"Doctor Who Season 7 054 Inferno (Part Seven,7/7)" "Original Air Date : 1970/ 6/ 20" " Go on, Doctor!" "Go now!" " I can't!" "It's still too erratic!" "Greg! ¹ø¿ª :" "Doctor!" "Sergeant!" "Over here!" "Quickly!" "What's the matter?" " It's the Doctor!" " I can see that." "Tell the Brigadier." "Right, Miss Shaw." "It's perfectly straightforward, Petra we boost all power circuits to maximum and that'll give us a further acceleration of ...three point six percent." "Well, do you find some fault in my calculations?" "Of course not, Professor Stahlman." "Well then, what's the matter?" "We're already twelve percent over the planned acceleration." "Well, another three percent'll take us well over the safety margin." "Oh, safety margins are for cautious old women like Sir Keith." "I know perfectly well what I'm doing." "Pass on my instructions please." "You look worried." "He's ordered a further acceleration three point six percent." " But he can't do that!" " I'm afraid he can." " We're pushing the safety limits now." " Yes, I know." "I'm gonna have a word with him." "Greg!" "It's no use!" " He usually listens to me, but this time" " But not any more, eh?" "Let's face it, Petra, he's losing his grip." "Professor Stahlman's been working on this project for years." " He must know what's going on." " But he can still make mistakes, can't he?" "If he makes one at this stage, it could be a lulu!" "Greg, let me talk to him first." "All right." "You go and soften him up and I'll close in for the kill." "Sir?" " Well, Benton?" " 'Scuse me, sir, but it's the Doctor" " he's...well, he's back." " Well, where is he?" "Well, he's in the hut, sir." "Miss Shaw's with him." " Right, I'll come back with you now." " Right, sir." "My dear Miss Williams, much as I value your services," "I must remind you that you're not in con trol of the..." "Professor!" "Professor Stahlman!" " Are you all right?" "You look ill." " Yes, I..." "I have a headache, that's all." " You really ought to go to the sickbay." " I'm perfectly all right." "Look, Professor Stahlman, this accelerated drilling, it just isn't on, you know." "Someone else is about to tell me how to run my own project." "Well, we should be slowing down at this stage, not forcing the pace." "The drilling will continue at the pace I decide." "Professor, you've been working on this project for years, right?" "What's the mad rush in the last few hours?" "We must reach penetration zero at the earliest possible moment." "Every...second..." "Professor?" "Professor?" "!" "You need a rest." "I don't want to discuss the matter any further." "Please carry out my instructions at once." "I thought you were supposed to soften him up?" "He just wasn't listening!" "Greg, he's ill!" " He had some sort of attack!" " Yes, I saw it." "Let's face it this whole thing's getting too much for him, he's cracking up." "Hearts beating steadily." " Both of them?" " Yes." "Well, what's the matter with him?" "Some sort of coma." "How long before he comes out of it?" "Difficult to say." "Could be a few hours ...a few months." " Months?" " Some people never recover." "I'll send for a doctor." "I happen to be a doctor, Brigadier,remember?" "Well, shouldn't he be in hospital?" "I think it'd be very dangerous to move him at all." " What, leave him here?" " Why not?" "It's quiet." "We can keep him warm." "Miss Shaw, I really think he needs medical attention." "Brigadier, I will look after him." "If you could spare me a moment, Professor?" "I've been checking an emergency flange on number two output pipe." " It was repaired some time ago." " Yes, well the man didn't do a very good job and at the rate we're drilling, that flange could blow at any moment." "Then what do you suggest?" "Well, if you could slow down the drilling rate, I can get a proper job done." "Another transparent excuse for delay!" "Excuse, nothing!" "At the speed we're drilling, we could blow this place sky high before you ever reach penetration zero." "Mr. Sutton, you're here on sufferance." "That being the case, I suggest..." "I'm here because I was sent for by Sir Keith!" "And believe me, working with you is no pleasure!" "Then I suggest you stop interfering in matters beyond your understanding." "I'm trying to help!" "I am supposed