NIGHTMARE OF EDEN

BY: BOB BAKER

Part Two

Original Air Date: 1 December 1979
Running time: 22:44

RIGG: What the devil was that?

DOCTOR: I don't know.

RIGG: And what in the name of the suns is it doing on board the ship? First a collision, then a d*ad navigator, and now a monster roaming about my ship! It's totally inexplicable.

DOCTOR: Nothing's inexplicable.

RIGG: Then explain it!

DOCTOR: It's inexplicable. We'd better put it back.

RIGG: It must have been that that got Secker.

DOCTOR: Maybe, but Secker was a d*ad man already.

RIGG: What do you mean?

DOCTOR: He was taking Vraxoin.

RIGG: Oh, no.

RIGG: None of my passengers could have brought it on board the ship.

DOCTOR: Dymond's ship?

RIGG: No, I've scanned it. Still, I'll scan the Empress again.

DOCTOR: Yes, the Vraxoin must be found.

RIGG: Yes, it's bad stuff.

DOCTOR: Bad stuff? It's the worst. I've seen whole planets ravaged by it while the merchants made fortunes.

RIGG: Your people knew it would be on board, did they?

DOCTOR: What, my people?

RIGG: Well, you're an agent, aren't you?

DOCTOR: No! I'm the Doctor. I keep telling you that.

RIGG: Yes, but who do you work for?

DOCTOR: Work for? I don't work for anybody. I'm just having fun.

RIGG: Everybody works for somebody.

RIGG: If there's any Vraxoin on board, it'll show up on the scan.

DOCTOR: Can you check the whole ship with this?

RIGG: Every nook and cranny. Nothing in the forward section.

DOCTOR: Secker kept his in the luggage area. I took what was left then someone took it from me. After stunning me, that is.

RIGG: Who?

DOCTOR: Yes, who indeed.

RIGG: Nothing.

DOCTOR: Is there any possible shield against that scan?

RIGG: No, no, no.

DOCTOR: Really?

RIGG: Well, any shield would be too small to hide any useful quantity of the stuff.

DOCTOR: Yes, a small thick tube. Very mysterious.

RIGG: But this drug is hardly our most pressing problem.

DOCTOR: Yes, I know, I know. We've got to get the ships separated.

RIGG: Yes, but how to get through to the power unit?

DOCTOR: Yes. You know, there might be a way we can do it using my ship.

RIGG: Your ship?

DOCTOR: Yes.

RIGG: Yes, where is your ship, by the way?

DOCTOR: Oh, around.

RIGG: Well there you go again. How do I know I can trust you?

DOCTOR: Yes. Or I you, Captain.

RIGG: Oh, that's hardly the point.

DOCTOR: Yes, but who's helping whom?

RIGG: All right, what do you want me to do?

DOCTOR: Right, when I give the word, I want Dymond to put his ship on full power. Trust me, Captain.

DELLA: Romana! Are you all right?

ROMANA: I don't know. I think so.

DELLA: What happened?

ROMANA: Oh. I must have fainted.

DELLA: Was it anything to do with the machine?

ROMANA: Yes. I was watching the projection, and then I. Oh. It isn't on anymore. I just felt hot. I must have fainted.

DELLA: I asked you not to put that particular image on.

ROMANA: Yes, I know, but as I was on my own I thought I'd just have another look. Besides, you assured me that it was perfectly safe, didn't you.

DELLA: Of course. I'll tell you what. I'll get you something to drink. You look quite pale.

RIGG: Ah, Della.

DELLA: Oh, hello, Captain.

RIGG: That's just what I was after.

DELLA: Oh, it's for Romana. She's fainted. I'll get one for you.

RIGG: Fainted, you say? It wasn't something she saw, was it?

DELLA: No, I think she just felt hot.

RIGG: Oh, why don't I just take this one.

DELLA: Help yourself.

RIGG: Thanks.

DOCTOR: I want to get as close as possible.

K9: Predict only sixty percent chance of success, master.

DOCTOR: Tell me, K9, how is it that, how is it you always look on the black side of things?

DOCTOR: Here am I, trying a little lateral thinking, and what do you do? You trample all over it with logic.

K9: It is a question of the localised power available, master. I predict

DOCTOR: Sixty percent. I heard you, I heard you. But it's worth a try. Now, come on. Let's go and find your mistress. Come on. Come on.

