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God heavens!
Sly me, where did this come from?
It was a police box, wasn't it?
What are you both doing in here?
You dropped your keys!
How dare you follow me into the TARDIS!
The what?
The TARDIS sir!
This is a vessel for travelling through time and space!
Why did you follow me?
I'm terribly sorry if we've annoyed you, Doctor.
It was my fault, I'm afraid.
What sort of...
Stand back from those controls!
Those controls are used for dematerialising.
Dematerialising? What does that mean?
You and this young lady are experiencing it.
You are now travelling through time and space.
Yeah, well, make sure I get back by tea time, Doctor.
I've got to get back on the ship by tonight.
Young man, it's going to be a long time before you see your ship again.
Eh?
Why? When are we going to land?
I don't know. That's the cause of half my trouble through my journeys.
I never know.
Why not?
I have no control over where I land.
Neither can I choose the period in which I land in.
Oh.
Now, you see that scanner? That is what I call the scanner up there.
We get a very good view from the outside.
Ah, yes, I think we've landed in some sort of caves.
Yeah, well, thanks for the young movies, Doctor.
Now, if you just open the door...
Wait, wait, young man. We don't know where we are.
And we don't know if it's safe or what period we're in.
Well, look, I'll take a little bet with you, eh?
London, 1966, Fitzroy Square.
Yes, I think it's quite normal.
Yes, the temperature's all right.
Well, I think you can leave, but watch your step.
What a relief. You have me nervous for a minute, Doctor.
Come on, then.
Oh, dear, all this distraction.
And I really thought I was going to be alone again.
Hm.
Crikey, look!
Ben, I'm scared. What's happened to her?
I don't know. It may be some kind of illnesses.
Pinch me.
Ow, not that hard.
Oi, wait a minute.
What are you doing that for?
I never leave it unlocked, my boy.
Doctor, you must take us back.
I'm not going to take you back to London in the TARDIS.
You refuse, eh?
My dear young man.
Come on, Polly, we'll find our own way back.
Ben, I suppose I'll just have to chase after them.
Quite incapable of looking after themselves.
Hm.
Look at this.
I can't believe it.
Hey, is it exciting?
Well, it might be if I wasn't so pushed for time. Come on.
But it's a super place. Whee!
Yes, I wonder. Yes.
I wonder.
Rats.
It's passing.
It'll be a lot nicer with a few houses and a bus stop.
Have you got any idea where we are?
Looks like Cornwall to me.
Cornwall, are you sure?
Looks like it, me handsome.
Oh, I don't know what this is about.
All I know is I've got to get back to Barracks.
Come on, it'll take hours from here.
All right.
Are you coming with us, Doctor?
Oh, yes, yes.
You may know where you are, my dears, but not when.
Oh, I can foresee oodles of trouble.
Oh, dear, I suppose I'd better follow them.
Just hope they don't get into any harm.
Here, look, there's a church.
There we are in our own time after all.
You didn't really believe all that nonsense about past and future, did you?
We can't be too sure, my boy.
Sure? There are millions of churches like that.
Oh, good gracious, most of them have been standing there for centuries.
Yeah, well, some of them are here. Come on, I've got a train to catch.
Sorry, Doctor, but we'd better find a station.
We can talk on the train.
Oh, talk on the train, child.
It's no use, I can't read it.
You'd think there'd be a few houses or something.
I bet it's miles to a bus.
Well, there doesn't seem to appear any Victorian restoration.
I think it could be any time after the 16th century.
Only it's not, it's good old 1966.
Well, I don't think so, somehow.
Hold fast, I say!
Oh, please, would you put that gun away?
Hold thy tongue, lad!
You seem to be a gentleman,
but why on foot with these lads as company?
Well, we stopped aside, sir, on our journey to walk along the cliffs,
and unfortunately we got lost.
Am I foreign?
No, no, we don't come from this part of the country.
There's no more of ye than this.
No, just the three of us. You see, we are travellers looking for shelter.
And you came by road and not from the sea?
No, sir, not by sea.
Very well, I cannot give thee shelter,
but I can give thee sustenance and direction.
Thank you.
