Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 19, Episode 26 - Time-Flight: Part Four - full transcript

Incorporating the Xeraphin race into his TARDIS power system, the Master has won, but technical obstacles and a bit of sabotage from friendlies give the Doctor a bargaining chip for the lives of the hijacked and enslaved airline passengers and crews - with maybe, just maybe, some hope for the Xeraphin race as well.



Zarak, embrace again the eternal truth
of the Xeraphin.

Too late, my brother.

The Master is ready for us.

The Master's perfected
the induction loop.

What's happened to the Xeraphin?

Transferred to the centre
of the Master's Tardis.

What does that mean?

It means the Master
has finally defeated me.

That can't be so.

With the Xeraphin
at the centre of his Tardis,

there's no limit to his powers.

There must be something we can do.


Well, it would help if you
could remember where you came in.

Even if we found it, we wouldn't be
able to open it with the Xeraphin gone.

Then we have to resort to brute force.

I thought this thing
would never stabilise.

I don't think we'll risk
touching any more controls.

Look for a radio.
Maybe we can send a Mayday signal.

Who's going to answer it?

Well, perhaps the Doctor
has a remote navigational...

What's the matter, Captain?

Where did you come from?

Oh, it's no good. The wall's solid.

-We need help from outside.
-Such as?

-The people who let the Doctor in.
-How do you suggest we make contact?


The Tardis!

-Captain Stapley!

-Am I glad to see you.
-Are we glad to see the Tardis!

My dear Captain, you really are
the most remarkable man

to pilot the Tardis
and with such precision.

Perhaps you could take us
to the other side of that wall.


-You have control, as they say.
-I can't fly this thing.

-Then how did you pilot it here?
-Professor Hayter, of course.

Yeah. Didn't you instruct Professor
Hayter on how to fly the Tardis?


Where is the Professor?
He was here a moment ago.

Professor Hayter is dead.

Then what did we see
if it wasn't Hayter?

Possibly a telepathic projection.

Perhaps he isn't really dead.

The man was atomised.

No. He was absorbed into
the Xeraphin life force.



-Roger, I'm glad you're safe.

-This place is getting like Heathrow.
-Have you seen another Tardis?

Would that be something like
a Greek pillar?

-Could well be.
-Yes, it vanished about 10 minutes ago.

-Oh, we've lost him.
-I don't think so.

He's still in this time zone.
He can't be far away.

TEGAN: How do you know that?

In its new state, the Master's Tardis
won't be fully operational yet.

He's got the nucleus all right,
but he'll need to work on it.

What got me was all the people.

-The passengers.

I've heard of a football team
getting into a telephone kiosk,

but this was ridiculous.

Captain, your passengers are now
in greater danger than ever before.

-I'll explain later.

Nyssa, I want you to take the Tardis
back to the Concorde cargo hold.

Captain, you and your crew
get ready for takeoff immediately.

After that landing,
I doubt if the aircraft is safe to fly.

Wing and a prayer, Captain.

Well, if the damage isn't too bad,

we could always cannibalise
Victor Foxtrot.

-But what about a runway?
-I'm sure you'll do your very best.

Tegan, come with me.
Nyssa, the coordinates are all set.

Keep your eyes open.
The Master could be anywhere.


Andrew and I will start
with the cockpit check.

Roger, I want you to do a walk around
the whole aircraft.

Right, Skipper.

He's not here.

And taken everything with him.
Including the bits of my Tardis.

-The passengers, what about them?
-Molecular disintegration.

That way the Master has
a neat little store of protoplasm

with which he can do anything he wants.

What, sort of melt them down?

In a manner of speaking.
Let's get back to Captain Stapley.

Well, the brake line's fractured
and we've lost a lot of fluid.

-Is that bad?
-Bad? It's a miracle.

The undercarriage itself
is virtually undamaged.

We can probably nick the spares
from Victor Foxtrot.

That's funny.

-I thought I saw Victor Foxtrot


Must be imagining things.

-There's something wrong.
-Well, I can't see anything.

No. No, you can't, can you?

-What's the damage, Roger?
-Fractured brake line.

-Is that all?
-As far as I can tell.

-Not a bad landing, Skipper.
-Can you repair it?

With a bit of luck
and a bit of Victor Foxtrot.

There's only one problem,
though, Skipper,

we'll need some compressed air
for the start-up.

I'll take the tyres off numbers one
and four wheels from Victor Foxtrot.

