PART ONE

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Keff McCulloch.)
ANNOUNCER: Doctor Who. A Thousand Tiny Wings, by Andy Lane. Starring Sylvester McCoy and Tracey Childs. Part One.

(Jungle noises outside, while inside, a radio is playing Scott Joplin piano music. Typewriter tapping. SYLVIA O'DONNELL is a woman in her senior years, LUCY WATTS much younger.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Lucy dear, could you stop a moment?
LUCY WATTS: Sorry, Mrs O'Donnell. Was I disturbing you?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: No. I just thought I heard something. Gunfire or ... cars. I must have been imagining it.
LUCY WATTS: Perhaps it's on the radio.
(Radio switched off.)
LUCY WATTS: There. Can you hear anything now?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: No. But I don't think the composer ever considered using the sound of gunfire as an accompaniment to his music.
LUCY WATTS: Tchaikovsky used cannons in the Eighteen Twelve overture.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Tchaikovsky was a musical genius. And besides, he was writing about the defence of Moscow against Napoleon's army. It's difficult to write music about a war without incorporating some kind of reference to violence. Mr Scott Joplin, on the other hand, is a competent tinkerer who wrote disposable tunes for the masses.
LUCY WATTS: You used to like it when they played Joplin at the Nairobi tennis club. You used to say, you wanted to hear more.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I don't believe I ever said that.
LUCY WATTS: I remember Mr O'Donnell brought a record back with him from England last time he went. You played it once and then put it away.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: You are very young, Lucy. You have a lot to learn.
LUCY WATTS: I wonder if anyone will write a symphony about this revolution.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: This is not a revolution! This is a tawdry uprising on the part of some discontented natives who don't know when they're well off.
LUCY WATTS: Even so, it's been a fortnight now - you would think that things would have calmed down, you would think that we would have heard something.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: The British Government will not let this situation go on for long. They will send the troops in, and everything will go back to the way it was.
LUCY WATTS: Sometimes I wonder if we're the only white people left in Kenya.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Don't be foolish, girl. Yes, the natives have cut the lines of communication and taken control of a few Government buildings, but my husband and your father and everyone else are fighting back. Now, you go back to your ... letter or whatever it is and don't you worry about it.
(Typing.)
LUCY WATTS: I'm writing to my father. Letting him know how I am and where I am.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: There is no post. You do know that, don't you?
LUCY WATTS: Someone might pass by on their way to Nairobi. They could take the letter. Daddy won't know where to find me otherwise. It's not like this is our farmhouse.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: It was fortunate that we found it.
(Gongs.)
DENISE WATERFORD: Elizabeth? Christine? Lunch is nearly ready.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: (off) Coming.
DENISE WATERFORD: Hello, Sylvia. Hello, Lucy. You heard the gong, I assume, so I won't bang it again. Lunch isn't much, I'm afraid. More tinned rations and some sweet potatoes from the garden.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I'm sure it'll be wonderful. How are the supplies holding up?
DENISE WATERFORD: Oh, we're managing. Christine eats like a bird anyway, and poor Lucy can't keep anything down.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Still feeling rough, Lucy?
LUCY WATTS: Running a bit of a temperature, I'm afraid.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: You look a trifle flushed. You should get Elizabeth to take a look at you.
LUCY WATTS: I already did. She said she thought it was just a touch of gyppy tummy. That and ... you know, the stress of waiting and not knowing about what's happened to my family. She's given me some powders.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: We were lucky Elizabeth ended up here at the farm. I don't know who better we could have hoped for than a doctor. Except perhaps a good pastry chef.
DENISE WATERFORD: Have either of you seen Christine today? She didn't answer just now.
LUCY WATTS: She went for a lie-down after breakfast. I think she's got a touch of gyppy tummy too.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I hope you didn't start without me? Any news on the radio?
[ELIZABETH KLEIN previously seen in Big Finish story Colditz, but new to radio listeners.]
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: To date the BBC World Service has been remarkably quiet about the Mau Mau uprising. They seem much more interested in the music of Scott Joplin. I blame the Prime Minister. Winston Churchill had no business taking Britain into the Second World War, and he's a senile old fool now. I sometimes wonder if he'll have the stomach to act against the rebels.
LUCY WATTS: You mean you think the Army's not coming?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh, I don't know what I'm saying. I'm tired and I'm worried and I'm sick of listening out for the sound of gunfire. Just want it all to be over.
(Walking over. Shutter moved aside.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I hate to sound like a clich\'e9, but it's quiet out there. Too quiet.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Better that than the alternative.
LUCY WATTS: Can you see anything, Elizabeth?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Nothing's moving. Apart from the breeze in the trees.
(Walking back over.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The sky's clouding over. I think we're in for a storm.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Too early in the season for a storm.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I've been wondering. Was this house built in a natural clearing or did the owners deliberately cut down the jungle around it?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: A little of both, I suspect.
DENISE WATERFORD: I've been trying to remember who did own this farm.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I'd feel a lot happier if we could see the fence or the main gate. I worry that the natives will get in without us knowing and the first we'll know about it is when we see them coming round the bend in the driveway waving their guns.
DENISE WATERFORD: I think it was the Braithwaites. Maud and Harold.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: There were rifles or shotguns beside every window upstairs and down, and Lucy and I have been checking every quarter hour.
DENISE WATERFORD: Or the Thornicrofts, perhaps.
LUCY WATTS: I've been doing upstairs, and Sylvia's been doing downstairs.
(Clicks.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I see someone knows their way round a rifle.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: So do you, apparently. My husband taught me to shoot when we first arrived in Kenya.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: How very practical of him. Could you shoot a person? A man?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh yes.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Perhaps we ought to set up a rota. Let each of us take a turn at the windows upstairs and down.
DENISE WATERFORD: Yes, I think it was the Thornicrofts. Don't you think a rota is a little ... well, officious? I mean, this isn't Nazi Germany, is it?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: No. If it was, the natives wouldn't be allowed to revolt.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Well-said.
LUCY WATTS: I tell you what, I'll pop upstairs and do a tour round the windows before we have lunch.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Are you sure you're feeling up to it?
LUCY WATTS: Those powders you gave me helped settle my stomach.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Good girl.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Check in on Christine. She shouldn't be still asleep.
(Walking off.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Perhaps we ought to be setting up shifts. Two people asleep and three awake all the time, one on continuous sentry duty. That way we can't be taken by surprise at night.
DENISE WATERFORD: Only three of us awake at any one time? Well, how could we play Bridge then?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Denise my dear, I rather think we have bigger concerns than getting a four for Bridge.
DENISE WATERFORD: I know there's a revolution going on, but I don't think we should let that be an excuse for letting our standards slip. We are British after all. And talking of which, I'll go and serve up lunch.
(Walking off.)
DENISE WATERFORD: Where are the servants when you need them?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Outside, setting fire to things, I think you'll find.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Ah, the British Empire at its glorious best.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: A trifle bitter there, Doctor Klein.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Not bitter, just ... regretful.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Regretting what, exactly?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Things that might have been.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Germany is a very progressive country, it seems to me, always looking to the future. Just look at how you were allowed to become a doctor. You wouldn't find that kind of thing happening in Britain.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Have you been to Germany, Mrs O'Donnell?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: My husband is German. We met in Munich in Nineteen Thirty-Three.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: That must have been ... awkward. Later.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Yes. O'Donnell is not my married name. Heinrich feels that we should use my surname rather than his, even now.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Very wise.

(Walking, tapping on door.)
LUCY WATTS: Mrs McCormack? Are you awake?
(Tapping.)
LUCY WATTS: Christine? It's Lucy. It's nearly lunchtime. Well, I'll make sure they leave a plate for you in the oven to keep warm.
(Sound of bird wings fluttering.)
LUCY WATTS: Mrs McCormack, is that you?
(More bird wing sounds.)
LUCY WATTS: Are you all right? Christine? I'll get Doctor Klein.

(Eating from plates. Walking in.)
LUCY WATTS: Oh. You started without me.
DENISE WATERFORD: We did wait, but the food was going cold, and you were taking so long.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: How is Mrs McCormack?
LUCY WATTS: I think she's still asleep, but...
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: But what, child?
LUCY WATTS: I thought I heard something in her room.
DENISE WATERFORD: An intruder?
LUCY WATTS: No. At least I don't think so. More like a fluttering as if there was a bird trapped in there.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Don't be fanciful. Christine wouldn't have opened her windows, and even if she did I can't imagine a bird flying inside.
LUCY WATTS: Maybe she's ill.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I'll check in on her after lunch but I'm sure she's fine.
LUCY WATTS: But ... what about that noise?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: It was the wind playing tricks.
DENISE WATERFORD: Did you check the rest of the windows?
LUCY WATTS: All the ones I could get to. There's nothing out there but the jungle and the clearing and the animals. And the storm-clouds.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Storm-clouds? It's not the rainy season yet, surely?
(TARDIS materialisation sound starts. Glass breaks.)
DENISE WATERFORD: Elizabeth, are you all right? It's just thunder.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Just thunder ... yes, of course it is.
(Materialisation sound stops.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Sorry. Just had a dizzy turn.
LUCY WATTS: Even the weather is rising up against us.
DENISE WATERFORD: We should close the storm-shutters.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: If we do that we won't be able to spot when the natives attack.
LUCY WATTS: When?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: If.
DENISE WATERFORD: I think it might be worth doing a tour of the boundary fence later. Just to check that there aren't any breaks.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I'll go. I could do with a walk.
DENISE WATERFORD: I'll go with you.

