Do.

Politicians like to panic. 

They need Activity; 

it's their substitute 

for Achievement.

ROMANA: 

The clipboard marks the spot. 

I'll stand guard.

(The Doctor climbs through 

the hole and up a ladder. 

When he's out of sight, Romana 

enters and heads for a staircase. 

The Doctor reaches the top of the ladder.)

RORVIK: 

Is this what you're looking for, Doctor?

(Rorvik drops the clipboard.)

Tom : 

Look here, Rorvik. 

You've got to stop this back-blast. 

You'll kill us all.

RORVIK: 

So you say, Doctor. 

I say it's the only 

way out of here.

(Rorvik stands on the Doctor's fingers.)

Tom : 

You can't blast through those mirrors. 

You must realise by now it just 

throws the energy straight back.

RORVIK: 

They've got to break. 

Everything breaks eventually.

(He kicks the Doctor back down the ladder, 

comes after him and starts 

to strangle him with his own scarf. 

Romana arrives and tries 

hitting Rorvik with the clipboard.)

Tom : 

Never mind the clipboard, 

short the cables.

(The Doctor gives Romana the manacles.)

Tom : 

Drain the main power line. 

Earth it to The Ladder.

ROMANA: 

I know. I've done it.

(Rorvik lets The Doctor go and heads 

for the ladder to undo the damage.)

Tom : 

Biroc? What are 

you doing here?

BIROC: 

Nothing.

Tom : 

It's all right for you.

BIROC: 

And for You, Too : 

Do Nothing.

Tom : 

Do Nothing?

ROMANA: 

Of course, Doctor. 

Don't you see?

Tom: 

Yes, that's right. 

Do Nothing.

....if it's the right 

sort of Nothing.

(They join hands with Biroc and fade away. 

Rorvik has removed the manacles 

from the cable.)

RORVIK: 

Run, Doctor. Scurry off 

back to your blue box. 

You're like all the rest. 

Lizards when there's 

a man's work to be done. 

I'm sick of your kind. 

Faint-hearted, do-nothing, 

lily-livered deadweights. 

This is The End for all of you! 

I'm finally getting 

something done! 

Bwahahahaha!

MacDonald :

No. Watch.

Do.

No, no, no. 

Clean. Clean.

The Governor :

It seems the little fella's

not so bright after all.

MacDonald :

No. But brightness has never

been encouraged amongst slaves.

The Governor :

Oh, don't be so touchy, Mr MacDonald.

All of us were slaves once,

in one sense of the word or another.

Kolp :

If you feel the ape's unsatisfactory,

we can have him reconditioned.

MacDonald :

That isn't necessary.

The Governor :

You're quite right, Mr MacDonald.

But not for any of your 

bleeding-heart reasons.

Reconditioning. That's all

any of you ever think of, isn't it?

Don't you realise, if we were to take

every ape who disobeyed an order

and sent him back for reconditioning, 

Ape Management would become overcrowded.

Kolp :

It's the only thing that has any effect.

MacDonald :

Just makes them worse.

The Governor :

Some of them couldn't be worse.

I've been having a comprehensive list compiled.

People

[Great hall 2]

As they walk through the castle grounds, 

Romana notices that The Tharil's burns have been healed.

 

The Doctor is served with 

a plate of food.

Tom : 

My Goodness!

You Live Like Kings!

BIROC: 

We are Kings.

[Great Hall]

(The contents of the lunch hamper are being handed out, 

which is far more important than 

what their Captain has to say.) 

RORVIK: 

Now listen, I'm only going to say this once : 

We're stuck here with no warp motors 

and no navigator. 

Now in practical terms 

that means we stay here forever 

unless we do something about it. 

Listen! And that means The Mirror. 

There's A Way through. 

You've all seen it. 

That's why we brought up the MZ. 

Will you listen to me 

when I'm talking! 

(Rorvik gets out his blaster. 

That grabs his crew's attention.)

RORVIK: 

This is very serious. 

We are in A Terminal Situation. 

A DEAD End.

[Great hall 2]

Tom : 

Such variety. 

Where did it all come from? 

BIROC: 

The Universe is 

Our Garden. 

Tom :

Ah. So this is what it was all like. 

BIROC: 

At the height of Our Empire, 

before The Tharils became 

The Slaves of Men. 

Tom :

I notice you don't do 

too badly for staff. 

This Garden of Yours, The Universe —

How do you manage it? 

BIROC: 

We use Our Power.

For those who travel on the Time Winds. 

The vastness of Space is no obstacle. 

Everything is Ours. 

(A Tharil BACKHANDS The Serving Wench pouring wine. 

