Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 5, Episode 30 - Fury from the Deep: Episode 2 - full transcript
Harris asks for the Doctor's help with Maggie with Van Lutyens and the Chief Engineer attempt to find out what is blocking the impeller.
(THEME MUSIC P LAYING)
Jamie.
Doctor.
(YELLS) Hurry!
- Victoria!
- WOMAN: Jamie!
Victoria, where are you? Victoria.
VICTORIA: No!
(SCREAMS)
Must be some gas.
(COUGHS)
Oh, no!
(ALL COUGHING)
- What happened?
- Deep breaths.
- Take deep breaths.
- What's going on here?
Who let you three out of the cabin?
Mr Robson, in here. Gas.
Check it then. Find out what it is.
What was it? A horrible creature.
Creature?
Didn't you see what was in there?
It came straight towards me.
Covered with seaweed and filled
with this horrible hissing sound.
Then I screamed.
- Oh, I don't know.
- DOCTOR: All right, Victoria.
A creature? That girl's hysterical.
- Mr Robson.
- (COUGHS)
They're empty. The seals are broken off.
Why were you in there?
(STUTTERING) I was hiding.
I heard someone coming, so I went in.
This door is always kept locked.
You broke in.
You emptied those cylinders, didn't you?
Oh, no, no. It was open
and someone locked it behind me.
She's telling the truth,
the door was locked from the outside.
Yes, it was locked.
This room wasn't full of oxygen
when we came in here.
Another gas of a toxic composition.
All right, if it was a poison gas,
where did it come from?
Right up there. (COUGHS)
Ventilator's opened.
Good.
Did you open the ventilator?
No, it opened by itself.
Then, whoever locked you in
must have opened it.
How?
From here.
MAN: What is it, love?
I don't know.
I feel so dazed.
And my hand...
MAN: Let me see.
Looks all right.
What happened?
I don't...
- ...remember.
- You said you were stung or something.
Did I?
Oh, I did.
Oh, yes. Yes, it must have been.
I went to get the file you asked for,
put my hand inside...
...and then...
The seaweed.
- (GAS P S)
- All right, my love.
Lie still and rest.
Shall I get you some food?
A glass of milk or something?
Darling, you couldn't even boil an egg.
You shouldn't have married
a scientist then.
- (GAS P S)
- Maggie?
Darling.
Darling!
- Darling.
- Maggie?
(HEART BEATING)
(GAS P ING)
What is it, love? What's the matter?
I don't know.
I just feel...
I'd better get you a doctor.
I'll go back and see if Dr P atterson's
returned yet from rig D.
- Would you be all right?
- I think so.
But if he isn't back, there's this
other doctor, he might be able to help.
I won't be long.
(HEART BEATING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SCREAMS)
- So, what's the panic?
- It's the pump, sir.
The revs have dropped.
The pump is slowing down?
Yes. She's not holding steady even now.
I don't understand it.
Well, don't stand there thinking
about it, man, do a complete check.
Excuse me. May I say something?
When I was in the pipe room
a short while ago,
I'm sure I heard a movement
coming from inside the pipes.
What kind of movement?
Well, the same as I heard on the beach,
a sort of thumping sound.
Well, that's what they
heard out at the rigs.
What you heard
and what everybody else heard
was a mechanical fault
somewhere along the line.
Then why did they
hear it out at the rigs?
Because, my friend,
underneath this impeller shaft
is a vast steel gasometer
buried in the earth.
It acts like an echo chamber.
It'll make the sound of a pin dropping
sound like that of a thunderclap.
It travels along the pipe.
Oh, this wasn't a mechanical sound.
All right, then, suppose there
is something in the pipe,
a fish or something.
What do you expect me to do about it?
Well, turn off the gas flow.
At least until you've had a chance
to investigate.
ROBSON: That's out of the question.
Mr Robson, if there is something
in the pipeline...
We do not turn off the flow
and that is final.
- Mr Robson, sir.
- Yes.
Down another half.
