Warhead of the Daleks 1 (d)

39. INT. WAREHOUSE – UPPER LEVEL (DAY)

The Doctor approaches a pair of loading doors and tries to shift them. No luck.

DOCTOR
This should give us a good view of the street if I can just open them...

He tries again. Tegan joins him.

TEGAN
If you know where the time corridor is and who the soldiers are, why not talk to them?

DOCTOR
I think the people in charge of the corridor haven’t left this place unguarded. Now the signs of executions Kamelion mentioned... I want to know what’s going on before we jump in feet first. Now help me with these.

Kamelion approaches. They all try to shift the doors. No luck.

TEGAN
The wood’s swollen with the rain. This place probably hasn’t been used for years – it sure smells like it.

DOCTOR
Such neglect. A hundred years ago, this place would have been bustling with activity.

TEGAN
Yeah, right.

The Doctor sighs and gives her a sideways look.

DOCTOR
Where’s your sense of imagination, Tegan?

TEGAN
Just because I can’t get worked up about a load crumbling brickwork?

DOCTOR
Tegan, Tegan, Tegan. Not that long ago, every single one of London’s sea-borne imports would have been unloaded at the wharves like the one the TARDIS landed in...

KAMELION
Doctor.

DOCTOR
...and then reloaded in here. Your economy depended on it before and during the collapse of the empire...

Kamelion speaks more firmly.

KAMELION
Doctor.

The Doctor and Tegan finally turn to look at him. In the entrance stands Archer and Calder, guns at the ready. The Doctor and Tegan raise their hands. Kamelion glances at them, then follows suit. Archer speaks in a frostily polite tone.

ARCHER
May I help you people?

TEGAN
Why isn’t anyone ever pleased to see us?

The Doctor smiles disarmingly.

DOCTOR
Ah, yes, I’m so sorry about this. The doors weren’t locked.

ARCHER
So you just strolled in?

DOCTOR
As is our want. May we...?

Archer nods. They lower their hands.

ARCHER
I am Colonel David Archer of the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce. Who are you?

Laird enters, stopping as she stops them.

LAIRD
What’s going on, Colonel?

Archer doesn’t take his eyes – or his gun - off the Doctor.

ARCHER
Precisely what I am trying to find out. What are you three doing here?

DOCTOR
You really wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

ARCHER
Try me.

The Doctor shrugs.

DOCTOR
I just suspect that this warehouse is the termination point for a time corridor most likely operated by alien beings for purposes unknown. But the classic military mind is unlikely to accept that explanation.

CALDER
Time corridors? Alien beings?

DOCTOR
What did I tell you.

KAMELION
The entrance to the time corridor is on the level below, somewhere.

LAIRD
They’re not with the builders?

TEGAN
Builders?

LAIRD
Thought not.

ARCHER
Are you from the press?

DOCTOR
No. Like I said, we’re investigating this place. You may have heard of me – I’m UNIT’s unpaid scientific advisor and these are my assistants, Tegan Jovanka and... well, we call him Kamelion.

LAIRD
Is that some sort of joke?

DOCTOR
Certainly not!

LAIRD
I am UNIT’s scientific advisor. Professor Annie Laird.

DOCTOR
That is as may be, but I am Doctor John Smith. The Doctor John Smith.

Laird’s eyes widen. She speaks cautiously.

LAIRD
You don’t look anything like the photograph.

The Doctor approaches her slowly, speaking with the same caution.

DOCTOR
It obviously wasn’t my best side.

ARCHER
What are you talking about? Professor Laird has been advisor for UNIT for years!

DOCTOR
There’s a way to prove what I’m saying is the truth.

ARCHER
Of course there is. Sergeant, get onto HQ and run a check on this man’s identity.

CALDER
Sir.

Calder nods and leaves.

DOCTOR
Well, that wasn’t what I was thinking of, but...

ARCHER
If you are part of UNIT, why weren’t we informed of your presence?

LAIRD
We weren’t informed about the builders either, Colonel.

ARCHER
That doesn’t confirm or deny his identity, Professor. Why didn’t they reveal themselves at once if there was nothing to hide?

TEGAN
I could ask you the same question.

DOCTOR
There is another, very simple way – and if the Professor knows who I claim to be, she’ll know what to look for.

Archer glances at Laird. She’s still confused.

TEGAN
I hope you know where you’re going with this, Doctor...

DOCTOR
Brave heart, Tegan.


40. MODEL SHOT

The battle cruiser is now parked next to the space station.


41. INT. CASSIUS FOUR AIRLOCK (NIGHT)

An open chamber with corridors leading away. A large doorway is half-covered by a black grey shield which has dropped down half-way to block the doorway but not seal it. A number of crewmembers are present, either trying to haul the hatch down or setting up boxes as shelter. Mercer and Phin run into view, followed by Zena.

MERCER
The cruiser’s docked! Get that shield down!

ZENA
They haven’t fixed the door malfunction...

MERCER
Then we’ll use brute force! Come on!

They all rush over to the door and haul down on it, dragging towards the floor.


42. INT. CASSIUS FOUR BRIDGE (NIGHT)

This is shown on the main screen. Doran slides a card into a slot next to a box on the console. He presses a sequence of buttons with intense care. There is a clicking noise and the box slides open to reveal a red button beneath the safety catch.

OSBORN
Our very survival depends on that duranium shield. Comforting thought, isn’t it?

STYLES
How long until they get into the airlock?

OSBORN
If we’re lucky, I don’t know... three minutes? Mercer was right. We better break out the battle kits.

Osborn hurries over to the open hatch and starts handing out the contents to the other guards. Styles concentrates on Doran.

STYLES
What are you doing?

DORAN
If we’re boarded, then this switch will destroy the prisoner.

STYLES
What good will that do?

Doran looks at her, sneering.

DORAN
What do you think they’re here for?


43. INT. CASSIUS FOUR AIRLOCK (NIGHT)

The group finally manage to close the door. They are all out of breath.

ZENA
Now what?

MERCER
Phin, you’re the engineer. Help me. The rest of you, get under cover.

Phin and Mercer head for a groove between two floor panels not very far from the closed airlock. Mercer puts down two of the explosives on the floor. Phin pulls out a small hand-held control and begins adjusting it.

PHIN
I’m not dressed for battle, Roylan.

MERCER
None of us are. But it’s too late to do anything about it now.

OSBORN
Not even an ‘I told you so’?

MERCER
When we’ve gotten out of this alive, trust me, you won’t hear the end of it.

Phin chuckles, reassured.


44. INT. WAREHOUSE – UPPER LEVEL (DAY)

Laird is studying the bullet Kamelion has handed over.

LAIRD
You found this outside?

KAMELION
Yes. In the alcove two doors down in the direction of the river.

Laird sniffs it.

LAIRD
Recently fired.

ARCHER
You still haven’t said why were you trying to open the loading doors?

DOCTOR
I wanted to get a clear view of the street. The windows aren’t very clean.

ARCHER
Why not go through the front door?

The Doctor doesn’t reply. Tegan glances at him.

TEGAN
Doctor?

DOCTOR
I think we’re not alone here.

LAIRD
You mean the builders?

DOCTOR
No. Well, I don’t think so. I don’t know what happened to those builders of yours. Maybe they were sucked up the time corridor, I don’t know. But I am certain that whoever constructed it left some kind of guard to watch over it...

Calder re-enters. Galloway and another soldier enter, rifles slung over their shoulders.

ARCHER
Calder?

CALDER
The R/T won’t work, sir, we can’t get through to UNIT HQ. Heavy static – even on that old trannie radio we found.

DOCTOR
It’s a side effect of the time corridor. It probably covers the docklands.

ARCHER
Be quiet!

DOCTOR
Sorry.

Archer glares at him.

ARCHER
As we haven’t been able to verify or discredit your identity...

DOCTOR
There is another way.

ARCHER
So you said.

LAIRD
Colonel, did you notice a police telephone box around when we arrived?

Archer stares at her, taken aback at this left-field idea.

ARCHER
What? No! Not at all.

DOCTOR
That doesn’t mean a thing. There’s one now, at the wharf at the end of the street.

ARCHER
And that is supposed to prove his identity?

Laird looks at the Doctor doubtfully.

LAIRD
If he is who he says he is, then it might.

ARCHER
Very well. Mellor, head down the street. If there is a police box then head to the nearest pay phone and confirm with the police. Then come back.

MELLOR
Sir.

He turns and leaves.

TEGAN
If you think the time corridor isn’t real, why are you here, anyway?

DOCTOR
UNIT has a lot of specialized equipment, Tegan. A time corridor smashing into a 1984 warehouse was bound to be detected, even if they had no idea what it was.

Archer and Laird exchange looks. Laird shrugs.

LAIRD
You might as well tell them, Colonel. They’ve guessed most of it already.


45. INT. TARDIS ROOM – TURLOUGH’S ROOM (NIGHT)

Turlough groans and opens his eyes. He looks around, sounding weak.

TURLOUGH
Norna? Doctor?

Wincing, he manages to sit up in bed, rubbing his head.

TURLOUGH
Doctor? Tegan? Where have they got to now?


46. INT. CASSIUS FOUR BRIDGE (NIGHT)

Everyone looks up at the screen, anxious. Doran looks at the others.

DORAN
Osborn, Styles, head down to the cryogenics unit and make sure all the explosive charges are primed. I want to know this will work.

STYLES
We should stay here.

DORAN
Why? What have you got to lose?

Styles can’t think of an argument. She scowls and turns with Osborn to the exit. Doran turns to look up at the screen once more.


47. INT. CASSIUS FOUR CORRIDORS (NIGHT)

Styles and Osborn run around a corner at top speed.


