BY: PETER GRIMWADE
Part One
Original Air Date: 23 March 1982
Running time: 24:56
(We see footage of a Concorde aircraft in the sky, then we get to the inside of the cabin.)
CAPTAIN URQUHART: This is Captain Urquhart again, we're still traveling supersonic, ladies and gentleman, 57,000 feet. Just to let you know that we will be reaching our deceleration point in a few minutes and beginning our descent into London Heathrow.
CAPTAIN URQUHART: Good afternoon London, Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2.
(He is talking to the control tower at Heathrow airport where trusty air traffic controller Clive Horton is on duty.)
CLIVE HORTON: Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2 you are cleared to descend to flight level 3-7-0.
CAPTAIN URQUHART: Roger cleared 3-7-0.
CO-PILOT: Mark 1 point 6, 60 miles to subsonic, spot on.
CAPTAIN URQUHART: Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2 level at 3-7-0.
CLIVE HORTON: Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2 you are cleared to continue descent to 2-8-0.
(There is no immediate answer.)
CLIVE HORTON: Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2 will you acknowledge please.
CAPTAIN URQUHART: (Over radio, gradually fading out) Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2. Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2. Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2 ...
CLIVE HORTON: Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2 will you acknowledge.
(Scene shifts to the flight attendant passing out brochures for the communist party, then back to the Air traffic Control Center.)
CLIVE HORTON: Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2 will you acknowledge please.
(He takes off his headset and picks up a telephone.)
CLIVE HORTON: I have total RT breakdown on Speedbird Concorde 1-9-2.
(The plane is still flying through the sky.)
(There is now someone else looking over Horton's shoulder.)
CLIVE HORTON: I don't believe it, she's approaching London, but the trace is becoming intermittent.
(We see the Concorde in flight again.)
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Ladies and Gentelman, in a few minutes we should be ... . garble globble gorp.
(The plane disappears from the sky.)
(The icon on the radar screen disappears. Horton picks up a red phone.)
CLIVE HORTON: Emergency, we have lost contact with Concorde Golf Victor Foxtrot.
(In the TARDIS, where Adric has just gone boom in the space freighter while the Doctor, Tegan and Nyssa watched, the Doctor comes into the console room quietly, and closes the door.)
DOCTOR: Crew of the freighter safely returned to their own time.
NYSSA: Cyberfleet dispersed.
TEGAN: Great, you make it sound like a shopping list, ticking off things as you go. Aren't you forgetting something rather important? Adric is dead!
NYSSA: Tegan please.
DOCTOR: We feel his loss as well.
TEGAN: Well you could do more than grieve. You could go back.
(The Doctor has a look of horror on his face.)
NYSSA: Could you?
DOCTOR: No.
NYSSA: Surely the TARDIS is quite capable.
TEGAN: We can change what happened if we materialize before Adric was k*lled.
DOCTOR: And change your own history.
TEGAN: Look, the freighter could still crash into earth, that doesn't have to be changed. Only Adric doesn't have to be on board.
DOCTOR: Now listen to me both of you, there are some rules that cannot be broken, even with the TARDIS. Don't ever ask me to do anything like that again. You must accept that Adric is dead. His life wasn't wasted, he died trying to save others, just like his brother Varsh. You know, Adric had a choice, this is the way he wanted it.
TEGAN: We used to fight a lot. I'll miss him.
NYSSA: So will I.
(The Doctor walks around behind them.)
DOCTOR: And me. But he wouldn't want us to mourn unnecessarily.
(The Doctor activates some controls on the console.)
NYSSA: Where are we going?
DOCTOR: Special treat to cheer us all up.
NYSSA: 1851, Earth, London. What's so special about that, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Hyde Park, the Crystal Palace?
TEGAN: 1851, The Great Exhibition?
DOCTOR: All the wonders of Victorian science and technology.
TEGAN: Well, the TARDIS should feel at home.
DOCTOR: How about opening day, pass the time of day with the foreign royals. We can even drop in at Lords, see a few overs from Wisden and Pilch. I wonder if the Lion will be bowling.
TEGAN: Let's get there first.
DOCTOR: Yes. All right.
(He flips a switch and the TARDIS immediately shudders violently. They all grab onto the console.)
DOCTOR: Nyssa have you touched the dimensional stabilizers?
NYSSA: No of course not. All systems functioning normally.