It must be a mechanical fault.
Get a couple of men and check, man.
Check.
If you allow the pressure
to build up in the pipeline,
you'll blow the whole rig sky high.
- Blow us with it.
- All because you're too stubborn
- to turn off the gas.
- All right, what do you think it is?
One of these creatures
the hysterical girl thought she saw?
Well, who knows.
JAMIE: You mean to say
this place supplies all the gas
for the whole of the South of England?
And the whole of Wales.
What are all those lights for?
Well, that's the plan
of the entire Compound
and each of those lights represents
a remote control camera
that I can switch through to this screen
if I want to look
at any particular area.
Like this.
- Oh.
- You see it?
Oh, well, where are all these rigs
people talk about?
Well, they're out at sea, of course.
Uh, but that plan over there,
shows you the relative position
of all the rigs under our command.
What's the big one in the middle?
Well, that's the central
control rig complex.
The sort of, nerve centre
of the whole thing.
The other rigs feed her with gas
and she in turn pumps it to us
via the main pipeline, see?
How awful to have to live out at sea.
And lonely.
P RICE: Oh, I don't know.
Mr Robson once spent four years
on one of the early rigs.
Without ever going ashore.
Yeah, that accounts for quite a lot.
- Jamie.
- ROBSON: Hey, you.
Come in here and give a hand.
Doesn't that man ever call
anyone by their name?
No, it probably means trouble
if he does.
No, he's all right, is Robson.
Oh, certainly knows
all there is to know about rigs, anyway.
HARRIS: P rice?
Has Dr P atterson returned
from rig D yet?
- No, sir.
- Oh. (P ANTS)
Where's your friend, the doctor?
In there.
Doctor?
Doctor, I need your help.
It's my wife, she's very ill.
- Well, I'm not sure that...
- You must come.
He will not go with you.
But this is an emergency, it's my wife.
These people are in my custody
until I decide what to do with them.
- But my wife!
- Don't bring your domestic affairs
into the Refinery, Harris.
That goes for the rest of you.
Mr Robson, my wife is ill.
If anything happens to her, I'll...
All right. One hour.
Thank you. Doctor, please, this way.
(DOOR BELL BUZZING)
(SIGHS)
(DOOR BELL BUZZING)
Mrs Harris?
- Yes.
- We are maintenance controllers, Madam.
I wonder if we might have a few words
with your husband.
Oh, my husband isn't here,
he is at the Compound.
Oh, dear, that does make it
rather difficult.
We've come to carry out an inspection.
- Inspection?
- In the kitchen.
- Your husband didn't tell you?
- No.
Couldn't it wait until another day?
I'm... I'm not feeling very well.
I'm sorry, Madam, it has to be
carried out without delay.
Chief Robson's instructions.
That man never stops
giving instructions, does he?
Oh, I suppose you better come in then.
Thank you.
My name is Mr Oak.
And this is my colleague, Mr Quill.
Yes. Well... please be quick.
I'm really not very well.
Of course, Madam.
Now, don't you worry about us,
Mrs Harris,
you won't even know that we are here.
Will she?
MR OAK: The bag, Mr Quill?
- CHIEF ENGINEER: Mr Van Lutyens?
- What is it?
The feed line from the Control rig.
An excessive pressure build-up
in the pipeline.
She's almost up to capacity.
She'll blow herself wide open.
So, there's a build-up in the pressure
coming in from the rigs
and a drop in the pressure in the flow
going out to the receiving stations.
There must be something interfering
with the impeller itself.
Mr Robson, sir.
Yes.
Message from Control rig, sir.
They say, there's a pressure build-up
in that feed line to us.
- All right, ask them how much, will you?
- Yes, sir.
Almost up to danger level, Mr Robson.
Shall I give the order
to turn off the gas?
You will not, Mr Van Lutyens.
There'll be an explosion any minute.
There will not be an explosion.
There must be
if you don't turn off the gas.
Open release valve section D,
full pressure, will you?
