"Sincro: wyxchari" "We've got to get to that archway!" "There's something coming through, look!" "The pyramid!" "Shoot the pyramid!" "The pyramid - get it!" "Come on, man, try again!" "But we've destroyed the pyramid." "It doesn't work!" "Let's get out while we can!" "But you shot it!" "Don't argue, come on!" "Doctor?" "Doctor, is that you?" "One moment!" "Victoria!" "Oh, Doctor, thank goodness I found you!" "Are you alright?" "Well... well you see, Victoria..." "Well, before you begin this rapturous reunion, there are one or two questions I'd like answered." "For a start, is there anyone else down here playing hide-and-seek?" "W... well..." "Well yes... where is Jamie, Victoria?" "He came out to look for you." "Out?" "Out from where?" "The fortress at Goodge Street." "Goodge Street?" "Hang on, are you anything to do with Travers and his daughter?" "Travers?" "What do you mean, Travers?" "It's the same man we met in Tibet!" "I've come to warn you, he thinks you're responsible for the Yeti." "Me?" "Oh, does he?" "The plot thickens, doesn't it?" "I think it's time I got you two back to HQ." "Lead on!" "Well, that's it." "The whole of the Circle Line gone." "We're completely hemmed in." "Yes - we can't get out, and no one can get in." "Not very healthy, is it?" "'Scuse me, sir." "Yes, Corporal, what is it?" "That girl's turned up again, sir, and that Doctor feller you was looking for." "Oh, him?" "Yes, Staff." "They was brought in by a Colonel." "A Colonel?" "Where did he spring from?" "I don't know, sir." "I suppose I'd better show my face." "Where are they?" "Corporal Blake's got them in the Common Room, sir, under guard." "Anne, you'd better fetch your father." "He'll want a word with the Doctor." "And you carry on here, Staff." "Sir!" "Staff, this Colonel - where'd he come from?" "And what's he doing here?" "Don't ask me, lad." "It's turning into a proper holiday camp, this place." "You're sure?" "Yes, yes, I'm quite alright, Victoria." "I was just knocked out a bit by the explosion, that's all." "Where did the Colonel come from?" "Well, I don't know." "When I came to, there was no sign of the Yeti, so I wandered around for a bit; and then, as I was on my way back to you, he suddenly popped out from nowhere!" "How did you find out about the Intelligence?" "When I saw the Yeti, I put two and two together." "And now you say Travers is here, well..." "Afternoon." "Captain Knight?" "Afternoon, Colonel... um..." "Lethbridge-Stewart." "Expect you're wondering who the devil I am, eh?" "Well, as a matter of fact, sir - yes." "Well, I couldn't tell you before - you're a bit cut off down here, aren't you?" "I'm taking over from Pemberton." "Sorry about him - very fine soldier." "Taking over?" "I see." "Well, excuse me, Colonel, but have you got any, er..." "Authorisation?" "Yes, of course." "Here are my papers." "Glad to see you don't take things at face value." "Alright, Blake, you can fall out." "Sir!" "How did you get in, sir?" "Holborn." "Ammunition party." "Got badly beaten up." "All the men dead, I'm afraid." "Not all" " Evans managed to escape." "Evans?" "The driver." "Oh yes." "Evans didn't mention any other survivors." "No, well it all got a bit confused." "Driven into a side tunnel, myself." "After that, got a bit lost, and then found this Doctor." "Yes, I was wondering when you where going to get around to me." "Yes, well the Professor's spoken for him." "We do know a little bit about the Doctor already." "I see." "In fact, more than you do about me, eh?" "To tell you the truth, sir, yes." "Doctor!" "Who...?" "Oh my dear fellow, am I glad to see you!" "My word, it is!" "It's been a long time!" "Professor, I'm told you know this man." "Huh?" "I'd have thought that was obvious." "And if it comes to that, who are you?" "Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart." "New CO." "So you can vouch for the Doctor here?" "Well, of course I can." "And what about this girl?" "Oh, she's on my staff." "We've got lots to do, Doctor." "Time's running short - need your help." "Captain Knight, I'll take him straight down to the lab." "Now come on, Doctor." "You'd better come too, Victoria." "Things are getting a bit desperate, and I've got an idea..." "It would seem that the Professor's in charge down here, Captain." "Yes, well he does have a job to do, sir." "I think it's best to let him get on with it, don't you?" "Hmm..." "Yes, well as I say, when I came to, there was no sign of the Yeti, so I..." "I wandered around a bit, got lost... saw the fungus..." "You've seen it, then?" "Foul stuff." "Oh, it was the Intelligence, alright." "Not me, then?" "Huh?" "What do you mean?" "From what Victoria said, you had one or two suspicions about me." "Rubbish, my dear fellow." "Whatever gave you that idea, Victoria?" "Pah!" "Never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life!" "So you did hear us talking, then?" "Yes." "Oh, that!" "Well, it was only... just idle chatter." "Yes, it was the