The Doctor goes to help her up again.) 

Tom : 

Including her? 

BIROC: 

They're only People. 

Tom : 

So You're 'The Masters' the Gundan 

spoke of? The Enslavers. 

BIROC: 

The Weak enslave THEMSELVES, Doctor. 

You and I know THAT. 

Tom :

Yes, yes — 

He pours rich, Red Wine into a TINY, ornate chalice until The Cup runneth over, before BACKHANDING the thing HARD, in once swift movement of his arm into a wall in the distance, where it CLATTERS to The Floor with a CRASH

This is no way to 

run An Empire. 

(A Tharil points a knife at the Doctor. 

Romana sees it all from the gallery.) 

ROMANA: 

Danger! The Doctor's in danger! 

A troupe of Gundan robots enter. 

Romana rushes to The Doctor's side.

ROMANA: 

Doctor! 

(And an axe cleaves the table.)

A Collapsing MicroUniverse of Continually Reducing Options Offers The Promise of Exponential Growth Increases in Certainty of Outcomes

Tom : 

I take it you don't get 

many Strangers here.

IVO: 

Strangers?

DOCTOR: 

Yes, Visitors. 

Foreign Devils. You know, 

people you don't know.

IVO: 

Everyone here is known.

ROMANA: 

Well, what about people 

from the next village, 

or the nearest town?

IVO: 

There is only The Village 

and The Tower, nowhere else.

DOCTOR: 

Who lives in this Tower of your?

IVO: 

Why do you ask what everyone must know? 

Are you sent to test me? 

I am Ivo, HeadMan of This Village 

like My Father before me 

and His Father before him. 

The Lords know I'm loyal.

DOCTOR: 

Please, don't shout. Splendid, I'm sure. 

So you Serve The Lords, but 

What Do The Lords Do for You?

IVO: 

They Protect Us from The Wasting.

DOCTOR: 

Did you say The Wasting?

IVO: 

I have work to do.

ROMANA: 

Come on, Doctor. This is silly.

(Ivo starts tidying up the chairs.)

DOCTOR: 

Oh, come on, Ivo. 

These Lords of yours, how long 

have they ruled over you?

IVO: 

Forever.

DOCTOR: 

Really. As long as that? 

Well, that's a long time.

(The Doctor and Romana leave. Ivo shuts the door behind them, goes to a box on the wall and takes out a walkie-talkie.)

IVO: Kalmar. Kalmar, can you hear me? (burble) Two strangers, here, in the village. (burble burble) That's right, strangers. They were asking about scientists.

KALMAR: We have a generator. It gives us power for air, light and heat, and the communicators.

TARAK: But no weapons, eh, Kalmar.

KALMAR: When we have rediscovered basic scientific principles, we shall be able to make weapons of our own. But it takes time.

TARAK: How many of us have lived and died because everything takes time.

ROMANA: How long have things been like this?

KALMAR: Forever. The Lords rule in the Tower, the peasants toil in the fields. Nothing has changed in a thousand years.

TARAK: But it will change when we overthrow the Lords.

DOCTOR: What? Isn't that a bit dangerous? I mean, a chap in the village told me the Lords protected you from the Wasting.

KALMAR: You know about the Wasting?

DOCTOR: Well, only by hearsay. What is the Wasting?

TARAK: The Wasting?

DOCTOR: Yes.

TARAK: The Wasting is --

(Kalmar stops him.)

TARAK: 

The Wasting.

DOCTOR: Ah.

Tom : 

Listen. I'm going to have to 

go to The Rebels for Help. 

But 'Will they HELP...?' I ask myself.

K9: 

Probability of indigenous dissident group 

rendering effective assistance, very low.

Tom :

Shush. I'm thinking --

I've got to make a very impressive entrance. 

Something that'll win them over entirely.... 

Got it! Right, K9, we need 

a slight spatial movement 

and no temporary displacement. 

Very tricky, these short hops.....

K9: 

Information, Master.

Tom : 

What? What is it?

K9: 

The relative smallness of E-Space 

should render fractional increments more stable.

Tom : 

But of course! Good boy, K9!

[Outside The TARDIS]

Tom :

There she blows. 

ADRIC: 

We found it. 

Tom :

Yes, well, that's one of the advantages of living 

in a rapidly shrinking micro-universe. 

ROMANA: 

What are the others? 

(The Doctor enters the TARDIS.) 

Tom :

Other what? 

ROMANA: 

Other advantages? 

Tom : 

Ah, well, it's difficult to say. 

[Outside the gate]

PACKARD: 

The Ship's moved!

