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(DOCTOR WHO THEME PLAYING)

- DOCTOR: What is it? - I don't know.

Come and see!

In a minute.

There. That should just about have done it.

- (PERI SCREAMS) - Peri!

PERI: Help! (PERI STRUGGLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

PERI: Thanks for your help, Doctor!

(GRUNTS)

Doctor?

- Wake up! Come on! - (DOCTOR GRUNTS)

(SLURRING) What is it?

Come on, Doctor. Get up!

(GRUNTS) Peri! What happened? Why'd you scream?

That thing you thought was an animal attacked me,

and it's human, I think!

If you hadn't screamed, I wouldn't have triggered that stun jet.

I was expecting there'd be one. It can't be human.

They haven't reached this part of the galaxy.

Well, it's humanoid at any rate. Come and see.

Vorum gas.

An ordinary person would have been unconscious for hours!

So would you if I hadn't dragged you clear of it.

No, I closed my respiratory passages as soon as I detected any danger.

Oh, then, how did you breathe?

(CHUCKLES) With difficulty. I'll explain one day.

Yes. It certainly does appear to be humanoid.

So it finally mustered the courage to attack.

I think it was my fault. It was just protecting its nest.

Understandable.

DOCTOR: Jamie!

What?

It's Jamie!

How did he get here? He should be with me.

Well he's not now, Doctor. Not any more.

No, that's right.

But if he's here, where am I?

- I must have been here, Peri! - (JAMIE GROANING)

- You mean in some past time? - Uh-huh.

(GRUNTING)

- It's all right, Jamie. - Keep away from me. Keep away!

- We're your friends. We won't hurt you. - Keep away! Keep away.

- Let me up. - Jamie, it's all right!

(GROANS)

Don't worry. It will help him to relax.

Relax? You've killed him!

Oh, don't be ridiculous!

I seem to remember I was always rather fond of Jamie.

He's not moving.

No. His nervous system is temporarily paralysed.

- He'll be fine shortly. - JAMIE: Doctor...

Yes, Jamie?

He's not talking to you.

They killed the Doctor.

I'm afraid he's deranged. It's often the effect of extreme fear.

They killed the Doctor.

- Jamie, can you hear me? - They killed the Doctor.

My name's Peri. I'm your friend, do you understand?

- Friend? - Friend.

They killed the Doctor.

- He seems very sure of that. - Is it possible?

Of course not! I exist, therefore I am and was.

Don't go through all that irrefutable logic again.

Oh, yes, I remember. That mind-slip in the TARDIS.

You did say you were being put to death.

So I did. I wonder if it could have been here?

Don't ask me. I don't understand any of this.

Neither do I. Not yet.

- Jamie, I want you... - (JAMIE GROANS)

To look at this pretty thing, look.

See how it swings backwards and forwards?

Forwards... Backwards.

It makes your eyes feel very heavy.

So heavy, you want to go to sleep.

Go to sleep, Jamie. That's it. Sleep.

Jamie, why did you come here with the Doctor?

To see Dastari.

DOCTOR: And did you see him?

Aye. They had an argument.

The Doctor had an argument with Dastari? What about?

The Time Lords.

What happened then, Jamie? Can you remember?

There was a battle. The knights came and killed everyone.

The knights?

What were they like, Jamie? Can you tell me?

They had a sort of arm our.

Heavy with no necks.

And their hands were just two great fingers.

They killed everyone. They killed the Doctor. I saw them!

It's all right, Jamie. It's all right, Jamie. Now, sleep.

Sleep.

(DOCTOR SIGHS)

He just gave a fairly accurate description of the Sontarans.

Who?

Let's see if anything's recorded in that computer.

But what about Jamie?

Oh, he'll be all right.

Sleep's the best thing for him right now.

- Is it possible we imagined what we saw? - Of course not.

You are such a pragmatist, my little flower.

But if an aeroplane has crashed, then shouldn't there be wreckage?

Of course.

Well, then, like a star on my dressing room door,

it becomes conspicuous by its absence!

We simply haven't found it yet. We must continue to search!

