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Halt!
Oh you lucky, lucky people...
You are the chosen ones,
the elite,
specially selected to join our force of mercenaries
and create fear and terror wherever you go.
We were tricked!
Mr Kane paid seventeen crowns for each of you
and he insists on value for money.
Seventeen crowns? You couldn't buy a dog for seventeen crowns.
Precisely. I wouldn't have paid seventeen crowns
for the lot of you, let alone each.
- Only frostburn. - Frostburn?
Liquid nitrogen. Minus 200°C.
Just be thankful your arm didn't go inside the vat,
otherwise it would never have come out again.
Right, freeze them.
Wait. You mean we're going to be frozen?
Until Kane needs your services, yes. What's the matter, getting cold feet?
Kill him!
Leave him. He's in the Restricted Zone. He's a dead man.
Pay no attention to the intruder. You may continue with your work.
Where is it?
Iceworld. A space trading colony on the dark side of the planet Svartos.
Space travellers stop there for supplies.
I've been picking up a faint tracking signal for some time.
I think there's something interesting going on there, Mel!
Don't miss our special offer in the nurturing spares department.
Photon refrigeration units for only twenty four ninety five. Thank you.
A freezer centre? How boring.
Oh, trust not appearances, Mel.
You never know what might be lurking in the freezer chests.
Think gothic.
This way.
Ah, two of your best strawberry milkshakes, if you please.
Certainly, sir.
There must be some mistake in the reckoning, Sprong.
The mistake's in your wallet, not my arithmetic.
Do you take Asteroid Express?
- Glitz! - Glitz!
What? No. Never heard of him.
It's us Mel and the Doctor. You haven't forgotten us, have you, Glitz?
Shush. Keep your voice down.
No, of course I haven't forgotten you. Er...
Mel! And the Doc...! Here, you're not the Doctor.
I've regenerated. The difference is purely perceptual.
Here, you couldn't do us a favour, could you? You see, I'm in a spot of bother.
What's this, Glitz? Not another one of your dodgy deals backfired?
No, no, nothing like that, straight up.
Fact is I'm on a mission of a highly philanthropic nature.
What's that?
It means it's beneficial to mankind.
We know what philanthropic means! What's the mission?
I have been entrusted to deliver certain secret documents
which nefarious unnamed parties would stop at nothing to grasp
within their own grubby digits.
- You mean... they'd... - ...kill you?
Sabalom Glitz. We've been looking for you.
Leave him alone! If you kill him, you kill us too!
Er...Steady on, now, Mel...
What are you talking about?
Oh, he's told us everything, about how you tried to stop him delivering secret documents.
Shh...
Becoming quite a story-teller, aren't we, Glitz?
I'm afraid you also seem to be a victim of Mister Glitz's cavalier attitude toward facts.
Glitz.
I'm not interested in any secret documents which Mister Glitz may or may not possess.
I am more concerned with the hundred crowns he took from my employer,
Mister Kane, under false pretences.
That was highest quality merchandise.
A space-freighterful of deep-frozen fruit which turned out to be rotten.
A bit on the ripe side, maybe.
They were putrefying, Glitz!
A little past their prime, perhaps.
And Mr Kane does not run Iceworld to subsidise crooks like yourself.
The 100 crowns, please.
I think you'd better pay back the money, Glitz.
- I can't. - Why not?
Well, you see, there was this game of cards... I got well damaged...
What about the 102 crowns you sold your crew for?
Sold your crew?
The mutinous rabble! They tried to take command of my spacecraft.
I relieved myself of them for seventeen crowns a piece.
Rather more than they were worth, I think.
The money.
Gone the way of all organic matter, I'm afraid. Down the tubes...
In that case, we're confiscating your spacecraft.
The Nosferatu? You can't do that!
You have seventy-two hours to find 100 crowns, or you lose your spacecraft.
But it's my livelihood.
Doctor, you've got to help me.
You've only got yourself to blame.
We're going to have trouble with this lot when you defrost them, Mister Kane.
Trouble?
They didn't volunteer willingly.
None of my mercenary force will be willing when I bring them out of cryosleep.
The process causes complete loss of memory.
With no memories, they can have no past, no future, no will of their own.
No purpose except to obey me.
To them I shall be invincible.
My power shall be absolute.
You will do as you're told. Less of your lip or you'll be out on your ear.
Hope the dragon gets you in the night.
Dragon? What dragon?
It's just a legend. There's supposed to be a terrifying dragon living
in the Ice Passages underneath Iceworld.
I knew there must be a reason why you brought us here.
You want to see the dragon, don't you?
Oh really, Mel, it's fascinating.
Travellers claim to have seen it throughout the centuries
but there's never been any proof.
- Like the Loch Ness monster? - Loch.
Och!
- You're going to go looking for the dragon? - Absolutely!
Oh, cool. Can I come too?
Won't you get into trouble with your boss?
Oh, I'm fed up with being a waitress. Oh, go on, Professor, let me come too.