DOCTOR: It could be the relative drift compensator.
NYSSA: No.
TEGAN: Some sort of turbulence.
DOCTOR: Ah, feedback from the solar comparator. No.
NYSSA: Another ship.
DOCTOR: Another ship? What do you mean, another ship?
NYSSA: If it builds up at this frequency it could draw us into spatial convergence. We must materialize immediately.
TEGAN: We're due to land in London in a few minutes.
DOCTOR: If we don't materialize the TARDIS will be destroyed.
(Back at the airport.)
CLIVE HORTON: Look at this, something has just ... manifested. Same flight path as 1-9-2. No transponder signal. It's smaller, can't be Victor Foxtrot. Unidentified aircraft on approach to 1-0 left will you acknowledge.
(The TARDIS materializes in hover mode above a runway. Inside, they still cling to the console.)
DOCTOR: Seems to have done the trick.
NYSSA: Where are we?
DOCTOR: Somewhere above Hyde Park. The view should be spectacular.
(He opens the scanner screen, takes one look and turns around startled.)
TEGAN: That's not Hyde Park, that's Heathrow Airport!
DOCTOR: You're right.
TEGAN: Well I never thought I'd say this, but let's get out of here. We could be in the path of an oncoming aircraft.
NYSSA: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: Coordinate override. A sort of anti-collision device.
(TARDIS de-materializes.)
CLIVE HORTON: It's gone, must have been a light aircraft.
AIRPORT ANNOUNCER: Air Australia apologizes for the delay to all flights which is due to weather conditions at Heathrow.
(The TARDIS materializes inside the airport terminal.)
TEGAN: You've landed us right in the middle of a terminal building.
DOCTOR: So I have.
TEGAN: The authorities will go mad!
DOCTOR: Well we'll only be here a moment, I hope.
(Just outside in the terminal, an airport security man strolling through the main floor looks up and sees a police box sitting where there shouldn't be one. He reaches for his walkie talkie. Back inside the TARDIS.)
TEGAN: Please hurry.
DOCTOR: I am. Ah!
TEGAN: Doctor?
DOCTOR: I won't be a moment.
TEGAN: Doctor!
NYSSA: At least we won't be noticed.
TEGAN: What do you mean, because this is a police box?
NYSSA: Well, this is Earth. For once it's a perfect camouflage.
TEGAN: This is the 1980's Nyssa. Police boxes went out with flower power.
(They step out of the TARDIS into the terminal.)
TEGAN: Oh no.
(The Doctor returns leafing through the sport section of a newspaper.)
DOCTOR: I don't know what English cricket is coming to.
NYSSA: Doctor.
DOCTOR: Hmmmmm?
NYSSA: Doctor!
(A group of airport security people approach. Cut to some nerd on the phone. The nerd is Airport Controller Douglas Sheard.)
DOUGLAS SHEARD: I have just lost a complete complement of passengers and crew, not to mention 30 million pounds worth of aircraft, as if I want to know about a police box in terminal 1.
JIM ANDREWS: There isn't a Police Box in terminal one.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Land side security is you problem Jim.
JIM ANDREWS: Not to mention all those VIP's waiting the arrival of 1-9-2 in terminal 3. (He takes the phone.) Andrews.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Now, Mr Horton, we need you to explain to us exactly what you saw on the radar when Victor Foxtrot began the deceleration procedure.
JIM ANDREWS: That's not possible. What? I'll be right over. There's something very odd going on in terminal one.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Yes... Now you lost contact with the aircraft over the Bristol Channel here.
MR. WOOD: Yes, the RT started to breakup and the transponder signal just faded from the screen.
(Jim Andrews enters Terminal 1.)
JIM ANDREWS: Are you responsible for this box, sir?
DOCTOR: Well, uh, I try to be.
NYSSA: Doctor, you've done it again.
DOCTOR: Nonsense, we'll be away from here in no time.
JIM ANDREWS: Would you be so good as to open it up sir?
DOCTOR: Is that a good idea?
JIM ANDREWS: I must insist sir, security.
DOCTOR: Yes of course, security.
JIM ANDREWS: Do you have the key sir?
DOCTOR: UNIT.
JIM ANDREWS: Sir?
DOCTOR: You'd do much better to check with UNIT, department C19. Sir John Sudbury is the man you want.
