any idea how long it'll take for them to get here?

DYSON: You stand by with those guns.

BARCLAY: Now look, we must all get down other side of the room.

BEN: Okay.

BARCLAY: Opposite the door so we can face them. Use the guns.

(The lights go out.)

BEN: What now?

DYSON: The emergency battery's running out, I suppose.

BARCLAY: We can't face them in the dark!

DYSON: Now we shall freeze to death.

BARCLAY: They must get those reactor rods back.

BEN: Hang on, they're coming back.

BARCLAY: Ah.

BEN: Look!

BARCLAY: Here they are.

SHAV: Resistance is useless. Drop your weapons.

RADAR: Just look at Mondas, sir. I can't believe it!

DYSON: Fantastic! It looks as if it's melting!

BEN: It's falling to bits!

BARCLAY: The end of Mondas.

BEN: Hey, look! What's happened to them?

BARCLAY: They've disintegrated!

DYSON: They must have been entirely dependent on power from Mondas.

TERRY [on monitor]: Zeus 5 to Snowcap. Are you receiving me. Over?

BARCLAY: Quick, Dyson, get that.

TERRY [on monitor]: Zeus 5 to Snowcap.

DYSON: Snowcap to Zeus 5. Reading you loud and clear.

TERRY [on monitor]: What happened? Where have you been?

BARCLAY: Here, let me have that. Snowcap to Zeus 5, what is your fuel position?

TERRY: It's okay. Everything's suddenly working normally. And what about getting me down?

BARCLAY: We've been on emergency power. We'll handle your splashdown as soon as we get full power back. Start checking the base main units.

DYSON: Yes, right.

BARCLAY: Hello, Geneva? Geneva?

BEN: Hey! The Doctor and Polly!

BARCLAY: Snowcap here.

WIGNER [on monitor]: Hello, Snowcap. Who is that, Barclay?

BARCLAY: Yes, we've just getting full power back. The danger is apparently over.


[International Space Command]


WIGNER: The Cyberman menace has ended all over the world. Let me have a full report as soon as you can.


[Tracking room]


BARCLAY: Sir, will do. Did you hear that? He wants a full report. Where exactly shall we begin, do you think?


[Cyberman ship]


BEN: Doctor!

POLLY: Ben! Oh please, Ben, help me. Get me out of this thing!

BEN: All right, don't panic, I'll have you out soon.

POLLY: Ow! My hands were stuck and I couldn't get out. Ben, I've been so scared.

BEN: Take it easy, love, take it easy.

POLLY: And that Cyberman thing, it just fizzled into nothing, Ben, it was awful.

BEN: What's the matter with the Doctor?

POLLY: I don't know. When the lights went out, he just seemed to faint.

BEN: Hey, come on Doctor, wakey wakey! It's all over now.

POLLY: Doctor.

(They help him out of the cage.)

DOCTOR: What did you say, my boy? It's all over. It's all over. That's what you said. No, but it isn't all over. It's far from being all over.

BEN: What are you taking about?

DOCTOR: I must get back to the Tardis immediately!

POLLY: All right, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Yes, I must go now.

BEN: Aren't we going to go back to say goodbye or anything?

DOCTOR: No. No, I must go at once.

BEN: Oh well, you better have this. We don't want you catching your death of cold.

(Ben hands the Doctor his cloak.)

DOCTOR: Ah, yes. Thank you. It's good. Keep warm.

(The Doctor leaves.)

POLLY: What's happened to him?

BEN: Dunno. He seems to lost his sense of humour.

POLLY: Well, I can't wait to get out of this place.

BEN: Good looking guys, aren't they?


[Outside the Tardis]


POLLY: Wait for us!

BEN: Open the door!

POLLY: Hey, let us in!

BEN: You can't leave us here, of all places! Open up!

POLLY: Doctor!


[Tardis]


(The Doctor is overtaken by an invisible power but summons the effort to open the door for Ben and Polly. Levers are moving and the central column is moving up and down. The Doctor collapses.)

POLLY: Doctor! Quick, help him.

BEN: No, leave him.

(To the familiar sound of dematerialisation, the Doctor's features change to those of a younger dark haired man. Welcome, Patrick Troughton. )


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Original Airdate: 10 Sep, 1966


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Episode One


[Tardis]


POLLY: Good heavens!

BEN: Blimey, where did all this come from? Well, it was a police box, wasn't it?

DOCTOR: What are you both doing in here?

POLLY: You dropped your key.

DOCTOR: How dare you follow me into the Tardis!

BEN: The what?

DOCTOR: The Tardis, sir! This is a vessel for travelling through time and space! Why did you follow me?

POLLY: I'm terribly sorry if we've annoyed you, Doctor. It was my fault, I'm afraid.

BEN: Well, what's all this then.

DOCTOR: And stand back from those controls. Those controls are used for dematerialising.

BEN: Dematerialising? What does that mean?

DOCTOR: You and this young lady are experiencing it. You are now travelling through time and space.

BEN: Yeah, well, make sure that I get back by teatime, Doctor. I've got to get back to my ship by tonight.

DOCTOR: Young man, it's going to be a long time before you see your ship again.

BEN: Hey?

POLLY: Why? When are we going to land?

DOCTOR: I don't know. That's the cause of half my troubles through my journeys. I never know.

POLLY: Why not?

DOCTOR: I have no control over where I land. Neither can I choose the period in which I land in. Oh, now, you see that scanner? That is what I call a scanner up there. We get a very good view of the outside.

(The Tardis starts to materialise.)

DOCTOR: Ah, yes. I think we've landed in some sort of caves.

BEN: Yeah, well, thanks for the home movies, Doctor. Now if you'd just open these doors.

DOCTOR: Wait, wait, wait, young man, we don't know where we are. We don't know if it's safe or what period we're in.

BEN: Well, I'll take a little bet with you, ay? London, 1966, Fitzroy Square.

DOCTOR: Yes, I think it's quite normal. Yes, the temperature's all right. Well, I think you can leave, but watch your step.

POLLY: What a relief. You had me nervous for a minute, Doctor. Come on, Ben.

(The Tardis doors open.)

DOCTOR: Oh dear, all this distraction. And I really thought I was going to be alone again.


[Cave]


(Outside the Tardis, Ben can't believe his eyes.)

BEN: Crikey, look!

(Beyond the cave mouth, waves crash onto a beach. Nanjizal Bay, Cornwall, England.)

POLLY: Ben, I'm scared. What's happened to us?

BEN: I don't know. Maybe he's some kind of hypnotist. Pinch me. Ow! Not that hard. Hey, wait a minute.

(Ben is alarmed to see the Doctor locking the Tardis.)

BEN: What did you do that for?

DOCTOR: I never leave it unlocked, my boy.

POLLY: Doctor, you must take us back.

DOCTOR: I'm not going to take you back to London in the Tardis.

BEN: Well, you refuse, hey?

DOCTOR: My dear young man.

BEN: Oh, come on Polly. We'll find our own way back.

DOCTOR: Well, I suppose I shall have to chase after them. Quite incapable of looking after themselves.

(Ben and Polly emerge from the cave onto a narrow strip of sandy beach.)


[Beach]


BEN: Look at this!

POLLY: I don't believe it. Hey, isn't it exciting!

BEN: Well, it might be if I wasn't so pushed for time. Come on.

POLLY: But it's a super place. Whee!

(The Doctor watches as Polly dashes off along the shore. He eyes the rugged cliffs to one side and the incoming tide on the other, pondering.)

DOCTOR: Yes, I wonder. Yes, I wonder.

BEN: Crumbs.

POLLY: Ben, it's smashing!

BEN: It'd be a lot nicer with a few houses and a bus stop. Got any idea where we are?

POLLY: Looks like Cornwall to me.

BEN: Cornwall? Are you sure?

POLLY: Looks like it, me handsome.

BEN: Oh, I don't know what this is about. All I know is I've got to get back to barracks. Come on, it'll take hours from here.

POLLY: All right. Are you coming with us, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Oh yes, yes! You may know where you are, my dears, but not when. Oh, I can foresee oodles of trouble.

(Some way along the beach, Ben and Polly spot a path up the cliffs and begin to scramble to the top. Amused, the Doctor watches them climb.)

DOCTOR: Oh dear, I suppose I'd better follow them. See that they don't get into any harm.


[Cliff top]


(Ben reaches the cliff top first and takes a good look around.)

BEN: Here, look, there's a church.

POLLY: So we are in our own time, after all.

BEN: Yeah. You didn't really believe all that nonsense about past and future, did you?

DOCTOR: We can't be too sure, my boy.

BEN: Sure? There are millions of churches like that.

DOCTOR: Oh, good gracious, most of them have been standing there for centuries.

BEN: Yeah, well so have we here. Come on, I've got a train to catch.

POLLY: Sorry Doctor, but we'd better find a station. We can talk on the train.

DOCTOR: Oh, talk on the train, child.


[Churchyard]


(Polly examines one of the gravestones for clues to their location. St Grada Church, Grade.)

POLLY: No use, I can't read it.

BEN: You'd think there'd be a few houses or something. I bet it's miles to a bus.

DOCTOR: Well, there doesn't seem to appear any Victorian restoration. I think it could be any time after the 16th century.

BEN: Only it's not. It's good old 1966.

DOCTOR: Well I don't think so, somehow.

(The church door is suddenly flung open. An old man steps out brandishing what appears to be an antique flintlock pistol.)

LONGFOOT: Hold fast, I say!

POLLY: Oh, please. Would you put that gun away?

LONGFOOT: Hold thy tongue, lad!

(In her trouser suit, with her hair under a cap, the man has taken Polly for a boy. Cautiously, he approaches the Doctor.)

LONGFOOT: You seem to be a gentleman, but why on foot with these lads as company?

DOCTOR: Well, we stopped aside, sir, on our journey to walk along the cliffs and unfortunately we got lost.

LONGFOOT: Thou art foreign?

DOCTOR: No, no. We don't come from this part of the country.

LONGFOOT: And there's no more of ye than this?

DOCTOR: No, just the three of us. You see, we are travellers looking for shelter.

LONGFOOT: And you came by road and not from the sea?

DOCTOR: No, sir. Not by sea.

LONGFOOT: Very well. I cannot give thee shelter but I can give thee sustenance and direction.

DOCTOR: Thank you.

LONGFOOT: Come.

BEN: Well, he's a right one. What gear's he got on?

DOCTOR: Yes, I'm afraid you're going to lose your bet, young man. That gentleman comes from the 17th century.

BEN: 17th century?


[Church vestry]


(Once inside the vestry, the old man offers his visitors some refreshment.)

LONGFOOT: There's the brandy.

POLLY: Oh, I'll just have a little water, thank you.

DOCTOR: No, we don't touch it. I wonder if you could direct us to the nearest inn. We seek shelter.

LONGFOOT: In time. In good time. I don't know thee, do I?

DOCTOR: No, I don't think we've met before, no.

LONGFOOT: Aye, 'tis true. And you've seen no others on the road? No ships upon the sea?

BEN: Nah. Didn't see a blind thing. Expecting someone are you?

LONGFOOT: Speak when thee spoke to, sir!

BEN: Well, I was only trying

DOCTOR: Ah, Ben, Ben, Ben. No, sir, we met nobody and saw nothing. Are you, er, expecting some friends?

LONGFOOT: Avery's boys are no friends of mine. Never said that.

DOCTOR: Avery?

LONGFOOT: You know not that name? Oh, then you're the happier for it.

DOCTOR: And you are expecting this Avery?

LONGFOOT: Him? Why, he's been buried these long years past. Ah, but his spirit rides. Aye, in the dark souls of those who follow in his wake.

BEN: Was he a sailor?

LONGFOOT: Who mentioned sailor? What would I know about the sea? I but tend this church.

POLLY: Are you a priest then?

LONGFOOT: A priest? The word of God touched me too late, boy. I'm the Churchwarden here. Name of Joseph Longfoot, Christian.

DOCTOR: You appear to be afraid, sir. Can we help?

LONGFOOT: Ye help? Against Pike's hook? No, thee cannot help.

POLLY: Pike's hook? What's that?

LONGFOOT: The blackest name I know, boy. So never say it to me face again!

DOCTOR: Oh your hand, sir. Are you in pain?

LONGFOOT: Nah. 'Tis naught. The finger's but bent. It'll mend.

DOCTOR: Dislocated.

(Longfoot cries in pain. The Doctor has quickly grabbed his hand and twisted the finger back into place.)

