Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 5, Episode 34 - Fury from the Deep: Episode 6 - full transcript
The Doctor and Jamie rescue Victoria from Robson and realise they can destroy the Weed Creature with sound waves.
(THEME MUSIC P LAYING)
(WHOOSHING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
It's Robson!
Come in, Doctor.
We've been waiting for you.
What do you want with me?
You are going to help our new masters.
They need you.
- Need me?
- VICTORIA: Jamie! Doctor!
ROBSON: You are going to help
with the conquest of human planet.
- VICTORIA: Jamie!
- JAMIE: Where are you?
- It's me, Robson.
- WOMAN: Down here.
Don't you realise
what they've done to you?
They're trying
to control your mind, man!
The mind does not exist.
It's tired. It's dead.
It is obsolete.
Only our new masters can offer us life.
Matter will never conquer mind,
it's against the law of nature.
The human body does not exist.
Soon we shall all be one.
(BLOWING GAS)
(DOCTOR WHO COUGHING)
Jamie, hurry!
Hurry, Jamie!
You cannot escape. You must join us.
You must join us. You willjoin us.
(SCREAMING)
Scream again, Victoria.
- (SCREAMING)
- No! No! No! No, stop. Stop!
- (SCREAMING) Doctor!
- Stop!
No, no, no...
Come on. It's time we got out of here.
- What about the door?
- Yes, should we lock him in?
No, no. I think it's all right now.
The helicopter's waiting. Come along.
Mind the stairs, they're slippery.
Where's the helicopter, then?
I can't see anything
except this awful foam.
Don't worry, Victoria,
it won't hurt you.
- There it is!
- ALL: Hey! Hey!
- Oh, can't he see us?
- P robably not.
He's probablyjust too scared.
Oh, Jamie, help me
get this hatchway covered.
(GRUNTS)
We can't hang around here.
The helicopter will never see us.
But we'll never
get off the rig without it.
There's Robson's helicopter in there.
But it hasn't got a driver.
I've been dying to get my hands
on one of those things.
Come on. Come on.
(WHIRRING)
Oh, the foam, Doctor! I can't see!
Don't worry, Victoria.
We'll soon be out of it.
- Oh! Oh...
- Oh!
I hope you know what you're doing.
Well, we're...
We're airborne, aren't we, Jamie?
Anyway, Astrid Ferrier.
We watched her fly one of these things.
That's the only time.
Oh, now, don't worry, Victoria.
It's a very primitive machine, you know.
It should be easy to control.
Doctor, look out!
(ALLSCREAMING)
- (LAUGHS TRIUM P HANTLY)
- (SCREAMS)
VICTORIA: Oh, no!
(VICTORIA SCREAMS)
(GAS P S)
(SCREAMS)
(DOCTOR LAUGHS TRIUM P HANTLY)
- JAMIE: Whoa!
- VICTORIA: Whoa!
(VICTORIA SCREAMS)
(ALLSCREAMING)
- Well, that's strange.
- What?
Well, I was always under the impression
that you couldn't loop
the loop in a helicopter.
- What?
- Look out!
(ALLSCREAMING)
Stick back. Stick back.
Nose down a bit.
Go on.
Right pedal down.
Right pedal. Whoa!
Not too much, not too much.
Try and keep the nose on the horizon.
That's better.
Okay. Okay. Not too much.
Stick back! Stick back!
Stick back, you want to come up now.
Come up, you're getting
too near the water.
Much too near the water.
- Stick back. Stick back.
- DOCTOR: Whoa!
- (ALLSCREAMING)
- P ILOT: That's better.
P ull her up! Stick back!
Stick back quickly!
To the right.
You're about to hit the water.
That's right.
Now, try and keep
everything centralised.
Okay, now, pull her up.
Stick back! Stick back!
Quickly, stick back, stick back!
Now try and keep the control central.
Yes, thank you so much.
Oh, just one thing.
I've got it up all right,
and it should be comparatively simple
to propel it forward.
Uh, however, how do I land it?
(SIGHS)
It's no good. We won't hear
from the Doctor or any of them.
- We must evacuate the compound.
- No.
We said an hour.
He's got 10 more minutes.
But even if he does come back,
what good could he do?
The only possible weapon
we might have used
against the weed has been destroyed.
That was your entire stock of oxygen,
was it?
Yes.
Right. P erkins, get onto London
to the Defence Minister.
