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DOCTOR WHO
REVENGE OF THE CYBERMEN
Written by
Gerry Davis (and Robert Holmes)
Part Two
(Overlap from the Doctor coming out from under the bed, but cut some)
[INT. Perimeter walkway]
(The DOCTOR and billowing smoke emerge from Kellman's quarters. SARAH's screams can be heard in the distance.)
DOCTOR: Sarah!
[INT. Crew quarters]
DOCTOR: Don't let it bite you!
(She is fighting the thing as its metal jaws keep lunging for her neck. She bats it to the ground and puts her hand to her neck. The DOCTOR throws some of the mini-nuggets of gold from his pocket at it, and it spins on the spot for a moment and then bucks a few times. SARAH collapses, breathing heavily. The DOCTOR pulls her hair to the side, and we see her veins pulsing as Warren's had. The DOCTOR examines her neck.)
HARRY: (rushing in) That sounded like Sarah. What's happened?
DOCTOR: That Cybermat's happened, Harry. Quick, into the transmat beam, quickly as you can. It's the only way to get the poison out of her system.
LESTER: She's got the plague.
DOCTOR: No, sir. (referring to the inert Cybermat) That's your so-called plague, Commander.
STEVENSON: Is this thing still dangerous, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Not anymore, but there are bound to be others around.
(The DOCTOR has carried SARAH from the room. STEVENSON gingerly gives the Cybermat a kick.)
[INT. Transmat area]
DOCTOR: Hang on to her, Harry. You'd better travel with her.
(The DOCTOR hands SARAH over to HARRY in the transmat area.)
HARRY: Where are we going?
DOCTOR: I'll set the beam for Voga. Do you know how to work the reciprocator?
HARRY: Er, yes, I've seen you do it.
DOCTOR: Off you go. No time to lose.
(The operation doesn't complete. The power seems to falter.)
LESTER: Has it gone wrong, Doctor?
DOCTOR: (checking the underside of the console) Sabotage.
STEVENSON: Sabotage?
DOCTOR: Someone's taken the pentalion drive.
STEVENSON: But who?
DOCTOR: Who removed the tape from your radio log? Who used Cybermats to murder your crew? And who's desperate to break all communication between this beacon and Voga?
[INT. Kellman's quarters]
(We see them continue to converse, on the small television receiver.)
STEVENSON [on screen]: You mean Kellman.
DOCTOR [on screen]: Exactly. Kellman. Your friendly exographer must be working for the Cybermen, Commander.
LESTER [on screen]: Then what are we waiting for? Let's get him.
(KELLMAN has heard enough. He disconnects and puts away the bits and pieces, including the hairbrush, and he fetches a fairly heavy weapon from the wardrobe.)
[INT. Near transmat area]
DOCTOR: Right, this might just work if I can adapt the monoso to a three-phase output.
HARRY: Doctor, she's not going to last much longer.
DOCTOR: I know, Harry, I know!
HARRY: She's reacting just like Warner. It's happening all over again.
(SARAH breathes heavily as HARRY holds her.)
[INT. Outside Kellman's quarters]
(The men run to Kellman's door. STEVENSON presses the button. When the door doesn't open, he hesitates for a moment, then knocks.)
STEVENSON: Kellman. (more knocking) Kellman!
[INT. Alien guild room]
(VORUS approaches a console set into rock and activates a round monitor on the wall in front of it. A rocket points upward in this view.)
MAGRIK: (entering) You sent for me?
VORUS: The Cybermen are moving.
MAGRIK: What? It's too soon.
VORUS: Our human agent reports they will soon have taken over the beacon. We have perhaps four hours to complete the Sky Striker.
MAGRIK: But that's impossible!
VORUS: Four hours, Magrik! Or all our dreams are ended.
MAGRIK: The Sky Striker is ready, but the bomb head hasn't been tested, and then it'll take four hours to fit.
VORUS: Then we must gamble, Magrik. The bomb head will be tested when it strikes the beacon.
MAGRIK: Very well. I'll send for every available engineer, Vorus. At once.
[INT. Kellman's quarters]
(The lock is shot out. LESTER and STEVENSON enter.)
LESTER: He's skipped.
STEVENSON: In quite a hurry, by the look of it. Come on.
[INT. Outside Kellman's quarters]
STEVENSON: Lester, you take that section. I'll look round the transom.
[INT. Transmat area]
(SARAH breathes heavily and murmurs faintly as the DOCTOR continues his work.)
