"Sincro: wyxchari" "You're wrong, Sergeant Benton." "That is the oldest trick in the book!" "What are you going to do?" "I am going to bring somebody here who can help me find the power that I need." "Without it, I am helpless!" "I don't understand!" "Of course you don't understand!" "How could you possibly understand?" "Only one thing stands between me and complete power over the Earth, over the universe itself." "Now the one I bring here will show me how to harness that power." "Now..." "You watch that crystal!" "Welcome!" "Welcome!" "I am Krasis, High priest of the temple of Poseidon in Atlantis!" "Poseidon?" "But surely Kronos is your lord?" "You would dare profane, with your irreverent tongue, the great secret?" "!" "The mystery which no man dare speak?" "!" "Who are you?" "I am the Master - lord of time and ruler of Kronos." "You are lying!" "No one rules Kronos!" "I shall, with your help." "You..." "And together we shall become masters of the universe." "Professor!" "Oh, let him go." "He can do us no harm now." "Come with me." "Is this the abode of lord Kronos?" "No, but with you to assist me, I shall bring him here." "I exist only to do his will." "He is not to be commanded." "Oh, but surely..." "Kronos obeys the priests of Kronos as a pet dog obeys his master?" "You...!" "The truth, Krasis?" "It is so written." "Ah." "Well, therefore you have the secret?" "You have the formula?" "No, it is lost." "For five centuries it has been lost to Atlantis." "And there was nothing can be done?" "Nothing." "Nothing at all?" "Nothing, save the crystal... and the seal of the high priest." "But that's it!" "From this seal, I can learn the true constants!" "Kronos is in my power at last!" "Rest - that's all you need at the moment, until your body recovers from the shock." "A charming prospect, I must say." "Hey, Ruth?" "You'd better find out about my old age pension." "After all, I'll be twenty-six in seven weeks time." "Oh, try not to be too bitter, Stu." "Oh..." "Doctor!" "Sergeant Benton?" "Doctor, it's the Master." "He's there in the laboratory." "But... how can Atlantian measurements mean anything to you?" "Comparative ratios remain constant throughout time." "If you have nothing intelligent to say, do please keep quiet!" "Right." "Now..." "We switch on." "Are you sure he said he was from Atlantis?" "Yes, he... he just appeared from nowhere." "Right, what are we waiting for?" "Benton, Doctor, on the double!" "Females stay under cover, right, Miss Grant?" "Brigadier - wait!" "Hey, wait for me!" "Females indeed!" "Doctor, look!" "It's a massive feedback of time." "Jo, it's too late." "Kronos is coming." "Come, Kronos, come!" "Kronos - welcome!" "No!" "Kronos, be at peace" " I am your friend!" "You will never control Kronos!" "He is the ruler of time!" "He is the destroyer!" "You are doomed!" "Rubbish!" "Kronos - hear me!" "I order you to obey!" "Well, well, well - so the pet dog does obey him master, eh?" "Right, you stay in your kennel until I have need of you." "Just as I thought - they've run right into trouble." "Jo, you stay here." "She'll be alright - now she's outside the limit." "What's the matter with them?" "What's happening?" "Are you alright?" "Well, what's going on?" "Don't worry." "The Doctor'll explain later..." "I hope." "What are you doing?" "Reversing the interstitial flow." "Now don't interrupt me." "I must concentrate." "You have not the power to control him!" "I shall have - never fear." "Just give me time." "Now, I must put him back where he belongs." "Well... well, what on earth?" "Doctor, will you... please kindly explain...?" "There's really no time to explain now." "Benton, take the chair." "Everybody inside - quick." "Right, it's safe to go in now, most noble high priest." "Thank you for your help." "I am no slave that I should serve you." "I serve only the gods." "You'll serve me, Krasis, and you'll like it." "You dare mock the high priest?" "Take care!" "I can always bring Kronos back, you know?" "No!" "No, I beseech you!" "What is your will?" "Knowledge - your knowledge of the ancient mysteries." "Why could I not control him?" "!" "For all your sorcery, you are as a child trying to control a rogue elephant." "A puny child!" "But I have the crystal!" "That crystal is but a part of the true crystal of Kronos - a small fraction!" "Fraction?" "And the rest is in Atlantis?" "Deep in the vaults of the temple of Poseidon, guarded by night and by day from such thieves as you." "You may command the slave but never shall you command the mighty one himself." "You think not?" "We shall see." "Do you see, most venerable king?" "The crystal has gone!" "And Krasis?" "I was here." "The sky opened and a sphere of fire whirled by the hand of Zeus..." "Yes, yes, yes, I saw the thunderstorm myself." "What next?" "They disappeared" " Krasis and the crystal together like smoke." "What does it mean, Lord Dalios?" "Has the time come at last?" "You are young, Hippias." "As young in years as in the sacred mysteries." "What do you know