48. INT. FLIGHT DECK (NIGHT)

As before. All the troopers present are heading for the doorway.

LYTTON
On my order, blow the airlock and attack.

GROGAN
Commander.

Kiston enters, barring their way. All bar Lytton back off, but all stop their advance.

KISTON
The Supreme demands your presence, Commander Lytton.

LYTTON
We are about to carry out the attack! This isn’t the time for a committee meeting!

KISTON
You will obey our masters. You will obey.

Lytton glances around him. The troopers are all staring at him with dead eyes. Lytton suddenly gives a lazy smile. Kiston is ever-so-slightly disconcerted.

LYTTON
Well now, all they have to do is ask.

Lytton strides off.

LYTTON
Continue the attack while I’m gone!


49. EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT (DAY)

Mellor is moving through the streets. He brightens as he spots a phone box on the corner and hurries over to it. Fumbling in his pocket, he produces a coin. He enters the box, slides in a coin and lifts the receiver. He blinks, holding the receiver to his ear – nothing. Not even a dial tone. Silence. Mellor taps the cradle, but there is nothing. Angrily, he slams down the receiver... and notices for the first time the cord has been cut through. Mellor rolls his eyes.

MELLOR
Typical! Typical, bloody vandals...

With a growl of annoyance he emerges from the booth. He starts as he registers the presence of the two policemen down the street, having appeared from nowhere. They stare impassively down the street, as if he is invisible. Mellor is still relieved.

MELLOR
Ah, that’s lucky. Eh, lads, do you know anything about the police box down the road? I mean, has that been there long? Stupid place to put it but...

He trails off. They still don’t seemed to have noticed him.

MELLOR
Hello?

The continue to stand rigidly to attention, hands behind their backs, like waxwork dummies. Mellor, confused waves a hand in front of their eyes. Nothing. He snaps his fingers rapidly. Nothing. Unnerved, he shakes and hurries past them towards the entrance to the warehouse. The policemen turn. One of them raises his handgun, fitted with a silencer and takes aim at the oblivious Mellor’s back. The policeman fires one shot.


50. INT. WAREHOUSE – UPPER LEVEL (DAY)

The Doctor and Tegan are sitting on some crates. Kamelion, Laird, Calder and the soldiers are standing around and Archer is pacing up and down.

ARCHER
Mellor’s taking his time.

DOCTOR
Maybe we could pop downstairs and have a cup of tea until he gets back?

ARCHER
No. Five people went missing who were working on that level, and you say a time corridor or something ends there. It’s off limits from now on.

TEGAN
So you believe us, then?

ARCHER
I don’t disbelieve you. UNIT doesn’t need troops with closed minds.

The Doctor smiles, delighted.

DOCTOR
I wanted that to be the company motto, but they never took it up.

Calder rolls his eyes.

CALDER
I wonder why.

LAIRD
If you are the Doctor, why are you here, now?

DOCTOR
My... instruments detected the time corridor. From what I can tell, it’s a particularly crude form of travel – linking two fixed points in different times and spaces. One end is here, 1984 London. The other is, well, who knows where? The point is, I don’t believe the people who constructed the corridor were aiming for this warehouse.

ARCHER
What were they aiming for?

DOCTOR
I’m not sure they were aiming for anything. They opened their end and it was pure chance that the other opened here. The question is what they intend to do now they have effectively free passage from their own era into twentieth century Earth.

KAMELION
Could be some kind of invasion attempt?

LAIRD
How could it if they didn’t intend to come here? Sounds more like an escape attempt.

KAMELION
But now that they have escaped, could they be attempting to invade?

TEGAN
By killing builders?

DOCTOR
No, no, no, no. We’re going about this the wrong way. We need to know more about the people who built this. And the best way to do that is find whoever was ordered to watch over this warehouse.

ARCHER
But we don’t know who that is, so we’re back to square one.


51. INT. RECEPTION AREA (NIGHT)

Relaxed, Lytton moves through the area. He crosses to a corridor directly opposite the time corridor terminal. It ends in a closed door. He places his hand on a glowing blue square beside the door. The door slides back. Lytton enters.


52. INT. QUARANTINE CHAMBER (NIGHT)

A redressed version of the flight deck. It is dimmer, lit by reds and there is a familiar electronic heartbeat noise in the background. Lytton enters and the door slides closed. Lytton stands with his hands behind his back, legs apart.

LYTTON
You wished to speak with me.

SUPREME DALEK (VO)
THE HOSTILES ARE STILL AT LIBERTY! THEY MUST BE EXTERMINATED!

LYTTON
The stratagem will be completed.

SUPREME DALEK (VO)
IF YOU FAIL, YOU WILL EXTERMINATED!

Lytton is unimpressed.

LYTTON
So you keep saying.


53. EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT (DAY)

Mellor lies on his side on the ground. Blood trickles from his open mouth. He is quite, quite dead. Standing over him is the policeman that fired, still holding the gun. We pan across to see that a man identical in every respect to Mellor – except being very much alive – is also standing there. He nods to the policeman and walks towards the building. The remaining policeman takes out a yellow control similar to the one Lytton used. He slides it and the corpse of the real Mellor fades away in a ruby glow. The fake Mellor strides into the warehouse. The policeman pockets the yellow control and marches towards the open doorway.


54. INT. WAREHOUSE ENTRANCE (DAY)

‘Mellor’ runs up the steps towards the upper level.


55. INT. WAREHOUSE – UPPER LEVEL (DAY)

As before. Everyone is milling about.

LAIRD
Perhaps we should get out of here, Colonel. If there is some kind of danger...

ARCHER
We’ll wait for Mellor to return. We’re a level up from the builders with at least three escape routes and we know something’s up. Until we find out for sure who that man is we’re not risking anything. Understood, Professor?

Laird sighs and nods.

LAIRD
Understood, sir.

Sitting on the crate, Tegan wrinkles her nose. The Doctor is still trying to shift the doors. Kamelion is staring at the grubby window beside it.

TEGAN
That smell is getting worse. It’s like rising damp...

DOCTOR
Probably is. The rain is seeping through the old brickwork.

TEGAN
Do you think getting Kamelion to turn into the Brigadier would help?

DOCTOR
Maybe. But we’d have to find an excuse for Kamelion to leave and then come up for an excuse for a retired maths master suddenly coming to our aid from the other side of the country. By that time their friend will probably be back and...

KAMELION
They are coming.

The other two look at Kamelion in surprise.

DOCTOR
Who? Kamelion, who are you talking about?

‘Mellor’ enters. They all look up.

ARCHER
Ah, Mellor, any luck?

MELLOR
None sir. There is no police box anywhere and never has been.

Archer turns angrily to face the Doctor. Behind him, Mellor draws his pistol.

ARCHER
As I thought...

DOCTOR
Behind you! Get down!

Archer glances behind him as ‘Mellor’ aims the gun at his head. Archer ducks as Mellor fires. Laird screams and everyone scatters. Calder whirls as the bullet digs into the wall beside his head.

CALDER
Mellor, what the hell are you doing?

‘Mellor’ aims the gun at him when the Doctor shoulder charges him, sending him reeling and his shot wild. Tegan and Kamelion rush over to the Doctor as ‘Mellor’ whirls and knocks him over. ‘Mellor’ moves to shoot the Doctor as Calder raises his gun.

CALDER
You two, down!

Kamelion and Tegan duck. ‘Mellor’ whirls back to face Calder as he fires a round of machine gun fire. ‘Mellor’ is slammed against a column with the force, but shows no real sign of injury. In the confusion, the time travellers run down it as ‘Mellor’ straightens up, unharmed and aims the gun at Calder, who, amazed, fires another round. ‘Mellor’ staggers, but the holes in his uniform simply fix themselves. Smiling, he takes aim as Calder empties his gun uselessly...


56. INT. WAREHOUSE ENTRANCE (DAY)

Tegan and Kamelion run down the stairs, followed by the Doctor.

TEGAN
What about the others?

DOCTOR
Archer has numbers on his side, let’s just hope...

KAMELION
Doctor!

The doors are wrenched open by the policeman, who reaches immediately for his gun. Kamelion kicks him in the stomach, causing him to stagger back.

DOCTOR
RUN!

They ran back through the doorway into the lower level. The policeman regains his balance and fires a shot at Kamelion – blasting into the stone of the doorway. Kamelion runs though and slams the door. The policeman fires again.


76. INT. WAREHOUSE – LOWER LEVEL (DAY)

They move out of the firing line as bullets punch through the door. The machine gun fire can still be heard. The Doctor, Tegan and Kamelion run around a corner and move away from the entrance.

DOCTOR
They’ve got the stairs covered. Kamelion, could you run past him for the TARDIS and pilot it here?

KAMELION
Interference from the time corridor makes that maneuver dangerous, Doctor.

DOCTOR
No, you’ve got a point... Perhaps you can just run for help? That phone box we saw...

TEGAN
Help wouldn’t get here in time, we need a way out!

DOCTOR
Yes, you’re right, Tegan. Let’s try this way.

They move on past the foreman’s office and turn another corner. In front of them is a wall, filling the archway and blocking off further escape.

TEGAN
There’s no way out. It’s a dead end!

DOCTOR
It can’t be...

The Doctor steps forward and runs his hands over the wall.

DOCTOR
There should be another six metres of space. And it’s new... But why would the builders wall it up?

TEGAN
Who cares, we’ve got to get out of here!

KAMELION
The Colonel is holding the attackers at bay.

TEGAN
For how long, though?

KAMELION
I do not have that information, Miss Jovanka.