(Outside, jungle setting.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: So far I've not seen any breaks in the fence or any signs that the Mau Mau are getting close. What about you?
DENISE WATERFORD: I thought I saw smoke on the horizon earlier but it might just have been a heat haze. Oh, damn this place! Why can't things just go back to the way they were? We were happy. The natives were happy, at least they always seemed that way. If they wanted to be treated differently they could have just told us, couldn't they? No need for all this fighting and burning buildings.
(Cawing of large bird in background.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: All they've done is to prove that they're not grown-up enough to run their own affairs. They're like children - they need us to look after them.
(Walking through forest.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I think it's time to move on to the next section. Another hour or so should see us finished. Then I suggest we repair back to the house, and we settle into a couple of well-deserved gin and tonics.
(Fluttering.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Denise? What's the matter?
DENISE WATERFORD: I thought ... I thought I saw something moving, through the trees over there.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: A person?
DENISE WATERFORD: I'm not sure. I just saw a flash of colour, turquoise and iridescent like silk.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: You saw someone wearing a blue silk dress in the middle of the rain forest? Well, let's hope they can play Bridge as well.
DENISE WATERFORD: I didn't see a person. It was more like ... leaves caught in a sudden flurry of wind ... blue leaves or petals or something, spinning, then it was gone.
(More bird cawing and fluttering sounds in the background.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: No gin and tonic for you when we get back.
DENISE WATERFORD: I'm going over to take a look.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I'll cover you from here. No sense in us both going. Anything?
DENISE WATERFORD: (further away) Oh my good Lord!
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What is it?
DENISE WATERFORD: (further away) Come and look.
(Walking.)
DENISE WATERFORD: I thought at first it was just a - a fallen tree trunk, but ... but it's not. It's a body, covered in blood.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: A native, do you think?
DENISE WATERFORD: It must be.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: So thin. Look at its knees and elbows - they're swollen like turnips.
DENISE WATERFORD: It's malnourished.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: There's something not right about this. I'm no doctor, but surely legs and arms bend in the middle, not ... there.
DENISE WATERFORD: And look - there's another joint.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: He's got two knees in each leg.
DENISE WATERFORD: A-and two elbows in each arm. I think it's got a ... a ... a deformity of some kind.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Or a disease. Leprosy might cause something like this, or polio.
(Groaning from the deformed native, ABRAHAM.)
DENISE WATERFORD: Sylvia, look. It's alive.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: We should kill it.
DENISE WATERFORD: What?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: It's not one of us. Not British. I don't know whether it's a native or some kind of strange ape but I think it's dangerous. It might be infectious.
DENISE WATERFORD: I don't think leprosy can make a person look like this. Looks more like the result of a ... a car accident. You know what I mean - bones broken and then reset badly ... I think Elizabeth needs to look at this.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Are you mad?
DENISE WATERFORD: It may not be British but we are. If we just left it here we'd be no better than the Mau Mau.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: If we take it back we could be signing our own death warrants.
DENISE WATERFORD: Surely we're better than that. We have a responsibility to look after the sick and injured.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh, all right, all right. Get me some branches while I pull down some vines.
DENISE WATERFORD: What are you going to do?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: If you intend pressing ahead with this lunacy, then the least I can do is to help make a stretcher. This ... thing may be small, but it's still going to be an effort getting it back to the house.

(Non-human sounding murmurings from ABRAHAM.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Well, it's not a native, that's for sure. You can get quite a variation in African tribes from pygmies like the Bayaka or the Twa, to extremely tall and thin like the Watusi. But I've never heard of anything like this before. And the joints are natural, not the result of a deformity or an illness.
DENISE WATERFORD: We thought it might be an animal of some kind, a previously undiscovered species.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Possible, I suppose. The fingers are long, indicating some kind of arboreal heritage, and it has an opposable thumb. No. Make that two opposable thumbs. How very odd. The cranial development indicates a large brain. If it's an ape, then it's somewhere up at the chimpanzee or gorilla level rather than a new type of marmoset.
DENISE WATERFORD: We can't keep calling it "it." We need to give it a name.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh, how twee. You'll be knitting it clothes next.
DENISE WATERFORD: Abraham. Abe the ape.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Dear God preserve us.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Interesting.
(Water into a bowl.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: This blood on its skin is coming from these scratches. Hundreds of them, thousands. Tiny scratches all over its body.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Knife scratches?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Too small.
DENISE WATERFORD: Was it tortured?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Too many questions and not enough answers. It's asleep now. Let it rest. I'll make a full examination later.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I think we ought to tie it to the bed.
DENISE WATERFORD: Don't be silly, it's barely larger than a child.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Denise, see if you can find a key to fit the lock on this bedroom door. At least we can stop it wandering around the house when it wakes up. I think...
(Tapping on wood.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What in Heaven's name is that?
DENISE WATERFORD: Someone's at the door.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: It can't be Lucy, she's in the drawing-room writing a letter.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: And as far as I know, Christine is still asleep in her room.
DENISE WATERFORD: Is it ... the Mau Mau?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: If it is, they're displaying considerably more politeness than I would have expected of them.
(Tapping continues.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Well, shall we answer it?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Denise, bring the rifle.
(Rifle picked up. Walking over.)
LUCY WATTS: Is it the Army? Are we rescued?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Stand back. Denise, are you ready?
DENISE WATERFORD: Just about.
(Door opens with a creak.)
THE DOCTOR: Good afternoon, ladies. May I borrow a cup of sugar?
LUCY WATTS: Who is it?
DENISE WATERFORD: It's a white man in a linen suit and he's got an umbrella.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Are you from the British Government?
THE DOCTOR: Were you expecting someone?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: We were rather hoping for the Army.
LUCY WATTS: Or the diplomatic corps.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Or even a decent pastry chef.
THE DOCTOR: I'm sorry to disappoint you. May I come in?
DENISE WATERFORD: Oh. Where are our manners? Yes, please, do come in.
(Walking in. Door closed.)
THE DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: We already have a doctor. Where is Elizabeth? She was here a moment ago..
LUCY WATTS: I - I think she popped back upstairs. I - I'm Lucy by the way. Lucy Watts.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Sylvia O'Donnell.
DENISE WATERFORD: Denise Waterford.
THE DOCTOR: Charmed to meet you. Is it just the four of you here?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Christine is asleep upstairs, Christine McCormack.
DENISE WATERFORD: And there's Abraham...
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What's the news from England?
LUCY WATTS: Are the Army coming?
DENISE WATERFORD: How much of the country do the Mau Mau control?
THE DOCTOR: (quietly) The Mau Mau uprising, Kenya, Nineteen Fifties. Yes, of course. (Louder.) I'm pleased to be able to tell you that the British Government is pursuing a diplomatic solution through dialogue with the rebel spokesman Jomo Kenyatta. The worst of the fighting is over, but I fear that the country you knew is gone forever. Self-rule is the inevitable outcome.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Ridiculous. The natives can't govern themselves. They can barely grow enough food to keep themselves alive, and the different tribes are always at each others' throats.
DENISE WATERFORD: Would you like a cup of tea?
THE DOCTOR: That would be exceptionally kind. From rifles to tea in less than a minute. What a record, even for me.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: How exactly did you get here? We would have heard a car.
THE DOCTOR: Oh, I have my ... transport.
LUCY WATTS: One man parachuted alone into the dark heart of Africa to reach an accommodation with the rebellious natives. How romantic.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: How foolhardy.
DENISE WATERFORD: Are you alone?
THE DOCTOR: For the while. Why do you ask?
DENISE WATERFORD: We found someone in the rain forest earlier. They were injured.
THE DOCTOR: How very interesting. Does sound like something that would happen to a companion of mine, but for now, I'm travelling by myself.
DENISE WATERFORD: Doctor Klein thinks that the person we found is deformed in some way.
THE DOCTOR: Doctor Klein?
LUCY WATTS: Yes. Do you know her?
THE DOCTOR: Blonde, blue-eyed and strikingly attractive, with an air of an Aryan about her?
LUCY WATTS: Yes.
THE DOCTOR: I believe our paths have crossed.
DENISE WATERFORD: How lovely.
THE DOCTOR: I think it's time I met this strange interloper, and the creature you found in the rain forest as well.

(ABRAHAM groaning. Knocks from outside the door.)
THE DOCTOR: Hello?
(Door opened.)
THE DOCTOR: Well, well, well. What do we have here? You're not from this planet, are you, my friend? Two joints in each limb, reticulated skin, and those eyes. You've possibly the saddest eyes I've ever seen.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I concur. Apart from the bit about the eyes, that's ... just poetic licence.
THE DOCTOR: Doctor Klein, I presume.
(Walking to her.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I had a feeling we would meet again, somewhere.
THE DOCTOR: Oh, I never had any doubt about it.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: That was your TARDIS I heard earlier. I thought I was imagining things.
THE DOCTOR: Still lusting after it so you can go back and change history?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Change it back, you mean.
THE DOCTOR: You still believe that your reality is the right one, and this one is some kind of monstrous mistake?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I remember a world that doesn't exist and never will. I remember people who have never been born. Sometimes I think I'm going mad, other times I think you're the one who's insane. You must be insane to believe you have the right to just reorder reality the way you want.
THE DOCTOR: Not the way I want. The way it should be.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: No Miss McShane this time around? I'm sure I would have heard her by now if she was here.
THE DOCTOR: I'm travelling on my own now. And what about you, where have you been hiding yourself away since our last encounter?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: After the war ended in that farcical victory for Britain, I escaped to South America. There's quite a little colony of National Socialists down there, a home away from home.
THE DOCTOR: Yes, I remember bumping into one of them. Mr De Flores, I believe. He was just as fanatical as you. It must be something in the water down there.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Ah, Hans. He was always the Fuhrer's favourite. I hope that one day when the Fourth Reich emerges to take its rightful place leading the world, Hans will be the new Fuhrer.
THE DOCTOR: And will he make the trains run on time?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You say that as if it's a bad thing to have a predictable transport system.
THE DOCTOR: That rather depends on how you make the trains run on time and what happens to the drivers who are late.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I'm not going to be distracted by simplistic moralising. You believe this creature to be from the stars?
THE DOCTOR: It's not native to Earth, I know that much. I don't recognise the species, however.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: So the double joints and the colour of its skin are natural?
THE DOCTOR: As far as I can tell. But these scratches all over its body concern me. I presume you didn't make them yourself in some despicable attempt to extract information from it?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Scratches as shallow as this are no use in interrogations.
THE DOCTOR: I bow to your superior expertise.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: And I can't see how they could have been caused in a fight. They would have been much deeper and more savage.
THE DOCTOR: Which leaves...?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The best theory I can come up with is that the creature ran through a thorn bush and scratched itself badly. I would have given it a tetanus shot and some antibiotics but if it really does come from the stars then I might just end up poisoning it.
THE DOCTOR: How very Hippocratic of you.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Whatever you may think of us, Doctor, the National Socialists were never barbarians. We did what we did for the betterment of the human race.
THE DOCTOR: And when Doctor Mengele gave twins the same dose of poison in order to see whether they would take the same amount of time to die, was that justified? Did that add to the sum of human knowledge?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Doctor Mengele had only the best motives, but his methods were ... questionable. Even the Fuhrer came to acknowledge that. But you shouldn't tar the entire Third Reich with the actions of just one man. Would you like me to list all the British and American researchers who have committed abuses against their fellow man?
THE DOCTOR: Don't bother. The history of humanity is a history of abuse by the more powerful directed against the less powerful.
(THE DOCTOR sighs, breathing out through his lips.)
THE DOCTOR: Sometimes I wonder why I like your species so much.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: And is it different out in the stars, Doctor? Is it all peace and light out there?
THE DOCTOR: Not so you would notice.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: And there was I thinking you had the moral high ground, when you're just fighting down on the lowlands with the rest of us.

