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DOCTOR WHO
LOGOPOLIS

Written by
Christopher H. Bidmead

Part Two

(Overlap from 'I think you'd better come along with us')

[EXT. Lay-by]

(ADRIC steps out of the TARDIS and watches for a time.)
DOCTOR: Now just a minute, Officer. You don't realise what's going on here.
DETECTIVE: No, sir, and I don't want to have to go into detail. You want to think yourself lucky that I don't have to be the judge.
DOCTOR: Me lucky? You don't think that I...? You do think.
DETECTIVE: I'm not paid to have opinions, sir. I'm paid to do my duty.
DOCTOR: Well, I do have opinions. This is the calling card of the most evil genius in the universe, and I have to tell you, gentlemen, I've got to get after him. Now, if you'll just help me to create a diversion, hmm?
(ADRIC turns back toward the TARDIS and looks around for ideas.)
DETECTIVE: I think you'd just better come along to the station with us, sir.
DOCTOR: I'd love to.
DETECTIVE: Just to assist us in our enquiries.
(The DOCTOR starts to walk away with them toward the patrol car.
Meanwhile, ADRIC rights the policeman's bicycle.)
DOCTOR: Would you mind awfully if I stopped to telephone my solicitor?
DETECTIVE: You can do that back at the station.
DOCTOR: It seems we're going to be awfully busy at this station of yours. I mean, isn't that a telephone box?
DETECTIVE: That's a police box, sir, not for-
DOCTOR: But that would do fine, don't you agree?
DETECTIVE: Look, sir, if you want a formal arrest-
DOCTOR: Er, no.
(He gets into the back of the car, with the detective. ADRIC lies on the ground, apparently a victim of a bicycle accident.)
ADRIC: Help! Help me, please! Quickly! Help! Please help!
(Everyone steps out of the car, including the DOCTOR.)
ADRIC: Help!
(The DOCTOR runs for the TARDIS.)
DETECTIVE: Get him, Davis!
(The policeman, DAVIS, runs to ADRIC's side.)
ADRIC: Help!
DETECTIVE: Not that one, you fool! The other one!
(The DOCTOR reaches the TARDIS, and ADRIC leaps to his feet and pushes the bicycle at the policeman before sprinting for the TARDIS himself. The door closes on the men of the law.)

[INT. TARDIS console room]

(The Cloister Bell is still ringing. There is no longer a police box in the console room. The DOCTOR points to the place where it isn't.)
ADRIC: The box has gone.
DOCTOR: It could be anywhere in the TARDIS.
ADRIC: Battle stations?
DOCTOR: Absolutely.

[EXT. Lay-by]

DETECTIVE: (after tapping on the TARDIS door) Come on now, sir.

[INT. TARDIS console room]

ADRIC: The Cloister Bell!
DOCTOR: A choice of emergencies. We'd better dematerialise first.
(The sound is a slow, stuttering one.)
ADRIC: What's the matter?
DOCTOR: The TARDIS is very sluggish. We may not have any choice at all.

[EXT. Lay-by]

DETECTIVE: Get the key.

[INT. TARDIS console room]

DOCTOR: It's dragging us back. We'll have to find some more power from somewhere.
ADRIC: The Cloister Bell!
DOCTOR: Well, shut the door, then. There must be some way of simplifying this. Architectural configuration, that's the one.
ADRIC: What's that?
DOCTOR: Interior allocation of space. Adric, I'm going to jettison Romana's room.
ADRIC: Are you sure?
DOCTOR: This is life. Nothing's sure.
ADRIC: I'm sorry, I just-
DOCTOR: Look, do you want a quick decision or a debate?
ADRIC: Sorry!
(The time rotor begins to rise and fall.)
DOCTOR: You see? There's no need to shout.
(Outside, a POLICEMAN jogs up to the DETECTIVE and hands him a set of keys.)
ADRIC: We're moving.
DOCTOR: Yes.
ADRIC: So that other TARDIS really has gone.
DOCTOR: Somehow I rather doubt that. Come on, Adric.
ADRIC: But aren't you going to answer the Cloister Bell?
DOCTOR: Why don't you answer it? (ADRIC walks slowly to the interior door and then pauses) Go on. Go on.
(ADRIC goes through the door. The DOCTOR operates a couple of switches and bends down to the console as if listening to its heartbeat. The Cloister Bell stops. ADRIC re-enters the console room.)

[EXT. Lay-by]

(The DETECTIVE opens the door and finds the contents of a police box, with a clipboard and a pair of hazard lights visible in the small space. The two men look at each other.)
DETECTIVE: There's got to me some trick to this, Davis.