of..." "Kronos?" "The years of Kronos were the golden years of Atlantis." "Perhaps he will return to us." "That is my fear." "Our world is in great danger!" "Come!" "How old would you think me, boy?" "A great age, Dalios." "How great?" "Four score years or... more, perhaps." "A stripling of eighty summers, eh?" "No, Hippias, when these eyes were clear like yours, I saw the building of the temple." "I was a witness at the enthronement of the image of the great god Poseidon himself." "But, that was... well, it must have been five hundred years ago?" "Five hundred and thirty seven." "Dalios, will you have me believe you are...?" "I am." "What is it - that light?" "!" "It is the light of true crystal of Kronos." "This is the great secret, the veritable mystery." "But now that Krasis has gone, you alone know the secret." "You must guard it with your life." "I shall, my lord." "There is nothing to fear, it is the guardian." "Return to your rest!" "It is I, Dalios!" "What?" "Who was it?" "You said no other person shares the great mystery." "The guardian is a person no longer." "A thing, a creature, too horrible to imagine!" "Half-man, half-beast!" "Come." "Make yourselves comfortable... if you can." "Thank you." "Alright, Doctor, go on - what next?" "Having picked us all up by the scruff of the neck and bundled us all in here, what do you propose to do with us?" "Nothing at all." "There's nothing to be done except wait." "I seem to have heard that before." "Speaking personally, I'd like a cup of tea." "How about it, Stuart?" "Well, I'll put the kettle on." "Hey, Ruth, get the mugs out, er..." "Right." "How about a sandwich?" "Only marmalade, I'm afraid." "I'd love one, please." "This isn't a picnic!" "One moment you're talking about the entire universe blowing up, and the next you're going on about tea!" "Doctor!" "What's happening?" "A great deal." "For instance, you, Brigadier, you were caught in a hiatus in time." "Being without becoming!" "An ontological absurdity." "I don't understand a word you're saying." "Well, it's true." "You and Benton and Dr. Ingram, well, you were... you were stuck." "Nothing of the sort, Miss Grant." "Well, you wouldn't be aware of it, of course." "Because your time had slowed down too." "And all because of this TOMTIT gadget?" "Yes, so it would seem." "After all, it did make a crack in time, didn't it?" "A what?" "Oh, a gap between the now and the now, as Sergeant Benton put it." "Yes, exactly." "So we're bound to experience all kinds of freak side effects." "You mean, even leaving Kronos and the crystal right out of it?" "That's correct." "Marmalade sandwich?" "No, thank you." "Jo?" "Well, why weren't we affected when we were actually working the machine?" "I mean, we weren't slowed down." "Well, you stand right under a fountain, you don't necessarily get wet, do you?" "Oh, I see, mm." "Well, I'm dashed if I do." "Doctor, what are you doing?" "Me?" "Collecting." "Right!" "Now we shall soon be ready to move." "Master, he may return." "The mighty one may return!" "Oh, fortunate Atlantis - to be blessed with such a courageous high priest!" "Never fear" " Kronos will only return if I desire it." "But the crystal!" "I am reversing the interstitial flow, thus draining the time energy from the crystal." "Otherwise, we couldn't take it with us." "We?" "Where are we going?" "Where do you think?" "Atlantis, of course!" "Well, he must be stopped." "Fair enough." "Why don't we get on with it?" "Because we can't even find out what he's up to without the TARDIS." "Right, a bottle" " I need a bottle." "How about this?" "No, no, that won't do." "Erm, one with a narrow neck... a... a... a wine bottle." "Moroccan burgundy, for instance?" "Yes, that'll do nicely." "There we are." "Fine." "And the cork?" "Oh, you've got me there, I'm afraid, erm..." "How about this, Stu?" "Oh, remarkable efficiency!" "Still on the corkscrew." "Well done." "Doctor, I must insist - what are you up to?" "Delaying tactics, Brigadier." "A small fly in the Master's metaphorical ointment." "Right, nearly there." "The fire is dying!" "You are indeed the Master!" "Do give me a fork, Jo, will you?" "Right, so far, so good." "Another nutcase!" "Fruitcake standard!" "You just wait and see." "Right, Krasis, you'll have to help me to carry it." "No!" "No, I dare not!" "But there's nothing to be afraid of" " I promise you." "Do as I tell you!" "Master, do not compel me!" "I beseech you!" "And what's that meant to be?" "You're a philistine, Brigadier." "It's not meant to be anything - it just is" " I hope." "You mean it's just a ridiculous piece of modern art?" "No, certainly not." "It's a time-flow analogue." "Course it is, Ruth." "You should have seen that at a glance!" "The relationships between the different molecular bonds and the... actual shapes form a crystalline structure of ratios." "Does this make any sort of sense, Dr. Ingram?" "None whatsoever." "Just as I thought." "Doctor, please stop this silly game at once." "Patience, Brigadier, patience." "Now then, here goes." "Oh