DENISE WATERFORD: Christine? Are you awake, dear? Christine, it's Denise. I've got some lunch for you. I'll just leave it inside the door.
(Plate moved, door opened. DENISE WATERFORD screams several times in horror. Running.)
THE DOCTOR: What is it?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What's the matter?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Are you all right?
DENISE WATERFORD: It's Christine.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Look at her.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Every square inch of skin has been scratched.
DENISE WATERFORD: Is she dead?
THE DOCTOR: Yes. And I fear this is just the beginning.

SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What on Earth happened to her?
THE DOCTOR: I rather think she was attacked by something.
LUCY WATTS: Look at the window. It's been smashed to smithereens.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: It's that creature, the one we found in the jungle. It slaughtered Christine and escaped.
THE DOCTOR: I don't think so. Doctor Klein and I have been with the creature and it's unconscious.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: And look - the glass is on the inside, which means that whatever it was came into the house from the outside.
THE DOCTOR: And presumably went back out the same way.
DENISE WATERFORD: Is that what made the scratches on her body? The smashing glass?
THE DOCTOR: I think not.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Look - there are scratches on her legs beneath her skirt, and on her arms under her sleeves ... and on her scalp beneath the hair. Glass slivers couldn't have penetrated all that way, something got close and attacked her.
THE DOCTOR: And remember the scratches on the body of that poor unfortunate creature in the other room.
DENISE WATERFORD: Abraham? But he's still alive.
THE DOCTOR: Exactly. Which means that the question isn't what killed your friend here - no, the real question is, why is your friend dead and Abraham's still alive?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Actually I think you'll find that the real question is, which one of us is going to be next?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What are you implying?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: There's some kind of animal on the loose. It's come into the house once by smashing a window and presumably left the same way. You don't need to be Ferner von Frauen to work out that it could do it again.
DENISE WATERFORD: What makes you think it's an animal? Surely it's more likely to be the Mau Mau.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Elizabeth is right. If it was the Mau Mau, they'd still be here in the house.
DENISE WATERFORD: Well, are we sure they're not?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I really think we'd know about it by now if they were. Psychological terror is not really their forte. They'd be attacking us at this very moment with spears and machetes.
THE DOCTOR: In which case might I recommend that our first course of action should be to bar all the windows.
DENISE WATERFORD: But that could take hours. Where are we going to get the wood?
LUCY WATTS: We could close the storm shutters. They're meant to be able to stand up to monsoon weather.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Lucy's right.
LUCY WATTS: But they can't be locked.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: They don't need to be locked if this thing is just some kind of animal. Anyway, we could use a chain or string, or ... we could tie the shutters together just to be sure.
DENISE WATERFORD: But how are we going to see if the Mau Mau are approaching the house if the storm shutters are closed?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: One problem at a time, dear, just one problem at a time. Lucy, you and Elizabeth take the ground floor. Denise, you and I will take this floor. Doctor...
THE DOCTOR: Oh, I'll stay here. Now, once I've secured the storm shutters on this window, I'll pop across and take another look at our friend Abraham. Somehow he's the key to all this, I feel sure of it.
DENISE WATERFORD: And what about ... (Sobs.) What about Christine? What are we going to do about her?
THE DOCTOR: Doctor Klein and I need to examine her body for evidence that might allow us to identify what kind of animal killed her.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: And then?
THE DOCTOR: And then we sew her up in a shroud made from bed sheets and we bury her outside, deep enough so that the hyenas won't be able to get to her.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Doctor, remember they've just lost a friend. We all have.
THE DOCTOR: There'll be time enough to mourn her later. For now, survival is our priority.

(Outside. Digging.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: There. Do you think that's deep enough?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I've got no way of judging. I've never had to do this kind of thing before. I think it'll be fine. Why not seek the Doctor's opinion? He seems to know everything.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He does like to give that impression.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Should we trust him? After all, he turned up only a few moments before we found poor Christine.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: We shouldn't trust him an inch. He's devious, manipulative and arrogant.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: But he seemed so innocuous.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: That's his greatest asset.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I thought you two knew each other.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: We were never friends.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: If you don't mind me asking, where did you meet?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Chronologically, it was at Colditz Castle in Nineteen Forty-Four.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: How strange. My husband, Heinrich, was stationed near there for a while during the war. He was in the Waffen SS. I've never really told anyone that before.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: People judge. All Germans are Nazis, all Nazis are like the Gestapo, all Gestapo are monsters. So simple. So wrong.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: But it wasn't like that before the war. The Mitford girls were back and forth between Germany and Britain all the time. We had grand balls and parties, and the officers were all so fine in their uniforms. Britain and Germany were friends. And then it all went wrong and nobody could admit to knowing any Germans any more. Which is why we had to come to Kenya. I suppose we ought to get everyone together, say a few words about Christine.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Did you know her very well?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Her husband was in trade. We didn't really move in the same circles. I'd bump into her now and then in Nairobi. She was a member of the tennis club although, not quite sure who put her up.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: She seemed ... pleasant.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Pleasant. Not much of an epitaph.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I don't think there is such a thing as a good epitaph. How do you sum up a person's whole life in a few well-chosen words?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What would you want them to say about you?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: That I put things right.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Yes. Yes, I'd be happy with that as well.

(ABRAHAM slightly disturbed breathing as though troubled sleeping. Door opened. Walking into room.)
LUCY WATTS: Do you think he'll ever wake up?
THE DOCTOR: I don't even know what's keeping him asleep.
LUCY WATTS: He looks so strange. Like a lost child.
THE DOCTOR: Yes. But that's no guarantee of good behaviour. Poor Abraham here could be a mass murderer, or a slave. A megalomaniac financier, or a pirate. We just don't know.
LUCY WATTS: You say that as if he's intelligent, like us. But surely he's either a native who's horribly deformed or he's some kind of ... well, I don't know ... hairless ape or something?
THE DOCTOR: Just because something is different doesn't mean that it is inferior.
LUCY WATTS: If my father was here he'd say you were some kind of Bolshevik talking like that. (Sighs.) I'm going to go for a lie-down if you don't mind. I feel a little sick.
THE DOCTOR: You're looking flushed. Let me feel your forehead. Hmm. You're running a temperature.
LUCY WATTS: Elizabeth said she thought I had a touch of ... you know, digestive problems. She gave me something to settle my stomach.
THE DOCTOR: I didn't realise she was medically qualified. How long have you had that rash on your neck?
LUCY WATTS: What rash?
THE DOCTOR: I don't remember seeing it earlier. Hmm. Yes. You do need to rest I think, perhaps some antibiotics would help.
LUCY WATTS: I'll be in my room.
(Walking off.)
THE DOCTOR: I feel as if I've got half the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and the top of the box is missing.

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Keff McCulloch.)
ANNOUNCER: A Thousand Tiny Wings was written by Andy Lane, and starred Sylvester McCoy as The Doctor. With Tracey Childs as Elizabeth Klein. Sylvia O'Donnell was played by Ann Bell. Denise Waterford by Abigail McKern, and Lucy Watts by Joannah Tincey. Chuk Iwuji played Joshua, and Abraham was played by Alex Mallinson. Original Music was composed by Richard Fox and Lauren Yason. Directed by Lisa Bowerman, A Thousand Tiny Wings was produced by David Richardson for Big Finish.

PART TWO

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Keff McCulloch.)
ANNOUNCER: Doctor Who. A Thousand Tiny Wings, by Andy Lane. Starring Sylvester McCoy and Tracey Childs. Part Two.

THE DOCTOR: I'm worried about young Lucy.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I know, she's feeling a bit under the weather. But she's been under a lot of stress.
THE DOCTOR: She's also got a rash developing on her neck. It's come up fast. It wasn't there half an hour ago. My first thought was meningitis. But the rash fades if you press on it.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Damn. Damn! It's not as if I have access to a full range of medical supplies here. I can diagnose, but I'm pretty much stumped when it comes to treatment.
THE DOCTOR: I didn't realise you had a medical qualification. I assumed your doctorate was in Physics.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I had to do something to pass the time while I was in South America so I requalified. There were plenty of German doctors around who had time on their hands.
THE DOCTOR: And yet you ended up here, in Africa.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The Dark Continent has always held a fascination for me. I couldn't see myself whiling away the years dreaming of past glories like Hans de Flores and his wolf-pack, and I spent far too long as it was dreaming of future glories that aren't going to happen.
THE DOCTOR: Unless you help them along. Surely you haven't given up your dreams of recasting the future in the image you remember?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: In my version of history, the Third Reich controlled this entire continent. When the Mau Mau started their rebellion they were crushed instantly. Wave upon wave of German aircraft swept overhead, carpet-bombing the tribal areas. We wiped them out. That's how to manage a continent, Doctor. No debate, no negotiation, just an instant and overwhelming response. But here in your milk and water world, the only forces that will be sent in will be battalions of men in pin-striped suits and bowler hats to reason with the upstart natives by talking slowly in loud voices. Kenya will get its independence, and it won't be the last country to do so. And in fifty years time this continent will have degenerated into a mass of squabbling tribes and minor civil wars. No order, no cohesion, just chaos.
THE DOCTOR: Perhaps. But there's something else, isn't there? Something you're not telling me.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: How annoyingly perceptive of you. Yes. When the carpet-bombing had stopped and the various native tribes had been eradicated, we sent in teams of builders to construct new cities. Within three years most of them were dead. Some kind of disease - a virulent plague like nothing anyone had ever seen before. It wasn't infectious, but it was carried by something. The wind, insects ... The Fuhrer put me in charge of a team of doctors and sent me to investigate, but we were all evacuated before I could make any progress. It was years before we dared come back into Africa.
THE DOCTOR: And that's why you requalified as a doctor. You want to solve the puzzle.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I don't often fail, Doctor. I like to make a difference. If not then, then now.
THE DOCTOR: And you think Lucy has the disease?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I wasn't sure with the fever. The rash makes it more likely.
THE DOCTOR: How long?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Depending on her strength, days maybe.
THE DOCTOR: Tell me that you don't want to isolate the disease, cultivate it and use it in some twisted scheme to put the Nazis back on top.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Credit me with some intelligence, Doctor. Bacteria don't care who they kill and they can't be aimed. If I were to do as you suggest I might just wipe humanity out, and then I'd have no chance of reversing history. No. If you only even believe one thing that I tell you, believe this. I want to discover what this plague is and stop it, not encourage it.
THE DOCTOR: I hope you're telling me the truth, Klein. For the sake of the world, I hope you're telling me the truth.

