"Doctor Who Season 7 051 Spearhead from Space (Part Two,2/4)" "Original Air Date : 1970/ 1/ 10" "Stop!" "Stop firing, you fool!" " What happened?" " Gave us no warning, sir." "How could he with his mouth taped?" "Is he dead, sir?" "No..." "Unconscious?" "Yes, he's more unconscious than anyone I've ever seen." "Have a look at this EEG." "EEG?" "This machine registers the electrical activity of the brain." "Normally the line fluctuates considerably... even when the patient is unconscious." " Not a lot going on, is there?" " Nothing whatsoever." "Completely passive." "Perhaps that bullet did more damage than you suspected?" "No, it only caused a slight burn on the scalp." "It couldn't possibly account for this condition." "Then what is the cause?" "Could it be shock?" "Could be, but I doubt it." "No, he's is such a deep coma that I'd say it was.../ Is what?" "Self-induced." "Is that possible?" "For you or for me, no." "But we're dealing here with a completely alien physiology." "All I can do is guess." "Well, is it safe to move him?" "I honestly don't know, but I'd advise against it." "Oh, very well.You'll keep me informed of any change in his condition?" " Yes, of course." " Thank you." " Oh, by the way..." " Yes?" "We found this in his hand when he was brought in." "We had to prise his fingers open." "He was really hanging on to it." "The police box is on its way back to headquarters,so you can double the guard here." "Very good, sir." " Where's this meteorite your chaps found?" " Here we are, sir." "It's all we could find, sir." "It must have broken up when it hit the ground." "It's light, very light." "Mmm." "Is it some sort of plastic, sir?" "Yes, possibly." "I'll take it back with me." "Have it taken to my car, will you?" " Yes, sir." "Hawkins." "Keep a twenty-four hour guard." "It's possible these people might try again." "Right, sir." "What puzzle me is why they should want to abduct the Doctor." " Could he be tied up with them in any way, sir?" " Yes, it's possible." " Anyone get a good look at them?" " I have a picture of one of them, sir." "He was here earlier posing as a reporter." "How did you get this?" "I made a check on all the pressmen, sir." "One of the photographers took this shot when you arrived with Miss Shaw and two of the nurses saw this man leading the raiding party." "What about the others?" "I only got a glimpse of them, sir." "There was something..." "something odd about their faces..." "There are a lot of changes." "And you're new, aren't new?" "That's my workshop or rather, it was." "What the devil's been going on here?" "Yes, send him in." "John, come in!" "We weren't expecting you." "Weren't you?" "What's all this about?" " The letter explains everything." " It explains nothing!" "Look.." "When I invented this doll, you promised me full backing." "You sent me to the States to interest the Americans in joint production." "You said, that if it all worked out, then you'd make me a partner." "Well, here it all is." "Agreements ready to sign, advance orders,the lot." "And what do I find on the mat when I get home?" "A letter giving me the push!" "Look, we worked on this project together." "Well, you helped me finish the designs." "Now you've put the chop on it just like that!" "For heaven's sake, George, you owe me some sort of an explanation." "It's a...i...i... it's the new policy." "We've, er, got a new policy." "What's happened to this place?" "Most of the staff gone, security notices everywhere..." "We're developing a new process." "It's all...very secret." " We've, er, changed everything." " I'll say you have!" "The whole layout of the factory floor is different." "Yeah, and my workshop, what's in there now?" "Stay away from there, John." " But what about my equipment?" " We'll...we'll send it to you." "Just like that?" "I don't think you should've come here, John." "You must go away..." "at once." "It's not safe." "What's the matter?" "You keeping saying °we±." "°We've got a new policy± Well, who is °we±?" "There's no point in going on with this, Mr. Ransome." "Goodbye." "Look, if there's anything wrong, perhaps I can help you?" "There's nothing wrong." "My letter explained everything." "Goodbye." " Am I interrupting?" " Yes." " Getting on all right?" " Fine, just fine." "Sorry about