"Sincro: wyxchari" "Fire!" "Fire!" "_ Captain Yates!" "You tried to murder him!" "You deliberately materialised a savage monster knowing it would attack him!" "An unavoidable mistake." "Oh, that was no mistake." "I warned you I wouldn't have the Doctor harmed." "Well, you sabotaged the stun gun." "I agreed to delay his experiments not to kill him!" "Captain Yates, may I remind you you were the one who said he was such a danger to us." "Let me tell him everything, explain to him what we're trying to do?" "He'll be sympathetic." "He might even help us." "No, that's out of the question." "If he doesn't agree with us, what happens then?" "There's no need to kill him." "He must be delayed." "Now once the temporal energy has dispersed, the creature will return to its own time..." "and the Doctor's instruments will lead him straight to us." "Now what stage has he reached?" "They've taken the creature to a hanger on the fringe of the zone." "Then you'd, er, better get over there, Captain Yates." "To do what?" "Er, more sabotage, I'm afraid." "All you have to do is to ensure that the Doctor's instruments don't function." "The creature will return to its own time, the Doctor will learn nothing and we shall have the delay we need." "And the Doctor won't be harmed?" "Of course not." "I'll do what I can." "I'm not satisfied with that young man's loyalty." "He's far too concerned about this precious Doctor of his." "All set up then, Doctor?" "Yes, I think so." "Mind you, that creature isn't what I wanted at all." "What I really wanted was a Brontosaurus." "What's the difference?" "The difference, Brigadier, is that the Brontosaurus is a placid vegetarian, whereas the Tyrannosaurus is the largest and fiercest flesh eater ever known on your planet." "It will stay asleep, won't it, Doctor?" "Yes, for a while." "Don't you worry, Miss Smith, those chains will hold him down." "Well, Doctor, now what do we do?" "Oh, we sit back and wait for it to dematerialise." "Then perhaps I can have your attention?" "Carry on, Sarah, I'm all ears." "Well I've been checking up into this whole question of time travel..." "Well then, you should have come to me." "I know all about time travel." "Ah, I know you know about it, but what I'm interested in, Doctor, is other people who know about it." "Oh, are there any?" "Oh, one or two have dabbled." "Oh, fascinating." "The trouble is the Blinovitch limitation effect." "If they could overcome that they're problem's _" "I think someone has." "What on this planet?" "This is the only one I've been able to check up on, Doctor!" "Oh, yes, yes, of course." "Er, let's see now, there was this, er, there was this Chinese scientist called Chun Sen oh, hang about, he hasn't been born yet, has he?" "Quite, but there is a man called Whitaker." "Now he's the leading scientist in this field." "Whitaker that name rings a bell." "He claimed to have developed a workable theory of time travel." "I remember he applied for a big government grant." "It was refused." "Oh, why?" "Well, Whitaker was always an outsider, always mixed up in quarrels with other scientists." "No one believed his theory would work." "Yes, that's right." "All the government scientific advisors said the fellow was a crank." "Well what about him?" "He's disappeared." "Has he indeed?" "About six months ago, he completely vanished." "I checked with my newspaper contacts up north no trace." "And you think he could be behind all this?" "Well, it's a possibility." "He was a brilliant scientist, and he must have been bitterly disappointed when the government refused that grant." "You could be right, Sarah." "It's worth checking up on." "Yes, I'll get on to it." "Intelligence records may have something on him." "Yeah, I'd like to see the application for that grant see the man's working papers." "Right, they must be on file somewhere." "Oh, Brigadier, have your fellows brought the TARDIS back to UNIT HQ for me yet?" "Yes, should be there by now." "Could you give me a run down there?" "Yes, of course." "Good, thanks, there's one or two things inside I think I might need." "Oh, what about your little pet out there?" "Oh, he'll be alright for a while." "Have you placed guards?" "General Finch has lent me a squad." "Good." "But suppose it dematerialises while you're not here?" "Then my instruments will obtain the necessary readings." "Coming?" "Yes, yes." "Er, Brigadier?" "Mmm?" "Can I bring a camera back here with me?" "Whatever for?" "Well, for my story." "I'm a journalist, remember?" "You don't think I'm going to miss an opportunity like this?" "I am sorry, Miss Smith." "This whole affair's under strict security black-out." "You can take your photographs when the crisis is passed." "Oh!" "When the crisis is passed, there won't be anything to photograph!" "The Minister has some information for you, Doctor about this elusive fellow Whitaker." "Have you, sir?" "I was chairman of the committee that considered his application for a government grant." "So you've seen his working papers?" "Oh, yes, not that I understood