Well, I don't see why not.
- Ace! And can we search for the treasure, too? - Treasure?
Yeah. The dragon's supposed to be guarding a fabulous treasure.
Treasure? What treasure?
You don't want to go believing in myths and legends, Doctor.
Who asked you? We're not talking to you.
No, if you want my opinion, all this talk of treasure and dragons,
it's all a load of space dust.
Well, if you're so convinced it's all rubbish, why have you been burning holes
in the treasure map for the last two days?
He says he lost the money in a game of cards.
I know he lost the money in a game of cards. The game was fixed. What about the map?
He's convinced it's genuine.
Excellent. He'll soon realise that if he wants to see his spacecraft again,
he has no alternative but to go after the treasure.
And when he does, I shall be with him every step of the way.
- There's just one thing. - Yes?
He appears to have two colleagues.
Colleagues? I thought you said he sold his entire crew?
They're not from his crew, sir. Space travellers, a man and a girl.
Do you want them eliminated?
Not for the moment, I think. There's no reason for them to suspect
that the seal on the treasure map contains a tracking device.
Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.
Looks like something from a jumble sale for me.
Oi, there's nothing snide about this document.
You don't want to believe nothing you get from him, Professor.
He probably bought 200 of them in a job lot.
Do you mind? This is the real McCoy, this is.
It comes from an unimpeachable source.
What's that, then?
That means it is beyond reproach or question.
I know what unimpeachable means, Birdbath!
But what makes you so certain that this map's pedigree is 24 carat?
Because I acquired it from a man of character and distinction.
How?
I won it in a... chess match.
You won it playing cards. Doctor, It's a waste of time. He won it in a card game.
An honest transaction. The man was desperate not to lose this map,
so I know it's something very, very tasty.
It shows the lower levels of Iceworld.
No one goes down there any more. Too dangerous.
The Ice Garden. The Singing Trees.
But like the girl says, Doctor, it's too dangerous.
Where's your sense of adventure, Glitz?
What, do you want to go here, the Lake of Oblivion?
Where?
The Death of Eternal Darkness. Dragonfire.
I should stop at home if I were you, Doctor.
Cor this sounds brill!
My sentiments precisely.
What's your name, incidentally?
Everyone calls me Ace.
Do have you do? I'm the Doctor and this is my friend Mel.
And we're really going to go looking for dragons?
Too risky, if you ask me.
Nonsense, Glitz. Time for a quick adventure,
then back for tea.
Ace!
That's the spirit, Doctor!
Hang about. You can't go without me. That's my map.
And I don't want these girls coming along, either.
What?
It's too dangerous.
Professor!
And since it's my map...
Right, you male chauvinist bilge bag! Just you wait!
Oh nice!
And I was so looking forward to meeting a dragon.
Oh, it's all right, Doctor, you go on ahead. I'll wait here.
And if Glitz burns his fingers in the dragon's fire, then it serves him right!
Just you and me, then, Doctor.
They have left the upper levels now.
Only two of them, you say?
Glitz and the traveller called the Doctor. They're just setting off for the Lower Levels.
Excellent. Continue to monitor the tracking device.
Well?
It's Glitz's spacecraft.
What of it?
- It's just that... - Yes?
Well, if Glitz and the Doctor are as good as dead. I'd like the spacecraft.
Oh, you'd like the spacecraft, would you? When you first came here, you had nothing.
You were willing enough to take my payment then.
But now you want to leave.
Perhaps you have memories of a home you can return to.
Perhaps I should have put you into cryo-sleep along with all the others,
and erased your memories. Perhaps you need reminding..
As long as you bear my mark, I own you.
Yes, sir?
Glitz's spacecraft. Have it destroyed.
Yes, sir.
Would the Emergency Services please report to the Docking Bays
- to deal with an icefall? Thank you. - This is all your fault.
How do you work that out?
You were encouraging them both. Oh, ace! Oh, brill!
You girl! Yes, you girl. Come here!
What do you want?
This milkshake isn't adequately shaken.
That's how they come, missus.
It's got lumps in it.
It's supposed to have lumps in it. That's the ice cream.
But we don't want lumps in it. Shake it some more!
- Shake it yourself! - I beg your pardon!
- You heard! - I've never been so insulted...
Bet you've never had a milkshake tipped over your head, neither...
I'm awfully sorry, madam.
That does it! You're fired!
- I'm sorry, it won't happen again. - Get out! I've had enough of you!
I promise, it'll never happen again...
- Get out! You too, out! - Me ?
- Both of you. Out! - All right, I'm going.
You're troublemakers, hooligans.
I do apologise for my staff. I do assure you, those milk shakes don't stain.
Current cabinet temperature: minus 10°C.
Target temperature: minus 193°C.
Cabinet temperature dropping.
If there's anyone on the Emergency Control Room, would you please
answer the phone? Thank you.
Well, come in then, if you're going to.
