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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Come here, Jamie.

Look at that.

JAMIE: Look at the size
of that thing, Doctor!

Yes, Jamie. That is a big one.

Just a wee laboratory, eh?

Well...

Obviously, it's grown.

It's like 20 castles in the sky!

Are you sure
we've come to the right place?

- Of course I am!
- Ah.

We don't usually get to
where you say we're going.

I got Victoria to where she wanted to go.

Why she wants to learn graphology,
I have no idea.

Ah. Will we ever get back to her, though?

- Of course, we will!
- I'll believe that when I see it!

At the moment, we have other things
to worry about. Look at this!

JAMIE: What?

- Hey, I've not seen that before.
- It's not been here before.

It's a teleport control.

You'd think I'd never flown
a TARDIS solo!

- What's it do?
- It gives the Time Lords dual control.

Infernal cheek.

I shall complain when this is over!

Now then, I think we'll just dematerialise

to avoid their detection beams
and slip in quietly.

Ah, I thought you said they were friendly.

Friendly? I should think
they'd be overwhelmingly so.

Then why are we slipping in quietly?

Jamie, some of the most
brilliant scientists in the universe

have assembled here
to work together in pure research.

I don't want them to know
that I've arrived.

- Why not?
- Think of the commotion.

They'll be scrambling around
wanting my autograph. No, no, no.

I just want a quiet word
with old Dastari, Head of Projects.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Right, then.

(GRUNTS)

(BOOMING)

Splendid! We've hit
conterminous time again.

- Well, we've certainly hit something!
- Now, Jamie!

Right.

Follow me.

- Wait!
- What? What?

We'd better take the recall disc.

And Jamie, don't go wandering off.

- Uh, stay with me.
- Do I ever?

It has been known.

And uh, let me do the talking, hmm?

All you have to do is just stand
in the background and...

- Admire my diplomatic skills.
- Admire your diplomatic skills.

Oh, yes.

Come along.

How dare you?

How dare you transmat that object
into my kitchens?

How dare you have the impertinence
to address me like that?

I am Shockeye o' the Quancing Grig!

I'm not interested in the pedigree
of an Androgum.

I am a Time Lord!

Oh... Oh, my humblest apologies.

I should have realised.

But this... Uh, this one with you?

He is from the planet Earth. A human.

A Tellurian!

Oh! I have not seen one of these before.

Is it a gift for Dastari?

A gift?

Oh, such a soft white skin,

whispering of a tender succulence.

(STAMMERING) Dastari will not
appreciate its qualities, you know.

He has no sensual refinement.

Let me buy it from you.

My companion is not for sale!

I promise you, Lord,
no chef in the nine planets

would do more to bring out
the flavour of the beast!

You get on with your butchery!

- Come along, Jamie.
- Uh...

Oh.

Oh...

I can just taste that flesh.

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

- Who was that?
- Shockeye o' the Quancing Grig.

- So he said.
- I know what he said.

He's an Androgum, Jamie.

The Androgums are the servitors here.

- They do all the station maintenance.
- Ah, you mean a scullion?

Yes, with a high opinion of himself.
Chefs usually have.

- (WHOOSHING)
- It's the TARDIS!

(WHOOSHING)

That's the teleport control.

The Time Lords are really
taking these people seriously.

Come on.

Our allies won't care for that.

I'd promised the Group Marshal
he could have the Time Lord's machine.

Will it make any difference?

Not to me.
I still have the Kartz Reimer module.

But it shows the Gallifreyans
are suspicious.

So, I was right to lay the plans I did.

- So now we wait.
- Not for long.

Stike is moving.

Already?

The calgesic won't have
affected the scientists yet.

It will by the time Stike's forces arrive.

Oh.

Did they enjoy the meal?

Dastari said you had surpassed yourself.

Oh.

Being unable to taste it,

I worried that it might be over-seasoned!

Ah.

Shockeye, their last supper would have
added lustre to your reputation...

Oh.

Except that they won't live
to remember it.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I remember it very clearly, Doctor.

You came to our inauguration,

bearing fraternal greetings from Gallifrey.

Yes, yes. That was before
I fell from favour.

I'm a bit of an exile these days.

Yes, I heard something about that.

But you still act on their instructions?

It's the price I pay for my freedom.

Needless to say, we've had no support
at all from your people.

