"(DOCTOR WHO THEME)" "(DISTANT ROARING)" "(GROWLING)" "(SIGNAL BEEPING)" "You're sure this is where he's making for?" "Pretty sure." "He wanted to see the exact place where the accident happened." "I must say, Miss Shaw, if only you'd come to me earlier." "I'm sorry, but he asked me not to tell you." "I could have sent a search party down immediately." "That's just what he didn't want." "He deserves all he gets, no sense at all." "I've collected all the equipment I can lay my hands on and I've alerted the local rescue team." "They'll mount a follow-up search as soon as they can." "This is very good of you, Major Baker." "I'm only sorry that a member of my staff should be causing so much trouble." "We're supposed to be helping you." "The main thing is to get your Doctor out of those caves as soon as possible." "How many men have you, sir?" "Five or six and Captain Hawkins." "More on the way from HQ." "Well, I suggest we start a preliminary search just as soon as we can." "Right." "We'll be ready to go in five minutes." "BAKER:" "Right, sir." "Well, this all looks very exciting." "May I come, too?" "Surely you must have found some explanation." "Both generator and cyclotron are functioning perfectly." "Excuse me." "Miss Dawson, electron voltage readings please." "DAWSON:" "Two thousand million, power steady, all systems at normal." "Everything's in perfect order, except for the fact that these power losses still keep on recurring." "We are trying everything possible." "Yes, I know." "I'm sorry." "QUINN:" "Thank you, Miss Dawson." "This project started off so well." "Still, we're not the only ones with problems." "Oh?" "UNIT." "That ridiculous Doctor of theirs got himself lost in the caves." "Are they searching for him?" "They were, but the fellow turned up again." "That's very fortunate." "If they had started searching those caves..." "Well, they're not going to, are they?" "So we needn't worry." "Anybody would think you were disappointed that I didn't get lost." "Come on, Doctor." "You get everyone worried then turn up safe and sound." "You shouldn't have gone, sir." "Well, it produced results, didn't it?" "Subterranean Loch Ness Monster?" "Very helpful." "Oh, so you don't believe me?" "Oh, I believe you saw something." "The question is what." "You weren't very specific." "Well, I hardly had time to draw its picture, did I?" "All I can tell you is that it was something very, very large and something very, very alive." "Could it have been prehistoric?" "Well, it was certainly some kind of dinosaur." "Certainly nothing that I've ever seen before, though." "In museums, you mean?" "No." "I do not mean in museums!" "Well, on second thoughts, perhaps..." "Perhaps I do, yes." "Look, sir." "Suppose there is sabotage going on and a large group hiding in the caves have faked up some kind of monster." "To scare people away?" "And account for the unexplained deaths." "The noise the Doctor heard could have been machinery." "What do you think, Doctor?" "Well, it's a possibility, I suppose." "Well, whatever it is, we must check up on it." "I'll be glad to go with you, sir." "We'll all go, except Miss Shaw." "Oh, just a minute." "I'm not going to miss all the..." "No, Miss Shaw." "Have you never heard of female emancipation?" "Liz, this time, I think he's right." "Your men will be armed, sir?" "Small arms, grenades, nothing very substantial." "Hmm, we'll be a bit short on firepower." "That's typical of the military mind, isn't it?" "Present them with a new problem and they start shooting at it." "Yes, well, I'll inform the Director of my decision." "It's not the only way, you know, just blasting away at things." "Oh, don't worry, Doctor." "We'll make sure your prehistoric friend gets a sporting chance." "We won't shoot until we see the whites of its eyes, huh?" "I found the footprint over here somewhere." "Well, Doctor?" "Well, it was here." "Well, it's dried up, hasn't it?" "Anyone can see that." "I'm afraid I can't see anything at all." "Listen!" "(RUMBLING)" "Shall I take a look, sir?" "Yes, all right." "Captain Hawkins, take a couple of men and go with Major Baker." "Very good, sir." "You two, come with me." "Major Baker!" "Come on, you two!" "Wait for us, sir." "Hey, you there!" "Halt or I fire!" "(GUN FIRING)" "(GROWLING)" "(GUN FIRING)" "(SCREAMING)" "(SIGNAL BEEPING)" "Come on!" "What happened, Hawkins?" "No idea, sir." "We found him like this when we got to him." "It's all