We should summon the authorities,

competent, official people trained in the tying of bandages.

We search!

There may be people bleeding to death at this very moment!

I'm not a well man.

Oh! Be brave, Oscar. Think of the publicity.

Who knows, the British Council may forgive you

and book you on a forthcoming tour!

DOCTOR: Of course, I never for a moment thought it was the Time Lords.

(SCOFFS) Come on. You had your doubts!

Well, only because of that last entry in Dastari's log.

They must have forced him to write that before they killed him.

Why would they want to frame the Time Lords?

"Frame?"

Um, make them appear guilty when they weren't.

I see. Set them up? Hmm.

I don't know. They're rabidly xenophobic.

They probably thought the Third Zoners were getting too powerful

and might ally themselves with the Rutans.

(BEEPING)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Is that the answer?

COMPUTER: No speak.

"No speak?" What kind of language is that?

Central fault. No speak.

(DOCTOR EXCLAIMS)

I must have disconnected one of its linguistic neurons.

Oh, well, the data bank is still functioning.

(BEEPING)

- Doctor? - Mmm-hmm.

Who are the Rutans?

Oh! The Sontarans and the Rutans are old enemies.

They've been fighting each other across the galaxy for so long,

they've almost forgotten what started it.

Ah, there's the Kartz and Reimer work.

(LAUGHS) I look a mess!

Of course, you can understand

the Time Lords wanting to monitor their experiments.

If the holistic fabric of time were ever punctured,

it would be like putting a pin into a balloon.

The universe would simply collapse.

Doctor, shall I go and see if Jamie's okay?

- Peri, it's possible! - What?

That I was killed. It's why I collapsed, the weakness that I felt.

But you said you can't be dead then and here now.

Yes, but if I arrived here during a time experiment,

caught in an embolism and therefore outside the time flow...

But if I were dead then and here now,

it means that I was at the very epicentre of the engulfing chaos.

I don't understand.

It means the collapse of the universe has started

and nothing can stop it.

How long will it take?

For everything to end?

A very few centuries.

Centuries?

Well, if it's going to take that long, I'll go and see if Jamie's any better.

(BOTH SIGH)

She can't comprehend the scale of it all.

Eternal blackness.

No more sunsets.

No more gumblejacks.

Nevermore a butterfly.

Peri!

(INAUDIBLE SPEECH)

(SONIC BEEPING)

PERI: Doctor!

He's not the Doctor I know!

I am so, Jamie McCrimmon.

I am another aspect of him just as he is of me.

- Eh? - I was him, he will be me.

Who will I be?

Peri, look at this.

(INAUDIBLE SPEECH)

Doctor, it's horrible! Stop it!

Lifelike, isn't it? Or rather, deathlike.

That's how they killed the Doctor. I saw it!

I don't think they did, Jamie. I'm beginning to understand now.

They left this illusion to make it appear that I was dead.

- Who? - The Sontarans.

They wanted to prevent any investigation into my disappearance,

which means I must be being held captive somewhere.

But why am I in it?

It was their mistake. They left the animator switched on.

When you looked in that, it copied your body print.

So, you don't think the Doctor's dead? I mean, my Doctor?

No, I don't, Jamie.

And if I'm not dead in that form,

it means my theory about the embolism is also wrong.

Oh, this begins to have all the hallmarks of a conspiracy!

What sort of conspiracy?

A plot.

That's right, Jamie. A plot to kidnap me and Dastari as well.

And he's about the only bio-geneticist in the galaxy

capable of isolating the symbiotic nuclei of a Time Lord.

So that's how you control the TARDIS!

Symbiosis.

If the Sontarans ever get unlimited access to time travel,

they'll be invincible!

We must find out where they're holding me.

But how can we do that? They could be anywhere!

I made contact with myself before, during that mind-slip.

I'll try telepathy. It's about our only chance.

Now, I shall seem to be unconscious for a while, but don't worry,

and while my mind is out of my body, don't touch me.

Don't come anywhere near me.

Any kid of contact might sever the astral link and kill me.