Oh, Dastari, you can't have
expected help from the Time Lords.

Their policy is one of strict neutrality.

Nonetheless, there's been
widespread disappointment

among the other
Third Zone governments.

Don't chide me, Dastari.
I'm simply a messenger.

Officially, I'm here quite unofficially.

You'll explain that paradox, I know.

I'm a pariah,
exiled from Time Lord society.

So they can always deny sending me.

And why have they sent you?

They have been monitoring
the experiments in time travel

of the Professors Kartz and Reimer.

They want them stopped.

I see.

And how do the Time Lords equate that
with a policy of complete neutrality?

They don't have to.

As I said, I have no official existence,
so they can always deny sending me.

(LAUGHING)

Ah! Typical.

Typical hypocrisy!

Yes, Chessene?

I wondered if your guests
require refreshment, Professor?

- Ah, well... Perhaps we could...
- No, thank you. We've already eaten.

Ah, but that was yesterday!

One meal a day
is quite sufficient, Jamie.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Thank you, Chessene.
- Very good, Professor.

Well, Doctor,
what did you make of our chatelaine?

- Was she an Androgum?
- She was.

Now she's an Androgum TA.
Technologically augmented.

Oh, one of your biological experiments.

I've carried out nine augmentations
on Chessene.

She's at mega genius level now.
I'm very proud of her.

- Proud of her or your own skill?
- Perhaps a little of both.

But all that Androgum energy
is now functioning on a higher plane.

She spends days in the data banks
simply sucking in knowledge.

She's still an Androgum.
You can't change nature.

In Chessene's case, I believe I have.

That's dangerous ground, Dastari.

You give a monkey
control of its environment

it will fill the world with bananas!

Oh, really, Doctor? I expected
something more progressive from you.

Don't you understand
the tremendous implications of my work?

Yes. That's why I say it's so dangerous!

Doctor, our races
have become tired and effete.

Our seed is thin. We must hand
the baton of progress to others.

If I can raise the Androgums
to a higher plane of consciousness,

there's no limit to what that
boiling energy might achieve!

Dastari, I have no doubt,
you could augment an earwig

to the point where
it understood nuclear physics.

But it would still be
a very stupid thing to do!

(BEEPING)

(RHYTHMIC BEEPING)

Identify!

COMPUTER: The approaching
craft are Sontaran battle cruisers.

Their intention is hostile.

WATCHER: Operate the defence!

(GRUNTS)

COMPUTER: Please complete
your last instructions.

The last instruction is cancelled.

Maintain normal surveillance.

COMPUTER: Normal surveillance.

Open all docking bays.

(SPLOSHING)

DOCTOR: Don't do that.
You'll frighten the fish!

PERI: What fish?

Doctor, I'm bored.
We've been here for hours.

(DOCTOR SIGHS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I think it was Rassilon who once said,

"There are few ways in which a Time Lord
can be more innocently occupied"

"than catching fish."

That's a whopper.

Where? I don't see one.

It was Dr Johnson
who said that about money.

But what's the use of a good quotation
if you can't change it?

Anyway, you're not innocently
employed in catching fish, are you?

They're just lazy today.

Any angler will tell you,

there are times
when nothing will tempt them.

That so?

Well, the last time
I fished this particular stretch,

I landed four magnificent
gumblejack in less than ten minutes.

Gumblejack?

The finest fish in this galaxy.
Probably the universe.

Cleaned, skinned,

quickly pan-fried in their own juices
till they're golden brown...

(EXCLAIMS)

Ambrosia steeped in nectar, Peri.

The flavour is unforgettable.

- I think I've got a bite.
- At last.

That's it, yes. Give him his head...

- You really caught something?
- Yes.

My word, this fellow's putting up a fight.

Stand by with the gaff, Peri.

I'm not sticking that thing
in a poor little fish.

Not so little, Peri. Not so little at all,

by the feel of this, it might be a record!

(PERI LAUGHING)

Oh, wow, Doctor.
That must weigh very nearly an ounce.

Yes. But did you see
the one that got away?

That magnificent gumblejack that was
trying to eat this poor little fellow.

Even if I wanted to, Doctor,
I have no authority

to order Professors Kartz and Reimer
to abandon their work.

Of course you have.

You sanction all the experiments
on this station.

And what reason would I give?

That the Time Lords
have expressed concern?

