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AUDIO ADVENTURES IN TIME AND SPACE
TRANSCRIPTION: "THE SPACE WAIL" (AV1)
PART: 1 OF 2
DURATION: 23:10
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THIS FILE WAS ORIGINALLY CREATED FOR MY OWN USE AS A RESEARCH DOCUMENT.
WHILE I FEEL THE WORDS ARE ACCURATE ENOUGH FOR THIS PURPOSE, I DO
RECOGNIZE THAT IT ISN'T PERFECT - THOUGH SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME.
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SCENE 1: A COURTROOM (ON HOMEWORLD?)
MUSIC: ATMOSPHERIC SWIRLS
[THE JUDGE'S VOICE WANDERS ALL AROUND THE SOUNDSCAPE,
AND HAS VARIOUS EFFECTS APPLIED TO IT. PERHAPS THE
INTENTION WAS TO SHOW THAT EVERY TV ON HOMEWORLD AND
BEYOND WAS TUNED-IN TO THIS MOST SENSATIONAL TRIAL.]
JUDGE: You, and your accomplices have been found guilty of
crimes against the domains and citizens of Homeworld.
Grievous crimes too numerous to recount after such a
long trial. Crimes that have shocked - disgusted - the
people of our domains, both on Homeworld, and the Outer
Colonies. The price of your crime is execution.
Three hours from now, Niton. You, your family, and
cohorts will be taken from here and placed aboard a
prison ship, where you will be transported to the outer
galaxies, and executed.
For your trip, you will be under some of our Special
Execution Crews, and a computer, which will guide you to
your place of execution.
Be gone from this courtroom, and prepare to face
destruction.
[BOUNCING AND OVER-LAPPING FROM CHANNEL TO CHANNEL]
Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
Destruction.
[DISSOLVE INTO]
MUSIC: THEME 1
SCENE 2: THE PRISONERS' CELL
NITON: So here we are. All nine of us. And I suppose we're
going to wait until we die?
SUKKI: No, my love, we are not. I refuse to meekly accept the
findings of a court that I cannot acknowledge as just or
fair. I suggest we escape now.
NADIA: Mother! Father! Hush! The guards will hear you!
ALANA: Hush yourself, sister. Let the guards hear. They
believe we cannot escape, but our father has a plan - a
good plan. And, like all his plans, it will succeed.
Yes, Father?
NITON: You always were so bright, my eldest daughter. Your
mother and I are proud of you. But my other daughter,
Nadia, you are right to warn us. We must keep together
and share ideas. We have but three hours in which to
live. Otherwise, we are surely doomed. Now here's what
we'll do. Gather closely, my family. Gather round my
partners as well. The nine of us must prepare.
MUSIC: BRIDGE [IN AND OUT]
SCENE 3: OUTSIDE THE CELL
SFX: VARIOUS BACKGROUND NOISES, ALONG WITH A SERIES OF BLEEPS
AND BLOOPS, WHICH SO OFTEN ACCOMPANY SCI-FI WORKPLACES.
GUARD: Not long now, Drakker. Are you going on board the craft
for this journey?
DRAKKER: Indeed, not. Joba is, however, and Commander Gryc.
Time for a few games of hydra, my friend.... For the
next *two* weeks.
GUARD: Ha! Certainly a good few hands. You know, I still find
myself feeling sorry for these prisoners. I mean, not
even Niton is as vicious as the Commander's new second,
Lotin.
DRAKKER: Personally, I would rather line them up before our guns
- for target practice.
GUARD: Maybe, my friend, we should persuade them to escape. I
doubt they realize the potential of our new weaponry.
SCENE 4: THE PRISONERS' CELL
NITON: You see? The weapons are not of the highest quality.
Not like the S-E-C's machine pistols. Now, if we could
overpower the guards for a few seconds alone, that would
be enough time. Then we must separate and meet in
position four in one hour.
Is that doubt in your eye, Solomon?
SOLOMON: I admire your optimism, Niton. But what if the guards
are too powerful? Is there not a danger of failure?
SUKKI: My husband has yet to fail us, Dag Solomon! You would
do well to remember that.
ALANA: Father? Shall my sister and I start the diversion?
NITON: Certainly Alana. Go now.
SCENE 5: OUTSIDE THE PRISONERS' CELL.
