"They're coming at us from both directions!" "Down here, sir." "Sergeant, get the torch." "What are we going to do?" "Back!" "Against the wall!" "He ignored us." "It's out of control." "It's sort of wild." "Come on, lads, hurry it up." "What's that noise, sir?" "I don't know." "Come on, let's try this way." "Isobel, where are you?" "Jamie?" "This is Captain Turner!" "Where are you?" "That's him." "Somebody's coming." "No, wait!" "There are Cybermen between us, remember?" "What are we going to do?" "We can't just wait here." "Some more might come along." "Are you down there?" "Look, at least let them know we're here." "Aye, and the other Cybermen, too." "Not a sound." "Reckon they copped it as well, sir?" "Can't be sure." "That's the trouble." "Yeah, these sewers are a right maze." "They could be anywhere." "Yes." "We'd better get in touch with the Brigadier immediately." "What the...?" "Sir, what?" "Move back, all of you, slowly." "Do not move!" "Sergeant, grenades!" "Yes, sir." "Do not resist." "You will obey instructions." "What do you want us to do?" "You will come with us." "Obey." "Ready, sir." "Obey or you will be destroyed." "Now!" "Get down!" "And again, Sergeant." "Grenade, quick!" "Come on, Perkins, come on." "It's too late, Sergeant." "I'm getting out!" "Perkins!" "Come back, man!" "Well, at least we should have warned them!" "Isobel, Jamie, Zoe!" "Are you down there?" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes, we are!" "Get to the ladder as quickly as you can." "Right." "Come on, hurry it up." "Come on, Sergeant, keep those men moving." "Get the body here, quickly." "Oh, thank goodness..." "Shut up!" "Come on, get out of here and keep out of the way." "I've already lost one man and I don't want to lose any more." "Now up that ladder." "Get moving!" "Jamie, are there any more behind you?" "No." "Good." "Right." "Get the body up." "Jamie, keep a good lookout." "I think one of those Cybermen is still alive." "Quickly, all right." "I'm with you!" "My leg!" "All right." "Hold on, Jamie." "Sergeant!" "That's it." "That's it." "Got it." "Benton, grenade!" "Coming, sir!" "Quick, man!" "Hurry!" "I just don't believe it, sir." "All them grenades and he still came out of it." "Yes." "Come on, let's get out of here." "Any success?" "No, not yet." "There's an alien logic in these circuits but I haven't been able to work it out yet." "Hmm, so we're no further ahead." "No, not yet." "Miss Watkins is developing her photographs." "I'm taking a full report to Geneva and UNIT Central Command." "How long will that take?" "Well, depends." "I leave in the morning." "If I can get the report to the Council tomorrow, we should get some action within two or three days." "But that might be too late!" "Here we are." "Some beauties." " Yes." "Well, what's the matter?" "Er, nothing." "They're very good." "But I don't want to hurt your professional pride, Miss Watkins," "but they do look a little like fakes." "Fakes?" "Yes, I see what you mean." "Oh, charming." "I don't know why I bothered." "Of course they're Cybermen." "Any fool can see that." "You do, McCrimmon." "Hey?" "You know them." "Oh." "The people I'm trying to convince are a little more sceptical." "Yes, of course!" "What?" "It could be, it just could be." "It was definitely the UNIT force." "They attacked three Cybermen and destroyed two of them." "How very clever of them." "They got out alive." "Now if they report on what they saw..." "Their reports will be meaningless, Packer." "In a few hours' time, the invasion will be complete." "There cannot possibly be any serious opposition." "Well, I hope you're right." "I am, Packer, I am." "Just look at it, out there." "Soon we shall control all that." "Has the Professor completed his work on the Cerebraton Mentor machine?" "Yes." "Gregory's bringing him now." "That'll be them." "Ah, come in, gentlemen." "Well, Gregory, success?" "I don't know yet, sir." "We've added narrow bandwidth transducers." "Should make transmission more directional." "Good, good." "Show me." "This is madness." "That machine is a deadly weapon now." "Really?" "The modifications were quite unnecessary." "It worked perfectly well as it was." "For your purposes, perhaps, Professor." "I have a somewhat different use for it." "All right, all right." "Do with it what you will." "The machine's