He really gets up my nostrils, that Glitz.
Oh, he's all right underneath.
No. He's a grade A hundred percent div,
that's what he is. Underneath.
Look, leave those alone, will you?
I was only trying to make room to sit.
Well, just sit on top of them, like everyone else does, can't you?
All right, all right.
I've been meaning to do the washing for a couple of weeks.
Looks more a couple of months to me.
You're just like the teachers used to be at school.
How do you expect to pass Chemistry A-level if you can't even store the equipment properly?
- A-level? You from Earth! - Used to be.
- Whereabouts on Earth? - Perivale.
- Sounds nice. - You ever been there?
No.
I was doing this brill experiment to extract nitroglycerin from gelignite,
but I think something must have gone wrong. This time storm blows up
from nowhere and whisks me up here.
- When was this? - Does it matter?
- Don't you want to go back? - Not particularly.
What about your Mum and Dad?
I haven't got no Mum and Dad! I've never had no Mum and Dad!
And I don't want no Mum and Dad! It's just me, all right?
Sorry.
What about Chemistry A-level, then?
That's no good. I got suspended after I blew up the Art Room.
You blew up the Art Room?
It was only a small explosion. They couldn't understand how blowing up
the Art Room was a creative art.
If anyone sees any member of the Emergency Services,
will you please ask them to pop along to the upper Docking bay when they've a moment to spare.
Thank you.
Isn't anyone going to do anything about that ice jam blocking the docking bay?
Here, take these.
Deodorant?
They're just old cans. They've got home-made nitro-9 in them now.
Nitro-9?
It's just like ordinary nitroglycerin except it's got a bit more wallop.
Careful you don't drop them. Come on!
Cabinet is minus 193ºC.
Yes, sir?
It's me, Belazs. Mister Kane has changed his mind about Glitz's spacecraft.
It's not to be destroyed. Do you understand?
The spacecraft is not to be destroyed.
That is correct.
Have you seen any Singing Trees or Ice Gardens, Glitz?
We're still too close to the Upper Levels, Doctor. Let's cast me eyes over the map.
Well, since we've come from that direction, I think we should go in that direction.
Then again...Perhaps that direction.
Yes. And keep your eyes peeled for any Singing Trees or Ice Gardens, Glitz.
Come on, both sides, push!
Harder, push!
Gordon Bennett, what a bunch of Spocks. They'll never get it open at that rate.
Here, let's have a couple of those.
You're not going to use those, are you?
If I were you two, I'd go for your tea-break now.
Why? What's in those cans?
Nitro-9.
We've got eight seconds. Last one back's a gooey mess!
Nitro! Everybody get down!
- Ace! - Ace!
Target blood temperature of minus 193° C. achieved.
What are you doing in the Restricted Zone?
I was looking for you.
There's been an ice jam in the Upper Docking Bays,
and the Emergency Services haven't responded.
Must I do everything myself? Go there immediately and take charge of the situation.
Of course.
Singing Trees.
But these aren't trees.
Use your imagination, Glitz. Willow trees something like that.
Well, where's the singing coming from?
Air currents causes the crystal membranes to vibrate.
I bet it's worth a few grotzits.
- Yes, what's it do? - Do?
Yes. Some sort of opto-electronic circuit. But why? I mean, what's it doing here?
You mean someone made all this?
- Dragons? - Possibly.
Come on, Glitz. Tempus fugit. I want to be back in time for tea.
What is going on?
You two are under arrest! Take them away!
What?
Hang about! Put me down!
Leave me alone! Get off! Stop it! Not fair!
Glitz! Glitz! Glitz!
Quite a little expert with explosives, I hear...
Yeah? So what if I am?
Excellent. I like women with fire in their bellies. Don't I, Belazs?
I might yet have a use for you.
Oh yeah? What makes you think I'd be interested ?
Oh, I can be very persuasive.
I'm not frightened of you.
Good. Because I shall need people like you in my army of mercenaries.
You what?
Think about it. Travelling round the Twelve Galaxies,
the diamond sparkle of a meteorite shower... the rainbow flashes of an ion storm...
think about it...
Don't listen to him, Ace.
How old are you?
Six, eighteen.
Eighteen, eh? And no home to call your own?
The Twelve Galaxies are your home! Come with me. I understand you.
It won't be like that, Ace! Don't believe him!
Join me. Take my golden sovereign.
Take the sovereign
Don't do it, Ace! Please, don't do it!
You've heard altogether too much. Freeze her!
No, Ace!
Take the coin.
Right, freeze! I mean, don't freeze. Stand still and let Mel go.
You stupid girl. Think it's that easy to walk away from me?
Do you feel like arguing with a can of deodorant that registers nine on the Richter scale?
Run!
Hang on. Are you sure this is the right way?
Course I'm sure. Don't you trust me?
I don't know. What with the dragon and all that?
The dragon. It's just something to frighten little children with.
It's like witches and goblins. There ain't no such thing!