the makeshift conditions here, but we had to set this lab up for you in rather a hurry." "Fine, just fine." " Found out what it's made of?" " No, but it isn't a meteorite." " You've established that much?" " Meteorites are the debris from comets." "This has been manufactured." "And it comes from space?" "Er, there are some faint traces of heat fusion." "Well, it's possible." " Still sceptical?" " Of course." "I deal with facts, not science fiction ideas." "Miss Shaw, I'm not a fool, I don't chase shadows." "What you don't understand is that there might... there is a remote possibility that outside your cosy little world other things could exist." " No need to get tetchy." " Well, sometimes you can be very aggravating." "Me?" "What about you?" "You really believe in a man who's helped to save the world twice?" "With the power to transform his physical appearance?" "I'm not sure yet." "It may not be the same man." "An alien who travels through time and space in a police box?" "It's all becoming difficult!" "All you have to do is to continue running the factory as though nothing had changed." "That is your sole concern, Hibbert." "Do you understand." "I understand." "Good." "Two energy units are still missing." "Do you think the stranger at the hospital has found one of them?" " It's possible but it is dangerous to go near him again." " Then what can you do?" "The units may have embedded themselves in soft ground." "That would account for the fact, that their signals are no longer being received." "How will you locate them then?" "They will increase their pulsation signals." "You...talk about these energy units a...a...as though they were living things." "All energy is a form of life." "What are you doing out there?" " Why didn't you answer me?" " Never heard you come in." "What you doing with that old box?" "Nothing." "Sam Seeley, you've not been thieving again, have yer?" " ®Cause if you have..." " Oh, that's nice, innit eh?" "Accusing your own husband!" "Satisfied?" "Now go and get me some grub, woman." "I'm hungry!" "You watch your tongue!" "And don't think I'm gonna have that dirty old box in my house." "What are you staring at, woman?" "Now, all you have to do is to borrow a key from the Police." "I've got the key here." "Henderson found it in the Doctor's hand." "Yes?" "Major General Scobie to see you, sir." "Scobie?" "Well, what on Earth...?" "All right, show him up." "He's our liaison with the regular army." "Got to keep in with him." "You don't expect me to salute him, I hope?" "You could bring yourself to be a little less astringent, Miss Shaw." "I didn't ask to come here, remember?" "Ah, thank you, thank you." "Ah, sir." "Oh, sorry to interrupt, Stewart." "Worry not, sir." "Always a pleasure to see you." "Oh, this, er, meteorite operation any further?" "Not much, I'm afraid." "We found the fragments of one though, sir." "Miss Shaw is studying them." "Ah." "Oh, Miss Shaw, General Scobie." " How do you do." " Ah, how do you do." "Lucky fellow, Stewart, having a pretty face, er, around the place." "She's not just a pretty face, sir." "Oh, no, no." "Newspapers seem to have gone wild over this business." "Dear chap," "What are you doing with a police box?" " Well, sir..." " Camouflage, General." "It's not really a police box." "It's a spaceship." "Where did that old crate come from?" "It belongs to some hospital bigwig, sir." "Just arrived." "Made me promise to keep an eye on it." "Never mind that." "Hop in, Corporal./Yes, sir." "Hurry man!" "Section three have turned up one of these meteorites." "Good journey down, sir?" "Terrible!" "You know, there's no room for a decent car on the roads these days." "What are all those toy soldiers playing at?" "They found the patient, sir." " Shot him, eh?" " Yes." "Yes, it was rather unfortunate." "I left my car down at the main entrance." "They won't go...crashing about with guns or anything like that, will they?" "No, sir, I'm sure it'll be all right." "Perhaps you'd care to come to my office and have a look at the patient's records before you examine him." "Mmm, good idea." "I could do with a cup of tea, too./Yes." "...be an error in that report." " These anomalies are completely inexplicable." " Well, let's go and see this, er, this freak." "I shan't believe it