DOCTOR
Of course! This isn’t a real wall – just a partition!

The Doctor moves to the archway and opens a segment of brick to reveal a control.

DOCTOR
Someone wants to keep this area off limits.

KAMELION
Maybe that is wise, Doctor.

TEGAN
He’s right, we don’t know what’s on the other side.

DOCTOR
You’d rather face those killers?

He twists the control. There is a whirring noise and wall slides upwards.

DOCTOR
Quickly, let’s...

He trails off as the wall rises enough to reveal a DALEK standing behind it. There are four or five other Daleks behind it, deactivated and lifeless. More importantly, the Dalek in front is alive and angry. As it spots the trio it begins to scream:

DALEK
EXTERMINATE!

DOCTOR
Take cover!

He, Tegan and Kamelion scramble back as the Dalek glides past the doorway.

DALEK
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!!!!!

(END OF PART ONE)

(ROLL END CREDITS)

Warhead of the Daleks 1 (c)

25. MODEL SHOT

The battle cruiser is approaching the ship. It fires a volley of thin red beams at one side of the space station. There is an explosion that clears to show a jagged hole in the hull. Gas and steam are sucked out.

26. INT. CASSIUS FOUR BRIDGE (NIGHT)

Everyone is flung to the floor. The lights flicker, go out and then turn dark red. More alarms go off and a sinister breeze washes through the chamber. A control panel bursts into flames and two crewmembers desperately try to put out the fire.

PHIN
We’ve been hit!

MERCER
You don’t say!

Mercer and Phin scramble for the controls. Osborn stares at the display.

OSBORN
Aft section’s been breached!

MERCER
Osborn! Engage the emergency shutters before we depressurize completely! Seal off the damaged area!

OSBORN
But that could trap some of people – they’d die!

MERCER
We’ll all die if we don’t!

He punches down some controls. The room stops shaking and the red lights brighten as a couple of alarms shut down. Osborn grabs her headphones.

MERCER
What’s happening, Osborn?

No reply. Mercer’s terror turns to anger.

MERCER
WHAT’S HAPPENING?

Shakily, Osborn tries to repeat what she can hear.

OSBORN
Engineering reports... engineering reports extensive damage to the generating plant. We barely have enough power for the emergency lighting.

MERCER
Phin, get whatever’s left of the external sensors back on line! Osborn, get the laser canon aimed on that cruiser and give it all we’ve got.

Osborn doesn’t move.

MERCER
I SAID OPEN FIRE, OSBORN!

She snaps back at him equally furious.

OSBORN
AND I SAID WE DON’T HAVE THE POWER! The generating plant was damaged – we can’t fire the laser cannons, we’d lose all the power we’ve got, including life support!

Mercer looks sick.

MERCER
So we’re defenseless.

PHIN
Uh, is it a good time to mention the cruiser’s closing in on us?

Osborn and Mercer glare at him.

PHIN
Thought not.

27. INT. TARDIS ROOM – TURLOUGH’S ROOM (NIGHT)

As per the one in TERMINUS. Most of the possessions belonging to Adric are missing. There is an easel with a painting on it in the corner. Turlough lies in bed still unconscious. Kamelion is packing a medical kit professionally. Tegan watches on, anxious.

TEGAN
You’re sure he’ll be all right?

KAMELION
The concussion is minor. I have provided a sedative which will allow him to recover.

TEGAN
Sorry we didn’t come and check on you.

Kamelion looks up, mildly confused.

KAMELION
Miss Jovanka?

TEGAN
When the Gravis tore the TARDIS apart. Anything could have happened to you. We didn’t even check. I’m sorry.

KAMELION
You feel sorry for a mere machine?

TEGAN
I thought you were supposed to be the aristocrat of all automatons.

KAMELION
I am whatever my master wishes to be.

Tegan scowls. He’s making her uncomfortable.

KAMELION
You are upset and frustrated. You are no longer enjoying this.

TEGAN
You’ve killed the mood all right.

KAMELION
No. I mean this life. Travelling in the TARDIS.

TEGAN
Maybe it’s just your company, Kamelion.

Kamelion, not sounding offended, turns for the door.

KAMELION
If that is so I will return to my quarters.

TEGAN
No, wait... Look, I’m just worried about the Doctor. He’s gone off on his own again. Stay here. I’ll go looking for him.

KAMELION
I think I should accompany you, Miss Jovanka.

TEGAN
How can you help?

KAMELION
While I prefer this form, I can assume others that may be useful. I am also quicker and stronger than a mere human. Besides, with two of us we increase the chance of finding the Doctor more quickly.

Tegan can’t fault his logic.

TEGAN
OK, then. Come on.

They leave.

28. EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT (DAY)

The Doctor walks the length of the street, clearly searching for the presence he felt watching him. As he passes the doors he looks up at the walkway, then pulls open the doors and slips inside, gently closing the doors behind him. We pan up the street. The policemen are there, watching.

29. INT. WAREHOUSE ENTRANCE (DAY)

A gloomy section. There are discarded wooden packing cases stacked up against the walls. Papers and lengths of wood litter the floor. There are a few puddles and some light comes through a doorway opposite the entrance. There is a faint murmur of voices. The Doctor pauses by a rackety flight of steps leading up into the darkness. The Doctor takes off his hat, furls it, and stuffs it in his pocket. He moves forward, resting his hand on the bannister. He pulls back his hand, and then looks up the steps, then at the light.

DOCTOR
Decisions...

He takes out a coin, flips it, catches it and peers at it. Then, making sure he doesn’t see, he reverses it so it gives the result he wanted. He turns and hurries up the steps as quietly as he can.

30. EXT. DOCKLANDS (DAY)

It is approaching dusk. The door to the TARDIS swings open and Tegan and Kamelion emerge.

TEGAN
Back on Earth again. London, too.

She rubs her bare arm, cold. She reaches out and closes the TARDIS door. Kamelion is looking out at the Thames.

TEGAN
I don’t know how I cope. I mean, just a few minutes ago, we were in a place where Earth was gone forever, where there was no life at all. Just a small colony on a distant planet. All alone...

KAMELION
That destiny is billions of years in the future, Miss Jovanka. Your world of the twentieth century still exists as you remember.

TEGAN
I know. But I’ve seen it end... I’ve seen it begin. Is anyone really built for that?

She drifts off into thought. Kamelion turns to look at the warehouses.

KAMELION
Would you like to continue this conversation, Miss Jovanka?

TEGAN
Hmm? Oh, er, no thanks.

KAMELION
Then we should continue. From the information you have given me, I deduce that the Doctor will head in that direction towards the terminal of the time corridor.

They head towards the warehouses.

TEGAN
Kamelion?

KAMELION
Yes, Miss Jovanka.

TEGAN
You’ve never wanted to come with us before. Why now?

KAMELION
I feel... I believe that this time is different.

Tegan tenses, and stops walking. Kamelion notices and stops.

TEGAN
Why is that?

Kamelion stares at her.

KAMELION
I can hear it.

Tegan whispers too, unnerved.

TEGAN
Hear what?

Kamelion looks up at the sky, his expression almost haunted. He whispers.

KAMELION
It’s getting dark.

A beat. Tegan looks around. The only noise is the breeze.

TEGAN
Well, if you’ve finished spouting nonsense, we’ve got to find the Doctor.

She heads off, muttering irritably to herself.

TEGAN
How can you hear night fall, anyway? Stupid bald puppet...

Kamelion watches her go, then turns and follows her. The breeze continues. Moments later the two policemen emerge from a doorway. They have obviously seen the whole thing.

31. INT. WAREHOUSE – UPPER LEVEL (DAY)

A long, deserted section with brick partitions and thick concrete columns supporting the ceiling. This and the gloom makes it difficult to see far in any direction. There are hemispherical windows at the far end, but grubby and dark. There is rubbish scattered around, including a rusting crowbar. The Doctor is present.

Picking up the crowbar, he holds it out in front of him – but not as a weapon. Carefully he moves through the area, prodding the air in front of him with the blunt end of the bar. He circles a column, then approaches the middle of the area. He very carefully prods the air in front of him. Nothing happens. The Doctor is surprised. He prods the floor. A look of weary realization crosses his face.

DOCTOR
Of course. Wrong floor.

32. INT. WAREHOUSE - LOWER LEVEL (DAY)

Two of the soldiers are still dealing with the boxes of equipment. Archer crosses to the disused foreman’s office. There are several trestle tables, a kettle, an abandoned game of cards, etc. All from the builders who fled in panic. Calder is righting a stool.

ARCHER
Well, Sergeant?

CALDER
No sign, sir. Like the Marie Celeste.

ARCHER
So who were they?

CALDER
Group of builders, I think. The Prof has a better idea.

Laird gently closes an abandoned lunchbox, her expression grave. Archer approaches.

ARCHER
Professor?

LAIRD
Judging by the time sheets, they were sub-contractor converting the warehouse into a block of flats. This was first on site inspection. By the look of things they were half way through lunch when whatever happened... happened.

The Colonel looks around, thinking.

ARCHER
No sign of bodies, gun fire, no violence. But they clearly left in a hurry.

CALDER
Looks like, sir. But they must have closed the doors behind them.

LAIRD
If they were in that much of a hurry, why bother?

ARCHER
Maybe they were trying to keep something in. In any case we should have been told about this. Sergeant Calder, radio UNIT. I want a full rundown of whoever they were and what precisely they were doing – and why intelligence neglected to mention we were heading for a work site.

CALDER
Sir.

Calder heads over to the others.

ARCHER
Right, Professor, help the lads unpack and set up your equipment.

LAIRD
Yes, Colonel.