LONGFOOT: Cured! Oh, your blessed hand

DOCTOR: Oh 'tis naught, 'tis naught, my dear chap. Have another drink. We must be on our way. Goodbye.

LONGFOOT: No, no, don't leave me yet.

BEN: Well we must go, we've got to get back to the (gets a Look) to the beach.

LONGFOOT: The beach? There is no beach. The tide'll be in.

BEN: The tide!

DOCTOR: Ah, yes, of course, I remember now. Yes, yes, yes. We have to wait until the tide recedes.

POLLY: Come on, let's hurry.

DOCTOR: We could, of course, stay, if you wish.

LONGFOOT: No, this is no place for gentleman and lads. Go thy way. Go quickly while ye may.


[Churchyard]


( (A thunderstorm rumbles in the distance.)

BEN: We must be in the seventeenth Century.

DOCTOR: Well, thank you for your diligence, sir, and, the kindness of your

LONGFOOT: Thou art a real gentleman. Go thy way quickly.

DOCTOR: Thank you. Thank you.

LONGFOOT: Hey! A moment, sir. While at the inn, take care I say. Guard thy tongue. Think only of thy comfort and thy needs.

DOCTOR: Yes. We only need shelter for the night.

LONGFOOT: Heed my words. Be watchful.

DOCTOR: Thank you. Goodbye.

LONGFOOT: Goodbye. Hey! One more word, sir. If you should come this way again and find me gone, remember these words. This is Deadman's secret key. Smallwood, Ringwood, Gurney.

DOCTOR: But what to? What's the purpose, sir?

LONGFOOT: It's a secret worth remembering.

DOCTOR: Yes.

LONGFOOT: For this kindness

DOCTOR: Thank you. Thank you indeed. And I think that's going to be all right now. Yes. Goodbye, sir, goodbye. Come along.

POLLY: Goodbye. Thank you.

LONGFOOT: God bless.

(Longfoot watches as the Doctor and his companions disappear along the road, then goes back inside the church. After a moment, a large, bald, muscular man in sailor's garb rises from his hiding place behind a gravestone. Drawing a long knife from his belt, he moves to the vestry door and goes inside.)


[Inn stables]


(A mile or so from the church, landlord Jacob Kewper is looking for the stable boy.)

KEWPER: Tom!

TOM: Aye, Master?

KEWPER: There's business afoot. A message for the Churchwarden tonight.

TOM: But I, I

KEWPER: Go do as you're bid, boy!

TOM: Aye, sir.

KEWPER: Tell him, tell him that Kewper has had word from friends.

TOM: Down the coast?

KEWPER: A delivery can be expected soon. I'll tell him further when I've made arrangements.

TOM: I'll tell him. Can I take the mare?

KEWPER: Aye, and go now before the storm breaks.

(Tom scrambles up onto the horse and rides away.)


[Inn]


(Caught out by the storm, the Doctor and his companions are soaked to the skin by the time they reach the inn. Trethewey Farm.)

DOCTOR: You're the landlord, I presume, hmm?

KEWPER: Aye, Jacob Kewper. And I've no rooms. We're full.

DOCTOR: Oh, we only want rooms for the night, my friend.

KEWPER: Strangers are not welcome in these parts. Nor are they always what they seem.

POLLY: That's more or less what the Churchwarden said.

DOCTOR: Yes.

KEWPER: Say that?

DOCTOR: The Churchwarden said you could probably put us up for the night, but it appears that he was wrong.

KEWPER: If he said that, you'll know his name.

DOCTOR: Longfoot, sir, Joseph Longfoot. Now surely that name means something to you?

KEWPER: A friend of his is welcome, sir, but not so strange travellers. Your pardon, sir.

DOCTOR: Granted, granted. Now, rooms, a meal, something hot for us. Surely that's possible?

KEWPER: It is, sir, and you'll be wanting dry clothes for the morning too, ay?

DOCTOR: Ah, yes, yes indeed, yes. For the lads. And I think I shall be able to dry myself out with that lovely fire.

KEWPER: It'll be done, sir.

BEN: Well, my lad?

POLLY: Ha, ha, very funny. I do wish everyone would stop calling me lad. It does make me feel very odd.

DOCTOR: Yes, well, I think it better at the moment, my dear. What would they say to a maiden in trousers?

BEN: Probably die laughing.

POLLY: You would think it funny, You and your bell-bottom sense of humour.

BEN: Oh, listen to our little dolly-rocker Duchess, then.

DOCTOR: Watch your tongue, dear boy.

KEWPER: I hope these will serve, man.

POLLY: Oh, thank you very much. Thank you. Come on, help me sort these out.

BEN: Look, Doctor, what I want to know is, how are you going to get us out of here?

DOCTOR: Oh, we shall return to the Tardis, my boy, when the tide recedes and let's hope that we materialize in nineteen sixty six.

POLLY: You don't sound very certain, Doctor.

DOCTOR: No, I'm afraid I'm not, my dear. More likely we shall probably land in the far distant future.

BEN: Oh great! The way things are going there probably won't be a navy when I get back.

POLLY: Look, Ben, for the moment we're in the seventeenth century, somehow. We'll just have to like it and lump it. Here you are.

BEN: Oh, okay. Well, it's a nice old pub anyway, isn't it. Yeah, and I'll bet the beer's better than they serve nowadays.

DOCTOR: Yes, I think they're somewhat suspicious of us.

POLLY: They certainly don't seem to like strangers, do they?

BEN: Yeah, I wonder why?

DOCTOR: Well, I wouldn't worry too much about that, my dear, because I don't think we're going to be here long enough to find that out.


[Church vestry]


(Longfoot emerges from the crypt, rambling drunkenly to himself.)

LONGFOOT: Who rob great ships on every sea! Who pillage crews without mercy!

(He stops, suddenly sobered, as he sees he has a visitor.)

LONGFOOT: Master Cherub!

(Played by character actor George A Cooper.)

CHERUB: It's nice to see an old shipmate again, eh, Joe? We had good times aboard the Albatross when you was mate, ay?

LONGFOOT: Them days is gone and past.

CHERUB: Ah, but not forgotten. Not by your old friends, Joe.

LONGFOOT: I'm no friend of yours. I'm Churchwarden here. A Christian man.

CHERUB: You always had the leaning towards the Good Book. Holy Joe Longfoot, mate of the Black Albatross.

LONGFOOT: No more I'm not.

CHERUB: We miss you, matey. But most of all does the Captain.

LONGFOOT: The Captain. Captain Pike?

CHERUB: You owes him something matey. He wants what's his.

LONGFOOT: I got naught what his.

CHERUB: If you ain't got it, you knows it's whereabouts. Avery's gold.

LONGFOOT: No Christian man'd touch it.

CHERUB: We ain't all like you, Holy Joe. We ain't all afraid of the curse that's on it, and it's ours by right.

LONGFOOT: Tis no man's rights.

CHERUB: We'll decide that when we get the loot.

LONGFOOT: Ha! You'll never find it.

CHERUB: Won't we Joe, my old matey? Ain't you gonna to tell me, ay?

LONGFOOT: You can't threaten me. I got friends here, powerful friends.

CHERUB: They need to be to better Pike.

LONGFOOT: Well, don't you think they couldn't.

CHERUB: Where's your friends now, eh? Gone? The old man and his two lads. What does he know, ay?

LONGFOOT: Know? Know nothing. I directed him on his way.

CHERUB: Where to? Where to, say I?

LONGFOOT: To the inn, for shelter.

CHERUB: Who was he? What's he to you, ay?

LONGFOOT: A passing traveller on his way.

CHERUB: No, matey, I saw you a-whispering something in his ear. What was you saying to him, ay?

LONGFOOT: Nothing.

CHERUB: Joe, you wouldn't be trying to sell what you know to some strangers, ay?

LONGFOOT: You can rot in hell!

(Longfoot lunges for his gun, but Cherub is quicker. He throws his knife with deadly accuracy, the blade burying itself between the old man's shoulder blades.)

CHERUB: You're a fool, Joe Longfoot. But before you goes to join your mates, tell me what I want to know. Speak up.

LONGFOOT: (dying) Avery's curse on you, you black villain.

CHERUB: Speak, damn your eyes! It wouldn't be like you to go to Davy Jones' silent, matey. So I reckon we best get on to that old fella and get our hooks into him.


[Churchyard]


(Leaving Longfoot dead, Cherub hurries out and signals to a man sitting high in a tree some way off. The signal is picked up and passed down a line to the beach, and then onto a ship in the cove.)


[Inn]


(Ben and Polly have dried off and changed their clothes.)

BEN: Now, that's better.

POLLY: Mmm. Rain's stopped.

BEN: Here, I've seen a few shady customers in my time, but this crowd beats the lot.

POLLY: They're fantastic, aren't they?

BEN: Evening.

CUSTOMER: Evening.

BEN: Cheerful lot, Doctor, aren't they?

DOCTOR: I think we would do well to remember the Churchwarden's words.

BEN: What? That old rough neck?

DOCTOR: To keep our thoughts only on ourselves.

POLLY: I wonder why, though? What do you suppose they're up to?

TOM: Sir, sir, quickly! Help!

(Kewper silences Tom and draws him into the privacy of the taproom.)


[Taproom]


KEWPER: What's the trouble, lad?

TOM: The Churchwarden, Master Kewper.

KEWPER: Well, what of him. Drunk was he, as usual?

TOM: No, sir. He was dead.

KEWPER: Dead? How?

TOM: Knifed in the back. He was smiling.

KEWPER: Was he now?

TOM: The door was burst wide open. No sign of no one though.

KEWPER: No one else of our lads have been down there this night.

TOM: The strangers were though.

KEWPER: Aye, and who else would want to kill Joseph Longfoot, ay?

TOM: None as I know of round here. He'd no money and no enemies, neither.

KEWPER: Word's got to be passed on. You'd best tell your tale to the Squire. Ask him to come here as Magistrate.

TOM: Bring him here, sir?

KEWPER: As fast as the horse can go. Away with you now.


[Inn]


(Unaware that they are now murder suspects, the Doctor and his companions have finished their meal in the privacy of the inglenook. Polly fails to stifle a huge yawn.)

POLLY: Oh, sorry.

(Suddenly Cherub strides in with three rough looking sailors. He marches over to the Doctor.)

CHERUB: I want you, old fella.

(The Doctor turns slowly and rises to his feet.)

DOCTOR: I beg your pardon, sir?

CHERUB: Don't you come the gent with me, matey. We're going to have words together, you and me.

BEN: Get your dirty hands off him, mate.

CHERUB: You what, lad?

BEN: I said lay off. What's he done to you?

DOCTOR: I don't think I've set eyes on you before in my life, man.

CHERUB: No, but we have a mutual acquaintance though.

DOCTOR: And what do you mean?

CHERUB: Joseph Longfoot.

BEN: What, the Churchwarden?

DOCTOR: Yes, he merely tried to help us. Barely an acquaintance.

CHERUB: Was, you mean. You see, him and me, we had a little bit of a tizzy like, mate.

POLLY: Dead.

CHERUB: The trouble was, he forgot to give me an urgent message before he passed over. But he spoke to you, didn't he, ay?

DOCTOR: And how do you know all this, sir?

CHERUB: 'Cause I was keepin' look out, that's why.

BEN: Well, you're wrong, see.

CHERUB: Well, what I want is what he told him, so speak up, old fella!

POLLY: Leave the Doctor alone.

(One of the men clamps a grubby hand over Polly's mouth.)

CHERUB: Doctor ay? Well, sawbones, speak up, or do I have to make you?

DOCTOR: Don't harm them!

CHERUB: Well, come quietly then.

DOCTOR: And where are you taking me?

CHERUB: You wait and see, sawbones. Daniel!

(Powerless to resist with a knife to his throat, the Doctor is tied hand and foot, hauled over the shoulder of one of the pirates and carried away. Polly is shoved roughly aside when she attempts to stop them while Ben lies on the ground, having been viciously clubbed down in the struggle.)


[Inn yard]


(The Doctor is dumped onto a rough cart and covered in straw.)

CHERUB: Go on before to the beach, ya scum!

(The cart is dragged out of the yard by the pirates.


[Inn]


(Distraught Polly discovers that Ben is unconscious.)

POLLY: Help, somebody! Help!


[Taproom]


POLLY: Help me! Please, help me! The Doctor, they've taken him!

KEWPER: Who has? Who's taken him?

POLLY: Those men! They were terrible and they've hurt Ben! You must help me!

KEWPER: Why, is he bad then, this lad?

POLLY: He's bleeding!