DYMOND: I've got to be away soon or I'll lose my contract. A year's work for nothing. Do you realise that? It's all your fault, Captain. You were off course.

RIGG: And you shouldn't have been in that sector.

TRYST: Gentlemen, please. Blaming each other won't help anything. The only person who seems to be able to do anything constructive is the Doctor, and we must support him.

RIGG: Yes, yes. I just wish we knew more about him. You know he's got some bee in his bonnet about drug smuggling on the ship.

TRYST: Drug smuggling?

RIGG: Yes. There isn't any evidence to back up his suspicions. There isn't a trace of any drug anywhere on the ship at all. Still, I think that's the least of our worries.

DOCTOR: Are you sure about that? That creature came through the picture?

ROMANA: Yes.

DOCTOR: You were right about this machine. It is unstable, and that creature's escaped from its electric zoo. I wonder where it came from?

ROMANA: A planet called Eden.

DOCTOR: Eden?

ROMANA: Do you know it?

DOCTOR: Well, it rings a bell.

TRYST: Ah, Doctor. I have a message for you. Oh, I'm so delighted that you are taking an interest in my CET machine.

DOCTOR: I'm absolutely amazed.

TRYST: Yes. Well, it is rather impressive, isn't it.

DOCTOR: No, I mean I'm amazed at you, Tryst, using a machine like this when it's still so primitive. The whole thing's utterly unstable.

TRYST: Well, I value your opinion, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Good, good. I value my life and this machine makes me feel for it.

TRYST: It does?

DOCTOR: Yes.

TRYST: Well, what do you think is so wrong?

DOCTOR: Well, at a rough guess I'd say the spatial integrator, transmutation oscillator, hologistic retention circuit. Shall I go on?

TRYST: Yes.

DOCTOR: Dimensional osmosis damper?

TRYST: Er, the what?

DOCTOR: You mean you haven't even got a dimensional osmosis damper? Professor, you don't realise how unstable this machine is.

TRYST: Yes, yes, all right, Doctor. In spite of your interest, I have decided to shut it off until I've had a chance to make some adjustments.

DOCTOR: Well, I'm delighted to hear it.

TRYST: Yes, no, no, and it doesn't matter what you are saying, I'm going to switch it off.

DOCTOR: Good!

TRYST: Yes. Oh, I nearly forgot.

DOCTOR: What?

TRYST: The message. The separation of the ships. Dymond is waiting for you.

DOCTOR: I'm on my way. Romana, off to the TARDIS. I'll give you details later. Tryst! Don't you forget to switch that off.

RIGG: You know what, Dymond? The Empress has eaten your ship. Ha ha! Eaten it.

DYMOND (on monitor): I don't see why you find it so funny. After all, you stand to lose your Captaincy over this.

RIGG: Yeah, I know, I know, I know. I mean, that's funny in itself, isn't it.

DOCTOR: Stay there, K9. Stay there. Right then, Dymond. Ready for another try? I want you to put your ship on full power. Not now. When I tell you.

DYMOND (on monitor): Right, Doctor.

RIGG: Where are you going to be, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Here, if it's all right with you. Romana's in my ship. I can keep an eye on things from here.

RIGG: Oh, be my guest.

DOCTOR: Thank you. Romana?

ROMANA (on monitor): All ready, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Good, good. We're just waiting on Dymond. K9?

K9: Yes, master?

DOCTOR: Just in case your prediction is correct, go along to one of the blurred areas and take a reading for me.

K9: Affirmative.

DOCTOR: Good dog.

K9: Success only sixty percent owing to factors of localised energy.

DYMOND (on monitor): Ready when you are, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Good. Start building up power.

RIGG: Well, I'll leave you to it, Doctor. I'm thirsty.

DOCTOR: Romana, get ready. What did you say? Romana, get ready.

DYMOND (on monitor): I'll have to switch off, Doctor. My ship's breaking up.

DOCTOR: No, no. Come on, Dymond, now. Don't lose your nerve. We're almost there. Just a bit longer.

DYMOND (on monitor): No, she won't take it!

DOCTOR: Romana, switch off. Something's wrong. I'll go and find K9. He's taking a reading for me.

