[ Index for this Doctor ]
[ Index for this story  ]

DOCTOR WHO
THE SUNMAKERS

Written by
Robert Holmes

Part Four

(Overlap from shots of Mandrell's face, the dial, and a struggling Leela)

[INT. Exchange Hall]

COLLECTOR: That noise, Hade, can't something be done about it? We shan't hear her.
HADE: It's vibration in the exchanger, your Magnificence.
COLLECTOR: I know what it is. I don't want my pleasure ruined by it.
MARN: Her cries will be clearly audible, your Honour.
COLLECTOR: What's that? The subtleties will be lost - the deeper notes of despair, the final dying cadences. The whole point of a good steaming is the range it affords.
HADE: Marn, uh, erm, no. I'll see if the discriminator can be adjusted, your Immensity. (He leaves the area.)

[INT. Main Control]

(The DOCTOR reaches the end of the pipe into the steamy condensation chamber, shining his torch beyond the darkness. He sees LEELA, who has ceased struggling. He walks to her side and lifts the frame around her. LEELA weakly tries to sit up, and the DOCTOR places a hand over her mouth. He begins to undo her bonds.)
MANDRELL: Doctor, can you hear me?

[INT. Condensation chamber]

MANDRELL [OC]: I can't give you any longer.

[INT. Main Control]

MANDRELL: The exchanger's going to blow any second.

[INT. Exchange Hall]

MANDRELL [OC]: Get out, Doctor. Get out now!
(We see the speaker lights flash in time with his words as they are broadcast throughout the venue. In the condensation chamber, the DOCTOR undoes LEELA's final restraint and directs her into the vent ahead of him. Outside, we see HADE re-join the COLLECTOR and company.)
COLLECTOR: What was it?
HADE: I thought I heard someone say 'Doc-Tor', your Sagacity. It wasn't the girl. There hasn't been a peep out of her.
COLLECTOR: Precisely, Hade. Something has gone wrong. Order the guards to investigate.
HADE: Immediately, your Omniscience. Come along, Marn!

[INT. Main Control]

SYNGE: Flow valves open.
MANDRELL: Main pumps in.
SYNGE: Sixty atmospheres. Still rising.
MANDRELL: Plug auxiliaries in, quick!
SYNGE: Auxiliaries in. She's cooling. Look! (The dials reflect this.)
MANDRELL: We've made it, unless the air plates have buckled, Synge.
SYNGE: Let's hope they haven't.
CORDO: Do you think the Doctor got out in time?
BISHAM: If he didn't, he wouldn't have known much about it.
MANDRELL: We gave him his two minutes, more than his two minutes.
CORDO: Listen. In the vent! He's made it!
(Followed by BISHAM and then MANDRELL, he runs to the hatch. The two open it and bend down. LEELA's head emerges.)
CORDO: Leela!
DOCTOR: Who was making all that noise?
MANDRELL: I was, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I told you not to use that radio link.
BISHAM: We had to tell you that your time was up, Doctor.
DOCTOR: You told the Collector too! That fish-blooded sadist had Leela's casket wired for sound.
LEELA: What's happening? (gesturing to MANDRELL) What's he doing here?
CORDO: We've sired a revolution, Leela. Down with the Company, eh, fellas!
DOCTOR: Ah, ah, Cordo. We've got a great deal to do yet.
BISHAM: It's going well, though, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Is it?
BISHAM: The PCM is clearing from the air faster than I expected. It's down ten points already.
MANDRELL: All my men are out putting some fight into the work units. If just one district joins the resistance the word will spread through the whole city.
(The screen shows the guards' COMMANDER whisper to the COLLECTOR.)
DOCTOR: Sssh. Where's the public video system controlled from?
MANDRELL: The Collector's palace.
BISHAM: Yes, he runs everything from the computer room. Why, Doctor?
DOCTOR: If the public video system announced there'd been a successful rebellion, think of the effect, hmm.
LEELA: Everyone would believe it.
DOCTOR: Right.
BISHAM: Yes, but the palace is guarded by his Inner Retinue.
DOCTOR: He's guarded by his Inner Retinue, and most of them are down there with him. Come on, Leela, let's go.
LEELA: MegroGuards! MegroGuards coming this way!
DOCTOR: Everybody keep calm, keep calm. Keep quiet. (directing people into position) You two, back there. You three, over there. Leela, behind the door.
(Two GUARDS in blue uniforms enter, with large weapons in their hands.)
SYNGE: What do you want here?
CORDO: All right, drop your guns.
(The GUARDS lower their weapons, while the DOCTOR fishes a pair of handcuffs from one of his pockets.)
DOCTOR: All right, tie them up.
(MANDRELL and LEELA hurry the GUARDS away.)
DOCTOR: Pretty soon, Bisham, you'll be under siege here. K9? (to BISHAM) I want you to hold out as long as possible.
BISHAM: Yes, Doctor.
CORDO: We'll do it, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Of course you will.
CORDO: Now we have more weapons, we can hold the corridor.
DOCTOR: Good man. K9?
LEELA: K9?
DOCTOR: K9?
ALL: K9?
(As they keep calling, the mechanical dog appears.)
DOCTOR: K9, where are you?
K9: Master.
DOCTOR: Ah, there you are. Listen, I want you to give my friends all the help they need. You understand?
K9: I am at full offensive capability, Master.
DOCTOR: You're a good dog. Come on, Leela. (at the door) Gentlemen, good luck.
BISHAM: Thank you, Doctor.
MANDRELL: Right, Doctor.