She turns and leaves. Archer notes some loose change on the table, and nicks it. He thinks again and grimly returns it with a sigh.

ARCHER
What happened here?

33. MODEL SHOT

The cruiser heads straight for Cassius Four.

34. INT. CASSIUS FOUR BRIDGE (NIGHT)

Mercer runs over to a wall panel, pulls out a card from his uniform pocket and slides it into the lock. Phin and Osborn follow.

PHIN
Roylan, this is stupid. We should surrender!

MERCER
They’ll wipe us out anyway.

PHIN
Maybe not.

OSBORN
Why would anyone else want the prisoner? You said they were extinct!

PHIN
They are!

OSBORN
But that’s one of their ships, isn’t it? Isn’t it?

PHIN
Yes. But how can we fight them? The deflector shield’s gone, we have no weaponry and one of the airlocks is wide open for them!

Mercer bangs the panel and forces it open with his bare hands. It contains a heap of small hand-blasters and squared-off explosives.

MERCER
The armory’s in a decent enough state.

OSBORN
Wave those things around and we’ll all be viable targets!

MERCER
Either help me or get some more of the surveillance systems back on line, Osborn!

The door opens. Doran enters, along with Styles and Zena. They are both grubby and Styles has several streaks of blood (not hers) on her jacket.

DORAN
Mercer! What the hell is going on?

MERCER
We’re under attack, what do you think?

DORAN
I think over half the crew is now dead!

PHIN
Half?!

ZENA
Everyone who wasn’t on duty was in the recreation centre.

Osborn sighs.

OSBORN
And the entire section was sealed off after it was hit.

Doran crosses to a screen on the far wall showing a fuzzy-out-of-focus view of the cruiser.

MERCER
Do you recognize the design, sir?

PHIN
It’s a...

DORAN
It’s one of their battle cruisers all right. And it’s about to dock. Are all the airlocks sealed?

PHIN
Three.

DORAN
Then that’s the one they’ll aim for. Get the maintenance crew and whoever else is left down there – block the corridor with everything they can.

STYLES
That will just mean more slaughter!

OSBORN
Doctor Styles is right! We should surrender!

DORAN
They don’t accept surrender as anything other than a signal to open fire. We need to buy time to set up our trump card.

MERCER
Which is?

Doran grins and holds up a swipe card similar to the one Mercer used.

DORAN
This!

35. EXT. WAREHOUSE (DAY)

Not far from the entrance to the warehouse. Tegan and Kamelion emerge from the shadows.

TEGAN
Back in the light again. The dark wasn’t too scary for you, Kamelion?

KAMELION
I am incapable of apprehension, Miss Jovanka, unless...

TEGAN
...unless your disguise is? Maybe that body is scared of the dark?

Kamelion does not reply. Tegan shrugs.

TEGAN
Still no sign of the Doctor. Or anyone, come to that.

KAMELION
The TARDIS data systems have mapped the pattern of the time corridor coordinates onto the landscape. The point of the termination should be somewhere in this vicinity.

TEGAN
If you knew that, why didn’t we come straight here?

KAMELION
The Doctor will not necessarily have come directly here. It is possible he would have been returning to the TARDIS. This way, we know we have not missed him.

TEGAN
We haven’t missed anyone. This place is deserted.

Kamelion pauses by the alcove where the tramp was shot.

KAMELION
Isolation makes you uneasy, Miss Jovanka?

TEGAN
I didn’t want to be an air stewardess to keep to myself. I hate it.

Kamelion crouches by the alcove and runs a hand over the floor.

KAMELION
Hate what?

TEGAN
Feeling alone. Don’t you ever get that feeling?

Kamelion doesn’t look at her.

KAMELION
Oh, no, Miss Jovanka. That’s the one feeling I never get.

Tegan looks up at the sudden, bitter note in Kamelion’s otherwise emotionless voice.

TEGAN
What is it? What’s wrong?

Kamelion rises and holds out a hand. In it is a shiny metal shape.

KAMELION
Projectile bullets, judging by the chemical residue of gunpowder, fired within the last thirteen hours.

TEGAN
Well, that’s hardly alien. Probably some gangsters shooting at each other when the police aren’t around. On second thoughts, being lonely here might be safer.

Kamelion studies the bullets.

KAMELION
It is possible that it is connected to the time corridor.

TEGAN
How? No 1980s gangsters are going to have time technology, it would have to be aliens.

KAMELION
Correct. However, the aliens may be ensuring that stay undetected by using contemporary weaponry so as not to alert anyone as to their presence.

Tegan heads over towards the double doors.

TEGAN
Well, one bullet does not mean they are hostile.

KAMELION
This bullet killed someone.

Tegan freezes.

TEGAN
How do you know?

KAMELION
I know many things.

Tegan turns to face him, angrily.

TEGAN
Kamelion...

KAMELION
This bullet still has traces of human blood, type designated O Positive. The impact dent in the doorway suggests it was fired at someone hiding there. If they were, it is highly likely the bullet penetrated their heart.

TEGAN
But there’s no blood.

KAMELION
There is blood. But not a noticeable amount.

TEGAN
Well, people tend to bleed a bit when they’re shot through the heart.

KAMELION
The body has been moved.

TEGAN
You don’t say. Still no blood stains.

KAMELION
We are close to the terminal of the time corridor. It would be possible to temporarily extrude the terminal – and thus remove the body without leaving evidence.

TEGAN
Except the bullet.

KAMELION
You are the only human we know who is aware of the time corridor and your immediate reaction was to believe the bullet was down to normal human activity. A contemporaneous human would no doubt believe likewise.

TEGAN
So someone was shot and then their body was taken away by the time corridor.

KAMELION
It seems so.

TEGAN
So whoever’s running the corridor isn’t friendly and doesn’t want witnesses.

KAMELION
They will be disappointed.

Tegan rounds on him, upset.

TEGAN
Kamelion, if they just shoot people without warning, then the Doctor...

KAMELION
The Doctor is still alive. His mental signature is within the building.

TEGAN
Why didn’t you mention it earlier?

KAMELION
You did not ask. Shall we go to him?

TEGAN
Why not? It’s probably warmer inside, anyway.

They cross to the warehouse doors. Kamelion pulls them open with ease. He steps back to allow Tegan to enter. She doesn’t move.

TEGAN
No, you first.

Kamelion enters obediently. Tegan cautiously follows. We pan back. There is a policeman at the far end of the street, watching silently. The other one is at the other end of the street. They silently converge on the doors.

36. INT. WAREHOUSE ENTRANCE (DAY)

They enter and look around.

TEGAN
Any idea where the Doctor is?

KAMELION
He is nearby. Most likely up that staircase.

TEGAN
‘Right back’, he says...

They climb the stairs. Kamelion glances behind him at the open doorway. Nothing. He continues up the steps after Tegan.

37. INT. WAREHOUSE – UPPER LEVEL (DAY)

The Doctor crouches by one of the windows, trying to clean it with a handkerchief. He mutters under his breath.

DOCTOR
There must be some way out onto that walkway... perhaps on the other side...

There is the loud creak of the door opening. The Doctor snatches up the crowbar, thinks again and is about to put it down when he hears footsteps. He ducks behind a column and listens intently. Tegan and Kamelion enter. They whisper.

TEGAN
Still no sign of him.

KAMELION
He’s here. I know it.

TEGAN
And you know many things, I heard. Doctor?

DOCTOR
Behind you.

They whirl around – Kamelion is slower, because he isn’t that surprised. Tegan is relieved and sighs.

TEGAN
There you are.

DOCTOR
I told you to stay in the TARDIS with Turlough.

KAMELION
He will recover.

DOCTOR
I hope so, Kamelion. I hope so.

TEGAN
Have you found the time corridor yet?

DOCTOR
It’s on the ground floor.

TEGAN
How can you tell?

DOCTOR
I am a Time Lord, and as such, sensitive to disturbances in the time field.

TEGAN
How sensitive?

The Doctor grimaces and steps towards them.

DOCTOR
Painfully sensitive. It’s like stinging nettles on the back of my hands. Last time I encountered something like this, there were Daleks as well.

TEGAN
Daleks? What are...

Kamelion quickly interrupts her.

KAMELION
Is that why you are showing such caution?

DOCTOR
Not entirely. You see, we’re not alone here.

38. INT. WAREHOUSE – LOWER LEVEL (DAY)

Calder is finishing setting up the R/T. He switches it on and there is a loud crackling. He frowns and switches it off. Archer approaches the doorway to the entrance.

ARCHER
Calder? Did you hear that?

Calder grins sheepishly.

CALDER
Sorry sir. The set’s playing up.

ARCHER
No, not that. I thought I heard voices.

The other soldiers and Laird look up. Archer holds up a hand to indicate silence. A pause. There is only the sound of the breeze.

CALDER
I can’t hear anything, sir.

ARCHER
No. Maybe the builders are just upstairs. The rest of you, stay here. Calder, with me.

Archer unholsters his gun and leaves. Pausing only to collect a machine gun, Calder heads after him. Laird turns to one of the soldiers, GALLOWAY, anxious.

LAIRD
I think we should have investigated the Glastonbury Sightings instead.

He chuckles.

GALLOWAY
You get that feeling?

to be continued...

Warhead of the Daleks 1 (b)

10. INT. TARDIS CONTROL ROOM (NIGHT)

Turlough is now lying in the recovery position, the Doctor checks his pulse.

DOCTOR
He’s alive. He should be all right. Get Kamelion to find the medical kit.

The Doctor rises and crosses to the console. Tegan stays where she is.

TEGAN
Kamelion? We don’t even know if he’s still on board after Frontios...