[Inn]


KEWPER: He's not dead though. Here, take his feet, lad.

(Settling Ben in a chair, Polly tries to make him more comfortable.)

KEWPER: Don't you worry, lad. Squire'll be here soon.

POLLY: The Squire? What can he do? I want to get the Doctor back safely.

KEWPER: The Squire's the law in these parts, cub. And guard your tongue when talking to your elders.

POLLY: But you don't understand. They were threatening to kill the Doctor.


[Beach]


(The pirates drive the cart to the cliffs, where the Doctor is carried down to the beach and then bundled into a rowing boat.)


[Inn yard]


(Meanwhile, Squire Edwards rides to the inn. )

SQUIRE: What's this I hear, Jacob, ay?

KEWPER: Trouble, Squire. Strangers.

SQUIRE: Oh, let's deal with it then!


[Inn]


POLLY: Ben.

SQUIRE: Now then. So these are your strangers, eh?

KEWPER: Aye, Squire, and this one's wounded.

SQUIRE: Hmm? Oh, aye. He'll need binding. Tom.

TOM: Sir?

SQUIRE: Fetch cloth and water, and a drop of brandy, eh.

KEWPER: Oh, I don't

SQUIRE: Kewper.

KEWPER: Oh aye, Squire. Go, Tom.

POLLY: Will he be all right?

SQUIRE: Aye, boy, he will. Now, tell me, where's your Master?

POLLY: He's been kidnapped. You've got to save him.

SQUIRE: Kidnapped? And who are the ruffians who did this, ay?

POLLY: Well, there were four of them.

SQUIRE: Before you tell me this tale, tell me about yourself.

POLLY: Me? But the Doctor's the

SQUIRE: Doctor? Oh, aye him. Well, let's not beat about the bush. I want to know who the three of you are and where you've come from?

POLLY: But the Doctor will be killed if you don't do

KEWPER: Speak when the Squire tells you.

SQUIRE: If you want help, I want the truth. Sit a minute. Well?


[Black Albatross deck]


(The boat is rowed out towards a dark, sinister looking ship anchored a short distance out to sea, a pirate vessel named the Black Albatross. The Doctor is lashed into a chair and hauled aboard. On deck, Cherub cuts him loose. Filmed at Newlyn.)

CHERUB: Come, my beauty, I'll take you to the Captain. You'll find he likes a little conversation with a fine gentleman like yourself.


[Inn]


(Ben regains consciousness.)

BEN: Oh, blimey, my head. Well, what happened? Well, where's the Doctor?

POLLY: Ben, he's been taken and we're in trouble.

BEN: Eh? How?

POLLY: The big man over there, he's the Squire, and he insists on knowing who we are and where we're from.

BEN: Oh, you haven't told him?

POLLY: Well, of course not, but he won't help us if we don't speak.

SQUIRE: So, you've come to, have you? I've told your young friend here, I want information. He's refused to give it to me. I demand to be told the truth.

BEN: You'll get it when you got the Doctor back.

KEWPER: You speak civil to the Squire.

BEN: Well, why don't you all do something? Don't just stand there.

SQUIRE: Be silent, sir! I hold you both to be knaves and rogues and of highly suspicious intent. And as Magistrate of this Borough, I'm hereby arresting both of you.

BEN: Arresting us? What for?

SQUIRE: For the murder of the Churchwarden. And for this villainous deed you'll be imprisoned until the next Assizes, and there punished accordingly.


[Black Albatross deck]


PIKE [OC]: Enter!


[Pike's cabin]


(Cherub shoves the Doctor into the Captain's cabin. A fearsome looking bearded man in fine clothes sits at a table enjoying a splendid meal. He is not pleased to be disturbed.)

PIKE: Cherub, what in hell's name have you dragged in here now?

DOCTOR: I demand

PIKE: Silence!

CHERUB: Holy Joe's dead, Captain. Dead before he'd tell his secret.

PIKE: What's that ye say?

CHERUB: But before he died he spoke with this old sawbones here.

PIKE: Ah.

CHERUB: The sawbones won't talk, not to me.

(Rising to his feet, the Captain lifts his right arm revealing a vicious-looking barbed hook where his hand should be.)

PIKE: Well, by thunder, ye'll talk to me. Or my name's not Samuel Pike!

(The hook bites deep into the table top.)


Episode Two


[Pike's cabin]


DOCTOR: I can tell you nothing, sir.

CHERUB: They talked, Captain. I saw 'em. Holy Joe whispered in his ear secret-like.

DOCTOR: I do not know this Holy Joe that you keep referring to.

PIKE: Holy Joe Longfoot, an old shipmate of ours. Blast his eyes.

CHERUB: The Churchwarden to you, sawbones.

DOCTOR: He was a member of your crew?

PIKE: Him and me and Cherub was all mates together, serving under Avery.

DOCTOR: Avery.

CHERUB: Aye, Captain Avery. The sharpest skipper that ever sailed out of Bristol port.

PIKE: Aye, and one of the blackest. Morgan was a woman aside 'a him.

DOCTOR: Of course, of course. Avery the pirate. I should have known.

CHERUB: Don't come the innocent with us, sawbones. You know what Joe was hiding.

PIKE: He took plunder that was rightfully ours, and we mean to get it back, and you may lay to that.

CHERUB: He died before he talked to me, but he told you something.

PIKE: You're going to tell us, ain't ya. Ay? Ay?

CHERUB: Oh, let me make him talk, Captain.

PIKE: Old man, are ye truly a sawbones?

DOCTOR: I would prefer you to use the correct term, sir. I am a doctor.

PIKE: Well, Doctor, ye had best start using your cleverness. So talk, before I let Cherub have ye.

CHERUB: Let me show him first, Captain, ay? Let me give him a taste of Thomas Tickler.

PIKE: He'd be a credit to your trade, would Cherub, Doctor. A touch like an angel's wing he has with that blade.

CHERUB: Sharp as a whistle, it is. Ever seen a head with no ears, sawbones, ay? Or what them Mexican Indians can do to a bloke's eyelids, ay?

DOCTOR: You vicious fellow. Get him off my back!

CHERUB: Don't you talk to me like that. Oh, Captain, give me the word. Just give me one minute. I'll have the words spilling out of him like blubber from a whale.

PIKE: Well, Doctor? Will ye loosen your tongue or lose it altogether?


[Gaol cell]


(Ben and Polly have been locked up in the village gaol.)

BEN: Oh, of all the bloomin' fixes to be in.

POLLY: I don't know. I find it pretty exciting.

BEN: Oh, you would. But I don't go a bomb on this tune, and I can't very well report back to a seventeenth century navy.

POLLY: Ah, you've got no imagination, that's your trouble. It's great.

BEN: Oh, great. Stuck in jail for murder. Oh, honest. Who'd have our luck?

POLLY: The point is, how on earth are we going to get out of here? There must be some way.

BEN: Well, there better be. I'm not going to swing for that old nut case at the church.

POLLY: Ben!

BEN: What?

POLLY: Look in the corner! It's a rat!

BEN: Oh, shut up screaming. You big baby. Be quiet.

POLLY: Oh no. I can't bear them. Oh, please do something about it. Oh no. I hate

(Tom appears in the window of the door.)

TOM: What you screaming for?

BEN: Oh, nothing, We're just happy, mate, that's all.

POLLY: What's your name? Didn't we see you at the inn?

TOM: Name's Tom. I've been put in charge of you prisoners. I've got the keys. But I'm not to speak with you murderers.

BEN: But we didn't kill him.

TOM: Only a stranger'd kill the Churchwarden. You're strangers.

BEN: But we're not the only ones. What about the geezers who kidnapped the Doctor?

TOM: No one else has seen them.

POLLY: But they were there. How else do you suppose the Doctor would disappear?

BEN: Oh, the daft nit. What'd he think it was, magic?

POLLY: Ben, that's it.

BEN: Aye? What is?

POLLY: In the seventeenth century they were terribly superstitious. They still believed in witches.

BEN: So what you going to do, fly out of here on a broomstick?

POLLY: No, but I think I've got a plan. Now wait, look. If we get this straw. Oh no, the rat's in the corner! You get me some straw, will you please?


[Outside the Inn]


(Kewper has urgent business to attend to. He locks up the inn and hurries to the harbour. Here he boards a small boat and rows out towards the Black Albatross.)


[Pike's cabin]


(The Doctor is managing to maintain a brave face in spite of Cherub's heavy handed threats.)

DOCTOR: If I am to reveal something of what I know, then I demand consideration, sir.

CHERUB: Don't listen to him, Captain. There's trickery afoot.

DOCTOR: Oh, I find your friend rather a bore, but you I think a gentleman. So let us talk like gentlemen.

CHERUB: Captain?

PIKE: What makes you think I like gentlemen, ay?

DOCTOR: Well, it's quite obvious to the perceptive eye, sir. Your dress, your manner, your taste. Yes, you're the type of man that has raised himself to an exalted position unaided. Hmm, hmm.

PIKE: Aye, with this to help me.

DOCTOR: Oh, quite so, quite so. But you are neither a barbarian, or a savage. I can see that.

CHERUB: Oh, Pike

PIKE: Cherub, you've got a funny sense of humour.

CHERUB: Aye Captain.

PIKE: Well, Doctor, you talk sweet, but don't toy with me or you'll rue it.

DOCTOR: My dear sir, I'm sure you can quickly see through any flattery of mine.

PIKE: Aye, indeed I could.

DOCTOR: So let us talk like men of the world. Be elegant, and with dignity.

PIKE: Talk away.

DOCTOR: May I sit down?

CHERUB: Beware his tongue, Captain.

PIKE: Make way for the Doctor, ye swab.

DOCTOR: Thank you, my man.

PIKE: Cherub, I'm entertaining a guest, and you ain't being very polite.

CHERUB: But he's a snake, Captain.

PIKE: One more word out of you and I'll slit your gizzard, right? Now, let us talk together like gentlemen. Eh, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Thank you, no. That would indeed be pleasant.

PIKE: Wine, Cherub, to help the Doctor talk more freely.

DOCTOR: One thing more, before we go on any further.

PIKE: Aye?

DOCTOR: Now that we understand each other, I think it would only be fair that if I impart the information you require, I should receive some small reward?

PIKE: Aye. You'll get your reward, never fear.

DOCTOR: In fact, a share?

PIKE: A share?

DOCTOR: Yes, indeed, yes. After all my dear Captain. Thank you. There is quite enough to go round, is there not?

PIKE: For them that deserves it. Aye, well.

DOCTOR: Well, here's to a better acquaintance. Mmm. Oh, yes indeed. Yes, a very fine old Madeira. Yes. Indicative of your general taste, sir, if I may say so.

PIKE: Aye, ye may say so Now tell us what we want to know!

(A sailor bursts in unannounced. His name tells his origins.)

PIKE: What?

JAMAICA: Captain! Boat to leeward.

PIKE: Coming up on the sly, is she?

JAMAICA: Gi' us a shout, all friendly.

CHERUB: We got no friends hereabouts.

PIKE: Aye. Cherub, ask them to kindly step aboard a while.

CHERUB: What then, Captain?

PIKE: If it's a revenue man, you can have him

(Cherub leaves.)

PIKE: And just in case they're friends of yours, Doctor. Jamaica?

JAMAICA: Captain?

PIKE: Take my guest to the galley. Give him food and wine. He's precious.

JAMAICA: Aye, Captain.


[Gaol cell]


BEN: Okay?

POLLY: Here goes.

BEN: Right!

(Ben knocks on the door.)

BEN: Tom! Thomas me ol' mate. Tom! Come quick! Tom! Quick!

TOM: Oh, what's your noise for now?

BEN: Tom can you see Poll, er, Paul there?

TOM: Aye?

BEN: Well, quick Tom, open the door. Come in and help me. Quick, Tom, open the door!

(Polly has made a straw doll which she swings to and fro with every appearance having gone into a trance. Tom enters the cell.)

TOM: What's that? What's he doing?

BEN: You see Paul, Tom. Well, he's the gibbet.

TOM: Eh?

BEN: He's been took over, Tom, by the spirit of his master.

TOM: No. Such things ain't to be seen by human souls.

BEN: His master, Tom, the bloke what was kidnapped. He's a warlock.

TOM: A warlock! Heaven save us!

BEN: Not us, Tom, you!

TOM: Me?

BEN: The old Doctor's a wizard, no less, Tom, and us two's his apprentices.

TOM: You got the power?

BEN: We have, Tom, from our master. Now, you see the gibbet? You see the fellow what's swinging here?