[INT. Cloister room]

(TEGAN runs into the room and wanders around, unsure of what to think.)
TEGAN: This place is unreal.
(She sits on a stone bench gingerly and then sees a police box appear in front of her.)

[INT. TARDIS console room]

ADRIC: Doctor, it's stopped.
DOCTOR: Yes, so now we know.
ADRIC: Know what?
DOCTOR: The message was very faint. It was from Traken.
ADRIC: Traken? How's Nyssa?
DOCTOR: Nyssa's all right.
ADRIC: Tremas?
DOCTOR: Vanished. The Master must have had a second TARDIS hidden away somewhere.
ADRIC: The Master's escaped from Traken? But why take Nyssa's father?
DOCTOR: To renew himself. He was very near the end of his twelfth regeneration.
ADRIC: He's taken over Tremas?
DOCTOR: Yes.
ADRIC: Can a Time Lord do that?
DOCTOR: Well, not just a Time Lord by himself, but with some of the powers of the Keepership still lingering. Hah - and I was so sure. I was so su-. He must have known I was going to fix the chameleon circuit.
ADRIC: He read your mind?
DOCTOR: Well, he's a Time Lord! In many ways, we have the same mind.
ADRIC: Are we still going to Logopolis?
DOCTOR: No. How can we with the Master in the TARDIS? They're a retiring people. They like a quiet life. There's no telling what a creature like that would do on Logopolis.
ADRIC: So how do we flush him out?
DOCTOR: And there's no saying what that might do to the TARDIS systems. Can you swim?
ADRIC: Yes.
DOCTOR: Good. Materialise the TARDIS underwater, and open the door.
(Meanwhile, TEGAN circles the police box. Its door slowly opens as she passes it.)
DOCTOR: (looking at London, as seen from the air, on the scanner) That's the River Thames. We'll put down there.
ADRIC: And water sluices in and floods out the whole TARDIS.
DOCTOR: Yes. Adric, shut down everything. Fold back the omega configuration.
ADRIC: Folded back. (He delves under the console.)
DOCTOR: Good. Exponential cross-field?
ADRIC: Halted. (He crawls further along.)
DOCTOR: Good. Pathways to conditional states seven to seventeen?
ADRIC: Closed. (He proceeds to the next panel along.)
DOCTOR: Excellent. Main and auxiliary drive?
ADRIC: Ended. (He begins to stand.)
DOCTOR: Good. Now, we're partially materialised, so there'll be a slight jolt. Are you ready?
ADRIC: If you are.
DOCTOR: What? Well, I'd feel more confident if you'd just said 'yes'.
ADRIC: (smiling) Yes.
DOCTOR: Good. Here we go, then.

[INT. Cloister room]

(There is a jolt.)
TEGAN: This is too much!

[INT. TARDIS console room]

DOCTOR: A gentle splash-down.
(They set down anything but gently. They end up on the floor.)
DOCTOR: We must have touched bottom.
ADRIC: Touched bottom?
DOCTOR: Yes. Good thing the water was there to break our fall.

[INT. Cloister room]

TEGAN: (starting to stand) Crazy idiot of a pilot! Wait till I have a word with him.
(We hear laughter from the police box.)
TEGAN: Who's that?

[INT. TARDIS console room]

(The DOCTOR is braced across the pair of main doors.)
DOCTOR: Careful, now. The water pressure could send us both flying. Ready?
ADRIC: Yes.
DOCTOR: Now!
(ADRIC operates a control and runs to the DOCTOR's side. The doors do not open.)
DOCTOR: That's odd. There's no pressure on those doors at all.
ADRIC: Perhaps we aren't down very deep.
(The doors open. The two step outside.)

[EXT. River Thames]

DOCTOR: Ah. I thought there's be a perfectly simple explanation.
(The TARDIS sits on Cadogan Pier, on the Thames but not in the river.
Back in the cloister room, TEGAN backs away from the police box as the laughter continues.)
ADRIC: Nearly got it right.
DOCTOR: Nearly, but not quite right. There's something not quite right about all of this.
ADRIC: The Master.
(They look above them, to Albert Bridge. A familiar whitish figure looks down. It beckons to them.)
DOCTOR: Nothing like this has ever happened before.
(TEGAN is backing out of the cloister room.)
DOCTOR: I've got to get to the bottom of this. You stay here.
(TEGAN looks back into the room once and then runs out.
Meanwhile, outside, the DOCTOR approaches the WATCHER as ADRIC looks on from below.)

[INT. TARDIS corridor]

TEGAN: I definitely came in this way. So this must be the way out.