Dastari, our monitors
have already detected

ripples of up to point four
on the Bocca scale.

Anything much higher
would threaten the whole fabric of time.

They are well aware
of the dangers, Doctor.

- They are responsible scientists.
- They're incompetent meddlers!

Aren't you being
a little ingenuous, Doctor?

- What do you mean?
- Hasn't it occurred to you,

that The Time Lords have
a vested interest

in ensuring that others
do not discover their secrets?

Oh, I'm sure that's not the case.

I gather, your own machine
is no longer in the station.

Isn't that because you didn't want
Kartz and Reimer to get a look at it?

Look, I've a suggestion.

Stop these experiments
for the time being,

whilst my people study their work.

If Kartz and Reimer
really are on safe lines,

I'm sure they'll be allowed to continue.

"Allowed to continue'?"

I mean
there would be no further objection.

In the first place, I have no authority

to ask Kartz and Reimer
to submit their work for analysis!

And in the second place,

the Time Lords have no right
to make such a grossly unethical demand.

I've never heard such
unmitigated arrogance!

And I've never heard such
specious claptrap!

Don't you prate to me about ethics!

The balance of the space-time continuum

could be destroyed
by your ham-fisted numbskulls!

(PANTING)

I don't feel there's anything to be gained

by prolonging this discussion, Doctor.

Dastari, you have more letters
after your name

than anyone I know,
enough for two alphabets.

How is it, you can be
such a stupid, stubborn,

irrational, and thoroughly
objectionable old idiot?

What are you smiling at,
you hairy-legged Highlander?

I'm just admiring your diplomatic skills.

Pah!

Dastari?

(IN SCOTTISH ACCENT)
He's got his head down, Doctor,

I can't say I blame him.

I'll thank you not to speak
in that appalling mongrel dialect!

I mean he's gone to sleep.

(IN SCOTTISH ACCENT)
He's no' asleep.

(IN NORMAL ACCENT)
He's not asleep, Jamie.

- He's drugged.
- He's what?

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

What's that?

I would have thought a Jacobite
would recognise that sound.

Professor! Argh!

- Jamie, run.
- What?

Run, I say! Save yourself!

Come along, Peri.

PERI: Yes, sir.

(SIGHS)

We'll try our luck
at the Great Lakes of Pandatorea.

(SIGHS) Must we?

Hmm? Oh, you've never seen such fish!

And as for the Pandatorean conger,
it's longer than your railway trains.

(SCOFFS) I don't think I wish to know.

What is all this fishing stuff anyway?

It's restful. Relaxing.

I think I've been overdoing things.

I haven't felt at all myself lately.

(CHUCKLES) Don't know which is yourself.

Exactly.

This

regen.

- (MUMBLING) regeneration...
- PERI: Doctor...

- (EXCLAIMS) Doctor, what's wrong?
- (GRUNTS)

(CHOKES)

Doctor!

Whoa, there. Steady now...

Quiet, boy. Easy.

Shockeye will not hurt you. Argh!

Oh, we are wild, aren't we?

CHESSENE: Shockeye!
Why aren't you on the ship?

I was just collecting
some provisions, madam.

- CHESSENE: The ship is fully stocked.
- Oh.

But the standard rations are so boring.

These are a few special things
for the journey.

A cold collation I prepared.

Ah.

- The Tellurian has escaped.
- Stike will leave nothing alive here.

Oh, but such a waste, madam.

We must go. Bring the hamper.

Have you decided on our destination?

It's unimportant.

- Earth?
- If you wish.

- Oh...
- But why Earth?

I have a desire to taste
one of these human beasts, madam.

The meat looks so white
and roundsomely layered on the bone.

A sure sign of a tasty animal.

You think of nothing but your stomach,
do you, Shockeye?

The gratification of pleasure
is the sole motive of action.

Is that not our law?

I still accept it,

but there are pleasures
other than the purely sensual.

For you, perhaps.

Fortunately, I have not been augmented.

Take care.

Your purity could easily
become insufferable.

These days, you no longer
use your karam name, do you,

Chessene o' the Franzine Grig?

Do you think for one moment
that I forget that I bear

the sacred blood o' the Franzine Grig?

But that noble history lies behind me,

while ahead...

(SIGHS)

Ahead lies a vision.

- Doctor, are you all right?
- Of course I'm not all right!

- What happened?
- I think you fainted.

I never faint!