TOM: That's a doll. Just a straw doll.

BEN: Ah, sure mate. But it's more than that 'cos it's got a soul. Someone else's soul!

TOM: No.

BEN: It's our master, Tom. He's captured the soul of someone he holds responsible for us being here, and he's gonna do him in!

TOM: Well, it ain't me. I ain't but lookin after ye.

BEN: But there's one hair from your head inside that doll, Tom.

TOM: No!

BEN: Can you feel yourself swinging?

TOM: It ain't my fault! It were the Squire that ordered it.

BEN: It's too late, Tom. It's you there swinging! And in a minute that doll's gonna fall, and when it does

TOM: Oh, sir, save me, save me. I swear it weren't my doing.

BEN: Is that the truth, Tom?

TOM: Oh, sir, it is. It is. Save me! Save me!

BEN: Tom, there is a way.

TOM: Tell me, sir. I'd do anything.

BEN: The spell can only work if we're held prisoners. Now, if we were free?

TOM: But, but sir, I gave my word to master Kewper.

(Polly wails again.)

BEN: Quick, Tom, before your doll falls. Your time's up this minute! Quick!

TOM: Oh, sir, I'll do it. I'll do it! Wait a minute, sir. I'll free you. Oh, sir, have pity. Have mercy.

BEN: Well done, Tom. We'll put a good word in for you, mate.

TOM: Sir, am I safe now?

POLLY: Take this, Tom. While you hold it my master will know you and nothing will happen

BEN: Come on, Polly! See you sometime, old son. Hey, and remember. From now on you're one of us. Come on, this way.


[Gaol house]


POLLY: Ben, where on earth do we go from here?

BEN: Well, not the inn, that's for sure.

POLLY: I haven't got the faintest idea where the Doctor is.

BEN: I know, we'll try the old church.

POLLY: Yes, that should be safe enough.

BEN: We might pick up some kind of clue there.

POLLY: And maybe find out who really killed the Churchwarden.

BEN: Yeah. Come on, down here.


[Black Albatross deck]


(Cherub welcomes their uninvited guest aboard.)

CHERUB: And just who's this we have the pleasure of welcoming aboard, at?

KEWPER: Jacob Kewper's the name. Innkeeper come to talk business.

CHERUB: Oh? And how would you know of our business, ay matey?

KEWPER: It's more in the manner of putting business in your way.

CHERUB: And what would an innkeeper want with honest sailors?

KEWPER: Ah no, master. That would be your skipper's ear if he'll but listen, at?

(Kewper slips Cherub a gold coin.)

CHERUB: Sounds like he might be interested.

KEWPER: It'll be worth his while.

CHERUB: Come below, matey. But belay any tricks, ay, Master Kewper?


[Pike's cabin]


(There is a knock on the door.)

PIKE: Enter.

CHERUB: A visitor, Captain, who says he'd talk of business.

PIKE: Business?

KEWPER: Aye, business to interest a merchant like yourself, sir, to our mutual benefit.

PIKE: Aye?

KEWPER: Brandy, silks perhaps? Or should I call it merchandise?

CHERUB: Sounds dishonest, Captain.

PIKE: Aye, it does, by Morgan's beard.

KEWPER: The only man who would call such business dishonest would be a revenue man.

(Pike spits.)

PIKE: Master innkeeper, I keep a law-abiding ship here, and a clean one.

KEWPER: There is nobody who doubts that, Captain.

PIKE: And I'll have the ears of any man who thinks he'll land me before a judge.

KEWPER: Oh, Heaven preserve us.

PIKE: But I'm willing to do business with any swab I can trust and who trusts me.

KEWPER: Trust. Aye, if there's smuggling to be done.

PIKE: So that's your business. I'd know more of this before I drop anchor here, so talk up, man.

KEWPER: And I'll not give details until we shake hands on it. But, I tell you, we are well supported.

PIKE: I'd not prejudice my good name.

KEWPER: Would you throw in your lot with the Squire, and the Churchwarden, ay?

PIKE: Maybe.

(Cherub steps forward and pinions Kewper's arms.)

PIKE: But not with scum like you.

KEWPER: What trick's this?!

PIKE: The choicest apples, top of the barrel, Innkeeper? I've a mind to have word with this Squire of yours.

KEWPER: I speaks for him! You'll do no business without me.

PIKE: Better for you if he does, matey. Else there'll be another corpse put ashore with Joe Longfoot, ay Cherub?

CHERUB: Indeed, Captain.

KEWPER: Longfoot? The Churchwarden? You killed him. What for?

PIKE: Because he crossed me, that's why. And nobody who crosses Pike lives to tell the tale.

KEWPER: You're Captain Pike?

PIKE: Jamaica! There's more to this than we reckoned, ay Cherub?

CHERUB: Indeed there is, Captain.

JAMAICA: Captain?

PIKE: Fetch the Doctor, Jamaica.

JAMAICA: Yes, sir!

KEWPER: Why should you come here?

PIKE: Your tongue is nigh as long as your ears, Innkeep. Careful we don't cut them both short for ya. We're going ashore, Cherub.

CHERUB: What about the old Sawbones, Captain?

PIKE: When we come back. Then's his time. You and the sawbones, both guests of mine till I return.

(Jamaica reappears with the Doctor. Pike takes down a fearsome looking cat'o'nine tails from a hook on the wall.)

PIKE: Treat them well and kindly, Jamaica. But if there's any funny business, why, use this on them.

JAMAICA: Sure, Captain.


[Church crypt]


(Finding the church empty, Ben and Polly go down into the crypt.)

BEN: Well, there's not much down here.

POLLY: There's nothing up in the vestry, and we searched that thoroughly enough.

BEN: You know, the old boy must have been bumped off pretty soon after we left.

POLLY: Ben, perhaps the murderer was hiding down here all the time.

BEN: Yeah, could be.

(Polly moans.)

BEN: Maybe he kept his money box down here, or something?

POLLY: What? Oh, yes. He did look like a bit of a Scrooge, didn't he?

BEN: Well, he was dead scared of something, I know that.

POLLY: Yes, almost as though he was even expecting something to happen.

BEN: Yeah. Hey, Polly!

POLLY: What? Where are you?

BEN: Listen, maybe the murderer will come back to the scene of the crime.

POLLY: Oh, no! Oh, shut up, Ben. You are a fool.

BEN: Yeah, maybe you're right, Duchess. Early days for Sherlock Holmes, I suppose.

POLLY: Yeah, well, I'm not playing what's his name? Watson to you. Oh, dear, I wish we knew where the Doctor was.

BEN: Yeah, and the Tardis too. In fact, if I know him, I bet he's back in it all comfy.

POLLY: Do you think so? Well then we've jolly well got to find the Tardis too.

BEN: Yeah, that's not such a bad idea. The beach wasn't far from here. Come on.

(A rumbling, grinding sound stops Ben and Polly in their tracks. Ducking down to hide, they watch as one of the tombs swings aside and a dark cloaked figure emerges from a hidden passageway. As the man passes by, Ben knocks him to the ground.)

BEN: Gotcha!

POLLY: Ben, do you think it's the murderer?

BEN: I'm not stopping to find out. Tie him up first and ask questions after, love.

POLLY: Listen, if this is the murderer then we're in the clear. And then if we tell the Squire, now he'll help us find the Doctor.

BEN: Oh, I'm not so sure. He was a bit thick-headed, that Squire. Too much like a petty officer for my liking.

POLLY: Yeah, but we'll never find the Doctor without help. And only he can work the Tardis.

BEN: Yeah, I see what you mean. I don't fancy getting stuck with this lot for good.

POLLY: Listen, you stay here and guard him, and I'll go to the Squire and tell him we caught him, shall I?

BEN: Well, hadn't I better go?

POLLY: No, I'll go. I don't like it down here.

BEN: Okay. Oh, look, Polly. Don't tell him about that, ay?.

POLLY: No all right. I don't suppose I'll be long.

BEN: Polly. Take care, love.


[Black Albatross deck]


PIKE: Well, what think ye, Cherub? Do I look presentable?

CHERUB: As a picture, Captain, but for that.

PIKE: Yes, my little pike will hardly be welcome at the manor, ay?

(Pike removes his hook and gives it to the cabin boy.)

PIKE: There lad, take care of that till I get back.

CHERUB: Ready there below!


[Church crypt]


(Ben removes the gag from the bound man.)

BEN: All right mate. Let's hear what you've got to say for yourself.

BLAKE: Untie me at once, you rogue. Do you not know who I am?

BEN: You tell me.

BLAKE: I am Josiah Blake, the King's revenue officer.

BEN: Oh yeah? Prove it.

BLAKE: My word should be enough.

BEN: Well, not for me it's not, mate.

BLAKE: Untie me this instant.

BEN: I'm sorry, old son, but I'm not taking any risks. You may be what you say, but then again you may not.

BLAKE: And who are you, sir? Pray, tell me that.

BEN: Well, I'm just a sailor. Only I got nabbed for the murder of the Churchwarden which I did not do. So, as you turn up on the scene of the crime I reckon you're a good suspect.

BLAKE: I am here in the pursuance of my duty.

BEN: Oh? And what's that?

BLAKE: I'm after the smugglers, and I think I've found the route that they've been using.

BEN: Ay?

BLAKE: That passageway.

BEN: Oh, sure, and I suppose the Churchwarden's one of them.

BLAKE: Hmmm.

BEN: Pull the other one, mate. It rings.

BLAKE: What say you?

BEN: Oh, forget it.

BLAKE: But this is so, I tell you, in truth. The Churchwarden was suspected.

BEN: Honest?

BLAKE: I was hoping to confront the villain with the evidence of that passageway, but now that he's dead.

BEN: Ah, you're stumped. You ain't got no proof.

BLAKE: No, proof aplenty. That tunnel leads through a series of caves down to the beach.

BEN: Down to the beach?

BLAKE: Aye.

BEN: You've just brought me good news, mate.

BLAKE: Hey, where are you going?

BEN: Well, just for a look. Won't be long.

BLAKE: Hey, come back here! Stop in the King's name!


[Squire's hall]


(Pike and Cherub wait to see the master of the house.)

PIKE: There's style, Cherub, style.

CHERUB: This would fetch a pretty penny.

PIKE: Belay that, ye dolt. We are honest men, remember? Now, here is our plan. We'll find out all we need to know about these little villains.

CHERUB: Smugglers, huh.

PIKE: And we'll take their store, find Avery's treasure, and this into the bargain.

(The squire's manservant, Birch, shows them into the study.)


[Squire's study]


SQUIRE: Ah, good morning gentlemen. Good morning to you. Will you take wine with me?

PIKE: Nay, nay, sir Squire. We are come on a matter of business.

SQUIRE: Business? So early in the day? What can be so urgent so early?

PIKE: We were sent by a friend.

SQUIRE: Friend?

CHERUB: Jacob Kewper.

SQUIRE: Kewper, ay? Then you must be

PIKE: Merchants, sir. Honest merchants.

SQUIRE: By my favourite mare, that's witty, Business, indeed,

PIKE: The very word friend Kewper used himself, sir.

CHERUB: Aye.

SQUIRE: Aye. Where is the fellow. Should he not be handling this affair?

CHERUB: Aye, that he is, sir. He's back at the ship accounting our various merchandise.

PIKE: Aye, such silks, such brandy and tobacco. Aye, Squire, indeed.

SQUIRE: Oh, this is worthy of a toast, gentlemen. I insist you drink with me. Brandy, eh? Silks and tobaccos. Well, here's to a fine cargo and a gallant captain.

PIKE: And here's to a good landfall and no tales told.

CHERUB: And so say I.

PIKE: Forgive him, sir Squire. An honest fellow, but unused to the ways of gentlefolk.

SQUIRE: Oh, no consequence, no consequence. Pray, have you breakfasted?

PIKE: Aye, but I would remind you, sir, we still have business in hand.

SQUIRE: Indeed. Now, what would Kewper have me do?

PIKE: Sir, he thought you might spare the time of day to explain such petty matters as must trouble us poor sailors.

CHERUB: Aye, where to land, where to leave the goods, and things.

SQUIRE: Oh, as for delivery, 'tis at the church on the cliff top. Likely, eh?

PIKE: Most suitable. But who will receive our goods, sir?

SQUIRE: Ah, twas to have been the Churchwarden, bur he's been most foully murdered by renegades.

CHERUB: Shame, such a holy-minded man.

PIKE: But where are we to beach our boat, sir?

SQUIRE: Ah, now I think it best if we

(They are interrupted as Birch drags Polly into the study.)