MALE RADIO VOICE: This is the BBC Overseas Service. Here is the news. In Kenya, it has been reported that Governor Sir Evelyn Baring has declared a state of emergency two weeks after taking up office. Troops and police have arrested nearly one hundred leaders of the so-called Mau Mau insurgency in and around Nairobi, including their spokesman, Mister Jomo Kenyatta. The Mau Mau stated aims, as reported in their manifesto, are to take lands away from the white settlers, and place them in tribal hands. European settlers are asked to stay calm and to wait for the British army to arrive. And now the economy.
(Turned off.)
DENISE WATERFORD: Oh, how wonderful. The army's been sent in to help.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Yes. But attacks against white farms and European settlers are on the increase. Which one will get to us first? The army or the Mau Mau?

(ABRAHAM struggling to speak.)
THE DOCTOR: So, your contention is what? That the carpet-bombing your people inflicted on this continent somehow spread a disease that had been confined to a small local area?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: That's not beyond the realms of possibility. The heat and humidity of this place causes bacteria and viruses to evolve quicker than anywhere on the planet. Most of the more deadly diseases started off in Africa, some of them crossing species boundaries from animals to humans and becoming more virulent in the process. Africa is a crucible for deadly plagues.
(ABRAHAM struggling to speak.)
THE DOCTOR: I think he's waking up.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Maybe he can tell us what this thing is that killed Christine. Can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me. Nothing. Maybe he doesn't speak English.
THE DOCTOR: That shouldn't matter. Let me try. Don't be frightened, my friend. I'm the Doctor, and this is, erm ... my friend Doctor Klein. We're here to help you.
(ABRAHAM slightly agitated, struggling to speak.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Is that a language?
THE DOCTOR: If it was I'd be able to understand it.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Don't tell me you're fluent in all OF the local native languages?
THE DOCTOR: The TARDIS allows me to understand any language, human or alien. Except for Esperanto, which for some reason it's never been able to get the hang of.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I'd wondered how you and Miss McShane were so fluent in German. He's obviously trying to communicate - just look at his eyes.
(ABRAHAM struggling to speak.)
THE DOCTOR: I wish we could understand what he's trying to tell us. Let me examine your throat. Yes, just tip your head back. That's right, yep. Open wide. Say antidisestablishmentarianism.
(Unintelligible words.)
THE DOCTOR: Yeah, that's close enough.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What are you looking for?
THE DOCTOR: Vocal chords. They're well-developed. The tongue as well. Abe here shouldn't have any trouble speaking, he's got all the physical equipment, and his cranial capacity indicates intelligence. But something is stopping him from actually forming the right words.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Perhaps he just doesn't want to.
THE DOCTOR: Or somebody else doesn't want him to.

(Smash of glass.)
DENISE WATERFORD: What in Heaven's name was that?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Move away from the window. Pass me that shotgun.
DENISE WATERFORD: Here. Do you think it's something trying to get in?
(Approaching running.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I'm sure of it.
THE DOCTOR: What was that noise?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Something smashed the window.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Good thing the storm shutters were closed.
THE DOCTOR: And it's a good thing whatever it was that tried to get in couldn't force its way through them.
(Trying lock.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What are you doing?
THE DOCTOR: Taking a look outside.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Be careful, it might still be out there.
(Falling glass.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I think you'd better give me the shotgun.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Why?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Because the way your hands are shaking you're just as likely to shoot the Doctor as anything else. And while there have been times when I would have supported you, I think we need him now.
THE DOCTOR: I can see multiple points of impact here, as if something large and irregular crashed against the shutters, pushing the window back until it shattered.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: A shotgun blast, perhaps?
THE DOCTOR: No, there's no damage to the shutters themselves, and no pellets.
(THE DOCTOR sighs.)
THE DOCTOR: I suggest that we evacuate this room, and lock the door. We'll set up base camp in the dining-room.
DENISE WATERFORD: Oh - that reminds me. I was going to do an omelette for dinner, but we've got no eggs in the house. I need to pop out to the hen house. Can someone come with me and stand guard?
THE DOCTOR: It's dangerous out there. I don't think wandering around is recommended.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I'll come. I could do with stretching my legs.
DENISE WATERFORD: If I pick some more sweet potatoes, I can do a potato salad as well.
THE DOCTOR: If you're set on going out there then I'd better come with you. I want to check on this window from the outside anyway.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Whatever for?
THE DOCTOR: Scratches. If I can find some then I might be able to estimate the size of the creature that smashed the window.

(Outside. Sweeping glass aside.)
THE DOCTOR: Yes. Just as I suspected. Look at this.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: But they're tiny.
THE DOCTOR: Tiny little scratches all over the window frame and the shutters.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Just like the tiny scratches on the creature's body.
THE DOCTOR: And on the unfortunate Christine. Where did Denise go?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Denise?
DENISE WATERFORD: (off) Over here, by the hen-house.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Stay where we can see you.
THE DOCTOR: Look, there.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What is that?
THE DOCTOR: A feather. A tiny blue feather.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The bird it belongs to would be about the size of my thumb.
THE DOCTOR: There's something ... Ah yes, yeah, got it, yes, it ... as I suspected. Hold our your hand.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What are you ... Oh. It's sharp.
THE DOCTOR: I suspect a high concentration of metallic ions. Be careful with it. Don't let it scratch you. The feather is immensely soft and flexible, but - capable of inflicting a nasty wound if it slices against your skin edge-on.

(Walking on wooden floor.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Lucy? My dear, I thought you were resting.
LUCY WATTS: I came down for a glass of water. I tried to rest, honestly I did, but ... I couldn't sleep. My skin itches and I ... I've got a headache.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: You've got a rash on your neck, dear, and your arms.
LUCY WATTS: Looks a bit like a heat rash, but ... I'm feeling shivery.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I'll get Elizabeth to take a look at you when she comes back.
LUCY WATTS: Where is she?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Outside with Denise and that strange little man.
LUCY WATTS: Isn't it dangerous out there?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: The lure of the sweet potato was just too strong.

(Jungle outside.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Oh hell, I've lost her again. Denise?
DENISE WATERFORD: (off) I'm in the hen-house.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What are you doing in the hen-house?
DENISE WATERFORD: (off) Checking for eggs. Sometimes they lay them in the corners.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You learn something every day.
THE DOCTOR: I'm still trying to get a handle on the layout of this place. The encroaching rain-forest makes it difficult to get a clear idea of where things are, and that could be important.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The farmhouse you can see. The area around it was cleared of bushes and trees for a few hundred yards by the owners - whoever they were. Then we've got the hen-houses and the allotment areas where they were growing vegetables. On the other side of the house there's pasture area for cows, but ... they've all wandered off or been taken. And after that there's a ring of about half a mile of rain-forest before you get to the boundary fence. I guess that they were intending to clear all that as well at some stage.
THE DOCTOR: And the driveway leads to a gate in the fence?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Which you would have seen if you hadn't arrived out of the blue, literally.
THE DOCTOR: Indeed.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Couldn't we just use your TARDIS to get out of here?
THE DOCTOR: What? And leave the mystery unresolved?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Life is full of mysteries.
THE DOCTOR: That's why life is so much fun.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Anyone would think you didn't want me in your TARDIS for some reason.
THE DOCTOR: Could they blame me?

(LUCY WATTS gasping.)
LUCY WATTS: Sylvia? Sylvia? I don't think I can make it to my room. Sylvia!
(Trying a locked door. LUCY WATTS gasping as though fainting, and ABRAHAM struggling to move as well as speak.)

(Jungle outside.)
THE DOCTOR: I still have a feeling you're keeping something from me.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Paranoia as well as delusions of grandeur and a tendency to talk to yourself. I'd be worried - if I actually cared.
THE DOCTOR: After all, what are the odds of you being here just as an alien creature is discovered?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: It works both ways, you know. With the whole of infinity and eternity to choose from, what are the odds of you turning up at the same place and time as me?
THE DOCTOR: Actually, given the way my life works, the odds are pretty good.
(Rustling in bushes.)
THE DOCTOR: What's that?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Come out with your hands up. I've got a gun and I'm not afraid to use it.
THE DOCTOR: In fact, she'd rather enjoy it.
JOSHUA: Please. My name is Joshua. Joshua Sembeke. You have to hide me from the Kitayaga.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The who?
JOSHUA: You call them the Mau Mau.
THE DOCTOR: Why are you running from them?
JOSHUA: I disagree with what they are trying to do, so they call me white like you.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Do you know where they are, what their plans are?
JOSHUA: I can tell you everything.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I don't trust him.
THE DOCTOR: You don't trust anyone .
ELIZABETH KLEIN: And you trust everyone. Guess which one of us gets disappointed the most.
THE DOCTOR: Let's get him back to the house and hear his story. Doctor Klein, you go and check on Mrs Waterford.
(Walking off.)

