(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
You can help me with my experiment.
-Remove her coat. -What will you do?
Sit down.
Miss Smith will be our subject, like so.
No.
-Fetch some clamps, Keeler. -You can't. It's inhuman.
I don't care.
I must know what happens when a Krynoid touches human flesh.
What do you do for an encore, Doctor?
I win.
Open this door.
Guards. Guards.
(CONTINUES BANGING DOOR)
(GROANING)
Why am I surrounded by idiots? Guards.
Somebody open this door.
(SCREAMING) My arm. My arm.
Keeler.
It's happened.
(KEELER GRUNTING)
What's up?
The Doctor and the girl. Come on.
(GUARD BLOWING WHISTLE)
Get in there and hide. I'll be as quick as I can.
-You can't tackle them single-handed. -I'm not. I've got a pistol.
But you'd never use it.
True. But they don't know that, do they?
(GRUNTING)
Amazing.
(KEELER BREATHING HEAVILY)
My whole body's changing.
Look at my arm.
Get me to a hospital, please.
Don't be ridiculous. We'll look after you here.
Do something. You must do something.
It's incredible. Absolutely unique.
For pity's sake, help me.
What's all this?
-Oh, sir, I hear Mr Keeler... -Mr Keeler is not very well.
Mr Keeler.
We must get him over to the cottage where we can look after him properly.
-What happened, sir? -Don't ask questions. Just do it.
(KEELER GROANING)
(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
SCORBY: Hudley, get over to the front.
You'll have to bear up, Keeler.
Nobody move.
How predictable.
The criminal returns to the scene of the crime.
I see the pod's burst. Was anyone in the way?
Yeah, Keeler. Very clumsy of him. Where's the girl?
You're working for a madman, Scorby, you know that?
He pays well.
And when it comes to money, Mr Chase and I are of the same religion.
Franklin Adams, 1 881 to 1 960. American humorist.
The quotes are over, Doctor.
Miss Smith'll never get out of this place alive
and neither will you.
Now, this way. And this time don't try anything.
-You know... -Not anything.
Turn around.
Can't we talk this over, Scorby?
You're a bit unsteady on your feet, Doctor.
You're...
-You're pushing your luck, Scorby. -Take a seat, Doctor.
You see our little machine, Doctor?
Looks as if it's got possibilities.
Oh, yes, it has. Distinct possibilities.
Did you know we made our own compost?
Quite right.
Always put back in the soil what you take out.
That's just what Mr Chase says.
He never wastes anything
that can be used to fertilise his plants.
-Anything. -That's very commendable.
(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
It's got a very healthy appetite, Doctor.
Tie him up.
(MOANING)
What's happening? What have you done?
It's for your own good. You mustn't move.
You can't keep me here. I need medical attention.
Look at me.
The rate of increase is astonishing.
Remarkable, Keeler.
Protein absorption from the animal, of course.
-What animal? -CHASE: Your own body.
We shall have to give you some food soon.
Chase, stop behaving like a maniac and get me to hospital.
Don't be ridiculous. That would ruin everything.
Together, we could be on the verge of a great scientific discovery.
We must observe the process carefully.
Hargreaves, don't listen to him. This is murder.
I'm sure Mr Chase is right, sir. And it's for your own good.
You're changing into a plant, Keeler. You're privileged.
Think of it, a marvellous new species of plant.
I shall need some equipment to monitor this experiment.
Chase.
He might be right, sir. It could be dangerous.
Everything will be all right, Hargreaves,
just as long as we keep him in there.
Very good, sir.
Ah, there you are, Mr Chase.
We've got the Doctor. I've locked him in the compost room.
-Oh, good. No sign of the girl? -No, not yet.
We've got all the exits covered. She won't get far.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
General laboratory.
What?
Oh, hold on. It's for you, sir.
Says it's urgent. Main gate.
Chase.
Amelia Ducat?
Why'd you let her past the main gate?
Sorry, sir. Miss Ducat insists on seeing you.
Says you owe her money.
Well, that's what she says, sir.
(SIGHS) Well, get rid of her.
I'm in the middle of some very important work
and I can see no one. Is that clear?
I've told her all about that, Mr Chase, but she's very, er, persistent.
She's mentioned something about lawyers, sir.
Lawyers? Ugh. Man's a fool.
-Why am I surrounded by idiots? -Hmm.
Wouldn't it be better to see her, Mr Chase, and avoid any fuss?
It might, and it might not.
Have someone bring her up to the library.
(KEELER MOANING)
KEELER: Don't be frightened.
(EXCLAIMS)
You should be glad.
After all, it might have been you.
Keeler?
What... What have they done to you?
It's disgusting, isn't it?
Aren't you scared?
No, I'm not scared.
-Why are they keeping you here? -Chase.
Chase owns me, body and soul.
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
Body.
This must be how Winlett changed.
You saw him at the base, didn't you? What was it like? You've got to tell me.
Look, I'm going to find the Doctor.
He knows more about this than anyone else.
Now, do you know where he is?
I might.
Let me loose and we'll go together.
-I can't. -I won't harm you.
You mightn't mean to, but you would.
You're as bad as Chase and the others.
You want me to die. You want me to die.
You want me to die.
(KEELER GRUNTING)
Mr Keeler, try not to distress yourself.
Mr Chase ordered this meal for you, sir.
-Good evening, Miss Ducat. -Good evening, Mr Chase.
I'm sorry to have insisted on seeing you at this hour.
Not at all.
It's a great pleasure, indeed an honour, to see you again.