dear." "What's up?" "Well, it doesn't work." "You astound me." "Bad luck, Doc." "Have a cup of tea and drown your sorrows." "Thank you." "Tea!" "Yes, of course - tea leaves." "Tea leaves." "I give you my firm pledge, Krasis, the crystal is totally inactive." "It... it looks dead." "Well, of course it is." "I promise you." "Right, here we go." "No!" "No, the crystals afire!" "The great one comes again!" "The meddling fool!" "But what does it do?" "I mean, how does it actually affect the Master's plans." "Well, it's just like jamming a radio signal, Jo." "We used to make them at school to spoil each others time experiments." "I don't believe it!" "I just don't believe it!" "Ah, well." "Well, it was fun while it lasted." "Greyhound?" "Greyhound?" "This is Greyhound three." "Over." "Greyhound three" " Greyhound." "Thank you, Captain Yates." "And where have you been?" "Over." "Greyhound three." "Won't be long now, sir." "About ten miles or so." "Over." "Greyhound, well get your skates on, will you?" "We need the Doctor's TARDIS here double quick." "Out." "Greyhound three." "Wilco." "Out." "Images that move and speak!" "Wagons but no oxen to draw them." "This is indeed a time of wonders!" "I will show you greater wonders than either." "Master Lord, you will not bring the mighty one here once more." "Certainly not." "I will just give you a demonstration of my power over time." "Now, you watch this carefully." "Look out!" "Greyhound three?" "We're stuck in the mud." "Forced off the road by some goon in fancy dress" " I think." "Over." "Are you suffering from hallucinations, Captain Yates, or have you been drinking?" "Over." "I could do with one, I don't mind telling you!" "This character in armour just galloped at us." "Do you know, sir?" "The King Arthur bit, then he vanished." "In a puff of blue smoke, I suppose?" "You have been drinking!" "And that, Captain Yates, was just a sample." "Right, Sergeant, get a shift on." "I want to get out of here." "Right, lads, everybody out!" "Right, Sergeant..." "Open your _." "Look, sir." "Give fire to _." "Hey!" "What do you think you're up to?" "!" "Get down!" "Blithering idiot means it!" "Greyhound?" "Greyhound?" "Over." "I'm listening, Captain Yates, over?" "Another hallucination, sir." "Roundheads attacking us with ball ammunition." "Cannonballs in fact!" "Out!" "Captain Yates, if this is some sort of a joke, I...!" "Believe me, Brigadier, this is no kind of a joke." "This is deadly serious." "Alright, Doctor, you tell me what's going on." "Well, don't you see?" "Roundheads?" "Horsemen in armour?" "The Master's using that crystal to bring them back in time." "So why don't we get over there and stop him?" "Because it would be suicide to go anywhere without the protection of the TARDIS." "And that's stuck in the mud being battered by a load of Roundheads." "We'd better go and fetch it." "Come on." "Come on, Jo." "Brigadier, are you coming?" "Yes." "Benton, you'd better stay here." "If the Master shows his face, you know what to do." "Yes, sir." "Can I come, Brigadier?" "I've always fancied myself as a bit of a cavalier!" "Sorry, you'd better stay here with the Sergeant." "But, Brigadier..." "You're the only people who can handle that infernal machine, apart from the Doctor." "I must ask you to place yourself under the Sergeant's command." "Both of you - right?" "Full of old world charm, isn't he?" "Do buck up, Lethbridge Stewart." "Sorry, Doctor, a matter of some urgency." "Better go under my own steam." "Cheers - see you there." "Try not to be far behind." "But why?" "Do you fear this machine so much?" "I fear nothing." "It's just that I intend to go to Atlantis and I don't want my enemy to follow us." "Now get on with it, you seventeenth century poltroons!" "I could have told you that wouldn't work, Captain Yates." "Now... stand by to duck, for here comes the grand finale." "What's that?" "Sounds like a motorbike." "Yeah, but... it's coming from the sky." "Doctor?" "Mmm?" "There's something wrong with the engine." "Never - why?" "Well, listen - there's a funny noise." "Oh no!" "What's up?" "Listen." "That sounds like... no, it can't be!" "Oh yes, it can." "It's displaced in time, but that's real enough - that's a V1." "What?" "A V1, a doodlebug, a... buzzbomb." "The Germans used them towards the end of the Hitler war." "Well, what did they do?" "Blew up sizeable chunks of London." "It that engine cuts out, then fall flat on your face because that'll mean its on the way down." "Look, there's the convoy." "Greyhound three, greyhound three, can you hear me, Captain Yates?" "Over." "Greyhound three, I can only just hear you, over." "Yates, that thing is a bomb and its on its way to you - over!" "Say again, say again, I cannot read you, over." "Jo, out of the car." "Get down!" "Yates, get out of it, man!" "It's a bomb, it's a bomb!" "Get out of it, Yates!" "Alright, lads!" "It's a bomb!" "Dive!" "Yates?" "Yates, can you hear me?" "Yates, can you hear me?" "Can you hear me?" "Over!" "Mike, can you hear me?" "!"