JIM ANDREWS: And who exactly are you sir?
DOCTOR: Oh just tell him it's the Doctor. And do send my regards to Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. Unless of course, he's a General by now. You see, what did I say. We'll be gone in a couple of shakes.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: A Doctor with a police box, really Sir John. Yes, yes of course I appreciate the political ramifications. But surely that's all the more reason for not wasting time with this Doctor. Yes, I, yes I beg your pardon, of course. If you insist Sir John.
JIM ANDREWS: The party with the police box in terminal one have full security clearance from C19.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: That was UNIT. We are obliged to brief this Doctor on the disappearance of Victor Foxtrot.
TEGAN: Always the same with you, whenever we stop anywhere you have to get involved.
DOCTOR: Be quiet, I'm thinking.
TEGAN: We were supposed to be going to the great exhibition.
DOCTOR: Well we will eventually.
NYSSA: That's all you ever say.
TEGAN: You promised.
DOCTOR: Look Tegan this is your planet, I would've thought you wanted to help.
TEGAN: I am helping. By wanting to leave the recovery of Concorde to the experts.
DOCTOR: Well I might be able to help.
TEGAN: That's what worries me.
(He opens the door to the Airport Controller's office and strides in.)
DOCTOR: Good afternoon gentlemen.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Good heavens.
JIM ANDREWS: Ah yes, this is the Doctor.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Ohh, ahh, urp, nerf, How ah, how do you do Doctor?
DOCTOR: This is uh Nyssa and Tegan.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Oh, oh you're a stewardess.
TEGAN: That's right.
DOCTOR: Now I believe you are having problems with Concorde.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Tell ah Tell the Doctor would you please.
CLIVE HORTON: Well, this mornings Concorde flight from New York disappeared from the radar just after it's deceleration.
DOCTOR: Disappeared?
CLIVE HORTON: Yes, it just faded from the screen.
TEGAN: It didn't ... crash?
CLIVE HORTON: It was flying on a level course all systems were working normally.
DOCTOR: Indeed, I wonder.
TEGAN: Wonder what?
DOCTOR: Remember the turbulence we experienced.
TEGAN: That forced us to materialize.
DOCTOR: Yes, I wonder very much indeed.
NYSSA: It's sounds as though it could be cross tracing on the time space axis.
DOCTOR: Exactly!
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Are you saying you know where the missing aircraft is.
DOCTOR: I suspect it is not a question of where, but, eh, when.
(Scene changes to a Concorde on a snowy tarmac.)
ANDREW BILTON: Any idea what these tests are for Captain Stapley?
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: All I know is some scientist wants to take up some special equipment to monitor the approach used by Victor Foxtrot when she went throught the deceleration phase.
ROGER SCOBIE: Morning skipper, all ready for loading.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Is the gear on its way?
ROGER SCOBIE: Coming over now.
(They turn to see a police box on a forklift approaching the aircraft. Back in the Controller's office.)
DOUGLAS SHEARD: But why does it have to be another Concorde?
DOCTOR: We must follow the same route, same height, same speed; and with my equipment on board, I can identify what I believe to be an exponential time contour.
DOUGLAS SHEARD: And you really believe that Victor Foxtrot flew into a time warp?
DOCTOR: Exactly. And we can't have a navigational hazard like that hanging about the galaxy.
(The phone rings and Sheard goes to answer it.)
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Yes. Thank you. Gulf Alpha Charlie is ready for boarding.
(Back outside, the TARDIS crew are being driven to the Concorde. Inside the cockpit the crew see their approach.)
ANDREW BILTON: Here they come.
(Outside, they jump out of the car eagerly.)
TEGAN: I saw Concorde once, on the tarmac at Melbourne.
(They climb the ladder and are met at the door by Stapley.)
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Morning Doctor, I'm Captain Stapley.
(They enter the aircraft and head toward the cockpit.)
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Uh, may I introduce my first officer Andrew Bilton, our flight engineer Roger Scobie.
DOCTOR: And this is Nyssa, and Tegan.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Would you mind going back and fasten your seatbelts for take-off please.
CLIVE HORTON: Gulf Alpha Charlie clear for take-off.
(Stock footage of a Concorde taking off with a lingering look at the landing gear folding up. Back to air traffic control.)