[ALANA AND NADIA SCREAM SHRILLY FROM WITHIN]
GUARD: What's going on, Drakker?
DRAKKER: I don't know. Let's find out!
SFX: CELL DOOR OPENING.
DRAKKER: Fire!
SFX: MACHINE GUNS FIRING RANDOM BURSTS
SF2: FOOTSTEPS
NITON: This way, my family. Solomon! Quickly! With me!
SOLOMON: So, their new weapons will be easily overpowered, my
leader. They didn't have a chance!
NITON: They will be avenged, partner. Let's go...
GUARD: ...Nowhere, Niton. You and your family, and Dag Solomon
have just had their time shortened. Your ship is ready
for departure. A ship called `Despair'.
MUSIC: STING
[DISSOLVES INTO]
SCENE 6: A FIELD NEAR COURT'S FIELD SCHOOL
SFX: DISTANT CHURCH BELLS PEELING
MUSIC: PLEASANT AND CHEERY, BEFITTING THE DAY
SFX: THE TARDIS MATERIALIZES
SF2: ATMOSPHERE: A PLEASANT AFTERNOON
GREG: [WALKING ON] Here bally, bally. Where are you? Come to
Greg. He wants to *kick* you.
DOCTOR: It's amazingly difficult to get a response out of a
plastic sphere. Besides, if I was your ball, I certainly
wouldn't want to be found and promised a kick as a
greeting.
GREG: Ahhhh, but that's what footballs are for. Especially
round plastic ones. Who knows? Maybe he likes being
kicked around.
DOCTOR: Having never asked a football's opinion on the subject,
I bow to your superior knowledge.
GREG: You never know. Maybe somewhere out there, there's a
race of aliens; but instead of little green men with two
heads from Mars, they're little round footballs from
Saturn. For the moment though I'd be grateful for
finding a white and black one from Court's Field Sports
Hall.
DOCTOR: Is that the name of your school?
GREG: Yes. Don't you know that? Oh, you're not staff then.
You see, I'm new this term - well, this month, actually
- so I haven't seen all the staff yet.
DOCTOR: No. I don't work here at all. But I could be looking
for a job soon; teaching science.
GREG: Oh, perhaps you'd better see Mr. Lewis, then. He'll be
in the labs now with one of the junior classes. Um,
it's over there.
DOCTOR: Thanks. Oh, and your ball, by the way, is by that tree
stump.
GREG: Ah. AH, Great!
[ALTHOUGH `FATTY' IS DESCRIBED AS A `SIR', THE VOICE
SOUNDS DISTINCTLY FEMALE TO MY EARS.]
FATTY: [OFF] Holmes! Greg Holmes! Have you found that ball
yet?
GREG: [UNDER HIS BREATH] Shut up, Fatty.
FATTY: [OFF] Hurry up!
GREG: [TO FATTY] Got it, Sir! Just coming!
DOCTOR: Thanks for the talk. And don't be too rough on your
poor football.
GREG: Fine.
SCENE 7: ON-BOARD `DESPAIR'
JOBA: Prisoners are all aboard, sir. For the moment, I've put
the family in the largest cell, and Solomon in one of
the others.
GRYC: Good. I think they ought to remain as such for the
duration of the trip. They haven't got much time left
together, so maybe it'll keep them quiet.
JOBA: How many Special Execution Crew on-board, Sir?
GRYC: Just yourself, Junior Commander Lotin, and I.
JOBA: Is that enough, sir? They are dangerous. They did plan
that escape from the cell.
SFX: ELECTRONIC DOOR OPENS
LOTIN: Fixed.
GRYC: Welcome aboard, Junior Commander Lotin. What was fixed?
SFX: ELECTRONIC DOOR CLOSES
LOTIN: Their attempted breakout. The judge wanted to be rid of
them. It's been proving too costly to keep ships like
`Despair' going.
JOBA: `Going' is hardly the appropriate term.
GRYC: I suppose the judges know best. But mass murder is
hardly justified.
LOTIN: It seems quite just to me, sir, considering what Niton's
gang have done.
GRYC: Junior Commander Lotin, would I be right in thinking
that you and Joba took part in the massacre of the
prisoners?
LOTIN: Just obeying orders, sir.
JOBA: That's true, sir.