How long will you be?

Hmm? Oh!

Seconds. Hours. Days. Who knows?

There's no such thing as time on the astral plane!

I think your Doctor's worse than mine!

How is he?

This will bring him round.

(WHIRRING)

- (WHIRRING STOPS) - (BELLS RINGING IN THE DISTANCE)

Jamie...

(YELLS) Jamie!

Come on, Doctor. Wake up!

Where I am? Am... where... I?

(STUTTERS) Doctor?

Peri.

Jamie.

Was I away very long?

Just minutes.

Boing! Boing!

PERI: What?

Bells, my dear! Bells! Come on. There isn't a moment to lose.

PERI: Where are we going?

Can't quite remember.

It's something to do with getting my hair cut.

(DOCTOR SCATS THE BARBER OF SEVILLE)

That is the complete manifest.

Where is Stike?

The Group Marshal has been placing the scout ship in clear

in order to conceal it from the local primitives.

Even in clear it is still possible to detect with tracking equipment.

We should have chosen a less populous planet.

According to the mind of the Doña Arana,

no one comes here,

even though there is a city only four kilometres away.

Are there any defence installations in the area?

The Doña Arana knows nothing of that.

There was very little in her mind to absorb.

Nor in her body. Nothing but bone and gristle! (GRUNTS)

I would have preferred somewhere completely deserted.

The operation is a delicate one.

We cannot risk any interruption.

The Group Marshal favoured Earth.

His forces are planning an attack on the Madillon Cluster,

and this planet is conveniently situated.

And it was also Shockeye's wish to come here.

And you indulged him? Why?

He has a craving to savour the flesh of these human creatures.

As an Androgum myself,

I am aware of the potency of such desires.

You are no longer an Androgum, Chessene.

I have raised you to a superior plane of life.

There are blood ties between the Franzine Grig

and the Quancing Grig, Dastari.

Shockeye does not yet know the full nature of my intentions.

When he does learn the truth,

he will feel that I betrayed our Androgum inheritance.

A being of your powers cannot stay trapped forever

in the traditions of blood and race.

You must go on alone, Chessene, to create new traditions.

Not quite alone, Dastari.

- (RAT SQUEALS) - (SHOCKEYE GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

(RAT SQUEALS)

And he calls humans primitive!

All of our chefs sample the raw flavour of ingredients

before even heating their cooking pots.

Does this have a name, Chessene?

The Doña Arana knows it as "Rat".

Rat.

It is a scavenging animal.

(MOANS) The flesh is rank.

Smoke-dried, it might just be tolerable.

Boing!

It's the largest of the 25 bells in the cathedral at Seville.

Most distinctive!

You certainly specialise in arcane knowledge.

Of course!

Now we know the area where they're holding me.

Now, it was in the distance.

About three miles, I should judge.

Have you ever been to Seville, Peri?

No, have you?

How else would I know the Santa Maria when I hear it?

Oh, do try use your brain, my girl.

Small though it is, the human brain can be

quite effective when used properly.

- (INAUDIBLE SPEECH) - (SONIC BEEPING)

- You might be wrong. - I am not wrong.

Now, this station was attacked 10 or 12 days ago.

In hyper-drive, a Sontaran cruiser would take that long to reach Earth.

It could only just have reached there.

(SNIFFS)

Ah! You look better for your change of clothes and bath.

- You should try it more often! - Thank you... What?

Ignore him, Jamie.

He's being crotchety. I think you look wonderful.

I'm not crotchety. I'm just... Well, concerned.

- What about? - About myself chiefly.

I mean him,

languishing in some dark dungeon at the mercy of the Sontarans.

You can't be sure he's in a dungeon.

There was an echo, an after-resonance.

When you'd been locked in as many dungeons as I have,

you wouldn't fail to recognise it.

- Well, are you ready? - JAMIE: For what?

Transference.

Hmm.

(SONIC BEEPING)

(RUMBLING)

Now, my Doctor wouldn't have done that!

Your Doctor is an antediluvian fogey!