[INT. Exchange Hall]

COLLECTOR: An unprofitable operation, Hade.
HADE: Your Supernal Eminence, I simply can't understand it. No-one has ever endured a steaming without vocalising in the most gratifying fashion.
COLLECTOR: A complete waste of time. And we've lost point oh four seven per cent in production. Unpaid overtime to be introduced immediately for all work grades. See to it!
HADE: Without fail, Monstrosity, without fail.
(The guard COMMANDER enters and salutes.)
COLLECTOR: What is it?
COMMANDER: Your Excellence, sir, some minor disturbances. It may not be wise to travel in the subways until the trouble has been suppressed.
COLLECTOR: What trouble?
COMMANDER: It appears that some of the work units are refusing to leave their dormers, Excellency.
HADE: Refusing to leave? I've, I've never heard of such a thing.
COLLECTOR: This situation must be normalised. Any sustained unrest among the work force will adversely affect Company profitability.
HADE: Sing adoration to our company!
COMMANDER: I have dispatched a division of the retinue, Excellency. The account will be swiftly settled.
COLLECTOR: With interest, Commander. They must be made to pay.
HADE: I will introduce a swingeing output-linked penalty tax in my next monthly budget, your Corpulence.
COLLECTOR: The Doctor must be behind it. I sense the vicious doctrine of egalitarianism, Hade.
(His chair begins whirring around in tight circles.)
HADE: Everyone knows your senses are infallible, your Promontory.
COLLECTOR: Have the two guards reported from Main Control yet?
HADE: No, your Omnipresence. My underling Marn is investigating.
COLLECTOR: Not good enough, Hade. (HADE lowers his head) Not good enough. I am noting your work rate.
HADE: (with gusto) I will instigate action myself, your Aggrandisement. Instantly. Immediately.

[INT. Main Control]

CORDO: You'll never believe this, Bisham, but I'm really beginning to enjoy myself.
BISHAM: The air's better without PCM, isn't it?
SYNGE: Yes, we'll never pay breathing taxes to the Company again.
MANDRELL: Oh, we'll pay no more taxes, brother. The Gatherer's got his last talmar off of us.
CORDO: I feel so good, like a new man!
MANDRELL: Keep an eye on the corridor, Cordo, or you'll be a dead new man.
CORDO: All right, Mandrell. I know. K9's got it covered.
SYNGE: I wonder what's happening in the subways and dormers.
BISHAM: Well, theoretically, the dispersion rate of the PCM should be slower down there, but there should be something happening by now.
MANDRELL: If the work units turn, the guard'll really have their hands full.

[INT. Dormer]

GUARD: Come on, move yourselves. Report for work at once. Work! Work! Work!
(The WORKERS grumble in a disgruntled fashion.)
GUARD: Gatherer's orders.
GOUDRY [OC]: Strike, brother. Join us or get out.
GUARD: (turning) Who said that? Who was it?
GOUDRY: Me. Nobody works today. (He lounges across the passageway.)
VEET: Nobody works today.
GUARD: That's mutiny against the Company. You've just earned yourself an early death day, citizen.
(The WORKERS reach out and subdue him. VEET and GOUDRY laugh as the scene dissolves.)