Well, he's a right one. What gear's he got on?
Yes, I'm afraid you're going to lose your bet, young man.
That gentleman comes from the 17th century.
17th century?
There's the brandy.
I'll just have a little water, thank you.
No, we don't touch it.
I wonder if you could direct us to the nearest inn.
We seek shelter.
In time, in good time.
I don't know thee, do I?
No, I don't think we've met before, no.
Aye, it is true.
And you've seen no others on the road?
No ships upon the ship's sea?
No, I didn't see a blind thing. Expecting someone, are you?
Speak when me spoke to you, sir.
Well, I was only trying...
Ah, Ben, Ben, Ben.
No, sir, we met nobody and saw nothing.
Are you, uh, expecting some friends, hmm?
Avery's boys are no friends of mine. Never saw that Avery.
You know not that name?
Oh, then you're the happier for it.
And you are expecting this Avery, hmm?
Him?
Oh, he's been buried these long years past.
Ah, but he's spirit rides.
I and the dark souls of those who follow in his wake.
Was he a sailor?
Who mentions sailor?
What would I know about the sea?
I pretend this church.
Are you a priest, then?
A priest?
A word of God touch me too late, boy. I'm but church warden here.
Name of Joseph Longfoot.
Christian.
You appear to be afraid, sir. Can we help, hmm?
We help?
Against Potshook?
No, we cannot help.
Ikeshook? What's that?
The blackest name I know, boy.
So never say it in me face again!
Oh, your hand, sir. Are you in pain?
Nah, tis not. The fingers could bend it'll mend.
Dislocate it. Ha!
Good.
Oh, your blessed hand, sir.
Tis not, my dear chap. Have another drink.
We must be on our way. Goodbye.
No, no, don't leave me.
We must go. We've got to get back to the beach.
The beach? There isn't a beach. The tidal band.
The tide?
Ah, yes, of course, I remember now. Yes, yes, yes.
We have to wait until the tide recedes.
Come on, let's hurry.
We could, of course, stay, if you wish.
No, this is no place for gentlemen and lads.
Go thy way. Go quickly, while we may.
It must be in a 17th century.
Well, thank you for your diligence, sir, and the kindness of yours.
Oh, thou art a real gentleman. Go thy way quickly.
Thank you, thank you.
A moment, sir.
While at the inn, take care, I say.
Guard thy tongue. Think only of thy comforts.
Do not need. We only need shelter for the night.
Heed my words. Be watchful.
Thank you. Goodbye. Goodbye.
One more word, sir.
If you should come this way again and find me gone,
remember these words.
This is dead man's secret key.
Smallwood.
Ringwood.
Gurney.
Eh, but what to, er, what's the purpose, sir?
It's a secret worth remembering.
Yes. Kindly.
Thank you, thank you indeed. And I think that's going to be all right now.
Yes. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye. Come along.
Goodbye. Thank you. God bless.
Come!
Aye, master?
There's business afoot. A message for the church warden tonight.
Aye, good sir. Now to it, you big boy.
Aye.
Tell him... tell him that Cuper has had word from friends.
Down the coast?
A delivery can be expected soon.
I'll tell him further when I've made arrangements.
Aye, good sir.
Tell him further when I've made arrangements.
I'll tell him. Can I take the mare?
Aye. Go now before the storm breaks.
Aye.
You, er, you're the landlord, I presume?
Aye, Jacob Cuper. And I've no rooms. We're full.
Oh, we only want rooms for the night, my friend.
Strangers are not welcome in these parts.
Nor are they always what they seem.
That's more or less what the church warden said.
Yes. The church warden said you could probably put us up for the night.
But it appears that he was wrong.
If he said thus, you'll know his name.
Longfoot, sir. Joseph Longfoot.
Now surely that name means something to you.
A friend of his is welcome, sir, but not so strange travellers.
Your pardon, sir.
Granted, granted. Now, rooms, a meal, something hot for us.
Surely that's possible.
It is, sir. And you'll be wanting to enjoy clothes till the morning too, eh?
Yes, indeed. Yes, for the lads.
And I think I shall be able to dry myself out for that lovely fire.
