"(DOCTOR WHO THEME)" "(ALARM SOUNDING)" "Look." "No, don't move." "It'll only antagonise him." "Okay, don't worry." "She'll calm down now the coolant's flowing." "Thank you, Mr Sutton." "Still too much power from the nuclear reactor." "I think the Doctor went to deal with it." "What?" "Well, check it please, Petra." "Look, there's nothing to be frightened of, old chap." "(PHONE RINGING)" "Well?" "There's still no reply from the main switch room." "What do those fools think they're doing?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "(SNARLING)" "(GUN FIRING)" "It's still not a Red One emergency." "I know." "Shall I give the order?" "Not until I consider it necessary." "Why does nobody answer this phone?" "(SNARLING)" "Pistol." "Pistol!" "No, no!" "Don't touch him." "Look at that wall." "It's scorched." "Hello?" "Oh, it's you, Stahlman." "Thank you." "We've dealt with the matter ourselves." "Well done, everyone." "I'll have a new medal struck, The Order of the Turkish Bath." "The emergency has been contained." "Return to your normal duties, everyone." "We contained it by the skin of our teeth." "We may not be so lucky next time." "The main operation was not at fault." "Those idiots at the nuclear reactor boosted the power too high." "All right, so it was some kind of accident." "They happen, you know." "You have to make allowances, take precautions." "I can make no allowances for incompetence, Mr Sutton." "Petra." "Is that man a complete nut?" "I don't think so, Mr Sutton." "Thank you for helping with the emergency." "Well, if you really want to show your gratitude, there are one or two things." "Like what?" "Like call me Greg, for instance." "It's my name." "All this mister-ing makes me nervous." "And second?" "I've got one or two ideas." "What about?" "Safety precautions at the drill-head area." "Both bullets right through the heart." "But he was alive and moving for several minutes." "Abnormal resistance, abnormal strength." "That's not all." "Excuse me, sir." "The medics are on their way over." "They'd better not touch the body for a while." "It's radiating a good deal of heat." "Right, sir." "The man's dead, Doctor." "Heat, Brigadier." "Like the wrench that killed that technician." "Like that switch over there." "What about these two?" "There don't seem to be any major injuries." "Shock?" "Possibly." "I don't know." "Wyatt?" "Private Wyatt?" "Doctor, I need some answers." "Hmm?" "What did happen to Slocum?" "Some sort of retrogression of the body cells, I think." "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Not fully, not yet." "It was as if he was turning into some sort of animal." "Yes." "The process was relatively slow and it wasn't completed." "Have a devil of a job keeping this quiet." "Why wasn't the metamorphosis completed?" "That noise he was making." "I've never heard anything like that before." "I have." "Where?" "Krakatoa, the Sundra Straits." "During the volcanic eruption of 1 883." "Doctor, are you telling me that there's some link between Slocum and the volcanic eruption in Krakatoa?" "There could be." "(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)" "Sir, Wyatt and the technician, they've disappeared." "What?" "Cleared off before the medics could look at them." "Come on." "Wyatt?" "Wait!" "Now, Wyatt, listen to me." "You need help." "(SCREECHING)" "DOCTOR:" "Don't touch him!" "Whatever you do, don't touch him." "According to my calculations, Petra, we can accelerate the drilling speed by 1 2% without any adverse effects." "Professor Stahlman..." "This will advance the time of penetration of the Earth's crust by nearly five hours." "Professor Stahlman, could you please come to Central Control?" "Sir Keith wants you to look at something in there." "Well, what on earth is it?" "Do you reckon he'll know what it is?" "Well, if he does, he's a darn sight cleverer than the rest of us." "Hello?" "What have we got here?" "What is it, Sir Keith?" "Open it, please." "We've been getting traces of this stuff from number 2 output pipe for some time now." "Recently, it's started coming out in greater quantities." "Analysis report?" "None." "So far the substance has defied analysis." "Ridiculous." "If it exists, it can be analysed." "The labs say they can't get near enough to the stuff to carry out a proper examination." "It took them all their time to siphon some off into that heat-resistant jar." "Then we shall just have to wait till it cools down a bit, won't we?" "Well, I doubt whether it will cool down." "And who the devil asked you?" "I was just venturing an opinion." "Based on what?" "Krakatoa, actually." "Professor, I have to speak to you and Sir Keith on a matter of great urgency." "Not just at this moment, if you don't mind." "I must insist, sir." "This is vital." "Well, talk to our good friend Sir Keith." "He's got time for talking." "I haven't." "Professor, in the last few hours, three men have died in this establishment." "Died violently." "I must talk to you in my office now." "Oh, very well." "Sir Keith?" "I'll examine that stuff in the labs." "What do you think?" "I wish I could hear it, Liz." "Hear it?" "I wonder if it screeches." "Doctor, I think you ought to come and look at the main computer." "Why?" "Something interesting?" "Something downright frightening if you ask me." "But surely, Brigadier, this matter comes under the jurisdiction of the medical section, or security?" "It's a personnel problem." "It's got nothing whatsoever to do with the technical side of this operation." "Professor, three men have died." "I'm sorry for that." "But it's none of my responsibility." "How can you say that?" "These deaths concern all of us." "The Doctor believes there's some connection..." "That doctor has no authority in this establishment." "How many times do I have to repeat that?" "His calculations on