to be an advisor!" "Yes, one of Sir Keith's little army of experts." "Well, we don't need your advice, Mr. Sutton." "Now that ridiculous Doctor has gone, Sir Keith himself has gone, why don't you follow their example?" " And then we might make some progress." " Don't worry, I'll do just that!" "As far as I'm concerned you can blow yourself to kingdom come!" " Greg?" "!" "You're not serious, are you?" " Of course I'm serious." "If I can't do anything else, at least I can save my own neck." "Why don't you come with me?" " You're convinced there'll be a blow up!" " I'd take odds on it, well?" " I can't leave, you know that." " Loyal to the last, eh?" "I wish you'd change your mind about leaving. / Why?" "Well, if anything were to happen, I..." "I'd like to think you were here." " Just for the good of the project?" " No!" "Not entirely." "I've just got used to your being around." "Maybe I haven't been wasting my time down here after all?" "Hello." "Get me control." "Yes, I can hear the alarms." "Now this is Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart, now get me control!" "Hello, control?" "Lethbridge Stewart here." "Now, what's happening?" "Yes." "Yes, yes, yes, go on!" "How serious?" "Doctor!" "Number two...number two output pipe blown..." "Doctor, can you hear me?" "Number two output...output pipe..." "What did he say?" "Very dangerous...very dangerous... number two...output pipe blown." " How on earth did he know?" " What?" "The emergency flange on number two output pipe has blown." " It's just this minute happened!" " Listen..." "There's only...only one thing..." "one thing to do...reverse, huh...reverse all systems..." "reverse all systems immediately." " Reverse all systems." " Reverse all systems...!" " Delirious..." " Yes..." "He knew about the leak, almost as though he expected it." "But how could he?" "Look at him he's still in a coma." "Doctor, can you hear me?" "Doctor?" "Doctor?" "It's no good." "Keep an eye on him, Brigadier." "I think central control ought to know about this." "This is only a minor emergency!" " It can be contained!" " Professor, stop the drill!" "No, positively not." "Then you'd better do something and quick, Professor, otherwise you'll bust this place wide open!" " Have those riggers arrived yet?" " Look, an army of riggers are not going to get you out of this one!" "Oh, get back there, go on!" "Get back to your posts all of you!" "Back to the drill-head." "Look at him, he's out of his mind!" "He's not even trying to think of a solution!" "Is there one?" "!" " What would happen if you reversed all the systems?" " What?" " Reversed everything." "Well it's not such a crazy idea." "It's been done before." " With an oil shaft?" " Yes, in Arabia." "You push all the coolant down the output pipes and draw up the debris from the bottom of the shaft in the input pipes." " Reverse the vortex?" " Yes." " It's a possibility theoretically." "Professor Stahlman would never permit it!" " Just do it." " Why not?" "What about it, Petra?" "Come on!" " Well, I reckon it's working." " Seems to be." " That was a brilliant idea of yours." " Oh, it wasn't my idea." "Then who?" "No, don't tell me, the Doctor." " I heard he was back." " That's right, the Doctor." "I gave no such orders." "No, Professor Stahlman, I did." "Even you, Petra." "Doctor, are you all right?" "Liz?" "It is Liz?" "How are you, Doctor?" "Fine, Brigadier." "You know, you really do look better with that moustache." "Delirious, poor chap." "Doctor, you really ought to...rest." " You...you've been unconscious." " Yes, I'm very well aware of that." "Oh...oh, the pulse seems to be more or less normal... at a hundred and seventy." "Yeah, yes, both ticking away quite nicely." "Although the right one seems a fraction faster." "Still that's only to be expected, isn't it?" "Doctor, where did you go?" "Where did the TARDIS console take you?" "Same time, same place..." "only a different dimension." "It was a parallel world, Liz." "Terrible things are happening there terrible things." "It wasn't this Earth, and...yet it was." "I didn't go...backwards into the past, or forwards into the future." "I slipped sideways." " You must lie down." " Brigade Leader...?" "That technician, the one who went berserk and started