GRYC: Obey. Yes. I suppose so.
LOTIN: Don't worry, Commander. If there are any further
massacres to be created, Joba and I will handle them.
GRYC: Sarcasm is neither your position, nor your strong point
Lotin. Resume duties. You too, Joba.
JOBA: Sir
LOTIN: [IN UNISON] Sir.
SCENE 8: NEAR COURT'S FIELD, LATER THAT AFTERNOON
SFX: BG: BIRDS CHIRPING
DOCTOR: Greg, isn't it?
GREG: Hel-lo, sir! Any luck with Mr. Lewis?
DOCTOR: Hmmm? Lewis? Oh. No. Greg, you haven't seen a police
box, have you? I'm afraid I've mislaid mine.
GREG: Noooo, not since I was about six, actually.
DOCTOR: Ahhh, and that would have been about ten years ago.
Yes?
GREG: Eleven [and/in] eight months to be exact.
DOCTOR: Well, mine vanished a little more recently than that,
I'm afraid.
GREG: How recently?
DOCTOR: Approximately thirty minutes. Give or take the odd
second. I left it where I found your football.
GREG: Oh, and what were you doing with a police box half an
hour ago in our playing fields?
DOCTOR: Losing it.
GREG: Ask a silly question.
DOCTOR: It's rather a special one, you see. It moves on its
own. It... well it seems.
GREG: Tractor wheels? Those things must weigh a tonne.
DOCTOR: It sort of flies.
GREG: That I have just got to see.
DOCTOR: You can, if I ever find it. Trouble is, what I've
actually lost is my sense of direction. I can't find
your wretched playing fields.
GREG: Come on, Sir. They're down here.
SCENE 9: THE CENTRAL COMPUTER ROOM
LOTIN: Here you are, Joba. This is BABE, our computer.
BABE: Good day, gentlemen. I hope this trip is pleasant for
you. A pleasure to welcome you aboard.
JOBA: It seems very advanced. What a shame to waste it on
this ship.
BABE: Allow me to assure you, Guard Joba, that nothing is
wasted here. I am linked with Central Base on Homeworld,
where my original is located. I am but a minute
extension. There is one of me in every ship on
Homeworld's fleet. Can I help you, gentlemen?
LOTIN: I'll leave you to it, Joba. We'll have a drink later.
JOBA: By all means. See you.
SFX: THE DOOR CLOSES
JOBA: [TO BABE] Right my new friend. Can you put me through to
Control at Central Base, please?
BABE: I can, Guard Joba.
JOBA: Then, please do... NOW. [PAUSE] Oh, come on BABE. Do
as you're told. I haven't got very long before we're
out of range. [PAUSE] BABE? What's going on? Please
put me through as you said. What's that noise?
SFX: BG: A PULSING, ELECTRONIC SQUELCH, BECOMING MORE AND
MORE OBVIOUS DURING THE COMING EXCHANGE
BABE: I am sorry, Guard Joba, but I cannot help you just now.
JOBA: Look. You just said...
BABE: I said I *can* put you in contact with Homeworld, but
I'm afraid just now that I will not. And please do not
try to contact Commander Gryc.
SFX: HE DOES SO.
SF2: THERE IS A ZAP.
BABE: I did ask you not to.
JOBA: You've just blown out the communications! What is going
on? And what's that horrendous row?
BABE: You are going to be very useful to me, Joba. Us. Very
useful to us, indeed. Your mind is trained. It knows
things that, as yet, have not been programmed into my
superior at Central Base. I'm sure you understand my
need to use you. This might cause you pain. For that,
I apologize in advance. Goodbye, Joba.
SFX: THE SQUELCH DEVELOPS INTO A SECONDS-LONG ZAP
SF2: THE DOOR OPENS
LOTIN: Oh, Joba, I.... Joba?
SCENE 10: DESPAIR'S CELL AREA
GRYC: I hope you are comfortable here. I'm only sorry that
your last few hours together are not as comfortable as
they ought to have been.
SUKKI: I suppose you are here to deliver a sermon to my family,
concerning the stupidity of trying to upset the system
of Homeworld.
GRYC: That is neither my job, nor my intention. I'm here
purely to guide this ship to the detonation sector, and
then take my men and leave in the pod. I don't like
being on board a prison ship any more than you do,
Madam.