SQUIRE: Great Heavens! This is one of the very renegades who slew poor Longfoot. How did you escape? Well done, Birch.

POLLY: Well done, nothing. I came here of my own free will, Squire.

SQUIRE: You may go, Birch.

POLLY: I came here to tell you that we found

(Polly recognises Cherub.)

POLLY: You! you're the one that kidnapped the Doctor.


[Pike's cabin]


(Jamaica watches with suspicion as the Doctor approaches Kewper and they speak softly.)

DOCTOR: Tell me about my friends.

KEWPER: It's bad news, sir.

DOCTOR: Why, is there trouble?

KEWPER: Aye, they are taken for trial for the murder of the Churchwarden, which was done by Cherub, sir.

DOCTOR: Oh, good gracious. We must escape from here and try and help them.

KEWPER: Aye, not only for the sake of your friends, sir, but for the sake of the whole village yonder.

DOCTOR: But I don't understand you.

KEWPER: Pike is the bloodiest pirate now alive, sir. No one has ever seen that deadly hook and lived.

DOCTOR: Oh, yes, I quite agree. A somewhat violent man.

KEWPER: Why did he take you, sir?

DOCTOR: Oh, because he thought that I held the secret of the treasure belonging to the deceased pirate, Avery.

KEWPER: Avery's gold? Buried ashore?

DOCTOR: Oh, yes, he's determined to get it. Apparently the Churchwarden knew something about it.

KEWPER: Then Pike'll have it, sir, or raze the village to the ground in the finding of it.

DOCTOR: But the officers of the law?

KEWPER: Oh, they'd be no match for Pike's men, sir. Once he's laid his plans, we and the village are lost. We must get back word to them, sir.

DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I think I agree. Yes, well, bear with me, sir. I have a plan.

(The Doctor raises his voice.)

DOCTOR: Er, tell me, sir. Er, you play cards?


[Squire's study]


SQUIRE: I don't believe one word of this trumped-up story. Not a jot.

CHERUB: Such a sweet young face and yet so wicked.

PIKE: It smacks of a trap, ay, Mister Cherub?

CHERUB: Indeed it does, Captain. Very dangerous.

POLLY: But we are innocent and he took the Doctor.

PIKE: I have none sick aboard. Wherefore should I need a sawbones?

POLLY: I don't know but you took him. And I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have a hand in the killing of the Churchwarden too.

SQUIRE: Cease these vile untruths, boy! These gentlemen are goodly merchants. I vouch for them. You are a stranger here, as is your companion, and therefore not to be trusted.

POLLY: But we haven't done anything.

SQUIRE: A man is dead, boy.

POLLY: We left him alive.

SQUIRE: Oh. Then you did speak with him. There's a damning fact, indeed.

PIKE: Out of the mouths of babes, ay?

CHERUB: Such acts of violence in one so young.

PIKE: Aye, young people are not what they were once, not in our time, ay Mister Cherub?

CHERUB: Indeed not, Cap'n. Very wicked.

SQUIRE: Now, who this poor fellow is you captured I know not.

PIKE: Might he not be, er, one of our mutual friends, Squire? A revenue officer.

SQUIRE: Oh, aye, indeed, it could be so.

CHERUB: Then perhaps we should fall in with this young rogue's pot o' purpose.

PIKE: Yes, recapture this villain's accomplice and let our man free.

CHERUB: That were best.

POLLY: Squire, you're being a fool. These men are villains.

PIKE: Oh, come, come, lad. Do we look so black-hearted?

CHERUB: Time's short if we're to prepare.

SQUIRE: Aye, we'll ride this very minute, and take our prize with us.

PIKE: Squire, do you not think this lad should be restrained a little, just in case of misfortune?

SQUIRE: Aye, I do. A happy thought, Captain.

PIKE: Here is cord.

CHERUB: And here is silence.

(Struggling furiously, Polly is bound and gagged.)


[Church crypt]


(Ben returns from the secret passage, delighted by what he has discovered.)

BEN: What a turn-up for the books. You don't know what kind of good turn you done me, mate.

BLAKE: I do not share your joyous feelings, boy. Untie me, I say.

BEN: The passageway leads right down to the beach all right, to the very spot we've been looking for.

BLAKE: Hey, boy, you one of these smuggling rogues after all?

BEN: No, of course not. But it leads right down to where the Tardis is.

BLAKE: The Tardis? What's that, a ship?

BEN: Well, sort of, but you wouldn't understand. Any way, it's there all ready for us to get away. If only I could tell the others, we could all escape.

BLAKE: Eh? Escape?

BEN: Yes, escape!

(The Squire descends the steps into the crypt.)

SQUIRE: Stand fast, I say there.

(Polly and Cherub behind him.)

BEN: Polly! And you!

SQUIRE: Recaptured again, ay boy? We'll have no more tricks this time.

(Drawing his pistol, the Squire advances on Ben.)


Episode Three


[Church crypt]


BEN: He's the bloke that kidnapped the Doctor.

PIKE: Wrong, lad. Don't deface the character of my dear friend.

BEN: Look, Squire, why can't you believe us.

SQUIRE: Hold your tongue. You're vagabonds, both of you, not to be trusted. Bind them, eh?

BEN: What about this one? He's a right villain.

SQUIRE: These gentlemen are honest merchants.

BLAKE: Squire! Squire! Here!

SQUIRE: Blake! What the blazes are you doing here?

BLAKE: I'd be obliged if you'd release me, sir, before asking questions of me.

SQUIRE: Aye, certainly, but I have no knife. One moment. This Blake is a revenue man. There's trouble afoot.

CHERUB: Should I?

PIKE: Nay, Mister Cherub, hold fast. What does he know?

SQUIRE: Nothing.

PIKE: Well, use him. Let him take these prisoners, as is his duty.

SQUIRE: Aye, then we're free of them.

BLAKE: Squire, won't you release me, sir?

PIKE: Cut him free, Mister Cherub.

SQUIRE: Aye, release him. You've laid hands upon one of the king's Revenue men, Josiah Blake.

BEN: But we thought he was the murderer.

SQUIRE: Be silent, sir! These pretty young vagabonds have murdered my Churchwarden.

BLAKE: Joe Longfoot?

SQUIRE: None other. They must be therefore taken to prison, and as Magistrate I place this duty upon you.

BLAKE: I am a Revenue man, sir, not your Sheriff.

SQUIRE: Nevertheless, you will do as I say.

BLAKE: I am on orders from the King, sir, for the apprehension of smugglers.

CHERUB: Could they not be smugglers too?

SQUIRE: Aye, indeed. What say you?

BLAKE: Aye, they could be.

BEN: Look, we haven't done a thing. We didn't kill anyone. We haven't smuggled anything. Look, sir, you can take our word for it.

CHERUB: Their tongues waggle o'er much for my ears.

SQUIRE: Aye, agreed.

BLAKE: Very well, I will take them with me. Thank you for saving me from these rogues. They will get the treatment they deserve.

SQUIRE: Take my pistol. They're wily knaves.

BLAKE: Oh, thank you, Squire. All right. Good day to you, Squire. All right, move, villains!

(Resigned to their fate, Ben and Polly are forced to comply. Blake follows them up the steps, covering them with the Squire's pistol.)


[Pike's cabin]


(Under Jamaica's watchful eye.)

DOCTOR: Now, sir, I hope this works. You may pick up any five cards.

KEWPER: Aye. One, two, three, four, five.

DOCTOR: Do you wish me to tell you?

KEWPER: Aye! I have no fear of what lies therein.

DOCTOR: Ah, such brave words, my friend, brave words. But these cards hold the secret to your life or death.

JAMAICA: I can tell you that without cards. Death!

DOCTOR: Do not mock that which you do not understand.

KEWPER: Oh, come, old man. Tell me what the future holds. Read the cards.

DOCTOR: Very well, my friend, very well. Be it on your own head.

(The Doctor turns Kewper's chosen cards one by one. The Jack of Clubs, Jack of Spades, King of Spades.)

DOCTOR: Oh, beware. Stand back, or you will affect the cards.

JAMAICA: Ah.

(The curious Jamaica backs off slightly. The last two cards are the Ace of Spades and the Jack of Diamonds.)

DOCTOR: Yes, yes, yes, that's very strange. And very disturbing.

KEWPER: What do these cards mean?

DOCTOR: Well, I'm afraid they're rather unpleasant. Yes, the first one represents yourself, innkeeper.

KEWPER: I am no knave, sir!

DOCTOR: Well, the cards have it so, sir.

DOCTOR: And the second is master Cherub.

JAMAICA: See a dagger? That's Cherub right enough.

DOCTOR: The third is the king. The blackest villain of them all.

KEWPER: Next, the ace?

DOCTOR: Yes, and that is death itself.

JAMAICA: The Captain.

KEWPER: What, Pike? And this one, the Jack of Diamonds, what is he?

DOCTOR: Well, I'm afraid I have no idea about that, sir, but I can assure you he will triumph in the end.

KEWPER: Ah, 'tis all madness.

DOCTOR: Well, you may call it what you wish. I know it's only cards, but sometimes they tell the truth.

JAMAICA: About any man, like me?

DOCTOR: Oh, yes indeed. Yes, yes. Aren't you afraid?

JAMAICA: Me? Jamaica ain't afraid.

DOCTOR: Very well then, my friend, shuffle for yourself and let's see them reveal your own fate.

(Fumbling, the Doctor drops the cards. As Jamaica bends to pick them up Kewper clubs the sailor from behind knocking him unconscious.)

DOCTOR: Well done, innkeeper. Now, a rope. Tie him up.

KEWPER: A guileful trick, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Yes, perhaps, perhaps, yes.

KEWPER: It was a trick, was it not?

DOCTOR: No time for idle speculation. We have to get away from this boat as soon as we can.

KEWPER: 'Twill not be easy without being seen.

DOCTOR: Yes, it's our only chance.

KEWPER: Then we must try.

DOCTOR: Yes, and we've got to hurry if I'm to help my friends.

KEWPER: But first we must seek the aid of the Squire.

DOCTOR: Yes, because he has them prisoner.

KEWPER: But he is the Magistrate. He was but doing his duty. Once is he is informed, he will let them free. No doubt of that.

DOCTOR: Yes, I think you're quite right, yes. It's better to have the law on our side, isn't it?

KEWPER: In these dark days honesty surely pays.

DOCTOR: Yes, well, I hope your fortune turns out all right, my friend.

(Kewper and the Doctor move cautiously out on to the deck, sneaking past the crew who are occupied in a game of cards of their own. Kewper leads the Doctor back to his boat and then rows them back towards the shore.)


[Churchyard]


SQUIRE: I feel well free of these vagabonds.

PIKE: Such guile and wisdom, eh Mister Cherub? A master of men, no less.

CHERUB: Indeed, sir, a kid glove upon an iron hand.

PIKE: I wish it were always so easy to guide the officers of the Revenue. But I have not the quickness of wit of ye, Squire.

CHERUB: Such subtle ways gladden my soul.

SQUIRE: Indeed, if one has the brains, 'tis pity they be not used?

PIKE: Rid of both law and villainy. Indeed, sir Squire, I find myself trusting ye more and more.

CHERUB: With you to lead us, sir, all fears are dispelled. How can we fail?

SQUIRE: Indeed, we cannot. But I would surprise you more.

PIKE: How is that, sir Squire?

SQUIRE: Why, like this.

(He triggers a secret catch on the side of a nearby tomb, and the lid of the sarcophagus slides aside. It reveals not a pile of ancient remains but instead an impressive collection of smugglers booty.)

SQUIRE: The grave holds it's secrets, ay?

PIKE: But few as worldly as this, ay?

SQUIRE: Silks, tobacco and brandy, Captain. This is our immediate cache, you understand.

PIKE: Aye? Then where are we to place our merchandise?

SQUIRE: Why, upon the beach where you'll be met.

CHERUB: Whyfore not here?

SQUIRE: This is our domain, the sea is yours. Our routes and methods must remain our own. But have no fear, this will be emptied before tomorrow's tide.


[Squire's stables]


PIKE: Tomorrow night, then, sir, at the time arranged.

SQUIRE: Yes, a small beacon will be lit upon the shore at two past twelve. There you'll be met.

PIKE: What if there is any danger?

SQUIRE: A second fire will be lit close by.

PIKE: Why then, we are suited. Except for payment.

SQUIRE: Oh, that's soon settled. Not here, not now. Over wine and food. What say you?

(Pike and the Squire go inside the Hall. Cherub has been listening to their discussions from afar. When they have gone, he sets off back towards the coast.)


