Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 5, Episode 31 - Fury from the Deep: Episode 3 - full transcript

(THEME MUSIC P LAYING)

- (RHYTHMIC THUM P ING)
- (FOOTSTE P S A P P ROACHING)

- What is it, Chief?
- That noise in the impeller, sir,

started again.

I think we should go down
and check the main valve.

Oh, you do, do you?

That's where
we think the blockage is.

"We"?

- Mr Van...
- Van Lutyens?

I thought he'd get his face in. Come on.

You lot, get back to work!



I want a word with you, Van Lutyens.

Mr Robson, there's 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 upsetting my crews.
Now, get out!

- VAN LUTYENS: Listen.
- Well, that's it.

- Did you hear what I said?
- Rustic, listen, will you?

(RHYTHMIC THUM P ING)

- It's down there...
- (THUM P ING CONTINUES)

- ...in the darkness...
- (THUM P ING CONTINUES)

- ...waiting.
- (THUM P ING CONTINUES)

DOCTOR: No, Jamie, don't touch it.

But it's only a bit of seaweed.

Yes.



Unless it really did move,
like Victoria said.

Oh, how can it move?
It's not a living thing, is it?

Everything in the sea is living, Jamie.

Well, it did move.

It gave me a shock.
It was like a spider.

Yes. Well, we're not taking any chances.

Hold that for me, will you?

- What's this for?
- Going to take

a closer look at this weed.

Now bring the bag down here,

right onto the floor.

That's it. Now, don't let it touch
your fingers.

Careful.

Slowly does it.

Mind your fingers.

There. (SIGHS)

- What are you going to do with it?
- DOCTOR: We're going to see

if an ordinary piece of seaweed
really can move.

Doctor, my wife. Will she be all right?

Oh, yes, I think so. Yes.

I don't think there's any panic,

but I'd get her under
medical supervision if I were you.

Yes, I'll go back to the medicare centre
at the Compound

and arrange for her
to be taken in there.

Yes, you do that. Hmm.

- P oor man.
- Aye.

Hey!

I thought we were
supposed to be prisoners.

Yes, hmm, so did I.
We better make the most of it, hmm?

Got a lot of work to do
back at the TARDIS.

She seems to be sleeping peacefully.

Come on.

(RHYTHMIC THUM P ING)

- What is it? That sound?
- (THUM P ING CONTINUES)

- It's uncanny. It's... like a heartbeat.
- (THUM P ING STO P S)

Stopped again.

- This is surely proof enough.
- " P roof"?

There's something down there
blocking the impeller.

Rubbish. Hysterical nonsense.

You heard it, that dreadful sound.

I heard a fault
in the base of the impeller.

But the impeller isn't working.

Don't you believe anything
until you see it?

I want that pump operational
in half an hour.

Now get to it!

(SCOFFS)

(TARDIS WHOOSHING)

(SIGHS)

(GAS HISSING)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (GAS HISSING)

What are you doing, Doctor?

You see, Jamie, these two cylinders
contain a small amount of natural gas.

It should be quite interesting to see
what sort of effect it...

it has on the weed.

(LIQUID SLOSHING)

How are you doing, Victoria?

I don't know.

- I think you ought to have a look.
- Mmm-hmm.

Oh, yes. Well, that's got
the natural iron content.

Well, I did the Bunsen test
like you told me.

- Mmm-hmm.
- But I found something which worries me.

Oh, yes. I'm not surprised.

- Is this hot?
- No, no.

You see this, er,

- you see this rusty stuff here?
- Yes.

Well, it means that
the weed is giving out a gas,

probably toxic.

- Toxic?
- Hmm.

Hey, hey, Doctor. What are these
little wriggly things in the weed?

Now, just a minute, Jamie.

I'm looking at...

"Little wriggly things"? Where?

Here, look. Look in there.

Jamie...

This is it! There's molecular movement!

Come and see, Victoria.

- There. Why, that's amazing!
- (VICTORIA EXCLAIMS)

- What does it mean?
- (DOCTOR CHUCKLES)

It means, Jamie, that the weed
is just as much alive as you and me.

Mr Harris, I've been
trying to get hold of you.

- Mr Robson won't listen to reason.
- I'm sorry, Van Lutyens,

I've got something more important
on my mind at the moment.

Important? What is important?

My wife is ill! Get out of my way, man.

- P rice.
- Yes, sir?