DOCTOR: There isn't time to wire this in. I'll have to hold it in position. Ready?
(There is a great flash. The DOCTOR has his hands over his face and makes an 'ow!' kind of sound. He removes his hands, and the transmat operates.)
[INT. Transmat area on Voga]
(HARRY, SARAH in his arms, appears in a cave with transmat spheres in it.)
HARRY: Sarah.
SARAH: Hmm? Yeah?
HARRY: It's worked, Doctor! It's worked!
SARAH: Ooh, stop bawling down my ear. You've got a voice like a foghorn. Hey.
HARRY: What's the matter?
SARAH: What's going on here?
(He sets her on her own two feet.)
HARRY: Oh, well, that's marvellous, isn't it? Here I am, trying to save your life and all you can do-
SARAH: Trying to save-? I remember. That thing, it jumped on my neck. Where are we?
HARRY: A place called Voga, I think. The Doctor transmatted us to get rid of the poison. I might tell you, my girl, that you were on the point of popping off. I say, look at that.
SARAH: What is it?
HARRY: (examining the rocks) It looks very much like gold. It can't be. I don't believe it. There's some more of it over here.
SARAH: Oh, Harry.
HARRY: Look. Gold.
SARAH: Don't be so silly. It can't be gold.
HARRY: Sarah, solid gold.
SARAH: Harry, stop it. Anyway, it isn't ours.
HARRY: Well, it isn't anybody's, is it, just lying scattered around here.
(Along the underground river arrive skiffs containing three Vogan GUARDS.)
HARRY: I'm rich. I can buy myself out of the Navy, buy a quiet little practice in the country, solid gold stethoscope. Uh, oh. That's torn it.
(The GUARDS drag them away.)
HARRY: All right, steady on, old chap.
SARAH: Ow. Hey!
[INT. Perimeter walkway]
(KELLMAN is walking clockwise slowly, gun drawn.)
STEVENSON: (holding his own gun) Put that gun down, Kellman.
KELLMAN: All right, Commander. Go ahead and shoot. Neither of us can miss at this range.
STEVENSON: I said 'put that gun down'.
KELLMAN: Oh, no.
STEVENSON: You can't get away.
KELLMAN: That's right, Commander. I'm going into my cabin. You can lock me in if you like. Just don't try to follow
(From the direction of said cabin, LESTER jumps onto KELLMAN, gun at his neck.)
STEVENSON: Well done, Lester. You walked right into it.
[EXT. Mine]
SARAH: Let go!
HARRY: This isn't necessary, you know. You're making a fuss about nothing at all.
SARAH: [overlapping him, undecipherable amid echoes] Harry, tell them.
HARRY: I'm trying to tell them but they don't seem to-
(The two are pushed into a motorised cart, which might be made of gold.)
SARAH: Please, where are you taking us? We weren't trying to steal your gold if that's what you're thinking. Well, not really.
HARRY: Of course we weren't. We were just-
[INT. Transmat-area control room]
DOCTOR: Voga, otherwise known as the Planet of Gold, is hated and feared by Cybermen because gold is lethal to them.
STEVENSON: How?
DOCTOR: It's the perfect non-corrodible metal. It plates their breathing apparatus and in effect suffocates them. Doesn't it, Professor? Now Sarah and Harry are down there, and without that pentalion drive I can't bring them back.
LESTER: We found this in his cabin.
DOCTOR: Yes. Keeps in touch with his masters. What have you done with the pentalion drive, Professor?
KELLMAN: I don't know what you're talking about.
LESTER: He's lying.
DOCTOR: (beginning to disassemble the unit) I think he's lying.
KELLMAN: What are you doing with that?
DOCTOR: This? Oh, nothing. Why, is it important?
KELLMAN: No.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think our friend is lying to gain time.
KELLMAN: I don't know what you mean.
DOCTOR: But time for what, I wonder.
[INT. Cybermen's ship]
(On the main screen, we see: 'RAD INPUT. Log 31..08. Axis. 13..13..051 Range 11---42-9 Analysis. Type R"L" Anti-sine energy (Phobic) Mag. 27 n 09 R"')
CYBERMAN: Computer reports heavy phobic energy discharge between the beacon and Voga.
CYBERLEADER: (status denoted by black helmet) That means the humans have recently used their transmat beam.
CYBERMAN: Yes, Leader.
CYBERLEADER: Time to docking?
CYBERMAN: Sixteen minutes.