Allowing himself to be captured by the Sontarans!

If anything happens to myself as a result of it,

I will never forgive himself!

Oh, I do wish you'd stop switching personal pronouns!

It would make it a lot easier to understand what you're talking about!

Mmm.

(SIGHS)

Good morning.

Don't try to move yet, Doctor.

- Dastari. - You'll feel dizzy for a time.

So, I've been drugged, have I?

What did you use?

It feels like one of the a no mode group.

Absolutely right. Sir a la no mode.

Sir a la no mode? That affects the memory.

We're not interested in your memory.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Oh, augmented Androgum.

Oh, I don't think much of the company you keep, Dastari!

VARL: Attention!

Group Marshal Stike of the Ninth Sontaran Attack Group!

STIKE: Stand at ease!

We already were, Stike.

And tell that underling of yours not to shout every time you appear.

Yes! Major Varl, the Androgum is quite right.

We shall treat you as equals for the time being.

Very good, sir.

Sontarans! I remember now. The space station.

But I had someone with me... Jamie!

What have you done with Jamie?

Your companion will be long since dead, Doctor.

- (GROANS) - The Sontarans take no prisoners.

Inflexible policy.

- No! No! - Fasten the restraints!

No! (GRUNTING)

(DOCTOR GROANS)

Poor old Jamie!

(WHOOSHING)

(HUFFS) Well! Isn't that incredible?

Huh, police! And they say they're never there when you need them!

Oscar, it doesn't say policia.

Interpol, my dear. They have branches everywhere!

Oscar! Oh, you are a fool.

OSCAR: Officer!

We have to report a tragedy.

Stark disaster has struck this simple countryside.

Has it indeed? What manner of disaster, Mr...

Botcherby. Oscar Botcherby at your service, sir.

And this dark-eyed naiad is named Anita.

Oh, come on, Oscar! There's been a plane crash.

Well, of course, it may not be your department.

I can see from your raiment

that you obviously belong to the plain clothes branch.

Did you see this aeroplane?

No, we were in an olive grove at the time it roared overhead.

We were on a moth-hunting expedition.

Are you interested in Lepidoptera at all?

I am interested in everything, Mr Botcherby,

but mainly, at the moment, in this crash, you heard.

It landed near Doña Arana's hacienda.

We saw three survivors staggering towards the house.

Well, two of them were carrying some other poor, injured fellow.

Were they, indeed?

I think you may well have done me a great service, Mr Botcherby!

In what way, officer?

I think you saw three fugitives

whose trail we have been following for a long time.

Perhaps you can lead us to this hacienda?

Of course. It's this way.

Should we, my dear?

It's easy to find, officer. You just follow this road.

Oh, it's not easy to find, Oscar We ought to show them.

I was thinking these men might be dangerous!

I mean, I was thinking we ought to be getting back to the restaurant!

(CHUCKLES) We've plenty of time.

You'll be doing a public service, Mr Botcherby.

Oh, well, we Botcherbies have never shirked public service.

My dear departed father was an air raid warden

in Shepton Mallet throughout the war.

He slept in a steel helmet for five years. This way.

What have you got there?

The Kartz-Reimer transference module.

Well, that'll never work! I can tell that from here.

It worked well enough to bring you to the space station, Doctor.

All it did was to produce a few hiccups in the time continuum,

enough to tell us that dangerously crude experiments were going on.

Kartz and Reimer were clearly on the right track.

Several Androgums successfully vanished into time.

During those experiments, unfortunately, we were unable to bring them back.

Of course you couldn't.

No one can travel through time without a molecular stabilisation system.

We know that now, and we know that Time Lords

possess a symbiotic link with their machines,

which protects them and anyone with them against destabilisation.

(CHUCKLES MOCKINGLY) Guesswork!

Don't underestimate Chessene, Doctor.

Hers was the brain behind Kartz and Reimer.

And it was she who first realised that the missing element

had to lie somewhere in here.

So what are you going to do, hmm? Cut me up piece by piece?

Let us say cell by cell and gene by gene

until I isolate the symbiotic nuclei.