 

(It is within sight of The Gate now.) 

RORVIK: 

Contracting continuum. 

PACKARD: Gobbledygook. 

RORVIK: Oh, you never learn anything, do you. There's only one thing for it. Right, everybody. The MZ. 

(The bridge crew re-enter the gate. Aldo holds Royce back.) 

ALDO: I'm not going near that thing. That's a dangerous weapon, that it. 

ROYCE: No, Rorvik knows what he's doing. He's seen us right up to now. Hasn't he? 

(There is the sound of the MZ powering up. The two men run for it. KaBOOM! and smoke and bits of masonry come flying out of the gate, followed by Rorvik and his crew.) 

RORVIK: Don't give up, lads. We'll go for the back blast. 

[Tardis]

ADRIC: Why don't we just dematerialise and go? 

DOCTOR + ROMANA: No. 

ROMANA: We can't just dematerialise and leave them. There are slaves on that ship. 

(The rumble of the warp motors knocks them off their feet. The spaceship lifts off.) 

ROMANA: What's happening? 

DOCTOR: Shush. Mass attraction. There's something moving out there. It's shaking the entire gateway. 

(The spaceship turns.) 

ADRIC: Look! 

ROMANA: What's he doing? He can't take off with his warp motors in that state. 

DOCTOR: Back blast. 

ROMANA: What? 

DOCTOR: Back blast. He's going to use the jets to try and smash through the mirrors. 

ROMANA: He's mad. The back blast backlash will bounce back and destroy everything. 

DOCTOR: Yes. 

ROMANA: It's bound to accelerate the collapse of space around here. 

DOCTOR: Yes. 

ADRIC: But surely that would flip you back into N-space if you dematerialised at the right moment? 

DOCTOR: Shush. 

ROMANA: We cannot even think of that with those slaves on board. We've got to do something. 

DOCTOR: I'm not hopeful. 

ROMANA: Neither am I. 

ADRIC: Wait a minute. There is that damaged area. 

DOCTOR: Yes. What damaged area? 

ROMANA: Of course. 

DOCTOR: What? 

ROMANA: By the warp motors. 

DOCTOR: Yes? 

ROMANA: The main cable insulation is exposed. We might be able to short out his power. 

DOCTOR: No. 

(The Doctor goes to the console and flicks a lever.) 

DOCTOR: Right. Stop! If I'm not back for whatever reason in thirteen and a half minutes, I want you to dematerialise. 

ADRIC: Without you? 

ROMANA: I am not letting you go alone. 

DOCTOR: That's an order. It's about time you started accepting orders. 

ROMANA: It is long past time, but how do you think you're going to find the cable? 

DOCTOR: With my eyes. 

ROMANA: Adric and I have seen it. 

DOCTOR: Good. Come on. 

ADRIC: I'm coming too. 

ROMANA: You are not. It's long past time you learnt to obey orders. Now stay here, and if we are not back for whatever reason in thirteen and a half minutes, I want you to dematerialise. Do you understand? 

DOCTOR: I like that. I think you're improving. 

ROMANA: It's a matter of complete indifference to me. 

DOCTOR: Indifference? Thirteen and a half minutes. 

ADRIC: I'm sure you will. 

[Bridge]

RORVIK: Steady now. I want a landing that wouldn't ripple the skin on a custard. 

(The spaceship touches down with its engines pointing at the Tardis, which is very close by.) 

RORVIK: Good lads. Who's got control of the overload power? 

MAN [OC]: I think it's me. 

RORVIK: You think? Listen, everyone. This isn't the MZ we're messing around with here, it's a full blown back blast. I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your eye on the controls. 

PACKARD: Back blast activated, and building. 

RORVIK: How long till full power? 

PACKARD: It's hard to tell with the motors in this state. About ten minutes. 

RORVIK: Revivals. Break out the cargo. 

PACKARD: What, now? 

RORVIK: Well, if this works, we'll need to see where we're going. 

PACKARD: You can't do a proper revival in ten minutes! 

RORVIK: We'll revive them all. One of them might come through. Well, try it. Let's do something round here for a change. 

[Cargo hold]

ROYCE: Don't switch the light on. 

ALDO: Why not? 

ROYCE: Well, it's bad for them. 

ALDO: What, you think this is going to do them any good? 

(They wheel out the first Tharil.) 

ALDO: I don't know. Ten minutes to plug them all up. Rush, rush, rush. 

SAGAN: Ready? 

ROYCE: Yes, sir. Just as the Captain ordered. Meet the sardines. 

SAGAN: Prepare for revival. Switch on now. Well, what's the matter? 

