"Sincro: wyxchari" "Oh!" "Ah!" "No!" "No, no, no..." "What's that?" "The rockets!" "The Doctor's going without us!" "He wouldn't do!" "Oh, come on!" "It's no good, Dom!" "Damn thing won't respond at all!" "Wha... uh... what is it, Milo?" "What's happened?" "We've walked right into Caven's trap." "Caven!" "Of course." "The LIZ is being operated by remote control." "Must have installed an override unit in here somewhere." "DOCTOR!" "Oh, don't touch him, Jamie." "Oh, don't touch him at all." "Is he all right?" "Zoe, is he all right?" "His pulse is weak." "He must have been caught in the blast of those rocket boosters." "Oh, these fumes!" "Come on, let's get him out of here." "Cut their oxygen supply." "Caven, NO!" "You heard me, Dervish, cut the oxygen." "Kill them!" "Oxygen cut." "Please, please, I'll help you!" "I'll do anything." "Hey, Dom." "This must be it." "These screw heads have been loosened recently." "Let's get this off." "Milo!" "I can hardly breathe!" "The airflow..." "Huh?" "It's been cut!" "Connect the flow - please, please, I'll do anything." "Sit down!" "Stop that yapping!" "All set, boss." "He's wasting his time, it's well hidden." "One down, one to go." "Father!" "Where's the Doctor and his friends?" "They're not there!" "WHERE ARE THEY?" "Easy now." "That's better, the air's clearer here." "Doctor." "Doctor!" "And again, come on." "Oh dear." "Thank goodness for that, we thought you'd gone and had it!" "It's alright Jamie, I'm perfectly all right." "Why did Milo take off without us?" "I don..." "I don't think he intended to, Zoe." "Oh but he must have." "How could the LIZ take off otherwise?" "Milo wasn't anywhere near the controls when it all happened." "But surely..." "Of course - remote control!" "Yes, I think it's the only answer." "What good would it do Caven, shooting you up into space in a rocket?" "I'm not sure Jamie, but we've got to find that remote control unit and save Milo and Dom." "Come on!" "Oh!" "Oh now steady, Doctor." "It's alright, Zoe." "I'll be all right if you don't fuss me." "Come along." "They'll be unconscious in five minutes, and dead in fifteen." "The V-Ship should drop alongside some ten minutes after that." "Nice timing, Dervish." "Why don't you just kill them off now?" "Explode the rocket and have done with it." "Wouldn't suit my purpose." "Caven, do we have to go through with this?" "What's the matter, cold feet suddenly?" "Why can't we get away now while we've still got the chance?" "Hermack thinks Clancey's the man he wants." "We're giving him Clancey - dead so that he can't talk and with a load of stolen argonite in his cargo bay." "Oh you've got it all worked out, haven't you." "Down to the last detail." "Yeah but what about the Doctor and his friends?" "Suppose they get in touch with the Space Corps?" "They won't." "I'll find them now and take care of them." "Now don't take any lick from her." "If she gives you any trouble, kill her!" "I..." "I don't want to, but if I have to, I'll kill you!" "I'm sorry." "I'm truly sorry." "They don't stand a chance, do they?" "By the time the Space Corps get here they'll be dead." "Well, what is it?" "Could be one of the pirate ships - a beta dart." "Can't make it out yet, sir." "It's too far away." "Right." "Full boost." "We'll get in closer and have a look." "Don't you understand?" "There's nothing I can do - nothing!" "This is your one chance to get free of Caven." "Help me!" "We can get the Space Corps out so that..." "No!" "I daren't!" "Don't move." "All right." "I can see it's pointless arguing with a gutless fool like you." "You don't care about anything except your own skin!" "Shut up!" "SHUT UP!" "Quickly!" "We must do something." "They've cut off the air in the LIZ and my father's in there - he's dying." "This is the remote contraption." "Oh my word!" "I'm afraid the blast from the gun has fused the wires together." "Can't you do something?" "Well?" "There's no sign of them on this level, sir." "Right, spread down on the next level by the old workings." "Right, sir" "And if you see any sign of that Doctor and his friends, you shoot to kill." "Right, sir." "I'll be back in the Issigri HQ." "Come on!" "Come on, please!" "I think..." "I think that's the air-conditioning circuit reconnected." "Now then, the radio link." "Hello LIZ 79." "Can you hear me?" "Can you hear me, Dom?" "Dom Issigri?" "Father!" "Father, this is Madeleine." "Can you hear me?" "Are you sure the radio link's working?" "Well, I think so." "What about the video?" "No, this is much more difficult, I'm afraid." "How can we tell whether they're all right or not?" "Well..." "Hey, Doctor!" "What is it Jamie?" "I'm busy." "It's Dervish - he's gone!" "What?" "Well he's bound to bring Caven and the guards back." "Aye." "I'll close the main doors, then we'll be safe." "Let's try and