yours now." "Now, will you let me get out of this place?" "And let Isobel go free, as you promised?" "But, my dear fellow, she is free." "Free?" "Where?" "Where is she?" "Probably sitting quite comfortably at home." "Now, then, how does one operate this?" "Careful, Mr Vaughn." "Don't point it at anyone." "No?" "Dangerous, is it?" "Fear, Watkins." "Do you know what fear is?" " No, don't!" "Mr Vaughn, you'll kill him!" "Stop!" "Perhaps we should try the effects of the machine on you, Gregory!" "At full power!" "No, no." "Mr Vaughn." "I was only afraid that if we still needed the Professor..." "I'm aware of that." "Unfortunately, I suppose that I still need you." "Otherwise, I..." "Pick him up." "Professor, you'll be taken back to the factory compound." "I want these machines on the production lines immediately." "Do you understand?" "Vaughn, obviously I can't choose but work for you." "If I refuse, you'll torture me, you'll kill me." "I know I can't stand up to torture, and I don't want to die." "You're an evil man, Vaughn." "You're sadistic." "You're a megalomaniac." "You're insane." "I pity you, but if I get half a chance," "I'll kill you!" "Kill me?" "Would you?" "Give me your gun, Packer." "Take it!" "There you are." "Take it." "Now you're free to shoot me, Professor." "Shoot." "Shoot!" "Come on, the gun's loaded, or haven't you got the courage to pull the trigger?" "Take him away." "Get work started on the machine immediately." "Tea, Doctor?" "Oh, thank you." "Jamie." "Jamie, tea." "Captain Turner calling UNIT Control." "Captain Turner calling UNIT Control." "How do you read me, over?" "UNIT Control." "Loud and clear, sir." "Over." "Relay all important messages and reports direct through to here, Sergeant, over." "Wilco, over." "Good." "Over and out." "Thanks." "I'm forgiven, then?" "What?" "For being such a twit and going down those sewers." "I'm sorry about the soldier." "Yes, well, it's all right." "You weren't to know what you were really letting yourself in for." "Why, I could have got us all killed." "I just didn't realise." "I mean, those Cybermen things." "I've just been listening to Zoe telling the Brigadier all about them for his report, and they really do sound as murderous as they look." "You know, we dropped five grenades right on top of them and one of them still came out of it." "I'd hate to have to face a whole army of them." "No, no, no, no, no!" "Hmm." "What's the matter, Doctor?" "Would someone mind telling me what's going on?" "Don't worry, Jamie." "Finish your tea and get back to sleep." "UNIT Control to CO." "UNIT Control to CO." "Over." "Captain Turner here, Sergeant." "Stand by." "Isobel, will you get the Brigadier for me?" "Oh, sure." "Brigadier's on his way now, Sergeant." "What's the flap?" "Over." "Report from red sector 1, sir, at 2030 hours..." "Hold on a sec." "Right, the Brigadier's listening now." "Go ahead, Sergeant." "Benton on routine observation reports two guards and another man leaving with the Professor." "He is on their tail now, sir." "Over." "Hold on, Sergeant." "Look, sir, we could intercept and release the Professor." "Well, officially we..." "Oh, do!" "Please do." "Brigadier, if you could rescue him, he might be able to help us with our problem." "All right, your shindig, Jimmy." "Sergeant, tell Benton to stay with them." "I'm on my way now." "I'll contact him en route, over." "Wilco, over." "Jimmy, don't take any chances." "Vaughn's lot know we mean business and they won't be playing games." "No, sir." "Neither will I. I'll take the full assault platoon with me." "Right." "Sergeant, alert the full assault platoon." "I'll relay instructions en route." "Have you got that?" "Over." "Yes, sir." "Over." "Good." "Over and out." "Good luck." "Thank you." "Yes." "Good luck, Jimmy." "I think Mr Vaughn is going to have quite a scrap on his hands." "There were at least 30 of them, all UNIT men and all armed, Mr Vaughn." "We didn't stand a chance." "Out of nowhere." "They just came out of nowhere." "And they just took the Professor?" "What could we do?" "There were at least..." "Thirty of them, you say?" "It was hopeless." "They shot the two guards," "and they'd have shot me if..." "If you hadn't run away." "Well, yes." "You realise, of course, that without the Professor's assistance it will not be possible to get the