What are you doing, man,
it's too late for that.
You can't possibly release
enough gas in time.
You want a bet, Mr Van Lutyens?
(OBJECT CLATTERING)
What are you doing in here?
Is there something that you want?
(HISSING)
(SCREAMING, CHOKING)
CHIEF ENGINEER: It's down.
The pressure in the pipeline.
It's back to normal.
Dank uw geluk.
I wouldn't have thought you could
possibly have done it in that time.
When you have too much gas in the tube,
you release it.
Didn't they teach you that much
in evening classes
back at the Hague, Mr Van Lutyens?
Contact Chief Baxter at Control rig,
will you.
Tell him the immediate crisis is over.
Oh, and, uh, contact
the other rig chiefs, will you.
The feed out to the receiving stations
is still dropping.
The impeller is still slowing down.
What's the matter with you, Van Lutyens?
You've been trying to teach me myjob
ever since you came here.
I've been drilling for gas
in the North Sea for most of my life.
I don't need people like you or Harris
to teach me how to do it.
Mr Robson, sir.
It's C rig, sir.
We can't raise them. No response at all.
So, the immediate crisis is over, yeah?
Maggie, I brought the Doctor.
- VICTORIA: Oh, no. It's that smell.
- DOCTOR: I smell gas.
There's gas in this house.
HARRIS: Doctor, in here!
Look here! Jamie, the windows.
(ALL COUGHING)
JAMIE: Give me a hand.
Maggie?
I'm sorry, sir, I can't raise them.
Well, are you pleased
with what you have done?
I'm warning you, Van Lutyens.
And I warned you, but you are
too koppig, too stubborn to listen.
Look at the facts, man, the facts.
We lose contact with two rigs.
Have unprecedented, inexplicable
pressure variations
for over three weeks...
So, that's it?
You been talking with Harris, eh?
Yeah, Mr Harris did show me his figures.
Only because you refused
to listen to him.
That's why I went out
to the Control rig.
To see if there was
an explanation out there.
And what did you find? Nothing.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's nothing to find.
- All the same, Mr Harris' figures are...
- Are bunk!
Like the rest of his tuppence ha'penny
tin pot ideas.
Still a schoolkid with his bits of paper
and his graph and his,
his slide ruler.
Do you think I'm going
to take any notice of him?
I know every nut and bolt
on every one of those rigs out there.
All right.
So, your prejudice prevents you
accepting Mr Harris' calculations.
But what about me?
Do you treat my opinion
with as much contempt?
You? You are here to offer me
your expert advice,
but I'm not obliged to take it.
I run this outfit the way I think fit.
Is that understood?
Mr Robson. The impeller.
Quick. Two men.
She's down to 140 revs. Something
must be jamming it at the base.
(MACHINE SLOWS DOWN)
Well, Mr Robson?
Where do we go from here?
Come on, now, you have all the answers,
don't you?
CHIEF ENGINEER: Quiet a minute. Quiet.
VAN LUTYENS: What is it?
(HEART BEATING)
Think I can hear something.
- Is she dead?
- Oh, no, no, no. No.
- What's the matter with her?
- Well, she's in some sort of coma.
P ossibly because of this gas.
It was toxic.
It isn't possible there could
have been a gas leak in the flat.
Besides, natural gas isn't toxic.
Oh, this isn't natural gas.
This is the gas we found when Victoria
was locked in the oxygen room.
- But where could it have come from?
- I don't know.
What was the matter with her?
Before this happened.
Well... she said she'd been
stung by some...
seaweed or something.
Seaweed?
I asked her to get a file from my study
and she found the seaweed inside it.
- Did you put it there?
- Well, no. Of course not.
- Hmm. There's not marks or abrasions?
- No.
- Doctor?
- Hmm.
- What's this?
- What?
DOCTOR: Oh!
It's a seaweed. What's it doing in here?
But it's still wet.
P erhaps it's the same sort
that Maggie was talking about.
- No, don't touch it!
- Why?