(Hens clucking. DENISE WATERFORD humming.)
DENISE WATERFORD: That's it. Eleven eggs. Perfect. Well done, my dears. You've done us proud.
(Walking. Wings fluttering.)
DENISE WATERFORD: Hello. You're not a chicken. You look like you might be a hummingbird. I've never seen a hummingbird in Kenya before.
(More fluttering.)
DENISE WATERFORD: Oh, and you have friends. How wonderful.
(More fluttering.)
DENISE WATERFORD: Now look, my pretties, I'd love to stay and play, but I have to get back.
(Fluttering from a flock.)
DENISE WATERFORD: N-no. No, stop, please, stop. Elizabeth? Doctor? Help! Get them off me. Please!
(DENISE WATERFORD screams amid wild fluttering.)

SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I don't like it.
THE DOCTOR: He seems harmless enough.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: He could be a Mau Mau infiltrator.
THE DOCTOR: He could. Or he could be exactly what he says.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: We should lock him up.
THE DOCTOR: We should talk to him. Establish the truth.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: You there. Boy. How far away are the Mau Mau?
JOSHUA: They're still in Nairobi. There are a lot of houses to search and to take over before they come out here.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: But they will, won't they, eventually?
JOSHUA: Eventually, they will be everywhere. They want to take Kenya back for the tribes, for the Kikuyu, the Embu, and the Amaru. They say it is their land, promised to them by the god Ngai, who lives at the top of the mountain, Kirinyaga.
(Gunshot.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Where's Denise?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: She's dead.
(Rifle safety catch off.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: You murderous savage!
THE DOCTOR: Mrs O'Donnell, stop. Joshua had nothing to do with it.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: It's true. We were between him and where I found Denise's body. He couldn't have diverted around us without us seeing him.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Then it was his friends.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: We didn't see any "friends."
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh. Oh Denise. Oh, poor Denise. How did ... how did it happen?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Just like Christine.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Did you bring her back?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I couldn't ... carry the body, not in the state it was in.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: We can't just leave her out there.
THE DOCTOR: I'll go.
JOSHUA: I can help. Please.
THE DOCTOR: We'll both go.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Where's Lucy?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh, I almost forgot. I found her collapsed on the landing upstairs. She was burning up. I got her into bed and I was just about to come looking for you when the Doctor returned ... with this native.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I'll take a look at her.
(Walking off.)

(Door knocked.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Lucy?
(Door opened. LUCY WATTS gasp then sigh of relief.)
LUCY WATTS: Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: How are you feeling?
LUCY WATTS: (sigh.) Woozy. (Laugh.) Like I've had too much champagne. I think I must be hallucinating. I thought I heard a man's voice, not the Doctor's, but - the native.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You weren't hallucinating. We found a man outside. He claims to be a farm worker on the run from the Mau Mau.
LUCY WATTS: What's his name?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He calls himself Joshua Sembeke. The jury's still out on whether he's telling the truth or not. Here. Let me feel your forehead.
(Walking over to her.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You've still got a temperature. And that rash is more pronounced than it was before. Do you need some aspirin?
LUCY WATTS: No. My head doesn't hurt.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What about some tranquillisers to help you sleep?
LUCY WATTS: The problem isn't sleeping. It's staying awake.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Well, try dozing for a while. Let your body fight against whatever this infection is. I'll come back later and take some blood for testing, if that's all right.
LUCY WATTS: (laugh) Whatever you think best. I trust you.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I'm glad someone does.

SYLVIA O'DONNELL: It's getting dark. I suppose I ought to be cooking dinner, but ... not quite sure where to start. Denise and Lucy usually manage that sort of thing. Does one break eggs to make an omelette? Seem to remember there's a saying about not being able to make an omelette without breaking eggs, but that's not really much to go on when you're looking for a recipe.
THE DOCTOR: Ah, the English upper classes. Unable to do anything without help, but still convinced they're superior to everyone else.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: You can criticise Doctor, but just look at what we've achieved. We're a small island with a small population, and yet we've made our mark around the world. We didn't do it by force - by and large - we did it by civilising and educating, and showing small tribes whose vision went just as far as the horizon that by working together, they could form a nation that would stretch from coast to coast...
THE DOCTOR: Which you would rule.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: If not us, then who? Joshua over there? If we leave the natives to run their own affairs they will fail. They don't have the skills or the background. Perhaps in three or four generations they will be ready but not now.
THE DOCTOR: Yes. My people had a similar philosophy, for a while, until it all went wrong.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Your people. Yes. I thought there was something ... foreign about you.
THE DOCTOR: Foreign? Or non-Aryan? Careful, Mrs O'Donnell. Your roots are showing.
JOSHUA: I can see something.
THE DOCTOR: What is it?
JOSHUA: Through the gaps in this shutter. I think I can see a fire.
(Walking over.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Let me see. It's probably just the sunset. He's right. There's something on fire, just over the horizon. I can see the glow against the clouds.
THE DOCTOR: I think it might be the farm next door.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I think you're right. Denise would know. Oh, poor Denise.
JOSHUA: The Mau Mau are coming. This place will be next.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I thought you said they were still in Nairobi.
JOSHUA: I was wrong.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: We need to get out. Damn. I was hoping we'd be safe here until this tawdry little business was over, but ... we need to move on.
THE DOCTOR: Do you have transport?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: There's a Land Rover in the garage. It's still working, Elizabeth checked. And there's the Mercedes that we arrived in, but the journey was rough and I'm not sure about the suspension.
THE DOCTOR: I'll go and tell Doctor Klein.
(Walking off.)

(ABRAHAM gasping. Door opened.)
THE DOCTOR: Ah. I see the patient is awake.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: One of them. Lucy is still dozing. I'm just testing her blood now.
THE DOCTOR: Anything?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Nothing that's within my abilities. I came here with a full medical laboratory ready to test any disease and synthesise a vaccine, but I had to leave it all in Nairobi when this Mau Mau thing started. It's probably all smashed and burned by now.
THE DOCTOR: Is that Denise Waterford's body over there under the sheet?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: It is. Thank you for bringing it back.
THE DOCTOR: Don't thank me. Joshua did most of the work.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I've been performing a rough autopsy. A thorough examination of her injuries. I'm not convinced that the scratches killed her.
THE DOCTOR: Not deep enough?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You came to the same conclusion?
THE DOCTOR: Via a less analytical route perhaps, but yes. Could the shock of the attack have stopped her heart?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Shock is over-rated when it comes to cause of death. And besides, Denise was in good robust health. No, I'm tending towards a toxin.
THE DOCTOR: Poison?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Take a look at this. Look at that scratch just there.
THE DOCTOR: The edges are inflamed.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: And they're raised, as if there's been some kind of allergic reaction. The same is true of most of the wounds.
THE DOCTOR: Ah! Why didn't we spot this with the previous body?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Christine had lain in her room for several hours before Denise discovered her. The early stages of decomposition had begun. Any signs of inflammation or histamine reaction had faded.
THE DOCTOR: And what about Abraham over there? How is it that he has escaped death?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: That is the sixty-five million Deutschmark question, isn't it? I did examine his wounds, but there's no trace of any biological reaction.
THE DOCTOR: So either he was scratched but not poisoned...
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Or he has immunity to the poison.
THE DOCTOR: Either way, we have a mystery.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I thought mysteries were what made life fun.
THE DOCTOR: Not when your life may depend upon them.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: And did you come up here just to be cryptic or was there something else?
THE DOCTOR: Joshua saw the conflagration on the horizon. Sylvia suspects that it's a farm next door set ablaze. She thinks we should get out of this place.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: With one invalid human, one suspected invalid alien and a possible Mau Mau collaborator...
THE DOCTOR: Yes, I do see the problem, but consider the alternative. Do we really want to be here when the Mau Mau arrive?

(Movement, like coming into a room quietly.)
LUCY WATTS: Not ... Elizabeth...
(Sudden gasp by LUCY WATTS.)
JOSHUA: Do not be afraid.
LUCY WATTS: Who are you?
JOSHUA: My name is Joshua Sembeke. I am of the Kanda tribe. I was a worker on the farm nearby until the Mau Mau came. Now, I am hiding from them as you are.
LUCY WATTS: What are you doing in my bedroom?
JOSHUA: I heard a noise.
LUCY WATTS: I-in my bedroom?
JOSHUA: Upstairs.
LUCY WATTS: What, this is upstairs. Oh. Oh, you mean up the attic. Well, what kind of noise?
JOSHUA: Like nothing I have heard before.
LUCY WATTS: Well ... well, let's go and take a look.
(Floorboards creak.)
JOSHUA: Stop.
LUCY WATTS: I can't hear anything.
JOSHUA: Let your mind and your heart become still. Listen without moving.
LUCY WATTS: I still can't hear anything.
JOSHUA: Perhaps further down. Stop here.
(Fluttering of wings.)
LUCY WATTS: There. Oh, there's some - something trapped in the attic.
JOSHUA: Is it trapped, or are we?

(Faint sounds by ABRAHAM.)
THE DOCTOR: I'm not sure he has the energy to walk more than a few steps.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Then we should leave him behind. He's a liability.
THE DOCTOR: If you were wounded, should we leave you behind?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Of course. The needs of the individual are nothing compared to the needs of the group.
THE DOCTOR: What is a group if it's not made up of individuals? Everyone matters, Klein, nobody is unimportant.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You are risking all of our lives, Doctor, for a meaninglessly sentimental gesture. We should wrap him in a blanket. That would make him easier to carry.
THE DOCTOR: He's amazingly thin, almost malnourished.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The blood loss hasn't helped. I don't even know whether putting him on a saline drip would be helpful or fatal.
THE DOCTOR: Test the PH of his blood. That might give us some idea of his basic biochemistry.
(Knocks on door. Door opened, walking in)
LUCY WATTS: Elizabeth?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Lucy. I thought you were asleep.
LUCY WATTS: I was woken up. Doctor, there's something in the attic.
THE DOCTOR: What kind of something?
LUCY WATTS: Just like before, in Christine's room, a kind of fluttering, like a trapped bird.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: A bird? Is that where that feather came from, some kind of bird?
THE DOCTOR: Intelligent alien species are remarkably rare in the cosmos, something to do with the inability to manipulate tools effectively with their wings, I'd think.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: How do you know it's intelligent?
THE DOCTOR: Because it's here on Earth.
LUCY WATTS: But - what do we do about it?
THE DOCTOR: Under other circumstances I'd like to attempt to communicate with it, but I think the general consensus of opinion is that we ought to evacuate the house.
LUCY WATTS: Evacuate? To where?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: To anywhere that the Mau Mau aren't.
THE DOCTOR: Now, we need to get Abraham here downstairs to the garage. Sylvia's getting the car started. I need you and Joshua to pack as much food as you can to take with us.
LUCY WATTS: All right.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: But before you do that I want to give you some vitamins and some antibiotics. I'm still worried about that rash.