ALDO: Er, I feel I'm coming over a bit nauseous, sir. I'll be all right with a breath of air. 

(Aldo leaves, and Royce tries to follow.) 

SAGAN: And where do you think you're going? 

ROYCE: Oh, I'll just go and make sure he's all right, sir. I'll be back in a minute. 

[Spaceship]

(Aldo has hidden in a store room, and brewed a couple of mugs of drink.) 

ALDO: Psst. 

(Royce enters and takes a mug. There is a scream from the cargo hold.) 

ALDO: I can't stand a lot of that. 

ROYCE: Funny you signed on with Rorvik. 

ALDO: Light duties is what he said. 

(Another, louder, scream.) 

ROYCE: It'll all end in tears, mark my words. 

(A third scream.) 

[Cargo hold]

(Rorvik and Lane enter.) 

SAGAN: Sorry, sir. It's no good. 

RORVIK: No good? What kind of report's that? 

SAGAN: Three tries, three rejects. 

LANE: Could be the power fluctuation where we had the damage. I'll go and look. 

RORVIK: Since when do you give yourself orders on my ship? I'll check the cable, you get back to the bridge. Well, break out some more. 

(Biroc and the other Tharil, who is apparently called Lazlo, are hiding by the main hatch when Rorvik leaves the spaceship. Lazlo enters.) 

[Outer skin breach]

ROMANA: The clipboard marks the spot. I'll stand guard. 

(The Doctor climbs through the hole and up a ladder. When he's out of sight, Romana enters and heads for a staircase. The Doctor reaches the top of the ladder.) 

RORVIK: Is this what you're looking for, Doctor? 

(Rorvik drops the clipboard.) 

DOCTOR: Look here, Rorvik. You've got to stop this back blast. You'll kill us all. 

RORVIK: So you say, Doctor. I say it's the only way out of here. 

(Rorvik stands on the Doctor's fingers.) 

DOCTOR: You can't blast through those mirrors. You must realise by now it just throws the energy straight back. 

RORVIK: They've got to break. Everything breaks eventually. 

(He kicks the Doctor back down the ladder, comes after him and starts to strangle him with his own scarf. Romana arrives and tries hitting Rorvik with the clipboard.) 

DOCTOR: Never mind the clipboard, short the cables. 

(The Doctor gives Romana the manacles.) 

DOCTOR: Drain the main power line. Earth it to the ladder. 

ROMANA: I know. I've done it. 

(Rorvik lets the Doctor go and heads for the ladder to undo the damage.) 

DOCTOR: Biroc? What are you doing here? 

BIROC: Nothing. 

DOCTOR: It's all right for you. 

BIROC: And for you, too. Do nothing. 

DOCTOR: Do nothing? 

ROMANA: Of course, Doctor. Don't you see? 

DOCTOR: Yes, that's right. Do nothing, if it's the right sort of nothing. 

(They join hands with Biroc and fade away. Rorvik has removed the manacles from the cable.) 

RORVIK: Run, Doctor. Scurry off back to your blue box. You're like all the rest. Lizards when there's a man's work to be done. I'm sick of your kind. Faint-hearted, do-nothing, lily-livered deadweights. This is the end for all of you! I'm finally getting something done! Bwahahahaha! 

[Cargo hold]

(Sagan rolls his latest failure off the gurney. Then Lazlo enters.) 

SAGAN: Here, where did you spring from? I haven't done you. Never mind, you're just what we need. 

(Sagan pulls his blaster, but Lazlo easily overpowers him and brings an exposed piece of cable towards his chest.) 

SAGAN: Just a minute! Argh! 

(Lazlo goes to the nearest Tharil and holds his paw out over his forehead. The Tharil wakes. He repeats the operation.) 

[Outside the Tardis]

DOCTOR: We've made it. Quick, quick, inside. What's the matter? 

ROMANA: I'm not coming with you. 

DOCTOR: Inside. That's an order. 

ROMANA: No more orders, Doctor. Goodbye. 

DOCTOR: What? What a moment to choose. 

ROMANA: But it is, isn't it? A moment to choose. I've got to be my own Romana. 

BIROC: And we need a Time Lord. 

ROMANA: Goodbye, Doctor. 

Tom : 

No, no, no. Wait, wait. There's something else. 

K9. He'll be all right with you behind the mirrors. 

ROMANA: 

I'll take care of him. 

Tom : 

I'll miss you. You were the noblest Romana of them all. 

(The Doctor enters the TARDIS. Romana carries K9 away, with Biroc. 

They return to The Gate and go through The Mirror. 

The TARDIS dematerialises, glowing red 

in the building back blast from the spaceship. 