Huh. Well, in the first place,
you don't want to get stung
like your wife, do you?
And in the second place,
whoever put it in your file,
- meant you to touch it.
- But that's ridic...
Wait a minute.
I was sure I put that file
in my briefcase this morning,
but it wasn't there
when I went to get it.
I was on my way home
when I met Maggie.
But why, why should anyone want me
to get stung by a piece of seaweed?
Well, I hate this stuff.
So slimy and horrid.
Well, you've seen seaweed
before, haven't you?
There's loads of it down by
the pipeline this morning.
By the pipeline?
Ay, the place was over run with it.
Well, not like that.
It didn't move.
Move?
I want them all checked.
Every remote controlled
release valve on the line.
And check and double check
all those circuits.
Excuse me, Chief.
Could I have a word with you please?
- Yes, of course.
- Uh...
The impeller
is still not functioning yet?
No, it's not.
And that sound we heard,
have you heard it again?
No.
And Mr Robson says it's probably
- just a mechanical fault.
- Do you believe that?
Well, it's really not myjob to...
Oh, come on, man.
You're the Chief Engineer,
the impeller is your responsibility.
It's not myjob to formulate theories,
it's Mr Robson's.
Robson? What's the matter with you all?
Are you frightened of him or something?
No, Mr Van Lutyens.
I just respect his judgement.
Well, I'm sorry, Chief.
Could I have a word with you in private?
- Well, I... (SIGHS)
- It's important.
Check the feed valve.
I've been looking
at the installation plan
and the impeller intake valve
in particular.
And I think I know where
the blockage may be.
All right.
Now, this valve is at the base
of the main shaft
and leads direct into the intake, yeah?
Mm-hmm.
Well, as far as I can see,
there is no point
between that valve and the Control rig
where a blockage could occur
big enough to stop the impeller.
Apart from the under sea
emergency valve.
But you've got
remote control observation
- on those and they are free, yeah?
- Mm.
VAN LUTYENS: So, the impeller intake
must be at fault.
It's possible.
P ossible? Man, it's the only answer.
What we have to do
is to go down and free that valve.
Well, I'll have to check with Mr Robson.
Robson. Robson!
What's the matter with you?
Are you children? Can't you do anything
on your own initiative?
Look, I can't send men down there
without his approval.
Can you also not blow your nose
without approval?
Now, listen to me, Mr Van Lutyens.
I've worked for Mr Robson a long time.
We were out there on those rigs together
in the early days.
You may think he's wrong
to run this place the way he does,
but I trust him.
And I take orders from him
purely because I trust his judgement.
No other reason.
All right, I'm sorry, Chief,
I shouldn't have said that.
You forgive me, yeah?
Now, what I would like you to do,
is go to Mr Robson and say,
we think we know where the blockage is
and get official permission
to inspect the base of the shaft.
Just a minute. That's your theory,
that's not mine.
That's the only possibility.
Anyway, that sound you heard,
it must have come
from the base of the shaft.
If the main valve were open, it could be
an echo from any one of those rigs.
"If it is open",
but you do not know that it is open.
And you will not know
till you go down and check.
Well, I suppose I could put it to him.
(HEART BEATING)
You're not gonna tell me that,
that is a mechanical fault.
- I'll go and see him.
- He's in his cabin.
Chief? What's the matter?
Mr Robson, that noise in the impeller,
it started again.
I think we should go down
and check the main valve, sir.
Oh, you do, do you?
Well, that's where we think
the blockage is.
"We"?
- Oh, Mr Van...
- Mr Van Lutyens.
Yes, I thought he'd get his nose in.
Come on.
You lot, get back to work.
Mr Van Lutyens, I want to talk to you.
Mr Robson.
There is something alive
in the pipeline.
You're out of your mind,
there's nothing down there.
I promise you, sir,
I did hear something.
You've been unnerving my crew.
Now, you get out.
- Listen.
- That's it.
- Did you hear what I said?
- Do not speak! Now, listen, will you?
