The first 200 lines.
But, first on BBC1,
a little later than the originally builded,
we rejoin the TARDIS with another adventure in time and space
with Doctor Who.
This is a recorded message:
The Foundation for the Advanced Science Study
is under strict quarantine.
Do not approach. Do not approach.
Everything is under our control.
This is a recorded message:
The Foundation for the Advanced Sciences
is under strict quarantine.
Do not approach. Do not approach.
Everything is under our control.
This is a recorded message:
The Foundation for the Advanced Sciences
is under strict quarantine.
Do not approach. Do not approach.
Everything is under our control.
The Foundation for the Advanced Sciences
is under strict quarantine.
Do not approach. Do not approach.
- Excuse me. - Yeah?
- Do you know where P14 is? - Yes, it's over there.
Thanks.
Come in.
Excuse the muddle. Creative disarray, you know.
- Professor Chronotis? - Tea?
Oh thanks.
Just the kettle on.
Professor Chronotis, I do not know if you remember me.
We met at a faculty party A few weeks ago.
- It's a, Chris Parsons. - Oh yes of course.
- Enjoy these faculty dues, do you? - Well, you know it's...
A lot of boring old dunces talking away to each other,
never listened to a word anyone else says.
- No, well, you said that... - Talk talk talk. Never listen.
No, well... Look, I hope I'm not taking up any of your valuable...
Time? Oh no.
When you get to my age, you will find that time does not matter too much.
Not that I expect you to reach my age.
- Oh really? - Oh yes.
I remember the last Master of College, but one,
or was it the last Master, but two?
- May have been three. - Three?
Yes, my young chap.
Died rathe tragically at the age of... Run over by a couche...
What was it you said to him?
Oh, I do not know. A long time ago, you now.
Yes·
Professor, when we met, You were kind enough to say
that if I dropped by, you'd lend me some of your books on carbon dating.
Oh yes of course, happy to.
Ah! There's the kettle.
Professor?
Find the books you want at farther end of this book shelf.
- Third shelf down. - Thanks.
Or is the second shelf down? Second, I think.
Anyway, take what you want.
- Milk? - Oh, yes please.
- One lump or two? - Two please.
Sugar?
Ah, here we are.
Oh, actually, professor, I've just realized!
I'm going to be very late for a seminar. Look, I'm terribly sorry...
Look, I'll bring this back to you the next week, alright?
- Yes, of course. Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Actually, Professor, could I just ask you?
- Where did you get that? - Oh, I don't know·
I think someone must have left it there when I was away.
Yes, well I'll... bring these back as soon as I can.
Wordsworth, Rutherford,
Christopher Smart, Andrew Marvell,
Judge Jeffreys,
- Owen Chadwick. - Who?
Owen Chadwick. Oh yes.
Some of the greatest laborers in the history of the Earth have thought here.
- Newton, of course. - Oh, definitely Newton.
"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".
That's right.
- So Newton invented the punting. - Oh yes.
There's no limit to Isaac's genius.
Isn't it wonderful how something so primitive can be so...
- Preston? - No. Simple.
You just push in one direction, the boat goes in the other
Yes, genius.
Oh, I do love the spring. All the leaves, the colors.
It's October.
I thought you said we would come here for a week in May.
I did it. May Week's in October.
- I'm confused. - So is the TARDIS.
Oh, I do love Autumn. All the leaves, the colors.
Yes· Well, at least with something as simple as a punt, nothing can go wrong.
No coordinates, no dimensional stabilizers, nothing.
Just the water, a punt,
a strong pair of hands and a poll.
The poll.
Ah, I think it's about time
we went to see if the professor is back in his room
- Ask me how. - How?
For each reaction, there is an opposite and equal reaction.
- Did you just hear voices? - What?
Here we are, at St. Cedd's College, Cambridge.
Founded in the year something or alibi,
by someone someone or in honor of someone someone someone.
In honor of someone whose name escapes me completely.
