THE SEEDS OF DOOM

BY ROBERT BANKS STEWART

PART SIX

Original Air Date: 2 April, 1976
6:45pm - 7:10pm

BERESFORD: Laser, quick. Let him have it. f*re!

HENDERSON: The Major!

BERESFORD: And another. f*re!

DOCTOR: The other door. Come on!

BERESFORD: h*t it square in the chest. f*re! f*re! f*re!

BERESFORD: Come on, out.

DOCTOR: We've got to find Chase before he has another att*ck of megalomania. Krynoid on the outside, a madman lurking inside, not a happy situation.

SARAH: Do you think he's counting on the Krynoid sparing him, if, well, if he sacrifices us?

HENDERSON: Well, Major Beresford did do his best, even if it was like using a sh**t

DOCTOR: Shush, shush, shush. I think we've been wrong about Chase up till now.

HENDERSON: What are you on about?

DOCTOR: Will you just shut up a minute, please? You said Chase went outside and actually took photographs of the Krynoid, and came in apparently unharmed. Unharmed?

SARAH: You mean he's actually infected?

DOCTOR: Or possessed.

BERESFORD: Come on, quick, come on!

DOCTOR: You and Henderson take that corridor. Sarah and I will go this way.

CHASE: Filth.

SARAH: (quietly) Doctor, maybe he's not in the house.

DOCTOR: I doubt that.

HENDERSON: Doctor, there's creeper breaking through into the corridor.

DOCTOR: Where's Scorby?

HENDERSON: He's back in the main lab.

DOCTOR: Come on, let's join him there.

THACKERAY: What happened?

BERESFORD: We've had to pull back. The laser's hopeless against it.

THACKERAY: And you haven't made contact with the Doctor?

BERESFORD: No, not yet, but I'm going to try and get through with a couple of men.

SCORBY: It's like we're under siege.

HENDERSON: Here, do your best. I'll go and see if I can get some more timber.

DOCTOR: Yes, you go and do that.

SCORBY: It's trying its luck on the east wing now. I still say we make a break for it.

DOCTOR: Oh Scorby, just think about what we're up against. Everything that grows in the ground is your enemy. You wouldn't get far.

SCORBY: So what are we supposed to do? Wait here until the Krynoid reduces this place to rubble?

SARAH: Don't be so negative. Major Beresford's going to come up with something.

SCORBY: Oh yeah. That laser g*n was useless, wasn't it. Look, I've never relied on anybody, just myself. I've always got myself out of trouble. Africa, the Middle East, you name it. I've not been a mercenary for nothing. I'm a survivor, right?

DOCTOR: Hmm? Scorby, b*ll*ts and b*mb aren't the answer to everything.

SCORBY: What are we going to do?

SARAH: Oh, just shut up, will you? We're all in the same boat.

SCORBY: And where's your precious Beresford? I suppose he's dropped everything and run, has he?

DOCTOR: No more than you would, Scorby.

SARAH: (looking out of the window.) It's coming back this way, Doctor. Any hope yet?

DOCTOR: Oh yes. Chase didn't do any irreparable damage. I think I can fix this.

SARAH: Well done.

SCORBY: Oh yeah. Well done Doctor. Why are you bothering? It's obvious your army friends have scarpered. I'd have done the same if I'd been out there. We're as d*ad as mutton, you realise? RIP. It's ridiculous, isn't it.

DOCTOR: Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Scorby. It'll become a habit.

DOCTOR: No, Scorby, don't! Don't go, Scorby, you won't make it!

SARAH: What's that?

DOCTOR: Probably the plants have got into the humidity system.

SARAH: Well, that means the water could boil up and blow suddenly.

DOCTOR: It's possible.

SARAH: Oh, great. That's all we need. A scalding shower.

DOCTOR: Ah. Henderson. Sergeant Henderson?

SARAH: He's not back yet.

DOCTOR: You go and get him.

SARAH: Right.

DOCTOR: Tell him I need Beresford's wavelength.

SARAH: Sergeant? Sergeant? Sergeant?

SARAH: Sergeant? Sergeant?

CHASE: The sergeant's no longer with us. He's in the garden. He's part of the garden.

SARAH: That's very clever of you.