(Car attempting to start.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Damn.
(Car almost starting, then stopping. Walking over.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The Doctor said he wanted to evacuate the house.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I think it's our only option. But I can't get the engine started.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I've got Lucy down, and the Doctor is bringing Abraham and Joshua.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Why on earth are we taking them?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The Doctor was very insistent.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Yes, he does have that tendency, doesn't he? Still, I suppose if he's with the Foreign Office then he must know best.
LUCY WATTS: Excuse me. Coming through.
(Walking over.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Lucy my dear, how are you feeling?
LUCY WATTS: Much better now that I've had a nap, thank you. I've packed a picnic basket with as much food as I could manage.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Shove it in the back and climb in behind me. Elizabeth, get the creature and the native boy in the back, and make sure they can't reach the guns.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Understood. Do you want me to drive?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I was rather expecting the Doctor to drive as he's the closest thing we have to a man of the house.
THE DOCTOR: I'd be more than happy. I've happy memories of big green Land Rovers.
(Car doors opened, closed. Car engine starts immediately.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: How did you do that?
THE DOCTOR: As with dogs, the trick is not making the engine think you're afraid of it. All aboard! Who's coming aboard?
(Juddering.)
THE DOCTOR: Oh. Oh yes. No temporal synchro-bash. Must remember.
(Sudden stop, LUCY WATTS gasps.)

(Car stopped.)
THE DOCTOR: It appears we have been anticipated.
LUCY WATTS: What is it?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: There's something in front of the gates.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Two burned-out cars and a tree trunk blocking the way.
THE DOCTOR: Too heavy to shift.
JOSHUA: The Mau Mau don't want you to leave.
THE DOCTOR: Apparently so.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I can't see any natives.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: They probably dumped the stuff there to pin us down and then gone back to whatever pillaging they were doing down the road. They'll come for us when they're ready.
LUCY WATTS: Can't we just drive along the boundary fence until we find somewhere that we can cut through?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: The fence is chain link, and the trees and bushes go right up to it. We'd get five yards into the jungle and get stuck.
THE DOCTOR: We'll have to go back to the house, fortify it, barricade ourselves in, but first ... Doctor Klein, please pass me one of those shotguns. I think I've got some twine in my pocket. I'd be surprised if I don't, considering what else is in there.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I got the impression last time we met that you didn't like guns.
THE DOCTOR: I don't like weapons. People can use almost anything as a weapon. A car battery, fountain pen, an umbrella. Fortunately, it's sometimes possible to use a weapon as something entirely different.

(Echoed shot.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What the hell was that?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Shotgun.
(Walking in.)
THE DOCTOR: Warning signal. I left the shotgun tied to the tree by the gate, with the trigger attached to a piece of twine stretched across the road.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I hope you had the shotgun pointing across the road as well.
THE DOCTOR: Of course not, I left it pointed upwards. I wanted warning, not bloodshed.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: How very humanitarian.
(Another echoed shot. A different shotgun fired.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: They've lost the element of surprise.
THE DOCTOR: Coming from about a half a mile away judging by the lag between the shot and the bullet hitting.
(Echoed shot, and shot fired.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What do we do?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: We fire back, of course, defend ourselves.
THE DOCTOR: I abhor violence.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Violence doesn't care about your opinions, Doctor, it just is.
THE DOCTOR: Violence begets violence.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: A damn conscientious objector. I should have known.
(Echoed shot, and gunshot.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: We'll go up to my bedroom. It overlooks the drive.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What about the back of the house? They might sneak around.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Doctor, would it injure your precious principles to keep look-out from Lucy's bedroom at the back, and call us if you see anything?
(Running.)
THE DOCTOR: I'll take Lucy and Joshua with me.

(Door opens, Running.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You take the right hand window, I'll take the left.
(Shots fired.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Can you see them?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I thought I saw something move in the tree light ... There.
(Shot.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Got him!
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I got something.
(Shot.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: They're getting better.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Just as long as we stay better than them.

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Keff McCulloch.)
ANNOUNCER: A Thousand Tiny Wings was written by Andy Lane, and starred Sylvester McCoy as The Doctor. With Tracey Childs as Elizabeth Klein. Sylvia O'Donnell was played by Ann Bell. Denise Waterford by Abigail McKern, and Lucy Watts by Joannah Tincey. Chuk Iwuji played Joshua, and Abraham was played by Alex Mallinson. Original Music was composed by Richard Fox and Lauren Yason. Directed by Lisa Bowerman, A Thousand Tiny Wings was produced by David Richardson for Big Finish.

PART THREE

(Opening Doctor Who theme music composed by Keff McCulloch.)
ANNOUNCER: Doctor Who. A Thousand Tiny Wings, by Andy Lane. Starring Sylvester McCoy and Tracey Childs. Part Three.

SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Let's take stock of the situation.
THE DOCTOR: It's been quiet for the past hour or so. Doctor Klein is upstairs with Abraham...
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh, I do wish people wouldn't personalise that creature so.
THE DOCTOR: Lack of personalisation is probably one of the reasons the Mau Mau rebelled in the first place.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What about the native boy? Where is he?
THE DOCTOR: You mean Joshua? I ... asked him to check the shutters in every room.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: And you trust him to do that?
THE DOCTOR: I'll check them myself after he comes back. If they're all still intact, we know we can trust him.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: If they're damaged or open we know we can't trust him. If they're undamaged, the jury is still out.
THE DOCTOR: You can prove a positive, but you can never prove a negative. How surprisingly philosophical.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I went to Oxford, Doctor. I'm not stupid.
THE DOCTOR: You are many things, Mrs O'Donnell, but I don't believe that stupid is one of them.
LUCY WATTS: Please don't bicker. I can't stand it.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. You're right. We need to work together if we're going to survive this.

(ABRAHAM struggling to speak.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: If you're asking what I'm doing, I'm testing your blood.
(ABRAHAM struggling to speak again.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Because the Doctor has an over-ridingly altruistic desire to help you.
(ABRAHAM struggling to speak again.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I'm trying to find out if your blood is anything at all like ours. It's the same colour and the plotting factor looks to be similar. I wouldn't go so far as to say it's haemoglobin-based yet, but it's certainly got the same PH as human blood. Which raises some interesting questions about convergent evolution that I'll have to take up with the Doctor. I might be able to risk putting you on a saline drip to try and get some fluids into you. Although I'd be nervous about the effects of a transfusion.
(Walking over. ABRAHAM struggling to speak again.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Yes. This is Christine O'Donnell. Or it was. And I suspect you know what killed her, although you can't tell us even if you wanted to, but I intend finding out.

SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What in Heaven's name?
THE DOCTOR: It's Klein!
(Door opened. Running.)
THE DOCTOR: Klein!
LUCY WATTS: What's the matter?
THE DOCTOR: I don't know, she's collapsed.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: And that damn creature has gone.
LUCY WATTS: The window's open. It got out that way.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I knew it.
JOSHUA: What has happened?
LUCY WATTS: It's Doctor Klein, she's dead.
THE DOCTOR: No, she's still alive. Look, there's no blood, no scratches.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Except for that gash on her hand.
LUCY WATTS: Elizabeth. What happened?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I was ... trying to collect a sample of toxin from Denise's body I'd got a syringe for, but ... Abraham attacked me from behind.
THE DOCTOR: What has happened to the syringe, Klein?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Broken. Scratched my hand.
THE DOCTOR: And it looks as if the toxin splashed across the scratch. Whatever killed Mrs McCormack is now in your blood-stream.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Well, don't just stand there like a cauliflower, man, help her.
THE DOCTOR: Joshua, check the windows in the other bedrooms. The last thing we need is the Mau Mau attacking now. Lucy, I'll need hot water and a bowl.
JOSHUA: I will shout if I see anything.
THE DOCTOR: Er, Mrs O'Donnell, help me get Doctor Klein into the bed.
(Groans of movement including The Doctor saying "Come on.".)
THE DOCTOR: How are you feeling, Klein?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Hot, nauseous, and my hand feels as if it's swelling up like a balloon.
THE DOCTOR: We need to stop the poison getting any further into your body. Mrs O'Donnell, hand me that sheet.
(Walking over. Tearing of cloth.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What are you doing?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He's making a tourniquet.
THE DOCTOR: If I cut off the blood supply just below the elbow it'll stop the toxin from circulating.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What if it's already got into my system?
THE DOCTOR: One thing at a time.
(Bowl of water carried.)
LUCY WATTS: I've got the water.
THE DOCTOR: Well done. Now, go and help Joshua check the windows for signs of activity outside.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: And take this gun.
LUCY WATTS: In case the Mau Mau attack?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: In case Joshua isn't what he says he is.
THE DOCTOR: Mrs O'Donnell - er, you wash the cut thoroughly with the remains of that sheet, keep changing the material, we don't want to keep re-introducing the poison back into the wound.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What about you?
THE DOCTOR: Oh, I'm going to see what's in Doctor Klein's medical bag.