Is Dr P atterson back?

No, we've heard nothing from D Rig, sir.

Right. Get on to the matron
at the medicare unit

and tell her to send a couple of
orderlies over to my quarters

with a stretcher to bring my wife in.
She's ill. You know the extension.

- What's the panic now, Harris?
- Go on, get on with it...

Harris, I asked you a question!

My wife is ill,
she needs medical attention.

What's the matter with her,
she got a hangover?

She's very ill, Mr Robson.

Who says so, that Doctor fellow?

Incidentally, where is he?

- And the two kids?
- Oh, I...

Well, I left them in my quarters
when I found my wife was ill.

You what?

Those three prisoners were
in your charge, and you left them there?

I was worried about my wife,
I didn't have time to think about...

That's your trouble. You never do think,
do you, Harris, when you should!

Those three prisoners
were in your charge!

I don't care. Don't you understand?

My wife was lying on the floor
when I got there.

She was unconscious
and that smell of toxic gas was there.

- She's been poisoned, Robson, poisoned!
- Now this toxic gas,

- where does it come from?
- Oh, I don't know.

And none of us will know
now you've let them loose.

How could they possibly
have anything to do with it?

It still doesn't alter the fact

you let those prisoners go
without my authority.

P risoners? A harmless old man
and a couple of...teenagers?

That harmless old man
is probably a saboteur.

It's probably him that's been tampering
with that release valve on the shoreline

creating all those variations
in pressure you got so excited about!

Oh, don't be so ridiculous, Robson!
You're clutching at straws,

stupidly blind to the real facts!

Don't shout at me, boy!

CHIEF ENGINEER: Mr Robson, sir!

- Mr Robson!
- (IM P ELLER WHIRRING)

The impeller, it's moving again!

(IM P ELLER WHIRRING)

Good man. I told you it was only
a mechanical fault, didn't I?

Just started quite suddenly.

- Keep it going, man.
- (WHIRRING DECREASING)

- I don't know if we can...hold it.
- (WHIRRING DECREASING)

- Don't lose it now.
- (IM P ELLER STO P S AGAIN)

You fools! You stupid fools!

Well, the fault's not this end,
it must be jammed at the base.

You wanted this, didn't you?
It's just what you wanted!

You should have listened to me, Robson.

What? Turned off the flow?
Ruined a reputation of 30 years?

"Reputation"?

Don't you realise that what is going on
here is beyond your comprehension?

That whatever it is
that's in the pipeline,

that's jamming the impeller,
has taken over the rigs,

is a menace and threat to us all?

The only menace and threat around here
is you, Van Lutyens.

And you, Harris, listen...

(SHOUTING) What are you staring at?

I want that impeller working
in half an hour.

I'll be in my quarters.

Let me know as soon as
the impeller starts moving again.

Dwaas.

- He's cracking up, Harris.
- Look, I've got to get back to my wife.

Harris, you can't go now,
he's losing control.

- My wife's been poisoned...
- She's in good hands, ya?

She'll be brought into
the medicare unit. What can you do?

- But I ought to go and see her.
- Or hang about and worry, that's all.

Robson is cracking up.

You are the only man
with authority to take over.

We need you here.

(SIGHS)

- Chief.
- Sir?

Mr Robson, you know him better than
any of us. How do you...

Do you think he's all right?

Well, he's under a lot of pressure.
I think his nerves are a bit...

Ya, pressure! Strain!
He's cracking up, I tell you.

Well, you're not helping him, you know?

That's not myjob. I am here to give
technical advice, which he ignores.

All right, he knows a lot
about engineering, but not all.

And what he does not know

is the state of mind
of those men out there on the rigs.

He ought to know. He was out
in those rigs himself long enough.

Oh, ya, ya. He has plenty of
professional experience

of normal conditions.

But these are not normal conditions.

There is something very strange
going on here,

but he refuses to accept the new factor.

So what... What do you think
he should do?

I know what I would do.

Close the Compound, evacuate the rigs.

He'd never do it.

We have lost contact with two rigs.

We have a major blockage
in the main pipeline.

The impeller is jammed and we still
don't know what is causing the trouble.

But we regained contact
with Baxter on Rig D

and he said
everything was under control.

Ya, and we've not heard from him since.

And what about rig C?

Oh, that could be
a telecommunications fault somewhere.

Ya, it could be,
but we have to check that it is.