-You what?
-Skipper, have you any idea

how you jack up 100 tons of aircraft?

-We dig a hole.

And with three
and two wheels still in place,

you don't need to support the aircraft!

I say, brilliant.

-Where have you been?
-I'll explain later. Where is my Tardis?

In the cargo hold, of course.

Captain, is your aircraft all right?

Apart from some
damage to the hydraulics,

but we'll take some bits
off Victor Foxtrot.

-Ah. Not a good idea.
-But, Doctor, it would work.

-If that were Concorde.
-Well, it is Concorde.

That aircraft was damaged.
Now it's in perfect condition.

We must be hallucinating again.

I'm afraid not.
That's the Master's Tardis.

But it's a plane.

The Master's operated
his chameleon circuit.

And materialised around
the other aircraft.

Then Victor Foxtrot...

Is inside the Master's Tardis,
of course.

I wish I had time to explain
dimensional transcendentalism.

Look, I'm going into my Tardis.
You stay here.

No, Doctor. It's too dangerous.

-There's no other way.
-What are you going to do?

The Doctor's going to materialise
around the Master's Tardis.

-You know what happened before.
-There's no time for anything else.


We're too late.

With the power of the Xeraphin,
the Master will be invincible.

Without the bits he stole
from my Tardis,

we can only travel in this time zone.

We're stuck here?

I'm afraid so.


And so, it would seem, is the Master.

Come on.

Devious to the last, Doctor.

Technical hitch?

Your substitution
of the temporal limiter

for the time lapse compressor.

Ah. Well, that's the way it goes if you
will steal other people's property.

What's he talking about, Nyssa?
Have you been tampering with the Tardis?

-Of course not.
-Have you any idea

what would've happened if I tried to...

-Doctor, I think I can explain.
-You, Captain?

Yes, you see,
when we were on the Tardis,

I swapped some of the parts around.

I though it might
put a spanner in the works.

-It's a stupid idea, really.

It was brilliant.

Your prospects seem rather limited.

I can still operate my Tardis.

Ah, but such a restricted range.

Very well, Doctor.

What are your terms?

You return all the passengers,
we have access to both aircraft,

you return all the components
of my Tardis,

not necessary for the normal functioning
of your machine.

And what will you give me?

The temporal limiter.

Doctor, the nucleus of the Xeraphin...

He'll never give that up.
Without it, his Tardis is useless.

-Has he agreed?
-Well, we'll know that in a moment.


He's accepted.

-Is that the Master's Tardis?

-I don't believe it.
-SCOBIE: I think I'd rather hallucinate.

Captain, I'll need your aircraft
ready for takeoff as soon as possible.

We'll do our best. Roger, Andrew,
let's measure this ground for takeoff.

Now, you two, stay here.

If the Doctor gives the Master
a bit of the Tardis,

how do we get back?

He must be giving him
a redundant circuit.

You know how the Doctor
collects spare parts.

You seem to have mislaid
the quantum accelerator.

Not at all, Doctor.
You shall have it when you give me

the correctly programmed
temporal limiter.

If you'd be so good as to follow me.

No, Doctor,
they shall go when I permit them to.

Oh, Doctor, I shall need an external
power supply to start the engine.

It's 400 cycles, 115 volts.

Right, I'll run a line from the Tardis.
Oh, you'll need a compressed air supply.

I'm using the air
from the tyres of Victor Foxtrot.

And we can take
reducing valves and piping

from the air-conditioning system.

Doctor, you haven't got the quantum
accelerator back from the Master.

And he hasn't got the temporal limiter.

The idea, you see, is to keep him
waiting until we're ready to takeoff.

Why do we need Concorde?
Can't we all go back in the Tardis?

No, I need the Tardis
to deal with the Master.

Doctor, how are you
going to deal with the Master? Doctor?

I'm thinking about it.

-Hydraulics fixed.
-External power all right, Captain?

Yes. Tell the Doctor
we're ready, please.

I want to do a final walk
around the aircraft

while we're waiting for the Doctor.

I'm impatient to leave this place.

Tell the Doctor I require
the temporal limiter immediately.

Or I shall start
to eliminate your passengers.

Captain Stapley says
the aircraft is ready.

Good. I just need a few more minutes.

Doctor, hurry up. The Master's getting
trigger-happy out there.

Well, we better not keep him waiting.

It looks fine, Roger.

There's no guarantee
it'll stand up to the takeoff.

No knowing what will happen going over
this ground at 200 knots.

What happens when we get airborne?