(Bottles moved about.)
THE DOCTOR: Ah yes, this should slow your metabolism down a tad. Intravenous, I think.
(Other bottles moved about.)
THE DOCTOR: So if our positions were reversed, Klein, if I were dying, and you knew I would try to change your world if I survived, would you help me?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: If I thought you might succeed then, no. The world would be better off with you dead.
THE DOCTOR: And how would that be any different from just putting a pillow over my face and suffocating me? Or injecting me with insulin and watching me die?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: It wouldn't, of course.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Oh for Heaven's sake, you two. This is academic. We are all civilised people. We help one another, despite the fact that our beliefs might be at odds.
THE DOCTOR: Make a fist. That's right. Just a little scratch. There's hope for you yet, Mrs O'Donnell.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You realise that you're just staving off the inevitable.
THE DOCTOR: By keeping you alive? I will never let you change history the way you want to.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I mean by using the tourniquet and the drugs. The toxin is still in my system.
THE DOCTOR: I know.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: So what are you going to do about it?
THE DOCTOR: The only thing I can. I'm going after Abraham. If there's an anti-toxin for this poison then he's the only hope we have of finding it. He's the key to the whole situation.

(Moving, ABRAHAM gasping, moving metal object like a pot, sound of night creature. Moving off through the jungle.)

SYLVIA O'DONNELL: You're going out alone into a jungle filled with Mau Mau infiltrators and some kind of ferocious beast. And you're in search of a creature that's on the run who can't tell you what it is that you want to know anyway.
THE DOCTOR: Yes.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Then I'm coming with you.
THE DOCTOR: And leave two invalids guarding the house? I think not. I need you to stay here.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Then I need to come with you.
THE DOCTOR: You can hardly move.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: If you succeed in finding an anti-toxin then you need to get it into me as fast as possible. By the time you get back to the house I might be dead.

(Chopping through forest.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Wouldn't you be better off using a machete?
THE DOCTOR: No, I'm fine with the umbrella, thank you. It's a multi-purpose instrument.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Are you sure he came this way?
THE DOCTOR: I'll have you know that I learned my tracking skills from the parrot hunters of the Arapaho tribe.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Whose expertise lay in hunting buffalo across the American plains, I believe. I'm not reassured.
THE DOCTOR: But the principles are the same.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: If we end up finding a buffalo instead of that alien creature, I'll make you eat those words. If I last that long.
THE DOCTOR: How are you doing?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I can't walk in a straight line and I can't feel my left arm. But on the good side I'm not feeling any more nauseous than I did back at the house. Whatever you did appears to have worked.
THE DOCTOR: Only a temporary solution, I'm afraid.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: There's always amputation, I suppose.
THE DOCTOR: Hah, that's your answer for everything, isn't it? Just destroy the source of the problem and move on. Carpet-bombing native tribes, cutting away poisoned flesh, deleting whole swathes of history. Don't you have any subtlety, Klein?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Do what works, that's my motto. Morality is a luxury.
THE DOCTOR: There are many ways of getting to the same destination. And often the best one is not the most direct.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: A bit like your tracking skills.
THE DOCTOR: Look - traces of blood on that tree trunk. Abraham's been this way.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Which tree trunk? I can see two.
THE DOCTOR: The one I'm pointing to.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: But I can see two of you.
THE DOCTOR: Is this your way of telling me that you're experiencing some visual disturbances?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I knew you'd get there in the end. You could just abandon me, you know. I'm sure your TARDIS isn't too far away. Just go. Leave me to my fate.
THE DOCTOR: And what about Sylvia and Lucy? Should I just abandon them as well?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Why not? Aren't they already a part of this history that you're trying so hard to protect? The Allies won the war and a group of women were massacred in the Mau Mau rebellion. Why is it that you feel the need to preserve one and change the other?
THE DOCTOR: (sigh.) Small stones, big rocks.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You've lost me.
THE DOCTOR: History is like a huge pile of stones and rocks. You can take stones out from between the rocks and not disturb the pile, but start taking the rocks out half-way up ... cause a landslide.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: So the small personal events are the stones, and the big historical ones are the rocks?
THE DOCTOR: Something like that.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: It sounds more like a children's game - you know, taking the wooden blocks out of the tower without it falling down.
THE DOCTOR: And there are some races in the Universe who treat history just like that - as a game for their children to play. Come on, let's keep going.

(Door creaks open. Walking into room.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Lucy? Oh my dear, what happened?
LUCY WATTS: I fell down. Oh, I'm feeling dizzy. Oh! I think I might be sick.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Here. Let's get you into bed. That rash is all over your face.
LUCY WATTS: I'm sorry, Mrs O'Donnell. I should be on watch, I must...
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: No, no, no. You stay where you are. I'll go and get the boy to help.
(Walking off. Doors creak open/closed.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Joshua? What are you doing?
JOSHUA: I am watching for the Mau Mau.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: What do you need that torch for?
JOSHUA: It will be dark soon.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: But not yet. And you've got it switched on. You're signalling them, aren't you? You're signalling the Mau Mau.
JOSHUA: And they will come. And they will kill you.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: But why? What have we ever done to you?
JOSHUA: You took our lands and forced us to work for you for a pittance, and still you ask us that? How stupid are you?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Doctor, help!
JOSHUA: That funny little man cannot help you now.
(Walking over.)
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Stay away from me. Stay away. Oh. Oh, please. No. No!
(SYLVIA O'DONNELL cry.)
JOSHUA: And now you will pay for everything you have done.

(Cutting through jungle.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What was that?
THE DOCTOR: Where?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Through the trees.
THE DOCTOR: I can't see anything. You must be hallucinating.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: No. Over there.
THE DOCTOR: Ah. Oh yes. It's Abraham. He appears to have stopped running.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: It looks like he's waiting for something. You know, I'm beginning to think that Denise was right about knitting him some clothes. There's something rather disconcerting about him standing there naked.
THE DOCTOR: Let's approach cautiously. Softly softly, catchee alien.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Abraham? It's Doctor Klein and ... and the Doctor. The Doctor. What's that thing he's standing in front of?
THE DOCTOR: Some kind of prefabricated structure. A dome.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Looks like plastic.
THE DOCTOR: Certainly artificial, and probably not from this planet. Look at how the colours shift.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You could probably fit a couple of rooms in there.
THE DOCTOR: I suspect there is more underground. I wonder, did Abraham build it or was it someone else?
(Fluttering.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What the hell is that?
THE DOCTOR: It's the last pieces of the jigsaw puzzle assembling themselves into a picture.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: It's birds, hundreds of them, thousands.
THE DOCTOR: A flock, moving as one.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: They're attacking Abraham.
THE DOCTOR: Quite the reverse. They're settling on him, covering him.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He's completely covered. It's as if he's clothed in feathers from head to foot.
THE DOCTOR: Imagine all those tiny claws gripping his skin, all those tiny beaks pressing against his flesh.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Those scratches all over his body.
THE DOCTOR: And underneath his body and Christine's.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: They were caused by a flock of birds. This flock of birds.
THE DOCTOR: Birds with poisonous claws. Alien birds.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Then why doesn't their poison affect Abraham?
THE DOCTOR: Oh, if he's their mule then it wouldn't make evolutionary sense for him to die every time they land on him.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Their mule?
THE DOCTOR: How else would a flock of birds be able to manipulate tools and build spaceships except by using another creature? I imagine they use some form of short-range telepathy, or thought control. The birds are probably relatively mindless individually, but as a flock they have a group intelligence that can influence poor Abraham. I'm the Doctor. Am I communicating with a bipedal mammal or the alien flock?
(ABRAHAM speaks in a whispering and only partially intelligible alien voice - The Cheylis.)
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) We are the Cheylis. We have been searching for the host. You have captured him. We sought to release him.
THE DOCTOR: Hardly captured. He was found in the jungle, unconscious.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) We helped him. When we returned, he was not there.
THE DOCTOR: And does he always stay where you leave him?
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Of course. What else would he do?
THE DOCTOR: Oh, I don't know, I mean, why don't you ask him? He might want to do some sight-seeing or get an ice cream or ... or visit an art gallery.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Your words make no sense. The host has no opinions, no thoughts of his own.
THE DOCTOR: You might be surprised.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) You are not of this world, Doctor. We sense depths, chasms, a distance within you that these others do not contain.
THE DOCTOR: Oh, I'm a traveller, just passing through. But what about you? What's your motive for being here?
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) We conduct research.
THE DOCTOR: But why here? Why this planet?
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) The atmosphere matches our atmosphere. The insects can be eaten by us. The vegetation can be eaten by the host. It is ... convenient.
THE DOCTOR: You misunderstand me. Why go to another planet at all? Why not do your research on your own planet? Assuming you still have one.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Too dangerous.
THE DOCTOR: So, you move the risk to a different world. Brave of you to actually do it yourself.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Your words make no sense. We do what works. Morality is a luxury.
THE DOCTOR: And what is the subject of this dangerous research that you are doing, hidden away here in the jungle? Nuclear fusion? Anti-matter? Distronic radiation? Or is it biological warfare?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Of course. Lucy's illness was caused by an accidental leak, something got out.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) This is true. The leak was stopped, but some microbes escaped.
THE DOCTOR: This is monstrous.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Actually, looked at dispassionately, this is entirely practical.
THE DOCTOR: But why use an occupied world? Why not base yourself on a planet with vegetation and insects but no intelligent life?
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Of all the planets we surveyed, this one had the highest number of microbial organisms, and the fastest rate of evolution. This planet is unique.
THE DOCTOR: It's also got a dominant life-form - humanity.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Another advantage. The humans will form perfect test subjects for our research, once we have progressed that far. The accident has already proven that humans can become infected by our artificial microbes.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: But what's the point in using humans as test subjects? That won't tell you anything about the effects of disease on your own race.
THE DOCTOR: Oh, I think their plans go well beyond their own race. I think they're trying to develop diseases that attack many races at once. A universal plague.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: How clever.
THE DOCTOR: How utterly appalling. And what are you going to do with these biological weapons once you have them? Win wars? Take over solar systems, become the biggest bully in the playground?
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Warfare is a foolish pastime, wasteful of energy and resources. We will sell our weapons. Other species who are engaged in warfare will pay highly for microbes that could affect their enemies. We will become the most powerful economic entity in the Galaxy, and when other races have wiped each other out, or bankrupted themselves, then we will control the Galaxy.
THE DOCTOR: And you will be immune to all these diseases of course.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) We have developed a cure. Our microbe swarm contain the genetically-engineered weakness, a biological trap-door that can be exploited by a particular toxin.
THE DOCTOR: How perfect, how symmetrical. And how wholly utterly wrong. You must be stopped, and you will be stopped.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Not by you.
(Fluttering increasing.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Be careful. I think they're preparing to take off.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) You are disruptive. You must be silenced.
THE DOCTOR: I'm talking now to Abraham. The host, not the Cheylis. Abraham, you don't have to go along with this. You're a being in your own right. You have opinions, thoughts, beliefs and desires. You do not have to subjugate your will to that of the Cheylis.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: The Doctor is right. I know you are intelligent. You tried to hold a conversation with me. You were aware of what I was saying. And when you escaped from the house, you demonstrated that you could make your own choices. Make one now. Resist the Cheylis.
THE DOCTOR: No creature should ever live under the domination of another. Exert your free will. Say - no, today I will not do what you want, I will do what I want.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Brothers, our control over the host is weakening. Concentrate.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: They're settling back on him.
THE DOCTOR: The shorter the range, the greater the control. Stay strong. Focus on what you want, not what they want. You don't want to hurt us, you don't want to hurt anyone.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: It's not working.
THE DOCTOR: They're re-establishing control.
(ABRAHAM sounds of struggling.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What's he doing?
THE DOCTOR: I don't know.
(ABRAHAM struggling to speak.)
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) Just because something is different, doesn't mean that it is inferior.
THE DOCTOR: Those are my words.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) What is a group, if it's not made up of individuals. Everyone matters. Nobody is unimportant.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He's remembering what we said in his presence.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) The Doctor has an over-ridingly altruistic desire to help people in distress.
THE DOCTOR: And forcing the Cheylis to repeat it. He's reversing the telepathic link.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He's hurting himself.
THE DOCTOR: No, he's hitting out at the birds that cover him.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He's crushing them.
(ABRAHAM groans with effort.)
THE DOCTOR: And they're turning on him, scratching deeper with their claws, their beaks and their feathers.
ABRAHAM: (The Cheylis) No, stop. You must stop. Do as we command. You are killing us. You are killing us!
THE DOCTOR: There are too few of them left to exert control.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: They're taking off. Watch out.
(Increased fluttering of the wings of the birds.)
THE DOCTOR: The Gestalt consciousness has broken down. They're individuals now, yes, instinctively reacting to a threat.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: They've decided we're part of the threat.
THE DOCTOR: We've no choice. Use your machete against them.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What about you?
THE DOCTOR: I have my umbrella. Look out, here they come! There! Get you, out of ... Again, take that!