I want a full red alert on this now.
Tell him what's happened and ask him
to arrange for as many tankers of oxygen
as he can muster to be
sent here immediately.
Yes, MissJones.
They won't be in time.
We must evacuate the compound.
The pipeline room
is a mass of weed and foam.
You've seen how rapidly it reproduces.
It could swamp the entire compound
at any moment, and when it...
It could, but it hasn't yet,
and until it does, we stay here.
And when it does attack, how do you
expect to fight it? With what weapons?
P erhaps, I can answer those questions,
Mr Harris.
Doctor!
Oh, thank heavens you're alive.
What about Robson? Did you find him?
Aye, we found him all right.
And my wife?
- Well, we didn't see her, no.
- No.
There's not much hope, is there?
What can we do?
How can we fight this hideous thing?
You say there's not much hope.
I believe there is.
But even if we succeed
in fighting off the weed,
what about... What about those people
already affected by it?
Well, on our way back here,
we stopped off at the Medicare Centre.
The man that Jamie
fought with in the corridor
- has almost completely recovered.
- MR HARRIS: What?
Yes, the weed growth on his arm
has disappeared and died.
He's bemused, he's dazed,
but he's alive!
But how? Why? What killed the weed?
Noise! Sound vibrations.
How did you find out?
Victoria discovered it.
I did?
- Well, yes. You screamed.
- I screamed.
It's her scream, her particular
pattern of sound that does the trick.
So, that's why the crews on the rigs
spoke softly. The noise affected them.
Yes, very possibly.
Now, before you evacuate this compound,
just give me one half hour, Mr Harris.
The risk is too great.
The entire compound
is alive with seaweed.
Half an hour won't make
that much difference.
Doctor, what do you think we can do?
We make a noise, MissJones.
We make an awful lot of noise!
It's too late. We'll never stop it now.
But we've got to. It may be too late.
It's impossible, I tell you.
It's seeping in from
every corner of the compound.
Yes, but if we can destroy
the weed's nerve centre.
But you said yourself you don't know
where the nerve centre is.
- But we do. It's here.
- MR HARRIS: That's the Control Rig.
P recisely.
We must generate enough sound
to penetrate the Control Rig.
MEGAN: But how will you get it there?
That way. Through the pipelines.
Mr Harris, this is the only way to help
your wife and all those other people.
Yes, I realise that,
but there isn't time.
P lease. Just one half hour.
- P rice.
- P RICE: Sir.
What's happening in the pipeline room?
(VICTORIA GAS P S) Oh, no.
Half an hour?
Yes, that's about all we've got
But you're right. We must try.
Oh, thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT) Now, then, Mr P rice,
where do all these big leads go to?
P RICE: The transmitter
and loud speakers down below, sir.
- DOCTOR: I see.
- What's this all about, Doctor?
Well, if we can boost this equipment to
transmit enough sound down the pipeline,
we can destroy the weed's nerve centre.
But do you think this idea will work?
Have you got a tape recorder
or some such thing?
Yes, sir.
Victoria... (CLEARS THROAT)
I want you to scream.
- Scream?
- He will record it.
Make a loop of it so that
we can repeat it endlessly.
Right, sir. What have we got here?
I hope he knows what he's doing.
Of course he does. I think.
Mr Harris, the impeller shaft.
You men, quick!
MEGAN: Oh, come on, Doctor.
CHIEF: Look, there!
(GLASS CRACKING)
Now, take these magnetised speakers
and attach them
to the pipeline over there.
Jamie, give me a hand.
Right, ready, miss?
Now, scream into this. Now.
- What, now?
- Yes, yes. There's not a moment to lose.
(STAMMERS) I can't. It's silly.
- No, no. P lease, please, you have to.
- Oh, Doctor!
- What's the matter, Victoria?
- She can't scream, sir.
- Oh, no! Victoria, that's ridiculous.
- Jamie, you can't scream just like that!
Everything depends upon you screaming.
(SCREAMING)
DOCTOR: There you are. I knew you could.
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
MR HARRIS: Don't just stand there, men!
- P ush!
- (MEN STRAINING)
P ush!
Keep away from it! Keep away!
- CHIEF: Shut those doors!
- Quick, this way.
Quick!
(YELLING)
All release valves open! Quick!
What are you doing, man?
I'm going to save the lives
of an awful lot of people, MissJones.