I was visiting Lady Chandley nearby.
Painting a rare hibiscus in her conservatory.
Ah, yes, the Venezuelan gobbo. I have several of the species.
Of course, your collection of plants is unrivalled.
Even the short safari from the gate is simply packed with interest.
What a shame you should come in the autumn.
In high summer, ah.
Even so, I think I could set up my easel here to good purpose.
At any other time I'd be very happy for you to do so,
but just at the moment I have some very pressing business.
What a pity. Never mind.
The real reason for my coming won't take up much of your time.
Yes, it seems I neglected to pay you for a painting I had from you.
-Yes. -I offer you my humblest apologies.
-750 guineas. -Guineas?
Plus inflation.
Shall we say a round thousand?
Pounds.
(LAUGHS) Done.
I'll write you a cheque now.
Magnificent house you have here, Mr Chase.
Yes, it is rather fine, isn't it?
Most of it was built during the Wars of the Roses.
Charmingly named,
but rather a bloodthirsty period in history, I always think.
Shall I start the... recycling experiment, Mr Chase?
No.
I want to see it. I'll be right there.
I apologise for the delay.
Thank you.
Mr Scorby will see you out.
What is this recycling experiment? Sounds interesting.
Yes, I'm afraid it's something we're keeping rather quiet about
just for the moment.
Within these grounds, there are several private projects going on.
Oh.
-This way, madam. -Goodbye.
(KEELER BREATHING HEAVILY)
-So sorry to have kept you waiting. -Not at all, not at all.
I do hope you haven't been bored.
Oh no, no, I've been watching your little toy.
-It's most efficient. -Yes, isn't it?
(MACHINERY STOPS)
The trouble is keeping it stocked up.
Yes, at the moment it's working on an empty stomach.
The next time it starts, we must give it something to bite on.
You've noticed how lush the grounds are?
-Oh, yes, yes. -This is the secret.
We put everything into the grinder.
Every scrap of food and garden waste, lots of other things.
Provided they're organic.
I'm sure you're noted for your tidiness.
-How is Keeler? -Dear Arnold.
A brilliant researcher and a dedicated botanist.
And now, properly nurtured,
he can be of inestimable value to science.
Nurtured.
You don't mean to say you've been feeding him?
(DOOR RATTLES)
It is a fascinating house.
The mixture of styles is charming.
This corridor must be early 1 6th century, is it not?
I'm sorry, history isn't my strong point.
Would you mind coming this way, please?
We've covered the south and west sections.
-There's no sign of the girl. -Yes, all right, thank you.
Sorry, we're just doing a bit of a security exercise.
Would you excuse me a moment? A word in your ear.
SARAH: Psst. Miss Ducat.
Please.
My dear child, are you all right?
That man Scorby mustn't see me. I'm trying to find the Doctor.
What's happening?
Will you tell Sir Colin Thackeray at the World Ecology Bureau
that we've found the pod, but we're trapped here?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-Please? -Ooh.
-Were you talking to someone? -Talking?
I thought I heard voices.
(LAUGHS) That must have been me. I'm always talking to myself.
It's old age, you know. Happens to us all.
Er, this is the way out, is it not?
Yeah, just go straight past...
Right, get out.
I shall set the machine on automatic control,
which means it will start up again in a few minutes' time.
Your death will be agonising, Doctor, but mercifully quick.
What can I say?
Blood and bone contain the most valuable nitrogen elements.
Just think.
After shredding, your remains will pass automatically
through my compost acceleration chamber,
and within 25 minutes you will be pumped into the garden
to become part of nature's grand design.
I still can't think of anything to say.
Thank you.
You're very kind.
There we are.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, what happened?
You were quite right, Sir Colin.
The girl and the Doctor have run into trouble.
-And did Chase suspect anything? -I think not.
The debt for my picture was a splendid excuse.
-You saw the Doctor? -No, but I saw Miss Smith.
They've found the pod, but they're both trapped in the house.
-So Chase is behind this, after all. -Well, it would seem so.
What are you going to do to help them?
We'd better alert the Doctor's friends at UNIT.
-This is getting too big for us. -DUNBAR: No, wait.
Let me go in alone.
-COLIN: You'll never get past the gate. -Yes, I will.
They know me already.
What... What do you mean?
I've made a terrible mistake, Sir Colin.
It's my duty to try and save the situation.
I don't understand.
Give me half an hour. If I'm not back by then,
return to London and contact UNIT.
Now, Mr Keeler...
Oh.
(JUDDERY BREATHING)
(SCREAMS)
(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
-Doctor. -Quick, Sarah, the button.
Not that button, the other one.
Are you all right?
-Oh, Sarah. -What?
It would have been such a waste.
I warned you not to go too far.
You must abandon the experiment, destroy that abomination.
The search for knowledge knows no boundaries.
This is the most valuable study in plant biology ever made.
Nothing will stop me now. I will cultivate the Krynoid.
Mr Chase.
Mr Chase, that thing in the cottage, it's a monster.
-It's breaking loose. -What?
The ropes, they aren't going to hold it.
You mean that horror could be roaming around?
-It could be in the grounds by now. -I'm going for help.
If that thing's free, it will kill us all.
I would prefer it if you kept your mouth shut.
No, it's all gone far enough. I'm going for help.
You won't get past the guards.
We'll see.
Scorby. Get Dunbar.
It's gone.
Yes, but where?
(EXCLAIMING)
(GROWLING)
(RATTLING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOT)
(DUNBAR SCREAMING)
(KRYNOID RATTLING)
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)