"Subtitles:" "Doctor Who Transcript Project" "Doctor Who Season 7 The Ambassadors of Death 5 of 7" "Original Air Date: 1970/04/18" "Sir James." "No, don't!" "Brigadier, don't try stop him." "Keep back, man, keep back!" "No, there's no point in trying to follow him, there's nothing we can do." "Do you really think they're not human?" "Well, I intend to find out." "Do you know where Reegan's taken the third one?" "No." "Don't ask so many questions." "Is Reegan in charge?" "No, he works for someone." " Someone high up." " He's got to be stopped." " You won't get away again." " But you might." "Doctor?" "Look at these bullets, flattened." "Yes, deflected by some sort of force field, I should think." "So there's no way of stopping them?" "Not with bullets." "Strong radioactive trace as far as the road outside sir and then nothing." "Thank you Benton." "So, they were taken away in a vehicle." "Somebody's using these creatures, Brigadier." "They're not free agents." "They were brought to Earth for some purpose." "Conquest?" "Possibly." "Or is that we are supposed to think?" "What's the rate of fuel consumption?" "For the first two and a half minutes fifteen tons per second." "We have to use a mixture of standard fuel... and the new M3 variant." "Has that ever been done before?" "No, we can't get enough of the standard fuel in time." "Hasn't the death of Sir James Quinlan made things any easier for you?" "Harder." "Thank you." "Everything's wrapped up in red tape until they appoint a successor." "This is your medical report, Doctor." "Yes, well, don't let's bother about that for the time being." "This is incredible." " According to this, you..." " Yes." "Yes, I know, I..." "I told you everything would be all right." "What've you done to it?" "It's had a busy time." "Busy?" "Doing what?" "Killing." "Who's been killed?" "Some of your friends from UNIT." "The Brigadier?" "No, I'm afraid not." "Just some of the other ranks." "What happened?" "One touch from him and down they go." " And no one resisted?" " They tried." "Bullets just bounce off them." "With these three you could do anything." "Walk into Fort Knox and help yourself." "Well, that's what you're going to do with them, is it?" "I might!" "Keep feeding them radiation I've got a lot more work for him to do." "Tony." "Lock that main door then come through and see me." "Well, you're working for a murderer." " Reegan was just boasting." " You don't believe that." "Look, it's got nothing to do with me, Miss Shaw." "I'm paid to look after them." "You are just as guilty as if you killed those people yourself." "Well?" "What are you going to do about it?" "What can I do?" "I'm too much involved." "You could go to UNIT and tell them where we are." " Reegan would kill me." " Go to Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart, he'll give you protective custody... you'll be safe." "Anyway, I can't leave here now." "Reegan's taken away my key to that door." "Then you'll just have to talk your way out." "I understand you're going ahead with launching this rocket." " Yes." " I absolutely forbid it." "You haven't the authority to forbid it, General." "What have you got against it?" "Sir James Quinlan murdered, alien creatures attacking the Space Centre, the sudden death of Doctor Taltalian." " This is obviously just the beginning." " The beginning of what?" "An alien invasion with the collaboration of a foreign power." "All the more reason for me to go up in that rocket..." " ...and find out what's happened up there." " Are you a trained astronaut, sir?" "He's perfectly capable of making the trip." "I have his medical report here." "You haven't answered my question, Doctor." "You haven't answered mine, why are you opposed to this launch?" "Could this rocket carry a nuclear warhead?" "Yes." "Then, that's what it should be used for." "Since we don't know what's up there, wouldn't it be more intelligent to carry a man rather than a bomb?" "I might remind you gentlemen that I am responsible for Space Security." "And I am responsible for this Space Centre." "This launch was against the expressed wishes of Sir James Quinlan." "Then I suggest you take the matter up with his successor... when he's been appointed." "I shall go to the highest authority to have you