Close feed lines one to six!
Come on, men!
You mean, you're giving up?
You're evacuating?
Open your eyes, MissJones.
Can't you see what's happening?
We're gradually being strangled.
I can't risk the lives
of these men here any longer.
Just a few more minutes, please,
Mr Harris.
- The scream's ready.
- Good!
- Eh, Mr Harris?
- All right, all right,
what do you want us to do?
Now, then, I've attached
the speakers to the pipeline.
Victoria's scream
will be put through this.
MR HARRIS: What does that do?
DOCTOR: Well,
it's a little toy of my own.
Together with the amplifiers,
yes, it should produce
a sonic laser sound wave.
You mean, like a laser light beam?
Yes, passing through the pipes.
It'll destroy
the nerve centre of the weed.
Yes, but will it destroy the weed here?
Well, unfortunately, no.
No, we have to do battle
with that ourselves.
- How?
- DOCTOR: With these, Mr P rice.
P RICE: With what?
DOCTOR: If the weed attacks us here,
we simply point these at it
and hope for the best.
Now, for heaven's sake,
don't get in the way of the speakers.
The sound will cut you to pieces.
CHIEF: Look there!
DOCTOR: Give me the other two.
- Let's set up another two.
- MR HARRIS: There's another one!
MR HARRIS: What's the current?
DOCTOR: Come along,
we've got no time to waste.
- MR HARRIS: Chief! Chief, quick!
- Here we are. That's it.
Doctor, how many is there?
I thought that there
was only the one monster.
Back, Chief. Back.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Full Alert! Close all doors!
- DOCTOR: There we are.
- MR HARRIS: Close all doors!
Those doors won't hold!
Take this and point it at the monster,
but don't get in the way of it.
Look out!
(ALL GAS P ING)
(FOAM GURGLING)
Right! Back! Back, everybody.
Onto the platform here.
Switch it on, man, switch it on!
(GAS P ING) Oh!
Hold that, Jamie.
Which is the connector switch?
The connector switch!
(P RICE WHIM P ERING)
Come on.
Switch on your speakers
and point them at the creature.
Switch, everyone! Switch on! Go on!
JAMIE: What's going on?
(MONSTER SCREAMING)
MEGAN: It's not working!
Give it a minute.
- It's not working, I tell you.
- (VICTORIA WHIM P ERING)
No! Look!
Behind you! Look behind you!
The corridor!
It's working!
It worked.
MR HARRIS: Doctor, it worked.
Switch off now.
(OVERLA PP ING CHATTER)
Mr P rice, I think
you can switch it all off now.
What about the weed's
nerve centre at the Control Rig?
- What about it?
- Do you think we've destroyed that?
- Why don't you go and see, Mr P rice.
- Right you are.
(P ANTING)
- P rice.
- Yes, sir.
Send out the company helicopters
right away to the Control Rig.
I want a full report right away.
Very good, sir.
Well, Doctor, I don't quite know
what to say, except thank you.
MissJones,
that will be more than sufficient.
I still can't believe it.
DOCTOR: What's the matter, eh?
- I don't know. I'm always frightened.
- Well, of course.
- (CRYING) Oh, Doctor, I can't.
- It's all right.
- Doctor, they're safe!
- It's all right, they're safe.
- They're safe.
- Come along and see.
We've won! Isn't it marvellous? Look!
Maggie! Maggie!
Mr Robson, can you hear me?
Yes, Mr Harris, we can.
Yes, darling, we can hear you.
Good. Are you all well?
Has the weed gone?
The weed? Oh, yes, yes, it's gone.
- (EXCITED CHATTER)
- (SHUSHES)
What about Van Lutyens?
I don't suppose you...
No, he 's fine. He 's well.
Darling, we 're all all right,
I promise you.
(ALL CHEERING)
Quiet, everybody, quiet!
Mister Robson, we're sending out
one of the company helicopters
to you right away.
You'll be back with us
in less than an hour.
- We're sending the helicopter.
- (EXCITED CHATTER)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(OVERLA PP ING CONVERSATION)
Oh, I should have listened to you
in the first place, Mr Harris.
Oh, I doubt it would have helped.
As it turned out, we were lucky
we didn't tamper with the weed.
DOCTOR: Oh, yes.
Well, the next time you ask me
to get something from your desk,
- you can do it yourself.