And we have to check the valve
at the base of the impeller.

But what does Robson do?

Nothing! Nothing!

Well, I suppose he might listen to us
if we all put it to him.

What do you think, Chief?

You're absolutely right of course.

We must check.

That's it, Doctor.

That's the creature I saw
back at the compound.

Yes. Yes, I was afraid it would be.

But how did it get in this book?

Well, I told you, Victoria, this is
a book of legends and superstitions.

This particular drawing is supplied by
ancient mariners in the

North Sea in the middle
of the 18th century, Jamie.

JAMIE: That's my time.

You mean to say this is the creature
Victoria saw back at the Compound?

Yes, I think there's no doubt about it.

What about these great clumps of weed?

Well, there's obviously
some connection between the weed

and the creatures themselves.

- (STARTS TO SNEEZE)
- VICTORIA: Oh, no!

- DOCTOR: Gas!
- (SNEEZES)

Jamie! Jamie, help me get the lid on!

- Oh, no.
- Quickly! (COUGHS)

(ALL COUGHING)

(SCREAMS)

- (GAS P ING)
- (MEN COUGHING)

Oh. Oh.

I was right.

The weed formations are feeding off
the natural gas beneath the North Sea

and giving off toxic gas!

Come on,

we must get back to Harris',
Harris' quarter. Come along.

Just a minute.

That weed went back in its tank
real suddenly, didn't it? I wonder why.

- Come on.
- (VICTORIA GROANS)

No, I will not listen.

It's you, Van Lutyens, isn't it?
Isn't it?

You've been undermining my authority
ever since you came here.

You and Harris!

You've been stirring up trouble
just to get at me, haven't you?

You even got the Chief on your side now!

One of my oldest and trusted friends.

- Mr Robson...
- At least I thought I could trust you!

Mr Robson, all we you want to do is...

I know what you want!
I know what you all want!

You're gonna get at me
just so I'll give up!

I'm not gonna give you that pleasure!

Why don't you go and join him!
Go and join Van Lutyens!

Go and join him!

What are you standing around for?

What are you staring at?

I'm in charge!

I'm in charge here!

- Mr Robson, where are you...
- I'm in charge of this compound, Harris!

It's my responsibility! Mine!

My responsibility!

You still think he's capable
of running this place?

You do what you like.

I'm going to get in touch
with my people in The Hague.

What can they do?

Don't know, they might push your people
in London to some sort of action.

Give me direct line
to Van der P ost, Hague Central.

Sir.

Who's there?

Go away.

I'm not to be disturbed.

(CLICKS)

(WHIRRING)

(RHYTHMIC THUM P ING)

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

(ROBSON SCREAMS)

- Mr Robson.
- (ROBSON SCREAMING)

- (ROBSON SCREAMING)
- What is it?

My face... No! (SCREAMING)

Mr Robson, wait! I need your permission

to send two men
down the impeller shaft for...

Well, thank you, Victoria.

Yes. Nobody here. It's better that way.

You speak for yourself. I'd rather...

- Oh, no!
- (JAMIE SNEEZES)

Where's it coming from?

Jamie, try the kitchen.

(DOCTOR CRIES OUT)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS) Doctor!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

What's it doing?

We've apparently frightened it away.

Mrs Harris.

Mrs Harris? Ah. Oh, yes, of course.

Mr Harris had her taken over
to the medical centre.

At least, I hope he did.

- JAMIE: Doctor! Quick, help me!
- That'sJamie.

- Jamie! Jamie!
- JAMIE: Doctor, I'm in here!

I can't hold on much longer.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

- VICTORIA: Now what?
- To the terrace!

JAMIE: The kitchen's...

Jamie! Jamie!

JAMIE: Doctor, hurry!

Jamie, I...

- Victoria, come on, follow me.
- What are we going to do?

JAMIE: Quick, Doctor. Hurry!

Hurry, Doctor!

(RHYTHMIC THUM P ING)

DOCTOR: Give me a hand.

Just give us a hand!

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

P ass him down, Victoria.

(VICTORIA YEL P S)

MR HARRIS: Yes, it's in here! Look.

But...

Well, it was in here. I saw it.

- You did?
- Yes, it was moving, something alive.

MR HARRIS: You don't believe me.

VAN LUTYENS: Oh, yes,
I believe you, Mr Harris.

It must have come out of
the ventilator grill

like it did in the oxygen store.