DOCTOR
Then this is your chance to find out!

TEGAN
Why? Where are you going?

DOCTOR
Tegan, someone or something has punched two holes through the fabric of the space-time continuum and scorched a corridor between them. Not the sort of thing you’d expect to find on twentieth century Earth.

Tegan’s voice is surprisingly bleak.

TEGAN
Earth?

The Doctor speaks brightly, missing her distress.

DOCTOR
Yes, home again. 1984 I think, but the instruments are still slightly out of synch.

The Doctor thumps the console with his fist.

DOCTOR
Turbulence... Right, I’ll be off. You stay here until I return.

He opens the doors and crosses to them.

TEGAN
But what are you going to do?

DOCTOR
I want to find out what all this about, now for the last time, Tegan, stay here!

He strides out. Tegan scowls and closes the doors.

TEGAN
I’m getting sick of this...

She crosses over to Turlough and starts to tend to him.

11. EXT. DOCKLANDS (DAY)

There is no sign of the policemen. The Doctor steps from the TARDIS and looks around, taking his hat from his pocket and unfurling it.

DOCTOR
The River Thames... and the Tower Bridge just upriver... we’re on the South Bank.

He winces and scratches the back of his hands. Frowning, he puts on his hat and starts to walk away. His footsteps are soon lost in the sound of the breeze.

12. INT. TARDIS ROOM – KAMELION’S ROOM (NIGHT)

An otherwise empty room in the TARDIS. It contains only a Louis XIV chair and an occasional table on which lies a guitar. KAMELION, in his default silver android shape, sits in the chair, staring into space. There is a knock at the door. Kamelion turns his face to look at the doorway.

KAMELION
Yes, Miss Jovanka?

The door opens and Tegan enters cautiously.

TEGAN
Are you all right, Kamelion?

KAMELION
I am functioning within my specified parameters, if that is what you mean, Miss Jovanka. Is there any service I can perform for you?

TEGAN
Turlough’s hit his head. I need help to get him to bed. Do you know first aid?

KAMELION
I know many things, Miss Jovanka.

TEGAN
Well don’t just sit there, you great pile of nuts and bolts, do something.

KAMELION
Yes, Miss Jovanka.

He is enveloped for a moment in sparkles of silver light, shimmering before assuming a new form – a middle-aged man, short, stocky with muddy blonde hair. He wears casual clothes of the 1980s.

TEGAN
Who’s that supposed to be?

KAMELION
It is a new form I have been compiling from data in the TARDIS computers. Entirely original, even down to the vocal patterns.

TEGAN
At least you’re not copying me again.

KAMELION
You implied there was some urgency, Miss Jovanka?

Tegan still stares at him.

TEGAN
Yes. Come on.

She hurries off. Kamelion follows.

12. MODEL SHOT

A large, fearsome-looking space cruiser hangs in the void. Zoom in on it.

13. INT. FLIGHT DECK (NIGHT)

Similar is appearance to the reception area. A brightly glowing crystal sphere is mounted on a pedestal in the centre of the chamber. There are various items of equipment that troopers are working on. Lytton is now dressed similarly and is studying the sphere. It clears to show the stars outside. Grogan approaches.

LYTTON
Yes, Grogan?

GROGAN
The checklist is completed, Commander. All systems are functioning.

Lytton nods.

LYTTON
What about the time corridor?

GROGAN
All interference has been cleared and the androids have increased their patrol around the warehouse for any disturbances.

LYTTON
They are not to shoot first, is that understood?

GROGAN
Commander.

LYTTON
Very well. Prepare for transference. Power up the warp drive. Coordinates – 341 by 986, the orbit of the planet Cassius.

There is a background whir of engines. The troopers move quickly between controls. Lytton continues to stare into the crystalline sphere.

14. INT. CAPTAIN’S OFFICE (NIGHT)

A rather grubby room containing a bunk and a desk. Several crude artworks are propped up against the wall, and some strange electronic version of Baker Street plays from a console. CAPTAIN DORAN is leaning back in the chair, reading a clipboard-sized computer monitor, whistling along with the music. He is in his late thirties, with ragged blonde hair and mocking, brown eyes. There is a chiming noise. Doran looks up, picks up a bit of an engine part on the table and hurls it at the wall. There is a clang and the wall judders and slides up to reveal Mercer, who is startled at the sudden change.

DORAN
Ah, evening Lieutenant, er... Roylan Mercer, isn’t it?

MERCER
Yes sir.

DORAN
I thought you’d be in the recreation centre with the rest of the new intake.

MERCER
I swung by, but it wasn’t my idea of a good night.

DORAN
Oh, no. Don’t tell me Tarrant had started stripping the newbies naked and strapping them to the snooker table again, has he? It doesn’t matter how many statistics he shows you, it is not and never has been an initiation ceremony...

MERCER
Uh, no, sir.

DORAN
Well, you know what they say. 37% of all statistics are useless.

MERCER
Sir, I wanted to your permission to send a communication to Earth. If I may.

DORAN
On your first day? You forgot to say goodbye to someone?

MERCER
No.

DORAN
Well, what is it for?

MERCER
It’s personal, sir. You don’t need to know.

For the first time, Doran doesn’t seem entirely friendly.

DORAN
Act like a fool all you like, Mercer. But don’t treat me like one.

MERCER
All right. I want to contact the Prison Station Control Authority.

Doran smiles broadly.

DORAN
Well, you only had to say. Permission granted.

Mercer double takes, unable to believe this.

MERCER
Uh, I, er, thank you, sir.

Doran picks up his clipboard again.

DORAN
No worries, Mercer. Close the door on your way out, though, would you?

Still slightly dazed, Mercer nods and heads for the door. Doran doesn’t look up from his reading as he calls out.

DORAN
You want the Internal Investigations Core, it’s on frequency 434. Ask for Sonheim.

Mercer freezes.

MERCER
Styles told you, didn’t she?

DORAN
Styles and I don’t talk much, Mercer. You think I’m an idiot? You’re a new security officer, outside the system for the first time. Of course you’re going to try and follow the rule book. Even though the book is only useful when there are rules.

Mercer turns to face Doran.

MERCER
I don’t pretend to understand this game you’re playing, Captain, but I am going to contact Earth and you are going to replaced and this station pulled into order.

DORAN
I don’t doubt you’ll contact Earth. But I do doubt I will be replaced and I have no illusions this station will be ‘pulled into order’ as you put it.

MERCER
Why? Do you have blackmail on everyone in the empire?

Doran looks up, chuckling.

DORAN
Blackmail? Oh no. Just truth. If there’s a difference. Do you know why Cassius Four was converted into a prison, Lieutenant Mercer?

MERCER
Oddly enough, sir, yes I do.

DORAN
Your friend, what’s his name, Phin told you?

Mercer frowns.

MERCER
Yes. He always researches his assignments.

DORAN
Well?

MERCER
Some Empire prisoners managed to escape Dalek space and capture a mutant humanoid. They managed to rig up a cryogenic unit to put him in suspended animation so he couldn’t signal for help or try to escape. He taken to Earth, tried for crimes against all sentient life and he was condemned to be contained here – close enough to Earth so no one would be prepared to attack and far enough away so if they do attack, the home world will be threaten.

DORAN
And how long has the prisoner been frozen?

MERCER
A century?

DORAN
Ninety-three years, but close enough. How long before he’s defrosted?

MERCER
I don’t know.

DORAN
Neither do I. Mercer, this station won’t last forever. We can’t keep the prisoner frozen forever. And we weren’t meant to. He was supposed to be here for as long as the Last Dalek War – which ended within the month, if you’ll remember. But we kept on with the prisoner in cold storage for several reasons. First as a hostage to stop any further aggression. Secondly, in the hope he might break and reveal some useful information. And thirdly, and most importantly, it was too difficult to do anything else.

MERCER
Earth knows about the situation here?

DORAN
The Empire’s not doing too well. That blight on the outer colonies, the third consecutive recession, the Draconians’ sudden hypochondria about more space plagues... It’s too much trouble to fix Cassius Four or close it down. We’re left out here until things change. And it won’t. I’ve been here twelve years. Trust me on that.

Mercer snorts in disbelief.

MERCER
So this is all some big conspiracy?

DORAN
If it makes you feel better, you can look at it that way.

MERCER
And what about the last few security officers. If they were never going to challenge you, why did you have them killed?

DORAN
Killed? I didn’t kill them. Or, through inaction, allow them to come to harm.

MERCER
So it was just a happy accident that all these troublemakers died conveniently?

DORAN
A wise man defined life in the universe as a happy accident.

MERCER
Very philosophical, Captain, but I’m not giving up. So, what are you going to do with me then? Kill me?

DORAN
Oh no.

MERCER
Then what?

DORAN
I’m going to put your enthusiasm and skills to the best of all possible uses.

Mercer’s stern glare starts to crumble as Doran smiles happily up at him.

15. MODEL SHOT

The cruiser rotates and begins to move. It suddenly shifts, ripples and fades away. A smear of light continues moving before that two disperses entirely.

16. EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT (DAY)

We see an area in shadow due to the second story of the warehouses connect above the road, making a dark tunnel. The Doctor emerges into the daylight. He looks around, absently scratching the back of his hands. He pauses at the intersection of two roads, then turns and looks up at the doors to the warehouse.

DOCTOR
There.

The Doctor moves forward then stops. The noise of a van can be heard – shockingly loud in the silence. The Doctor retreats into the shadows. A large van turns the corner with a familiar UNIT emblem on the side. The Doctor sees it and smiles, but still keeps out of sight as the van pulls to a halt.

DOCTOR
UNIT...