- (ALL LAUGHING)
To think I wanted to
keep you locked up, Doctor.
- Well, lots of people have tried.
- MR HARRIS: They didn't want to.
(LAUGHING)
Well, that was a very splendid dinner,
Mrs Harris.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
- I'm very tired.
- Oh, really? Oh, dear. There we are.
See you in the morning, Doctor?
Well, erm, no. No, as a matter of fact,
we must be on our way.
Oh, dear. Where are you going?
Well, we haven't quiet decided yet.
Aye, even if we had,
it wouldn't make any difference.
We wouldn't get there. Not with him.
(LAUGHING)
If you're ever around here again,
do drop in.
(DOCTOR CLEARS THROAT)
And in the front gate this time,
just to avoid any unfortunate incidents.
Yes, I will.
Good night, Mr Robson.
- Bye-bye. Bye, Mrs Harris.
- Good night.
Goodbye to you, Mr Robson.
Well, I suppose I think
it's time we went, er, Jamie, Victoria.
Hey, Victoria. Wakey, wakey.
What's the matter?
You don't want to come with us,
do you, Victoria?
I don't know.
I don't really want to leave you.
Well, I... I suspected as much.
- Would you mind?
- JAMIE: Victoria, you can't.
Just a minute, Jamie.
You mean, you want to stay here
and settle down, hmm?
Well, if you want to, you must.
I'm sorry.
No, that's all right.
Er, Mrs Harris, I...
I wonder if you'd mind if Victoria
stayed with you for a little while.
You see, she's got no parents or home,
and it is a bit difficult...
Well, of course.
We'd be delighted to have you
for as long as you want to stay.
- VICTORIA: Oh, would you?
- Yes.
There, thank you very much.
Erm, Jamie and I
will stay for another day,
just in case you want to think again.
- Look, we'll talk it over later.
- Now, Jamie.
She must make up her own mind.
It's her own life. It's her decision.
Aye.
Thank you, Rig D.
Normal function on all channels.
Control checks positive.
Closing down now.
All communications remain on standby.
All right, P rice?
Oh, yes, thank you, sir. Back to normal.
- Relief?
- Er, crews on their way, sir.
Bet you could do
with a bit of shut-eye, eh?
Oh, I don't know.
I think I'm a bit past it.
- Go out like a light, eh?
- P robably.
- Chief still here?
- Yes, in the impeller room, sir.
- Goodnight, P rice.
- Goodnight, sir.
Hello, Chief.
Mister Robson.
Sound as a bell, eh?
Almost, sir.
- Almost?
- Still half a point off capacity.
Is it?
The main control valve
was slightly damaged.
They're working on it now.
Be up to our normal output
in the morning.
There's still one or two
minor repairs to be done.
- Not tonight, Chief.
- Well, why not?
Get some sleep. Don't argue.
Leave it to the relief.
All right.
Where do you lot think you're going?
There's another three minutes
before your relief arrives.
Nice to know you're back to normal, sir.
If I didn't know you better, Chief,
I would swear you were giving me lip.
Oh, I wouldn't dream of doing that, sir.
Wouldn't you? Good night, Chief.
Good night, sir.
Are you not tired?
(SIGHS) No.
No, I'm fine. I'm not tired at all.
Do you know what the Doctor's
just gone and done?
Hmm?
He's only gone
down to the beach for a swim.
He gets worse.
You're still not sure, are you?
Yes. But it doesn't make it any easier
leaving you and the Doctor.
Aye, we've been together
a long time now.
Has the Doctor said anything to you?
No. No, you know what he's like,
he wouldn't.
He believes in people
making up their own minds.
Victoria...
Do you think you'll be happy here?
Oh, I think so.
The Harrises are really nice people.
Yes, I know that, but they're
not from your time, are they?
I wouldn't be at ease
back in Victorian times.
I had no parents or family
left there, anyway.
Aye, that's true.
Aye, well...
- Jamie.
- Yes?
You wouldn't go without saying goodbye,
would you?
Of course not.
That won't be till the morning, anyway.
Good night, Victoria.
Good night, Jamie.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
We can't just leave her.
We are not leaving her, Jamie.
It was her decision to stay.
She'll be quite all right
with the Harrises.
Now, don't worry so much, Jamie.
I'm not, I'm just...
Oh, come on, let's go.
Well, where would you like to go?
I couldn't care less.
I was fond of her too, you know, Jamie.