CYBERLEADER: Good. Order the boarding party to the forward hatch.
[INT. Alien guild room]
SARAH: The Doctor'll be worrying about us.
HARRY: I'm worrying about us. What is this place, anyway?
SARAH: I can tell you what it isn't. It isn't uninhabited.
(GUARDS open the doors to this fine chamber, and VORUS enters. He seats himself at the head of the ornate, seal-bearing table.)
VORUS: So, you are from the beacon. Why have you come to Voga? Was it to escape the plague?
SARAH: Yes. Yes, that's right, the plague.
VORUS: You're lying! And now tell me the truth.
SARAH: I'm not lying. I had the plague-
VORUS: When the plague had done its work, there were to be four humans left alive. That was the plan.
HARRY: Plan? You mean you deliberately planned to des-
VORUS: You were not among the four.
SARAH: We arrived after the plague, but I was bitten and the Doctor put me in the matter beam to cure me, didn't he, Harry?
HARRY: Yes, that's right. It's the truth. And I came with her because she was dying. And we really weren't trying to steal your gold.
VORUS: So how many humans are on the beacon now? (approaching them, alongside one of the room's tall wound-ribbon-style golden sculptures) If you refuse to answer, you will suffer, and then I will ask you again, and then you will answer. Do you understand?
HARRY: (whispering) Yes.
VORUS: Humans are reported to have some intelligence. When Vorus, leader of the Guardians, asks you a question, it is not wise to refuse to answer. (something rings) Take them out and put them in confinement. I'll question them later.
(The pair are led away. VORUS uses the console to turn on the monitor, and we see a Vogan with long white beard.)
VORUS: Greetings, Councillor Tyram.
TYRAM [on screen]: Ah, Vorus. There are matters of importance I must discuss with you.
VORUS: Yes?
TYRAM [on screen]: Not over the vision projector. Here in the city.
VORUS: I am not aware of anything of such importance, Councillor.
TYRAM [on screen]: I am, and, as always, Vorus, I look forward to our meeting with the keenest pleasure, so I've sent our fastest skimmer to collect you.
[INT. Near transmat area]
(The DOCTOR is still under the curved bank of transmat controls, busy.)
STEVENSON: As a space service commander, there are certain crimes where I can order immediate execution.
[INT. Control room]
STEVENSON: And you have murdered forty-seven members of my crew and jeopardised our mission.
KELLMAN: (seated) You're talking rubbish, Commander.
LESTER: Shooting's too good for him.
STEVENSON: So what's it going to be, Kellman?
KELLMAN: Be?
STEVENSON: Are you going to die now, or are you going to tell us where that pentalion drive is?
KELLMAN: You're not frightening me, Commander. You won't shoot.
STEVENSON: But I have every right.
KELLMAN: You can't prove a thing.
STEVENSON: No? Well, what about that box you had? The Doctor says it controls the Cybermats.
KELLMAN: And I say it's an instrument for analysing mineral elements. Every exographer carries one.
LESTER: Look.
(From behind a cabinet a Cybermat appears.)
DOCTOR: Leave it. Don't shoot, Commander.
(KELLMAN's face distorts as the silver creature slides across the floor toward him. It rears up.)
KELLMAN: Stop it! For heaven's sake, do something!
DOCTOR: After you've been bitten, Kellman, you'll have just ten seconds to remember where that pentalion drive is, if you want to live.
(The Cybermat rears up again.)
KELLMAN: All right, all right! It's around my neck. Take it.
DOCTOR: Splendid.
(The DOCTOR uses the box in his hand to make the Cybermat go limp. He grabs the drive from around KELLMAN's neck.)
DOCTOR: Good. Now we can get Harry and Sarah back.
[EXT. Cave-type area]
(HARRY and SARAH are shackled in a gold-littered area behind some stalactites and stalagmites.)
HARRY: (pulling at the chains to the shackles round his ankles) Sarah, these chains are solid gold.
SARAH: Harry, will you just shut up about your rotten gold?
HARRY: Twenty-four carat, by the looks of it.
SARAH: It's because of gold that we're in this mess.
HARRY: Just thinking.
SARAH: Well, don't!
HARRY: Gold's a very soft metal, isn't it, Sarah? So if we can find a decent bit of rock, we might be able to file through.
SARAH: Well, we can't just sit here glittering, can we?
[INT. Tyram's office]
(Two robed figures open the doors, and VORUS enters. TYRAM is seated at an almost-semicircular gold desk. The golden doors close.)