NITON: Then help us to escape. We won't return to Homeworld.
We'll go to a colony. Assume a new life. No one will
know. The computer will continue with the plan.
GRYC: That's more than my life's worth.
SFX: COMMUNICATOR BEEPS
GRYC: Yes. What is it Lotin?
LOTIN: [OVER COMMUNICATOR] Joba's dead. Electrocuted. And it
seems to have damaged BABE.
GRYC: I'm on my way.
SUKKI: We know nothing of this.
GRYC: Really? We'll see.
NITON: But how could we?
SFX: DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
NADIA: Father. What is happening?
NITON: I have no idea. But it's an opportune moment for us. I
have a plan.
MUSIC: SWIRLING BRIDGE
SCENE 11: COURT'S FIELDS SCHOOL PLAYING FIELDS
GREG: One police box. Now, I've just walked all round it, and
I see no wheels, no wings, and no engines. I'm sorry to
disappoint you, but this obviously isn't yours.
DOCTOR: Young man, I detect a certain note of cynicism in your
voice. Would you care to look inside?
GREG: Umm, No thanks, uh, I'd better get back to the school,
or I'll be shot. Um, goodbye, mister.
DOCTOR: Just Doctor. I'm a scientist, remember.
GREG: Oh, yes. Uh, right. Bye, then!
DOCTOR: Just a quick look? The door's open. I'm hardly going
to kidnap you in a police box, am I?
GREG: I s'pose not. All right. If it makes you happy.
DOCTOR: It certainly does.
MUSIC: A MIX OF WONDER AND VERTIGO (CONTINUING UNDER)
GREG: Oh, my!
DOCTOR: Impressive. Yes?
GREG: Yes. Look. I know this seems daft, but...
DOCTOR: It's bigger on the inside than the out? I know!
GREG: That wasn't what I was going to say.
DOCTOR: [DISAPPOINTED] Oh.
GREG: But now you mention it, it is bigger in he.... And I
walked around the outside. Impossible!
DOCTOR: Can't be impossible. You're here! You can see it!
GREG: Look. I'm no Einstein, but I don't believe in this at
all.
DOCTOR: Transcendental engineering. Clever, isn't it?
GREG: You could say that.
DOCTOR: Now. What were you going to say?
GREG: What? Oh just, well, who *are* you? I *didn't* and
*don't* believe that rubbish about looking for a job.
MUSIC: [OUT]
SFX: TARDIS INTERIOR - AT REST [UP AND UNDER]
DOCTOR: I travel in space and time. And I'm usually referred to
as The Doctor. I actually *came* because someone told
me, *years* ago, that I could see some good cricket
here. But I must have mis-set the coordinates a little,
and ended up a few months early. First thing I knew
about it was getting hit by a flying football - of white
and black plastic.
GREG: Ohhh, really, heh. That's nice. Can I go now?
DOCTOR: Must you? The universe has some wonderful sights. Ever
been to the Eye of Orion? Or seen the floating seas of
Cassiopeia? You'd like them. But, no. Of course, you
must go. [MOCKING] Mustn't miss your lessons. Have fun
in the labs. And don't eat the litmus paper.
SFX: TARDIS DOORS CLOSING
GREG: Okay. I won't. Bye, Doctor. Nice seeing your, uh,
police box.
DOCTOR: Goodbye.
[A PAUSE]
GREG: Does it really fly?
DOCTOR: Sort of.
GREG: I've never flown before. Could you take me to the
courtyard?
DOCTOR: Probably not. But let's have a try, shall we?
SFX: THE TARDIS DEMATERIALIZES
SCENE 12: STORAGE BAY 4 OF DESPAIR.
SFX: THE TARDIS REMATERIALIZES
SF2: TARDIS SCANNER OPENS - THOUGH THEY MIGHT HAVE MEANT FOR
IT TO BE THE DOORS OPENING AS THE FOLLOWING EXCHANGE
CLEARLY TAKES PLACE OUTSIDE THE TARDIS.
GREG: Well, this isn't the courtyard at Courtfield's, is it?
DOCTOR: Ah. Actually, it isn't even the playing fields.
GREG: I had noticed. Distinct lack of trees. And games'
masters. *Fat* games' masters. Every cloud has a silver
lining.
