Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 5, Episode 29 - Fury from the Deep: Episode 1 - full transcript

The Doctor, Jamie and Victoria are taken prisoner by the staff of a gas refinery, who have lost contact with their drilling rigs and experienced mysterious drops in pressure.



DOCTOR: There.
Come on, Victoria, out you get.

Trust you to bring us right down
in the middle of the sea.

The TARDIS is perfectly capable
of floating, you know.

Where are we exactly?

- Oh, England, undoubtedly.
- You can tell by the weather.

And the white cliffs.

We always seem to land on this planet.

Aye, it's always England.

I think by the hammering
the TARDIS has got,

you've gone and spiked it.

Hey, where are you going?

what's all this stuff, Doctor?

Foam, you silly.
You often get it on the seashore.

JAMIE: Not in big lumps like this,
eh, Doctor?

No, not usually, Jamie.

Hey, Jamie, smell that.



- Right.
- Oh!

Go away! No!




Hey, Doctor, what's that?

I think that's where
the foam's coming from.

Oh, I hardly think so, Jamie.

Let's go and see.


What is it?

Well, it's what it says, Jamie.
It's Euro Sea Gas.

Uh, gas from the sea?
Oh, who are you trying to kid?

So it's nothing to do
with the foam then?

No, no, I shouldn't think so.
Wonder what that is?


Will it not budge?

No, it won't touch it,
I'm afraid, Jamie.

Oh, well. Have to use this.

- What's that?
- It's a sonic screwdriver. Never fails.


There we are. Neat, isn't it?

All done by sound waves.

Now, what have we got here?

Oh, yes.


What is it? What's that noise?

I don't know, Jamie.

VICTORIA: I can hear it, too.

It's probably only
throbbing from a pump, you know.

Doctor, please hurry up.
I don't like this place.

It's so quiet.
I feel as if we're being watched.

DOCTOR: All right, Victoria.

Now then, Jamie.

- VICTORIA: Doctor!


VICTORIA: Doctor? Doctor?

DOCTOR: Victoria?

- Jamie, you there?
- JAMIE: Oh, I think so. (GROANING)

I can't move my legs.

What happened?

What do you want?

Would someone kindly tell us
where we are, please?

Why don't you answer?

Come on, where are we?

VICTORIA: What have you done?
Can't move.

I think
we've been tranquillised, Victoria.

DOCTOR: Tranquillised.

Who do they think they are?

We should be asking the questions.

- I shall expect quite a lot of answers.
- JAMIE: What is this place?

- ROBSON: You mean you don't know?
- If I could onlyjust get up.

I shouldn't try, if I were you.

You know, in this position,

it's just a little difficult
to communicate.

- Shall we give them some U4, sir?
- Eh? Yes, do that, Mr Harris.

JAMIE: What's U4?

DOCTOR: I think it's all right.

- I think it's the antidote.
- Keep away!

Anyway, there's nothing
we can do about it, you know.


Oh, yes. Yes, that's better, thank you.

Oh, thank you very much. Yes.

You were on the beach by the pipeline
in a restricted area.

- Now why?
- We were lost, that's all.

You were tampering with the emergency
release valve remote control.

- You're a saboteur.
- He's not. He's a doctor.

I can assure you,
I was only being curious.

HARRIS: I don't really see
how they could've had anything...

ROBSON: When I want your opinion,
Harris, I'll ask for it.

Meantime, lock them up in one of
the cabins. I'll interrogate them later.

And you lot, get back to work.

Is he always as charming as that?

We've something of an emergency on
at the moment.

You see, we've just lost contact
with one of our rigs at sea.

DOCTOR: You mean
communications have broken down?

No, that's what's curious about it.

As far as we can tell, our video link
is functioning normally.

- The crew just aren't answering.
- You can't blame us for that, surely.

There's also been a drop in pressure
in the feed lines from the rigs.

You were seen tampering
with a release valve on the pipeline.

I told you I was merely being curious.

- Were you?
- JAMIE: Are you calling us liars?

No, but you must admit
your sudden appearance here

inside our restricted area
is suspicious.

VICTORIA: That's no reason
to shoot us down like animals.

Maybe not,
but we were under a security alert,

and Mr Robson's, well,
under considerable pressure himself.

I'm sorry, but I shall have to do
as he says and lock you up.

- Oh, dear.
- Would you follow me?

- HARRIS: Come along, this way.

GUARD: May I see your pass,
please, madam?

MAGGIE: P ass?

I have instructions that no one
is to leave or enter the compound

without a written pass
from Chief Robson.

Not until after the emergency.

But you know who I am.

My husband is second-in-command
to Chief Robson.

- Yes, Mrs Harris, I know.
- Then let me pass.

- P lease.
- Sorry, madam.

I think you should return
to the residential block.

I'm sorry,
but there's nothing I can do to help you

until you tell us what you were doing
with that release valve on the pipeline.