[Inn stables]


(Blake has forced Ben and Polly to walk back at gunpoint. Once inside, he approaches Ben, knife in hand.)

BEN: Hey!

POLLY: What are you doing?

BLAKE: Well, is it not obvious?

BEN: Well, yeah, but why release us, mate?

BLAKE: I know

BEN: Whose side are you on?

BLAKE: I know you not, but of your tale and the Squire's, I would rather trust your word than his.

POLLY: Well, thank goodness somebody believes us. Can you untie me then?

BLAKE: Aye.

BEN: Yeah, I was getting worried.

BLAKE: I have not said I hold you in complete trust.

BEN: Oh no, I know, because we're strangers. Anyway, mate, as long as you're against the Squire and those other two layabouts, we're with you.

POLLY: But why don't you trust the Squire?

BLAKE: Word of mouth has it that the Squire rules the smuggling ring, but as yet I have no proof.

BEN: What, can we help?

BLAKE: No, no. This calls for armed men.

POLLY: Armed men? Are you expecting something to happen?

BLAKE: Did you not observe the two men who were with the Squire? Seamen, both.

BEN: Sailors?

POLLY: Bringing goods for smuggling.

BLAKE: Aye, more than likely, and soon. This night or tomorrow, they will land their goods.

BEN: And then you'll be there to nab them.

BLAKE: Only if I can get men in time. Otherwise I can do nothing.

POLLY: But if these two sailors were smugglers, what would they want with the Doctor?

BEN: Who knows? He's got a funny way of landing himself right in it all the time.

BLAKE: This friend of yours, the one you call the Doctor, is he a learned man?

BEN: Oh, not half.

BLAKE: Oh, more's the pity. A soldier or a mercenary at this point would be mighty advantageous.

POLLY: The Doctor may not be a soldier, but he's jolly crafty at getting himself out of trouble. At least, he was when we were in London.

BEN: Yeah.

DOCTOR: Yes, and why not here, my dear?

BEN + POLLY: Doctor!

POLLY: What happened to you? Where did they take you? How did you escape?

DOCTOR: Oh, my dear child, my dear child, control yourself. Let it suffice that I did escape in the company of Kewper. You remember, the innkeeper?

BEN: But he's in with the Squire.

DOCTOR: Yes, that's right. Yes, yes.

BLAKE: Kewper is thought to be deeply involved, and he knows me.

(Kewper appears behind the Doctor.)

KEWPER: We came to rescue you, lads. We know who killed the Churchwarden.

POLLY: Who did, then?

KEWPER: Well, the villain they call Cherub.

BLAKE: The villain who is now involved in more villainy with your Squire.

KEWPER: Hey, Mister Blake.

POLLY: It's true. And what's more, Mister Blake knows that Ben and I are innocent and it's you and Squire that are

BEN: No, Polly!

KEWPER: It's a trap you set for me, is it? Did I but know that you were a revenue spy.

BLAKE: No, Master Kewper.

KEWPER: Stand from me, I say. Aye, Doctor, but that you saved me from death I'd slay you now. But the next time we meet, look not for pity then.

(Kewper hurries to his horse.)


[Stable yard]


(Blake dashes after him but ducks back as Kewper brandishes his pistols.)

KEWPER: Take that!

(Kewper gallops from the yard.)

BLAKE: Stop in the name of the law!

(Kewper shoots at Blake.)


[Pike's cabin]


JAMAICA: Captain, they tricked me into it. I swear it was no fault of mine.

PIKE: Aargh, ye black-souled scum! Escaped!

JAMAICA: But, Captain.

PIKE: I'll tear your liver out and feed it to the sharks, ye sea slime.

JAMAICA: It was the old man, Captain. He cast a spell on me, I swear it.

PIKE: I'll cast a spell on ye, me pretty death's-head. A spell that'll run from ear to ear. Escaped!

JAMAICA: 'Twas the black arts, Captain.

PIKE: Aagh.

JAMAICA: Spare me, Captain. Spare me.

PIKE: I'll keelhaul ye from here to Port Royal. Where did they make for?

JAMAICA: I know, Captain. I know.

PIKE: Then speak, boy, while ye still have breath.

JAMAICA: I heard them speak, Captain. They said about going to see the Squire.

PIKE: Ah, that buffoon, what good'll he be to them?

JAMAICA: They said that he was the law.

PIKE: Aye, had he a will he'd call the militia, but I doubt he'll do that.

JAMAICA: Captain, do you think he would lay a trap?

PIKE: It follows, Jamaica.

JAMAICA: So we have to surprise them, Captain.

PIKE: Ye speak straight, Jamaica. They expect us tomorrow night at two of the clock.

JAMAICA: Then, we must go tonight at one.

PIKE: Jamaica, ye'd have made a fine skipper but you're short on guile. Any dark of the night they'll expect us. We'll spike 'em. We'll land by day. Some will go direct to the church and loot the smuggler's horde. Me and Cherub will seek Avery's gold.

JAMAICA: Aye, Captain, plunder the inn, the village, and the Squire's fine hall.

PIKE: Aye, it will be a merry night, but not for ye.

JAMAICA: Captain. Captain. I beg thee. No! No! No! Ahh!

(Pike's hook flashes down.)

PIKE: Fare ye well, Jamaica.

(Wiping his hook clean on a lace handkerchief, Pike leaves Jamaica where he fell and goes in search of Cherub.)


[Black Albatross deck]


PIKE: Cherub! Cherub! Where in blazes of hell are you? Cherub! Where's Cherub? Speak, boy.

SAILOR: Not aboard, Captain. Not aboard.

PIKE: Not aboard? Where in Satan's name is he?


[Inn]


DOCTOR: Pike intends to sack the old church, and at the same time search for Avery's treasure.

BLAKE: Indeed? Strange secrets, these. But when?

DOCTOR: Well, I can't be exact, sir, but pretty soon. I should say tonight or tomorrow night.

BLAKE: Ah, then help is desperately needed if these pirates are to be thwarted.

DOCTOR: Yes, especially if, as Kewper thinks, that the village will be pillaged and burnt too.

BEN: Aye, what for?

BLAKE: 'Tis Pike's way. Death is second nature to him.

DOCTOR: Yes, at least the smugglers will have prior knowledge of Pike's plan now that Kewper has escaped.

BLAKE: If they're at each other's throats, this should give me the time I need to get men and arms.

DOCTOR: Yes, be off with you, sir.

BLAKE: Aye. Stable boy! Here, I say!

POLLY: Perhaps they'll just fight it out between them.

BLAKE: No, no, when their blood is up nothing will stand before them. Stable boy, get me my horse, quickly. Quickly, I say! Pray God I'll be back soon enough.

(Tom brings out the horse. Blake mounts up and rides off at full gallop.)

BEN: Well, we can leave this place anytime we like.

POLLY: We can't get down to the cave until next low tide.

DOCTOR: Oh, my child, explain yourself.

BEN: Well, Doctor, in the crypt at the old church there's this secret passage.

DOCTOR: Oh yes, you mean that place where the Revenue man came out of?

BEN: Yeah, but you don't know where it leads to. Smack down to where the Tardis is. So, all we've got to do is get back to the old church, go down the passage, and we're away, mate.

POLLY: Oh, thank goodness for that.

DOCTOR: Yes.

BEN: What's the trouble, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Well, I'm afraid, my boy, we can't leave at the moment.

POLLY: What? But why not?

DOCTOR: Yes, well I know it's really difficult for both you to understand, but I'm under moral obligation.

BEN: Well, about what? We've got no ties here.

DOCTOR: No, but it's this village. I feel that I might be responsible for it's destruction, and therefore I must at least try and avoid this danger until Blake comes back.

BEN: Yeah, but you heard what Blake said. We wouldn't stand a chance against Pike's mob. They're a right bunch of yobbos.

POLLY: We wouldn't stand a chance.

DOCTOR: Ah, wouldn't we, my dear?

BEN: Well, what does that mean?

DOCTOR: Well, you seem to forget, young man, that I've already met Pike, and I know something that he doesn't. The clue to the treasure.

POLLY: So, the poor old churchwarden did tell you something.

BEN: Oh, what are you up to now?

DOCTOR: Well, I think if we are able to find that treasure first, we might be able to bargain.

BEN: Well, I don't fancy it. I can't see him standing around chatting.

DOCTOR: Yes, and it's going to give us enough time for Blake to come back here, and the same time to save the people in this village.

POLLY: It would be awful to do otherwise.

BEN: Oh, a right couple of nut cases you two are. Oh well, all right, I'll try anything once.

DOCTOR: Well said, my boy. Now, let's get down to the church and hope that our luck still holds out. Come on, come on.

BEN: Hey Tom. Thanks again, mate.

POLLY: Bye, Tom. (Tom watches his new friends disappear down the road, secretly rather relieved to see them go.)

CHERUB: They've gone, haven't they, Tom. Be a good lad and tell me where, ay?


[Squire's Hall]


KEWPER: I tell you it is Pike.

SQUIRE: I've been tricked, and by him.

KEWPER: At least you've lived to tell the tale.

SQUIRE: To think I've delivered our plans into his evil hands. What are we to do?

KEWPER: We must play them at their own game, only more skillful, as with a fox.

SQUIRE: I do not relish crossing swords with Pike's hook.

KEWPER: If we but stick to clear thought we will not sink. And even better, we may profit.

SQUIRE: How profit?

KEWPER: His real reason in coming here was but to spy out the land. His greater interest lies in treasure.

SQUIRE: Treasure?

KEWPER: Avery's gold, or part of it.

SQUIRE: Here? In these parts?

KEWPER: Longfoot, the Churchwarden, was at one time one of this notorious band. They tracked him to his lair, knowing him to have the gold or secret access to it. They now firmly believe that it is hidden below the church.

SQUIRE: Avery's gold?

KEWPER: A dream to conjure with.

SQUIRE: Indeed, and hidden within our grasp, ay? But don't men say this gold is tainted?

KEWPER: Any villainy would be worthwhile for this end. So we must act.

SQUIRE: But how? And without bloodshed.

KEWPER: Well, by guile, I say. They will come soon, so we must come the sooner.

SQUIRE: Aye, forestall the villains and leave them nothing.

KEWPER: Aye, but later this night they will be upon us without a doubt. Thus, a trap must be laid.

SQUIRE: Aye, we have the time.

KEWPER: Once we have the treasure, we are made men. But they are to be crushed, or we are dead men.

SQUIRE: But I have told him of the shore and the tomb wherein our store is hid.

KEWPER: Then we know the path that they must follow this night. So, twenty hidden muskets and they are done for.

SQUIRE: Aye, and here's a triumph for law and order.

KEWPER: Ah, indeed. But first to the church and Avery's gold.

SQUIRE: Aye, away. Come man. Birch, I say!


[Squire's stable yard]


SQUIRE: Have we no clue, no knowledge of any burial place?

KEWPER: No one I know save the strange doctor knows Longfoot's secret.

SQUIRE: Then we must search even harder.

KEWPER: We ride alone?

SQUIRE: To be sure, to be sure.

(The Squire mounts his horse and then waits impatiently as Kewper's horse is brought out.)

SQUIRE: No, we will admit no other soul into this but ourselves. Avery's gold snatched clean from 'em.

KEWPER: I would see their faces at the empty chests. But sooner I would see them dead.

SQUIRE: Now come on, hyup, hyup.

(Agreed on their plan, Kewper and the Squire ride back toward the church. Meanwhile, riding hard, Blake urges his horse across open fields, determined to fetch reinforcements as soon as possible.)


[Churchyard]


POLLY: Well, here we are. Now where do we start looking?

BEN: What did the Churchwarden tell you, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Oh, for heavens' sake boy, some kind of code and I'm trying to work it out.

BEN: I'm sorry.

POLLY: Let him get on with it. He'll tell us when he's got it.

BEN: Weird lot of tombstones, aren't they?

POLLY: They're rather super, aren't they. Hey, let's try and find the oldest.

BEN: Yeah, OK. Hey Duchess, have a butchers at this one. Fifteen ninety two!

POLLY: That's not old, soppy. Don't forget we're not in the twentieth century. This is sixteen hundred and something.

BEN: Oh yeah, I forgot. Hey, this one's a laugh. Henry Hawksworth, he did die, of drinking too much small beer when he was dry.

POLLY: Some of these old names are fantastic. Hey, listen to this. Lucinda Maltree.)

DOCTOR: What did you say, dear?

POLLY: Lucinda Maltree.