killing people," " have you found him yet?" " No." " And Stahlman, how's he?" " Still as difficult as ever." " But no worse?" " Well, I haven't noticed." "How's the drilling?" "Sir Keith!" "My dear fellow, so you've come back to us after all." " So you're not dead?" "!" " Well, no, I came very close to it though." " Why, what happened?" " Car crash." " But you're not dead?" " You can see he's not dead." " The Doctor's been ill, sir." " That's excellent!" "Excellent!" "Well, yes, yes, I think so too!" "Brigadier," "I shall have to lay very serious charges against Professor Stahlman." "He ordered my chauffeur to delay my return." "So not everything runs parallel." " He's been ill, you say?" " Yes, a coma." "Yes, of course, of course, an infinity of universes!" "Ergo an infinite number of choices." "So free will is not an illusion after all!" " The pattern can be changed!" " Hello, get me the medical section will you?" " Thank you." " Now look..." " Yes, very well." " Now, wait a minute." "I'm not sick," "I'm not in need of a doctor and I'm not a raving idiot!" "No, no, no, of course not." "Perhaps you've...had some sort of nightmare." "He did disappear - we saw him!" "Sir Keith, unless we do something very, very quickly indeed," " there's going to be a disaster." " Well, how do you know, Doctor?" "Because I've already seen it!" "Professor Stahlman?" "!" "You must stop this drilling immediately!" "Who let this maniac back in here?" "!" "Do you hear me?" "Close down this operation now!" " Brigadier, arrest this man!" " Now listen to me, all of you!" "You are not to attempt to penetrate the Earth's crust!" " Brigadier, you hear what I say?" " Doctor, please?" "Now you get out of my light!" "Now stop this drilling!" "Doctor!" "Stop this drilling!" "You don't understand, do you?" "!" " Benton, get some help quickly!" "Now Doctor, calm down!" " You've got stop this drilling!" " You see?" "Completely demented!" " Stop this drilling!" "All right, Benton, go on!" "Take him to the sick bay" " and be careful I don't want him hurt!" " No, you can't!" "Now Liz, listen to me. computer there's a micro circuit missing!" " I'll look." "Will you treat him carefully?" "!" " Stop it!" "Stop this drilling!" "Brigadier, I hold you responsible." "Professor Stahlman, I'd like to speak to you please." "Ah, Sir Keith." "I thought you were supposed to be in London." "An accident?" "This is a direct consequence of your orders to my chauffeur." "Mmm?" "Huh!" "Ridiculous!" "Professor, the Minister would like you to report to him immediately ___..." " Oh, he would, would he?" " There's to be an inquiry into this project and,if I may say so, into your conduct." "You can make as many inquiries as you like, my dear Gold, after we've penetrated the Earth's crust." "Professor Stahlman, I'll be switching to robot controls in forty-nine minutes." "Thank you." "Any wrong, Professor?" " I feel...very cold in here." " Cold?" "Yeah, have the maintenance people raise the temperature." " But it's running normally." " Do as I say." "All of you leave this area immediately!" "Go on!" "I shall control the last phase of this operation alone." "Stand by in the drill-head there." "Now, go on!" "Get out,all of you, go on!" "Do as I say!" "he's just ordered them all out of there." "Now do you believe he's cracked up?" "Greg, the heat shield!" "Well, I'm sorry about this, gentlemen." "Professor Stahlman!" "Please!" "What's happening!" "What's going on in there?" "!" "Why don't you raise the heat shield?" "Because he's locked it down on manuals from the inside!" "What does the thing say now?" "Zero minus two minutes, fifty seconds" "The Doctor's right!" "It advises us to stop the drilling at once!" "Why don't you give the order, Sir Keith?" "Oh, I can't." "The order to close down must come from the Professor." " I have no authority to intervene." " Where's Stahlman?" "Zero minus two minutes, forty seconds" "He's locked himself in there!" "Good, then stop this infernal drilling." "Well, what are you waiting for?" "!" "Stop this drilling and start filling up that shaft!" "The data from the computer isn't conclusive Doctor,nor is Stahlman's behaviour." "We have no proof of an emergency situation." "Zerominustwominutes, twenty seconds." "Heat