(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
-Come on, let's get out of here. -Doctor!
-What? -The dream! I can't move!
My legs! I can't move my legs.
Look! Look!
What's happening? Why can't we move?
Shh. It's psychotelekinetic. It controls your muscles telepathically.
It's only loaded with rock salt.
No matter. It's confused that I can still move.
Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes!
Now, concentrate on your legs. And when I shout, run.
(SQUEALING)
-Run! Come on! -I can't!
-I'm trying! -I can't move my legs!
-Run for your life! -Come on, Gran!
Rock salt.
Thea? Thea!
No! No! Don't do that! Don't do that!
(SCREAMING)
(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALING)
Move, man! Why don't you move?
This is not how it should be!
Well done.
Well done, that sort of control is almost impossible to break.
-What was it? -The Fendahl.
No, it wasn't. It was a Fendahleen.
It was the same thing that killed the hiker and Mitchell.
It can only have been created out of pure energy
while the skull was restructuring Thea's brain.
-What's he talking about? -What's that for?
Oh, I don't know, but it comes from Fendelman's laboratory.
It goes down to the cellar by the look of it.
Leela, you had better come with me. Jack, stay with your grandma.
We'd better find out what's going on down there.
-We're all right, Gran. -You know summat, John?
There's going to come a time when I'll be too old for this sort of thing.
(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALING)
-Hmm? -Shh. Shh.
(WHISPERING) Get him out of here as soon as you can.
Whatever you do, don't look at her eyes. Shh!
Don't look at her eyes.
What about the others? We can't just leave them.
Leave that to the Doctor. Come on.
Help me!
-Come on, man! Get out while you can! -Get out of here! Will you get out?
Help...
Come on. Come on.
It's too late. You've seen her eyes.
-The gun. -What?
-Get me the gun. -It won't have any effect on her.
It's on the altar.
It's not for her. It's for me.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
(GUN FIRES)
What's happened? What's happening now?
There are Fendahleen everywhere!
You all right, Professor? You look a bit peaky.
This is all your fault. Do you know that? Stupid old witch.
-Hey, you watch your mouth, boy. -Oh, don't worry, John.
He's only frightened, like the rest of us.
Quiet! Listen!
Look, don't you threaten me, you swede-bashing cretin.
Listen, you nearly got us all killed down there!
Now, be quiet or you'll get yourself killed up here!
-Oh, I'm glad to see you. -Put that away.
You almost got us killed down there.
-It has been mentioned. -Shh.
The darkness, is it all around us?
No, only down there where you just come from.
But it's getting darker slowly.
Come on, let's have a look at the one I assaulted.
We must.
-Hmm, beautiful. -Beautiful?
Yes, sodium chloride.
Obviously affects the conductivity, ruins the overall electrical balance
and prevents control of localised disruption to the osmotic pressures.
-The salt kills it. -I just said that.
Probably the origin of throwing it over your shoulder. Come on.
Whew! Well, I've saved the planet.
(LAUGHING)
But we're too late for the Fendahl.
If we've killed one, we can kill the rest.
Oh, no, it was just a lucky shot...
Look, Doctor, good marksmanship is not a matter of luck.
True, but that was just an isolated Fendahleen, comparatively weak.
What's in the cellar is the Fendahl, the gestalt.
The what?
A gestalt is a group creature.
It's made up of separate parts, but when they join together
they make a new, and much more powerful creature.
-He reads a lot, you know. -Shh, got it.
According to the legends of Gallifrey and the superstitions of this planet,
it's fairly certain that the Fendahl is made up of 12 Fendahleen and a core.
-Thea. -Well, yes, what was Thea.
It's no longer Thea no more than...
I killed one, and Stael shot himself. There are only 10 left.
Are you saying the Fendahl is not yet complete?
-Yes, we've still got a chance. Jack. -Yeah?
Any more of those salt-filled cartridges?
No, there were just two shot-filled ones.
I need rock salt, quickly.
Here, have you two got they charms I give ye?
-Yes. -Give them to me.
What is it?
Rock salt.
Mrs Tyler, you're wonderful.
Jack, fix those cartridges.
Now, Mrs Tyler, I need as much salt as you can find,
rock salt, table salt, fill as many containers as you can.
-Off you go. -Yes, right.
Jack, now listen very carefully. Go out into the corridor and keep watch.
When you see the Fendahleen, don't hang around.
Give it both barrels and run. Off you go.
-Leela. -Yes?
Go with him.
Did you say it was about 12 million years ago,
on a nameless planet which no longer exists,
evolution went up a blind alley?
Yes.