contact the LIZ again, please." "Father, Milo, can you hear me?" "Milo, Father, please answer if you can hear me!" "Hey girl!" "Stop screeching like a banshee, will you?" "Milo!" "Milo, is that you?" "Ah..." "I'll tell ya..." "Just let me clear the fog from me ears and I'll tell ya!" "Is my father all right?" "Yeah, I think he's all right Maddie." "LIZ 79, this is General Hermack." "Ah!" "Not another banshee!" "Take your volume down, will you General - you're blasting me ears off!" "Clancey, cut your motors." "We're coming alongside." "Look General, will you just shut up, and let me get a word in edgeways?" "I've got something to tell you that'll make your hair curl." "Now just for once in your life, will you listen to me?" "!" "Dervish, I thought I told you to..." "Caven!" "The Doctor and his friends... well they attacked me." "I was lucky to get away with my life." "YOU FOOL!" "They'll bring the Space Corps down on us." "Oh you!" "Come on!" "Is this true, Clancey?" "General Hermack, this is Dom Issigri." "What Milo has told you is true." "Caven has engineered this whole thing." "And if you don't stop yabbing General, he's going to get clean away with it." "All right Clancey, that's quite enough of that." "Give me Issigri Headquarters on the video." "Yes sir." "Miss Issigri, we are coming to your assistance." "We're going to launch a full scale attack in approximately..." "Fifty-five minutes." "Fifty-five minutes." "All right, General." "Thank you." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey wait on, Maddie!" "Hey General!" "What about..." "What about us?" "!" "You can't leave us here like flies on fly-paper." "Hello Milo." "Now listen." "The Doctor!" "I think I can help you dismantle the remote control device and regain control of the LIZ." "Control of the LIZ." "That would be something." "I think the remote control unit will be probably situated somewhere in the computer preselector." "Now do you know where that is?" "Well, of course I know where it is." "I know the LIZ like the back of my hand." "Now that computer thingummy, that should be err... well ah... somewhere about HERE, I guess." "AH HA!" "What's happened?" "Have you found it?" "Oh it must be!" "Oh it must be!" "Hey, you know..." "Maybe... maybe it'll be somewhere behind here, Dom." "It's locked from the inside." "Madeleine can you hear me?" "This is Caven." "He's probably outside the main door." "That's where the internal video is." "You can't get in, Caven." "By the time you cut through that door, the Space Corps will be swarming all over Ta." "Oh dear Madeleine, you've disappointed me." "We could have made a fortune together, instead of which I have to leave and you have to die." "Empty threats, Caven?" "Oh no." "Dervish, you'll need eighteen to twenty demolition charges." "What for?" "Connect them in series to the atomic fuel store." "But that's madness, Caven." "There isn't time, the... the Space Corps will here before we're finished." "We will, don't worry..." "Yeah, but..." "DO AS I SAY!" "Should be quite a bang." "The equivalent of about eighty old-fashioned hydrogen bombs." "You'd never do that." "You'd blow yourself sky-high as well!" "Oh no." "We shall explode it when we're a safe distance away, and the V-Ship is right in the flash zone." "You have about forty minutes." "Oh, don't try to leave." "I'm turning the manual lock from this side." "Enjoy the big bang!" "That's it." "I don't think he's bluffing." "And if he sets off an explosion in the atomic fuel store..." "Then we must see to it that he doesn't." "But how?" "We can't stop him if we're locked in here." "What about the Space Corps?" "Can they get here in time." "No, V-ships require a complicated landing technique - they're so large." "Besides, we shall have to warn them of Caven's intended escape." "Then who's going to get us out of here?" "There's only one man that can, Jamie." "Milo!" "But the LIZ is still jammed in remote control." "I know, I know, but we shall free it!" "You hope." "Get hold of the space patrol and tell them what's happened." "I'd better see how Milo's getting on with that bird's nest." "You're taking your time." "Only the detonator to connect up now." "GET A MOVE ON!" "Do you mind?" "!" "What?" "This is something that can't be rushed." "Knock that again, and we won't have half a second left." "I've known one of these things go up if somebody so much as coughed!" "We've got half an hour before that space ship drops on us." "He's planting some sort of explosive device in the atomic fuel store." "With a radio controlled detonator." "He intends to retire the Beta Dart and explode out of range." "Yes." "Then we must try and intercept him before he has the chance to transmit the triggering pulse." "We'll let you know, Miss Issigri, don't worry." "Milo?" "Have you found that little