DOCTOR: Fancy finding out where we are?
GREG: Well, standing here isn't going to take me to any
floating seas, is it?
DOCTOR: Jolly good! Let's go...that way.
MUSIC: BRIDGE
SCENE 13: THE CENTRAL COMPUTER ROOM
SFX: LOTIN MOVES A COUPLE OF THINGS
LOTIN: I can't see for the life of me *what* caused it.
GRYC: Any noises from BABE?
LOTIN: Nothing, sir. It's totally dead.
BABE: Intru...I... ALERT!!! Intrud....I...I CANNOT!
MUSIC: PULSATING [IN AND UNDER]
LOTIN: Sir?
GRYC: I heard. BABE? What are you trying to say? What
killed Guard Joba? Why did [?]?
BABE: Intruders! Storage bay... FOUR! Int....
LOTIN: Sabotage. It must be!
GRYC: Locate them.
SFX: DOOR OPENS
GRYC: But, Lotin.
LOTIN: Yes, sir?
GRYC: Don't get over-enthusiastic. I'd like to question [?
?]. We're not going to learn too much about what's
happened if you fry them, or gun them down.
LOTIN: I won't *touch* them, sir.... much.
MUSIC: [OUT]
SCENE 14: STORAGE BAY FOUR
DOCTOR: Where shall we go now?
GREG: I heard something cry!
DOCTOR: I didn't. Whereabouts?
GREG: Down that corridor. To the left. Shall we take a look?
DOCTOR: Why not? It's not Cassiopeia, but anywhere's better
than an English football pitch.
GREG: I think I'd go along with that. There it was again!
That cry!
DOCTOR: Well, I just didn't hear it. I suppose it's just a
creaking door.
LOTIN: It wasn't. It was the prisoners. Probably trying to
escape.
DOCTOR: [WARMLY] Hel-lo there!
LOTIN: Shut up.
DOCTOR: Charming. I am The Doctor, and this is...
GREG: Greg Holmes. Hi.
LOTIN: I'm sorry. I thought you might speak my language.
DOCTOR: We do.
LOTIN: Could have fooled me. I said `shut up'. Where I come
from, that means do not make a sound.
GREG: Oh, sorry.
DOCTOR: Greg, this gentleman asked us to be quiet. So, as this
is *his* place, I think we ought to do as he says, don't
you?
GREG: You're the one making all the noise.
LOTIN: I *won't* tell you again.
DOCTOR: I'm sorry. I've forgotten what you were going to tell
us.
LOTIN: SHUT UP!
DOCTOR: AH YES! I remember! That's a nice gun. Pump action
bullets, eh? A bit primitive.
LOTIN: But effective. Lasers kill permanently. These maim.
Very useful for questioning people. Now, shut up.
GREG: *You* were talking.
DOCTOR: Greg!
LOTIN: You have been found on board prison ship Despair. You
are suspected of sabotage to her main computer,
resulting in the death of Guard Joba through
electrocution. What do you have to say?
GREG: But, we've only just....
DOCTOR: Impossible. I refuse to accept your claim. My friend
and I are innocent travellers, and are guilty of
nothing. I *demand* to see your commanding officer.
SFX: A LASER POWERING UP
GRYC: Then turn around. He's behind you. And I have a laser.
Permanent, or not, it's effective.
DOCTOR: Hello! I'm the Doctor! And.....
GRYC: I heard the first time. I'm Commander Gryc. The
gentleman with the bullet gun is Junior Commander Lotin.
DOCTOR: Nice to meet you. Lotin, you informed me that there's
been a death. How sad. I can assure you that we had
nothing to do with it.
GREG: Maybe one of your prisoners....
LOTIN: The Commander was with them when Joba was murdered.
DOCTOR: `Killed'. Let's keep the debate open, please.
LOTIN: `Murdered'.
DOCTOR: So pedantic in one so young. Murdered, it is. But
leave us out. Yourselves. And the prisoners? Who does
that leave?
GRYC: No one.
LOTIN: And *why* should we leave out you two?
DOCTOR: Because we're innocent!
LOTIN: Silly me! Well! On your way then.
DOCTOR: Not just pedantic, but sarcastic! Now then, Commander
Gryc, what's the picture? I'm here to help you.
