Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 18, Episode 9 - Full Circle: Part One - full transcript

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- You ready, K9?
- Master.

Right. I want you to set a course of
binary coordinates 10-0-11-0-0 by 0-2

- from galactic zero centre.
- K9: Coordinates laid in.

- Very good.
- Spatial drive initiated.

Well done, K9.

Well, now we've dropped off our
Earth friend, we can be on our way.

You've made up your mind, then?

Oh, yes.
We can't resist a summons to Gallifrey.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing
how Leela and Andred are getting on.



You can meet your twin, K9.
You know, Romana, it...

Romana?

- You stay there, K9. You're in charge.
- Master.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Do you mind if I come in?

The Time Lords want me back.

Yes, well, you only came to help
with the key to time.

Doctor, I don't want to spend
the rest of my life on Gallifrey.

After all this.

Well, you can't fight
Time Lords, Romana.

- You did once.
- And lost.

Well, there's nothing more
to discuss, then. We have to go.

I'm afraid so.



Course set and holding.

ETA to Gallifrey, 32 minutes.
Flight path clear.

Wait! Sensors indicate...
No vocabulary available.

K9: Cannot comprehend! Cannot...
Cannot comprehend! Cannot comprehend!

- Doctor, what's happening?
- I don't know.

K9: I have lost control of the Tardis.

- K9.
- I have regained control, master.

- Tardis has stabilised.
- What happened, K9?

Cannot explain, mistress.

Never mind about that.
Just give me the data.

- Cannot comply.
- What? There must be some data.

Substantial data was received,
master, yes,

however, I am unable to assimilate it.

Well, just give me a report on
all damaged parts.

- No damage, master.
- What? What, none?

All component parts are functioning
normally, master.

I don't believe it. I don't believe it.

All component parts functioning
normally. Hah.

(SCOFFING)

You mean to tell me that
after all we've been through,

- the systems are functioning perfectly?
- No, not perfectly, master.

Adverb attributed was "normally".

ROMANA: Doctor. We've materialised.

Indeed we have.
Let's take a look, shall we?

Oh, yes.
The wilderness of outer Gallifrey.

- Ready to go?
- I suppose so.

Come on. It's not the end of
the universe. We're home.

- Sorry.
- Oh, please don't keep apologising.

DOCTOR: Try and brighten up.

Romana.

Romana.

This isn't Gallifrey.

It certainly isn't.

- Hey.
- Get 'em.

No sign of them.
Well, at least they got no river fruits.

- Suppose that's something.
- Let's go.

- That was close.
- Easy, Varsh.

- You said it would be easy.
- All right, Tylos.

- It's not all right.
- Look.

Down there.

Decider Draith and Dexeter.
What are they doing here?

Yes. There seems to be a trace,
just a trace.

That is Gallifrey?

That is Gallifrey?

- Coordinates are correct, master.
- 10-0-11-0-0 by 0-2. K9 is right.

- But it's absurd. It's just absurd.
- Master.

What are we going to do?

Well, we can't take off
until we find out precisely

what's wrong with the Tardis.

- Doctor, last time you tried that...
- Practice, practice...

They seem to be moving.

It's the same sign noted 50 years ago
by Corellis and Dell.

They postulated that they might be eggs
of some kind.

- Insect eggs.
- Perhaps.

Unfamiliar insect life is supposed to
precede each incident.

Yes, it's true.

Can you confirm this?
Is it mentioned in the system files?

- You overreach yourself, Dexeter.
- Forgive me, Decider.

But if there's some way
we can let science illuminate

- your inner knowledge...
- I cannot discuss the system files.

Sometimes I wish I could share it
with someone.

But I, too, must obey the procedure.

Of course, Decider.

So, you want to be an Outler?

- I'm serious.
- Nobody joins unless we all agree.

You belong in the Starliner, Adric.

- Ask him the embarkation question.
- Yes, go on.

When the Starliner leaves Alzarius,
where will you be?

- Not here.
- You see?

- He'll be in the Starliner.
- Lf it ever does take off.

- It will.
- Well, he believes all that stuff.

It will take off.

- But I won't be on it.
- And you won't be on Alzarius either?

- I don't know. I'll be somewhere else.
- Daydreamer.

I'm sorry. I just can't explain.

He belongs in the Great Hall of Books
with all the other dreamers.

Anyway, we said no elites.

Unless you want to make special rules
for your brother.

We've broken all family ties.

- But I don't expect special treatment.
- Don't you?

- Isn't that what the star's for?
- That is for mathematical excellence.

- So the boy can count. Give it to me.
- Keep your hands off it.

- Let go.
- Don't tell me what to do.

I've had enough orders in the Starliner.

Can't you keep these two
under better control?

- He talks like a Decider already.
- He's no better than we are.

Well, of course I'm better than you.
I'm an elite.