It wasn't the valve I was interested in.

- Oh?
- I heard a movement

coming from inside the pipes.

A movement? Oh, it's all right.

- You can go.
- Yes, movement.

Don't ask me what it was.

Well, I'm not quite sure what you're
trying to suggest, but I can assure you

marine life couldn't possibly
get inside the pipeline tube.

It would never get past
the drilling pumps.

That's as may be,
but there was something inside that tube

- because I heard it too.
- And so did I.

DOCTOR: Well, if the pressure
is down in the pipes,

perhaps that's the reason why?

P erhaps marine life
has got into the pipes.

Oh, it's impossible.
We spent years of time,

money and research
into perfecting our emergency systems.

Well, perhaps
there's a fracture in the pipes.

A break,
and something's got in that way.

Oh, I doubt it.

Mr Harris,
I don't wish to appear interfering,

but don't you think it'd be a good idea
to turn off the gas?

At least until
you've had a chance to check.

- Chief Robson would never agree to that.
- Why not?

Well, he doesn't believe
in working to the book.

He prides himself

that the flow has never been shut off
ever since he took charge.

He sounds a very silly man.

Hmm, but he appears to be
right about one thing.

You seem to know
quite a lot about our business.

P RICE: Chief?

We've regained contact with Rig D.

Come in, Rig D. Come in, please.

- Rig D, can you hear me, please?
- Yes.

D to HQ. I can hear you.

Carney? What the dickens
is going on out there?

Everything's quite all right,
Mr Robson.

- ROBSON: What?
- We have the situation under control.

Will you speak up, man?
I can't hear a word you're saying.

- Don't worry.
- Are we losing volume?

No, sir. I don't understand it.

Will you speak a little louder,
Mr Carney?

(FAINTLY) Everything is under control.

ROBSON: Carney?

What happened to the emergency crew
we sent you?

- Have they arrived yet?
- Yes. Yes.

(FADING) But they must stay here
for the time being.

- What?
- We've had a slight accident.

- Two men out of action.
- Now listen, Carney.

You get that rig fixed A1 and quick.

But it will take some time.

What? What did you say?

- What's wrong with this thing?
- I don't know, sir.

It must be their end.
He seems to be whispering.

- Everything's under control.
- ROBSON: Carney, speak up, man!

- Everything's under control.
- Carney!

- Everything's under control.
- Carney!

- I think we've lost contact again, sir.
- Well, fix it, man.

Stupid machine.

- P rice is getting too old for his job.
- Mr Robson,

I think we should turn off the gas flow

coming in from the rigs
and make a check.

- You think what, Mr Harris?
- That doctor chap, the stranger.

He said he heard a movement coming
from inside the pipeline on the beach.

Oh, did he now?
Did he say what he thought it was? Mice?

Chief? She's down a further three.
P ressure's just on 1 57.

- One fifty-seven? Are you sure?
- Yes, sir.

That means the gas flow pressure
is down at the rate of 3% every...

- Twenty minutes.
- Doesn't this prove

that something
must be blocking the pipeline?

It proves nothing of the sort.

It's probably a faulty gauge,
that's all. Check it.

Look, at least give us
the benefit of the doubt.

When you want to find out
about pipelines and rigs, Mr Harris,

the thing to do is to go out to sea
and work on them.

Look, I'm merely saying that
if something has got into the tube,

- then we should...
- ROBSON: You let me worry about that.

Mr Robson, please listen.

Look, this ties up
with what I've been trying to tell you.

For three weeks now,

there's been a regular and increasing
build-up and fall in pressure.

Look, I think you should at least
look at my calculations.

The time ratios
of the increases and falls

correspond to form
a definite progressive pattern.

HARRIS: I'll get them.

What are you trying to prove, Harris?

That I don't know myjob?

No, sir, just that I do know mine.

It's your decision whether or not
you take notice of my work,

but I must put it on record
that I have offered the information.

ROBSON: Don't threaten me
with your technicaljargon, boy.

I've eaten upstarts like you
for breakfast.

You think you can baffle me with
your little bits of paper, don't you?

All right, you go ahead and get them,

and I'll show you
where you've gone wrong.

- Did you make a thorough check?
- Yes, I checked it.

- Seems to be working.
- HARRIS: It's gone.

Doesn't seem to be anything
wrong with it.

- It's gone. The file's gone.
- Well, well, well. Has it now?

I'm sure I put it in here this morning.

I must have left the file
in my desk at home.

- I'll go home and get it.
- You won't. You'll stay here.

I'm not doing your job
as well as my own.

What's the matter, sir?

Are you scared
that I might prove you wrong?

No, you go ahead.

But you'd better have something more
than a high-flown theory,

because if you haven't,

I'm going to take you
and chop you up in little pieces

and throw you back
to your crummy little university.

All right?


DOCTOR: I've got it. (GRUNTS)

P ut that down, Victoria.