That rather depends on the Doctor,
doesn't it?

Let's hope he knows what he's doing.


The quantum accelerator.

The temporal limiter.

Thank you.


Should I say au revoir, Doctor?


I suppose he could end up
anywhere in the universe.

Heathrow, actually.

-He's virtually running in a new Tardis.

In order to check out
the temporal dimensions,

he'll need to track back
the line of the time contour.

He'll land up in London
with that nucleus on board?

-But that's disaster!

Quite right. Shall we go on board?

The passengers are coming, too?

The passengers
are your responsibility, Tegan.

When you get them on board,
stand by these tyres.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we do apologise for the delay.

Your flight is now ready for boarding.

Would you care to proceed
to your aircraft immediately?


But the Master
will get to Earth before us.

Not with my temporal limiter in circuit.

Why? Doesn't it work?

Of course it does. You don't think
I could fool the Master, do you?

Mind you, there is an inhibition factor
inherent in the programming.

What does that mean?

He'll arrive after us.

Air on number three engine.

Start number three engine.


Start number two engine.


Air off. Get Tegan in here.

Start number one engine.

Start number four engine.

I want reverse thrust on three and four

so I can turn the aircraft
and clear that ramp.

I will abandon takeoff prior to V1
only on the loss of two engines.

-Ready to go?
-Yes, Doctor.

Fasten your seatbelt
for takeoff, please.

At V2, we'll maintain our climb out
at Theta-2 at full power.

Cross your fingers.

This is it, gentlemen.

Three, two, one, now.

Power checked.



What did I tell you, Doctor?
Finest aircraft in the world.


Gear up.

Where to now, Doctor?

Ah. I'll just programme
your flight computer.

Now, as we dematerialise, we reverse
the process of the time contour,

and kick Concorde
back onto its original flight path.

With a bit of luck.

What's happening?

Centre of gravity shifted.

The radio navigation is working!


It's not possible. From out of nowhere.

Speedbird Concorde Golf Alpha Charlie.

Roger. Speedbird Concorde
Golf Alpha Charlie descending to 350.

We're back.


Well, it's Heathrow airport.

We appear to be
on schedule for a change.

-What a funny way to travel.
-Kind of fun, though.

You miss it, don't you?

Oh, I don't know. It's not exactly dull
travelling with the Doctor.


Ah. Now what we need's a diversion.

Now with a bit of luck,
not to mention judgement...

The Master can't land.

No. Same coordinates as the Tardis.
But we got here first.


It's gone.

Knocked back into time-space
like a straight six into the pavilion.

Xeraphin will never
be able to regenerate.

Well, they stand a much better chance
on their own planet.

You sent them to Xeriphas?
But the radiation...

That was millions of years ago.

The atmosphere will be
perfectly clear by now.

Not a very nice climate
for the Master, though.

He'll just takeoff again.

Well, I think with that
extra energy on board,

my temporal limiter will need replacing.

-He's stuck on Xeriphas?

Let's hope it's for good.

Now, where's Tegan?

WOMAN ON PA: Air Australia
announces the departure

of flight AS342 to Sydney, Australia.

Will passengers proceed
through passport control to gate 14?

The airline, not to mention Whitehall,
is going to need a full explanation.

We did rescue the passengers and crew.

And got our own plane
back from a time warp.

Time warp indeed.

The Doctor was absolutely right.
We've been away for 140 million years.

What about the overtime?

You were only missing for 24 hours.
And what about Victor Foxtrot?

-Victor Foxtrot was never really lost.

Should be on the other side
of the sewage farm.

Must've been beside the ruins of
the citadel for 140 million years.

You just have to dig it up.



Oh, not that police box again.

It's the Doctor!

Ah, well, really, Officer,
we're just in transit, as it were.

Ah, just...

Captain Stapley,
I trust you had a good flight.

You're amazing, Doctor.

You know my friend,
the Airport Controller,

I'm sure he can
give you a full explanation.

I think I'm entitled to
a few explanations.

Er... Well, I'll just make
a quick phone call,

which should clear the whole thing up.

I thought the Doctor
was on Concorde with you.

Absolutely. But, you see,

that police box is
really a spaceship in disguise.

-And it's called the Tardis.
-Tardis? Tardis?

And it travels in time as well.

Gentlemen, if you persist
with this flippancy,

it will be time to talk about...



Happy landings, Doctor.

Happy landings, Doctor.

Hello. I thought you were
going with the Doctor.

So did I.