initial stresses were invaluable to this project." "Without them..." "I would have come to the same conclusion." "He came to his answers in 1 0 minutes." "You had a team of mathematicians working on it for a month." "That's hardly the point, Sir Keith." "Gentlemen, please." "I am still waiting for some decision on my particular problems." "Well, as you say, Brigadier, they are your problems." "Please deal with them as you see fit." "A question." "Yes?" "Isn't anybody going to pay any attention to that computer out there?" "That computer is oversensitive." "Its data is unreliable." "You talk about the thing as though it was your maiden aunt." "My own calculations are more specific." "I'll tell you something that should be of vital interest to you, Professor." "Well, what?" "That you, sir, are a nitwit!" "Professor!" "Come quickly!" "That man ought to be locked up." "PETRA:" "I think the jar's going to shatter." "Stand back, everybody." "No, Professor, don't." "Yes, well, I wouldn't have done that if I was you." "Have that deep frozen at once." "Right, return to work everybody." "The entertainment's over." "Are you all right?" "Yes, of course." "The jar was hot." "It's nothing." "Then perhaps we can continue our discussion." "I hardly think that's necessary." "As far as I'm concerned, everything's been covered." "Thank you for your cooperation." "What about the computer?" "What about it?" "Well, you can't just ignore it." "I prefer to rely on my own judgement." "I've been concerned with this operation for 1 1 years and I know more about the details surrounding it than any machine." "I hope so because its message is perfectly clear." "What message?" "Come and see for yourself." "It warns that the drilling should be stopped immediately." "Well, look at it, man." "Are you blind?" "That computer, as I have said, is inaccurate." "You please yourself, sir." "I've done the best I can to convince you." "I may as well get back to my own work." "You may find that rather difficult." "We can't supply you with any more nuclear power." "Oh?" "Why not?" "We need all the energy we can get." "I propose to accelerate the drilling by 1 2%." "Cut the power to the Doctor's hut." "Not to be reconnected under any circumstances." "That's an incredibly childish attitude to take." "If you will excuse me." "I'm sorry, Doctor." "So am I, Sir Keith." "Petra, listen carefully." "We shall start the acceleration in exactly 25 minutes' time." "That will make the time of penetration zero exactly 49 hours from now." "Professor Stahlman, shouldn't you at least consider what they're saying?" "If I'd listened to all the others, Petra, this project would never have begun." "And if I listen to them now, it'll never be completed." "Have all systems modified to this new programming." "Yes, Professor." "Mr Phillips, Professor Stahlman has decided to modify the drilling rate." "Could you join us at the computer, please?" "Liz?" "Go and check the tri-gamma circuits on the console again, will you?" "Why do you want me to do that?" "Look, please don't ask any questions." "There's a good girl." "All right." "Professor." "What are you doing with that microcircuit?" "You'd do well to mind your own business, Doctor." "That computer is a threat to you, isn't it?" "It could prove you wrong." "Now give me that microcircuit." "(SHOUTS OUT)" "Doctor!" "What on earth do you think you're doing?" "Venusian karate." "It's very effective." "Hold it long enough, and the subject remains permanently paralysed." "Then I suggest you let him go." "Oh, very well." "Will someone please explain what's going on here?" "Shall I tell him or will you?" "Brigadier, have that man expelled from this establishment." "Well, Doctor?" "Will you please tell me what's going on here?" "Look, don't you start asking me questions." "Just keep your eyes open and follow me." "Professor, there are some questions we'd like to ask you." "Brigadier, this man is trying to sabotage my project." "Would you mind telling us what you have in your left-hand pocket?" "Professor?" "Oh, very well." "Nothing." "Left-hand." "Right-hand." "Satisfied?" "Now get that man out of my sight!" "I tell you he had a microcircuit in his pocket." "Well, it isn't there now, and after all, he is in charge." "Yes." "Well, I suppose I've got something better to do with my time anyway." "You see, it's packing up already." "You find any damage to the main circuits?" "Two of the bypass wires were burnt out." "But apart from that, everything seems all right." "Did you replace them?" "Yes." "Good, good." "What was all that business at Central Control?" "Oh, just a little contretemps between myself and Stahlman." "Nothing of any importance." "Well, with the nuclear power cut off, we're just wasting our time, aren't we?" "Oh, I don't think so." "At least you won't be able to make any trial runs." "Liz, it wasn't the console that was to blame." "It was that nuclear power surge." "I'm afraid you'll never know for sure, Doctor." "Yeah." "Would you do me a favour?" "Yes?" "Nip down to the control centre, will you, and feed these figures into the spare bank of the computer." "They're some epsilon coordinates." "Epsilon coordinates?" "You usually work those out in your head." "Yes, I know, but I'm a bit tired." "Yes, all right." "Doctor?" "Hmm?" "Oh, I'm so sorry." "Thank you." "What's happened to the computer?" "It's broken down." "Oh, well, the Doctor'll just have to work out these calculations in his head after all." "The Doctor sent you?" "Yes, I've just come from the hut." "But he was here when the machine broke down." "What?" "Didn't he tell you?" "No." "Stahlman's demanding that I get rid of him." "It looks as though he sent you on a wild goose chase." "Just a minute." "Brigadier, come on!" "24, 68..." "Someone's using extra power." "That doctor!" "Doctor!" "(WHOOSHING)"