(THUDDING)
It's down there.
In the darkness.
In the pipeline.
Waiting.
(THEME MUSIC P LAYING)
Jamie.
Doctor.
(YELLS) Hurry!
- Victoria!
- WOMAN: Jamie!
Victoria, where are you? Victoria.
VICTORIA: No!
(SCREAMS)
Must be some gas.
(COUGHS)
Oh, no!
(ALL COUGHING)
- What happened?
- Deep breaths.
- Take deep breaths.
- What's going on here?
Who let you three out of the cabin?
Mr Robson, in here. Gas.
Check it then. Find out what it is.
What was it? A horrible creature.
Creature?
Didn't you see what was in there?
It came straight towards me.
Covered with seaweed and filled
with this horrible hissing sound.
Then I screamed.
- Oh, I don't know.
- DOCTOR: All right, Victoria.
A creature? That girl's hysterical.
- Mr Robson.
- (COUGHS)
They're empty. The seals are broken off.
Why were you in there?
(STUTTERING) I was hiding.
I heard someone coming, so I went in.
This door is always kept locked.
You broke in.
You emptied those cylinders, didn't you?
Oh, no, no. It was open
and someone locked it behind me.
She's telling the truth,
the door was locked from the outside.
Yes, it was locked.
This room wasn't full of oxygen
when we came in here.
Another gas of a toxic composition.
All right, if it was a poison gas,
where did it come from?
Right up there. (COUGHS)
Ventilator's opened.
Good.
Did you open the ventilator?
No, it opened by itself.
Then, whoever locked you in
must have opened it.
How?
From here.
MAN: What is it, love?
I don't know.
I feel so dazed.
And my hand...
MAN: Let me see.
Looks all right.
What happened?
I don't...
- ...remember.
- You said you were stung or something.
Did I?
Oh, I did.
Oh, yes. Yes, it must have been.
I went to get the file you asked for,
put my hand inside...
...and then...
The seaweed.
- (GAS P S)
- All right, my love.
Lie still and rest.
Shall I get you some food?
A glass of milk or something?
Darling, you couldn't even boil an egg.
You shouldn't have married
a scientist then.
- (GAS P S)
- Maggie?
Darling.
Darling!
- Darling.
- Maggie?
(HEART BEATING)
(GAS P ING)
What is it, love? What's the matter?
I don't know.
I just feel...
I'd better get you a doctor.
I'll go back and see if Dr P atterson's
returned yet from rig D.
- Would you be all right?
- I think so.
But if he isn't back, there's this
other doctor, he might be able to help.
I won't be long.
(HEART BEATING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SCREAMS)
- So, what's the panic?
- It's the pump, sir.
The revs have dropped.
The pump is slowing down?
Yes. She's not holding steady even now.
I don't understand it.
Well, don't stand there thinking
about it, man, do a complete check.
Excuse me. May I say something?
When I was in the pipe room
a short while ago,
I'm sure I heard a movement
coming from inside the pipes.
What kind of movement?
Well, the same as I heard on the beach,
a sort of thumping sound.
Well, that's what they
heard out at the rigs.
What you heard
and what everybody else heard
was a mechanical fault
somewhere along the line.
Then why did they
hear it out at the rigs?
Because, my friend,
underneath this impeller shaft
is a vast steel gasometer
buried in the earth.
It acts like an echo chamber.
It'll make the sound of a pin dropping
sound like that of a thunderclap.
It travels along the pipe.
Oh, this wasn't a mechanical sound.
All right, then, suppose there
is something in the pipe,
a fish or something.
What do you expect me to do about it?
Well, turn off the gas flow.
At least until you've had a chance
to investigate.
ROBSON: That's out of the question.
Mr Robson, if there is something
in the pipeline...
We do not turn off the flow
and that is final.
- Mr Robson, sir.
- Yes.
Down another half.
It must be a mechanical fault.
Get a couple of men and check, man.
Check.
If you allow the pressure
to build up in the pipeline,
you'll blow the whole rig sky high.
