THE LEISURE HIVE

BY DAVID FISHER

Episode 4

Original Air Date: 20 September, 1980
6:15pm - 6:40pm

FOAMASI: Now that I have your attention and this traitor's voice synthesiser, I must explain. I am the Foamasi government.

DOCTOR: Mmm, it looks genuine to me.

PANGOL: These people are enemies.

FOAMASI: Those two are the enemy. A saboteur and a m*rder.

PANGOL: They were the cause of all these accidents?

FOAMASI: With assorted colleagues, they've been systematically trying to run this planet down.

MENA: But Brock

FOAMASI: The real Brock never left Earth.

MENA: I don't understand.

FOAMASI: Since our last government clamp-down, the West Lodge has been looking for a new venue for its illegal activities. Argolis would have been ideal.

MENA: They should have known we'd never sell.

FOAMASI: Their business methods are very persuasive. This one is the leader of all sectors. With him under arrest, the West Lodge is wound up. You're going back to face trial.

FOAMASI: The filaments will hold them until we board our shuttle.

PANGOL: We can't let these aliens go.

MENA: Why not?

PANGOL: Don't you understand? They've been spying on our planet.

MENA: The government agents mean to help.

PANGOL: An excuse to infiltrate.

MENA: I'm not persuaded, Pangol.

PANGOL: Then I must persuade you.

MENA: Must?

PANGOL: Yes. There are new imperatives.

MENA: Let me past. It is my duty to escort them to their shuttle.

PANGOL: Then I relieve you of that duty.

MENA: Let me pass immediately. That is an order.

PANGOL: No!

FOAMASI: I'm glad this has ended so satisfactorily.

DOCTOR: If it has ended.

FOAMASI: With the arrest of those two, peace is restored.

ROMANA: What the Doctor means is

DOCTOR: Don't cross your bridges before they're hatched.

PANGOL: Wait! The Argolin dawn. The dawn of the new Argolis. No one can now be permitted to leave. You are destined by history to remain and watch.

FOAMASI: I am an ambassador. To interdict my departure would be an act of w*r.

PANGOL: You won't leave here alive.

ROMANA: Come on. We'd better do something quickly.

ROMANA: The random field frame.

HARDIN: It's probably back in the Generator by now.

ROMANA: Then Pangol's ready to proceed.

HARDIN: Yes. If Pangol's replaced the random field frame, we'll still be getting surges.

ROMANA: I can't see any way round that, can you, Doctor? Doctor?

DOCTOR: Please get on with it. There's so little time.

HARDIN: Now, if we had a second random field frame.

DOCTOR: The TARDIS.

ROMANA: Not the Randomiser.

DOCTOR: Perfect. With the s*ab matrix.

ROMANA: It's too risky. How long would it take us to build one?

HARDIN: I must work out some new eigen functions.

ROMANA: Right, I'll modify the oscillator.

MENA: No! No, that is a sacred symbol.

PANGOL: A symbol of our shame. The Helmet of Theron is a call for revenge.

MENA: Theron worshipped the flame of w*r.

PANGOL: A flame that welded Argolis into a single nation.

MENA: And brought us death.

PANGOL: And he will be avenged. We, Pangol, the child of the Generator, will fulfil his dreams of great conquests.

MENA: How? With what army?

PANGOL: We are the army.

MENA: You've perfected it?

The Doctor starts to enter the Generator room, sees Vargos at the control console and backs out again. Vargos turns as the door closes, and sees nothing.)

PANGOL: Guides of Argolis. According to our ancient laws, we, Pangol, declare ourselves your new leader.

PANGOL: We are the future, guides of Argolis, for what is about to happen and for the eons that lie beyond, you will grant us your unquestioning obedience.

PANGOL (OOV.): Citizens of the old Argolis.

HARDIN: Mena's d*ad.

PANGOL (OOV.): Your appointed tasks in the Experiential Grid are hereby concluded.

PANGOL: All guides to the Recreation Generator. Citizens of the old Argolis, today your lives will be irrevocably changed and the Hive itself transformed as we equip ourselves for the rebirth of this great planet.

HARDIN: We, Pangol? What does he mean?

ROMANA: I think it's more than just a figure of speech.

HARDIN: If only we could have saved Mena.

ROMANA: It's not too late. Look.

ROMANA: Hardin!

HARDIN: I've got to get up there.

ROMANA: You'll get caught. Doctor, tell him. Where is he?

ROMANA: He's heading for the Generator. He's mad! He's going to try to fit the Randomiser himself.

VARGOS: The Foamasi shuttle is requesting permission to take off, sir.

PANGOL: Denied.

VARGOS: Their request has diplomatic priority, sir.

PANGOL: Denied!

PANGOL: The Foamasi will return to the Hive to witness the fulfillment of Argolin destiny.