It'll be done, sir.
Well, my lad.
Ha, ha. Very funny.
I do wish everyone would stop calling me lad.
It does make me feel very odd.
Yes, but I think it's better at the moment, my dear.
What would they say to a maiden in trousers?
You'd die laughing.
You would think it funny, you and your bell-bottomed sense of humour.
Listen to our little dolly rockadutty, sir.
What's your time, dear boy?
I hope these'll serve.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
Come on, help me sort these out.
Look, Doctor, what I want to know is how are you going to get us out of here?
We shall return to the TARDIS, my boy, when the tide recedes.
And let's hope that we materialise in 1966.
You don't sound very certain, Doctor.
No, I'm afraid I'm not, my dear.
It's more likely we shall probably land in the far distant future.
Oh, great. The way things are going,
there probably won't be a navy when I get back.
Look, Ben, for the moment, we're in the 17th century.
Somehow. We'll just have to like it and lump it.
Here you are.
Oh, OK.
Well, it's a nice old pub anyway, isn't it?
Yeah, I bet a beer's better than they serve nowadays.
Yes, I think they're somewhat suspicious of us.
These circuits don't seem to like strangers, do they?
I wonder why.
I wouldn't worry too much about that, my dear,
because I don't think we're going to be here long enough to find that out.
Oh, Rob, great ships on every sea.
Oh, pill-lead crews without mercy.
Master Cherub!
It's nice to see an old shipmate again, eh, Joe?
We had good times aboard the Albatross when you was my day.
Them days is gone and past.
I would not forgotten. Not by your old friends, Joe.
I ain't no friend of yours.
I'm Church Warden here. A Christian man.
You always have been leaning towards the good book.
Only Joe Longfoot, mate of the Pope,
has been a good friend of mine.
I'm not a friend of the good book. Only Joe Longfoot, mate of the Black Albatross.
I'm more, I'm not.
We miss you, matey, but most of all does the Captain.
The Ca... Captain Pike?
You owes him something, matey.
He wants what's his.
I got not what's his.
If you ain't got it, you knows it's whereabouts. Avery's gold.
No Christian man would touch it.
We ain't all like you, only Joe.
We ain't all afraid of the curse that's on it and it's ours by rights.
It's no man's rights.
We'll decide that when we get the loot.
Ah, you nibbler-foot.
Won't we, Joe, my old matey?
Ain't you gonna tell me, aye?
You can't threaten me. I got friends here. Powerful friends.
They need to meet a better Pike.
Don't you think they couldn't?
Where's your friends now, aye? Gone?
The old man and his two lads.
What does he know, aye?
No. No nothing.
I directed him on his way.
Where to? Where to, say I?
To the inn for Shelburne.
Who was he? What's he to you, aye?
A parceling traveller on his way.
Oh, matey, I saw you were whispering something in his ear.
What was you saying to him, aye?
Nothing.
Joe, you wouldn't be trying to sell what you know to some stranger, aye?
You can rot in hell first!
Aargh!
You're a fool, Joe Longfoot.
But before you go to join your mates, tell me what I want to know.
Speak up!
I raise...
...curse on you...
...for a black...
...villain. Speak, damn your eyes!
It wouldn't be like you to go to David Jones silent, matey.
So I reckon we'd best get a hold of that old fella and get our hooks into him.
Ah, that's better.
Mmm. Rain stopped.
Here. I've seen a few shady customers in my time, but this crowd beats a lot.
They're fantastic, aren't they?
Sorry to keep you to take away from time to time.
Evening.
Cheerful lot, Doctor, aren't they?
I think we would do well to remember the church warden's words.
Why, that old roughneck!
To keep our thoughts only on ourselves.
I wonder why, though.
Who's this post there?
Sir, sir, quickly, help!
Oh.
What's the trouble, lad?
The church warden, Master Cooper.
Well, what, out and drunk was he as usual?
No, sir. He was dead.
Dead?
How?
Knifed in the back. He was smiling.
Was he, now?
And the door was burst wide open. No sign of no one, though.
No one else of our lads have been down there this night.
The strangers were, though.
Aye. And who else would want to kill Joseph Longfoot, eh?