DOCTOR: No, no, before. These names. Yes, yes, that's it!

POLLY: What is?

DOCTOR: Yes, of course. Dead man's secret.

BEN: What?

DOCTOR: Yes, yes, of course. That's the answer to the puzzle. Yes. All these dead people.

BEN: What, here in the graveyard?

DOCTOR: No. No, not here.

POLLY: Hey, in the crypt!

DOCTOR: Yes, my dear. Exactly! Good heavens, well, you are inspired. Come on, quickly.


[Church crypt]


BEN: Well what the heck are we looking for, Doctor?

POLLY: What was the secret the Churchwarden told you, Doctor?

DOCTOR: It was some kind of rhyme. Now, let me see. Dead man's secret key. Ringwood, Smallbeer and Gurney.

BEN: Dead man's secret. Well, that means names on tombstones. But how does that help?

DOCTOR: Well, we must find these names, mustn't we. Yes, that'll be the first step.

BEN: Well look, don't you want to see the secret passage?

DOCTOR: Oh yes, of course, dear boy, well, where is it? Where is it?

BEN: Up here.

(Ben leads the Doctor across to the far side of the crypt and activates the mechanism revealing the hidden entrance.)

DOCTOR: Yes. Oh, that's very clever. Yes. Very clever indeed, yes. Now just shut it up again, will you. Then we can get on.

BEN: Okay, you're the governor.

POLLY: Ringwood! I found Ringwood.

DOCTOR: Oh, good, my dear. Well, continue with the search. And then the sooner we'll have better you know, the sooner we find the secret.

BEN: Hey, Polly. Gurney! That's two of 'em.

POLLY: Only one more to go.

BEN: Come on, Smallbeer. Let's have you.

DOCTOR: Ah. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Yes!


[Churchyard]


(The vestry door is open.)

SQUIRE: Below the church, aye, in the crypt.

KEWPER: Open? But this is strange indeed.

SQUIRE: Are we forestalled?

KEWPER: We will see. But we'd best proceed with caution.

SQUIRE: Aye, they'd be few in number, I'd say.

KEWPER: Aye, no guards, no horses.

SQUIRE: Pike would be more watchful.

KEWPER: And Blake would be better equipped.

SQUIRE: Could it be this pestiferous Doctor?

KEWPER: If it is, then providence is on our side, for he holds the secret of the treasure, of that I'm sure.

SQUIRE: Then let us find him out.

KEWPER: We will.

(They go into the church.)


[Church crypt]


DOCTOR: Well now, we've found our three names.

BEN: Well I'm blowed If I can see how it helps.

POLLY: Nor me.

DOCTOR: Yes, of course, yes. It would help if we found four names.

BEN: What, another dead man's name?

DOCTOR: Yes, exactly. Yes, exactly.

POLLY: What are you talking about, Doctor? Tell us.

DOCTOR: Well, my dear, I

KEWPER: Aye, Doctor, tell us.

DOCTOR: And what are you doing here, sir?

KEWPER: The same as you, my friends. Seeking Avery's treasure.

SQUIRE: Aye, he may not have murdered the Churchwarden, but this does indeed show you're more than innocent travellers.

DOCTOR: And what name might yours be?

SQUIRE: Edwards, sir, Squire Edwards, local magistrate.

KEWPER: Oh, let's not waste time on formal greetings. The secret, old man.

DOCTOR: For what purpose?

SQUIRE: To forestall Pike, and

BEN: And line your own pockets. Yeah, fine magistrate you are.

KEWPER: Hold your tongue, cur. Riches are for them that takes 'em.

DOCTOR: I hope you don't expect me to help you.

KEWPER: You'll talk, Doctor, or these young sprigs will die for it.

DOCTOR: Here, now. Be careful sir.

SQUIRE: Nay, nay, Kewper, surely not.

KEWPER: Oh, be not lily-livered now. This gold is not for weaklings.

SQUIRE: I will not kill in cold blood.

KEWPER: He knows the secret. He must be made to talk.

SQUIRE: Not by this unholy threat. Let them be bound and we'll make our search ourselves.

KEWPER: What, and waste precious time? This is madness. The threat alone and he will talk.

SQUIRE: Not even that will I stomach, sir. Let us behave like gentlemen.

KEWPER: Gentlemen? Was this gold got by gentlemen? Is it now to be got by kindness?

SQUIRE: I will have my way, sir!

KEWPER: Don't truss up thy temper, I say.

(Unobserved, Cherub steals into the crypt armed with both knife and pistol.)

SQUIRE: Rogue, I could have thee hanged if I wont.

KEWPER: Threaten you me with the rope? Then you shall stand with me on the gallows.

SQUIRE: You grow overbold.

KEWPER: The rope will make more mark on your fine skin.

(A knife flashes through the air, thudding into Kewper's back. There's a gunshot, and Polly screams.)


Episode Four


[Church crypt]


(Cherub has shot the Squire, then knelt to retrieve his knife from Kewper's back.)

POLLY: Ben, do something.

BEN: You maniac!

CHERUB: Is there any more as fancies a free trip to Davey Jones, ay?

DOCTOR: By stabbing your man in the back, sir? You had us all at your mercy. There was no need for you to kill Kewper.

CHERUB: I fancied better odds than five against one, sawbones.

DOCTOR: What is it you want of us?

CHERUB: Why, the secret, of course. Where Avery's gold lies.

DOCTOR: And suppose we refuse to tell you?

CHERUB: Do you fancy these lads of yours meeting their maker so young, ay sawbones?

DOCTOR: I'm not going to barter with you, sir. Where is your captain?

CHERUB: Oh, you fancy you'll twist him round to your way, would you?

DOCTOR: He would at least listen.

CHERUB: Not here, matey. There's only one skipper here. Me.

BEN: You're alone, then?

CHERUB: That's right, matey. But I'm no fool, so one false move and I'll split you in two.

DOCTOR: Leave this to me, Ben, my boy.

CHERUB: That's right. Let the old fellow do the talking cause he knows the answers.

POLLY: But what about the Squire? He's badly wounded. He needs help.

CHERUB: Let him rot, the blockhead.

POLLY: But he needs water.

DOCTOR: Have some mercy.

CHERUB: Mercy. Why not? What's a moment's kindness? Here, give him this pannikin. Come.

(As Polly moves, Cherub grabs her, pressing his pistol to her head.)

CHERUB: That's better. Now sawbones, talk or the young lad dies.

(Unaware of the new threat facing his friends, Blake rides on towards the militia outpost. The Doctor draws Ben to one side.)

DOCTOR: We must play for time now. Trust me.

BEN: All right, you're the gov'nor.

CHERUB: Enough jabbering, sawbones. Where's it hid?

DOCTOR: Well, I must admit the Churchwarden did tell me something, but to be quite honest with you, I am baffled.

CHERUB: What's the puzzle?

DOCTOR: The dead man's secret key. Er, Ringwood, Smallbeer and Gurney. Were these names of villages around here?

CHERUB: No, no. I know those names. Old Jack Ringwood. He had a wooden leg. He was the finest master gunner that never served his king.

DOCTOR: And Gurney, what of he?

CHERUB: Old Zeb, the ship's chandler. A fellow that sewed many a merchant into a sailcloth nightgown.

POLLY: What?

CHERUB: A sailor's shroud to you, boy. And Daniel Smallbeer, there was a man. Fight along the side of him and he was like a killer whale.

DOCTOR: Good men, I take it?

CHERUB: All four of them, aye.

POLLY: Four?

CHERUB: Four. Tim Desmond, he were Avery's galley boy. Now what else did he tell ye?

DOCTOR: Nothing, I'm afraid, nothing.

CHERUB: Nothing? Did you say nothing?

DOCTOR: Now don't be hasty, please. I said I needed your help. Now this is how.

CHERUB: And that's all he told ye? Four names? Four names to Avery's gold?

SQUIRE: Avery's curse, what of that, ay?

CHERUB: Avery's curse. You can have that for the sharks.

SQUIRE: It's a curse men fear. Remember Avery's end? Did he not die a pauper?

CHERUB: Aye, rotten with rum and madness in his tongue.

SQUIRE: They say he bargained for his life. His soul in return for the souls of those who come after, seeking and finding the cursed treasure.

CHERUB: And if you so believed it, why did you seek the gold, ay sir Squire?

SQUIRE: Because I was a fool and ill led. Answer enough lies there, surely.

CHERUB: Enough of this. Old man, you know more and I will hear it said. Tell me now what the riddle means or in one minute's time.


[Beach]


(Pike and his men land in force. They drag their longboats high up onto the beach, above the tide line.)

GAPTOOTH: Quietly, my beauties, quietly.

PIKE: Spaniard, find Cherub for me, wherever he is.

(The Spaniard leaves and the remaining pirates swarm up the cliff path towards the church.)


[Church yard]


(Scouting ahead, Pike finds the graveyard silent and apparently deserted. Once he's sure it is safe, he signals to his men with a bird call. Warily the pirates emerge from hiding one by one and gather around Pike. The captain leads his men to the huge sarcophagus revealed earlier by the Squire as the smuggler's secret store. Pike searches for the lever that releases the lid of the tomb. At last he is successful and shoves the lid aside to reveal a generous stash of silks, spices and rum. One or two of the men have trouble containing their greedy instincts.)

PIKE: Belay there. Gaptooth, there's your loot.

GAPTOOTH: Aye, aye, Captain. Is it to be carried back straight away?

PIKE: Nay. Unload the tomb. Set the goods upon the shore. We go at my signal.

GAPTOOTH: It'll be dry work, Captain.

PIKE: Broach a cask, then.

GAPTOOTH: Aye, aye, sir.

PIKE: When it be finished.

GAPTOOTH: Aye aye, sir. Er, Captain, inside. Is there more loot there?

PIKE: Did I say there was?

GAPTOOTH: No, no!

PIKE: Do as ye bid, ye dog, or I'll leave ye in the coffin as a souvenir.

GAPTOOTH: Aye, aye, Captain. Get to it, lads.

PIKE: Cherub. Fie, where's Cherub?

(Pike enters the church.)


[Road]


(BLAKE and a squad of militia men are now approaching the outskirts of the village. Church Cove.)

BLAKE: Hurry along, you men.

SOLDIER: Idle dogs. On, men.


[Church crypt]


(Pike silently creeps down the steps behind Cherub.)

CHERUB: Your time's up. sawbones, so speak.

PIKE: What would you have him say, Cherub boy.

CHERUB: Oh, here at last, Captain. I've got him for ye.

PIKE: For me, you say?

CHERUB: Of course, Captain.

PIKE: Cherub, you deserted the ship.

CHERUB: Nay, Captain. I knew there was some trickery afoot. Didn't I say so, time and again?

PIKE: I never did trust that tongue of yours, Cherub. It was a might too like the archangel's.

CHERUB: But I found the sawbones, didn't I?

PIKE: Aye, and you'd have found the gold too, eh?

CHERUB: But I was making him talk, Captain. See? He spoke of Holy Joe's riddle. He was going to spill the whole cargo. I wasn't going to let no one do you down, Captain.

PIKE: No, Cherub?

CHERUB: Well, he'd have nabbed it all for himself, see? He'd have done for us both.

PIKE: Would he now? Do for Pike, would he? So that's the game, ay sawbones?

BEN: Look, the Doctor wouldn't cheat no one.

(Cherub brings his pistol to bear on Pike but the pirate captain knocks the weapon away with his sword.)

PIKE: By the Black Albatross, ye met your doom now, my Cherub.

CHERUB: Not from such a black pig as ye.

(Pike launches himself at Cherub and the two pirates begin duelling, cutlasses flashing.)

PIKE: I'll quarter ye, ye rat faced smiler. Only watch the hook, boy, for when it whistles then it is the end of ye.

(As the two pirates circle each other, the Doctor, Ben and Polly move aside.)

POLLY: Doctor, it's just like the Squire said. Avery's curse.


[Churchyard]


(The tomb is nearly empty and a keg of rum has been opened.)

GAPTOOTH: Come on now, you bilge breath. Get on with it.

SPANIARD: Ah stow it, Gaptooth.

GAPTOOTH: And you, Spaniard, do as you're bidden. If Pike finds you idling here you'll lose your ears as well as your tongue.

PIRATE: Go on, cut him, Will.

GAPTOOTH: Stop. Beware of Pike. Now you've earned your jot and you shall have it. But you Spaniard, and you David, to the beach with you.

(With extremely bad grace, the two pirates head off, loaded down with as much booty as they can carry between them.)

GAPTOOTH: Here.

