("DOCTOR WHO" THEME)
Papa!
- What's all the noise, Elizabeth? - Have you seen the sky? It's beautiful!
- What are you talking about? - The whole sky is ablaze!
Oh!
They've gone!
- What have gone? - The lights.
- What sort of lights were they? - Like a hundred shooting stars!
I wish you'd seen them.
(COUGHS) I don't like the sound of it.
Papa!
Strange lights in the sky never bode well for the future.
- You're so old-fashioned! - Yes.
(RATTLING)
- Ralph! Bring a log! - Yes, sir.
I feel a chill.
You can't, Papa. It's a perfectly warm evening.
Father always feels a chill when he's losing. It's either that or his gout.
Arrant nonsense!
I feel a definite chill about me shoulders.
There you are, you see.
- Have you left the door open? - Me, sir? No.
Would you like me to fetch your shawl?
No... (COUGHS)
I think I'd prefer a warmer.
- I'll have me posset now. - Yes, sir.
You are incorrigible, Father. Haven't you drunk enough already?
- This is medicinal. - I'm going to bed.
Goodnight, Father.
(HOARSE, LABOURED BREATHING)
- Will you not have a posset, Master Charles? - No, thank you.
- Goodnight, sir. - Goodnight, Ralph.
(HOARSE, LABOURED BREATHING)
Agh!
What in Hades is going on?
Someone has a gun the likes I've never seen before.
- Where's Ralph? - He's hit.
Fire and brimstone!
(HOARSE, LABOURED BREATHING)
- God protect us! - (GUNSHOTS)
(YELPING CRY)
- What was that? - I don't know!
(THUMPING)
Papa!
What's happening?
Would it be too obvious to say we are under attack?
From whom?
(PAPA) From whatever that is.
- Our shots stopped its comrade. - This one's in armour.
Which at this range is useless. Now!
(CHURNING, RATTLING MACHINERY)
(CHURNING, WHIRRING)
How many times have I told you, Adric, not to interfere...
- .. with things you don't understand? - I was trying to escape.
In the TSS? You might have destroyed the whole Kinda tribe.
I didn't know it was so difficult to control.
- You should never have got into that unit. - But no one was hurt.
- Apart from Aris. - A flesh wound.
Adric, because you get away with something, it doesn't justify it.
I'm sorry.
Next time you want to escape from somewhere, walk.
Poor old Adric. Always in trouble.
And I try so hard.
- Is Tegan ready? - I'll check.
- (BEEPING) - What's that?
- A fault. - Serious?
It must be the lateral balance cones.
I must do some maintenance after we've delivered Tegan.
It will seem strange without her,
though I'm not entirely convinced that she likes me.
Now, don't jump to conclusions.
Sometimes we humanoids try to disguise our true feelings.
Well, don't just stand there, Adric. Help me!
What's the matter?
It's only just sunk in properly, what happened to me on Deva Loka.
What? The Doctor said nothing eventful had occurred.
He would!
While you were enjoying 48 hours' peaceful sleep in the delta wave augmentor,
my mind was occupied.
- Taken over. - By whom?
More a "what".
By something called a Mara.
It makes me shiver to think about it.
- You weren't hurt? - No.
No, but that's not the point.
It's unnerved me.
You'll soon be back on Earth with all this unpleasantness forgotten.
I can't wait.
You won't have any awkward questions about where you've been.
So the Doctor says, but I don't understand how.
Just accept what he says.
You'll arrive back on time for your flight, half an hour after you entered the Tardis.
Some half-hour! Now I have to pretend that nothing's happened in the meantime.
- You'll soon settle down. - I hope so.
Nyssa...
I know I haven't always been the best of companions,
but I'll miss you, all of you.
- Earth, Heathrow, 1981. - Doctor...
Not the most stimulating place in the universe, but where requested to be.
- Doctor! - Oh, no!
- Is that supposed to be Heathrow? - It is.