VORUS: You said a matter of importance, Chief Councillor.
TYRAM: Yes. I have a report that two aliens, two humans, have been seen in the upper gold mine.
VORUS: What?
TYRAM: By ancient tradition, your guards control the gold mines and the routes to the surface. If humans have set foot on Voga, it can only have been with your connivance, Vorus.
VORUS: You have no proof of this absurd allegation.
TYRAM: Nonetheless, I believe it.
(TYRAM pulls a curtain at the side of the room, and we see a Vogan's body.)
TYRAM: Whatever is happening in the gold mines, Vorus, strange stories have reached my ears. Your guards have never before resorted to murder.
VORUS: It was a matter of internal discipline.
TYRAM: I know your ambitions, Vorus. I know you see Voga as a great power again, trading its gold with other planets in the galaxy.
VORUS: Why not? Why should we remain forever underground, cowering from the memory of something that happened centuries ago?
TYRAM: Because this way, we survive. While no-one suspects that Voga is inhabited, that this is the famous Planet of Gold, we remain safe.
VORUS: Safe? You have the philosophy of a cringing mouse, Tyram.
TYRAM: And you're a gambler with a mad thirst for power. That's why I no longer trust you and the Guardians. My senior militia are taking over control of the gold mines.
VORUS: You dare to challenge the traditional authority of the Guardians?
TYRAM: To maintain security, Vorus. The militia are moving into the gold mines at this moment.
VORUS: We shall see! (He turns round to leave.)
TYRAM: Your men are outnumbered, Vorus, and the troops have orders to crush any resistance. If there is any bloodshed, remember it will be on your hands.
VORUS: I shall have you removed from office for this!
(He bangs the doors once with his staff, and the robed VOGANS open them.)
[EXT. Cave-type area]
(HARRY is bashing at SARAH's shackles with a rock.)
SARAH: Ow! Careful!
HARRY: Sorry. It is flattening, though.
SARAH: So's my ankle.
HARRY: (after two more hits) Yeah, I think you might be able to get your foot through now.
SARAH: Let's have a go, then.
HARRY: Come on, one more pull. It's coming.
SARAH: It hurts!
HARRY: Tibias, or rather fetlocks, like a cart-horse.
SARAH: My ankles aren't thick!
HARRY: Come on. Pull.
SARAH: There!
HARRY: Well done. Now you can have a go at mine.
SARAH: Wait a minute. If I can break off one of those stalagmites, we might be able to use it as a lever.
[EXT. Mines]
(We see running feet. Some GUARDIANS position themselves, lying in wait for a trolley of three MILITIA members.)
VOGAN: Fire once over their heads.
(They do so. The MILITIA men jump up and run to the sides of the area.)
VOGAN: Stay back! No-one enters the guild room of the Guardians.
SHEPRAH: Hold your positions while I check for fresh orders from Tyram.
(This younger, long-haired robed MAN runs back while the others remain under fire.)
[INT. Outside the guild room]
(Two GUARDIANS guard a door in the background. We can hear semi-distant gunfire.)
MAGRIK: They must be kept from this section at all costs.
VORUS: If Tyram finds our Sky Striker, all our years of work will have been for nothing.
MAGRIK: I agree.
VORUS: As for the two humans from the beacon, have them killed immediately.
MAGRIK: Without further questioning?
VORUS: If they fall into Tyram's hands, he might learn too much of our plans. They have to be silenced.
MAGRIK: Very well. I'll send a detachment to deal with them.
[INT. Transmat area]
DOCTOR: Right. Now let's see if it works.
(He activates the transmat. Nobody appears on the pads.)
DOCTOR: Strange.
STEVENSON: Isn't it working?
DOCTOR: Yes, full power. They must have left the receptor circle.
LESTER [OC]: Commander.
[INT. Control room]
LESTER: I'm getting a signal on the radar screen.
STEVENSON: It could be an incoming ship.
LESTER: There's nothing due for another twelve days.
STEVENSON: Try to get a contact.
LESTER: This is Nerva Beacon to approaching craft. How do you read me? Over. (there is only faint static) Nothing.
STEVENSON: It must be a spaceship. Look, it's coming directly towards us. Keep trying them, Lester.
LESTER: This is Nerva Beacon to approaching craft. Do you read me? This is Nerva Beacon. Would you kindly give your identity signal?
[EXT. Cave-like area]
(SARAH manages to get HARRY's shackle open, which sends her backward.)
