(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
Stop her! That's a bomb!
(YATES GROANS)
I've got to open it! I've got to!
I've got to open it! I've got to open it!
Strewth! There's going be some complaints about that, you know, Doctor.
My dear Sergeant, if that box hadn't been tied,
you wouldn't be here to receive any complaints.
Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir.
What gave you the idea it was a booby trap, Doctor?
- DOCTOR: She did. - What's wrong with her?
DOCTOR: Almost certainly post-hypnotic alienation.
YATES: She's been hypnotised?
Well, of course. Why else do you think she'd try to blow us all to pieces?
Come on, my dear. Come and sit down over here.
Get a chair, Captain Yates.
Come on, come and sit down here.
Good. Just sit down here.
But I understood that under hypnosis it was impossible for...
You thought that under hypnosis
it was impossible for a subject to be persuaded
to do anything that was against his nature?
- That's right. - Well, it's a fallacy, Captain.
The Master can completely control the human mind.
So he can just take over anyone he likes?
No, not quite.
No, some minds are stubborn enough to resist hypnosis.
In any case, it doesn't last.
Away from the Master's influence,
the mind struggles constantly to free itself.
Is she in some sort of a trance?
I think the current jargon is schizoid dissociation.
It's because she was forced to do something against her will
and her conscious mind refuses to accept the fact.
The result is a deep trauma.
YATES: Jo, where's the Master?
DOCTOR: She won't remember that. YATES: But she might.
YATES: Jo! Where is the Master?
Mr Farrel tells me you've changed the mix.
What right have you got to interfere?
Do you know you've ruined a whole day's production?
You call this ruined?
Well, it's the wrong colour and the wrong texture.
Of course it's ruined!
You don't appreciate its full potential, do you?
Look, and I don't want to. It doesn't meet our specification.
This plastic has got unique properties, Mr McDermott.
Allow me to demonstrate.
Unique, right enough.
So, uh, you're a magician as well as a Colonel, eh?
I am many things.
Aye, well, that's as maybe.
But you're not a director of this company, Colonel Masters.
I am in charge of production here,
and I answer only to Mr Farrel and his father.
Look, why don't you try it?
Well, you'll never sell that, I'll tell you that for nothing.
Sure, it looks like... Like a black pudding.
MASTER: Try sitting in it.
It's got a cold, clammy feel to it.
Now, plastic should be warm and dry to the touch...
Sit down, man!
It's moving.
No, I will not tolerate his insolence.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Sylvia, will you check Mr McDermott's entitlement
on termination of employment, please?
MASTER: It's a very clumsy operation, this.
You can see now why this product's got to be changed.
Oh, I don't know. Seems very effective to me.
What, yards of plastic to accomplish
that which can be done by just a few inches?
- A few inches? - Yes, Farrel.
The human body has a basic weakness,
one which I shall exploit
to assist in the destruction of humanity.
Jo, wake up. Wake up, Jo.
This is the Doctor. You're amongst friends.
YATES: It's no good. I think we're just wasting...
Shh! Please! Be quiet!
- Doctor? - Yes.
- Doctor? - Mmm-hmm.
- Doctor! - All right, all right. Calm down, Jo.
Calm down. We're quite safe.
There was an explosion!
That was a long way away. Believe me, that was a long way away.
Now, we're all quite safe. Look around you. See for yourself.
Look around. Look. Look, we're all here.
The box! I had to open it! There was a voice.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, that voice.
Where were you when you heard that voice?
JO: A room. DOCTOR: Mmm-hmm.
- I don't know where. - Yes. What sort of a room?
- There was a desk. - Yes.
- A telephone. - An office? Was it a factory office?
Yes! Yes, an office.
Yes, well, where was that factory? Do you know the name of the factory?
- No. - Well, try and remember.
I can't remember.
I can't remember!
- Dead? He can't be. - REX: I'm afraid so, Father.
Yes, he sat down in this chair here, and just slipped away.
- I can't take it in. - Yes, it's very sad.
Well, what did the doctor say?
Uh...
I'm not sure. It all happened so suddenly.
You see...
Oh, well, anyway,
I suppose it's hardly decent in the circumstances,
but I've driven a long way to talk to you, Rex.
REX: Er, yes, Father? What about?
About the way you seem determined to throw away the years of work
I've put into this factory.
Now, just what is going on here?
We're changing our policy, Father. Introducing new methods, new products...
You're doing nothing of the sort.
You'll carry on on the lines I laid down,
or I'll come out of retirement and do the job myself.
I'm not past it, you know.
MASTER: Allow me to explain, Mr Farrel.
I'd be very much obliged if you would.
The changes that I have suggested are for the good of the factory.
Now, you must trust me, there's nothing to worry about.
Nothing to worry about.
Trust you. Nothing to worry about.