Cerebraton machine on the production line." "No, Mr Vaughn, I can." "Given a little time, I'm sure I can!" "But you have no time, Gregory." "No time at all." "Kill him!" "I'm sorry." "I can't tell you." "You've no idea what these micromonolithic circuits are for?" "No." "Oh, my word." "I couldn't understand why Vaughn wanted the modifications to the machine." "You say that he is going to mass-produce these machines?" "Yes." "Why should he want a weapon like that if he has the Cybermen to fight for him?" "I have no idea." "Unless..." "Professor!" "You say that you've developed this machine to produce excessively powerful emotional pulses." "Yes, that's true." "Well, that's it!" "Vaughn's going to use it as a weapon against the Cybermen, once he has no further use for them." "What, the Professor's machine?" "Yes." "Emotion is alien to the Cybermen's nervous system." "It'll destroy it." "The micromonolithic circuits." "They're emotional circuits!" "No wonder they weren't logical." "Now, why didn't I think of this before?" "Now, let's see." "Now what's he up to?" "I've no idea." "Doctor, Doctor..." "Now, look, Jimmy, I better get back to Control." "I leave for Geneva at dawn." "If the Doctor should come up with anything," "let me know." "Right, sir." "Oh." "Oh, well, if anything exciting happens, wake me up, will you?" "I was in the middle of a lovely dream." "Honestly, Jamie." "Cybermen underneath London and all you can think about is your sleep." "Jamie!" "Ah, there's no peace." "What is it?" "The Doctor discovered something important." "Come on!" "Oh, how do you do, Jamie?" "Now, then, here is the Earth." "And here is the Moon." "And these are the communication satellites circling the Earth." "And here is the Cybermen's spaceship, the invasion spaceship, the one that we saw." "Right, now if I'm right, I think that this will come to this side of the Moon" "and boost signals to the Earth." "The signals will activate these circuits." "Precisely." "But you still haven't told us what that will do." "The micromonolithic circuits are artificial nervous systems." "Once activated they will produce the Cyber-hypnotic force that controls human beings." "But there are hundreds, thousands of these circuits in IE equipment all over the world." "Exactly." "So everyone will come under their control." "Yes." "Yes, the Cybermen will take over everybody." "Well, isn't there anything that we can do?" "Yes, there is a way to block the signals, isn't there, Zoe?" "The depolariser." "Worn at the back of the neck, it will jam the Cyber-control waves." "Yes." "Have you any neuristors here, Professor?" "Well, a few, I think." "Zoe, show the Professor what to do." "The invasion could come at any moment." "Is all in readiness?" "Of course." "There is one hour to invasion time." "Countdown will start from now." "Excellent." "We are moving into position now." "Ready to transmit the Cyber-signal." "Brigadier, they must all be fitted at once." "The invasion could come at any moment." "I'll get all UNITgroups onto it as soon as possible, Doctor." "Good." "Good." "If you want any help, just call me up." "Will do." "Out." "Now, then, how many have you made, Zoe?" "Well, only three, I'm afraid." "We couldn't find any more neuristors." "What?" "There must be some more amongst all this gubbins." "Come on, let's have a look." "We must protect everyone here at least." "We are proceeding to our position now." "Transmitter will be ready in 30 minutes." "A few minutes, Packer." "A few minutes and then..." "I shall control the world." "You?" "You're sure?" "Quite certain, Packer." "Quite certain." "Penny for them?" "It's all so peaceful." "Mmm." "Do you think the Doctor could be wrong this time?" "I mean about the invasion." "Well, he's been right up to now." "Yes." "True, but..." "Well, I don't know, look, it's..." "Yeah, I know what you mean." "It's..." "Why, it's just incredible, isn't it?" "Looking at all that peace out there, it's so difficult to imagine." "What..." "What's that noise?" "Zoe, my depolariser." "It must have fallen off!" "Oh, Professor, get a depolariser quickly." "Quickly!" "Doctor!" "Doctor!" "Is he all right?" "I don't know." "Oh, whatever is that noise?" "Doctor!" "What is it?" "What's happened?" "It's the Cybermen." "We've just seen hundreds of them coming out of the sewers."