GRYC: Really? Who sent you?
GREG: Homeworld Central Base.
GRYC: What? Why?
DOCTOR: To check up on your abilities as... uh... a commander.
Rumour has it back at Base that Lotin is more suited to
prison duty than you. Certain officials would rather
have you behind a computer bank, than on board a ship.
GRYC: Councillor White, I suppose.
GREG: And others!
LOTIN: Why were you sent to help? Help with what?
DOCTOR: Ah! Well, Uh, you see Central Base thought that this
prison ship might be attacked, so that [sic] we were
stowed away to observe what was going on.
GRYC: Really? How nice. I had no idea Central Base cared so
much about us. Funny how there isn't a Councillor
White. Now who are you, really?
DOCTOR: I don't think you'd believe me if I told you.
LOTIN: Commander? Maybe BABE's repaired itself. Maybe it can
get these people to talk.
GRYC: How?
LOTIN: We could use the mind drain.
GRYC: No. That's for the prisoners only.
GREG: What's a mind drain?
DOCTOR: Greg, I don't think you really want to know.
GREG: Yes I do!
LOTIN: Yes he does. Tell him.
DOCTOR: It's rather as the name suggests. Drains your mind of
all its knowledge and stores it in a central computer.
Primitive, but effective.
GRYC: You know an awful lot about our technology, Doctor.
DOCTOR: It's hardly a unique system, Commander. I've seen them
all over the galaxies. Dreadful things. Devices of
psychopaths. You see, Greg they don't return the stolen
knowledge. And the victim is left a cabbage for the
rest of his life.
GRYC: We don't use it very often. It's a deterrent to
prisoners. They would rather be executed than drained.
It stops escape attempts.
SCENE 15: THE CENTRAL COMPUTER ROOM
NITON: Well, this must be the central computer room. We've got
this far. Now let's see what we can do to escape.
NADIA: Father. See this? It must operate the computer.
`system on-line', it says.
BABE: Good day citizens. How can I be of service?
NITON: Tell us of a way to escape this spacecraft.
BABE: I am so sorry, but I can not help you. My optical
circuits, in conjunction with my memory wafers, inform
me that you are Niton, Sukki, Alana, and Nadia; the
criminals sent to be executed on this ship. It is my
job to stop you escaping. How did you leave the cell?
SUKKI: That was easy!
ALANA: Mother! Be Silent! I do not trust this computer. It
seeks to trick us!
NADIA: She is right. Maybe it will inform Commander Gryc that
we have escaped.
BABE: Commander Gryc was informed as soon as you entered this
room.
MUSIC: MYSTERIOUS AND TENSE; BUILDING.
SFX: THE MIND DRAIN EFFECT STARTS TO BECOME OBVIOUS, AND
BUILDS UNDER THE SCENE.
BABE: But he can not help you now. No one can ever help you.
Your minds will be absorbed into my central
consciousness.
NADIA: Father! What is... happening?!?
SUKKI: Husband! I... can not!
NITON: Nadia! Try to get out!
BABE: You can not escape. Please do not try.
ALANA: I must reach the door!
NADIA: Alana! No!
BABE: No escape.
SFX: A LASER BLAST
ALANA: [SCREAMS]
SFX: THE DOOR BEGINS TO OPEN
NADIA: Alana! [PAUSE] The door is... uh...uh... Father!
NITON: Go! Daughter! Escape!
SCENE 16: STORAGE BAY FOUR
SFX: A FLURRY OF ELECTRONIC SOUND [PRESUMABLY THE SOUND OF
THE MIND DRAIN, ESCAPING THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR]
GRYC: What's that noise?
DOCTOR: I don't know. It's quite penetrating. This way.
LOTIN: Stop, or I'll shoot!
DOCTOR: Shoot then, but it won't achieve much.
SFX: GRYC FIRES OFF TWO SHOTS (SOUNDING REMARKABLY LIKE A
GALLIFREYAN STASER).
GRYC: Well done, Lotin. That's both of them escaped. *And* a
young boy takes your gun. Very good. Let's go.
LOTIN: You'll pay for this, Doctor! [UNDER HIS BREATH] And so,
Commander, will you.
MUSIC: DISSOLVE INTO THEME 1
[END OF SIDE ONE]
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