right, old chap." "Take it easy." "Take it easy." "I saw someone..." "Someone down there." "I fired over his head." "I think I hit him." "Ricochet." "BRIGADIER:" "Did he attack you?" "No, something else." "Bullets..." "Bullets wouldn't stop it!" "DOCTOR:" "It's all right." "Take it easy." "Hold him there." "Get the first aid kit, and a shot of morphine." "We'd better get him back to the centre." "Very good, sir." "Oh, Captain Hawkins?" "Sir?" "Before you do that," "take a look up there, and be careful." "Sir." "What do you make of it, Doctor?" "Well, obviously, Baker shot at something he thought was a man." "Then something else attacked Baker." "The prehistoric creature that attacked you?" "Oh, it seems very likely, doesn't it?" "Sir!" "Something over here, sir." "Ricochet marks on the rocks, sir." "And look over here, sir, traces of blood, spots leading this way." "We'd better follow them." "Doctor?" "No." "I'll get back to the hospital with these blood samples." "In any case, I can give a hand to carry Baker." "Right, Morton, give the Doctor a hand." "The rest, follow me." "Brigadier, you'll be careful, won't you?" "After all, you don't really know what you're following, you know." "(BREATHING HEAVILY)" "Well, Doctor?" "Well, see for yourself." "Well..." "I know this may seem a little far-fetched," "but there are resemblances to..." "Certain of the larger reptiles?" "Yes." "Precisely." "Bad news, Doctor." "We lost it." "Oh, no." "Well, there's a lot of moorland out there." "Anyway, it was getting dark." "Yes, I suppose so." "What are you going to do now?" "Well, I've sent to HQ for some more men." "We'll mount a full-scale search in the morning." "Doctor, have you got any idea what we're looking for?" "No, not yet." "So far our tests have proved inconclusive." "There'll be the devil to pay if Baker shot some innocent potholer." "How is he, by the way?" "Well, there was some bruising and one arm was clawed, and there's a possibility of mild concussion." "Poor chap." "Mind you, he was behaving very irresponsibly, blazing away like that." "He was attacked, Doctor, just as you were." "Yes, but not by the thing that he shot at." "Seems to me, Brigadier, that you're missing the most important point." "Which is?" "That when Baker was attacked and when I was attacked, the thing was called off before it could do any real harm." "Davis was killed, though." "Yes, I know." "But, in my opinion, there are two kinds of creature down in that cave." "A large and ferocious one, and a smaller much more intelligent kind that controls the first and may not be hostile." "It's a bit hard to accept one monster, let alone two." "Still, whatever it is, we'll know in the morning." "Yes, and by that time, it might be a little too late." "(BREATHING HEAVILY)" "Simply to disappear at a time like this!" "Dr Quinn has been working very long hours under a considerable strain." "So have we all." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "I was looking for Dr Quinn." "You're not the only one." "He completed as many of the tests as he could, and then he simply had to go and rest." "Is he in his quarters?" "Well, no..." "LAWRENCE:" "Gone off to that cottage of his, has he?" "If he spent more time doing his job and less writing that book of his..." "When he gets back, tell him I'd like to see him, would you?" "If he can spare a moment." "Don't worry, my dear, we're all under a bit of a strain at the moment." "Dr Quinn works harder than anyone at this centre." "Yes, yes, yes." "Yes, I'm sure he does." "It's just that I'd rather like another word with him myself." "It's about those power losses." "(WHIZZING)" "(WHIZZING)" "SILURIAN ON SPEAKER:" "Why have you come?" "I have come to warn you." "There are men searching the caves, soldiers with weapons." "Your warning is too late." "They have already attacked us." "What happened?" "One of us was wounded." "He was forced onto the surface." "Were any humans hurt?" "That does not concern us." "You must stop taking power from the cyclotron." "We still need the power!" "We are not yet ready to make our own." "It's causing endless trouble, that's what brought the soldiers here." "One of us was wounded." "We need your help to recover him." "How do you expect me to do that?" "The soldiers will be hunting for him." "They will see me." "I tell you, it's impossible." "I won't do it!" "You refuse to help us, yet you expect our scientists to give you their