[INT. Cloister room]

TEGAN: Round and round like a hamster in a cage! Somebody must be in charge here!
(She is almost to the point of sobbing at this stage. The police box dematerialises.)
TEGAN: We'll just have to give it one more go.
(She runs out, and a tree in a pot materialises in the room.)

[INT. TARDIS console room]

DOCTOR: (as ADRIC enters) Door.
ADRIC: (pressing the relevant button) Who was that? (pause) Doctor, who was that?
DOCTOR: Set.
ADRIC: Where are we going?
DOCTOR: Logopolis.
ADRIC: What?
DOCTOR: I've just dipped into the future. We must be prepared for the worst.
(The TARDIS dematerialises.)
ADRIC: So that was the Master?
DOCTOR: Hmm? How do you deduce that?
ADRIC: I just guessed.
DOCTOR: Never guess. Unless you have to. There's enough uncertainty in the universe as it is.
ADRIC: But I can help you. Can't I?
DOCTOR: In the ordinary way, yes. This is something far too serious.
ADRIC: What sort of something?
DOCTOR: A chain of circumstances that fragments the law that holds the universe together.
(The TARDIS materialises in the air above adobe buildings arranged in a sort of octopus shape, with a large radio telescope rising behind them. The sky, ground, and buildings are all the same adobe colour.)
ADRIC: Logopolis?
DOCTOR: Yes. That aerial's a recent addition.
ADRIC: Are we going to be staying long?
DOCTOR: You are.
ADRIC: What?
DOCTOR: You and I have to part company.
ADRIC: Look, if you're going after Nyssa, I'm coming too.
DOCTOR: Adric, don't argue.
(TEGAN runs in and comes to a rapid halt.)
TEGAN: I demand to see who'sever in charge of this ship!
(The DOCTOR and ADRIC look at each other.
Dignified locals garbed in black over gold walk through passages lined by alcoves and gather in an open area beyond the buildings. The TARDIS materialises next to them.)
TEGAN: Tegan Jovanka. And I'm not answering any more questions until you tell me exactly who you are.
ADRIC: I'm Adric. That's the Doctor.
DOCTOR: (crossing to ADRIC) Who is she? Where did she come from? What are we going to do with her?
TEGAN: You can take me right back where you found me, Doctor Whoever-You-Are. My aunt's waiting in the car to take me to the airport.
DOCTOR: Your aunt? Woman in the white hat, red sports car?
TEGAN: You've seen her?
DOCTOR: Well, a little of her. That settles it. She's got to come with us.
TEGAN: Settles wha-? Now wait a minute, Doctor.

[EXT. Logopolis]

(The tree dematerialises from the cloister room and appears behind the gathered Logopolitans. The DOCTOR exits the TARDIS.)
MONITOR: My dear Doctor. Logopolis is honoured by your visit.
DOCTOR: Well, it's very nice of you to put it like that, Monitor.
TEGAN: (leaving the TARDIS) I demand to know what's-
DOCTOR: Ssssh. We're all very honoured to be here.
TEGAN: (sotto, to ADRIC) Where's here?
DOCTOR: Logopolis.
MONITOR: Welcome. Time has changed little for either of us, Doctor. You continue to roam the universe, while we persist in our simple existence on this planet.
DOCTOR: Yes. The antenna's new, Monitor.
MONITOR: Occasionally, our researches require what is sometimes called technology, but for the most part our computations are enough.
(As the DOCTOR and the MONITOR walk through the passages, we see people sitting in the alcoves, each with an abacus.)
DOCTOR: If your computations can help solve a problem in my TARDIS, I'd be eternally grateful, Monitor.
MONITOR: You have recorded the dimensions we need as data?
DOCTOR: Yes, all noted down. Monitor, I don't wish to press you, but my problem is now extremely urgent.
MONITOR: It will only take a moment.
(They reach a large red door.)
MONITOR: Why don't we proceed to business immediately?
DOCTOR: Yes, yes.

[INT. Central Register]

