"(DOCTOR WHO THEME)" "(MORBIUS GRUNTNG)" "I can see." "I can see again!" "(SARAH SCREAMS)" "(SCREAMING)" "(SARAH SCREAMS)" "(MORBIUS CRIES OUT)" "You better do something, that monster of yours is on the loose." "Oh, no." "Not yet, it's too soon." "I've got to stop him." "Doctor." "Hello, Sarah." "Nice to be seen again." "Oh, Doctor." "You thought I was dead didn't you?" "Mmm." "You're always making that mistake." "Come on, we've got to find Morbius's brain." "Solon has to be stopped." "Oh, Doctor, you're too late." "I can't be." "(ROARING)" "Morbius, stop it!" "This is Solon." "Solon, your creator." "Can you hear me?" "Now listen." "Your brain may be damaged." "Bronchus area." "The speech centre isn't functioning properly." "Look, don't you recognise me?" "I made you." "(SCREAMING)" "A glass brain case?" "Yeah, or plastic." "I don't know." "Anyway, you can actually see that brain inside it, like a goldfish bowl." "Can you read his thoughts?" "No." "Look, I'm serious, Doctor." "It's horrible." "And crude." "It could lead to a brain malfunction and that spells danger." "Keep calm, Sarah, keep calm." "Whatever you do, keep..." "You are calm." "(MORBIUS HOLLERS)" "Hello, Morbius." "You remember me?" "(SCREAMING) Doctor!" "Doctor!" "Doctor, please get up." "Please!" "Get up, Doctor, please." "Doctor, please!" "Doctor, please!" "Please, Doctor." "I need your help!" "CONDO:" "You not kill girl." "Condo kill you." "Where are we going?" "Where are we going?" "You all right?" "What happened?" "Where is he?" "Gone for a lurch and I think he killed Condo." "Shh." "(WHISPERING) You stay there." "Yes." "I'll be back soon." "It's not your night, is it, Solon?" "I thought you were dead." "Morbius has got to be stopped." "He should never have been started." "His brain is only functioning on the motor level." "I hadn't finished the operation." "And you've got to help me." "If I don't find him soon then the consequences could be incalculable." "Really?" "His hatred for the sisterhood is his deepest emotion at the instinctual level" "at which his mind is now working..." "Come on." "(MORBIUS CACKLING)" "No!" "Dead?" "Yes." "Is that a stun gun?" "Yes." "He can't have gone far." "You go that way." "We'll try and cut him off across these rocks." "There's no damage, as far as I can see." "No damage." "There might be a slight contusion of the corpus callosum." "I don't know until I get it back." "Solon, this thing you've made is an unspeakable abomination." "It's just throttled the life out of someone." "Simple animal instinct, Doctor." "Morbius wouldn't want to aggravate the sisterhood at this stage." "Lift him up with me." "What?" "I've got to get him back before the anaesthetic wears off." "All right, Solon." "But when we get him back, I'm not going out again." "Not ever." "What do you mean?" "I mean this operation is going to end where it began, on the operating table." "The brain can be detached and returned to the Time Lords." "Who is responsible?" "Who killed Kelia, our sister?" "She was found near Solon's habitation, High One." "Solon?" "The sister who found her saw a creature high among the rocks." "What creature?" "She only saw it briefly, but then later she saw the Doctor and Solon hunting for it." "So, Solon has succeeded in his vile experiments." "And if the Doctor is right, High One, he would've given it the brain of our ancient enemy, Morbius." "Five minutes, Solon, you've got five minutes." "Doctor, I've spent my lifetime..." "You've spent your whole life resurrecting evil." "Now either you disconnect the brain or I'll do it my way." "Oh, no!" "I'll do it." "Five minutes, Solon." "I'll be back to count the pieces." "Oi, oi!" "I've done it." "Oh, I had the most terrible dream." "What?" "First of all, I was blinded." "Then I was attacked by a great claw thing, looked like it was made from a butcher's leftovers." "And then I was..." "Knocked down a flight of stairs." "How did you know?" "I was there." "You were?" "What happened to Mr Allsorts?" "Solon's dismantling him." "That's a switch." "Force majeure." "We're lucky he botched the operation." "The brain of Morbius and that body makes a terrifying combination." "For the sake of the future of the universe," "I had to make him destroy his handiwork." "Was he really that dangerous?" "Who, Morbius?" "Uh-huh." "There was a civilisation here once, now look at it." "There were other planets like it, all destroyed by Morbius, nothing but ashes." "Damn!" "I should've stayed with him." "Sonic screwdriver." "It's in the Tardis." "Oh!" "This time, Morbius, there'll be no mistakes." "Is it right that we should let the Doctor fight our battles for us?" "What are you saying?" "Morbius is our enemy also." "There is no proof." "No