Intelligence that brought you here, alright." "But why?" "That's what I can't understand, why?" "Yes..." "Well, you've given it the slip, Doctor." "It doesn't know where you are - yet." "I hope it hasn't caught Jamie..." "Saint..." "Paul's." "We're on the Central Line, alright." "Right, come on..." "Wait a minute!" "What - what is it?" "Nothing." "Just want a bar of chocolate, that's all." "Och, don't be daft!" "Those beasties might be right behind us." "Now come on!" "All this walking - shouldn't be down here at all, you know." "Driver, I am." "Well, there's lovely!" "Don't you understand, Sergeant?" "I've..." "I've got to get out of here!" "Well I don't see as I can put it any clearer, sir - we're here at Goodge Street, right, and the fungus has gone all the way round the Circle Line." "Yes, I know that, man, but th... these other tunnels... the Northern Line, the Central Line." "I mean, they're not filled, are they?" "No, sir..." "They must be on a different level to the Circle Line, I mean - wait, it's absolutely simple!" "We go out under the stuff." "Now look, sir." "You know we've already lost two men trying to do that." "The influence of this fungus extends through the earth, both downwards and up." "Believe me, sir, we're trapped!" "But I've got to get out." "You see - well, my reports are so important, I mean" " I mean, the world must know what's going on down here, I mean... well... there must be a way out!" "The surface - what's on the surface?" "Well, there's a ground level door in Cheney Street, sir, but..." "Of course, of course, of course!" "Thank you, Sergeant, thank you!" "'E's a nutter." "You're telling me!" "Can't even get my rank right." "Yeah, I noticed that, Sergeant!" "Cheeky!" "But how, that's what I can't understand?" "What brought the Intelligence back again?" "That was my wretched curiosity, I'm afraid." "You see, when I came back from Tibet, I brought quite a bit of stuff with me - you know, broken Yeti, bits of control spheres, things like that - oh, the monks were only too glad to see the back of it..." "And then - then, my dear fellow, one of the control spheres was intact." "So naturally, I wanted to find out how it worked." "Oh dear!" "I fiddled with the thing on and off for years, and then one day..." "Don't tell me, it just disappeared." "Yes... well presumably, once the sphere started working, the Intelligence just homed in on it." "Yes, and with a fully functional Yeti, well, it was a ready-made pair of hands for the Intelligence." "Hmm..." "Sorry to interrupt, Professor, but Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart has decided to hold a briefing." "He'd like you all to attend." "A briefing?" "We're not in the army yet, Captain." "Yes, I know that, Miss Travers." "But now that he's taken over command, he thinks it would be the simplest way of being put in the picture." "Splendid idea!" "Might help you too, Doctor." "Now come on, I'd like to show you the layout as I..." "If you'll just make your way to the Common Room, you'll find that he's waiting for you." "Captain..." "Any news of Jamie?" "No." "No, I'm afraid not." "Come on, boyo." "Not far to Chancery Lane now." "You're in a hurry, all of a sudden." "Aye, well I've got it all worked out, see." "Next station's where I'm getting off." "What!" "Aye!" "Last time, the Yeti were at Holborn Station, so I reckon if I can get out at Chancery Lane, I might be able to reach my lorry." "So you meant what you said, then?" "You're not going back to HQ?" "No, I'd be more of an 'inderance, I would." "Anyway, I'm not supposed to be down here." "I'm a driver, I am." "There is another word I could use." "Look, all you want to do is save your own skin." "Well, it's the only one I've got!" "Look, boyo, they don't stand a chance back there." "Hop it with me now, boy, while the while the going's good!" "You've got to take care of Number One in this world!" "You'll learn!" "I'm getting out of these tunnels, fast!" "So this was the situation on the 5th." "Next slide, Blake." "Ah, yes sir, this will give you a better idea." "You can see the fog, or mist, very clearly." "This mist - does it do anything?" "I mean, is it poisonous or anything?" "No, no... but if anyone goes into it, they just... well, they just don't come out again." "As soon as the effect of the mist was known, this whole area was cordoned off." "But by the 6th, the area had expanded to include South Ken tube station." "Right, carry on, Knight." "Sir... next slide please, Blake..." "Now, you can see how quickly it was spreading..." "Ah yes, that'd be the 7th, the day the fungus was first reported in the Underground." "The tube system had to be abandoned, of course." "Any sign of the Yeti by this stage?" "No, they weren't sighted until the 9th." "Next slide." "Ah yes, my word, I thought I wasn't mistaken." "Those - those Yeti have changed in appearance, look." "Why yes, I see what you mean!" "A sort of Mark II, isn't it?" "Yes, very interesting." "I