"Sincro: wyxchari" "My dear Ashe, if the Primitives have taken Jo to their city, I must go after her." "And get yourself killed - or captured too?" "What else can I do?" "Well, you may be able to buy her back." "What?" "Well, from time to time they capture someone and trade them for food." "With luck, they should be along soon to offer her back." "Well, I can't just sit here and wait!" "In any case, I haven't got any food to offer them." "Well, you don't have to worry about that." "We've got plenty of food." "But you're running short!" "All right, if you're determined to go on alone, tell them I'll pay the ransom." "I think they trust me." "Thank you." "It must be the Adjudicator!" "You're simply making this worse for yourselves." "Well, you think so?" "You heard that ship land." "What sort of impression will this make on the..." "Adjudicator?" "What's this?" "A very delicate piece of equipment." "Leave it alone!" "Some kind of projector!" "An item of Caldwell's survey equipment, isn't it, Caldwell?" "Yes, that's right." "They why lock it away?" "Optical trickery!" "It was only meant to scare you away." "There was no need for anyone to be killed." "Shut up, Caldwell." "Well, Captain Dent, I wonder how this will look to the Adjudicator?" "Are both parties to the dispute assembled?" "Well, er, not exactly, sir." "Surely you were advised of my arrival?" "It's the adjudicator calling from his ship." "Will you answer my question please?" "Er, this is Robert Ashe, sir." "I am the leader of the colonists." "Good, now I require both parties to the dispute to be assembled as quickly as possible." "But things have become rather confused, sir." "The situation..." "I have no desire to discuss that before the inquiry." "Kindly let me know when you're all ready." "I'd better tell Winton to get those IMC men over here." "This is going to look very bad to the Adjudicator." "Why?" "Well, we've become the aggressors now." "It may prejudice our case." "Did you find Jo?" "We found where they've been keeping her." "It looks as though the Primitives have got her." "What's the point in bringing over the prisoners?" "We'll bring the evidence." "That should be enough for the Adjudicator." "The guards have been disarmed and locked in their quarters." "What are those for?" "They used those to fake the monsters." "That's the evidence we need." "Why have they been untied?" "They're being handed over to the adjudicator." "No, we're not going to bother with the Adjudicator." "My name is Leeson." "You murdered my brother." "Now Alec." "But... but Dent's the killer - not me." "I mean, he's killed colonists on other planets." "Shut up, Morgan." "Now look, I've got all the proof you need!" "He murdered the Leesons." "Take it easy, Alec!" "All right, where is your proof?" "There's a secret compartment." "Well open it!" "Is he telling the truth, Dent?" "How many other killings have there been?" "I thought you didn't want to know about that sort of thing?" "Morgan!" "I'm warning you, Morgan!" "Now you be quiet!" "Drop your guns - or he's dead!" "You'll release my security guards." "I've, er, I've come to bring back the girl." "Well, Ashe will come and give you food if you come and return her." "Look, I know you can understand me." "You can read my mind." "I've come to buy back the girl!" "Thank you." "A great honour to meet you, Adjudicator." "I am Robert Ashe and this is my daughter, Mary." "We've done the best we can, er, the... rest will be here shortly." "Get onto the radio!" "Find out why the others aren't here!" "All right." "Have you told him the IMC people are prisoners?" "No, not yet." "I'll have a go now." "Doctor!" "Oh, I'm so pleased to see you!" "I didn't think I'd see you again!" "It's all right, Jo, it's all right, I'm here now." "Wait, wait!" "We must talk!" "He's probably gone to get the other one." "What other one?" "There's some sort of creature that seems to be in charge of them." "Is it humanoid?" "No, not really." "Well, that's interesting." "There must be two races on this planet." "Well never mind that!" "How are we going to get out of here?" "Don't you worry about that, my dear." "I'm gonna buy you back!" "Buy me back?" "That's right, just a simple business transaction." "You know, judging by the room and this machinery, it could have been a highly advanced civilisation." "Then what happened to it?" "It went into a decline." "You know, these Primitives could be descendants of a tremendously advanced race." "That's just what I was thinking." "Come take a look at this." "Well, it's extraordinary." "A sort of chronicle, history." "Buildings, cities, machines... well, they even invented flight." "What happened here?" "Mmm?" "Oh... buildings in ruins, people lying dead." "Mmm, some great catastrophe, I should think." "After that everything changes." "Yes, look at this, Jo." "A completely different style and design." "Much cruder, more primitive." "More recent too." "Mmm." "A man being... forced through a hatch." "It looks like some sort of sacrifice." "Jo, there - would you say that was some sort of time mechanism?" "How do you do?" "Don't move, Jo!" "I think he's almost blind." "Er, I've come to take this young lady back." "If you go to Ashe's dome, he will give you food." "That picture he pointed to - it was the sacrifice!" "Those sir, are the facts." "The Interplanetary Mining Corporation has entered plan to drive us from this planet, which is rightfully ours." "They've used violence and murder." "Do you have any proof to support these allegations?" "There was proof." "We found it on board their spaceship, the claws, the projection equipment - everything!" "Can you produce this evidence?" "They've destroyed it." "I see." "Do you anything more to say?" "No sir." "Robert, you can't just leave it at that!" "What about the killings?" "!" "Look, leave it Winton!" "Thank you." "Right, I will now hear the statement from IMC." "Captain Dent, please?" "Now what?" "No idea." "But if want to get out of here, we'd better distract him somehow." "After you, Miss Grant." "Thank you, Doctor." "Jo, I don't think he can see us." "Come on." "Where are they going?" "Let's not wait to find out." "I think they brought us in this way." "Checkmate, I'm afraid, Miss Grant." "What is that thing?" "It's like a reactor." "It's like that picture!" "I think they're going to sacrifice us!" "My city is forbidden." "Why have you come here?" "I was brought here." "And you?" "I came to take her back." "All intruders in the city must die." "That is the law." "We have no wish to