- Can you see anyone?
- All clear.

DOCTOR: Do you think you can make it?

Of course I can make it. Hold on.

Don't bother, Jamie.
I can do it with this.

P ick a lock with a hairpin?
Don't be daft.





Maggie, where have you been?
I've been trying to contact you.

MAGGIE: I was on my way to the village,
but Robson's clamped down on security.

I'm just coming to find you
to get a pass.

- Yes, there's been a bit of a flap on.
- Well, can I have a pass?

Not at the moment.
Look, could you do something for me?

- Yes, what is it?
- There's a file.

It's probably in the middle drawer
of my desk in the study.

Could you get it and bring it to me
at the control room?

All right, darling. What's the panic?

- I'll explain later. Don't be long.
- All right, darling.


- He's stuck.
- DOCTOR: No, he's not.

- Are you ready, Jamie?
- Yeah.

DOCTOR: Right.



Told you not to bother.

Sorry about that, Jamie.


(SCOFFS) Typical.






VAN LUTYENS: Mr Robson? Mr Robson?

Could I speak with you, please?

Van Lutyens. I thought
you were out at the Control Rig.

I've just come back
on the supply boat.

ROBSON: Something wrong?

I'm not quite sure.
The men out there seem very restless.

Restless? What are you talking about?

You lost contact with Rig D, didn't you?

Yes. It was only a temporary fault.
We regained contact within the hour.

Well, why didn't you tell us that?

Unusual incidents like that
only cause tension on the rigs.

Don't tell me
what happens out on the rigs.

I spent four years
on one of those things without a break.

Then you should know better than anyone

how important it is
to keep up the morale of the crews.

What do you want me to do,
wipe their noses for them?

Mind your own business, Van Lutyens.

Mr Robson.

I think you're forgetting we also have
an interest in Euro Sea Gas.

- We?
- I'm here for the Dutch government,

not for myself.

You're here to offer me
your expert advice,

not to spread alarm amongst my crews.

How dare you say that to me?

I didn't ask you to come here.

It was Megan Jones
and those fools on the board.

I said it wouldn't work,
and it never has.

Only because you are too proud
to accept advice.

Let's get one thing straight, my friend.

When I need your advice,
I'll ask for it.



- I think he's Dutch, Jamie,

and I don't think
he likes the English very much.

- Control.
- Chief Baxter, Control Rig.

- Is Mr Robson there?
- Yes, sir. Mr Robson, sir.

- ROBSON: Yes?
- Chief Baxter, Control Rig, sir.

ROBSON: Right.

Yes, Baxter, what is it?

Has Mr Lutyens arrived there yet, sir?

Yes. Why?

He'll have told you
how the men feel, sir.

Now listen, Baxter. I'm in charge
of this outfit, not Van Lutyens.

You take your orders from me, not him.

- Yes, sir. But there's something else.
- What else?

Something seems to have got
inside the pipeline.

- Inside the pipeline?
- We've all heard it.

- Heard what?
- This sound.

A t first, I thought it was something
to do with the pumps, but it isn't.

It's a peculiar sound.

A regular thumping,
pulsating, like a heartbeat.

- That's the noise I heard on the beach.
- What is it, Doctor?

I don't know,
but we're going to find out.

Come on, Jamie.

- Oh, Victoria, no. Not you.
- Why not?

I think it'd be better if you
stayed back in the bunk room, hmm?

- P lease.
- All right.

- Oh, and, Victoria?
- Yes?


- Control.
- Mrs Harris here, married block 420.

Could I speak to my husband, please?

ROBSON: Have you recalibrated?
MAN: I've just done phase two.

- Better start on phase three.
- HARRIS: Mr Robson.

Yes, Harris. Where are your figures?

Oh, (STAMMERS), well,
I haven't got them, sir.

I sent my wife for them,
but she's not well.

- I wondered if I could go and...
- No, I would not.

You tell her to call a doctor,
not pester you.

But Dr P atterson
is still out at Rig D, sir.

Well, tell her
to get one in from outside.

But you've still got the compound
on full emergency alert, remember?

All right. But make it quick.





What's that thing supposed to do?

DOCTOR: It's an impeller, Jamie.

It pumps gas from the main pipeline
out to the sea. Come on.

- Is this the pipeline, then?
- Yes, yes, they all are.

It's a continuation of the pipe
we found on the beach.

That bit there,
you can see inside the pipe.

DOCTOR: Yes, it's transparent
for checking condensation,

and anything else that might get inside.

Hello? Is anybody there?

Oh, come on.



There it is again, Jamie.
Can you hear it?

Aye, what is it?

Your guess is as good as mine.
There's something inside there.

DOCTOR: Victoria! Come on!


DOCTOR: Victoria?

- Jamie!
- Victoria!

DOCTOR: Victoria?

- Victoria, where are you?
- VICTORIA: Doctor!




JAMIE: Victoria!