wonder how the Int..." "Gentlemen!" "I'm so sorry." "Sorry." "Now by this time, the fungus below ground and the fog above had both extended." "Slide!" "Ah yes, that's it." "Now notice this thin area of mist linking the two arms." "I think we must now assume that this mist covers the entire area enclosed by the Circle Line." "Have you had any success against it yet?" "No." "We've tried chemicals, flame throwers, explosives, all to no avail." "That's why we're dependent on you three coming up with the answers." "If you fail, London's finished" " England itself, perhaps." "Now the army will, of course, give you all the support you need." "Tell me, Miss Travers, what progress have you made so far?" "Well... my father and I think we may be able to jam the transmissions to the Yeti." "What we really need is some additional equipment." "Knight?" "Well, sir, the main problem has been lack of communication." "As you know, this fog absorbs all radio waves." "What about telephones?" "Alright for a while, but the Yeti soon destroyed them." "We've laid a couple of lines ourselves, between here and Holborn, but I don't know how long they'll last." "Ah, Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart." "What is it, Mr Chorley?" "We're in the middle of a briefing." "Yes, so I see." "Did you know about this door to the surface?" "A helicopter could lift us all out!" "Could it?" "Always assuming we could make contact with the outside world - which we can't - how do you imagine they would find us in that mist?" "Sit down, please." "Look, Colonel, I resent your tone." "You seem to forget that I'm here as a representative of the Press, and as such..." "And as such, Mr Chorley, you are no more than a passenger." "Staff, lights please!" "Sir!" "Right!" "Right, let's get down to some constructive thinking." "Ah, Weams." "Weams, I'd like some information, man." "Sir?" "Now wouldn't I be right in thinking there are a lot of very tall buildings in this area?" "Well, the Post Office Tower, that ain't far away." "The Post Office Tower, yes..." "Do you think that's above the mist?" "I wouldn't know about that, sir, would I?" "Where is it in relation to the Circle Line?" "Come on, man, where is it?" "Well, it's about 'ere... crikey!" "What's the matter?" "Can't you see?" "It's that fungus stuff, starting up again!" "I've got to tell the Colonel!" "You gave me a fright there for a minute, boy!" "I thought you were supposed to be..." "Aye, well, I changed my mind, see." "Quite right, you were - can't leave your mates when they're in trouble, can you?" "Oh aye?" "No, well it wouldn't be right, would it?" "Well, what was it like up top then?" "Dunno... between you and me, I couldn't get out, see." "The gates were locked!" "Come on." "Aye, let's get over to HQ." "At least we'll be safe there." "Queensway, Lancaster Gate, Strand, Chancery Lane - all in a half hour, and it's creeping in all the time." "How long do you think we've got, Professor?" "It's difficult to say - why, at this rate, a couple of hours at the most." "Look, Colonel, you've got to do something." "We can't just stand here waiting, can we?" "Ah, Mr Chorley." "You'd like to help, wouldn't you?" "Well, I..." "Yes, of course you would." "Now look, I'll tell you what I want you to do." "We shall all be rushing about a bit, so what I want you to do is to wait in the Common Room." "Act as a sort of Liaison Officer." "You could do that, couldn't you?" "Well, I don't know..." "Yes, of course you could." "Off you go!" "We'll all report progress to you personally." "What, do you mean coordinate things?" "Yes, that's it." "Corporal Blake?" "Sir?" "See that Mr Chorley has everything he needs." "Desk, comfortable chair, plenty of paper and so on." "Yes, sir!" "Off you go!" "Right, that's enough diplomacy for one day." "Now, let's get down to some practical soldiering." "Doctor, you've been very quiet." "Any ideas?" "Well, as far as I can see, what we most need is time." "Now... if we were to blow the tunnel here, just above Goodge Street, we could seal ourselves in for a bit." "Good - practical suggestion." "Staff, have we got any explosives?" "There is a bit, sir." "Enough to blow the tunnel?" "Just about enough, sir." "The trouble is, every time we lay the charges, the Yeti cocoon them." "I thought of that." "Got anything on wheels, something that will run along a track?" "Yes... yes, there's a baggage trolley." "I think it's beside the stairs." "Go and see, would you, Staff?" "Yes, sir." "Be the wrong gauge, of course - we'll soon fix up that though, sir." "What's the plan?" "Well, it's simple enough." "We lay the explosives on the trolley and set a triggering device, and then blow it up while it's on the move." "Yes, yes, that should work." "Come on, Travers, let's fix up this detonator." "Think I'll take the opportunity to have a look around the place." "Let me know when you've got the trolley organised." "Sir!" "Glad to see we're doing something active at