CHASE: Don't humour me, Miss Smith. We're helping the plant world, the sergeant and I. In different ways, of course. I've become part of a life that I've always admired for its beauty, colours, sensitivity. I have the Krynoid to thank, as it thanks me for its opportunity to exist here on Earth. Soon the Krynoids will dominate everywhere, and your foul species will disappear.

SARAH: And you'll all flower happily ever after.

CHASE: You and your kind are nothing but parasites. You're dependant upon us for the air you breathe and the food you eat. We have only one use for you.

BERESFORD: This is Scorpio section. I say again, this is Scorpio section. Are you receiving me? Over.

DOCTOR: Hello, Beresford, this is the Doctor. I can hear you. Over.

BERESFORD (OOV.): Great. What's your situation, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Desperate. We're trapped. What action are you taking against the Krynoid?

BERESFORD (OOV.): The laser had no effect. Frankly, we're stuck for an answer.

DOCTOR: Listen, Beresford. By my reckoning you've got about before the Krynoid reaches the point of primary germination.

BERESFORD: What's he mean?

THACKERAY: Give me that. Doctor, Thackeray here. What do you mean by primary germination?

DOCTOR (OOV.): I mean the Krynoid is about to eject hundreds of embryo pods. The whole planet will be doomed.

THACKERAY: How can we stop it?

DOCTOR (OOV.): There's only one way, Sir Colin. A low level att*ck by aircraft with high expl*sives.

THACKERAY: But that'll mean destroying the house too. What about you and the others?

DOCTOR: Never mind us. Order that att*ck, it's your only chance. Out.

RAF (OOV.): I'll be with you in figures three minutes. Over.

BERESFORD: Roger, Red Leader. Out.

BERESFORD: Well, the planes are on their way. Three minutes.

THACKERAY: Is there no way we can get them out?

BERESFORD: Not a chance.

DOCTOR: Quick, Sarah, the button. The button!

SARAH: I can't

DOCTOR: Sarah, I tried to save him. He was trying to pull me in.

BERESFORD: That was a sighting run. Scorpio section to Red Leader. Over.

RAF (OOV.): Red Leader section. We see your target. We're turning to att*ck now. Over.

BERESFORD: Understood. Good luck. Out.

THACKERAY: Still no sign of the Doctor.

BERESFORD: Afraid not.

RAF (OOV.): ... again. Let's turn it into chop suey.

SARAH: Where do we go? We've a Krynoid outside, steam inside, b*mb overhead.

DOCTOR: Steam. Steam!

DOCTOR: Stand by that door, Sarah.

SARAH: Right.

DOCTOR: When I say. Come on, come on.

DOCTOR: Now!

DOCTOR: Come on!

THACKERAY: Well, Doctor, do you think we've heard the last of the Krynoid?

DOCTOR: Sir Colin, the Intergalactic Floral Society, of which quite naturally I'm the President, finds Krynoids a difficult subject to study. Their researchers tend to disappear.

SARAH: Hmm, I can imagine. A case of one veg and no meat.

THACKERAY: Very neat, Miss Smith.

SARAH: Sorry about that.

THACKERAY: And talking of societies, Doctor, the Royal Horticultural Society's got wind of this affair. They'd rather like you to address one of their meetings.

DOCTOR: Really? When?

THACKERAY: I think they suggested the fifteenth.

DOCTOR: Fifteenth, fifteenth. No, impossible. I'm fully booked for the next two centuries, but any time after that.

THACKERAY: Doctor, I don't know when you're being serious.

SARAH: I know just how you feel, Sir Colin.

DOCTOR: Have you ever heard of Cassiopeia?

SARAH: Animal, vegetable or mineral?

DOCTOR: It's a good place for a holiday. We need a break. Come on.

SARAH: Oh, great!

DOCTOR: Sir Colin, do you fancy a little excursion?

THACKERAY: I'd be delighted, but my wife's expecting me home for tea.

SARAH: Ah, this isn't Cassiopeia.

DOCTOR: It's Antarctica.

SARAH: We're back where we started!

DOCTOR: Yes.

SARAH: We won't get a suntan here.

DOCTOR: No.

SARAH: You forgot to cancel the coordinate programme, didn't you.

DOCTOR: Yes.

SARAH: Shall we try again?

DOCTOR: Yes. Just a minute.

SARAH: What?

DOCTOR: Have we been here before, or

BOTH: Are we yet to come?
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