stopped." "Then you'd better get on with it, General." "We blast off in two hours time." "It's recovering." "So Reegan, can commit more murders?" "You're the only one who can stop it." " You'll have to get a message out." " You know that's impossible." "There's the telephone you're allowed to use it." "All calls are monitored." "Then you'll have to go yourself." "You want to see Reegan." "Tell him the isotopes are running low and we've got to get some more." " He won't believe me." " Try." "I want to see Mr. Reegan." "It's urgent." " It'll have to wait." " I said it's urgent." "He's in London." " Meeting with the Boss." " These creatures are dying." "How can you tell?" "Look at the readings, you can see for yourself." "This dial here... it should be at maximum." "Why didn't you tell Reegan this before?" "It's only just happened, we don't understand it." "We're running out of Isotopes." "I've got to go and get more." "No-one is to leave here." "Then you'll be responsible, if they die." " I'll call Reegan on the phone." " There isn't time for that." "I've got to go now or it'll be too late." "Look here, I'm not a prisoner here." "Reegan took your key away." "Yes, but that was because the girl tried to escape." "You're supposed to be guarding her, not me." "Now, open that door." "I'll be back as soon as I can." "Keep an eye on that girl." "Fuel injection report:" "Forty percent now loaded." "Will switch to M3 variant at sixty-five percent." "Fuel injection report acknowledged." "Communications circuit check, now underway." "Everything go condition." "Time you were in the preparation room, Doctor." "Right." "Why've you advanced lift-off time?" "Well, there seems to be some sort of official opposition to my going." "General Carrington's trying to stop the launch." "Is he?" "Astronaut now due in preparation chamber." "Right, I must be off." " There's a call for you, Brigadier." " Thank you." "Lethbridge Stewart." "It's Sergeant Benton here, sir." "Yes, Benton?" "A man called Lennox has just turned up out of the blue." "He's very agitated." "Says he knows something about the missing astronauts." "What did he tell you?" "Nothing sir." "Said he'll only talk to you in person." "What do you make of him, Benton?" "He seems frightened." "Scared out of his wits." "He wants us to put him into protective custody." "Put him into one of the cells." "Shall I tell him you're coming back to see him, sir?" "Yes, but I've got to finish my security checks here." "I'll be back as soon as possible." "You're putting me in here?" "Look sir, you wanted protective custody." "You can't be safer than in a cell." " What's out there?" " It's just the yard, sir." "What are you so frightened of?" "I can only tell the Brigadier, how long will he be?" "He'll be back as soon as he can, sir." "I'll get you a cup of tea and something to read." "No, no thank you." "Lock the door, won't you?" "Yes sir, I'll lock the door." "Report on Astronaut readiness, please." "Astronaut ready." "Now proceeding through quarantine area to capsule." "Hello, Brigadier." "What are you doing here?" "I thought I'd see you off." "They told me to wait here." "What is this place?" "Some sort of waiting room, I imagine, in case there's any hold-up for the astronauts." "Not very impressive for one's last sight of Earth, is it?" "Astronaut to proceed now to capsule." "Well goodbye, Doctor." "Good luck." "Goodbye Brigadier." "And thank you." "I told you no one was to leave here." "But he said they were dying." "How would you know?" "Well, she said so too." "So, you put him up to this." " There's nothing wrong with them." " We thought they were dying." "The readings haven't changed since I left." "Where's he gone?" "He's gone to get more Isotopes." "You're lying." "Did you send him to see your friends at UNIT?" "Answer me." "All right." "He's gone to see Lethbridge Stewart." "You're too late." "Don't you believe it." "Watch her." " Don't try anything." " It's all right." "I won't hurt you." "Give me the direct line." "This is Reegan, listen, we're in trouble." "Lennox has gone to UNIT." "All right, you take care of Lennox, I'll take care of the Doctor." "Fuel injection report:" "Fifty percent loaded." "Fuel injection report acknowledged." "Control to capsule, have you completed