control shields now on stand-by." "Stahlman, get back!" "Sutton, the fire extinguishers!" " That's Stahlman?" " What's happened to him?" "Petra, the drill, close it down." " Cut off the nuclear power!" " But the drill will disintegrate!" "All the better!" "Prepare for emergency shutdown!" "Section one standing by." "Zerominusoneminute..." " Section two standing by." " Section three standing by." "...fortyseconds." "Hurry, hurry!" "Shutdown...now!" "Section one - shutdown." "Zerominusoneminute,thirtyseconds." "Section two - shutdown." "Finalpowerbuild-upnow completed." "Section three - shutdown." "Shutdown completed." "But it's still going on!" "Zerominusoneminute,twentyseconds." "That's the buffer controls at the drill-head - come on!" " Buffer controls?" " Oh, they it slow down by stages." "It'll keep going for at least five minutes." "The server switches are smashed!" " Is there anything you can do?" " I can only try." "Zerominusoneminute, zero seconds and counting." "Final countdown commences now." "Zerominusfiftyseconds." "Stand by." "Attention...attention..." "countdown drilling stopped atminusthirty-fiveseconds." "All systems are..." "Sir Keith, I think you'd better give orders..." " for that shaft to be filled in straight away." " Indeed, I will." "I'll send for a stretcher party." "¢ÜShine on, Martian moons, up in the sky!" "¢Ü Join in." "Liz, come on." "¢ÜShine on, shine on, Martian moon...¢Ü" "Sorry to disturb you, Doctor." "I just popped in to say goodbye." " Oh, are you leaving, Sir Keith?" " Everyone is." "Word came through this morning." "This project is being officially abandoned." "Well, I'm not sorry to hear that." "Well, what about the nuclear reactor?" "They're dismantling it tomorrow." "Oh, but there's time for me to use it just once more, I hope?" "Oh, yes, of course, with pleasure." "It's the least we can do." "Thank you, Sir Keith." "By the way, how's Sutton and Miss Williams?" " Oh, they've left already." " Together?" "Well, I believe he is driving her to London in his car." "Nothing like a nice happy ending, is there?" " No." "Well, er, goodbye, Doctor." " Goodbye, Sir Keith." " Goodbye, Miss Shaw." " Bye bye, Sir Keith." "Goodbye, Brigadier." "Oh, there's quite a lot of mopping up to do." "I shall be around for quite a while yet." "Oh ho, pity!" "Well, come on, Liz." "If we've got to link up to that nuclear reactor, we'd better get a move on." "Now, just a moment, Doctor..." "Doctor, you're not still tinkering with this machine after all the trouble it's caused us?" "The trouble it's caused you?" "!" "Doctor, if you hadn't chosen such a crucial moment to disappear, this whole business might have been cleared up a great deal sooner!" "Well, he did try to warn everybody, Brigadier." "And a fat lot of notice you all took!" "So, you went gallivanting off in a fit of pique!" "Brigadier, there are times when you strongly remind me of your other self!" "I shall leave at once." " In the TARDIS console?" " Naturally." "Oh, but Doctor, you can't!" "With the work that we did today, the TARDIS console is now fully operational." "We seem to have heard that before." "Goodbye, Liz." "I shall miss you, my dear." "But I've had about all I can stand of this pompous self-opinionated idiot here!" "Now see what you've done!" "Well, I didn't know he'd go off like that." "The man's so infernally touchy." "Well, I shall be most interested to see how you get on without him, Brigadier." "May I remind you, Miss Shaw,that you're still a serving member of UNIT?" " I don't entirely care for your tone." " I don't much care for yours either!" "No wonder the Doctor cleared off." " Welcome back!" " Where did you go?" "A few seconds forward in time... and a few hundred yards due east in space." "The rubbish tip?" "The rubbish tip." "Oh, dear!" "Erm," "Brigadier, my dear fellah," "I wonder whether I could borrow a couple of your stalwart chaps to give me a hand in bringing the TARDIS back?" "It's landed in rather an inaccessible position." ""Pompous, self-opinionated idiot" I believe you said, Doctor?" "Yes, well we...we don't want to bear a grudge for a few hasty words, do we?" "No, not after all the years that we've worked together." "Now come long, my dear fellah, put on a smile!" "Just remember..."