I remember now. I felt a weakness.

I felt a weakness and then I...

I was in another place.

Can I get you anything?

Celery. That's what you need.

Celery?

Yes. And the tensile strength
of jelly babies.

But I... I had a clarinet.

Or was it a flute?
Something you blew into.

(STUTTERING) A glass of water?

Water? No, don't think so.

A recorder!

That's what it was.
Some kind of mind lock.

Doctor, you're not making any sense.

I am making perfect sense!
I was being put to death!

I think you should sit down.

Sit down? They're executing me!

Except it wasn't that way.
It didn't end like that.

- So it's not possible.
- What isn't possible?

Well, I exist.
I am here now,

therefore I cannot have been killed then!

That is irrefutable logic, isn't it?

(STAMMERING) Don't worry about it.

But the there and then subsumes
the here and now,

so if I was killed then,
I can only exist now as some sort of

temporal tautology.
That also is irrefutable.

Circular logic will only
make you dizzy, Doctor.

The most likely explanation, of course,

is that I haven't synchronised
properly yet.

Some kind of time slip
in the subconscious.

Perhaps you should see a doctor.

Are you trying to be funny?

No. It was just a suggestion.

Actually, that's not such a bad idea.

Now then, Archimedes...

(SCOFFS) Fascinating chap. Bit wet.

Brunel, Christopher Columbus...

He had a lot to answer for.

Dante, Da Vinci...

Dastari.

Joinson Dastari, HP1, Head of Projects,
Space Station Camera. Third Zone.

- That's him!
- Oh! Who?

Dastari.

The pioneer of genetic engineering.

Be worth the trip, anyway.

Dastari's people are doing some
fascinating work on rho mesons

- as the unstable factor in pin galaxies.
- (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

I can hardly wait.

- What are pin galaxies?
- Hmm?

Oh! They're galaxies
within the universe of the atom.

Difficult to study.
They only exist for one atto-second.

Doctor, I have no idea what that means.

It means you have to be quick.

An atto-second is
a quintillionth of a second.

Right, here we go.

Oh!

You know, that was a good idea
of mine, wasn't it?

What?

Getting medical help.

(BEEPS, WHIRRS)

Strange.
It looks almost abandoned.

Perhaps there's been a power cut.

(SIGHS) Either that
or the Androgums are on strike.

- What are Androgums?
- Hmm?

Oh, they are the original inhabitants
of this part of the galaxy.

You might compare them
to Australopithecus.

Third Zoners use them
to do most of their manual work.

Huh. Seems a bit hard
on the poor Androgums.

(SCOFFS) They've had
a million years to get used to it.

You know, Peri,

I have a feeling.

That something's wrong.

Mmm-hmm.

So do I.

Oh, well, let's go and find out, shall we?

(BEEPING)

(WHOOSHING)

(SNIFFS) Ugh!

Oh, Doctor, it's foul!

Are you sure it's safe?

- Plenty of oxygen.
- But that awful smell.

Mainly decaying food,

and corpses.

Corpses?

That is the smell of death, Peri.

Ancient musk heavy in the air.

Fruit-soft flesh peeling from white bones.

The unholy, unburiable smell
of Armageddon.

Nothing quite so evocative
as one's sense of smell, is there?

I feel sick.

I think you'll feel a good deal sicker
before we're finished here.

Oh.

(SNARLING)

Laser bolt there.
You see?

(SIGHS)

And there.

It must have been quite a fight.

Look!

Quite recently, too,

otherwise the atmosphere
would have cleared.

Do you think we should
go on any further?

What?

Well, I mean, if there's no one left alive,

there's nothing we can do now is there?

I want to find out what happened here.

Look, you can go back
to the TARDIS if you like.

No, I'll stay with you.

Hmm? Hmm.

When I first saw this station,

I thought of comet-strike
or some such natural disaster,

but it's been deliberately destroyed.

Now what kind of monster
would want to stop

the brilliant work
that was being done here?

Pure research, for its own sake.
It threatened no one!

COMPUTER:
It threatened the Time Lords.

Would you care to repeat that?

COMPUTER:
It threatened the Time Lords.

And what put that idea
into your apology for a brain?

COMPUTER:
Return to your ship and leave.

Certainly not!

COMPUTER: Then this station
will switch to defence alert.

I will not be threatened by a computer.

And put some lights on.