(TARDIS WHOOSHING)
(THEME MUSIC P LAYING)
(WHOOSHING)
(WHOOSHING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
It's Robson!
Come in, Doctor.
We've been waiting for you.
What do you want with me?
You are going to help our new masters.
They need you.
- Need me?
- VICTORIA: Jamie! Doctor!
ROBSON: You are going to help
with the conquest of human planet.
- VICTORIA: Jamie!
- JAMIE: Where are you?
- It's me, Robson.
- WOMAN: Down here.
Don't you realise
what they've done to you?
They're trying
to control your mind, man!
The mind does not exist.
It's tired. It's dead.
It is obsolete.
Only our new masters can offer us life.
Matter will never conquer mind,
it's against the law of nature.
The human body does not exist.
Soon we shall all be one.
(BLOWING GAS)
(DOCTOR WHO COUGHING)
Jamie, hurry!
Hurry, Jamie!
You cannot escape. You must join us.
You must join us. You willjoin us.
(SCREAMING)
Scream again, Victoria.
- (SCREAMING)
- No! No! No! No, stop. Stop!
- (SCREAMING) Doctor!
- Stop!
No, no, no...
Come on. It's time we got out of here.
- What about the door?
- Yes, should we lock him in?
No, no. I think it's all right now.
The helicopter's waiting. Come along.
Mind the stairs, they're slippery.
Where's the helicopter, then?
I can't see anything
except this awful foam.
Don't worry, Victoria,
it won't hurt you.
- There it is!
- ALL: Hey! Hey!
- Oh, can't he see us?
- P robably not.
He's probablyjust too scared.
Oh, Jamie, help me
get this hatchway covered.
(GRUNTS)
We can't hang around here.
The helicopter will never see us.
But we'll never
get off the rig without it.
There's Robson's helicopter in there.
But it hasn't got a driver.
I've been dying to get my hands
on one of those things.
Come on. Come on.
(WHIRRING)
Oh, the foam, Doctor! I can't see!
Don't worry, Victoria.
We'll soon be out of it.
- Oh! Oh...
- Oh!
I hope you know what you're doing.
Well, we're...
We're airborne, aren't we, Jamie?
Anyway, Astrid Ferrier.
We watched her fly one of these things.
That's the only time.
Oh, now, don't worry, Victoria.
It's a very primitive machine, you know.
It should be easy to control.
Doctor, look out!
(ALLSCREAMING)
- (LAUGHS TRIUM P HANTLY)
- (SCREAMS)
VICTORIA: Oh, no!
(VICTORIA SCREAMS)
(GAS P S)
(SCREAMS)
(DOCTOR LAUGHS TRIUM P HANTLY)
- JAMIE: Whoa!
- VICTORIA: Whoa!
(VICTORIA SCREAMS)
(ALLSCREAMING)
- Well, that's strange.
- What?
Well, I was always under the impression
that you couldn't loop
the loop in a helicopter.
- What?
- Look out!
(ALLSCREAMING)
Stick back. Stick back.
Nose down a bit.
Go on.
Right pedal down.
Right pedal. Whoa!
Not too much, not too much.
Try and keep the nose on the horizon.
That's better.
Okay. Okay. Not too much.
Stick back! Stick back!
Stick back, you want to come up now.
Come up, you're getting
too near the water.
Much too near the water.
- Stick back. Stick back.
- DOCTOR: Whoa!
- (ALLSCREAMING)
- P ILOT: That's better.
P ull her up! Stick back!
Stick back quickly!
To the right.
You're about to hit the water.
That's right.
Now, try and keep
everything centralised.
Okay, now, pull her up.
Stick back! Stick back!
Quickly, stick back, stick back!
Now try and keep the control central.
Yes, thank you so much.
Oh, just one thing.
I've got it up all right,
and it should be comparatively simple
to propel it forward.
Uh, however, how do I land it?
(SIGHS)
It's no good. We won't hear
from the Doctor or any of them.
- We must evacuate the compound.
- No.
We said an hour.
He's got 10 more minutes.
But even if he does come back,
what good could he do?
The only possible weapon
we might have used
against the weed has been destroyed.
That was your entire stock of oxygen,
was it?
Yes.
Right. P erkins, get onto London
to the Defence Minister.
I want a full red alert on this now.
Tell him what's happened and ask him
to arrange for as many tankers of oxygen
as he can muster to be
sent here immediately.