There's a great deal to worry about, sir!
And frankly, the thing that worries me most is your presence here.
- Why you... - No!
(CHUCKLES)
Congratulations, Mr Farrel.
Usually I can overcome opposition, but your will is exceptionally strong.
One might say dangerously strong.
FARREL SENIOR: Damned impertinence. Rex.
Rex, hadn't you better go home? I'll see after things here.
No. Please, I can manage.
All right. I'll give you till tomorrow.
And by then I want this Masters fellow out of here
and production back to normal.
- Oh, Mr Farrel? - I've nothing to say to you, sir.
Well, I thought if you actually saw one of our new lines.
Disgusting object. No demand for a thing like that.
I think you're wrong, Mr Farrel.
Well, since you won't be making any more of them,
we shan't have a chance to find out.
Why don't you keep this for a while? Think it over.
- I don't want the thing! - Ah, but I insist!
You're wasting your time.
Not at all. I'm simply trying out a new product.
- Hello, Jo. Are you feeling better? - Yes, I'm fine, thank you.
That's good.
I just wanted to say how sorry I am.
- What on earth for? - The bomb! I might have killed you all.
Oh, that was nothing to do with you, my dear.
That was the Master.
You're supposed to be on sick leave, Miss Grant.
I'm okay again now, sir.
Oh, so you've recovered your memory, then?
No, I'm afraid I haven't. I've tried and tried to remember.
Yes, well, don't. It'll only make things worse.
Leave your mind alone. Something may pop up of its own accord.
Yes, well, we can't just sit about waiting
for something to pop up from Miss Grant's mind.
If my agents don't turn up something soon,
I'm going to surround and search every factory on that list.
You know, Brigadier, your methods have all the refined subtlety
of a bull in a china shop.
- BRIGADIER: Any news? - Well, it's a bit tenuous, sir.
Well, out with it.
You know the field where we found Professor Philips' car?
Yeah?
Well, Sergeant Benton noticed that the turf was all churned up.
So he did a bit of checking
and he found that a circus had just left.
- DOCTOR: Oh? Where's the circus now? - Tarminster.
I'll get some of my men down there with photographs of Philips.
Someone at the circus may have seen him.
I haven't been to a circus for years. I think I'll go myself.
All right, Doctor. I'll get you an escort.
No, thank you, Brigadier.
No, I'll go on my own, if you don't mind.
Don't want a lot of soldiers crashing about, do we?
- Can I come? - Er, no, Miss Grant, I don't think so.
- Not just yet. - But I'm fine now.
BRIGADIER: Miss Grant.
I'll need some photographs of that man Philips.
BRIGADIER: Oh, they're in my office. But I still don't see why
you don't want members of my company to come with you.
- What's up now? - Oh, nothing. Life's just wonderful.
Easy, love.
I've really got off to a terrific start, haven't I?
I find the man everybody's looking for,
I forget where he is, and I end up by trying to blow you all sky high!
No one's blaming you.
Oh, no! You all just tell me to keep out of the way.
I'm not a child, you know.
Well, you're acting like one.
Sorry.
But if only I could show them.
Don't try. Just do as the Brigadier says.
I've sent the staff home as you ordered, Colonel.
Excellent. Begin maximum output of our new product.
Without workers?
The Nestene Autons will run the factory.
Oh!
Um, I'm still afraid my father will make trouble.
He, uh, doesn't understand.
Don't worry about your father. I persuaded him to change his mind.
Why did you send Philips to the circus?
The UNIT people may find him.
But I sent him there to be found by UNIT.
Or better still, by the Doctor.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
You see, the bomb was by way of being a greetings card.
A small little gallantry on the eve of battle.
The car will lure the Doctor to the circus,
and there I shall destroy him.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
(CIRCUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Philips. Professor Philips.
Sorry, pal, never seen him.
Oh, poor Mr McDermott.
It must have been a terrible shock for Rex.
On the contrary, when I walked in,
he was just carrying on with his work as though nothing had happened.
Oh, John, no!
And this Colonel Masters was just as unconcerned.
Frankly, they both seemed to me quite inhuman.
You will make Rex get rid of that man?
I most certainly shall.
Frankly, I didn't take to the chap, really,
or to his repulsive toy.
- Now, just look at that! - Oh!
It's a horrible looking thing.
There's something evil about it.
ROSSINI: Into me wagon, quick!
This is outrageous. Let me go at once!
You've got some hopes. All right, Tony, he's no elephant.
- What's your name? - Smith.
Smith? You've got no imagination. Try again, Mr Smith.
Doctor, actually.
Horse doctor, maybe? (CHUCKLES)
You're an insulting ruffian, aren't you? (COUGHS)
Why were you so interested in my friend's horsebox?
- What's your friend's name? - His name's none of your business.