[INT. Collector's office]

(A blue-uniformed GUARD somersaults into the room. In pursuit, LEELA enters, running over to him with her knife out.)
DOCTOR: No, no, no!
LEELA: Why not?
DOCTOR: No, don't kill him. He hasn't done you any harm.
LEELA: Then I shall kill him before he does.
DOCTOR: No. (to the GUARD) Get up. Come on, get up.
LEELA: Doctor, the last one I spared got away and warned his comrades. That is why I was captured.
DOCTOR: Then we'll make sure this one doesn't get away. (to the GUARD) Here, look at me. Look at me! Now listen. It's your sleep time, sleep time. You're feeling very sleepy. Very sleepy. (the man's head starts to nod) It's your sleep time. You will go to sleep and stay asleep until I tell you to wake up. (we hear heavy breathing and pan out to see LEELA with head lolled too) Until I tell you to wake up. (walking past LEELA) Come on. Come on.
(She hasn't followed, so he turns and sees her. He covers the GUARD's ears before speaking.)
DOCTOR: Wake up.
LEELA: (with a start) How did you do that?
DOCTOR: What, that? Pfft, it's just a knack. You've either got it or you haven't.
LEELA: Doctor!
DOCTOR: (whispering) What is it?
LEELA: (in a whisper) This is where the grey one - uh, the Collector - sat.
DOCTOR: (whispering) What, like a spider in the middle of a web?
LEELA: (still whispering) Yes, yes.
DOCTOR: I understand all this. He has a computer feeding and analysing the daily returns from each megropolis. Suppose. suppose he wants to broadcast some pleasing bit of news, hmm? Like the imposition of a double-vision tax on people with more than one eye. Well, then, he feeds it in to there.
LEELA: He fed it in to here.
DOCTOR: He did?

[INT. Exchange Hall]

HADE: (hurrying in) I fear the situation is worsening, your Grossness.
COLLECTOR: Laxity, Hade, laxity and weakness. You have shown them too much kindness. A grave error of judgement. Grinding oppression of the masses is the only policy that pays dividends.
HADE: Your Oratundity, my MegroGuards are outnumbered by the rabble. If I could have two divisions of the Inner Retinue?
COLLECTOR: The sole task of the Inner Retinue is to protect my person. You've mishandled the situation, Hade. As for your ambition to become Taxmaster General, after this, forget it!
MARN: (entering) Your Honour.
HADE: What is it, Marn?
MARN: I've just heard that some of the work units have gone to the roof of Block Forty to have a look at our sun.
HADE: Outrageous! Sacrilege! The work units are absolutely forbidden to see the light of the sun. It's far too good for them. I'll soon deal with this.
COLLECTOR: (as HADE and MARN exit) A combat situation is escalating. Those idiots have let it get out of hand. It is imperative that I return to the palace to implement my contingency plans.
COMMANDER: But Excellency, there's fighting in the-
COLLECTOR: Quiet! The Inner Retinue will march around me in close order. Their bodies will shield me. Now hurry.

[INT. Collector's office]

(The DOCTOR's hand feels around to the large red button on the Collector's desk from below. He is under the desk, checking out the system's inner workings. His head rises above the desk, and he considers the button and works with the connection leading to it.)
LEELA: Doctor, come here.
DOCTOR: That should do it. (to LEELA) Hmm?
LEELA: Doctor! What is this?
(He follows her to one of the walls, which has a grey dial on it, set in a D-shaped door.)
DOCTOR: What, that? It's a safe. Company vault.
LEELA: Doctor, is there-
DOCTOR: Sssh.
(He starts turning the dial, with his ear to the wall.)
LEELA: (whispering) Is there something behind the door?
DOCTOR: What was that?
LEELA: I heard nothing.
DOCTOR: Neither did I.
LEELA: Then why are we whispering?
DOCTOR: (still whispering) I always whisper when I'm opening safes. What is it?
LEELA: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: I don't know. It always looks so easy.
(He steps back and gets out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at the safe mechanism. We hear it start clicking, and the DOCTOR exhales. He smiles, and the large handle in the door turns. He pulls it open, and LEELA steps inside the D profile, with the DOCTOR following. They peer into the strongroom.)
LEELA: (no longer whispering) Why was it locked?
DOCTOR: I don't know.