red wire leading into the neuristor bank?" "Ha!" "Little red wire, he says!" "There's about a thousand little red wires here." "You hold that bunch, will you Dom?" "Now, neuristor bank?" "Ah, well that might be this one here." "I'll give that a go there." "It sounded as if you've found it." "Jumping galactic gob-stoppers, why didn't you tell me it was alive!" "My fingers." "Now, somewhere near that neuristor bank, there should be the implanted overriding unit." "It's probably transistorised - very small." "Is that it?" "Yeah?" "Is that it?" "Could be, Dom." "We'll try that one shall we?" "What's happening?" "I found it!" "Right." "Now, dismantle it carefully." "I just have." "Hold on a second, Dom." "We're on our way!" "All fixed." "Good!" "By twelve hundred hours we'll be far enough away to escape the blast." "Is the ship ready?" "On the pad." "Come on, let's go." "That's a Beta Dart on the scope now, isn't it Penn?" "Must be, sir." "She's boosting off fast!" "Get a minnow Ian, and get after them." "Right, sir." "Lock on intercepting course." "Yes sir." "Ha ha, this is just like old times, hey Dom?" "You and me scuffling along in the old LIZ." "I wish it was the old days..." "Hold on, Dom." "You'll be all right." "In a minute or two, we're going to land on Ta, and you'll see little..." "little Maddy again, Dom." "Little Maddy?" "Maddy." "Yes..." "Yes..." "Mad..." "Maddy!" "Maddy!" "Hold onto something Dom." "Hold on, I'm going to try and approach to orbit!" "Come on, old girl." "Don't let me down, now." "I shall be in striking range in about thirty seconds sir." "Right!" "Don't fire until I give the word." "Oh wait a minute, there's an audio contract." "Beta Dart to V-41!" "Call that Minnow off our tail, Hermack." "I'm warning you if he comes any closer, I'll pull this switch." "And we'll all die together." "You'd better pull back, Ian." "OK sir, if you say so." "Twelve minutes." "Get me Issigri Headquarters." "I'd better break the news to them." "Ah!" "Ah!" "We did it!" "Ho ho!" "We did it Dom." "We're alright." "We're down Dom." "Hello LIZ 79." "Milo, can you hear me?" "Yeah, loud and clear." "We'll be seeing you in a minute, Maddy girl, because we've landed." "Thank goodness for that!" "Now listen Milo, there isn't much time." "You've got to get over to Headquarters and release us quickly." "But why?" "What's going on?" "There's no time for questions!" "Hurry!" "Right-o!" "You'd better stay down there, old timer." "I've got some running to do, and I don't think that you're really up to it!" "The Doctor thinks that he might be able to defuse this explosive." "You haven't much more time." "Eight... perhaps ten minutes." "I've got to launch that Beta Dart at twelve hundred." "All right, but give us as long as you can." "Good luck." "You'll need it." "Milo!" "I haven't run so far since I was knee high to a grasshop..." "Hey, what going on here?" "Where are you all going?" "To turn off a bomb." "Oh my..." "A bomb?" "!" "Hey, wait for me!" "I could creep the minnow in sir, and get a salvo in before they knew what'd happened." "No wait, they've got seven more minutes." "You've got about... six minutes." "Right, open the doors." "Look, he's not doing anything." "Oh Doctor, hurry!" "Grand sakes alive girl, he's got to find the right one." "He'll blow us all to bits if he moves the wrong wire." "One hundred and fifty seconds, sir." "We've got to take the risk." "Attack, Ian, attack!" "FIRE!" "I WARNED YOU HERMACK!" "No, Caven, no!" "We're still in the blast area!" "THEN WE ALL DIE TOGETHER!" "NOW!" "I've just heard that the Space Corps has destroyed the Beta Dart." "Well, at least those varmits have done something right for a change." "Yeah?" "General Hermack is coming back here to pick me up." "I have to go back to home planet." "What for?" "To stand trial." "Wh..." "To stand trial?" "Now... now listen, don't you worry about that, little Maddy girl." "I'll have a few words with those danglers about that." "Don't worry." "The General doesn't seem to think that the outcome will be disastrous, and my father's evidence will help." "Yeah, damn certain it will!" "Poor old critter." "Hey, would you like to go and have a... have a word with him old Maddy girl?" "He's only out there on the LIZ." "Yes, yes." "It'll be strange seeing him after all these years." "Go on." "You... you go by yourself." "Go on." "I don't know how to thank you." "Doctor?" "Doctor, what about the TARDIS?" "Hey, that's a point." "Where is it?" "Oh... oh the TARDIS, that's no problem." "It's ah... orbiting Lobos, Milo's home planet, in one of the beacon sections." "Oh no problem, hey?" "Well how are we going to get to it?" "Well Milo's very kindly offered us a lift in the LIZ." "Oh no, not the LIZ again!" "Frankly I'd rather walk." "You what?" "You never know you might have to..."