your instrument check?" "Yes." "Yes, everything seems to be working all right." "Capsule reports is from systems at go." "How much longer have I got to wait in here?" "We are now zero minus thirty." "Three, zero, minutes." "I take it you mean half an hour." "How's the fuel situation?" "We now have fifty - five, o percent inboard." "Will switch to the M3 variant at sixty-five percent." "Well, can't you hurry it up?" "We can't hurry the M3 variant." "It's highly volatile." "Well, I still think you could add a higher proportion of M3." "And remember the extra G-force wouldn't worry me." "It would worry you if the rocket blew up on lift off." "I'm not taking the risk." "And where do you think you're going?" "They want me at fuel control, there's a breakdown." "That's news to me." "Where's your pass?" "Life support systems check all at go." "Life support systems at go acknowledged" "Attention:" "Fuel injection malfunction." "Control to fuel bay:" "Check all fuel injection circuits." "Now what's the matter?" "Temporary fuel injection malfunction." "We're checking it out." "Fuel injection systems now functioning normally." "All right, Doctor." "It's self-rectified." "I've brought you some food." "Thank you." "Lock the door, won't you?" "Yes, I will." " What happened?" " The mechanic hit me." "He's gone to the fuel bay." "Final check completed, all systems now go." "You all set, Doctor?" "Lift-off, fifteen seconds." "About time too." "Right." "Final countdown." "Now!" "Ten, nine, eight... seven... six, five, four..." " Stop the countdown." " ...three..." " two...one..." " Controller you must stop lift-off." "Zero." "It's too late." "We have lift off." "We have lift off." "Twenty percent in excess and rising." "Reduce fuel burn rate." "Sabotage in the fuel bay." "Fuel burn rate will not reduce." "Computer calculates fuel burn rate indicates forty-eight percent." "Forty-eight Percent." "Why?" "What will happen?" "Reduce flame apertures!" "In twenty percent in excess of planned lift-off speed, he'll blow himself out of Earth's orbit go into the sun." "Apertures will not close on automatic owing to excessive heat." "Lift-off speed now thirty percent in excess." "Doctor, can you operate manual control on flame aperture to reduce speed?" "Doctor, do you read me?" "I can hear you." "G-force, hard to break." "Can you operate manual control?" "I'll try." "Lift off speed now thirty-seven percent in excess." "Computer calculates capsule will go into sun orbit in fifteen minutes." "Doctor, are the controls responding?" "No, there's no response." "Must be an excess heat." "Can you jettison stage one prematurely?" "If we do that you may never get into orbit at all." "If you jettison stage one, there's a chance the excess momentum will put me into orbit." "A very thin chance." "Better than going into orbit round the sun." "Please, jettison stage one, now." "Jettison stage one, now." "Stage one now jettisoned." "Radar check:" "Stage one exploded immediately after separation." "Thank you Mr. Cornish," "I'm very much obliged." "Speed now reducing to normal." "Stage two:" "Fifteen seconds to separation." "Well, that seems to have done it." "What went wrong Mr. Cornish?" "Sabotage, Doctor." "Too much M3 variant in the fuel." "They're very persistent, aren't they?" "Stage two jettisoned." "Thirty second burn on stage three rocket... and you'll be in orbit." "Control to Capsule:" "Do you have visual contact yet?" "If you mean, can I see it?" "Well, the answer is no." "You are within half a mile of Mars Probe 7 and converging." "Change attitude of capsule three degrees to starboard, now." "Change attitude of capsule three degrees to starboard, now." "All right, all right." "More haste less speed, Mr. Cornish." "I see it." "I see it." "Manoeuvring for linkup now." "Well, I've linked up all right." "Moving through into Mars Probe 7 now." "Doctor, be careful." "We don't really now what's in there." "Nonsense man." "Your three astronauts are in there." "Injecting air into the tunnel, now." "Large unidentified object... converging with Mars Probe 7, on collision course." "Estimated speed:" "Seven thousand miles per hour, but decreasing." "Doctor, a large unidentified object is approaching." "You on collision course." "Take evasive action."