[INT. Strongroom]

(They attempt to enter the strongroom at the same time and step back when finding the opening beside its thick door too narrow. Then, LEELA makes a run in, on her own.)
DOCTOR: No!
(She is caught in an energy field consisting of numerous horizontal green lines. When the field disappears, she sags and falls into the strongroom. The DOCTOR steps to the threshold and looks for a catch to disarm the field. He finds it, on the side, and presses it. He walks over to LEELA and checks her status.)
DOCTOR: Why won't you listen to me, hmm? Why don't you girls listen to me?

[INT. Main Control]

(MANDRELL approaches BISHAM, who is working near the public-address screen.)
BISHAM: The PCM in the atmosphere has fallen to three parts in a thousand.
COMPUTER: Attention, all citizens. Attention, all citizens. Stand by for an important public bulletin. Megropolis 1 is now under the management of the Citizens' Revolution. The Director, the Tax Gatherer, and all other Company officials are to be arrested on sight.
MANDRELL: It's happened.

[INT. Corridor]

(At a smaller screen, MARN stands listening.)
COMPUTER: All guards are ordered to lay down their arms and join their fellow citizens in peaceful co-operation.
(MARN hears the rabble approaching, and she ducks behind a corner.)
CORDO: There! Stop or we fire. Get her!
(She holds out her handgun, then passes it to the group with a smile.)
MARN: Citizens, I'd like to join the revolution.

[INT. Main Control]

COMPUTER: The rule of the Company is ended. All workplaces will remain closed until further notice. Long live the revolution.
CORDO: Woo-hoooo!
(He fires at the ceiling, exuberantly. A piece of equipment makes a noise in response. MANDRELL and BISHAM hit the deck.)
CORDO: It's over!
BISHAM: Cordo!
CORDO: We've won!
BISHAM: We haven't.
CORDO: What?
BISHAM: That bulletin was fixed. It was the Doctor trying to push things on a bit.
MANDRELL: That'll bring the whole city onto our side. I don't know why you're hesitating.
CORDO: Yes! We've got the guns. We should get out and help them!
MANDRELL: What do you think, Bisham?
BISHAM: Cordo's right. The fight has moved on from here.
MANDRELL: Synge. You can run things down here.
SYNGE: I suppose so, but leave K9 guarding the corridor, eh, just in case?
BISHAM: Yes, of course.

[EXT. Block 40]

(HADE addresses members of the public, who are lounging on the rooftop near the TARDIS.)
HADE: You there! What are you scum doing up here? This is an abominable crime, an outrage! Leave at once, do you hear me?
VEET: It's the Gatherer. It's the Gatherer! (She starts running toward him.)
HADE: (as shouting begins) I order you to leave. You'll pay dearly. Keep back! Don't you dare! I'm an official of the Company!
(He has his arms folded even as the citizens lift him into the air and to the edge of the high rise. Cheering, they lob him over, and he sails through the air and out of sight. The people wave and cheer.)
VEET: And we'll do the same for the Collector when we find him, won't we, citizens?
ALL: Yes!

[INT. Collector's office]

(The COLLECTOR enters, with his chair stopping for a moment as he notes the GUARD sleeping against the wall. He continues on, to his desk. From the strongroom, the DOCTOR hears him and returns the small tile he is holding to one of the many rows of these that cover the walls. He exits the strongroom, carrying a metal chair.)
COLLECTOR: (without looking up) Kindly make less noise.
DOCTOR: Oh, I was just checking the books.
COLLECTOR: Your appearance is not unexpected.
DOCTOR: I'm not the auditor; I'm the Doctor.
COLLECTOR: I know! (he starts reaching for the red button, then sees the chair held high) If you intend to kill me, as you see, I'm unarmed.
DOCTOR: No, I won't kill you, just close you down. (He sets the chair down and sits.)
COLLECTOR: An idle boast. Other competitors have tried. Would you care to see our prospectus?
DOCTOR: (taking the proffered black folder) Oh, delighted, delighted. (perusing it) Hmm. Company solidly based, with a widely diversified operational field. Yes. (He throws down the prospectus.)
COLLECTOR: You're a fool, Doctor. I shall have you steamed for your interference.
(He hits the red button, which is spring-loaded and bounces out of the desk.)
DOCTOR: (catching it) Yes, I cut the answering service not to interrupt our little conference.
COLLECTOR: Very well. I see I underestimated you. What are your terms?
DOCTOR: (squatting) Tell me about the Company.
COLLECTOR: Ah, you're interested!
DOCTOR: Yes.
COLLECTOR: Oh, an excellent outfit to work for, Doctor. Progress from medium- to senior-management level can be remarkably rapid for the talented executive.
DOCTOR: Yes, cut the sales talk. Where's the head office?
COLLECTOR: Usurius.
DOCTOR: Ah. I might have guessed from your squiddy little eyes. Hmm.
COLLECTOR: You are acquainted with our species?
DOCTOR: Oh yes, oh yes. The Usurians are listed in Professor Thripted's Flora and Fauna of the Universe under poisonous fungi.
COLLECTOR: I don't entirely like your attitude. If you want to get on in the Company, you have to- (as the DOCTOR tears off his adding-machine-style printouts) What? What? Are you mad?
DOCTOR: (as he reads) Quite mad. Mad as a hatter. (screwing up the tape and hurling it past him) Tell me, how did you get control of humanity?
COLLECTOR: A normal business operation. The Company was looking for property in this sector. Earth was running down, its people dying. We made a deal.
DOCTOR: Go on.
COLLECTOR: Yes. We moved them all to Mars...

