"Sincro: wyxchari" "Take cover!" "Now you stay here!" "I've got to try and stop this senseless killing somehow!" "It won't do any good, Doctor." "They just won't listen to you." "It's always the innocent bystanders who suffer." "And what's that supposed to mean?" "I'm afraid you're both about to become the victims of stray bullets!" "Winton!" "Winton!" "You've got to stop this!" "I agree." "Don't you agree, Adjudicator?" "You must do something." "Tell your men to surrender." "Tell them!" "Drop your guns!" "Now take them away and keep them under guard." "Move!" "Right, take some men." "Get over to the IMC spaceship and lock the rest of the crew in their quarters." "Let's go and see if we can help with the wounded." "Okay." "Well, we've done it." "You've made us look like criminals!" "You do realize that, don't you?" "You seem to have achieved a temporary victory, young man." "What do you think is gonna happen next?" "Now we declare this planet's independence." "I'm sure that some people from Earth would want to join us." "What, join you in starvation on this miserable planet?" "We no longer need your services here, sir." "Escort the Adjudicator back to his spaceship." "I think you do need my services." "Why?" "Unless you want Earth to send a space fleet to wipe you out, you need someone to adjudicate for you." "Then you are willing to help us?" "Yes, I am." "Mind you, I think that you've acted very... foolishly, but..." "I've been impressed by your courage and determination." "Now, Ashe and I have had what could be a very fruitful discussion." "What discussion?" "You'd already decided against us." "Well it appears that this planet of yours has some claim to preservation on the grounds of historical interest." "Now, if I could investigate those claims, things could be very different." "Investigate?" "Yes." "I should like to go to the Primitive City." "I urge you not to trust this man - he's an imposter!" "My dear Doctor, how can you possibly know that?" "I tell you that he's not the Adjudicator!" "If he wants to go to the Primitive City, it's for some purpose of his own." "Can you substantiate these accusations?" "Why don't you check his credentials with Earth?" "Ah..." "Talking of credentials, might we see yours?" "Well, no, he just... "arrived" here." "Does anybody know who he is?" "Where he came from?" "Has he in fact given a proper account of himself?" "Exactly." "Well now, gentlemen, I think we can continue our discussion... uninterrupted." "I'm sorry, Doctor." "I repeat - do not trust that man!" "Doctor, at present I have no reason to trust either of you." "All I'm worried about is getting Dent and his friends off this planet." "Doctor, what's happening?" "The Master has them eating out of his hand." "Did you tell them who he really was?" "I tried to." "And they didn't believe you?" "No, why should they?" "I've got to get some real evidence." "Huh, where do we find that?" "In his TARDIS, perhaps?" "I didn't see the Master's horse box here?" "My dear Jo, a TARDIS can change its shape, you know." "He changed his to look like the Adjudicator's spaceship." "How do we get in?" "With this." "Don't you remember?" "When the Master first came to Earth, I got a hold of the key to his TARDIS." "I always thought it might come in useful." "Come on, move!" "In you go!" "Go on!" "In!" "Right, you're leaving!" "Your arms and ammunition are in our hands." "Start getting ready for take-off." "And when we get back to Earth, I'll send a fleet to wipe you out." "Oh, don't be too sure." "The adjudicator's changed his decision." "He's on our side now." "You're lying!" "Why should he?" "!" "You'll see." "Now get off this planet!" "Well, you seem to have lost this one, Dent." "Not yet." "Caldwell, go and release the guards." "Morgan, contact Earth." "I want a check on this Adjudicator - priority red-one." "Why?" "What's the use?" "I gave you an order, Caldwell." "IMC spaceship?" "By the way, Captain Dent, I've taken some explosive from your store and placed it under your ship." "Unless you take off immediately, it will be detonated." "Winton out." "A very resourceful young man." "He's bluffing." "I don't think so." "You're giving in!" "You're right, Doctor." "It is a TARDIS." "Yes." "A slightly more advanced model, actually." "Jo, stop." "Don't move." "There's an alarm beam here somewhere." "Now move back very slowly one pace." "Now stand quite still." "There it is." "This doesn't give us much room to get under - about a foot." "Right, get very flat, on the ground." "All right?" "Yeah." "Quite flat." "_ That's it - wriggle away." "That's it." "Well done." "Well done, come on." "Come on, Right, stay there." "Stay there." "Right, give me your hand." "Good, well done Jo." "Right, let's see