(The remaining crew watch them go, passing the rum between them.


[Church crypt]


(The duel continues. Focused on each other, Pike and Cherub have no thought for the Doctor and his companions.)

BEN: Right, now's our chance. Down the tunnel.

DOCTOR: Yes, get Polly back to the Tardis, and I will follow immediately Blake returns with the men.

POLLY: But I can't leave you here alone.

DOCTOR: There is no other way, child. Without either of you they can't hold a hostage for me to force my hand.

BEN: Yeah, that's true. But, suppose they start on you?

DOCTOR: Ah, I've done it before, my dear boy. We must play for time.

(As Polly and Ben edge towards the tunnel, Cherub snatches up Kewper's fallen pistol and fires wildly at Pike.)

BEN: Right. Come on, back to the Tardis.

DOCTOR: Quickly. Quickly. I somehow don't think that master Cherub will be the winner.

(The Doctor watches as Cherub edges forward, scanning the gloomy crypt for Pike who has ducked out of sight. Meanwhile, Ben has opened the entrance to the secret passage. He ushers Polly inside ahead of him.)

BEN: Right, I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you're not back by then I'm coming for you.

DOCTOR: Yes, yes.

(The Doctor retreats into the shadows. Cherub moves warily past a large tomb, still looking for Pike who suddenly leaps from hiding. He catches Cherub by surprise, knocking the cutlass from his hand. In desperation Cherub throws his knife at Pike who dodges aside easily. Now unarmed, Cherub backs away, then slips and falls back, tumbling to the ground beneath a large stone angel. Mercilessly Pike closes in for the kill.)

PIKE: Well, my Cherub, you'll not need prayers in this company, ay?

(Pike runs Cherub through with his sword.)

PIKE: Back to your hell hole, Cherub!

(Cherub lies dead at Pike's feet.)

PIKE: Now, old man, the time has come.

DOCTOR: I think we agreed on that point previously.

PIKE: The secret.

DOCTOR: My dear Captain, I had every intention of telling you.

PIKE: And that's why ye fled me ship?

DOCTOR: I had no choice. My friends are in danger.

PIKE: Aye, those two lads. Where are they stowed away, sawbones? Is there another passage out of this crypt?

SQUIRE: Tell him nothing.

PIKE: Still alive, ay, gentleman Squire?

SQUIRE: Aye, I'll live to see you hanged.

PIKE: Think ye so?

DOCTOR: Stop! I made a bargain with you, sir, gave you my word. Don't you want me to keep it?

PIKE: Aye. That sounds like the foolishness of an honest man. Speak on.

DOCTOR: I wish to keep my side of the bargain, but I want to change the terms of my plan. That is, if I may.


[Beach]


(The Spaniard and David dump their haul of goods in an untidy pile and sit down to wait for the others. They quickly become bored and wander up the beach to explore the caves under the cliffs. They are perplexed to discover a strange tall blue box. Then venturing deeper into the caves they find the entrance to a tunnel.)


[Church crypt]


PIKE: Strange terms indeed.

DOCTOR: I prefer to call them humane, sir.

PIKE: And ye want none of the gold?

DOCTOR: I would rather not touch it.

PIKE: Ha. Heard of Avery's curse, ay?

DOCTOR: I have given you all my reasons. I want no part of the gold, though perhaps I can deliver it to you immediately.

PIKE: If I keep my lads out of the village?

DOCTOR: There is no need for innocent people to suffer.

SQUIRE: Well said, Doctor. Well said.

PIKE: I like my lads to be happy, sawbones. That way they work well.

SQUIRE: You'd have Avery's gold and our stores, would you, villain? Will nothing satisfy you?

PIKE: We have an uneasy conscience, have we, Squire? Ye lily-livered rogue. Ye dare to call to call me villain?

SQUIRE: Oh, I've been a rogue, I frankly admit it. The generosity of this stranger has shamed me. But I never spilled blood in my villainy. I beg you as a fellow rogue, if you must, spare my poor villagers.

PIKE: When the fever is in the lads' bones, nothing but blood will slake it.

DOCTOR: Senseless destruction.

PIKE: Tis by way of being a pastime with us gentlemen of fortune. Why should I stop them?

SQUIRE: So, you admit it to be difficult, at? You'd rather let them run mad than test their obedience, ay, Captain?

PIKE: No man defies me and lives to speak of it.

SQUIRE: No, but you'll not give that one order, ay? A highly disciplined crew, in truth.

PIKE: They'll do as I bid or die of it.

SQUIRE: Would they?

PIKE: Aye, they would.

DOCTOR: Prove it!

PIKE: Aye, I will. When I have the gold.

DOCTOR: I suppose we must trust you?

PIKE: Aye, ye must. And take heed of Cherub yonder, ay sawbones?

DOCTOR: Have no fear, Captain. I am not likely to try and cheat you just as he did.

PIKE: Out with it, then. Show me the gold.

(Blake and the militia finally sight the church along the cliff top. Allowing the men a few minutes to catch their breath, Blake divides them into two groups.)


[Tunnels]


(Ben leads Polly through the darkness towards the Tardis.)

BEN: Come on, ducks, we're nearly there.

POLLY: Oh, good. Ow! Oh!

BEN: You okay?

POLLY: Ow, yes. How much further is it?

BEN: I told you, we're nearly there. It's only about another hundred yards.

POLLY: Well, look. You go back and get the Doctor then.

BEN: But will you be all right?

POLLY: Yes, I'll be fine. Look, hurry. I'll see you back at the Tardis.

BEN: Okay then. Polly.

POLLY: Yes?

BEN: Put the kettle on.


[Cliff top]


(Having briefed the militia men, Blake wastes no time putting his plan into action.)

BLAKE: All right, Sergeant, off you go. The rest of you come with me.

(Blake plans to trap the pirates in a pincer manoeuvre. The Sergeant departs, taking one group of men along the road to the church. Blake will take the other group up into the crypt using the secret passage. Eager for action, the Revenue man leads his party towards the cliff path and the beach.)


[Church crypt]


DOCTOR: Now, let me see. The Churchwarden set me a riddle which involved four names. Ringwood, Smallbeer, Gurney and Deadman, which should be on that wall, sir.

PIKE: Four names of Avery's crew in the old days.

DOCTOR: Ha! Yes, it's there. Just there.

PIKE: How come those names here? They died on the seven seas, all of them.

DOCTOR: The original names were changed by the Churchwarden.

PIKE: Aye. Like a marker, ay?

DOCTOR: Yes, that is correct. And unless I am very much mistaken, sir, this flagstone is at the intersection of those fateful names.

PIKE: Aye, and 'tis loose. Stand aside.

DOCTOR: Indeed, I think that is what you seek.

(Wedging his hook into the gap between the flagstones, Pike hauls up the slab, struggling for a moment before removing it to reveal a dark, square hole in the floor.)

PIKE: What's this? I see nothing.

DOCTOR: Well, how deep is it?

(Pike reaches down into the hole.)

PIKE: Still nothing, blast your eyes.

(Pike's hook delves deeper.)

PIKE: Nay, nay, what's this?

(It emerges trailing a string of pearls.)

PIKE: Ha! Ha! What now? Ha! What price your damned Avery now? What now, Squire?

(The sounds of shouting and gunfire come from outside.)

PIKE: What's that? If that is a trap, sawbones, I swear you'll lie beneath that slab yourself.

(Surrounding the churchyard, the militia have succeeded in catching the pirates totally by surprise. Befuddled by rum they are no match for the heavily armed soldiers.)

PIKE: Ahoy there. What's afoot! What in hell's name? Gaptooth, answer!


[Churchyard]


(The militia continue to press their advantage, picking off the drunken pirates one by one. Before long, the seafarers are forced to retreat into the church as the militia charge forward.)


[Cave]


(Limping out of the tunnel, Polly is delighted to see the Tardis, but before she can reach safety she is ambushed by David and the Spaniard. Twisting free, Polly scrambles back towards the tunnel, screaming.)


[Tunnel]


POLLY: Ben!

(The Spaniard catches Polly, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the ground. Hearing noises from the tunnel, David advances into the gloom, his knife drawn. Up ahead, Ben has heard Polly's screams. As David creeps past, Ben springs on him from behind. They struggle for a moment before David is knocked unconscious. Polly fights back, biting and scratching. Suddenly Ben appears, launching himself at the Spaniard and knocking him off his feet. Polly twists away, the pirate rises and turns on Ben, knife in hand.)


[Beach]


BLAKE: Come on.

(Blake urges the last of his men down the cliff path. They gather at the mouth of the cave.)

BLAKE: All right, come on. Now quietly.


[Tunnel]


(Weapons drawn, Blake and his men move past the Tardis into the cave. Up ahead, the Spaniard has got the better of Ben and stands over him, knife raised. There's a gunshot, and the Spaniard falls dead, shot in the back by Blake.)

POLLY: Mister Blake, thank heavens.

BLAKE: Now stand aside, boy. Our work lies above. Keep close and in command.

BEN: Hang on, Blake. I'm with you. Polly, go on back to the Tardis and wait for us there, okay?

POLLY: All right.


[Church crypt]


(The last of the pirates have been forced to retreat towards the crypt, where a mass of men now fight on the steps. Below the, Pike struggles to retrieve Avery's treasure from it's hiding place, shouting encouragement to his men.)

PIKE: Fight, ye black-hearted sons of traitors. There's gold for ye all if we can but board the Albatross.

(At the back of the crypt, the Doctor tries to locate the mechanism to open the secret passage. Unexpectedly, the tomb slides aside, revealing Blake and the rest of his men.)

BLAKE: Pray, stand aside, good old man. In the King's name!

(Blake leads his men to join the fighting. As Pike realises what is happening, he stands and brandishes his cutlass at the Doctor.)

PIKE: Sawbones, ye Neptune's curse! Ye've laid a trap and for that you'll die by the pike.

(The Captain lunges towards the Doctor, trying to shove his way through the fighting.)

BEN: Come on, Doctor, now let's get out of here.

DOCTOR: No, I must try and help the Squire.

(The Doctor edges around to where the Squire is propped up against a pillar, his clothes bloodied and his face very pale.)

DOCTOR: Oh, thank heavens you're still alive, sir. Let's try and get him out of here.

BLAKE: Captain Pike, surrender I say.

(The last of Pike's are being cut down around him.)

PIKE: And give over this treasure? Never!

(He darts over to where the Doctor is tending the Squire's wounds.)

PIKE: Sawbones, I'm coming for ye. See if your magic will help you now.

(With the last of his strength, the Squire struggles to his feet to help fend Pike off. The Captain looms over the Doctor.)

PIKE: Here's an end to ye, sawbones, damn your eyes.

(The hook flashes. Blake's bullet finds its target, thanks to the Squire who managed to grab Pike's arm before it delivered the killing blow. As Blake and the Squire watch Pike draw his last breaths, Ben and the Doctor manage to slip into the secret passage unnoticed. The pirate Captain falls heavily, his haul of Avery's treasure scattering around him. The route is dark and treacherous, but by now Ben knows the tunnel very well and helps the Doctor down towards the Tardis. Blake helps the Squire to his feet.)

BLAKE: Thank ye, Squire. The day is ours.

SQUIRE: Yes, quite so, quite so. I think we've managed very well, you and I.

BLAKE: But where's the old man? I would offer my gratitude to him.

(Looking around him, Blake realises that the Doctor and Ben must have left using the secret passage.)

BLAKE: Godspeed, old man.


[Cave]


POLLY: Thank heavens you're both safe. Doctor, are you all right?

DOCTOR: Oh, a little exhausted, my dear, otherwise I'm all right. Come along, let's get off.


[Tardis]


BEN: Here, I thought the Doctor nearly had it when old Pike got going.

POLLY: What happened? How did you all escape?

BEN: Well, Blake's mob beat them.

POLLY: So they're all dead then, the ones who wanted the treasure.

DOCTOR: Yes, superstition is a strange thing, my dear, but sometimes it tells the truth.

(The Tardis dematerialises.)

POLLY: Where will we go to now, Doctor. Will we go forward or back in time?

DOCTOR: I have no idea. I have no control over such matters.

BEN: Well, it better be 1966 or I'm in dead trouble, Doctor. Well, anyway, wherever it is, it can't be as bad as going back to them days.

DOCTOR: My dear boy, it could be a great deal worse.

POLLY: What's happened, Doctor. I'm freezing!

BEN: Yeah, it's getting right parky in here.

DOCTOR: Just look up at that scanner. We have arrived at the coldest place in the world!


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