How do you know it's a computer?

Dear girl, I know a computer
when I talk to one.

Come on.

And what did it mean, ""defence alert"?

(SIGHS) The usual.

Floor trips, electronic sensors,
death rays, jets of nerve gas.

- Nothing to worry about.
- Oh, good.

I was afraid it might mean
something serious.

As long as we keep our wits about us!

(ALARM BEEPING)

- What's that noise?
- It's depressurising this section.

(MECHANICAL HUMMING)

No power.

It's getting colder.

It will, but we'll die from lack of air
before we freeze to death.

Ah!

- How long?
- Not many minutes.

We've got to get out of this passageway.

Ah! I thought there would be one.

- Clever...
- (GASPING)

Nothing's happening.

Got... to... build...
hydraulic... pressure...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(RUSHING AIR)

Excellent.

I detect only one occupant.

A female.

Oh, don't use the gas injector, madam.

They give the flesh an acrid taste.

I'll slaughter it myself.

It might not be edible, Shockeye.

I detect great age.

Come.

Are you feeling better?

Thanks.

- (SIGHS)
- Where are we?

Dastari's office.

How do you know?

He liked old, familiar things around him.

He worked out the famous
Theory of Parallel Matter at that desk.

And in pen and ink.
He detested computers.

You speak as though
you're sure he's dead.

They're all dead, Peri.

Forty of the finest scientific minds
ever assembled in one place.

The barbarity of such a deed...

(SIGHS) I find scarcely conceivable.

Were they a threat to the Time Lords?

Absolute rubbish.

This institute was a threat to no one.

Its only purpose was to add
to the sum total of knowledge.

Well, then why did the computer say...

I don't know. Not yet.

Programmed to say that, presumably.

(STAMMERS) What's that for?

Switching to visual.

It must have lost track of us.

Well, I haven't seen any lenses.

There'll be an electronic eye somewhere.

- Did you notice the floor?
- What about it?

Cork insulation and carpet.

So your friend liked to be
comfortable even in space.

It's been tracking us
by the heat of our feet.

In here it couldn't detect us.

You mean, it got worried
and switched the lights on?

Something like that.

I wonder what it'll try next?

You don't think it'll just leave us alone?

(SCOFFS) Most unlikely.

Think of it as a game between it and us.

I love games, Doctor.

Games where I'm not expecting
to end up dead.

- Are you listening?
- Yes...

My word, they were doing
some fascinating work here.

This is Dastari's day journal.

You've told me all I want to know
about pin galaxies.

Some people called Kartz and Reimer

were having some success it seems with

experiments in time control.

- But you can already do that.
- Well, I can, yes.

But I didn't realise the Third Zoners
were that close to

to the breakthrough.

Is something wrong?

This last entry.

"The Time Lords are demanding that
Kartz and Reimer suspend their work,"

"alleging their experiments
are imperilling the continuum."

"No proof was offered
to support this charge"

"so I rejected the demand."

"Colleagues fear
they may forcibly intervene."

"All agreed that we must stand firm
and refuse to be intimidated."

So it was the Time Lords?

No, it's not possible.

No matter how dangerous
the experiments they were doing,

they'd have found some other
way of halting them,

not this massacre.

Well, maybe they
couldn't find another way.

No!

It's unbelievable they would
commit such an atrocity!

The use of force is alien
to Time Lord nature!

Perhaps they thought
the ends justified the means.

Isn't that's always the excuse
for something really bad?

No, I won't believe it.
There must be some other explanation!

Well...

Maybe someone's
setting the Time Lords up?

Setting them up?

Setting... setting them... up?

You know, sometimes, young Peri,
you make amazingly shrewd remarks.

Yes.

It could be a crude attempt
to drive a wedge

between Gallifrey
and the Third Zone governments.

But who'd benefit from that?

(EXHALES)

I don't know,

but I intend to find out.

- That's if we get out of here alive.
- Hmm?

Oh, yes. I was forgetting that.

We still have our homicidal computer
to deal with.

It's getting awfully hot
and stuffy in here, now.

Yes.

Having failed to freeze us to death,
it's now trying to bake us.

It appears to be a machine
with a distinctly limited repertoire.

Who needs anything fancy?

Oh, Doctor. We've got to get out of here.

We have to do better than that.

We have to find our way
to the control centre

and turn the wretched thing off.