what we can find before the Master gets back." "Maintain parking orbit." "Parking orbit stabilized." "Message from Earth control." "Get it, Morgan." "It's that identification check you wanted on the Adjudicator." "Well, that can't be much help now, can it?" "It might." "Whoever that man is, down on that planet, he isn't the Adjudicator." "Well, you'd better contact Earth!" "And admit we've been made fools of?" "We'll handle this ourselves." "Prepare to go into..." "landing orbit." "Ah..." "What is it?" "It's a mineralogical survey report about this planet." "Do you think he's after that duralinium stuff like the IMC people?" "Duralinium." "There's a lot of other survey reports here too." "He's visited a lot of planets recently." "He must be looking for something." "Doctor, look." "These must be the real adjudicator's credentials." "Ah ha." "Now that's more like it." "Well done, Jo." "I'll look after these if you don't mind." "Aren't you going to show those credentials to Ashe?" "Yes, of course I am." "But I'd like to find out why the Master came to this planet." "Oh, Doctor." "Do come on." "Well, this is the last of our..." "Just a minute, Ashe." "Doctor, please hurry up!" "The Master might come back." "I'm coming, Jo." "Jo, you're standing in the alarm beam!" "Doctor..." "I can't breathe...!" "Gas!" "This is the area surrounding the Primitive city." "But you have no map of the City itself?" "Well, we never go there." "It's too dangerous." "So really, nobody knows exactly what's in there?" "Oh yes, the Doctor does." "Why did he go there?" "He went to get Jo Grant." "The Primitives had taken her." "Err, shall I go and get him for you?" "No, no." "That won't be necessary." "I think I know where he is." "Keep main retrorockets steady." "Thirty meters - descent rate at minimum." "Activate landing stabilizers." "Landing stabilizers in position." "Report on altitude." "Twenty meters... fifteen meters..." "Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five..." "Three... one..." "We have contact." "Cut motors." "Send in the security guard leaders." "We have no time to waste." "Suppose the colonists are waiting for you?" "They won't be." "They could have seen us come down." "Impossible." "We've landed on the other side of a range of hills." "That's why we landed here." "We've landed approximately fifty kilometers from the colonists' main dome." "We can be there is two and a half hours." "It'll be dark by then." "Thank you Morgan." "You've been defeated and disarmed by a group of farmers." "Now is your chance to wipe out this black mark on your records." "That's very inspiring." "Your reputation's at stake as well, Caldwell." "Our objective is a simple one - to avenge our humiliation and put paid to these colonists." "But just remember - they've got the guns." "Well, Doctor, still pursuing burglary, eh?" "Hmm!" "You know, when you stole my dematerialization circuit, I decided to build in a few precautions." "What have you done... what have you done to her this time?" "The same as I did to you - a simple sleep gas." "Mind you, I could just have easily used a lethal one." "What stopped you?" "I want to use your services as a guide, Doctor." "You're going to take me to the Primitive City." "What do you want there?" "That's no concern of yours - but you will do what I ask?" "I take it that Miss Grant is to be held here as a hostage." "You know, you really are most unimaginative." "Ah, tried and true methods are the best." "Well, Doctor?" "Where's the Adjudicator?" "It's time we sent him back to Earth." "I don't know." "Where is he Ashe?" "I think he went to see the Doctor." "There's no sign of either of them." "Now what are they up to?" "Oh, perhaps they went to the Adjudicators spaceship." "I've just radioed to it and there's no reply." "When are you going to issue these IMC guns to our people?" "I'm not." "I want these guns issued, Ashe!" "Those monsters were faked and the IMC men have gone." "Those are military weapons." "We don't need them." "What if the Earth government send troops?" "If the Adjudicator helps us, it should never come to that!" "Very well." "I'll go and check up on the guards." "Yes, well try not to nod off altogether!" "We've still got the Primitives to worry about, you know." "You worry too much, Winton." "Tony?" "Tony?" "How did you...?" "Why have you come back here?" "To reclaim our property." "You're to leave those where they are!" "Get them!" "What are you going to do?" "You'll find out." "Cover him." "Guards!" "Over here, quick!" "Come with me." "Get up!" "Hold your fire!" "If you want your leader alive, drop your guns!" "And you said we didn't need those guns, Ashe!" "Well done." "It was a pleasure." "Make sure the rest of the dome is secure." "Round