(They are in a room with some computer terminals and a large printer with printout hanging from it.)
DOCTOR: But all this is new, Monitor, and vaguely familiar.
MONITOR: Oh, this is purely for our advanced researches.
ADRIC: I thought you said they didn't use computers.
DOCTOR: That's right.
MONITOR: May I have the dimensions?
DOCTOR: Yes, historically the Logopolitans do everything-
MONITOR: The dimensions, Doctor.
(The tree outside becomes a stone column and then vanishes.)
MONITOR: (looking at the figures the Doctor has written in a notebook) This will only take a moment.
(He sits at a console and closes his eyes.)
MONITOR: (chanting) Keree gorok gorok, keree gorok per denesta zel octo zarol gorok gorok keree keree...
TEGAN: (sotto) What's he doing?
DOCTOR: The numbers. He's re-creating the TARDIS.
(The chanting is heard through the streets. Logopolitans work their sums, and quiet murmuring and whispers are heard.)
MONITOR: (standing) The code is being compiled.
DOCTOR: Thank you, Monitor. I'm certainly looking forward to having a properly functioning TARDIS.
ADRIC: You mean those people we saw in the streets are working it out for themselves?
MONITOR: Yes.
ADRIC: What, without technology?
MONITOR: Block transfer computation is a complex discipline, way beyond the capabilities of simple machines. It requires all the subtleties of the living mind. Is that not so, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh, indeed, Monitor, indeed.
(Behind a Logopolitan working in his alcove, a column has appeared. We hear an activation sound and look down to see shards of a pot. The shrunken form of the man lies on the ground, next to his overturned stool. Familiar laughter is heard.)
TEGAN: When am I going to get an explanation for all this?
DOCTOR: Hmm? Do you really feel up for an explanation?
TEGAN: I'll try.
DOCTOR: Well. Adric, you explain. (He walks away.)
ADRIC: It's not the Doctor's fault you wandered aboard.
TEGAN: Wandered? Listen, that ship was deliberately disguised as a police box. I just want to know who you are and where I am.
ADRIC: Look, I'd better explain.
MONITOR: This will restore your chameleon circuit, Doctor.
(The DOCTOR takes the piece of paper.)
DOCTOR: Splendid, Monitor. I've really been looking forward to this. Of course! The Pharos Project! But this is a near replica of the Pharos computer room.
MONITOR: It is a perfectly logical copy.
DOCTOR: What?
MONITOR: I always thought you underestimated the possibilities of block transfer computation, Doctor. You see, structure is the essence of matter, and the essence of structure is mathematics.
DOCTOR: What, you can model the Pharos Project mathematically?
MONITOR: Of course, and supply the necessary raw energy.
DOCTOR: Well, then, you can model any space-time event in the universe.
MONITOR: That is true. Now, shall we implement the solution to your little problem, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes. Yes.
ADRIC: What's a Pharos, Doctor?
TEGAN: Ancient Greek for 'lighthouse'.
ADRIC: (as they leave the Central Register) What's a lighthouse?

[EXT. Logopolis]

DOCTOR: A famous Earth project to transmit signals to remote planets.
MONITOR: I understand they're trying to get intelligent life to respond.
DOCTOR: Ah.
(They return to the TARDIS.)
DOCTOR: (after the others have gone on ahead) Monitor, I must ask you a very special favour.
MONITOR: My dear Doctor, of course.
DOCTOR: Adric and the girl. Would you look after them for me?
MONITOR: You don't want them with you in the TARDIS?
DOCTOR: No. What lies ahead is for me, not for them. I hate farewells.
(The DOCTOR enters the TARDIS and closes the door just before TEGAN reaches it. Within, he begins to key in the figures from the Monitor.)
MONITOR: There is a chance the computation may produce an instability.
ADRIC: The Doctor's in danger?
MONITOR: A simple precaution. There is very little that could go wrong. In fact, nothing at all.
ADRIC: But he said he was expecting danger.
MONITOR: I must confess I misled the Doctor in order to have the pleasure of your company while he engages in this mundane task. Now, perhaps you would like to see more of Logopolis.
(He leads TEGAN and ADRIC toward the passageways.)
TEGAN: I'd prefer to see a lot less of it. Can you give me some idea how long we're going to be delayed here?
ADRIC: I'm sorry. She's upset.
TEGAN: Too right I'm upset. Wouldn't you be?
NYSSA [OC]: Adric!
TEGAN: I've got a job to do.
(He runs back into the open area.)
NYSSA: Adric.
ADRIC: Nyssa! How did you get here?
NYSSA: A friend of the Doctor's brought me. He's here, somewhere.
TEGAN: Who's Nyssa?
ADRIC: She's the friend who helped me on Traken.
NYSSA: Is the Doctor here?
ADRIC: In the TARDIS.
(The TARDIS is glowing blue.)
TEGAN: Hi, I'm Tegan. Did they hijack you too?
ADRIC: What's the matter?
MONITOR: Transfer instability. It may be only temporary.
(The WATCHER walks along in the middle distance.)
ADRIC: Something's wrong.
MONITOR: Yes, you're right.
TEGAN: It's getting smaller.
ADRIC: Can't you do something?
MONITOR: I don't understand. I don't understand.
ADRIC: But the Doctor's in there!
(The TARDIS continues shrinking.)

The above notes, transcription, etc. by Anna Shefl

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