How are we gonna do that
without being zapped on the way?

"Zapped"?

We're to find our way
down into the infrastructure

and work our way across.

(SIGHS) It'll be cramped no doubt,
but safer than going on the walkways.

(SCOFFS) Not so much as a paper clip!

You'd think someone like Dastari

would keep
a few useful odds and ends around!

Oh, Doctor. It's absolutely stifling now.

Yes. Yes, it is a bit uncomfortable.

As I thought, I could trip this
if I had a bit of wire!

- What are you trying to do?
- Save us from death by dehydration.

That computer's been forced
to turn the power on,

but it hasn't energised the door locks.

If only I could...

A-ha!

(WHISPERS) And now...

Voila!

You know, I don't know much about art,
but I know what I like.

- You all right?
- (SIGHS)

Good. Come on, then. Lots to do.

(PERI SIGHS)

¿Quien esta aqui?
(Who is here?)

It cannot see.

You are English?

¿Quien esta?
(Who's here?)

(SHOCKEYE GROWLING SOFTLY)

The creature's bones are dry and brittle.

I sensed it was very old,
but its mind will be of use.

Bring it through.

You carry it, Varl.

I do not take orders from civilians.

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

This looks big enough to get down.

Well, can't we just take off?

Not until I find out
exactly what happened here.

Doctor, look!

We haven't got time to bother
about dead Androgums, Peri.

Ugh, how do you know
it's an Androgum?

I know an Androgum
when I see one. Come on!

Right. Shouldn't be too far down.

Just put your arms over your head
and slide.

What happens if I get stuck?

I shouldn't advise that.
I'll be right behind you.

Okay.

- Ahhh!
- Ah!

(SIGHS)

That was a bit further down
than I expected.

It's all right coming down.
How are we ever gonna get back up again?

Ah, there'll be service hatches.

Oof!

You did say it would be cramped.

Thanks for reminding me.

This way, I think.

PERI: How can you tell?

Well, apart from possessing
an unerring sense of direction,

all the service ducts lead this way.

They must lead up to the control centre.

Ah.

- (PERI GASPS)
- Are you all right?

(PERT CHUCKLES) Sure.

I can't remember
when I last had so much fun.

(SNARLING)

Where is Varl?

Oh, he's setting up a homing beacon
for the Sontaran ship.

We must ask Stike
to make a discreet landing.

This planet is greatly over-populated.

By the time I leave it, madam,
that may not be a problem!

(CHUCKLES)

Oh...

Did you learn much from the dead mind?

It was a puny thing.

This region of the planet
is called Andalusia.

We are four kilometres
from the city of Seville.

Oh! And is the eating good there?

Doña Arana had little interest in food.

- Her mind was full of her religion.
- Religion?

I am not interested
in the beliefs of primitives,

only in what they taste like.

In some ways,
Shockeye o' the Quancing Grig,

you are a complete primitive yourself.

You only say that, Chessene,

because of the foreign alien filth
injected into you by Dastari,

but come what may,
you are an Androgum.

Never lose sight of your horizons.

- Here, give me your hand.
- (PERI GASPING)

Good girl.

PERI: It would help if we could see.

DOCTOR: Ah, it can't be much further.

Just far enough
to scrape the skin off another leg.

What is all this stuff, anyway?

Oh, fluidic streams.

Interesting application of an old idea.

I think I detect
Dastari's hand in the design.

- There, you see?
- Oh!

- Should you have done that?
- Oh, they're self-sealing.

- Now, that fluid...
- (SNARLING)

- Doctor!
- Carries a signal.

In the same way that the signal
in an electronic circuit

is carried by the flow of electrons.

- The interesting thing...
- (SNARLING)

- Doctor!
- About a fluidic device... What?

I thought I heard something.

I was trying to listen,
but you kept on talking.

I was imparting a little information.

When you ask a question,

you should listen to the answer, my girl!

Otherwise, you will gain absolutely
no benefit from being in my company.

It is the province of knowledge to speak
and the privilege of wisdom to listen.

- Privilege?
- Hmm.

I can't tell you how privileged I feel

having been half-frozen,
and asphyxiated, and cooked,

and then forced to clamber
through miles of pipe!

Good, because we have about
another mile to go. Come on.

- (SNARLING)
- (PERI SCREAMS)

- Listen!
- What is it?

(STAMMERS) I... I heard it again.

