(DOCTOR wHO THEME)
(SARAH SHRIEKING)
(SCREAMING)
-Nothing. -I heard a scream.
-who's the guard on this sector? -O'Hara.
There's no sign of him.
-Let's get some lights on here. -Right.
I'll go and look for him.
All right, Sarah. I think it's gone.
Are you all right? what's the matter?
It's how I felt before, in the jungle.
As though I was being drawn from my body.
You've had a very narrow escape.
-what was it? -I'm not sure yet.
But I've got a very unpleasant theory.
-Everything is normal now. -Something caused that power drain.
There was a temperature drop of four degrees.
-Controller? -Later, Ponti, we have a systems fault.
I think the base is under attack, Controller.
-Under attack? -we've heard something out there.
And O'Hara seems to have disappeared. we need lights.
Better check the prisoners, Vishinsky.
As I thought.
I'll call the crew to alert.
It's as if life was sucked out of him.
(ALARM BEEPING)
I think we've been missed.
Halt!
with the power drain, the magnetic lock must have failed.
Obviously. But we still don't know what caused it.
what is it?
Something you should see for yourself, Controller.
They've killed O'Hara.
They must be re-captured and made to pay for this.
-we won't find them in this jungle. -They won't escape.
we'll launch the oculoid tracker at first light.
-Very good, Controller. -Get Sorenson. I want him to see this.
He's under medicare in the probe.
Bring him here immediately, Vishinsky.
And I want a full bio-analysis on the cause of death.
All right.
-SARAH: It's so dark. -Just hang on.
-SARAH: what's the matter? -Nothing.
-where are we going? -Shh. Listen.
(FAINT STATIC)
DOCTOR: It's coming this way.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
-That was lucky. -Fortunately, time is on our side.
-Time? -Yes.
''Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
''Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.''
Or something like that.
-Ah, you mean it's getting light? -That's what Shakespeare meant.
-Doesn't it like daylight? -That is the question.
Oh, Doctor, where are you going?
Projectile chamber 3. Ignition procedures activate.
COMPUTER: Projectile chamber 3 activated.
Oculoid function normal.
-Launch altitude, seven. -COMPUTER: Seven.
Telesystems on transverse sweep.
COMPUTER: Transverse sweep established.
Maintain ocular frequency.
Ocular frequency is transmitting now.
Oculoid tracker launched.
(wHIRRING)
what was that? An elfin spirit of the forest?
-Some sort of surveillance device. -Oh.
-At least we know we can't get lost. -No.
-I met him once, you know. -who?
Shakespeare. Charming fellow.
Dreadful actor.
SARAH: Perhaps that's why he took up writing.
DOCTOR: Perhaps it was.
You've seen the body?
All my party died the same way. A type of total dehydration.
I have the bio-analysis here.
All the organs are undamaged. No contusions or evidence of pressure.
Complete extraction of bodily fluids from tissue.
we've no weapon in our technology that could produce such an effect.
No, a heat weapon would have produced external injuries.
All the indications are that some very rapid form of freeze-drying occurred.
-Isn't this irrelevant, Controller? -Irrelevant?
I came to Zeta Minor to prove a theory that could save our civilisation.
I've been successful. That's all that matters.
Seven men have died at the hands of these aliens.
There is more at stake here than seven lives.
Our solar system is dependent upon a dying sun.
I've discovered a new and inexhaustible source of energy.
Rock formations on the fringe of the universe.
Controller, the oculoid tracker has located the prisoners.
-Order out the pursuit party. -Right, Controller.
You are wasting time. My mineral samples must be loaded aboard
and we must prepare for immediate take-off.
I'm well aware of your high position in the science authorities, Professor.
But this is a military expedition with military objectives.
The manual says hostile alien forces must be searched out and liquidated.
That operation is now in hand.
Yes. This is it.
Is this where the thing lives?
No. It doesn't live anywhere.
It just is.
Uh-oh. Doctor.
Never mind about that. Look down there.
-what do you see? -A pool.
Look into it.
wouldn't you expect to see a reflection?
There's nothing. what do you mean?
This is it?
Raise your hands over your heads.
Search him.
-I can empty my own pockets, thank you. -Put your hands over your heads!
I have nothing up my sleeve, if that's what you mean.
Search them both.
(SARAH GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Get back!
Didn't you learn anything?
There'll be no tampering with the balance of nature
on this planet of ways you don't understand.
we may already be too late.
I want these canisters loaded carefully.
-what's in them? -Refined oil. Energy.
I calculate that six pounds of this material in our own solar system
would produce heat equivalent to the output of our own sun
over a period of three centuries.
well, don't you understand, man?
Full-scale exploitation of this planet would provide us with perpetual energy,
in any quantity whenever we needed it.
I've made the greatest discovery in scientific history.
Do you need any of this other equipment, Professor?
You still don't understand the implications, do you?
No, no, there's nothing here. The base can be abandoned.
-The prisoners have cleared quarantine. -Any weapons?
Our detectors revealed nothing.
If they caused the deaths, they used some super-sensory process.