You mean when that girl
Victoria was locked in?

Ya. When having achieved its purpose,
back down the shaft.

P urpose? What purpose?

Who knows? We know so little about it,

- and no one tries to find out.
- No.

Least of all Robson.

MR HARRIS: Yes, he rushed out of here
as though he were...

He was out of his mind.

We better alert security.

- He may do himself some harm.
- Yes, you're right.

At least the stuff
won't get out of here.

Oh, really, Mr. Harris, there must be
hundreds of grills in this compound.

And once the foam
has gone into the shaft

- it could emerge from any one of them.
- I suppose you're right.

Then we must insist that all
emergency ventilators are kept shut.

Mr Harris, you know
what you must do now.

"Do"?

Assert yourself. Take over the Compound.

(SIGHS)

- P rice.
- Yes, sir?

I want you to alert the security posts.

Mr Robson may be ill,
I'd like to know his whereabouts.

And order all areas to keep
their emergency air vents closed,

- understand? Good.
- Yes, sir.

You're taking over, then?

Robson is still officially in charge.

VAN LUTYENS: I've already informed
my authorities at the Hague.

You must do the same
with your director in London.

Yes.

- P rice?
- Yes, sir?

Get me the board headquarters.
I want to speak to Megan Jones.

(WINCING)

Are you all right, Jamie?

- Oh, I've come over dizzy.
- Well, you just rest a while.

- Aye, just get my breath back.
- Yes.

- Doctor?
- Hmm?

Why is it that we
always land up in trouble? (SIGHS)

Oh, Victoria.

It's the spice of life, my dear.

Oh, well, I'm not too sure.

I don't really like being
scared out of my wits every second.

Is something wrong?

Well, I just wish that once... (EXHALES)

Oh, never mind.

- You all right, Jamie?
- Aye.

Come on, then.

What's the matter with Victoria, though?

Thank you, MissJones.
We'll see you then in three hours' time.

Goodbye.

In three hours, the whole compound
will be crawling with board officials.

Let's hope the situation
doesn't get any worse.

I only hope Megan Jones
understands why I've taken over.

It was she who insisted that Robson

should know this particular complex
in the early days.

You did right. I will stand by you.
You couldn't let Robson go on.

You had the men on the rigs to think of.

They are now her responsibility.

If only we knew what we were up against.

These creatures that have been
getting into the refinery.

Where do they come from?
We don't even know what they are.

DOCTOR: That's where you're wrong,
Mr Harris.

We do know what they are.
At least, I think we do.

- Seaweed.
- MR HARRIS: Seaweed?

Yes.

Not the sort that you'd
normally find on the beach.

This seaweed happens to be
dangerously alive.

- Alive? But...
- I think you'd better listen to me.

I think you'd, er,
you'd all better listen to me.

Large formations of seaweed

have been coming up
on the beaches along this coast.

Seaweed that shows clear indications
of having life like human beings.

Is this seaweed that's
blocking the pipeline, then?

Yes, I think there's no doubt about it.

- We must clear the base of the impeller.
- No, wait.

The seaweed is capable
of protecting itself.

It gives off a toxic gas.

It's also a parasite. It attaches itself
to the other living things.

You mean human beings?
But what happens to them?

I'm afraid I don't know.

But my wife was stung by the seaweed.

Ah, yes, but she survived, didn't she?
How is she?

I asked the medicare centre
to bring her in. P rice.

Get medicare for me
and ask how my wife is now.

Doctor, I've just seen

one of these creature things
that your young friends saw

- in the oxygen room.
- Oh. Where?

In Mr Robson's cabin.
It might have attacked him.

He was in a wild state when I went in
and just ran out.

He hasn't been seen since.

DOCTOR: Oh, dear.

- Mr Harris, sir.
- Yes?

The matron says she's sorry
she hasn't brought your wife in yet,

- but she's sending someone over now.
- All right.

What!

What is it, Doctor?

What? Well, we've just come from
your quarters, your wife wasn't there!

- The place was covered with seaweed.
- Is this right?

Yeah. Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Then where is she?

Where is she? I must go and find her!

Well, where do you think she is?

Do you think it has anything to do
with this...seaweed stuff?

I... I don't know, I...

I simply don 't know.

There is little time.

You know what you must do.

ROBSON: Yes.

You will obey?

(THEME MUSIC P LAYING)