They've certainly let the grass grow since I was last there.
They haven't built the airport yet. We're about 300 years early.
That's great! Perhaps I can file a claim on the land.
When they get around to inventing the aircraft, I'll make a fortune.
A small error has been made.
You call 300 years a small error?
It's probably a temperamental solenoid on the lateral balance cones.
Why do you always have some incomprehensible answer?
As you know, the Tardis isn't always reliable.
Call yourself a Time Lord?
A broken clock keeps better time than you do! At least it's accurate twice a day...
.. which is more than you ever are.
Why does she always overreact?
I think the idea of going is more painful than she thought.
Then why didn't she say so rather than fly off the handle like that?
- That's Tegan. - You'd better talk to her.
No, no! Too much has been said already.
Earthlings!
I'm sorry. I realise how disappointed you must be.
- I'm sorry too, but you did make a promise. - And I'll keep it.
Consider this a fortuitous mistake. You can wander around your own history.
I'm not sure I want to. This place stinks.
What?
I suppose it does a bit.
Look, Doctor.
- Sulphur. - Some sort of volcanic action?
- Wrong time and place for that. - Are you sure this is Earth?
Undoubtedly. If we find who's burning the sulphur, perhaps you'll believe him.
Four strangers coming this way!
Is it sensible to go on?
- Probably not. - I've lost my bearings already.
- There's potassium nitrate in with the sulphur. - Great (!)
What's wrong?
Potassium nitrate and sulphur are constituents of a primitive explosive - gunpowder.
- I don't like this place. - Doctor!
- Shouldn't we get back to the Tardis? - This time I agree.
Ah! Good morning!
Come on! Back to the Tardis.
Are you all right?
Don't worry, we'll get 'em!
- Now which way? - I don't know.
Use your homing device.
- I must have dropped it during the fight. - Tremendous (!)
Come on! This way.
Agh!
- Are you all right? - I don't know.
- There's nothing broken. Can you stand? - I'll try.
Lean on me.
- I'll be all right in a minute. - We may not have a minute.
Can I be of any assistance?
- Can you help us? - I have a convenient refuge nearby.
- How do we know we can trust him? - You have little choice.
You either trust me
or give yourselves up to your pursuers who will cudgel you to death.
I don't think they will bother us again.
If the lad can walk, my camp is this way.
Lead on, sir!
Go back to the village for help. We'll follow them.
This is home?
For the last night or two. Fortune has made me itinerant.
Why were those men following us?
- You don't know? - Well, we're new to the area.
You must be new to the world, sir. Have not you heard there is plague?
- Where? - Everywhere!
That is why the village is guarded vigilantly.
They fear strangers and the pestilence they may carry.
The reason for the sulphuric smoke - purification fires.
Is that why you're not staying in the village?
Alas, because of the plague, everywhere is unfriendly.
- Hence the guns? - Not entirely.
I was once a noted thespian
until forced into rural exile by the closure of the theatres.
It is with these that I command the attention of an audience nowadays.
- You sound like a highwayman or a robber. - A gentleman of the road, madam.
Richard Mace at your service.
I only plan to rob you of a little of your time and company.
After many weeks alone in the woods, I would risk anything for an hour's good conversation.
- How bad is the plague? - The worst I've seen.
More virulent here than in the city, but that's only to be expected.
Why?
Did not you see the comet a few weeks ago? A portent of doom if ever I saw one.
Its aurora barely faded from the sky before the first local case was reported.
- You were clear until then? - Completely.
They're not due for a comet for years.
It lit up the sky as I've never experienced it before.
- You're sure it wasn't a meteor? - Call it what you wish.
I have seen many falling stars, but this was without parallel.
Interesting, and so is the ornament around your neck.
Don't you think we should be getting back to the Tardis?
Yes. Not yet. May I see?
Surely.
I found it in the loft last night.
Hm. Interesting piece of work.