last, sir." "Yes - let's hope that it works..." "It had better!" "You've... seen those things before, Victoria?" "Yes." "I remember them in Tibet." "The Intelligence used them to guide the robot Yeti." "Ah, there you are, Victoria." "I've been looking for you everywhere." "Oh my word, that looks familiar." "It doesn't work, does it?" "No." "Neither do the other three." "Three?" "There are only two." "Well that's funny, there's one missing!" "I wonder where that's got to." "Doctor?" "Sorry to have been so long, but I've got your blowing-up thingamajig - here we are." "Ah, good." "Fine." "This should do the trick." "It's both timing and contact." "Well, I think Victoria's right." "What on earth are you talking about?" "The explosion - we'll be cut off, alright, but so will Jamie!" "Don't you see, he'll be trapped!" "And this will explode in 60 seconds?" "Yes - just push the trolley down the gradient, and that should give you enough time to get clear." "Yes, but suppose the Yeti stop it before it goes off?" "Well, if it comes into contact with anything, it'll blow up at once." "We've got the trolley on the line, sir." "Ah, thank you, Staff." "Funny thing, though, sir - the main door was open." "Open?" "You sure about that?" "Sir!" "Sir, sorry to interrupt, sir, but I found this." "What is it?" "It's the padlock from the explosives store, sir." "And this thing was with it." "Did you see inside?" "No, I thought best not." "I left Lane on guard, sir." "Come on!" "'Ere, let's have a look at that thing." "There." "Staff, close that door, would you?" "Sir!" "Alright, Corporal." "Sir!" "Well, it seems quiet enough." "Do you think there is something in there?" "There's only one way of finding out, isn't there?" "Oh, shut it!" "Well, now we know." "How are we going to blow up the tunnel now?" "Don't worry, Victoria." "The Doctor promised he wouldn't blow the tunnel until the very last moment." "Yes, but Jamie..." "Jamie might be a lot safer than you or I at this moment." "Have you thought of that?" "Safe - but how?" "Perhaps he was right off the Circle Line by the time it closed up." "Oh, do you really think so?" "Of course." "Don't you worry, my dear; why, the Doctor will find a way." "Once we've blown the tunnels and sealed ourselves off, we'll be able to get on with the job in hand." "Why, with Anne's technical knowledge, and the Doctor and I, the Intelligence won't stand a chance!" "The Yeti have dealt with the explosives here, and I'm willing to bet they'll do the same with those at Holborn as well." "Maybe." "I think you're wasting your time now, Colonel." "Yes." "Still, at least there's a chance." "We must check." "Search completed, sir." "Headquarters all clear." "No sign of Yeti." "Good." "Captain Knight got the men ready?" "Yes, sir." "Well tell Captain Knight to start, will you?" "Yes, sir." "You and I will follow on behind, Staff." "Sir." "Oh, better tell the Professor we're leaving." "Yes, sir." "What about Mr Chorley?" "No." "Less he knows, the better." "Sir!" "Right, I shall be leaving four men behind here." "You'll be quite safe, Doctor." "Will I?" "Huh?" "Someone here is in league with the Yeti - maybe even controlling them." "What?" "The main door didn't open by itself, did it?" "It may be any one of us." "Me, perhaps?" "Perhaps." "Or even you?" "Covent Garden, you say?" "That's where we landed." "Oh, this is ridiculous." "You can't land in an Underground station!" "The TARDIS can - it's not an ordinary sort of craft." "Look, look... you say it can get us out of here?" "Yes." "But the Doctor wouldn't go without Jamie." "And now they're going to blow up the tunnel, I don't know..." "Blow up the tunnel?" "Blow up the tunnel?" "Well then, we'll never get out of here." "And the Doctor won't leave until Jamie gets back, eh?" "Oh, there you are, Doctor, we were just talking about you." "I hadn't realised what was going on." "Oh?" "No..." "What's the matter with him?" "Doesn't want them to blow up the tunnel." "Well, he's too late, they've already left." "Wait a minute... why doesn't he want them to blow up the tunnel?" "He thinks we'll be cut off from the TARDIS." "You didn't tell him about the TARDIS, did you?" "Oh dear!" "Oh no!" "No, do you think that..." "Yes I do think!" "Oh, but..." "There you are, it's locked!" "Victoria!" "They've left already?" "Aye, we passed them a while back." "Aye, off to Holborn, they were." "Holborn, eh?" "Right..." "Before you go, sir, could you tell me where..." "Scarpered." "Listen!" "I'm so worried about Jamie!" "Jamie!" "Doctor!" "Good to see you!" "Oh Jamie, you're safe!" "Jamie, have you seen Chorley?" "Who's he?" "Hey, why were you locked in?" "Have you seen anyone leave headquarters here?" "Well aye, just now." "Right, come along, no time to waste!" "What...?" "Come on, I'll tell you as we go!" "But where's the Doctor?" "After all, this was his idea..." "Well, shall I go and get him?" "Wait here!" "Father, no!" "Weams?" "Weams!" "..." "What..." "Good Lord!"