DOCTOR: K9? K9, where are you? K9? He must have slipped through. Good boy, K9!

A figure in passenger coveralls and dark glasses comes out of a door behind the Doctor. He turns.)

DOCTOR: Ah, could I have a word with you, please?

WOMAN: What's going on?

DOCTOR: I'm looking for a man dressed just like you.

MAN: When are we going to land? We've been stuck for ages. How much longer?

DOCTOR: Which way did he go? This way?

MAN 2: Maybe that's the entertainment?

DOCTOR: Excuse me.

DOCTOR: Excuse me.

WOMAN 2: What's the meaning of this? Why aren't we going down to Azure?

DOCTOR: I promise you, everything possible is being done.

WOMAN 2: But what are they doing about it?

DOCTOR: Here, have a jelly baby and don't forget to brush your teeth.

DOCTOR: I only wanted a word with you, whoever you are. You took something from me, old chap. I'd rather like to have it back.

RIGG: Little ships in big ships. Ships in bottles. Russian dolls, that's what it's like. You remember those?

ROMANA: Yes, I do. I wonder if the people who made them realised they were making a model of the universe?

RIGG: A what? Eh?

ROMANA: As a primitive concept, you know.

TRYST: I don't think the Captain is in a mood to discuss philosophy. Can I get you anything, Rigg? A caffetine capsule, perhaps? 

RIGG: No, let's talk about life while I await my dismissal and eventual execution for dereliction of duty and I really couldn't care less.

TRYST: Oh, come on, Captain. The Doctor may still come up with something.

RIGG: The Doctor. The enigmatic, almighty Mister Fix-it. He's failed again and I don't care about that either.

ROMANA: Not yet. I'd better go and see what he's doing.

TRYST: Oh, please.

RIGG: Hey. Hey, it's them. They're the ones who are doing the drug smuggling, you know? So the Doctor isn't going to do anything at all, right?

DOCTOR: I just want to talk to you. I promise you, you'll enjoy it. Stop!

RIGG: Okay, so the Doctor's an agent. Yes, that's it. He's a narcotics agent.

TRYST: And we must give him all the help that we can. Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better. There. And Romana, is she an agent too?

RIGG: What if she is? I mean, I don't care. What does it matter? I mean, nothing matters at all.

ROMANA: Doctor?

DOCTOR: What are you doing?

ROMANA: Doctor? Where are you?

ROMANA: Doctor! Are you all right? There's a creature in there. It's horrible. We've got to get away. What were you doing in there? Come on!

DOCTOR: Romana, stop. Do you know I've just come through an interface? That's no mean feat. I'm not even sure I'm all here.

ROMANA: You mean you've been right through to the other side?

DOCTOR: Yes, I have, I have. Did you see anyone while I was in there? Coveralls, dark glasses.

ROMANA: Well, someone sh*t at that creature and drove it off.

DOCTOR: It must have been the chap I was chasing. The fellow who jumped me in the luggage section. Still, I know something about him now. He dropped his radiation band in the struggle just now. Look. Volante.

ROMANA: Tryst's ship?

DOCTOR: Yes.

DELLA: What's the matter with Captain Rigg?

TRYST: Oh, I think he (?) a little too much, but he'll be all right.

DELLA: Good. I thought you told the Doctor you wouldn't use the CET again?

TRYST: Ah, yes, but I'm using for his benefit, Della.

DELLA: Oh?

TRYST: Yes. The Doctor is looking for someone on this ship who is carrying Vraxoin.

DELLA: Vrax?

TRYST: Yes, Vrax. The Doctor is probably a narcotics agent, so we are all under suspicion. So I thought perhaps that we might put our own house in order, as it were.

DELLA: How do you mean?

TRYST: Well, Della, I've been thinking about Stott, our sadly lamented crewman and your close friend, and his strange behaviour on Eden. Might it be him who discovered a new source of Vrax? But he died, of course, didn't he.

DELLA: What are you suggesting?

TRYST: No, Della, I'm sorry to do this, but I must be certain about a few things, not the least to eliminate the possibility that the Volante and my expedition was used to transport this detestable substance. Now let us assume, for a moment, that it was Stott. He must have had an accomplice. Someone who would take over from him when he died.

DELLA: Are you accusing me?