When did you go mad, Dastari?

(LAUGHS) I assure you I'm not at all mad.

Then you're totally under Chessene's domination!

Are you hoping to give her the power of time travel?

- Is that the idea? - I shall put her among the gods.

There need be no limit to her achievement!

There'll be no limit to her capacity for evil!

She's an Androgum, Dastari, whatever you may say.

She'll snap off the hand that feeds her whenever she feels hungry!

You don't know Chessene.

I confess I was sad that the Time Lords chose to send you as their emissary

because I've always had a certain regard for you, Doctor, personally,

and the operation will, of necessity, be painful, but...

It'll hurt you more than it hurts me.

What gives you that idea?

No, I was going to say but at least you'll have the satisfaction

of knowing that you've been part of a great undertaking.

You are an irresponsible old fool!

The Androgums are barbarians!

Release them into time and every civilised people in the galaxy

will curse your name!

Do you hear me?

Oh, my giddy aunt! Oh, crumbs!

- Dastari, why this delay? - Delay?

I expected the operation to begin immediately on my arrival.

Time is being wasted!

Time is not being wasted.

An operation of this complexity needs careful preparation.

You are not efficient. All that should have been done!

We brought most of this equipment with us.

How could it have been installed before we got here?

Chessene should have brought it! There was no forward planning.

If we had dismantled my operating theatre any earlier,

the station would have been buzzing with speculation.

Chessene's plan might have failed. It was not worth the risk.

How long is this operation going to take?

As long as it takes me to locate the symbiotic nuclei

within the Time Lord's cell structure.

Hours or days. I cannot say.

Every hour is precious to me, Dastari.

My Ninth Group is now forming up

for a vital battle in the Madillon Cluster.

If successful, it could change the course of the war.

So, it is imperative that I to be there to lead them to victory.

Then, if time is so important,

I suggest you take this to the operating theatre,

while I fetch the rest of my equipment.

Tea-time already, nurse?

- I do not understand. - Just as well.

A face like yours wasn't made for laughing!

The operation must begin at once.

- I'm needed at the front. - Yes, I heard you.

What was it, a vital strike in the Madillon Cluster?

Oh, dear me. Nothing changes, does it?

You and the Rutans have become petrified in your attitudes.

Nothing can change until victory is achieved,

but I fear I might have made a tactical error.

Oh? I thought Sontarans never made mistakes.

It is not easy being Commander,

the loneliness of supreme responsibility.

Why don't you resign, Stike? Take your pension?

When I die, it will be alongside my comrades at the front.

DOCTOR: Wait here.

- PERI: Where are you going? - Just for a scout round.

- (GASPS) Oh, look! - What?

- Over there. - I don't see anything.

Just there.

An exquisite feathered gothic.

If only I'd brought my net!

Doctor...

You have a chance, in death, to help the Sontaran cause!

How can I do that?

Tell Dastari where your symbiotic nuclei is located in your cell structure.

Vital time will be saved and I can be on my way.

Is that what Chessene has offered you,

the knowledge of unlimited time travel?

(LAUGHS) In that case, you should watch your back, Stike!

- What? - She's an Androgum,

a race to whom treachery is as natural as breathing.

They're a bit like you Sontarans in that respect.

(GRUNTS)

That is for the slur on my people!

And for that, I demand satisfaction!

You know that is impossible!

I am challenging you to a duel, Stike!

That is traditional amongst Sontarans, is it not?

Ooh, I would dearly love to kill you,

but unfortunately you are needed alive.

Release me, Stike!

You are not only without honour, you're a coward as well!

As you are not a Sontaran, Doctor,

you cannot impugn my honour.

Well, that didn't work, did it?

Hmm, hmm.

What have you got there, Shockeye?

Huh? A selection of recipes, madam, used by these humans.

It's most interesting.

I cannot think that Shockeye of the Quancing Grig

has anything to learn from humans.

- Do you understand it? - Yes, indeed.

These are Chinese and these are Spanish. (CHUCKLES)

The ingredients are unfamiliar, naturally,

but the general principles are similar to our own methods.