CLIVE HORTON: Gulf Alpha Charlie is now at 58000 feet, 150 miles off the Cornish coast. It's scheduled to turn onto it's approach in four minutes.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Do you seriously believe that Victor Foxtrot got caught in some sort of time-slip?
DOCTOR: Seems to be the logical explanation.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Sounds a pretty rum idea to me.
ROGER SCOBIE: Hang on a moment though, Doctor. If we follow Victor Foxtrot's course and end up somewhere over the rainbow, well, we're on a one-way ticket just like Captain Urquhart's lot.
DOCTOR: You're forgetting the TARDIS.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: The TARDIS? You mean that police box?
(The Doctor looks hurt.)
DOCTOR: That's right.
(Back to the Air Traffic Control center.)
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: (Over Radio) Gulf Alpha Charlie now six north, thirty west, request clearance to return to London.
CLIVE HORTON: Gulf Alpha Charlie clear to turn to port, route via Sierra November, fifteen west to London.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Roger, Gulf Alpha Charlie turning to port.
CLIVE HORTON: They're now on the same configuration as 1-9-2.
(Meanwhile, back on the Concorde.)
DOCTOR: It's amazing.
NYSSA: What.
DOCTOR: This thing's smaller on the inside than it is on the outside.
(He opens the TARDIS which is lying on its side in the Concorde cargo hold.)
DOCTOR: Wait here.
(Doctor climbs in and slides along the console room floor, feet resting on the console. He reaches for a switch. As he flips it, the orientation of the console room turns and rights itself and the Doctor's weight is transferred to his back. Before he has a chance to stand up, Nyssa and Tegan come strolling in, in an unexplained feat of physics.)
NYSSA: I wish I'd know about that when we were on Castrovalva.
DOCTOR: So useful when you want to maintain a dignified attitude.
TEGAN: Concorde should begin a descent deceleration procedure at any minute.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: (over radio) Gulf Alpha Charlie request permission to descend to 3-7-0.
CLIVE HORTON: It's happening again.
ANDREW BILTON: Did you feel something?
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: I'm not sure. Gulf Alpha Charlie, permission to descend to 3-7-0.
(No answer.)
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: London, this is Gulf Alpha Charlie, do you read.
(Back in the TARDIS the Doctor sets the hat stand upright.)
NYSSA: Doctor, we're time traveling!
TEGAN: The column isn't moving
DOCTOR: The Concorde has just flown through the time contour.
ROGER SCOBIE: Captain, the radiation meter's on alert.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Must be a solar flare.
DOCTOR: (Entering cockpit) Oh, I doubt it, Captain. It's simply reacting to centuries of galactic radiation through which we're passing.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: London this is Gulf Alpha Charlie, do you read?
DOCTOR: I'm afraid your radio is useless, Captain. By my estimation we're the spatial equivalent of 400 billion miles from air traffic control.
VOICE OVER RADIO: Gulf Alpha Charlie please descend to 3-7-0.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Fasten your seatbelt please, Doctor. By my calculations we're 20 minutes from touchdown.
(The Doctor is puzzled. Back at air traffic control.)
CLIVE HORTON: We've lost them!
DOUGLAS SHEARD: Another Concorde! So much for the Doctor!
CLIVE HORTON: Where have they gone?
(We're spared the lengthy and potentially stock-footage-laden landing sequence and find ourselves already landed and locked down with the cabin door open. The Doctor and Stapley emerge into the daylight.)
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Heathrow, Doctor.
TEGAN: I ought to feel at home getting in and out of aircraft, it's all a bit unreal after the TARDIS.
NYSSA: There's something very unreal about all of this.
DOCTOR: That's why this tree doth continue to be since observed by yours faithfully, god.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: What's that Doctor?
DOCTOR: To be is to be perceived, a naïve 18th century philosophy.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: ah....
(They come down the stairs. Nyssa seems to feel something. She looks around for a long time with an odd look on her face. Then she turns to her right and sees something that makes her let out a supposedly uncharacteristic scream.)
NYSSA: Aahhhhhhhhhh!
TEGAN: Nyssa, what's the matter?
NYSSA: Didn't you see them? There were decaying corpses.
ANDREW BILTON: There's nothing there.
DOCTOR: Nothing there. I wonder. Perceptual induction.
ANDREW BILTON: What are you talking about, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I want you all to concentrate very hard.