The Gate explodes, then the spaceship goes boom and bursts into flames.) 

[Monochrome land]

(The TARDIS briefly appears in mid air by Powis Castle. 

Romana, Biroc and K9 watch from the terraced gardens.) 

ROMANA: 

The TARDIS. Gone. 

K9: 

TARDIS preserved in concept, Mistress. 

This unit contains all necessary schedules 

for duplication of The TARDIS, Mistress.

 

ROMANA: 

Exactly, K9. Biroc will help us use The Gateway 

to travel anywhere in E-space, 

and We can give him 

Time technology.

 

BIROC: 

You shall be Our Time Lord, and We will travel far. 

Our People are enslaved on many planets. 

ROMANA: 

And You and I, K9, are going to help Biroc free them. 

That's something we've got to do, don't you think?

K9: 

Affirmative, Mistress. 

(Time-shifted images of Tharils leave the smoking remains 

of the spaceship and enter The Gateway.) 

[TARDIS]

ADRIC: 

The Picture's fading.

 

Tom : 

Yes. 

ADRIC: 

It's gone. Nothing there. 

Tom : 

So it has. Nothing. 

Well, that's something. 

ADRIC: 

How can nothing be something? 

Tom :

Well, if the E-space image translator doesn't work, 

I'm hoping we're in N-Space.

 

ADRIC: 

Back in Your Own Universe....

Tom :

Yes. 

ADRIC: 

Can you be sure?

 

Tom : 

Did I say 'sure'? 

ADRIC: 

No. 

Tom :

Yes -- One Good, Solid Hope's 

worth a cartload of Certainties. 

ADRIC: 

Will Romana be alright? 

Tom :

Alright? She'll be superb.

Do Nothing (So Long as It's The Right Sort of Nothing)

Tom : 

Never mind the clipboard, 

short the cables.

(The Doctor gives Romana the manacles.)

Tom : 

Drain the main power line. 

Earth it to The Ladder.

ROMANA: 

I know. I've done it.

(Rorvik lets The Doctor go and heads 

for the ladder to undo the damage.)

Tom : 

Biroc? What are 

you doing here?

BIROC: 

Nothing.

Tom : 

It's all right for you.

BIROC: 

And for You, Too : 

Do Nothing.

Tom : 

Do Nothing?

ROMANA: 

Of course, Doctor. 

Don't you see?

Tom: 

Yes, that's right. 

Do Nothing.

....if it's the right 

sort of Nothing.

(They join hands with Biroc and fade away. 

Rorvik has removed the manacles 

from the cable.)

RORVIK: 

Run, Doctor. Scurry off 

back to your blue box. 

You're like all the rest. 

Lizards when there's 

a man's work to be done. 

I'm sick of your kind. 

Faint-hearted, do-nothing, 

lily-livered deadweights. 

This is The End for all of you! 

I'm finally getting 

something done! 

Bwahahahaha!

You know, I'm thinking, Spencer. 

I'm thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, 

how he clearly hates my guts. 

But he is out there, right now, 

gathering shit for me to make sure 

I don't hurt any of the fine people 

that live here. 

He is swallowing His Hate and 
getting shit done. 

That takes guts.

-- Negan.

There are Three Physical Gateways

There are Three Physical Gateways, 

and The Three are One.

"Probability computes at zero point zero zero zero five seven, Mistress."

K-9 :

All systems functioning. 

Recommend priority transferred to 

the three humanoid life forms 

approaching The TARDIS. 

ADRIC: 

What? He's having delusions! 

(Rorvik, Packard and Lane walk through The Void. 

The Portable Mass Detector is a chest-sized box strapped to Lane. 

The beeping speeds up. 

Meanwhile, Romana enters from The Interior 

with an armful of boxes.) 

ROMANA: 

These stores really are The Limit. 

Nothing's catalogued. 

Half the shelves are empty. 

This was all I could find. 

Adric? Adric. 

(Adric is looking at the scanner, 

so Romana does too and sees 

the three men approaching.) 

ROMANA: 

But that's impossible. 

The Coordinates are at Zero. 

K9: 

Probability computes at 0.00057, Mistress. 

Please apply 0.67 error correction to this estimate. 

Error in error correction estimate 

estimated at 0.3705 --

ROMANA: 

We should do something. 

He'll go like this forever. 

(Romana pulls a wire in his back.) 

K9: 

Correction. All present and correct. 

King's Regulations (Army) 

Report of the orderly sergeant 

to the officer of the day : 

Default is martial...

(K9 runs out of power and stops.) 

ROMANA: 

It's all going to be all right, K9.