up any strays and take their guns." "Take good care of him." "We must have him fit for the trial." "Trial?" "What trial?" "And what are you going to charge us with?" "Trespass?" "No - treason." "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Doctor." "But it's light now." "We can set off." "Doctor, let me show you this." "I just have to press this button on here... and Miss Grant's cubicle will immediately be flooded with lethal gas." "You realize, of course, it can be extremely dangerous taking you to the Primitive city?" "Don't worry about my welfare, Doctor." "Keep thinking of Miss Grant's." "Right Doctor, the buggy is over there." "As legally appointed governor of this planet, I declare this court in session." "Morgan?" "You are charged with destroying property and equipment belonging to the Interplanetary Mining Corporation, assault and murder of IMC personnel, trespass on a planet lawfully allocated to IMC and armed rebellion against the lawful representatives of the Earth's government." "How do you plead?" "This whole business is a joke!" "I advise you to take it very seriously." "Have you anything to say in your own defense?" "Everything we've done has been provoked by you!" "This planet is rightfully ours!" "The only mistake we made was not killing you when we had the chance!" "You will do yourself no good by this hostile attitude - nor by repeating slanderous allegations, which have already been dismissed by the Adjudicator." "Well, why isn't the Adjudicator taking this trial?" "What right have you to sit..." "You still don't realize the position, Ashe." "The Adjudicator's authority passed to me when he made his decision." "I am now the legal ruler of this planet." "Now for the last time, have you anything to say?" "I agree with Winton - this trial is a farce!" "I take it you admit the charges?" "We've admitted nothing!" "On three of these charges, you could be sentenced to life imprisonment." "On two you could be sentenced to death." "The sentence is... execution." "However, the sentence will be suspended on condition that you and your followers depart this planet immediately." "But that's impossible!" "The alternative is execution." "You don't understand." "That spaceship was old when we bought it." "It won't survive another trip." "The trial is now concluded." "If you send us up in that spaceship, you're condemning all of us to death!" "You will make preparations for lift off immediately." "Yeah, well, you stay there" " I'll go and shift that irrigation pipe." "Doctor?" "I hope you're not going to try anything clever?" "Remember Miss Grant?" "I'll remember." "Look out!" "Don't forget that you're still my prisoner." "Oh, come now, Doctor." "Not that old trick." "Is that what you're frightened of, Doctor?" "Savages hurling stones and spears?" "This is just the beginning." "Well, maybe." "Let's be on our way, shall we?" "What?" "With this?" "Somewhat clapped out and broken, isn't it?" "In that case, we'd better walk." "Why not?" "By order of Captain Dent, all colonists must be on the ship one hour before blast off." "There can be no exceptions." "Each of you can bring luggage to weigh not more than seven kilos." "Satisfied?" "I don't arrange these things." "Did you check our ship?" "Yes, I've looked over it." "It's not what I call brand new." "It was obsolete when we bought it!" "You know, I don't understand you people..." "Anything's better than living on Earth!" "You mean risking your lives coming to a place like this?" "Look, that ship of ours will never make another journey - you must realize that!" "I've checked the motors." "They'll be all right." "Would you blast off in it?" "You'll make out." "We won't and you know it!" "If you don't help us, we're all going to die!" "I've checked every inch of the dome!" "There's no sign of him!" "I want to see this fake Adjudicator." "He's playing some game of his own and I must know what it is." "Have you tried his ship?" "The hatches are sealed." "Caldwell, go with Morgan." "Get inside that ship." "Use explosives if you have to." "Give me a moment." "I've just been checking over the colonists' spaceship." "Well?" "Ashe is right." "It's in pretty bad shape." "There's a fair chance it may blow up on the ground!" "Make sure all IMC personnel are clear of the area before take-off, will you?" "Well, Caldwell?" "We've got a job to do." "Well?" "This is it." "This is the entrance." "Is it?" "How do we get in?" "I haven't the remotest idea." "Doctor?" "No good." "Nothing seems to shift it." "Well, we'll have to use explosives then." "Hey, wait a minute." "Try this." "Wait." "Look, that girl!" "What's that bleeping noise?" "Someone's trying to rescue Miss Grant." "No, you can't!" "I warned you, Doctor!" "No!"