Yes, MissJones.
They won't be in time.
We must evacuate the compound.
The pipeline room
is a mass of weed and foam.
You've seen how rapidly it reproduces.
It could swamp the entire compound
at any moment, and when it...
It could, but it hasn't yet,
and until it does, we stay here.
And when it does attack, how do you
expect to fight it? With what weapons?
P erhaps, I can answer those questions,
Mr Harris.
Doctor!
Oh, thank heavens you're alive.
What about Robson? Did you find him?
Aye, we found him all right.
And my wife?
- Well, we didn't see her, no.
- No.
There's not much hope, is there?
What can we do?
How can we fight this hideous thing?
You say there's not much hope.
I believe there is.
But even if we succeed
in fighting off the weed,
what about... What about those people
already affected by it?
Well, on our way back here,
we stopped off at the Medicare Centre.
The man that Jamie
fought with in the corridor
- has almost completely recovered.
- MR HARRIS: What?
Yes, the weed growth on his arm
has disappeared and died.
He's bemused, he's dazed,
but he's alive!
But how? Why? What killed the weed?
Noise! Sound vibrations.
How did you find out?
Victoria discovered it.
I did?
- Well, yes. You screamed.
- I screamed.
It's her scream, her particular
pattern of sound that does the trick.
So, that's why the crews on the rigs
spoke softly. The noise affected them.
Yes, very possibly.
Now, before you evacuate this compound,
just give me one half hour, Mr Harris.
The risk is too great.
The entire compound
is alive with seaweed.
Half an hour won't make
that much difference.
Doctor, what do you think we can do?
We make a noise, MissJones.
We make an awful lot of noise!
It's too late. We'll never stop it now.
But we've got to. It may be too late.
It's impossible, I tell you.
It's seeping in from
every corner of the compound.
Yes, but if we can destroy
the weed's nerve centre.
But you said yourself you don't know
where the nerve centre is.
- But we do. It's here.
- MR HARRIS: That's the Control Rig.
P recisely.
We must generate enough sound
to penetrate the Control Rig.
MEGAN: But how will you get it there?
That way. Through the pipelines.
Mr Harris, this is the only way to help
your wife and all those other people.
Yes, I realise that,
but there isn't time.
P lease. Just one half hour.
- P rice.
- P RICE: Sir.
What's happening in the pipeline room?
(VICTORIA GAS P S) Oh, no.
Half an hour?
Yes, that's about all we've got
But you're right. We must try.
Oh, thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT) Now, then, Mr P rice,
where do all these big leads go to?
P RICE: The transmitter
and loud speakers down below, sir.
- DOCTOR: I see.
- What's this all about, Doctor?
Well, if we can boost this equipment to
transmit enough sound down the pipeline,
we can destroy the weed's nerve centre.
But do you think this idea will work?
Have you got a tape recorder
or some such thing?
Yes, sir.
Victoria... (CLEARS THROAT)
I want you to scream.
- Scream?
- He will record it.
Make a loop of it so that
we can repeat it endlessly.
Right, sir. What have we got here?
I hope he knows what he's doing.
Of course he does. I think.
Mr Harris, the impeller shaft.
You men, quick!
MEGAN: Oh, come on, Doctor.
CHIEF: Look, there!
(GLASS CRACKING)
Now, take these magnetised speakers
and attach them
to the pipeline over there.
Jamie, give me a hand.
Right, ready, miss?
Now, scream into this. Now.
- What, now?
- Yes, yes. There's not a moment to lose.
(STAMMERS) I can't. It's silly.
- No, no. P lease, please, you have to.
- Oh, Doctor!
- What's the matter, Victoria?
- She can't scream, sir.
- Oh, no! Victoria, that's ridiculous.
- Jamie, you can't scream just like that!
Everything depends upon you screaming.
(SCREAMING)
DOCTOR: There you are. I knew you could.
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
MR HARRIS: Don't just stand there, men!
- P ush!
- (MEN STRAINING)
P ush!
Keep away from it! Keep away!
- CHIEF: Shut those doors!
- Quick, this way.
Quick!
(YELLING)
All release valves open! Quick!
What are you doing, man?
I'm going to save the lives
of an awful lot of people, MissJones.
Close feed lines one to six!
Come on, men!
You mean, you're giving up?
You're evacuating?