DOCTOR: The anti-baryon shield. Anti-baryon shield. Anti-baryon shield. Now, where was it, exactly?

PANGOL: Citizens of Argolis, the time has come!

VARGOS: Sir, we have another urgent request from the Foamasi shuttle for clearance.

PANGOL: The Foamasi request clearance. Let they try taking off. I'll clear them into time and space!

ROMANA: Stop! Stop! You mustn't start the Generator.

PANGOL: Another defiant alien. Nothing can stop us now.

ROMANA: But the Doctor's in there!

PANGOL: Begin the programme.

TANNOY: Attention. This is the launch systems controller. The Foamasi shuttle has launched.

PANGOL: Well, blow it into space!

ROMANA: That is an act of w*r!

PANGOL: w*r is the destiny of the new Argolis.

ROMANA: The Foamasi shuttle. He's mad! You've got to stop him. You've got to stop him. He's mad!

ROMANA: Stop him! Stop him!

ROMANA: Oh no. An army of Pangols.

ROMANA: Stop this. The Doctor's in there.

PANGOL: Remove that alien trash. Let her rot outside.

ROMANA: Let me go! The Doctor's in there. Let me go! Let me go!

PANGOL: Continue the programme.

HARDIN: Mena?

PANGOL (OOV.): Fetch the body of the Chairman. That too can be disposed of outside.

ROMANA: Stop! Let me go! Let me go! The Doctor's in there! Let me go!

ROMANA: What are you doing?

ROMANA: Doctor!

PANGOL: No. No. No. No.

DOCTOR: It's terribly simple. It's a tachyon image. Outwardly Pangol, inwardly me. Unfortunately, these tachyon images are very unstable.

DOCTOR 2: Or fortunately, depending on your point of view.

HARDIN: The Generator.

ROMANA: Then where's the Doctor?

ROMANA: Thank heavens. At least you're solid enough.

DOCTOR: Come on, we've got work to do.

ROMANA: Please.

DOCTOR: Shush, careful.

ROMANA: You're the last one.

DOCTOR: The first one, actually.

ROMANA: What?

DOCTOR: The first one out of the Generator.

ROMANA: Then you're real?

DOCTOR: It's hard to tell.

DOCTOR: Yes, I feel real enough. Yes, it's holding up quite well so far.

DOCTOR: That's me nearly complete. Where's my coat?

ROMANA: Here. I think I see. The images must have been multiplied in a sort of FIFO stack.

DOCTOR: FIFO stack? Yes, I see what you mean. First in, first out. Where's my hat? Thank you.

ROMANA: Which would make you the original.

DOCTOR: Well, I had concluded that empirically, but it's nice to have some theoretical background.

ROMANA: I've just remembered.

DOCTOR: What? Mena! Come on, quick.

PANGOL: We shall begin again!

HARDIN: Out of my way.

PANGOL: Dispose of her outside.

HARDIN: Out of my way!

PANGOL: Outside! I order you! She's d*ad! I am in command!

HARDIN: She's stopped breathing. The Generator is her only chance.

PANGOL: No, I must be leader! The Argolin need me. A new army can still be built. We can change the Generator. I must be leader!

ROMANA: Look!

DOCTOR: I think I set it on rejuvenation.

ROMANA: What? Anything could happen. It's totally unstable.

HARDIN: It's useless. The doors won't open while it's running.

DOCTOR: It's too late. They've written out the override.

ROMANA: It's too dangerous!

MENA: This time I must try to bring him up properly, but there's work to do first. We must contact the Foamasi and avert this w*r.

FOAMASI: You mentioned Foamasi?

MENA: But your shuttle.

FOAMASI: The West Lodge leader who impersonated Brock must have tried to take off without us.

DOCTOR: So Brock and Klout are kaput, little Pangol.

MENA: I'm so sorry. Naturally, we'll replace your vehicle.

FOAMASI: Later. You and I have a lot to discuss, Madam Chairman.

MENA: Forgive me, but I didn't quite catch your name.

MENA: Ah, of course. Well, let's continue this discussion in the boardroom.

DOCTOR: Hardin!

HARDIN: Doctor.

DOCTOR: Have a baby.

DOCTOR: I think we're redundant here. Let's go.

ROMANA: The Randomiser.

DOCTOR: What about it?

ROMANA: Well, we can't just leave it here.

DOCTOR: Why not? I don't like not knowing where we're going to turn up next.

ROMANA: Neither does the Black Guardian. That is the point of the thing. The Black Guardian's a real thr*at.

DOCTOR: Some galactic hobo with ideas above his station. The cosmos is full of them. Anyway, there's been enough randomising on this job.

ROMANA: Job? It was meant to be a holiday.

DOCTOR: Well then, I'm going to be very glad to get back to work. And I'm missing K9.
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