- Blow us with it.
- All because you're too stubborn
- to turn off the gas.
- All right, what do you think it is?
One of these creatures
the hysterical girl thought she saw?
Well, who knows.
JAMIE: You mean to say
this place supplies all the gas
for the whole of the South of England?
And the whole of Wales.
What are all those lights for?
Well, that's the plan
of the entire Compound
and each of those lights represents
a remote control camera
that I can switch through to this screen
if I want to look
at any particular area.
Like this.
- Oh.
- You see it?
Oh, well, where are all these rigs
people talk about?
Well, they're out at sea, of course.
Uh, but that plan over there,
shows you the relative position
of all the rigs under our command.
What's the big one in the middle?
Well, that's the central
control rig complex.
The sort of, nerve centre
of the whole thing.
The other rigs feed her with gas
and she in turn pumps it to us
via the main pipeline, see?
How awful to have to live out at sea.
And lonely.
P RICE: Oh, I don't know.
Mr Robson once spent four years
on one of the early rigs.
Without ever going ashore.
Yeah, that accounts for quite a lot.
- Jamie.
- ROBSON: Hey, you.
Come in here and give a hand.
Doesn't that man ever call
anyone by their name?
No, it probably means trouble
if he does.
No, he's all right, is Robson.
Oh, certainly knows
all there is to know about rigs, anyway.
HARRIS: P rice?
Has Dr P atterson returned
from rig D yet?
- No, sir.
- Oh. (P ANTS)
Where's your friend, the doctor?
In there.
Doctor?
Doctor, I need your help.
It's my wife, she's very ill.
- Well, I'm not sure that...
- You must come.
He will not go with you.
But this is an emergency, it's my wife.
These people are in my custody
until I decide what to do with them.
- But my wife!
- Don't bring your domestic affairs
into the Refinery, Harris.
That goes for the rest of you.
Mr Robson, my wife is ill.
If anything happens to her, I'll...
All right. One hour.
Thank you. Doctor, please, this way.
(DOOR BELL BUZZING)
(SIGHS)
(DOOR BELL BUZZING)
Mrs Harris?
- Yes.
- We are maintenance controllers, Madam.
I wonder if we might have a few words
with your husband.
Oh, my husband isn't here,
he is at the Compound.
Oh, dear, that does make it
rather difficult.
We've come to carry out an inspection.
- Inspection?
- In the kitchen.
- Your husband didn't tell you?
- No.
Couldn't it wait until another day?
I'm... I'm not feeling very well.
I'm sorry, Madam, it has to be
carried out without delay.
Chief Robson's instructions.
That man never stops
giving instructions, does he?
Oh, I suppose you better come in then.
Thank you.
My name is Mr Oak.
And this is my colleague, Mr Quill.
Yes. Well... please be quick.
I'm really not very well.
Of course, Madam.
Now, don't you worry about us,
Mrs Harris,
you won't even know that we are here.
Will she?
MR OAK: The bag, Mr Quill?
- CHIEF ENGINEER: Mr Van Lutyens?
- What is it?
The feed line from the Control rig.
An excessive pressure build-up
in the pipeline.
She's almost up to capacity.
She'll blow herself wide open.
So, there's a build-up in the pressure
coming in from the rigs
and a drop in the pressure in the flow
going out to the receiving stations.
There must be something interfering
with the impeller itself.
Mr Robson, sir.
Yes.
Message from Control rig, sir.
They say, there's a pressure build-up
in that feed line to us.
- All right, ask them how much, will you?
- Yes, sir.
Almost up to danger level, Mr Robson.
Shall I give the order
to turn off the gas?
You will not, Mr Van Lutyens.
There'll be an explosion any minute.
There will not be an explosion.
There must be
if you don't turn off the gas.
Open release valve section D,
full pressure, will you?
What are you doing, man,
it's too late for that.
You can't possibly release
enough gas in time.
You want a bet, Mr Van Lutyens?