Open your eyes, MissJones.
Can't you see what's happening?
We're gradually being strangled.
I can't risk the lives
of these men here any longer.
Just a few more minutes, please,
Mr Harris.
- The scream's ready.
- Good!
- Eh, Mr Harris?
- All right, all right,
what do you want us to do?
Now, then, I've attached
the speakers to the pipeline.
Victoria's scream
will be put through this.
MR HARRIS: What does that do?
DOCTOR: Well,
it's a little toy of my own.
Together with the amplifiers,
yes, it should produce
a sonic laser sound wave.
You mean, like a laser light beam?
Yes, passing through the pipes.
It'll destroy
the nerve centre of the weed.
Yes, but will it destroy the weed here?
Well, unfortunately, no.
No, we have to do battle
with that ourselves.
- How?
- DOCTOR: With these, Mr P rice.
P RICE: With what?
DOCTOR: If the weed attacks us here,
we simply point these at it
and hope for the best.
Now, for heaven's sake,
don't get in the way of the speakers.
The sound will cut you to pieces.
CHIEF: Look there!
DOCTOR: Give me the other two.
- Let's set up another two.
- MR HARRIS: There's another one!
MR HARRIS: What's the current?
DOCTOR: Come along,
we've got no time to waste.
- MR HARRIS: Chief! Chief, quick!
- Here we are. That's it.
Doctor, how many is there?
I thought that there
was only the one monster.
Back, Chief. Back.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Full Alert! Close all doors!
- DOCTOR: There we are.
- MR HARRIS: Close all doors!
Those doors won't hold!
Take this and point it at the monster,
but don't get in the way of it.
Look out!
(ALL GAS P ING)
(FOAM GURGLING)
Right! Back! Back, everybody.
Onto the platform here.
Switch it on, man, switch it on!
(GAS P ING) Oh!
Hold that, Jamie.
Which is the connector switch?
The connector switch!
(P RICE WHIM P ERING)
Come on.
Switch on your speakers
and point them at the creature.
Switch, everyone! Switch on! Go on!
JAMIE: What's going on?
(MONSTER SCREAMING)
MEGAN: It's not working!
Give it a minute.
- It's not working, I tell you.
- (VICTORIA WHIM P ERING)
No! Look!
Behind you! Look behind you!
The corridor!
It's working!
It worked.
MR HARRIS: Doctor, it worked.
Switch off now.
(OVERLA PP ING CHATTER)
Mr P rice, I think
you can switch it all off now.
What about the weed's
nerve centre at the Control Rig?
- What about it?
- Do you think we've destroyed that?
- Why don't you go and see, Mr P rice.
- Right you are.
(P ANTING)
- P rice.
- Yes, sir.
Send out the company helicopters
right away to the Control Rig.
I want a full report right away.
Very good, sir.
Well, Doctor, I don't quite know
what to say, except thank you.
MissJones,
that will be more than sufficient.
I still can't believe it.
DOCTOR: What's the matter, eh?
- I don't know. I'm always frightened.
- Well, of course.
- (CRYING) Oh, Doctor, I can't.
- It's all right.
- Doctor, they're safe!
- It's all right, they're safe.
- They're safe.
- Come along and see.
We've won! Isn't it marvellous? Look!
Maggie! Maggie!
Mr Robson, can you hear me?
Yes, Mr Harris, we can.
Yes, darling, we can hear you.
Good. Are you all well?
Has the weed gone?
The weed? Oh, yes, yes, it's gone.
- (EXCITED CHATTER)
- (SHUSHES)
What about Van Lutyens?
I don't suppose you...
No, he 's fine. He 's well.
Darling, we 're all all right,
I promise you.
(ALL CHEERING)
Quiet, everybody, quiet!
Mister Robson, we're sending out
one of the company helicopters
to you right away.
You'll be back with us
in less than an hour.
- We're sending the helicopter.
- (EXCITED CHATTER)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(OVERLA PP ING CONVERSATION)
Oh, I should have listened to you
in the first place, Mr Harris.
Oh, I doubt it would have helped.
As it turned out, we were lucky
we didn't tamper with the weed.
DOCTOR: Oh, yes.
Well, the next time you ask me
to get something from your desk,
- you can do it yourself.
- (ALL LAUGHING)
To think I wanted to
keep you locked up, Doctor.
- Well, lots of people have tried.
- MR HARRIS: They didn't want to.