St. Cedd?
You know, I think you are probably are right?
- You must have been a historian. - I am a historian.
- Good afternoon, Wilkin. - Good afternoon Doctor.
Wilkin! You remembered me.
Why yes, of course, Sir. An honorary degree in 1960.
Yes, but what kind of your part remember me.
- That's my job, sir. - And you do it splendidly.
- Now... - Professor Chronotis, Sir?
He returned to his room a few minutes ago.
Oh, Good. Good. Good.
Wilkin, how do you know you wanted to talk to Professor Chronotis?
Because that's who you asked for
when you were here in 1964, 1960 and 1955, Sir.
Did I, really?
I was here in 1958.
- Really, Sir? - Yes, but in a different body.
- Yes, Sir. - Come on, Doctor.
Nice to meet you, Wilkin. Bye bye.
Ehh...
Come in.
He will ask us if we want tea.
Tea?
Yes please. Two cups.
- Milk? - Yes, please.
- One lump, or two? - Two please, and two sugars.
Oh, Doctor!
Oh, Doctor! How splendid to see you.
To you too, professor. This is Romana
Oh, delighted, delighted. I've heard a lot about you.
- Really? - Well, not yet, but I will at done.
When Time Lords get to my age, they tend to get their tenses muddled up.
- Will like some biscuits too? - Well, I wouldn't have said no.
- Crackers? - Oh, sometimes.
- Three hundred years? - Yes my dear.
- And in the same set of rooms? - Ever since I retired from Gallifrey.
Doesn't anybody notice?
Another delight of the older Cambridge Colleges.
Everyone is so discreet.
Now, Doctor, young fellow, what can I do for you?
What can you do for me?
You mean, what can I do for you? You sent for me.
- Sent for you? - Yes we git your signal.
- Signal? What signal? - Yes.
Romana, didn't we get a signal from the Professor,
- we were to come as soon as possible? - Yes, we same straight away.
I never sent you a signal, but it is splendid to see you.
- Have another cracker. - I will.
Professor, if you didn't send the signal, who did?
You!
You!
- You were addressing me? - I want Chronotis.
- Professor Chronotis. - Where is he?
He will not wish to be disturbed.
He is with the Doctor. A very old... A very old friend
- Wait. - What for?
I've had an idea of who sent that message.
- Who? - Me.
But I thought you said you didn't.
Yes, I know. My memory's getting a bit touchy of late.
Doesn't like to be prodded about too much.
But my dear old things, it must be ages since I sent it.
I told you got the time wrong, Doctor.
- Yes but you're always saying that. - And you're always getting the time wrong.
- Professor? - Yes?
- What was it about? - What was what about?
- The message. - I do not know.
You've received it more recently than I have.
- Was it to do with the voices? - What voices?
Well, when I was on the river, I heard the strange babble of inhuman voices.
- Didn't you, Romana? - Yes.
Oh, undergraduate talking to each other, I expect.
- I'm trying to have it banned. - No no no no!
It wasn't like that at all. It was the sound of humans or...
Or ghosts, very quietly.
- Screaming. - Yes.
Over ought imaginings, Doctor. No, I remember what it was.
- What? - Delicate matter, slightly.
It's a... It's... It was a book.
- I say. - Yes, can I help you?
Yes, perhaps you can.
- Did you hear voices? - Professor, I think that...
I just heard voices, Romana. Did you just hear voices?
Yes, very faint this time.
Anything to do with that book, Professor?
What? Oh, no, no, no.
It's just a book I, accidentally brought back with me from Gallifrey.
From Gallifrey?
You brought a book from Gallifrey to Cambridge?
Well, just a few knick-knacks. You know how I love my books, Doctor.
Professor, you said you brought it back by accident.
An oversight. I overlooked the fact that I had decided to bring it.
Just for study, you know. As I'm, now I'm getting very old...
You thought that perhaps I'd take it straight back to Gallifrey for you.
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