them, of course, but my scientific colleagues on the committee assured me that they were utter nonsense." "Oh, so you don't think that he could be behind what's been happening here?" "Oh, out of the question." "I'm afraid the poor fellow's just a harmless crank." "Oh, that's not what I've heard, Minister." "According to my sources he's a brilliant scientist." "May I ask what are your sources?" "His colleagues at Oxford, the science correspondent of "The Times" and the editor of "Nature"." "He may be brilliant at other fields, Miss Smith, but as far as his time travel theory is concerned, I was assured it's worthless." "Doctor, I understand that you have set up an experiment which may give us the answer to all this?" "Yeah, well, it's a possibility, Minister, but I can't guarantee it." "I'd be very interested to hear about it." "Well, why don't we go to my office, sir?" "It'll be more comfortable there." "Thank you very much." "That's a good idea." "General Finch?" "I must be getting back to HQ, sir." "This way, sir." "Thank you." "Isn't it marvellous!" "The one real clue to this whole business and they totally ignore it." "I'm interested, Miss Smith." "Where is this fellow, Whitaker?" "Well, that's just it, you see." "No one knows." "No one?" "He vanished about six months ago." "Just upped and left home." "Well, people do disappear, change their names, start a new life for themselves..." "No, it's too big a coincidence." "I'm not going to let go of this." "Well, what can you do?" "Keep looking until I find him." "I'll make them believe me!" "The Brigadier's being completely uncooperative." "He wouldn't even let me get some photographs of that monster they've got chained down." "Well, you've got a pass, haven't you?" "Oh!" "I tried!" "When I got back there, they wouldn't let me in said I had to have a special pass." "Special army pass from my HQ." "Er, you couldn't give me a pass, could you?" "Oh, I wouldn't publish anything until it was all over and I got proper permission." "Oh, don't carry passes about with me, you know?" "Look, take this to my HQ." "See my adjutant." "He'll fix you up." "Oh, that's marvellous!" "Where is your HQ?" "Show this to my driver." "He'll take you there." "Oh, what about you?" "I've got one or two things to settle here." "Thank you." "What a charming fellah." "You know, it's lucky for you, Brigadier, that somebody with some sense is in charge of this operation." "Unfortunately General Finch is in charge of the military side." "Yes, quite." "Where's Sarah?" "Maybe General Finch took her out to dinner?" "Hmm!" "Didn't look like the beginnings of a beautiful friendship to me." "Oh, by the way, Brigadier?" "I've got to get down to the hanger." "Can you lend me a jeep?" "Yes." "Er, Brigadier speaking lay on a jeep for the Doctor, will you?" "Oh, and did you see Miss Smith leave here?" "Oh, thank you." "She went off in the General's car." "Oh?" "Help!" "Someone!" "Open the door!" "Help!" "Open the door!" "___!" "Help!" "Someone please!" "Help me!" "I can't get out!" "The door's stuck!" "Help me!" "Come on, up!" "Come on!" "Come on, get up, that's it!" "Well, it's a nasty bump." "Nothing too serious." "How do you feel?" "Do you realise somebody tried to kill me?" "!" "I don't want to seem unsympathetic Miss" "Smith, but you have only got yourself to blame." "Well somebody locked that door so I couldn't get out." "Well, she's right, you know, Brigadier that door was bolted on the outside." "Maybe one of the soldiers didn't realise she was in there?" "Here we are, Doctor." "Hasn't been knocked about too much." "Thanks, Sergeant." "Put it down there, will you?" "When the creature vanished, it was still in the electrical force-field, Brigadier, so we should learn something." "We found this, sir." "They were all like that cut clean through." "And this machine's been sabotaged." "There's not a single reading." "Dismissed!" "No, not you, Benton." "Well, at least we've learnt something, Brigadier somebody inside this organisation is working against us." "Yes, but what I can't understand, sir, is why should anyone want to cut those chains?" "It was a deliberate attempt on Sarah's life." "Why should anybody want to kill her?" "They were probably after you, Doctor." "I mean, they expected you to go back there." "Yes, of course, that'll be it." "Well, Doctor, any suggestions?" "Yes, I shall build another detector." "We haven't got to capture another dinosaur?" "No, no." "No, this time I'm going to try something different." "I'm going to build a portable device to detect that power source." "Well why didn't you do that in the first place?" "Because, Brigadier, it cannot be as accurate or as powerful as this would have been." "But it could give us the general direction." "Doctor?" "Exactly how much energy would be needed to make these things appear?" "Oh, something like a small nuclear generator." "Then why don't we look for one?" "Miss Smith, that was one of the first things that occurred to me." "I made a thorough check and I can assure you that there are no