That won't help you outside
the Starliner when you're struggling

to stay alive.

- It's you people who talk like Deciders.
- What?

I mean, you can't even steal
a few river fruits.

I'd like to see you try.

- All right.
- Go back to the Starliner, Adric.

No.

If your little brother really wants
to prove himself...

They'll be guarding the fruits now.
It's too dangerous for us.

We don't have badges for
mathematical excellence.

You know what this is?

It's our badge. It has to be earned.

Right.

NEFRED: This is Mistfall.

I hope so, Decider Nefred,
scientifically.

You're too young to remember
the last one, Dexeter.

But it's not something
I look forward to.

- Nor I.
- Nor Decider Draith, I'm sure.

Decider Draith. I must get back to him.

I was a boy the last time
the mists came. Horrible. Horrible.

"A kind of spider.

"Incomprehensible life form.

"Infectious."

- Dexeter again.
- What's going on?

I said something was up. I told you.

Make way.

Indeed. Mistfall.

- Help me. Help me.
- DRAITH: In the water.

Citizens.

Citizens.

Citizens.

As First Decider
and keeper of the system files,

I must announce to you the coming
of Mistfall.

(ALL GASPING)

There is no need to be alarmed.

As long as you all follow the procedure.

We have two hours.

Adric.

Decider, come back.

They're not worth it.

Split up. We'll meet back at the cave.

Adric, come on.
They're closing the Starliner.

- Come on, come on. Come on.
- Leave me alone.

Have you seen my daughter?
Have you seen any of the Outlers?

No, no.

Is there any news?

Citizen Login. What is it?

- Sirs, forgive me.
- Your daughter?

She's out there, unprotected.
Is there nothing we can do?

She and the other Outlers
chose to leave us, Login.

- The doors must close.
- But Keara, she's so young.

And you, Login,
are a greatly valued citizen,

- but we cannot change the law for you.
- Not even for Decider Draith.

He, too, has only one hour
in which to return.

(GROANING)

Decider. Decider Draith.

Tell Dexeter we've come full circle...

Time to start up the siren.

Still no sign of Decider Draith.

When those doors close,
you will be First Decider.

Then we shall need a third.

(BANGING)

What was that noise?

- What?
- I thought I heard a noise.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Well, of course you heard a noise.

Who are you?

- No.
- We saw it, Varsh.

Anything can make that water bubble.
It could be anything.

- It could be Mistfall.
- Mistfall's a myth.

The others don't think so. I saw them
heading back to the Starliner.

Deserters.

- Just us now.
- And Adric.

Don't let the Deciders fool you.

They've taken these things
and twisted them to their own advantage.

Well, you'd better be right,
or else we're dead.

(GROANING)

- I've got to warn them.
- What?

- Mistfall.
- Mistfall?

And my brother says it's a myth.

The Outlers all think
the Deciders are lying.

- But I've seen it.
- Mistfall?

The internment may be a long one,
ten years perhaps

until we step out
onto the surface again.

Decider Draith is too late.

Seal the doors.

Have you seen Keara or Tylos?

No. There are others out there.

My daughter.

My daughter.

The air out there cannot support life.
We have to seal the doors.

We need all our strength, citizen Login.

You're quite right.

We must re-double our effort
toward the embarkation.

A fine spirit.

Yes, our work must continue.

Our first task will be to
choose a new Decider.

Yes, of course.

We thought of seeking your advice
on the matter.

- Wrong place at the wrong time.
- Again?

- What?
- Sounds like a type D oligarchy.

A typical use of propaganda.

He could've been hallucinating.
A folk tale, a myth.

That blue box I saw...

I saw a blue box.

A blue box. Really? What was it like?

Well, it was old and there was a door...
No. There were two doors.

And they opened inwards and there was
something funny about them.

- Handles weren't on the same level.
- Quite right. And we're inside it.

It's called a Tardis.
This boy's not hallucinating.

How's your transcendental dimensions?
Never mind about that. Come on, K9.

- Where are you going?
- Well, to the marsh.

We can't stand around here theorising.
The boy convinces me.

But we still haven't worked out
what's wrong with this?

- What's wrong with what?
- Oh, the console, the scanner.

Oh, that. Yes.
That recurring image of Gallifrey.

Well...

It's probably something
really quite simple.

The image translator reads the
absolute values of the coordinates.

Of course it does.
Real space doesn't have...

Negative coordinates.

Doctor, that disruption we came through.

- Well, it's just a thought.
- It's a very nasty thought.

That would mean we're out
of real space altogether.

What do you make of this fog, K9?

Unfamiliar composition.
Initial analysis indicates non-toxic.

Non-toxic?

I must go back and warn the others.

Um, you'd better take this.

Oh, a homing device.

Yes. To help you find your way
back to the Tardis.

- How's the knee?
- Healed.

Adric.

(K9 BEEPING)

Master, alert!

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