secrets?" "All you've given me so far are scraps of knowledge, hints!" "I must know." "You will be given the information when the wounded one is returned to us." "Very well." "What shall I do?" "How can I find him?" "We will give you a summoning device." "He will hear it and come to you." "(WHIZZING)" "Doris!" "Doris!" "What do you want?" "Get on to the police." "Tell them there's something in my barn." "What sort of something?" "Some sort of freak." "I saw it move in the hay." "Well, get on with it, woman." "(BREATHING HEAVILY)" "(SCREAMING)" "Everything's organised, sir." "The chopper's already up and there are two platoons in support." "Good." "Ask Major Peters to keep the men on standby." "I'll be with him as soon as I can." "Very good, sir." "Oh, good morning, Director." "I was about to come and see you." "I realise you must be busy, particularly since you seem to be engaged in a full-scale military operation with my research centre as its HQ." "Yes, I apologise for the inconvenience, Director..." "When you and your associates descended upon us, not, I might add, at any request of mine," "I understood that your purpose was to put an end to the setbacks that have been plaguing us here." "That is true, sir." "And what have you achieved?" "To begin with, Miss Shaw has discovered an abnormally high rate of stress symptoms amongst your staff." "There's bound to be a few weak links." "What about these power losses?" "The Doctor has spent most of the night examining the equipment here." "Ah, yes, your mysterious Doctor with his sonic screwdriver." "Is he qualified to make such an investigation?" "The Doctor's qualified to do almost everything." "Well, that's it then." "There's nothing wrong with it." "Nothing wrong with what?" "With any of it." "Cyclotron, remote-control mechanisms, all of them functioning perfectly." "You can't possibly be sure." "My dear man, it's a perfectly simple piece of machinery." "Oh!" "Then what is the explanation of these power losses?" "Magic?" "The power from your reactor, like the mental state of your staff, has been affected by some outside influence." "Indeed." "And what do you propose to do about it?" "It's more a question of what you propose to do about it." "Until this influence has been discovered and dealt with, this establishment should be closed down completely." "Out of the question." "It would mean a tremendous setback to our research programme." "And to your career?" "I am extremely dissatisfied, Brigadier, with your conduct of this investigation, and with the behaviour of your, uh, associate." "I intend to write to the Permanent Under-Secretary and demand your recall." "That is your privilege, Director, but whilst we are here, perhaps you'd let us carry on with our investigations." "Pompous idiot!" "(CHUCKLES) Never could stand that man." "Well, Brigadier, all set to start playing soldiers, are we?" "(PHONE RINGING)" "Lethbridge Stewart." "Yes." "Yes." "I see." "Thank you very much." "I'll be there as soon as I can." "Police." "I asked them to let me know of any unusual occurrences." "And?" "Local farmer named Squire, found dead in his barn." "There were claw marks on his body." "Poor chap." "Are they the same marks as were found on Davis in the caves?" "No." "These were made by something quite different." "Smaller perhaps, but very powerful." "I thought you said the thing wasn't hostile." "Yes, but I imagine that Squire attacked him with this." "May have been cornered." "What about the man's wife?" "She's at the local hospital suffering from shock." "Yes." "Well, I'd like a word with her." "Perhaps you'd like to stay and do some forensic tests, Liz." "Yes, of course." "Those claw marks, they weren't the cause of death, you know." "Then what was?" "Heart failure." "You might say he died of fear." "Now, please, I want you to tell me." "What happened to your husband?" "Can you remember what happened to him?" "She was found in the barn paralysed with fear." "She may have seen something." "Got a pen?" "Yeah." "And the chart, please." "Chart!" "Now, I want you to take a look at this." "Have you ever seen anything like this before?" "(GASPING)" "Yes?" "(STAMMERING)" "What?" "(STAMMERING) Killed him!" "Yes?" "(STAMMERING) Killed him!" "What happened then?" "Where did it go?" "(STAMMERING) It's..." "Yes?" "Where?" "In the barn." "In the barn?" "In the barn." "(GASPING)" "Still there!" "Miss Shaw!" "(BREATHING HEAVILY)" "(SCREAMING)"