The passenger door opens and COLONEL ARCHER, a fit, middle-aged man with greying hair and in uniform, emerges and crosses to the back of the van. He bangs on them with the palm of his hand, and SERGEANT CALDER, a portly, red faced and genial man emerges, followed by three younger SOLDIERS and PROFESSOR ANNIE LAIRD – a middle-aged bespectacled woman in a blue parka and dark trousers.

As the Doctor watches on, we zoom out to see the rusty iron catwalk high above them. Standing there, effectively invisible to those below (who aren’t even looking, after all) are the two policemen. They look down, expressionless and silent.

Calder is checking down things on a clipboard as the three soldiers carry boxes of equipment from the van into the warehouse. Laird helps. As the Doctor watches, Archer closes the van doors and waves to DRIVER of the van. It U-turns and drives off as Archer and Calder enter the warehouse. Calder closes the doors.

DOCTOR
Well, well, well... UNIT already investigating. How convenient. Or perhaps not.

The Doctor creeps up to the doors. He takes the rusty handles in his hands, then whips back as if burnt. He stares in pain at his hands – unmarked. Suddenly, his eyes widen and he whirls around, looking up at the walkway high above. It’s empty. The Doctor stares up at it, absently scratching his hands.

17. INT. CASSIUS FOUR BRIDGE (NIGHT)

A rather gloomy chamber lined with computer consoles and displays – most non-operational. Its not particularly tidy, and several other CREWMEMBERS are present, playing cards, reading or listening to music. It’s more like a student squat than the bridge of a space ship. Mercer sits in a chair, marking a clipboard with a pen. OSBORN, a young woman in a similar uniform enters, sipping from a tankard.

OSBORN
Hey.

Mercer glances up at her, smiles weakly, then looks down at his clipboard. Osborn leans forward. She is ever-so-slightly drunk and smiles at him.

OSBORN
How long’s your tour of duty?

Mercer is startled by her voice. And just how close she is.

MERCER
Oh, er, two years.

OSBORN
How long you been here?

MERCER
Two days.

OSBORN
And you’re already Officer of the Watch? The Captain usually lets the new arrivals settle in before forcing you into that tedium. How did you upset him?

Mercer shrugs, trying to make light of it.

MERCER
I complained.

Osborn cackles.

OSBORN
Someone shoulda warned you.

MERCER
They did.

OSBORN
Well, there ya go.

MERCER
I had every right!

A large, friendly-looking man, PHIN, approaches, very much relaxed. He slips an arm affectionately around Osborn and she giggles.

PHIN
Roylan letting his paranoia out for a walk again?

MERCER
You’ve adapted quickly, Phin.

OSBORN
You really should learn to lighten up, Roylan. Go with the flow.

MERCER
Go with the flow? I’m sitting in the command chair, in control of the entirety of Cassius Four and over thirty other people – and I still can’t change a damn thing.

OSBORN
Aw, poor little lieutenant. Young, idealistic, and frustrated.

PHIN
These things are not unconnected.

They both laugh. Mercer scowls.

MERCER
Have we been introduced, Phin?

Osborn is definitely paying more attention to Phin’s neck.

OSBORN
I’m Aliza Osborn, pleased to meet you.

MERCER
Roylan Mercer, security officer.

PHIN
Why did you have to go and complain, anyway, Roylan?

MERCER
Why didn’t I, more like. Have you seen the state of the defense system?

OSBORN
There’s a defense system?

She laughs.

OSBORN
Oh, relax Mercer. The Exclusion Zone around us and Cassius is a dozen thousand kilometers in all directions and no one and nothing goes through. The only ship we ever see around here is our own supply vessel. And there isn’t going to be one for another two months.

PHIN
In short, Roylan, relax. We’re all alone up here.

MERCER
That’s not the point.

Phin rolls his eyes and finally releases Osborn and sits down beside Mercer.

PHIN
It never is. OK, Roylan, what’s really bugging you?

18. MODEL SHOT
The cruiser shimmers back into existence into space, slowing down almost a halt.

19. INT. FLIGHT DECK (NIGHT)

As before.

GROGAN
Reorientation complete. Targeting systems have confirmed the location of the Cassius Four space station. Plotting course to intercept now.

A tall, gaunt and sinister trooper enters. This is KISTON.

KISTON
Commander Lytton?

Lytton glances at him.

LYTTON
What is it, Kiston?

KISTON
Foreign object re-materialized at the other end of the time corridor. An unidentified humanoid has emerged and is investigating the area. What action is to be taken?

LYTTON
None as yet. Keep him monitored. Download all relevant information from the androids into the main battle computer here.

KISTON
What about our masters?

LYTTON
You don’t need to bother them.

KISTON
All outside information is to be reported to them.

LYTTON
There’s little point. They won’t come up with any useful strategy – that is why we are here, remember, Kiston?

KISTON
We have our orders.

Lytton glares at him.

LYTTON
Then do so, but the attack run begins now. Whatever madness they come up with, it will have to wait until after we have taken the station. Grogan!

GROGAN
Commander?

LYTTON
Raise the force shield. All troopers to battle stations.

Kiston turns and leaves.

GROGAN
Force shield raised. All troopers at battle stations confirmed.

The lights dim and turn blood red.

LYTTON
Intercept the station at battle speed on my mark.

GROGAN
Confirmed.

A beat. Lytton almost smiles.

LYTTON
Mark!

20. INT. CASSIUS FOUR BRIDGE (NIGHT)

A red light flashes on the console. Absolutely no one notices.

OSBORN
You’re joking, right?

MERCER
It could happen! That’s why the prisoner was brought he in the first place – he’s the progenitor, they’re bound to want him back.

OSBORN
But they’re all extinct. Aren’t they?

PHIN
Course they are. After they wiped out the Sirian space colony, the deep space fleet went to attack...

MERCER
Three years after the attack, though!

PHIN
It still counts. Not one of the metal gits. Nothing. Ships deserted. Slaves free. Their ‘territory’ is now part of the terrestrial empire. They are gone. Caput.

MERCER
You’re the history fetishist, Phin, why did they die out?!

PHIN
How should I know? Maybe they just ran for it – and smart move. Our forces would have wiped the spaceways with them. Whatever happened to them, they are in no position to enter the galaxy, let alone attack the solar system of all places.

MERCER
We’re around Cassius, the outermost point...

OSBORN
Are you always this neurotic?

MERCER
Anyone with a pulse is neurotic compared to you, Osborn.

Osborn tutts.

OSBORN
You’re not even trying to fit in, are you?

A run-down-sounding klaxon blares. A crewmember cranks up the music, irritated. Mercer rises and crosses to the console.

PHIN
He never tries to, Aliza. High and mighty, has been ever since the academy...

OSBORN
You know him well then?

PHIN
You will too at the end...

They snuggle and laugh dirtily. Mercer frowns and checks the controls.

MERCER
Oh, control yourselves, you two!

PHIN
Jealous, eh, Roylan?

MERCER
Phin, shut up! The sensors are detecting warp drive movements inside the Exclusion Zone.

OSBORN
Inside?! There isn’t anything for the next two months.

MERCER
Well, there is now. All the systems confirm it!

PHIN
Maybe it’s the freighter coming back for some reason?

MERCER
Why haven’t they contacted us, then?

PHIN
I dunno. Maybe there’s a problem with their comms...

MERCER
We should inform the Captain.

Osborn seems to snap out of her daze. She rises and tries to block Mercer from reaching the communications section.

OSBORN
We shouldn’t bother him! Not yet, anyway. It could be anything.

MERCER
Oh, has Doran got blackmail on you too?

OSBORN
It’s page one, you idiot – you never distract the Captain until absolutely necessary.

MERCER
The regulations specifically state that the Captain is to be informed!

OSBORN
Look what happened the last time you spoke to him.

PHIN
We’ve got those one-seater fighters, don’t we? Send them to check it out.

MERCER
Oh, Phin, either go and shut up or sober up! Preferably both!

PHIN
I’m serious. If it’s hostile, they can deal with it.

MERCER
Those tin cans couldn’t deal with an Alpha Centaurian that had been dead for a week!

Osborn nods thoughtfully and picks up a communications headset and

OSBORN
The pilots would be grateful for practice...

MERCER
I can’t believe this. Are you all out of your skulls?! This is serious!

Phin unsteadily jabs Mercer in the shoulder.

PHIN
You have said that, oooh, fifty-eight times now. You were wrong each and every time!

21. MODEL SHOT

Four silver shapes leave the four sides of the space station.

The battle cruiser approaches.

22. INT. CASSIUS FOUR BRIDGE (NIGHT)

Osborn takes off her headphones and plugs them into a console. Mercer shouts at the rest of the crew, who are still relaxing deeply.

OSBORN
This station has been here for over a hundred years. Not even the big meteor storm of 43 budged it. This place is as stable as... something very stable.

PHIN
Terra firma?

OSBORN
Even more stable than that.

MERCER
Red alert! Go to red alert, you bone-idle time-wasting parasites!

The crew jeer at him and go back to their various activities.

OSBORN
Ejlan, are you receiving me?

EJLAN (VO)
Hey, Aliza, we’ve sighted the ship. Big grey, mean looking thing.

MERCER
That’s all you got? You’ve made visual contact, what is it?

EJLAN (VO)
Can’t you patch into our scanners?

MERCER
No, that system has been cannibalized for the easy-listening music system!

Phin laughs aloud at the thought. Mercer glares at him.

MERCER
Is it a battle cruiser, Ejlan?

EJLAN (VO)
Well, it might not be. But if it isn’t, it’s doing a very good impression of one...

MERCER
Have you been on the voxnic?!