TRYST: No, no, no, I'm not accusing you, Della. I'm just asking you. Was it Stott?

DELLA: Of course not. I knew him. He wouldn't do anything like that.

TRYST: Then why did he disappear for two hours on Eden, the day before he was k*lled?

DELLA: I don't know. I don't know anything about that.

TRYST: Of course.

DOCTOR: Rigg said Tryst and Della were the only ones from the expedition to come aboard.

ROMANA: A stowaway?

DOCTOR: Well, we have to ask Rigg.

ROMANA: He's h*t the bottle.

DOCTOR: What?

ROMANA: He doesn't care about anything anymore. He just laughs and giggles the whole time, sick grin on his face.

DOCTOR: Well, that doesn't sound like drunkenness to me.

ROMANA: Vraxoin? Where from?

DOCTOR: Well, inside the projection set. It's the only place. Romana, we've got no choice.

ROMANA: What do you want to do?

DOCTOR: What we have to do. We've got to get inside that machine. Come on.

TRYST: Ah, Doctor. Doctor, Rigg has told me about the drugs.

DOCTOR: Oh, really.

TRYST: Yes. Doctor, I believe I can help you over this problem.

DOCTOR: You can?

TRYST: Yes. Er.

DOCTOR: Romana, please.

TRYST: Doctor, I'm very sad to say that I think the drugs were smuggled on board my ship, and I'm pretty certain I know who it was.

DOCTOR: You are?

TRYST: Yes. One of my crew. But he was k*lled. But I think he passed the drugs on before he died.

DOCTOR: Yes.

TRYST: Yes. To Della.

DOCTOR: What!

TRYST: I question her, of course, but she wouldn't admit it.

DOCTOR: Well, maybe it's because she's innocent. How'd you know she did it?

TRYST: Doctor

DYMOND (OOV.): Calling the Doctor. Would the Doctor please report to the bridge immediately.

DOCTOR: Thank you, Tryst.

DOCTOR: Did you hear that?

ROMANA: Della, indeed.

K9: Have located power unit. Awaiting instructions, master.

DYMOND: Ah, Doctor. This is Waterguard Fisk and Landing Officer Costa of the Azurian Excise. I've been telling them

DOCTOR: Good, good. Now listen.

FISK: Can I see your ident plaque?

DOCTOR: Can I just tell you something, please?

FISK: Let me see it. Now.

DOCTOR: On this ship

FISK: The plaque, please, sir.

COSTA: (to Romana) And yours, please.

ROMANA: I haven't got one.

DOCTOR: Neither have I.

FISK: That's extremely serious.

DOCTOR: Drugs. Vraxoin.

FISK: Names and dates of birth. Come on, come on.

ROMANA: Romana.

FISK: Romana who?

DOCTOR: Will you please listen? Someone aboard this ship is smuggling drugs.

COSTA: Name and date of birth.

DOCTOR: Well how would I know? I don't even know who he is yet.

COSTA: Your name and date of birth.

DOCTOR: Oh, well, I'm called the Doctor. Date of birth difficult to remember. Sometime quite soon, I think.

FISK: I would advise you not to play the fool with us.

ROMANA: We wouldn't want to.

DOCTOR: Would you please listen? Vraxoin is the biggest k*ller drug in existence and it's on this ship!

FISK: All in good time.

DOCTOR: There's no good time. The criminals must be caught.

FISK: Costa.

COSTA: Right. I'll start with you.

COSTA: She's clean.

DOCTOR: You're wasting your time.

FISK: What is it?

COSTA: Vraxoin. Traces of it in his pocket.

FISK: So, the criminals must be caught, eh, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Oh, for heaven's sake, Fisk

FISK: You're under arrest.

DOCTOR: All right. Can I just say one thing at this moment?

FISK: Well?

DOCTOR: It's simply that. Look!

DOCTOR: We've only got a few seconds.

DOCTOR: Quick, Romana. CET machine, quickly.

ROMANA: It's running.

DOCTOR: Get me Eden.

ROMANA: Now what do we do?

DOCTOR: Test that theory of mine. Come on.

ROMANA: But we can't. It's unstable!

DOCTOR: Come on, Romana. We must, we must.

ROMANA: We'll get torn apart.

DOCTOR: We've got no alternative. Come on. Come on.
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