Natural selection turned back on itself and a creature evolved
which prospered by absorbing the energy wavelengths of life itself?
-Mmm-hmm. -It ate life?
All life, including that of its own kind?
Yes, in other words, the Fendahl.
And then the Time Lords decided to destroy the entire planet,
and hid the fact from posterity.
They're not supposed to do that sort of thing, you know.
Listen.
So when the Time Lords acted, it was too late.
The Fendahl had already come here.
Yes, probably taking in Mars on its way through.
Then it got itself buried, but not killed.
The Fendahl is death. How do you kill death?
No, what happened was this.
The energy amassed by the Fendahl was stored in the skull,
and dissipated slowly as a biological transmutation field, hmm?
Now, any appropriate life form that came within the field was altered
so that it ultimately evolved into something suitable
for the Fendahl to use, hmm?
Are you saying that skull created man?
No, I'm saying it may have affected his evolution.
-I can't hear nothing. -Shh, there's something coming this way.
That would explain the dark side of man's nature.
But it's just a theory.
-A pretty wild one. -Well, it's more fun that way.
Now, Jack, as soon as you see it, fire, and we shall run.
Look!
-Don't look at her, Jack! Fire the gun! -I can't.
-Don't look at her! -I can't.
-Jack, give me the... -I can't.
Almost there.
Ah, if you want an alternative explanation,
the Fendahl fed into the RNA of certain individuals
the instincts and compulsions necessary to recreate.
These were fed through the generations
till they reached Fendelman and people like him.
Well, that's possibly more plausible.
Or on the other hand, it could all be just a coincidence.
Finished.
(GUN FIRES)
Find Mrs Tyler. Give her a hand with the salt.
Time's running out.
Leela! Leela!
-What happened? -Leela!
Did I hit it?
Yes. Yes, you did.
You're quite right, Leela.
Good marksmanship isn't a matter of luck.
Come on!
Here you are. That's all the salt I can lay me hands on.
(SHUSHING)
Right, battle stations.
Jack, you and your grandma, back to the cottage.
-What, and get... -No, shh.
-You know what to do. -Right.
Good man.
-Oh, where you going? -We're going back to the cottage.
You'll catch us up.
Oh, don't worry, I'll probably overtake you.
-Lead-lined? -Yes.
Perfect.
Right, now this is what I want you to do.
Give Leela and me time to get down to the cellar,
and then switch on the scanner beam.
With luck, it should confuse things down there long enough
for us to grab the skull and get away.
-Hmm? Well, then what? -This is important.
Be sure to operate the scanner beam for only two minutes,
-then switch it off and you go. -But why?
Because I've rigged that to set off a controlled implosion
three minutes after you switch off the scanner.
-We need three minutes to get clear. -A big bang?
Pretty big. Big enough to blow this place to atoms.
Then why don't we leave the skull here?
Oh, no. Too dangerous.
It could pop up anywhere and start the whole thing over again.
Come on.
Good luck.
-Psst! -Hmm?
Remember, three minutes.
Look out, Doctor!
(SQUEALING)
-Better save some for later. -Oh, do not worry.
Five, four, three, two, one...
You've got three minutes, Doctor.
Come on, I've got it. Let's get out of here.
Something's happened.
He's switched off the scanner beam. We've got three minutes. Come on.
(GLASS BREAKING)
-Look! -Down!
-LEELA: We've done it! -Come on! Run!
-Leela, where are you? -Here!
Then come on, run!
-You all right, Gran? -Yes.
Well, keep your head down, then.
Hey, somebody's coming.
Any minute now.
Down!
-What now? -We leave.
Vanishing priories take a lot of explaining.
-Will the others be all right? -Yes.
Probably at Mrs Tyler's now eating plum cake off her best china.
I'll put the kettle on, Gran, eh?
-What you going to do about the skull? -Hmm?
Oh, find a star about to go supernova and dump it in the vicinity.
-That will destroy it? -Oh, yes.
I don't think even that could stand the temperatures generated by a supernova.
-Ah! -What?
Found one, in the constellation of Canthares.
Just set the coordinates, we're on our way.
Then what are we going to do?
I like your new dress.
-It's the old one. -Oh, yes.
It has a certain je ne... Je, uh...
-What? -What?
-You didn't finish. -Didn't finish what?
Your sentence. It's a very annoying habit, Doctor.
Oh, yes, yes.
Well, it's about K... K...
-K9? -K9, yes.
-I'd better finish repairing him. -Ah!
You called him ''him''. You called him ''him''.
I can call K9 ''him'' if I want to.
He's my dog.
Aren't you, K9?