SARAH: Ow!
HARRY: Maimed for life.
SARAH: Honestly, I don't know why you're complaining. I got you free. (she hears a humming sound) What's that?
HARRY: Sounds like another of their dodgem cars.
SARAH: It's coming this way.
HARRY: Quick.
(HARRY pulls SARAH to the side. A trolley carries three GUARDIANS in. Noticing the empty shackles, they leave the area to seek the captives further afield.)
[EXT. Mines]
HARRY: This way. (they walk a short way) Sorry, old girl, dead end. Back we go.
SARAH: No, we can't, Harry. Look.
(There is a GUARDIAN heading in their direction.)
SARAH: We're trapped.
(MILITIA show up at the other end of the passage.)
SARAH: Over there!
(As the MILITIA fire at the GUARDIAN, SARAH and HARRY head into a side tunnel.
The GUARDIAN meanwhile fires back at the MILITIA.)
SARAH: Harry!
HARRY: What?
SARAH: They're coming!
(GUARDIANS chase them down the long mine tunnel.)
[INT. Control room]
STEVENSON: It must be within visual range now. Try to get a scanner contact.
(The monitor shows the Cybermen's ship.)
LESTER: There she is.
STEVENSON: I don't recognise that type. (The image is zoomed in.)
LESTER: Never seen anything like it before.
STEVENSON: There are missile tubes in the nose cone.
LESTER: It must be an alien.
STEVENSON: This is Nerva Beacon. You are approaching Nerva Beacon.
(The ship rotates toward the beacon.)
STEVENSON: We are in quarantine by orders from Earth Centre. I repeat, we are in quarantine. Stand away.
LESTER: They're deliberately ignoring our signals, Commander. Look, they're moving into docking orbit.
STEVENSON: The fools!
[EXT. Mines]
(There are several uneven steps carved into the rock. HARRY and SARAH start to run down them.)
HARRY: Careful. Quick. (He takes her hand.)
(Several GUARDIANS are in pursuit. At the bottom of the steps is the underground river.)
SARAH: Oh, Harry.
(The GUARDIANS run up behind them.)
HARRY: This looks like the end, Sarah.
SARAH: One thing about you, Harry - you never miss the obvious.
HARRY: Why don't they just finish us off?
SHEPRAH: (from a rock gallery) Vogans of Vorus, lay down your weapons! You are surrounded!
(The GUARDIANS appear indecisive. Then several more MILITIA members arrive. The GUARDIANS set down their weapons and place their hands at head level.)
SARAH: Now what?
[INT. Tyram's office]
(Several robed VOGANS are present.)
TYRAM: The plague?
SHEPRAH: They seem confused. At first, they spoke of this scourge as a plague, but then one of them said that the humans were killed by poison.
TYRAM: I will see them myself, Sheprah. Are the Guardians resisting our militia?
SHEPRAH: Not in the galleries. They are holding a defensive position outside the guild chambers.
TYRAM: Ha! I expected Vorus'd make the guild chambers his strong point. Let him hold that for the present.
SHEPRAH: One determined assault is all that is needed to occupy them.
TYRAM: Let me see the two human captives. If Vorus has committed treason, I might give him the chance to die in battle.
SHEPRAH: You think he is a traitor, Chancellor?
TYRAM: After the cataclysms of our ancient past, Sheprah, we've survived down here only by regarding all outsiders as hostile.
[INT. Control room]
(We see the Cybermen's ship approach to dock.)
LESTER: They're docking!
(We hear the echo of the contact made.)
DOCTOR: We've got to stop them getting in.
STEVENSON: But who?
DOCTOR [OC]: Cybermen!
(They run to the perimeter walkway, which leaves KELLMAN in the control room.)
[INT. Docking bay]
(The DOCTOR sprints to the docking hatch and tries to turn the wheel to lock it.)
DOCTOR: No good.
STEVENSON: Good grief!
(The CYBERLEADER steps through the hatch, followed by two other CYBERMEN that we can see. STEVENSON and LESTER pelt them with rapid gunfire. This has no effect. The weapon at the top of the CYBERLEADER's head makes a small sound, and both men fall to the floor. The DOCTOR quietly moves away. He gets as far as the walkway before the CYBERLEADER spots him and fires. He too falls to the floor.)
CYBERMAN: All resistance overcome.
CYBERLEADER: The beacon is ours.
The above notes, transcription, etc. by Anna Shefl
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