ROGER SCOBIE: You don't give up, do you, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Concentrate! Look at anything, observe it in every detail.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: What are you doing to us Doctor?
DOCTOR: Perceptual induction. And I'm undoing it. Concentrate, it's the only way to fight it and find out where we really are.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: But we're at Heathrow.
DOCTOR: Ah, you think your at Heathrow. So did I. Well almost, up to a moment ago. Now concentrate, all together, it must be a concerted effort!
TEGAN: That plane. I can't focus properly.
NYSSA: Nothing's moving.
ANDREW BILTON: It is blurred.
NYSSA: I'm getting cold.
DOCTOR: You see, the coherence is breaking up.
(A flash and a sort of semi expl*si*n happens and the entire background changes. Some of them are lying against rocks. The Doctor stands up first as they all look around.)
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Where are we?
DOCTOR: Just where you thought we were Captain.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Heathrow?
DOCTOR: Some a hundred and forty million years ago.
ROGER SCOBIE: I think I'm dreaming.
DOCTOR: Quite the reverse Mr. Scobie, you've just woken up.
ANDREW BILTON: I don't believe it.
DOCTOR: Definitely Jurassic. There's a nip in the air though. We can't be far off the Pleistoceine era.
TEGAN: The ice age?
DOCTOR: It's times like this I wish I still had my scarf. Better watch out for the odd brontosaurus.
NYSSA: Were they the creatures I saw?
DOCTOR: I doubt it, but I should think they came from this time zone.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Do you really mean, we have gone backward down a time contour.
DOCTOR: Have you another explanation?
ANDREW BILTON: But we were on Concorde.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: How did we land on this?
DOCTOR: Very violently by the look of it.
ANDREW BILTON: The touchdown was perfect.
DOCTOR: Like having a tooth out under hypnosis, you don 't feel a thing.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: But the approach to Heathrow was utterly real.
DOCTOR: So was the Indian Rope Trick.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: But Doctor, somewhere in this wilderness must be the passengers and crew of Victor Foxtrot.
DOCTOR: Well don't worry Captain. we'll find them. Lets hope no one finds us first.
ANDREW BILTON: What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Behind every illusion is a conjurer, in this case I shouldn't think he went to all this trouble for our entertainment.
TEGAN: Doctor, it's the other Concorde!
DOCTOR: Ah, ah, Tegan wait! All of you, stay here.
(Cut to the interior of a freaky snow globe.)
KALID: Sharoz sharoz. Tumal. Balor. Balor. Sharoz sharoz tumal, balor balor. All things come to their appointed end soon, sooooonnn.
(Back on one of the BBC's high quality sets.)
TEGAN: Look, a building. Are we hallucinating?
DOCTOR: I doubt it. The illusion is always one of normality.
TEGAN: Well that's not exactly terminal three. Who could have built it?
DOCTOR: I think the answer might be over there.
(Back at the set constructed by Mrs. Crookedteeths third grade class.)
ROGER SCOBIE: How much longer have we got to wait here?
ANDREW BILTON: We don't we do a bit of a recce?
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Look, I have developed a very healthy respect for the Doctor, and he wants us to stay put.
NYSSA: No! Danger! We must find the Doctor!
ANDREW BILTON: Nyssa what's the matter?
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Come one, we'd better go after her.
(Back at Kalid's Snow Globe of love.)
KALID: You have your work, go to it. (group of people leave) Vishon, Vishon.
(Back on another classy set.)
ANDREW BILTON: Look, it's a motorway! It's the M4!
NYSSA: It's an illusion.
ANDREW BILTON: I don't care it might lead us out of this time warp.
ROGER SCOBIE: At least it looks light civilization.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Now you stay where you are, that's an order. Remember the Indian Rope Trick.
(The vision fades.)
NYSSA: I can't see anything.
ANDREW BILTON: Sigh.
NYSSA: What was the Indian Rope Trick?
(Cut to a scene of the Doctor and Tegan surronded by a pile of junk.)
TEGAN: Someone's ship?
DOCTOR: Been here a long time.
TEGAN: Doctor, can we get out of here?
(Once again our eyes are tortured by a backdrop that can only be bought at an art sale at your local Holiday Inn.)
ROGER SCOBIE: So, this fakir throws the rope up into the air, and he and his assistant climb up it, and Presto, they disappear.