EJLAN (VO)
Yep. Thirteen years now. Never had a hangover.

MERCER
Try to communicate with the ship.

EJLAN (VO)
You wanna know how?

MERCER
Osborn, tell him to hail the cruiser.

EJLAN (VO)
I never stopped drinking it! How smart is that?

OSBORN
Ejlen, focus! What is the ship doing?

EJLAN (VO)
Oh, it’s turning to face us. Those pointy, gun things are aimed at us. Is that bad, do you think?

Mercer can’t believe he’s hearing this and tries to think of something to say.

MERCER
... get out of there! You don’t stand a chance!

EJLAN (VO)
Sorry? I can hardly hear you.

MERCER
Can we give them any supporting fire?

OSBORN
With what?

MERCER
The laser canon, you idiot, what else!

There is a loud, building crackling noise to be heard.

EJLAN (VO)
Maybe I am having a hangover after...

There is a loud crackle, an explosion that is suddenly cut off. Silence.

OSBORN
Ejlen? Ejlen! Report! Tarnig? Polard? Jame!!! Answer!

A beat. Phin looks ill, and not just from alcohol poisoning. The crew have all fallen silent. Music blares inappropriately. Mercer swallows and crosses to an isolated, dusty control.

MERCER
Anyone got an objection to informing Captain Doran now?! Phin! Operate the deflector shield, seal the airlocks!

He presses the control. A stronger-sounding alarm cuts through the music.

PHIN
Uh, where are the airlock controls?

MERCER
Didn’t you pay attention at the briefing? Over there!

Phin stumbles over in the direction Mercer points. Six levers are illuminated. He hauls down one and it extinguishes. He repeats this again. Mercer turns to Osborn who is staring at the speaker in shock. Mercer speaks to her gently.

OSBORN
Eljen...

MERCER
Osborn, please. We need to move.

OSBORN
They’re dead.

MERCER
And we’ll be joining them, now please. Help me charge up the laser canon and the shield.

She numbly crosses to the controls and adjusts them. Phin pulls down the last lever. It moves very easily – but stays illuminated. He tries again. Same result.

PHIN
It’s not working! Airlock three won’t seal!

MERCER
Airlock three? That’s the one... next to that damaged area! THE IDIOTS!

Mercer gnaws his knuckles in anxiety.

23. INT. FLIGHT DECK (NIGHT)

As before.

GROGAN
Scanning complete. 80 per cent of life signs register in area designated recreation centre, on the outer hull of the ship.

LYTTON
Target and fire two barrages. I want total...

Lytton laughs coldly.

LYTTON
...extermination.

to be continued...

Warhead of the Daleks 1 (a)

(ROLL OPENING CREDITS)
(WARHEAD OF THE DALEKS)
(PART ONE)

1. EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT (DAY)

The grey overcast sky can be made out through the crisscrossing rusty catwalks linking tall, imposing brick warehouses. It is early morning and drizzle has made puddles. A TRAMP is sitting in a doorway, lighting the first cigarette of the day. He freezes as he hears footsteps, echoing.

Two POLICEMEN are walking down the street, still some distance away. They are traditional bobbies, dressed for the weather and seem to be casually strolling through the area. They might even be chatting about something... but they are not speaking. At all. The Tramp’s alcove allows him to spot them before they can see him. He moves back, unnerved.

Suddenly, there is a loud crashing noise. The tramp and the policemen immediately turn their attention to the source of the noise – a set of heavy warehouse doors are crashing open. Five BUILDERS scramble out. Dressed in dusty denim suits and hard hats, they are all terrified. One runs off, moaning with fear. One calls after him.

BUILDER 1
Jerry!

BUILDER 2
Come on, let’s get out of here!

BUILDER 1
No, wait!

He starts to close the doors. The others turn and lend their aide to closing them. The policemen approach, looking curious. The doors are almost closed... then they start to open. The builders throw all their weight against the doors, but can’t close them.

BUILDER 2
Run for it!

They turn and for the first time register the policemen behind them. The leader brightens immediately and steps forward... and the policemen raise stubby, automatic machine guns fitted with silences. The leader’s face falls.

BUILDER 1
You can’t...

The closer policeman fires. There is a soft thud and the builder drops dead. The others scatter. Calmly and quickly, both policemen fire on the crowd. Three shots later the other builders’ bodies are sprawled on the floor. The second policeman trains his weapon on the fifth builder who is still running. The policeman fires. A moment later, the fleeing builder drops dead to the ground.

The tramp stares at this display in mute shock. The policemen are right in front of him now, but are turned away and appear not to know he is there. Suddenly, they turn in unison. The tramp swallows and opens his mouth to speak. One of the policeman fires a single shot. The tramp slumps back, dead.

The doors to the warehouse finally burst open. A tall, gaunt man dressed as a senior police officer – he wears a blue coat and a peaked cap. This is GUSTAVE LYTTON. He is alone in the warehouse. He looks around, expressionless. The drizzle is forming puddles around the bodies. He looks up at the policemen. They look back.

Lytton steps out into the street, letting the doors swing closed behind him and takes a handheld yellow remote from his pocket. With a gloved thumb he adjusts a slide control. The six dead bodies are bathed in a ruby red glow. They fade from sight, leaving the red glow a silhouette. Those fade, leaving no trace of the massacre.

Lytton looks around the street. He and the policemen are the only ones there. He adjusts the control in his hand to full. This time, Lytton glows ruby red and fades away. The red glow disperses. Unsurprised, the policemen turn and wander off, on the beat and continuing their silent conversation.

2. INT. TIME CORRIDOR TERMINAL (NIGHT)

A room completely white, so it appears to be a void. The white void turns pink, then red, then suddenly Lytton and the corpses appear. The bodies of the five builders and the tramp are lying in the same pattern they fell, but close together. Lytton stands over them, like a triumphant warrior. Annoyed, he takes off his hat as glow vanishes and a segment of wall slides up. Lytton strides over to it.

3. INT. RECEPTION AREA (NIGHT)

A circular chamber marked in white, grey and black. There are corridors leading off in four directions. The doorways are low, meaning people have to stoop slightly to move through it. Six TROOPERS enter. They wear bronze armor that seems almost fused to their bodies, their faces unremittingly hard and mean. They move across the area to the far wall where the panel is rising to reveal the terminal room beyond. Lytton ducks through as the door continues to rise, thoroughly annoyed. One of them, GROGAN, steps forward, calm and emotionless.

GROGAN
Were you successful?

LYTTON
It was a shambles.

Lytton throws the hat at Grogan and starts to remove his coat.

GROGAN
They were prevented from contacting the authorities.

LYTTON
They managed to get out of the warehouse.

GROGAN
The escape was prevented.

LYTTON
It should never have happened.

He hands Grogan his coat. Grogan folds it expertly without looking. The troopers enter the terminal and are dragging the bodies out.

LYTTON
And who ordered the use of machine pistols?

GROGAN
Standing orders. Nothing anachronistic is to be taken to Earth.

LYTTON
So instead we have just slaughtered six valuable specimens.

GROGAN
Standing orders. Nothing anachronistic is to be taken to Earth.

LYTTON
It is an unacceptable stricture. Next time, stun lasers are to be used.

Lytton strides down one of the corridors, unbuttoning his jacket as he goes.

LYTTON
Now that has been dealt with, prepare the ship for travel. The attack will be carried out at once. Start the checklist and prepare for battle.

GROGAN
Commander.

Lytton calls over his shoulder.

LYTTON
And check the orientation circuits on the time corridor. There’s some kind of interference in the system, something must be caught in it.

GROGAN
That is not possible.

LYTTON
Check it anyway. We cannot afford any mistakes!

4. INT. TARDIS CONTROL ROOM (DAY)

TEGAN and TURLOUGH are present, standing around the console. The low whining of the TARDIS systems is strained. Suddenly, the internal door opens and THE DOCTOR strides inside, crossing to the console and talking all the time.

DOCTOR
Now, listen you two. If the Time Lords ever hear about our little trip to Frontios, there will be serious trouble...

There is a loud groaning noise from the engines. Frowning, the Doctor puts his hear to the console. He bangs his fist against the console. The noise continues.

TURLOUGH
What would have happened if we HADN’T been there, Doctor?

TEGAN
Well, the TARDIS engines would be working properly, for one thing.

DOCTOR
Oh, there’s nothing wrong with them.

TEGAN
Then why are they making that funny noise?

TURLOUGH
We’re going far too fast, Doctor.

The noise gets louder. The Doctor moves around the console. The noise gets worse. Turlough is forced to shout over the noise.

TURLOUGH
Stop the engines!

DOCTOR
No, no, leave them! This will pass shortly, they’re all right...

The noise changes to a clanking, violent jolt. All three are flung against the console and grip it as the room shakes violently around. The groaning noise is louder and even more strained than before. The Doctor finally looks anxious.

TURLOUGH
What’s happening?

TEGAN
The Gravis?

DOCTOR
Oh, no, this is something much more powerful... we’re being pulled into a time/space induction tunnel, a sort of corridor. Trying to pull against it... Course corrections...

The Doctor punches some controls. The room shakes even more.

TEGAN
A time corridor?

DOCTOR
If you like.

TEGAN
To where?

DOCTOR
I don’t know – but I think we’re about to find out...

There is another, violent lurch.

5. MODEL SHOT

We focus on a space station hanging in the void. A square, metallic framework holding linked cuboid units. Etched on the scaffolding is CASSIUS IV. A large, rectangular space craft is accelerating away from it.