offend your laws." "The race that built this city were intelligent, civilised." "They wouldn't condemn the innocent." "The law must obeyed!" "Surely the basis of all true law is justice." "Look, we... we're both strangers to your planet." "The girl was brought here by your warriors as a captive!" "All we ask is to be allowed to leave in peace." "I sense... that you are a being of... superior intelligence." "And, although the creature with you is of no value, I will let you both go." "But... remember this - if you ever return, you will be destroyed." "Thank you sir." "And may I say that I'm overjoyed to find that justice prevails in your city." "Doctor, what was that thing that saved us?" "Well, it was a being of tremendous intelligence, probably one of the rulers of this city." "Three different races or three mutations of the same race?" "Come on, Doctor." "This is no time for philosophising." "Yes." "You're quite right." "Let's get back to the space dome." "Right." "Well, I have now heard the statements from both sides." "I think you should know that on my way here I contacted Earth and had a check made of planetary records." "Now obviously, an error has occurred." "A faulty computer on Earth has allocated this planet both for colonisation and for mineralogical exploitation." "It will therefore be my duty to judge this case upon its merits." "It's the Master!" "Since however the issues are, er, extremely complicated, I shall need time to consider my decision." "This tribunal stands adjourned." "And why are you impersonating the adjudicator?" "My dear Doctor, I am the adjudicator!" "Rubbish!" "What are you doing here anyway?" "Did the Time Lords send you?" "Nobody sends me anywhere." "I'm a free agent." "So you've at last succeeded in escaping from your long exile on Earth." "Congratulations." "What are your plans now?" "Well, my immediate plans are to expose you as an imposter!" "That would be very foolish of you." "My credentials are immaculate." "Forged, of course." "Of course!" "But... immaculate." "May I see your credentials, Doctor?" "Don't be absurd." "What?" "No interplanetary travel permit?" "No registration for your TARDIS?" "No personal identification?" "Bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo!" "Maybe, but in this regimented age of ours, essential." "Without these, my dear Doctor, you do not exist." "I could have you sent back to Earth as a prisoner." "Oh, is that what you plan to do?" "Not, not unless you force my hand." "I think you'd be well advised to keep silent - for both our sakes?" "Now if you'll excuse me." "The tribunal will reconvene." "Well, I have had time carefully to consider the statements that have been put before me." "On the one hand, while I have... every sympathy with the aspirations of the colonists, there can be little doubt that their... their stay here is not proving a success." "On the other hand, we have this planet, rich in duralinium - a mineral that is much needed on Earth." "I therefore have no alternative but to rule that colonisation on this planet is unsuitable and the settlers will leave here as soon as possible." "I still can't understand how we got away with it." "The adjudicator was a sensible man." "He bent over backwards to help us and you know it!" "Caldwell!" "We don't have to worry about it any more!" "From now on, this planet belongs to IMC." "And what happens if the colonists refuse to accept the decision?" "Then they'll be rebels - and we know how to deal with rebels - don't we Morgan?" "Look, be better for all of you to go before you get into more trouble." "You're very keen for us to give in aren't you, Norton?" "According to interplanetary law, we can appeal." "What good will that do?" "By the time it's all decided, this planet will be gutted!" "The decision went against us because you made us look like criminals!" "Now what do you want to do now?" "Capture the IMC men, disarm them and get them off this planet!" "And once we've been classified as outlaws, what then?" "Then declare ourselves an independent republic!" "Break with Earth altogether!" "I absolutely forbid it!" "I don't think you're in any position to do that." "David, you've used violence once and we're worse off now than we were before." "Now just give me a chance to use legal methods." "I'm sorry Robert." "Believe me, I really am sorry." "They're planning another attack." "Winton again?" "I've got to talk to the adjudicator!" "We've got to appeal!" "Why don't you tell them about the Master?" "I can't Jo, he wouldn't understand." "Well, we've got to do something." "Yes, well, the Master came to this planet for a purpose, Jo." "I'd like to hear what he has to say when Ashe goes to see him." "IMC control?" "This is the adjudicator." "I have received an emergency call and am preparing to leave this planet immediately." "I wish to see Captain Dent at once." "This is Captain Dent." "Shall I come to your ship?" "You and your officers are to report..." "I do not read you." "Reception is very poor." "Please repeat." "I repeat: your and your officers are to report to the main dome immediately." "This settlement is to be ratified in the presence of all parties." "Very well, adjudicator." "Do you think you've fooled them?" "Well, we shall soon find out." "...Anyway, Earth is crying out for minerals." "Then you think an appeal would fail?" "I do." "Unless of course there were some... special circumstances." "Such as?" "Well, a claim to unusual historical interest, for instance." "Well, this is a very old planet." "We know there was once a very great civilization here." "Indeed?" "Tell me, did they leave any traces?" "There's a ruined city not far from here." "That's very interesting." "Tell me more about it..." "You two men - up there on the gantry." "You two'd better get there behind the steps." "Now where's Norton?" "No idea." "That Doctor said we should keep an eye on him." "I'll go and look for him." "Right, is everybody ready?" "They'll be here in a few minutes." "Norton to IMC spaceship..." "Norton!" "Winton wants you in the main area!" "That's an IMC ra..." "What the devil are you up to?" "Where's Alec?" "I don't know." "All right, Norton." "Get up there." "Look out!" "It's a trap!" "Take cover!" "You stay here!" "I've got to try and stop this senseless killing!" "It won't do any good, Doctor." "They won't listen to you." "It's always the innocent bystander who suffers eventually." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I'm afraid you're both about to become the victims of stray bullets!"