Hmm. That's a strange name. How long's the horsebox been here?
Shut up! I'm asking the questions! Tony.
(DOCTOR GRUNTING)
He'll snap your arm like a twig, mister. Tony don't talk much but he's strong.
All right, my dear chap, there's no need to do that.
I'm perfectly prepared to answer all your questions.
And, uh, what was the question?
My friend's horsebox. Why were you so interested?
- I was listening. - What for?
Certain vibrations.
Hmm. I don't think my friend's going to like you.
DOCTOR: I'm sure of it. Where is he?
Away.
How much are they paying you?
(LAUGHS) Come, come, Doctor. Gentlemen don't discuss money.
Nonsense, gentlemen never talk about anything else.
Now, listen to me. If you're prepared to forget that you've ever seen me
and let me go, I will reward you very handsomely.
Is that so? Let's have a look, Tony.
Oh, pity.
DOCTOR: I can get money quite easily.
Eccentric millionaire, eh? Hello.
- Do you recognise that man? - Maybe.
That is a photo of a missing government scientist.
If you've had anything to do with concealing him,
you are in very serious trouble.
Someone's in trouble all right, Doctor,
but it isn't me.
They're holding him prisoner in one of the caravans.
Just what do you think you're doing down there, Miss Grant?
Sorry, sir, no time to argue.
I'll go and see if I can help the Doctor.
You'll do nothing of the sort.
You'll stay in the background till I arrive. Is that clear?
It's Professor Philips.
Must have been a heart attack, I suppose.
Try not to worry about it, dear.
What's this thing doing over here?
MR FARREL: It's the boy's attitude I can't understand.
MRS FARREL: No. It certainly doesn't sound like my Rex.
Oh, well, I'll go make the coffee.
(SIGHS) It's beyond me.
(GRUNTING)
John, are you all right? John?
(SCREAMING)
You don't give very good answers, my friend.
Maybe you're not asking the right questions.
No, Tony, don't break his arms. Yet.
I think I'll tell my friend you've arrived.
He'll know what to do with you.
You know, Doctor, the cost of meat is exorbitant.
Maybe my friend'll let me feed you to the tigers.
You've got a very distorted sense of humour, haven't you?
All right, Tony, watch him.
The strong, silent man, eh?
You've got no right to keep me here, you know?
I've got a good mind to call for help.
Help! Help!
Help!
Doctor!
What the blazes are you doing here? I told you to stay at headquarters.
Just as well for you I didn't, isn't it?
- Doctor, I've seen Professor Philips. - Oh, where?
He went into a horsebox, over there.
This girl you say who's been following you, describe her.
Small, blonde, short hair.
Sounds like the Doctor's little friend. I wonder?
Switch on the scanners, Philips.
Very well, Philips. You know what you have to do.
Yes, Master.
What on earth is he doing inside a horsebox?
It isn't exactly a horsebox. It just happens to look like one.
You mean, there isn't a horse inside?
No more than there's a policeman inside my police box.
- So what do we do now? - Well...
DOCTOR: Wait! Philips, wait! Don't move, Jo.
- What's he holding? - Some sort of a grenade.
Now, Philips, you listen to me. You are about to commit murder.
I must. He said I must!
Now, wait.
You just listen. The Master is controlling your mind.
You must resist him. You can resist him.
You are Professor George Philips of the Radio Telescope Research Centre.
You must resist him! You must resist him!
Down, Jo!
(EXPLOSION)
JO: What happened?
He tried to get rid of it.
Poor chap.
What are you doing?
Shan't be a moment.
All right! Spread out! They can't have gone far!
Hurry, Doctor!
- Well, that didn't take long, did it? - Long enough, I'm afraid.
(CROWD SHOUTING)
Now, wait a minute, listen to me. Now, listen to me, all of you!
Tried to rob my caravan and killed one of the men with a bomb! Get 'em!
(SCREAMS)
(SIREN WAILING)
(CROWD CLAMOURING)
Let me go!
Here, wait!
They're in the back, sir. The Doctor and Jo.
Better go and bail them out.
(HONKING IMPATIENTLY)
Are you all right, Doctor? Doctor!
(SIGHS)
Thank heavens. Nothing damaged.
Speak for yourself. I'm bruised all over.
It's a good thing you chaps turned up when you did,
otherwise we might have been lynched.
Lethbridge Stewart must have sent them.
Well, it's nice to know he can use his head once in a while.
Yes, sir. I've checked with County Headquarters. You were right.
BRIGADIER: Then it's not a police car at all.
No, sir. Definitely not.
- Doctor! - Careful.
Where are they taking us?
- Well, it certainly isn't Tarminster. - It's some sort of a quarry.
Excuse me, officer, could I see your warrant card?
(JO GASPS)