until I see it with me own eyes." " I assure you, sir, that everything I've told you..." " All right, all right." " Where is he?" "Where is he?" " Through here." "Nurse!" "Is this some sort of prank?" "!" " Where is this patient?" " That's what I'd like to know, sir." "Nurse!" "Oh well, at least he won't get very far." "You mean, before your men shoot him again?" "I don't find that funny!" "Without this machine, the Doctor's stuck." "He can't leave Earth." "You were about to open it?" " Yes." " I think you should." "There might be a policeman locked inside." " That's odd." " Wrong key." "Ah¦" " Weird looking thing." " Yes, sir." "Get it into the vehicle and back to the UNIT labs right away." "Watch out!" " Yes?" " Hibbert." "General Scobie will be here soon." "I know." "I'm almost finished." "All right, all right, I suppose you want to see my pass?" "Yes, well, I haven't got one." "And I'm not going to tell you my name, either." "Now you just tell Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart that I want to see him." "Well, don't just stand there arguing with me, man!" "Get on with it!" "The Doctor?" "Yes, sir." "He says you know him." "Show him up at once." "How the devil did he find this place?" "Your mystery man with the police box?" "Yes." "Ah, there you are, my dear fellow." "I expect you're wondering how I found you here?" "Yes..." "Fortunately I had this with me, you see." "It homes on the TARDIS." "Oh, there she is." "How nice of you to look after her for me." "Do you happen to have got the key, by the way?" "I do, but it won't work." " Hah-hah!" "But it will for me?" " Not so fast." " I have a lot of questions to ask you." " My dear Brigadier, it's no earthly good asking me a lot of questions." "I've lost my memory, you see?" " How do I know that you're not am imposter?" " Ah, but you don't, you don't." "Only I know that." "What do you think of my new face, by the way?" "Mmm?" "Well, I wasn't too sure about it meself to begin with." "But it sort of grows on you." "Very flexible, you know." "Could be useful on the planet Delphon, where they communicate with their eyebrows." "Well, that's strange, how on earth did I remember that?" "All right, all right,if I accept that you are the Doctor,there are still a lot of things... oh, by the way, this is Miss Shaw." "That's Delphon for °how do you do±!" "Delighted, Miss Shaw, delighted." " What are you a doctor of, by the way?" " Practically everything, my dear." "From what we can gather,you arrived last night in the middle of a shower of meteorites." "Did I really?" "How terribly exciting." "Well, objects from space at any rate." "You must realise that I can't let you go until I'm sure there's no connection..." "Look, I've no recollection of last night." "That's most unfair." "How could I..." "What on earth are these?" "Those are bits of what the Brigadier thought might be a meteorite." " Plastic?" " It's not thermo-plastic and neither is it thermo-setting..." "and there are no polymer chains." "That's interesting." " I wonder what was inside." " Inside?" "Yes, well you can tell from the shape this was a hollow sphere." "I should think the space inside was about three thousand cubic centimetres, wouldn't you?" "Do I gather you're going to help us, Doctor?" "If I do, will you give me the key to the TARDIS?" "Possibly." "Then go away and let Miss Shaw and I get on with our work, there's a good fellow." " Look, do I really have to call you Miss Shaw?" " No, Liz, just Liz." "Liz ,that's much better." "How many of these things actually came down?" "About fifty, as near as we can estimate." " And you found only fragments , no whole ones?" " One, yes." "But there was an accident." "It disappeared." "Then the answer to your question's obvious, isn't it?" "By the time your search party arrived, the rest of these things had been collected." "Collected and taken somewhere." "The question is, where?" "I must explain this is only a rough approximation, General." "Yes, it does seem to need a few, er, finishing touches." "That is why we asked you here, General." "Our measuring techniques are very accurate but the equipment isn't transportable." "I see." "Well, er," "I hope it, er, turns out all right." "It will, I assure you, General." "If you'll come this way." "¹ø¿ª :"