(No more fluttering. Silence.)
THE DOCTOR: That's all of them, I think. Not a pleasant thing to do, but - they were poisonous and vicious.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I remember you saying that anything can be used as a weapon, but I didn't think an umbrella would count.
THE DOCTOR: Maybe if we were to look at this umbrella in the same way.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: That was very clever, making Abraham rebel against his controllers.
THE DOCTOR: You played your part. I realise that the philosophy I was espousing is alien to your very nature.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: How do you mean?
THE DOCTOR: Well, fascism comes from the Latin fasces, meaning a bunch of sticks tied together. The idea is that people are stronger when they all work together than they are individually. The individual has no place in a fascist society. I was telling Abraham the exact opposite - and so were you.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I was telling him what he needed to hear so that he would fight against the control of the Cheylis. I still believe that the subjugation of the individual is necessary for the sake of the collective interests of the race. Of course, you appreciate the irony, don't you?
THE DOCTOR: What irony?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: In convincing Abraham not to do what the Cheylis wanted, you ended up convincing him to do what you wanted. He was still being controlled.
THE DOCTOR: He had a choice, Klein. I just let him exercise that choice.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Just keep telling yourself that.
(Coughing from her.)
THE DOCTOR: How are you doing?
(Coughing.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Holding it together, just.
(ABRAHAM groans.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: That's Abraham.
THE DOCTOR: He's badly injured.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I thought he was immune to the Cheylis's poison.
THE DOCTOR: They've severed some major blood vessels. There's nothing we can do. No, stay where you are. Don't try to move.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He wants us to go with him.
THE DOCTOR: Into the Cheylis dome.

(Humming of machinery inside a building. Walking in.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Doctor, I'm not sure I can make it much further.
THE DOCTOR: I don't think there's far to go. We're nearly in the centre of the dome. Have you noticed the architecture?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I've been too busy trying not to pass out.
THE DOCTOR: The main corridors are obviously built for Abraham and his ilk, but the holes in the top of the walls are probably there to allow the Cheylis flock to fly around.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Super.
THE DOCTOR: Ah. Here we are. The centre.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I think I recognise some of that equipment.
THE DOCTOR: It's alien.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Yes, but there's only so many ways you can build a centrifuge or a fractional distillation column. This is their laboratory. This is where they've been doing their experiments.
(ABRAHAM struggles to speak.)
THE DOCTOR: What is it, my friend?
(ABRAHAM struggles to speak.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: He wants us to go over there.
(Walking over. Hiss as door opened. ABRAHAM struggles to speak.)
THE DOCTOR: Ah. A refrigerated storage area.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What's he pointing at?
THE DOCTOR: That flask.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You don't think...?
THE DOCTOR: That it's the universal cure that the Cheylis developed for their bio-engineered diseases? It rather looks that way. And that device beside it looks like a trans-dermal injector.
(ABRAHAM struggles to speak.)
THE DOCTOR: Yes, that's all very well, but how do I know what the dose should be?
(ABRAHAM struggles to speak in reply.)
THE DOCTOR: Ah, I see. The injector has a scanner mode.
(Bleeps.)
THE DOCTOR: Hmm. Let me see. Hold out your arm.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I was poisoned, not infected.
THE DOCTOR: I imagine the Cheylis poison is a by-product of their biological research. And if I were them, I would make sure that my universal cure worked against the widest possible set of illnesses.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Are you sure about this?
THE DOCTOR: I'm not sure about anything. Certainty is the first step towards dictatorship.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You never stop, do you?
(Hiss of injector.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Ow! Cold!
THE DOCTOR: Don't be a child.
(Falling to the floor.)
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Abraham.
THE DOCTOR: He's finished. The strain of bringing us in here has been too much for him.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: But he saved my life.
THE DOCTOR: He saved everyone's life.

(Door creaks open. Walking in a few steps.)
THE DOCTOR: Hello? Is anyone home? An answer came there, none. I don't like it.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I think I share your concern. Let's search the house. We need to find Lucy as quickly as possible so we can give her the Cheylis's treatment.

(Walking in a room.)
THE DOCTOR: Mrs O'Donnell? Lucy.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Lucy? No!
THE DOCTOR: What happened here?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I can't imagine anyone surviving this.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: They didn't.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Sylvia.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: It's Joshua's blood.
THE DOCTOR: Did the Mau Mau attack?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: In a sense. Joshua was the Mau Mau. One of them, anyway. I caught him signalling to them. He attacked me.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: What happened?
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Lucy happened. She came up behind him and ... hit him with a lantern, and - then she just ... collapsed. I think the strain was too much for her. Now, what about you, Elizabeth? Was your quest a success?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I think I'm cured, but Abraham is dead.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: So many people dead. So many people to be buried.
THE DOCTOR: You're thinking about others, Mrs O'Donnell. I need you to do something for me. There is something else that needs to be buried. The dome, out in the rain-forest. It needs to have earth piled over it, as much earth as you can manage. It needs to be buried so that nobody ever finds it again. It needs to be buried so that nothing ever gets out, and it must never be opened by anyone, ever. If anyone goes inside, they will die. The whole world will die.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Couldn't we just burn this dome, or - or blow it up?
THE DOCTOR: Doctor Klein has told me about the consequences if we try that. Burying it is the only way, and I need to ask more of you, Sylvia. I need you to stay here, even after the rebellion is over, even after the Kenyans get their independence. I need you and your husband to stay here and watch over that buried dome, to make sure that nothing ever disturbs it, and pass that responsibility onto your children, or to someone else. If you fail, if they fail, then what happens to Lucy will happen to the whole world.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: And you won't tell me why?
THE DOCTOR: It's best that I don't.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: And what about you?
THE DOCTOR: I'll stay until the British Army gets here, and the situation stabilises. I'll even stay until you find your husband or he finds you. But I can't stay forever. I never do.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: Will you stay, Elizabeth?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: No. I'm sorry, but no. I've done what I came here to do. I made a difference.
SYLVIA O'DONNELL: I'd better go and check the windows. Seems so pointless now, but life goes on, I suppose. We keep ourselves moving.
(Walking off.)
THE DOCTOR: And what about you? Where will you go?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Back to South America, perhaps. Back to De Flores and his wolves.
THE DOCTOR: And you think I'm going to let you set about creating a Fourth Reich from scratch?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: I don't see how you could stop me - short of killing me, and that would make a mockery of everything you did to save me.
THE DOCTOR: I didn't save you in order to let you rewrite history, Klein, I need you where I can keep and eye on you.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You're going to stay with me and watch me until I die?
THE DOCTOR: Quite the reverse. You're coming with me.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: You're going to give me access to a time machine and the whole of human history? Do you really understand what you're proposing?
THE DOCTOR: Better than you, I suspect. Your perspective is too shallow. There are things out there you need to see. Do you accept?
ELIZABETH KLEIN: No conditions, no parole?
THE DOCTOR: No conditions, no parole.
ELIZABETH KLEIN: Then yes. For better or worse ... I'm coming with you.

(Closing Doctor Who theme music composed by Keff McCulloch.)
ANNOUNCER: A Thousand Tiny Wings was written by Andy Lane, and starred Sylvester McCoy as The Doctor. With Tracey Childs as Elizabeth Klein. Sylvia O'Donnell was played by Ann Bell. Denise Waterford by Abigail McKern, and Lucy Watts by Joannah Tincey. Chuk Iwuji played Joshua, and Abraham was played by Alex Mallinson. Original Music was composed by Richard Fox and Lauren Yason. Directed by Lisa Bowerman, A Thousand Tiny Wings was produced by David Richardson for Big Finish.