(Landing gear set.)
(Third grade set again.)
TEGAN: They've gone.
ROGER SCOBIE: Well some clever devil had taken photographs, and the reality is that there's the rope lying on the floor and this Indian JuJu man and his oppo are hiding behind some bushes laughing like a couple of skunks!
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Shhh. Quiet. Look.
NYSSA: They've got the TARDIS.
ANDREW BILTON: There's Dave Culshaw and Angela Clifford, they were on Victor Foxtrot.
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Wait!!!
ANDREW BILTON: Angela.
ROGER SCOBIE: Dave! Dave!
ANGELA CLIFFORD: Andrew, you didn't tell me you had a New York stopover.
ANDREW BILTON: What are you talking about?
ROGER SCOBIE: Look, old chap, this is all a bit of a snare and a delusion.
ANGELA CLIFFORD: Andrew, we've got a few chores to do. See you in the bar in half an hour.
ANDREW BILTON: Snap out of it, you're not in New York.
ANGELA CLIFFORD: The Captain wants us to try that new Indonesian Restaurant he's found.
ROGER SCOBIE: We'll have to grab them.
(Cut back to Captain Stapley and Nyssa.)
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: What's happening?
(Cut back to the happy reunion, where some concrete dudes materialize around Scobie, Bilton, Clifford and that other guy who can't stop smiling. Scobie and Bilton get whisked away with the Concrete Men by some high quality smog. Back in Kalid's Snow Globe of Love.)
KALID: Sharom shara. Shara sharom!
(A happy reunion occurs when the Doctor and Tegan meet up with Nyssa and Captain Stapley.)
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Doctor, those creatures have taken Bilton and Scobie!
(Back in the damn globe again.)
KALID: Evaneragh! (He can see them in the globe.) Tumal. Tumaal!
DOCTOR: Are you sure it wasn't an illusion?
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: They were real all right.
NYSSA: Doctor!
CAPTAIN STAPLEY: Behind you!
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The Doctor
Peter Davison
Nyssa
Sarah Sutton
Tegan Jovanka
Janet Fielding
The Master
Leon Ny Taiy/Anthony Ainley
Professor Hayter
Nigel Stock
Captain Stapley
Richard Easton
Andrew Bilton
Michael Cashman
Roger Scobie
Keith Drinkel
Adric
Matthew Waterhouse
Andrews
Peter Cellier
Angela Clifford
Judith Byfield
Anithon
Hugh Hayes
Captain Urquhart
John Flint
Horton
Peter Dahlsen
Sheard
Brian McDermott
Zarak
André Winterton
Assistant Floor Manager
Lynn Richards
Costumes
Amy Roberts
Designer
Richard McManan-Smith
Film Cameraman
Peter Chapman
Film Editor
Mike Houghton
Incidental Music
Roger Limb
Make-Up
Dorka Nieradzik
Production Assistant
Joan Elliott
Production Associate
Angela Smith
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Eric Wallis
Studio Sound
Martin Ridout
Visual Effects
Peter Logan
Script Editor
Eric Saward
Writer
Peter Grimwade
Producer
John Nathan-Turner
Director
Ron Jones
Peter Davison
Nyssa
Sarah Sutton
Tegan Jovanka
Janet Fielding
The Master
Leon Ny Taiy/Anthony Ainley
Professor Hayter
Nigel Stock
Captain Stapley
Richard Easton
Andrew Bilton
Michael Cashman
Roger Scobie
Keith Drinkel
Adric
Matthew Waterhouse
Andrews
Peter Cellier
Angela Clifford
Judith Byfield
Anithon
Hugh Hayes
Captain Urquhart
John Flint
Horton
Peter Dahlsen
Sheard
Brian McDermott
Zarak
André Winterton
Assistant Floor Manager
Lynn Richards
Costumes
Amy Roberts
Designer
Richard McManan-Smith
Film Cameraman
Peter Chapman
Film Editor
Mike Houghton
Incidental Music
Roger Limb
Make-Up
Dorka Nieradzik
Production Assistant
Joan Elliott
Production Associate
Angela Smith
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Eric Wallis
Studio Sound
Martin Ridout
Visual Effects
Peter Logan
Script Editor
Eric Saward
Writer
Peter Grimwade
Producer
John Nathan-Turner
Director
Ron Jones