It's not unknown for aliens to utilise such techniques.
-Bring them in. -Have the aliens brought in.
where's Sorenson?
Getting his samples aboard preparatory to launching.
I have given no orders for a launching.
There are seven deaths to be accounted for.
Sorenson has a lot of authority in high circles, Salamar.
-It may be unwise to antagonise him. -He's still a civilian.
Military priorities take precedence.
Bring the prisoners forward!
Prisoners? we're here to help. we're not prisoners.
You are prisoners.
And you are charged with diverse acts of war against the subjects of Morestra.
-Not guilty. -This is ridiculous.
SALAMAR: Silence!
Do you have any idea what you're up against on this planet?
You will not respond to questions with counter-questions.
-DOCTOR: If you won't allow us... -Silence!
You will have a chance to speak, Doctor.
This interrogation will be conducted in an orderly manner.
Failure to comply will result in your immediate execution.
Radioactive reading just within our tolerance.
-what do they contain? -Mineral elements from the planet.
Yesterday, you were found with the body of one of our scientists.
Last night, one of our guards died and you were seen kneeling over him.
Can you explain this?
we had nothing to do with those deaths.
They were brought about by your intrusion.
Listen, now listen to me, please!
Here, on Zeta Minor, is the boundary between existence as you know it
and the other universe, which you just don't understand.
-Other universe? -Yes!
From the beginning of time,
it has existed side-by-side with the known universe.
Each is the antithesis of the other.
You call it nothing, a word to cover ignorance.
And centuries ago, scientists invented another word for it.
-Antimatter, they call it. -Nonsense.
Clever deception to cover their real motives.
I don't think so. Let him finish.
And you, by coming here,
have crossed the boundary into that other universe to plunder it.
Dangerous.
Salamar. My mineral samples are aboard.
It is getting dark. Prepare for the return journey.
Mineral samples?
Sorenson, you can't take any part of this planet with you.
That was the purpose of my expedition.
-But you can't! -Get him out of here.
I'll deal with them later.
Sorenson, if you don't listen to me, you'll never leave this planet!
Now, look, Sorenson, I'm aware of your position,
but I am in command of this probe and I decide when it takes off.
Do you understand?
what did he mean, ''we'll never leave this planet''?
Do you ever get tired of being pushed around?
Frequently.
we could get in the Tardis and disappear.
No, no, no.
It's tempting to let them go ahead and destroy themselves.
The trouble is they wouldn't be the only ones.
-How do you mean? -Cataclysm.
-The Big Bang! -Yes.
The end of the universe.
what's that?
Do you remember the rocks around the pool?
Mm-hmm, they were a sort of brownish colour.
This is a concentrated form.
It's changing colour!
what are you doing?
-what are you doing? -Hmm?
It's just an idea.
It's the compression units. They're preparing to launch!
Fools! They really think they'll be allowed to leave with this on board.
VISHINSKY: Pressurisation complete. Cyclostimulators activate.
COMPUTER: Activated.
-Power jets to lock-in positions. -Locked.
-Gyrostabilisers, activate. -Activated.
Prepare for final ignition.
1 0, 9, 8...
(wARNING SIGNALS BEEPING)
Pressurisation falling. Cyclostimulators not responding.
Activate secondary launch units.
COMPUTER: Cycle complete.
Secondary launch units activated.
-I don't understand. -what's gone wrong?
COMPUTER: Emergency power units inoperative.
Main and secondary circuits failing.
Cancel ignition.
It doesn't make sense.
Look!
-SORENSON: what is it? -It's going to attack the ship!
Energy. Pure energy in physical form. It's incredible.
Operate the force-field barrier.
Get the alien prisoners up here.
I think that thing has got something to do with them.
The barrier won't work. There's not enough power!
Get out there and stop it.
You've sent those men to their deaths.
-Use the force-field barrier. -It won't work.
-Then link it to the atomic accelerator. -It's too dangerous.
(SCREAMING)
Link the force field to the atomic accelerator!
we've got to try it, Salamar!
Give the order!
Do it.
-Linked. -Force-field barrier.
Thank you, Doctor.
All right. Tell us what you know about that.
Sorenson, you're a scientist.
Surely you appreciate the dangers of moving material
from one dimension to another.
well, that was the whole purpose of my expedition.
You are tampering with hideously dangerous forces.
-But it's gone. -Yes. For the moment.
But while those mineral samples remain on board, it'll always come back.
Are you saying we can't take off?
Unless you abandon those canisters, yes.
-But we need those mineral samples. -why?
Our sun is dying.
By taking material from this planet,
we can refuel it and save our civilisation.
I'm afraid that isn't the solution.
You must find an alternative energy source.
So if we jettison those canisters, we can take off?
As long as your intention to leave as you came, empty-handed, is made clear.
But how do we communicate that intention?
Through me.
I'm not entirely without influence, but it will take time.
Very well. But the girl will stay here.
-You may go. -But...
Alone. I must go alone.
-Doctor... -Yes, I know. I'll take care.
Launch the oculoid tracker. I want his movements followed.
No!