unaccounted for nuclear generators in the central London area." "No, he's right you know, Sarah." "It is pretty unlikely, isn't it?" "Look, why don't you try and get some rest, uh?" "Alright." "Right, I'll be getting on with it." "I've got yet another planning conference with" "General Finch." "Look after Miss Smith, Benton." "Right, sir." "Thank you." "Well, would you like a cup of tea or anything?" "Typical!" "Run away and play while the grown-ups get on with the real work!" "What do you mean?" "The power's coming from somewhere, right?" "So there must be an independent source?" "I suppose so, but where would you start..." "So if it is a nuclear reactor it would have been designed and assembled and all that could be traced there'd be records." "The Brigadier's checked all that, Miss." "Oh..." "If there was anything there then he would have found it." "Well maybe it was all secret." "Too secret for the Brigadier to know about?" "Yes, why not?" "Can you get me some transport?" "Oh no, I couldn't do that..." "Oh, they told you to look after me." "Come on!" "Well, where do you want to go and what shall I tell the Doctor?" "Well, tell him..." "Tell him I've gone out to play, hmm?" "Come on!" "Come in!" "What a pleasant surprise." "Erm, I don't suppose you remember, Minister, but we met briefly at UNIT?" "You're far too modest, Miss Smith." "Of course I remember." "I'm sorry you had to find your own way here but I'm down to a skeleton staff." "Oh, thank you." "However, I can offer you a cup of tea." "We have our own little generator down in the basement petrol driven." "Can I get you a cup?" "Er, no, not at the moment, thank you." "I'm sorry to bother you like this, but you seem to be the only member of the government still in London." "Oh, I am." "The rest all shot off to Harrogate, but I told the Prime Minister if I'm in charge, I'm going to stay here on the spot." "Now, what can I do for you?" "Well, you know the Doctor's theory about these materialisations they must need a tremendous energy force." "Yes?" "Well the Doctor said it would have to be something like a nuclear generator... and that started me remembering something." "Wasn't there a plan once to build underground quarters for the government in the event of an atomic war?" "Yes, back in the cold war days." "Oh, I see what you're getting at." "Oh, I don't think any of them were ever built, you know?" "Are you sure of that?" "Each of those places was to have its own nuclear generator." "That's right." "I was a junior backbencher at the time but I remember... plans were made... and then shelved when the situation eased." "But suppose one was built, right here in London?" "That's a very ingenious theory, young lady." "What does the Brigadier think about it, or the Doctor?" "I'm not telling anyone about it until I can get some evidence." "I wonder... if it could have happened as you say?" "Oh, I thought if I came to you, you could help me check up on it." "And so I can." "In there are confidential ministerial files going back years." "Let's take a look." "Thank you." "Fantastic filing system they have in here." "I hardly understand it myself but then of course I've only been a minister for six months." "Could it be this "Top secret construction projects"?" "I wonder?" "Number two, three, nine, five." "Now that should be over here somewhere." "No, there's nothing here." "This is all about building RAF early warning stations in Scotland." "Well, perhaps one of the other files in the same category?" "Oh, we can but look." "Good lord!" "You're right look!" "They built it twenty years ago, right in the centre of London." "And there's a map here, showing its exact position." "Well, there's Whitehall, so this must..." "It's here... it's right here!" "It must be under this building!" "After you, Miss Smith." "Sergeant?" "Sergeant Benton?" "Yes, Doctor?" "Look, I'll need some more electronic equipment." "Can you organise it?" "Yes, of course." "Ah, thanks very much." "How's Miss Smith?" "Oh, fine, as far as I know." "Er, did you give her somewhere to rest?" "Well, she didn't want to rest." "I..." "I got her some transport and she shot off somewhere." "Oh, where?" "She wouldn't say." "She said to tell you she'd gone out to play!" "You know sometimes that girl baffles me!" "You're mad you're absolutely raving mad!" "On the contrary, Miss Smith." "My associates and I are on the only ones who are sane." "Creating monsters in central London?" "There's a very good reason for it which you'll one day learn." "Now I'm afraid I must leave you." "They'll find me, you know?" "I very much doubt it, Miss Smith not where you're going." "Welcome, sister." "Who are you?" "Where am I?" "My name is Mark." "I welcome you to the people." "What people?" "You'll soon remember." "And where is this?" "The spaceship?" "You see, it's all come true." "Now what's going on?" "Where am I?" "We're on our way." "Soon we shall arrive on the planet that's to be our new home." "Planet?" "Spaceship?" "What are you talking about?" "We left Earth three months ago."