What do you think?
- It's made from polygrite, isn't it? - Yes.
From such a primitive society?
May I look around your loft?
- As you wish, sir. - Fit for a climb, Adric?
- Doctor, he should rest. - Don't worry, Tegan.
We Alzarians are different from you. We recover faster.
- Is there anything I can do? - (DOCTOR) Look around down there.
What exactly are we looking for?
What is it he's wearing?
Part of an alien bracelet made for a very special purpose.
- How did it get here? - Make a guess.
An unexpected comet, a meteor that doesn't look like a meteor...
Whatever the phenomenon was, it wasn't natural.
- A spacecraft landing. - Or burning up in the atmosphere.
But for the bracelet to be here, some of the crew must have survived.
The bracelet is strong enough to have survived the crash.
- If we find something more fragile... - Then there ARE survivors.
Doctor!
- Power packs! - Well done!
Tell me...
Who owns this barn?
I will show you.
Now what are they up to?
I'm sure you must be aware, sir,
that there is a certain protocol to be observed with the gentry.
Of course. I've met kings, emperors, megalomaniacs in my time.
The nobility will not take kindly to being knocked up and questioned
about the contents of their barns.
We are sure to be horse-whipped.
And I have a particularly sensitive skin, sir.
- Is the man blind? - He nearly killed us!
The miller! A man of very sour disposition.
And not much road sense.
Shouldn't we use the tradesmen's entrance?
I'm calling on the master, not his servants.
- Please, sir, knock with a little more humility. - You knock while I look around.
- (TEGAN) Can we come with you? - Just Nyssa. If anyone opens the door, call me.
- No one at home. - Then who was the miller visiting?
Perhaps we should find out. That window doesn't look fastened properly.
What do we say if the door is opened?
Hello?
What a very pleasant room!
- Shall I let the others in? - No. Let's see who's at home first.
Hello!
- Why are you certain the aliens are here? - They could be in the village.
- They could have died from the plague. - The sooner we find out,
the sooner we can return Tegan to her own time.
Anyone at home?
- Have you any idea who the aliens might be? - Not really.
Polygrite is found in many parts of the universe. So are power packs.
Why the concern? They might be friendly.
If I'm right, the comet was their ship burning up in the atmosphere.
They're probably stranded here. Desperate. They could wreak havoc.
What will you do if we find them?
Twist their arms a bit, to let me take them back to their own planet.
- I hope they have arms to twist. - I'll find something.
There are weapons missing.
What's that?
Gunpowder.
- Someone's been careless. - Look!
- A power pack. - So they HAVE been here.
I think we should go, Doctor.
- You're beginning to sound like Tegan. - I understand how she feels.
Oh!
- What? - Look.
(NYSSA) Scarring from a high-energy beam.
- And fired from a weapon. - So much for my friendly aliens.
Hold this... there.
Let's give them the benefit of the doubt - assume it was an accident.
- But this isn't. - Now what?
- You build a staircase to lead somewhere. - As a rule.
- Why should anyone build a wall here? - Does it matter?
This should be a very important staircase.
It should lead from the main hall to the kitchens.
Perhaps there's another way.
No...
There's something wrong. I can feel it.
(SCRAPING BOLTS)
At last!
- How did you get in? - We found an open window.
- You broke in? - It's perfectly safe. There's no one here.
- Are you sure? - Come in and look.
- Where's the Doctor? - Downstairs.
He's found a wall that seems to fascinate him.
- Is there anyone else here? - Not that we've found.
I don't like this house. It's a bit spooky.
I find this house full of style and quality.
We should join the Doctor.
Ah!
- Any sign of survivors? - They've been here.
- We found another power pack. - What do they use them for?
It isn't transistor radios!
What are these words you're using?
The Doctor will explain.
Come on.
- (ADRIC) Where's he gone? - Doctor?
Doctor!
(DOOR SLAMS)
Doctor!