[INT. Strongroom]

(LEELA stirs.)
COLLECTOR [OC]: ...after our engineers had made that planet habitable for their species.

[INT. Collector's office]

DOCTOR: And then taxed the life out of them. I mean, to recover your capital costs.
COLLECTOR: Quite so, quite so. Then, when the resources of Mars were exhausted in their turn, we created a new environment for them here on Pluto.
DOCTOR: Phew. What about the four intervening planets?
COLLECTOR: They weren't considered viable by our engineers.
DOCTOR: So then you really put the screws on. I mean, the running costs must be very high.
COLLECTOR: Six suns to be fuelled and serviced.
DOCTOR: Six suns. Six! My, my. And so when this planet's exhausted, you can move your slave labour force elsewhere?
COLLECTOR: Alas, no. There is nowhere else that is economic. This branch will close.
DOCTOR: Leaving the humans to die.
COLLECTOR: When the suns have run down, yes. A matter of a few years without fuel. They're not a good work force in any case. Many of our other operations produce a much higher return with less labour.
DOCTOR: You blood-sucking leech! You won't stop until you own the entire galaxy, will you, huh? Don't you think commercial imperialism is as bad as military conquest?
COLLECTOR: We have tried war, but the use of economic power is far more effective.
DOCTOR: You- (stopping at the sound of weapons) Ah, the revolution's getting nearer. What's the Company policy on that?
COLLECTOR: It will be quelled. Business will continue as usual.
DOCTOR: Oh, wake up. Wake up. Look at the facts.
(The GUARD does so.)
COLLECTOR: I know the facts.
DOCTOR: You and a handful of bureaucrats won't put the people back in chains now. Hmm?
COLLECTOR: Then they will die.
(The GUARD walks up behind the DOCTOR and places his sidearm at the back of the Time Lord's neck.)
DOCTOR: Oh, it's you again. (doing a double-take) What did I say?
COLLECTOR: Our conference has gone on too long, Doctor. It is time to implement contingency plan A. (turning and opening a panel, at which point the DOCTOR laughs) This switch controls the sprinkler valves throughout the city.
DOCTOR: Rain stops play. I don't think that'll damp down this revolution.
COLLECTOR: The sprinklers will release dianane, a deadly poison. Within ten seconds, everyone in the city will be dead.
DOCTOR: Except you.
COLLECTOR: Exactly. I do not breathe air.
DOCTOR: No, but this chap at my shoulder, he breathes air.
COLLECTOR: Kill him!
DOCTOR: Don't be a fool.
COLLECTOR: Guard, kill him!
(As the GUARD raises his gun to the DOCTOR's head, LEELA creeps out and throws her knife. The GUARD is hit in the right shoulder, and the impact turns him in the air. The DOCTOR lowers him to the floor.)
DOCTOR: Good throw! Good throw.
(LEELA enters the main body of the room and slams the compartment door closed on the COLLECTOR's fingers.)
COLLECTOR: Aggh!
DOCTOR: What's contingency plan B?
COLLECTOR: Nobody understands - business is business.
LEELA: What do we do now, Doctor, kill him?
DOCTOR: You'll like this bit. You'll like it.
COLLECTOR: (to the computer) Nine zero nine! A mistake in the Megropolis 6 analysis. Re-check!
(He hunches and folds his hands, skin turning greenish, as the results come back.)
COMPUTER: Nine zero nine. Re-check. Megropolis 6 analysis confirmed correct.
(The DOCTOR starts to chuckle. GUARDS run in, and the COLLECTOR addresses them.)
COLLECTOR: Commander, Commander, arrest these idiots. I have a problem. Nine zero nine. Megropolis 4 analysis. Mistake. Re-check.
(CORDO and MANDRELL enter.)
COMPUTER: Nine zero nine...
CORDO: Collector, in the name of the work units, I order-
LEELA: People, Cordo.
CORDO: Yes. In the name of the people, I order you to be tried by-
DOCTOR: Cordo, Cordo, I don't think he's listening.
COLLECTOR: (hunched) Negative surplus. Inflationary spiral uncheckable. Negative growth! This branch is no longer viable. (visibly shrinking) We are bankrupt. Business failure. Closure imperative. Cut losses. Liquidate. Immediate liquidation necessary.
(The COLLECTOR is now a bright green globule that disappears through a hole in the bottom of his chair. All are silent. BISHAM runs in.)
BISHAM: I'm sorry I'm late. What happened?
MANDRELL: Well, I don't know.
DOCTOR: I do. He's gone back to his natural form. He was only held in that state by particle radiation. That's why he never left that machine.
LEELA: You mean he's in there now?
DOCTOR: Oh, yes.
LEELA: Well, we could make a hole in it.
CORDO: Do you, do you think he'll come out again?
DOCTOR: Well, you could put the plug in if you want.
(He hands a plug to CORDO, who places it in the hole.)
COMMANDER: I don't understand. Why was it necessary for him to make himself look human?
DOCTOR: Well, if you'd seen a Usurian, you'd know what I mean. They look like sea kale with eyes. I mean, would you take orders from a lump of seaweed? Huh? Hmm? Cordo?