(OBJECT CLATTERING)
What are you doing in here?
Is there something that you want?
(HISSING)
(SCREAMING, CHOKING)
CHIEF ENGINEER: It's down.
The pressure in the pipeline.
It's back to normal.
Dank uw geluk.
I wouldn't have thought you could
possibly have done it in that time.
When you have too much gas in the tube,
you release it.
Didn't they teach you that much
in evening classes
back at the Hague, Mr Van Lutyens?
Contact Chief Baxter at Control rig,
will you.
Tell him the immediate crisis is over.
Oh, and, uh, contact
the other rig chiefs, will you.
The feed out to the receiving stations
is still dropping.
The impeller is still slowing down.
What's the matter with you, Van Lutyens?
You've been trying to teach me myjob
ever since you came here.
I've been drilling for gas
in the North Sea for most of my life.
I don't need people like you or Harris
to teach me how to do it.
Mr Robson, sir.
It's C rig, sir.
We can't raise them. No response at all.
So, the immediate crisis is over, yeah?
Maggie, I brought the Doctor.
- VICTORIA: Oh, no. It's that smell.
- DOCTOR: I smell gas.
There's gas in this house.
HARRIS: Doctor, in here!
Look here! Jamie, the windows.
(ALL COUGHING)
JAMIE: Give me a hand.
Maggie?
I'm sorry, sir, I can't raise them.
Well, are you pleased
with what you have done?
I'm warning you, Van Lutyens.
And I warned you, but you are
too koppig, too stubborn to listen.
Look at the facts, man, the facts.
We lose contact with two rigs.
Have unprecedented, inexplicable
pressure variations
for over three weeks...
So, that's it?
You been talking with Harris, eh?
Yeah, Mr Harris did show me his figures.
Only because you refused
to listen to him.
That's why I went out
to the Control rig.
To see if there was
an explanation out there.
And what did you find? Nothing.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's nothing to find.
- All the same, Mr Harris' figures are...
- Are bunk!
Like the rest of his tuppence ha'penny
tin pot ideas.
Still a schoolkid with his bits of paper
and his graph and his,
his slide ruler.
Do you think I'm going
to take any notice of him?
I know every nut and bolt
on every one of those rigs out there.
All right.
So, your prejudice prevents you
accepting Mr Harris' calculations.
But what about me?
Do you treat my opinion
with as much contempt?
You? You are here to offer me
your expert advice,
but I'm not obliged to take it.
I run this outfit the way I think fit.
Is that understood?
Mr Robson. The impeller.
Quick. Two men.
She's down to 140 revs. Something
must be jamming it at the base.
(MACHINE SLOWS DOWN)
Well, Mr Robson?
Where do we go from here?
Come on, now, you have all the answers,
don't you?
CHIEF ENGINEER: Quiet a minute. Quiet.
VAN LUTYENS: What is it?
(HEART BEATING)
Think I can hear something.
- Is she dead?
- Oh, no, no, no. No.
- What's the matter with her?
- Well, she's in some sort of coma.
P ossibly because of this gas.
It was toxic.
It isn't possible there could
have been a gas leak in the flat.
Besides, natural gas isn't toxic.
Oh, this isn't natural gas.
This is the gas we found when Victoria
was locked in the oxygen room.
- But where could it have come from?
- I don't know.
What was the matter with her?
Before this happened.
Well... she said she'd been
stung by some...
seaweed or something.
Seaweed?
I asked her to get a file from my study
and she found the seaweed inside it.
- Did you put it there?
- Well, no. Of course not.
- Hmm. There's not marks or abrasions?
- No.
- Doctor?
- Hmm.
- What's this?
- What?
DOCTOR: Oh!
It's a seaweed. What's it doing in here?
But it's still wet.
P erhaps it's the same sort
that Maggie was talking about.
- No, don't touch it!
- Why?
Huh. Well, in the first place,
you don't want to get stung
like your wife, do you?
And in the second place,
whoever put it in your file,
- meant you to touch it.