There's something down here with us.

That's not possible. You're imagining it.

No, I tell you,
I'm certain I heard something.

- Hydraulics.
- What?

Some of these pumping systems
are very old.

- There's bound to be the odd wheeze.
- (SNARLING)

(SNARLING CONTINUES)

Well, that's the fiercest pump
I ever heard.

There's something
down here with us, Peri.

Well, what are we going to do?

Ignore it.

Well, it will be more frightened of us
than we are of it. Come on.

Well, in that case,
it must be a quaking heap.

Besides

nothing very big could survive
down here for long.

Can't be much to eat
in the effluent channels.

But where did it come from?

We're millions of miles out in space.

Oh, that's easily explained.

Huh?

Well...

Well, if they were working on
animal genetics,

some small creature could easily have
escaped and worked its way down here.

PERI: Uh... How small, Doctor?

(STAMMERING)
As small as a chipmunk?

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

Ah! We must be under
the central control area now.

Good girl.

Well, I just hope you know
what you're doing.

If I didn't, I wouldn't be doing it.
Do have a little faith.

- It just looks very complicated.
- Not at all.

These Type 49 systems
are Colour-coded.

Defence mechanisms in red,

power supplies in yellow and so forth.

Now, all we have to do is
disarm that computer,

and hopefully we'll get
some civil answers out of the thing.

- There's a ladder over here.
- Hmm. Yes, I know. I saw it.

It leads up to the central control area.

Blue?

Do you know,
I can't remember what blue stands for.

Oh, well...

- Can I help?
- No, no, no.

This is a job for an expert.

They often booby-trap these computers
to prevent tampering.

- Berberese Noose was a favourite.
- Oh, what's that?

Berberese Noose? Very nasty.

Leaves you without a head.

Oh.

You know, I wish I could remember
what that blue line serves.

What does that say, Anita?

- ANITA: Keep out.
- Oh, perhaps we better had.

It doesn't matter, Oscar.
It's a very old sign.

Yes. But...

No one lives on the hacienda now,
only the Doña Arana.

The Doña Arana?

An old lady.
Don Vincente Arana's widow.

- She never leaves the house.
- Where is the house?

Over that hill.

You know, in the old days,
when my mother worked for the Don,

it was like a palace.

Now it is falling down.

"When I have seen
by Time's fell hand defaced.

"The rich-proud cost
of outworn buried age".

Insipid muck!

Our leader is in descent orbit.

Our leader is
Chessene o' the Franzine Grig.

(FLIES BUZZING)

Marshal Stike commands
the Ninth Sontaran Battle Group!

He doesn't command anything here.

- Chessene planned this operation.
- You will see.

We Sontarans lead. We never follow.

Tell him to come in on full mufflers.

And that's an order from Chessene!

ANITA: Hmm. This is the place.

There always used to be
hundreds of moths around here.

OSCAR: Yes, it looks
like splendid moth country.

Of course we are a little early.

Moths are ladies of the night.

Painted beauties sleeping all day
and rising at the sunset

to whisper through the roseate dusk on

gossamer wings of damask and silk.

Ah.

You really like them, don't you, Oscar?

- I adore them!
- Then why do you kill them?

(SIGHS) So that I can look at them.

What's that for?

Moths to the flame, my dear.

Then I net them
and put them in my cyanide box.

Cyanide? Isn't that terribly dangerous?

Not if one is careful.

I've used cyanide since I was a boy.

It's quicker and kinder
to the little creatures than ammonia.

What do you do with the poor things
when they're dead?

Well, I mount them in my collection.

(ROARING ENGINE)
so that I can sit and admire them.

- Don't you have a television?
- Down!

(ROARING CONTINUES)

I thought it was going to hit us.

It landed over that way, somewhere.

We ought to go and see.
Somebody might need help.

Oh, I do hope not.

I can't bear the sight of gory entrails,
uh, except, of course, on the stage.

It must have crashed.

Please, Anita. Don't let's go any nearer.

They might be suffering
from hideous injuries.

But the Doña Arana
won't be able to help them,

and there's no telephone.

We'll have to see if we can help.

Doctor! Over here!

DOCTOR: What is it?

I don't know.

- Come and see!
- In a minute.

There.

That should just about have done it.

- (SNARLING)
- (PERI SCREAMS)

Peri!

(PERI GRUNTING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)