None as I know of round here.
He'd no money, no enemies, neither.
Word's got to be passed on.
You'd best tell your tale to the squire.
Ask him to come here as magistrate.
Bring him here, sir.
As fast as the horse can go. Away with you now.
Oh.
Oh, sorry.
I want you, old fella.
I beg your pardon, sir.
Don't you come the gent with me, matey.
We're going to have works together, you and me.
Get your dirty hands off him, mate.
Do what, lad?
I said lay off. What's he done to you?
I don't think I've set eyes on you before in my life, man.
No, but we have a mutual acquaintance, though.
And what do you mean?
Joseph Longfoot.
Well, the church warden's a man.
Yes, he barely tried to help us, barely in the cretins.
Was, you mean?
You see, him and me, we had a little bit of a tizzy like, mate.
Damned.
The trouble was, he forgot to give me an urgent message before he passed over.
But he spoke to you, didn't he, eh?
And how do you know all this, sir?
Because I was keeping look out, that's why.
Well, you're wrong, see.
I want what he told him.
So speak up, old fella.
Leave the doctor alone.
Oh, doctor, eh?
Well, Sawbounce, speak up, or do I have to make you?
Don't harm them!
Come here, Kluke!
Come quietly, then.
Where are you taking me?
You wait and see, Sawbounce.
Daniel!
Come on, before they beat you, scum.
Help, somebody, help!
Help me, please, help me!
The doctor, they've taken him!
Who has? Who's taken him?
Those men, they were terrible, and they've hurt Ben.
You must help me!
Is he bad, then, this lad?
He's bleeding!
He's not dead, though.
You take his feet, lad.
Don't you worry, lad.
The squire will be here soon.
The squire? What can he do?
I want to get the doctor back safely.
The squire's the law in these parts, cub.
And guard your tongue when talking to your elders.
But you don't understand.
They were threatening to kill the doctor.
I'll get the doctor.
What's this I hear, Jacob, eh?
It's a stranger's.
Let's deal with it, then.
Ben!
Howdy.
So these are your strangers, eh?
Aye, squire, and this one's wounded.
Aye.
You'll need binding, Tom, sir.
A fishcloth and water and a drop of brandy, eh?
Oh, you pa.
Oh, aye, squire, go, Tom.
Will he be all right?
Aye, boy, he will.
He'll be all right, Toby.
Where's your master?
He's been kidnapped.
You've got to save him.
Kidnapped?
And who were the ruffians who did this, eh?
Well, there were four of them.
Oh, you tell me this tale.
Tell me about yourself.
Me?
But the doctor's the...
Doctor?
Oh, aye.
Well, let's not beat about the bush.
I want to know who the three of you are
and where you come from.
But the doctor will be killed if you don't do...
Speak when the squire tells you.
If you want help, I want the truth.
30 minutes.
Come, my beauty, I'll take you to the captain.
You'll find he likes a little conversation
with a fine gentleman like yourself.
Oh, blimey, my head.
Well, what happened?
Where's the doctor?
Ben, he's been taken and we're in trouble.
How?
The big man over there, he's the squire,
and he insists on knowing who we are and where we're from.
You haven't told him?
Of course not, but he won't help us if we don't speak.
So, you've come to, have you?
I have told your young friend here
I want information, he refused to give it to me.
I demand to be told the truth.
You'll get it when you've got the doctor back.
You speak civil to the squire.
Well, why don't you all do something?
Don't just stand there.
Be silent, sir.
I hold you both to be knaves and rogues
and of highly suspicious intent.
And as magistrate of this borough,
I'm hereby arresting both of you.
Arresting us, what for?
For the murder of a church warden.
And for this ferocious deed,
you'll be imprisoned until the next exercise is,
and there, punished accordingly.
Later.
Sheriff, what in hell's name have you dragged in here now?
I demand silence!
Holy Joe's dead, captain.
Dead before he tell his secret.
What's that you say?
But before he died, he spoke with this old sorebones here.
Ah.
But the sorebones won't talk, not to me.
Well, by thunder, you'll talk to me!
For my name's not Samuel Pike!
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