proof, Ohica, that the brain of Morbius still survives." "That was simply the Doctor's theory." "One that makes meaning of Solon's meaningless work." "And Solon himself is evil." "The blood of our sister Kelia stains his hands." "Away from the flame our powers fade." "Even if the Doctor is right," "there is little we can do to help..." "We should do the little we can." "If the Doctor faces both Solon and Morbius..." "Ohica!" "I am too old." "Too old and weak to leave the shrine." "I could not lead you." "Then let me, High One." "Give the order and let me lead the sisterhood." "There must be something we can do." "It's not like you to give up." "I mean, Solon has got to be stopped, hasn't he?" "There's a thousand tonnes of re-enforced concrete between us and Solon's laboratory." "I know these places." "Hydrogen plants are all built to the same basic design, the Scott Bailey principle." "I've got an idea." "I knew you would." "Solon must've kept his brain alive in a colloidal nutrient." "Hydrogen cyanide, Sarah, hydrogen cyanide." "HCN." "What?" "HCN." "HCN." "Prussic acid, good girl." "So what do we do now, drink ourselves to death?" "What are you looking for?" "Well, if you tell me, I can help you." "Is it big, is it small?" "What is it?" "I knew there'd be one." "Oh, come on, we're not going to get out through there?" "That isn't the idea." "That duct should lead to Solon's laboratory." "Are you suggesting..." "No, I'm not." "Then what?" "We've got all we need to make cyanogen." "Cyanogen." "Just a drop, two, three." "Stand back, Sarah." "I mean, well back." "Okay." "If we can create the right combustion conditions, something should happen." "How do we tell if it's worked?" "Well, if we're still here in a month..." "It hasn't worked." "Correct." "How many hours in a month?" "Hmm?" "I've done it." "Morbius, I've done it." "You will live." "You will..." "You will live again." "Cyanide." "How many seconds in a month?" "2,678,400." "(MORBIUS GROANS)" "Short month." "(SARAH GASPS)" "An ingenious idea, Doctor, but ineffectual." "Your poison affected only Solon." "I have the lungs of a birastropthe." "With a methane filter." "What does it feel like to be the biggest mongrel in the universe?" "Solon designed this body for efficiency, not for its appearance." "To be free again is all that matters." "Free to cause more havoc, more destruction?" "The Time Lords will not oppose me again, nor the sisterhood." "When it is learnt that I, Morbius, have returned from the grave, my followers will rise in their millions." "You really can't go on calling yourself Morbius." "There's very little of Morbius left." "Why don't you think of another name?" "Potpourri would be appropriate." "How about Chop Suey?" "Chop Suey, the galactic emperor?" "You will be the first to die." "Brain getting a little overheated is it?" "Careful, not as strong as it was." "My brain functions perfectly." "I doubt it, Morbius." "All that time in a tank, it's gone soft." "Would you dare put it to the test?" "What test?" "We have all the apparatus here." "I challenge you to a mind-bending contest." "I am a Time Lord of the first rank." "What are you?" "Nothing, nothing." "A mere nobody, but I don't think you're in the first rank any more." "Very well, Doctor." "If that is how you want to die, I accept your challenge." "There's a sporting gentleman." "What's mind-bending?" "Time Lord wrestling." "It's usually a game, but it can end in death lock." "It will, Doctor." "I, Morbius, do not play games." "Neither do I. Are you ready?" "En garde, Morbius." "Is you mind, Doctor, mine?" "Tom." "How far, Doctor?" "How long have you lived?" "Your puny mind is powerless against the strength of Morbius." "(MORBIUS YELLS INCOHERENTLY)" "Doctor?" "What has happened?" "I think he's dying." "(MORBIUS SCREAMS)" "The Time Lord dies." "Only the Elixir of Life can save him." "And we have none." "WHISPERING VOICE:" "Sacred fire." "Sacred flame." "Sacred..." "Enough has formed, Ohica." "Enough for the Doctor." "But High One, your own need." "Here, take it." "Perhaps the Doctor was right." "There should be an end." "Nectar?" "Stewed apricots." "No, custard." "Maren!" "She has sacrificed herself." "Was that the last?" "Without it, you would have died." "It was ordained." "And Morbius?" "He is destroyed." "We owe you thanks, Doctor..." "Oh, please Ohica, please." "No speeches of gratitude." "Sarah and I have an engagement." "We have?" "Come along." "Thank you, Ohica." "Goodbye, Sisters." "Oh, in case you have trouble with the chimney." "What are they?" "A mighty atom in a thunder flash." "There is some ancient writing here, Doctor." "Is it a Time Lord spell?" "What does it say?" "Light the blue touch paper and stand clear." "(WHOOSHING)"