[EXT. Block 40]

DOCTOR: Leela, let K9 in the TARDIS. (she goes to do so) Goodbye, Cordo.
CORDO: (shaking his hand) I wish you could stay, Doctor. There is much to do.
DOCTOR: Well, I'll pop back and see you again when you've settled again on Earth, hmm.
BISHAM: That'll be hard work.
DOCTOR: Well, you're used to hard work. This time, you'll be free.
LEELA: (beside the TARDIS) Goodbye, Veet.
VEET: Goodbye.
LEELA: Till the next time? (whistles) Come on, K9. Come on. (She clicks her tongue as she enters the ship.)
BISHAM: You really believe we can colonise the Earth again?
DOCTOR: Well, I do, I do. The Earth will have regenerated itself since you left. Get back to your place under your own sun.
ALL: Goodbye, Doctor.
MANDRELL: Can the star freighters make that journey?
DOCTOR: 'Course they will. Three hundred million of you can't go wrong. Goodbye, everyone!
ALL: Goodbye. (They make various general farewells.)

[INT. TARDIS]

(The DOCTOR hangs his hat on the coat rack.)
K9: King to Bishop 4, Mistress.
DOCTOR: Which is more than I can say for the TARDIS.
LEELA: Eh?
DOCTOR: Nothing. I was just finishing a thought. Now, where were we? (He stands at the console.)
K9: Mate in six moves, Master.
DOCTOR: Oh, be quiet, K9.
LEELA: I wonder why the Collector gave in so easily. I thought he would fight.
DOCTOR: He got a bit of a shock. You see, I fed a two per cent growth tax into the computers, index-linked. Blew the economy, and he couldn't take it.
LEELA: I do not understand. You did something clever?
DOCTOR: Well, I think-. What do you think, K9?
K9: Affirmative.
DOCTOR: K9 thinks it was clever.
(The TARDIS lurches, causing the coat tree to fall over. LEELA is knocked off her feet. The same is true of all the chess pieces.)
DOCTOR: I am so sorry, K9.
K9: Apologies are not necessa-
DOCTOR: No, shut up while I apologise. I am so s-. Listen, as soon as I've reset the co-ordinates, we'll finish that game of chess.
(A grin forms on his face, and K9 makes a sound that's somewhat like a growl.)

The above notes, transcription, etc. by Anna Shefl

[ Previous ] [ Next ]

-=#=-
Anna's home  >  The Doctors' home  >  This Doctor  >  This story 
-=#=-