- But that's ridic...
Wait a minute.
I was sure I put that file
in my briefcase this morning,
but it wasn't there
when I went to get it.
I was on my way home
when I met Maggie.
But why, why should anyone want me
to get stung by a piece of seaweed?
Well, I hate this stuff.
So slimy and horrid.
Well, you've seen seaweed
before, haven't you?
There's loads of it down by
the pipeline this morning.
By the pipeline?
Ay, the place was over run with it.
Well, not like that.
It didn't move.
Move?
I want them all checked.
Every remote controlled
release valve on the line.
And check and double check
all those circuits.
Excuse me, Chief.
Could I have a word with you please?
- Yes, of course.
- Uh...
The impeller
is still not functioning yet?
No, it's not.
And that sound we heard,
have you heard it again?
No.
And Mr Robson says it's probably
- just a mechanical fault.
- Do you believe that?
Well, it's really not myjob to...
Oh, come on, man.
You're the Chief Engineer,
the impeller is your responsibility.
It's not myjob to formulate theories,
it's Mr Robson's.
Robson? What's the matter with you all?
Are you frightened of him or something?
No, Mr Van Lutyens.
I just respect his judgement.
Well, I'm sorry, Chief.
Could I have a word with you in private?
- Well, I... (SIGHS)
- It's important.
Check the feed valve.
I've been looking
at the installation plan
and the impeller intake valve
in particular.
And I think I know where
the blockage may be.
All right.
Now, this valve is at the base
of the main shaft
and leads direct into the intake, yeah?
Mm-hmm.
Well, as far as I can see,
there is no point
between that valve and the Control rig
where a blockage could occur
big enough to stop the impeller.
Apart from the under sea
emergency valve.
But you've got
remote control observation
- on those and they are free, yeah?
- Mm.
VAN LUTYENS: So, the impeller intake
must be at fault.
It's possible.
P ossible? Man, it's the only answer.
What we have to do
is to go down and free that valve.
Well, I'll have to check with Mr Robson.
Robson. Robson!
What's the matter with you?
Are you children? Can't you do anything
on your own initiative?
Look, I can't send men down there
without his approval.
Can you also not blow your nose
without approval?
Now, listen to me, Mr Van Lutyens.
I've worked for Mr Robson a long time.
We were out there on those rigs together
in the early days.
You may think he's wrong
to run this place the way he does,
but I trust him.
And I take orders from him
purely because I trust his judgement.
No other reason.
All right, I'm sorry, Chief,
I shouldn't have said that.
You forgive me, yeah?
Now, what I would like you to do,
is go to Mr Robson and say,
we think we know where the blockage is
and get official permission
to inspect the base of the shaft.
Just a minute. That's your theory,
that's not mine.
That's the only possibility.
Anyway, that sound you heard,
it must have come
from the base of the shaft.
If the main valve were open, it could be
an echo from any one of those rigs.
"If it is open",
but you do not know that it is open.
And you will not know
till you go down and check.
Well, I suppose I could put it to him.
(HEART BEATING)
You're not gonna tell me that,
that is a mechanical fault.
- I'll go and see him.
- He's in his cabin.
Chief? What's the matter?
Mr Robson, that noise in the impeller,
it started again.
I think we should go down
and check the main valve, sir.
Oh, you do, do you?
Well, that's where we think
the blockage is.
"We"?
- Oh, Mr Van...
- Mr Van Lutyens.
Yes, I thought he'd get his nose in.
Come on.
You lot, get back to work.
Mr Van Lutyens, I want to talk to you.
Mr Robson.
There is something alive
in the pipeline.
You're out of your mind,
there's nothing down there.
I promise you, sir,
I did hear something.
You've been unnerving my crew.
Now, you get out.
- Listen.
- That's it.
- Did you hear what I said?
- Do not speak! Now, listen, will you?
(THUDDING)
It's down there.
In the darkness.
In the pipeline.
Waiting.
(THEME MUSIC P LAYING)