6. INT. CASSIUS FOUR CORRIDORS (NIGHT)

An outer corridor of the station. It is lit randomly – several light fittings are broken or flickering, and the floor is littered with junk. Staring out a grubby observation port is a young, prim black man called MERCER, wearing a neat, brand new uniform. Beside him is a similarly neat woman, STYLES. She is attractive, in her early forties and wears a white head band to stop her blonde hair falling her eyes. She is stern and tired. They both fit badly into their decayed surroundings.

STYLES
You haven’t seen a freighter leave before?

MERCER
I’m beginning to wish I was still on it.

STYLES
I’ve had that feeling for the last three years.

She turns and strides off.

STYLES
If you want the tour, Lieutenant, you better keep up.

Mercer tears his eyes from the port and hurries after her. He trips on a couple of bits of rubbish that have been there so long Styles steps over it without even noticing it. She doesn’t look back at him as they talk.

MERCER
Please, call me Roylan, Miss...?

STYLES
DOCTOR Styles. Don’t you pay attention? Some security officer you are.

MERCER
It is only my first day.

STYLES
Then it’s all down hill from here.

They turn a corner. Mercer stops and stares – a chunk of wall has rusted away and the cables beneath are held together with straps. They spark occasionally. More dangle over the corridor. Styles moves around them.

MERCER
When’s that going to be repaired?

Styles spares it a glance.

STYLES
When it totally breaks down.

MERCER
How long has it been in this state?

STYLES
It’s been like that since before I arrived.

MERCER
That’s three years ago... How long since the maintenance teams did their work?

STYLES
Since regular inspections ceased.

Styles keeps walking. Mercer follows her, flinching slightly as there is a mild explosion of sparks. They turn around another corner. This area is slightly cleaner.

MERCER
This station is falling apart!

STYLES
You’re seeing it on a good day.

Styles stops by a blank section of wall and punches – literally – a control next to it.

MERCER
This is a death trap!

STYLES
If you wanted to see everything spin and span, you shouldn’t have asked for a transfer to a prison station, should you?

MERCER
I didn’t volunteer for this place. The Prison Station Control Authority is where I asked to be transferred to. On Earth!

STYLES
Well, we’re about as far from Earth as you can get and stay inside the star system. That’s why they don’t bother to check on efficiency. We’re too close to be shunted over to Leonis System authority and too far out to bother keeping an eye on.

She punches the control again, angrily.

MERCER
But if there’s an attack...

STYLES
Attack? No chance. We were put out this far for a reason. Some of the crew have lived here for decades. The closest we got to anything life threatening was when the viston seeds turned toxic.

She punches the control, then kicks the wall angrily.

STYLES
Come on, COME ON!!

There is a loud whine and the wall jerks upwards.

7. INT. STYLES’ LABORATORY (NIGHT)

A long thin chamber, bright, white, clean and tidy. There is a work bench with neat equipment. Another woman, ZENA, is present. A teenager, dressed similarly to Styles with even the headband, is working on a microscope. Styles and Mercer enter, the wall sliding closed afterwards. Mercer looks around.

MERCER
Is this part of the station?

STYLES
Of course it is Lieutenant. Pay attention.

MERCER
It’s so clean... Why is the rest of the station such a wreck?

STYLES
Because this is my territory and I have standards.

MERCER
Standards? Obsession, more like...

STYLES
Spend the best part of your life here and you’ll understand. Zena?

Styles crosses over to her.

ZENA
Yes, Korin?

STYLES
You finished with those slides?

ZENA
Just about.

Mercer follows, still looking around, impressed.

MERCER
How do you cope with that mess outside?

STYLES
By ignoring it.

MERCER
Don’t you care?

STYLES
Not particularly. I am only concerned for the medical welfare of the crew and the prisoner on this station, not the station itself.

Mercer glares at her, finally getting irritated.

MERCER
Does everyone around here have such a narrow view of their responsibilities?

STYLES
It’s the only way to stay sane. This is, Zena, by the way.

Zena turns and holds out a hand, smiling shyly.

ZENA
Hello.

STYLES
Oh yes, Zena. This is... what’s your name again?

MERCER
Roylan Mercer. Lieutenant Roylan Mercer. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zena.

Zena giggles.

ZENA
Likewise.

STYLES
Don’t get too attached, Zena – he’s the new security officer.

Zena’s cheer dwindles visibly.

ZENA
Oh. Well, er, it’s nice to meet you anyway.

MERCER
Why? Is security unpopular around here?

STYLES
Security is nonexistent around here. Take the rules seriously and most of the crew deserve harsher sentences than the prisoner.

She laughs humorlessly.

STYLES
Maybe THAT is why we’ve all got stuck out here. Divine retribution.

Mercer pauses, noticing a hatch in the far wall.

MERCER
Is that an escape capsule?

STYLES
One of them.

MERCER
You just happen to have an escape craft at the back of your laboratory.

STYLES
You said yourself – this place is a death trap. At least I know I’ve got a way out.

MERCER
And what about the rest of the crew?!

STYLES
If the Captain doesn’t care, why should I?

MERCER
Why? You’re a doctor, of course you should care!

STYLES
Oh, shut up, will you, Mercer. You’ve only been here a few hours. You know NOTHING!

Zena moves forward, placating.

ZENA
Korin, let it go.

STYLES
Oh, get back to work, Zena.

MERCER
Yes, that will improve morale no end. Is everyone despairing like you are?

Styles sighs and rubs her eyes.

STYLES
Look, Lieutenant. My tour of duty on this station ends in eight weeks time. If I want it to end with a promotion, I need the Captain to give me a good report.

MERCER
I see...

STYLES
No, I don’t think that if you do. If Captain Doran does NOT give me a good report, I could be stuck on Cassius Four for at LEAST another two years!

MERCER
He’s blackmailing you?

STYLES
Indirectly. He’s blackmailing us all.

Mercer looks at Styles, realizing how miserable she is.

MERCER
Look, Doctor Styles, the Prison Station Control Authority is supposed to stop these sort of industrial situations from happening. It’s part of their charter that they drew up...

STYLES
No one cares about the rules if it will cost money.

MERCER
If we let Control know just what’s going on, they’d have to do something about it or lose credibility! The first thing they’d do is replace Doran as Captain, wouldn’t they?

Zena looks hopeful.

ZENA
You really think it could work?

MERCER
He’d be instantly relieved of command. Just knowing the level of morale here would be enough to do that.

Styles shakes her head.

STYLES
It’s been tried before, Mercer.

ZENA
And failed.

STYLES
And it is usually by inexperienced new boys like you.

MERCER
This time it will be different, Doctor Styles.

STYLES
How? You can’t contact Earth without getting the Captain’s direct permission. He’s hardly going to let you stab him in the back – and when he finds out what you’re up to... The way you’re carrying on, you’ll finish up just like the others.

Mercer frowns.

MERCER
Meaning?

ZENA
You’re the third security officer we’ve had in two years, Lieutenant.

MERCER
What happened to the others, were they dismissed?

Zena swallows.

ZENA
No. They’re dead.

A look of anxiety crosses Mercer’s face, then it becomes cold reserve.

MERCER
Like I said. This time, it’ll be different.


8. INT. TARDIS CONTROL ROOM (NIGHT)

The room is still jolting violently. The trio cling to the console for dear life.

TURLOUGH
There must be some way to get free!

DOCTOR
We’re not fully inside it, we’re caught on the edge...

TEGAN
Isn’t there anything you can do? Materialize?

TURLOUGH
Half in and half out of the time corridor? We’ll be ripped apart!

The Doctor hauls himself around the console. He reaches out to touch a red button, eyes fixed on the scrolling information on the monitor.

DOCTOR
The turbulence must stabilize soon, and when the time stress on the TARDIS fluctuates the right way we can break free. The readings are starting to converge at optimum, and if we pick the right moment...

TEGAN
I feel sick. It’s like being stuck in the middle of the Harbor during a storm... Can I get to my room?

DOCTOR
Too late, Tegan – hold on!

He flips the switch. The room dips at an angle of forty-five degrees. Turlough manages to grab Tegan by the waist, stopping her from flying across the room. The room and its contents ripple and distort violently, distorting their voices.

DOCTOR
Hold on... hold on...

TEGAN
Doctor... I can’t take... much more...

There is another lurch and the room steadies out, the ripples clearing as Turlough is flung across the room and strikes a pillar. He slides to the floor, unconscious. The Doctor and Tegan still cling to the console. The engine noises are fading.

DOCTOR
There! We’re free of the corridor, but we’ve still travelling parallel to it.

Tegan lifts her head, looking unwell. The Doctor looks at her in concern.

TEGAN
Is it over?

DOCTOR
For the moment. Are you all right?

TEGAN
I think so.

The Doctor brightens immediately and pats her on the back.

DOCTOR
Good! You can check on Turlough.

The Doctor moves around the console as Tegan crosses to Turlough. She checks him over but he’s out for the count. The Doctor checks the displays, not noticing.

DOCTOR
We’re weaving in time... Still we’re well back inside the Gallifreyan noosphere. That’s something. We just have to follow the corridor until it terminates and from there we can pick out next destination... Once I’ve had a word with whoever’s responsible.

Tegan touches the back of Turlough’s head. Her fingers are red with blood.

TEGAN
Doctor!

The Doctor looks up, realizing the seriousness in her tone. He crosses to her as the lights on the console flash and the familiar sounds of materialization fill the air.

9. EXT. DOCKLANDS (DAY)

It is now afternoon, not too far from the industrial area. On one of the empty wharves, at the end of the street leading up between the disused warehouses, the TARDIS materializes. Once it finishes there is silence. There is no sign of anyone or even traffic. At the end of the street, however, appear the two policemen.

to be continued...