(LAUGHING)
Well, that was a very splendid dinner,
Mrs Harris.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
- I'm very tired.
- Oh, really? Oh, dear. There we are.
See you in the morning, Doctor?
Well, erm, no. No, as a matter of fact,
we must be on our way.
Oh, dear. Where are you going?
Well, we haven't quiet decided yet.
Aye, even if we had,
it wouldn't make any difference.
We wouldn't get there. Not with him.
(LAUGHING)
If you're ever around here again,
do drop in.
(DOCTOR CLEARS THROAT)
And in the front gate this time,
just to avoid any unfortunate incidents.
Yes, I will.
Good night, Mr Robson.
- Bye-bye. Bye, Mrs Harris.
- Good night.
Goodbye to you, Mr Robson.
Well, I suppose I think
it's time we went, er, Jamie, Victoria.
Hey, Victoria. Wakey, wakey.
What's the matter?
You don't want to come with us,
do you, Victoria?
I don't know.
I don't really want to leave you.
Well, I... I suspected as much.
- Would you mind?
- JAMIE: Victoria, you can't.
Just a minute, Jamie.
You mean, you want to stay here
and settle down, hmm?
Well, if you want to, you must.
I'm sorry.
No, that's all right.
Er, Mrs Harris, I...
I wonder if you'd mind if Victoria
stayed with you for a little while.
You see, she's got no parents or home,
and it is a bit difficult...
Well, of course.
We'd be delighted to have you
for as long as you want to stay.
- VICTORIA: Oh, would you?
- Yes.
There, thank you very much.
Erm, Jamie and I
will stay for another day,
just in case you want to think again.
- Look, we'll talk it over later.
- Now, Jamie.
She must make up her own mind.
It's her own life. It's her decision.
Aye.
Thank you, Rig D.
Normal function on all channels.
Control checks positive.
Closing down now.
All communications remain on standby.
All right, P rice?
Oh, yes, thank you, sir. Back to normal.
- Relief?
- Er, crews on their way, sir.
Bet you could do
with a bit of shut-eye, eh?
Oh, I don't know.
I think I'm a bit past it.
- Go out like a light, eh?
- P robably.
- Chief still here?
- Yes, in the impeller room, sir.
- Goodnight, P rice.
- Goodnight, sir.
Hello, Chief.
Mister Robson.
Sound as a bell, eh?
Almost, sir.
- Almost?
- Still half a point off capacity.
Is it?
The main control valve
was slightly damaged.
They're working on it now.
Be up to our normal output
in the morning.
There's still one or two
minor repairs to be done.
- Not tonight, Chief.
- Well, why not?
Get some sleep. Don't argue.
Leave it to the relief.
All right.
Where do you lot think you're going?
There's another three minutes
before your relief arrives.
Nice to know you're back to normal, sir.
If I didn't know you better, Chief,
I would swear you were giving me lip.
Oh, I wouldn't dream of doing that, sir.
Wouldn't you? Good night, Chief.
Good night, sir.
Are you not tired?
(SIGHS) No.
No, I'm fine. I'm not tired at all.
Do you know what the Doctor's
just gone and done?
Hmm?
He's only gone
down to the beach for a swim.
He gets worse.
You're still not sure, are you?
Yes. But it doesn't make it any easier
leaving you and the Doctor.
Aye, we've been together
a long time now.
Has the Doctor said anything to you?
No. No, you know what he's like,
he wouldn't.
He believes in people
making up their own minds.
Victoria...
Do you think you'll be happy here?
Oh, I think so.
The Harrises are really nice people.
Yes, I know that, but they're
not from your time, are they?
I wouldn't be at ease
back in Victorian times.
I had no parents or family
left there, anyway.
Aye, that's true.
Aye, well...
- Jamie.
- Yes?
You wouldn't go without saying goodbye,
would you?
Of course not.
That won't be till the morning, anyway.
Good night, Victoria.
Good night, Jamie.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
We can't just leave her.
We are not leaving her, Jamie.
It was her decision to stay.
She'll be quite all right
with the Harrises.
Now, don't worry so much, Jamie.
I'm not, I'm just...
Oh, come on, let's go.
Well, where would you like to go?
I couldn't care less.
I was fond of her too, you know, Jamie.
(TARDIS WHOOSHING)
(THEME MUSIC P LAYING)
(WHOOSHING)