Exile

The Cosmic Hobo : 

They'll forget Me, won't they?

TIME LORD 3: Not entirely. 

They will be returned to a time
just before they went away with you.

They will remember their 

first adventure with you, but 

nothing more. But come along. 

Your Fate has been decided.

[The Wheel in Space]

(The Doctor watches on The Trial chamber 

view-screen as a confused Zoe walks down a corridor.)

TANYA: Oh, Zoe. 

Zoe, are you alright?

ZOE: Oh, yes --

TANYA: Are The Doctor and Jamie gone?

ZOE: Yes, I've just seen them off.

[ This is doubley-weird, given that Zoë was a stowaway — so They’ve not only removed all Her Memories, They’ve gone into Her Head and altered her motivations and desires at the same time, since surely her curiosity and desire to run away from her Day Job on The Wheel and see The Universe would necessarily have preceded her decision of whether to stow away aboard The TARDIS by hiding in an old sea-chest in the console room, or, not  — They have deleted that desire and curiosity, along with her memories. ]

TANYA: Well, 

We'd better get Back to Work, you know. 

There's a lot to be done if we're going to 

get The Wheel back to normal --

Are you sure you're all right?

ZOE: Oh, yes. I thought 

I'd forgotten something important, but it's nothing.

TANYA: Right, come along then.

ZOE: All right, I'm coming.

[Trial chamber]

(On The Screen, Zoe looks back then the image fades.)

The Cosmic Hobo : 

She'll be alright, won't she?

TIME LORD: Of course.

The Cosmic Hobo : What about Jamie?

TIME LORD 3: Look.

[Culloden Moor]

(Pipes are skirling as a Redcoat aims his musket
at Jamie's back. He turns and drops just as the soldier fires.)

JAMIE: Try to murder a McCrimmon, 

wid ye? Well, I'll show you! Creag an Tuire!

(Jamie charges the Redcoat, swinging his sword while the man 

tries to reload. The soldier wisely gives up and flees.)

[ Yeah, They’ve dropped him back in his own time and country of origin with no memory of leaving or how he got there, and They’ve dropped him back Home as an amnesiac in the middle of a GENOCIDE — that’s why he left with The Doctor, Ben and Polly in the first place : it WASN’T Safe, particularly for any Highland Clansman wearing Tartan. ]

[Trial chamber]

TIME LORD: 

They will both continue their 

lives as if nothing had happened.

The Cosmic Hobo : 

Yes, very efficient. Now then, 

— what about me?

TIME LORD: 

We have accepted Your Plea 

that there is Evil in The Universe 

that must be fought, and that You 

still have a part to play in that battle.

The Cosmic Hobo : 

What? You mean that 

You're going to let me go free..?

TIME LORD: .....NOT entirely. 

We have noted your particular interest in the planet Earth. 

The frequency of your visits must have given you special

knowledge of that world and its problems.

The Cosmic Hobo : 

Yes, I suppose that's True -- 

Earth seems more vulnerable than others, yes.

TIME LORD: For that reason 

You will be sent back to that planet.

The Cosmic Hobo : 

....Oh, good.

TIME LORD: -- In exile.

The Cosmic Hobo : In exile?

TIME LORD: 

You will be sent to Earth in the 20th century, and 

will remain there for as long as We deem proper, 

and for that period The Secret of the TARDIS 

will be taken from you.

The Cosmic Hobo : 

But you, you can't condemn me 

to exile on one primitive planet in 

one century in time! Besides, 

I'm known on the Earth — It might 

be very awkward for me…

TIME LORD: 

Your appearance has changed before, 

it will change again, and That is part 

of The Sentence —

The Cosmic Hobo : 

You can't just change 

what I look like without consulting me!

TIME LORD: 

You will have an opportunity 

to choose your appearance.

The Cosmic Hobo : 

Oh, well, that's not so bad. 

But I warn you, I'm very particular.

TIME LORD: 

Here is your first choice —

(A man with a big bushy beard, followed by other sketches.)

The Cosmic Hobo : 

…..Oh he's too old! 

….Well, he's too fat, isn't he. 

…….No, he's too thin. 

……That one's too young. 

……Oh now, that won't do at all. 

It's ridiculous.

TIME LORD: 

You're wasting Time, Doctor.

The Cosmic Hobo : 

It's not my fault, is it? 

Is this the best you can do? 

I've never seen such an incredible bunch!

TIME LORD: 

Since you refuse to Take The Decision, 

The Decision will be taken for you.

The Cosmic Hobo : 

No, no, no, I never said that. But I maintain 

I have The Right to decide what I look like! 

It could be very important on the Earth —

People on Earth attach a very 

great deal of importance….

(The Doctor's face is beginning to twist and change.)

The Cosmic Hobo : 

Ah, what's happening?

(We are treated to multiple images 

of Patrick gurning as they circle around.)

The Cosmic Hobo : 

What's hap... what's happened?

TIME LORD: 

The Time has come for You 

to change your appearance, 

Doctor, and begin your exile — 

The Cosmic Hobo : 

Is this some sort of joke? 

No, I refuse to be treated in. 

What are you doing?

(The Doctor's face disappears.)

The Cosmic Hobo : 

No! Stop, you're making me giddy! 

No, you can't do this to me! 

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!