They cannot be quite as primitive as I believed.

In many ways, they resemble us.

In what ways?

Well, I've found many of these books here.

Now, there cannot be a creature on the planet

that humans do not kill and eat.

Many beasts are bred especially for table.

They are force-fed to improve the flesh,

and penned in small confined quarters to fatten more rapidly.

(LAUGHS) It's fascinating!

SHOCKEYE: Vats of boiling liquid.

The strange thing, however,

is that I can find no recipes for cooking the human animal.

There are races that do not eat their own kind.

Oh, but a species that is at the top of the food chain,

as these creatures are, must develop the finest flavour of all.

They have the pick of the planet's resources...

- (WOOD CLANKING) - CHESSENE: Listen.

Ow.

I heard something out there.

I heard nothing, Chessene.

You were too busy talking about your favourite subject.

Oh, I must taste a Tellurian soon.

A young one with a good proportion of meat to the bone.

I am becoming insane for such a feast.

Be patient, Shockeye.

We'll find one for you before we leave Earth.

Indeed, I'll join you at table,

for I confess to a certain curiosity myself.

Mmm.

- So you're an actor. - For my sins.

What are you acting in at the moment, Oscar?

I'm between roles at the moment,

so I'm managing a restaurant for a friend of mine.

Las Cadenas in the Barrio Santa Cruz.

Quiet, Oscar. Someone's coming!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, Doctor, you scared us! Did you have to creep up like that?

Were you expecting a brass band?

Did you find out anything?

No, but the Sontarans are here. I can sense their presence.

Who are the Sontarans?

Don't ask. Just hope you don't meet one!

Anita, this Doña Arana, is she tall and dark?

No, she's small and frail and has white hair.

It wasn't her, then.

And I couldn't see the man she was with. He had his back to me,

so I couldn't tell if he was human or not.

What do you mean, "Human or not?"

That noise you heard was a space craft landing.

That hacienda is now in the possession

of what you would term as alien beings.

(SCOFFS) You are joshing me, officer, are you not?

Joshing?

That woman, was she wearing a long grey frock?

Couldn't have put it better myself.

Well, she was at the space station, then.

Was she, now?

Aye. Dastari said she was a hungry man or something.

- Androgum? - That's it. Of course!

Though her features haven't the heaviness of a typical Androgum.

Oh, he said he'd done some operation that turned her into a genius.

What a stupid thing to do!

- That's what the Doctor said! - And I was right!

Whatever he's done to her mind, her nature will remain exactly the same.

And Androgums have as much emotional capacity as a gumblejack!

What's the next move, Doctor?

We have to find a way of getting into that hacienda without being detected.

I know a secret way into the cellars.

It used to lead from the old ice house.

The cellars! That's even better!

Peri, you'll have to cause a distraction

while Jamie and I try and find out where I'm being held.

What sort of distraction?

Do I have to think of everything?

Knock on the door and say you're lost!

I don't speak Spanish.

Well, that's all right. Neither do they.

Right, Anita. You better show us this ice house.

What if a Sontaran answers the door?

Oh! That's not very likely.

They seem to be keeping well out of the way at the moment.

(GRUNTS) Lead on!

Good luck, everyone.

(MOANING)

(KNOCKING)

I'm afraid I'm unable to give you a full an aesthetic.

Doing the job on the cheap, are you?

You have to be conscious

while the neuron bombardment excites the brain cells.

I shall then be able to examine them.

You should be examining your own brain cells, Dastari.

Most of them must have leaked out of your ears,

or you wouldn't be involved in this madness!

This injection will simply inhibit the motor centres.

- Get on with it, Dastari! - (GROANING)

- You're delaying my war effort! - (DEVICE WHIRRING)

If you want this operation to succeed, Group Marshal,

you will allow me to proceed as I decide and at the pace I consider appropriate!

- Count backwards from ten, Doctor. - Certainly not!

- As you wish. - Do you expect me

to co-operate in my own murder?

I'm dongay... ollik... parl...

(SONIC BEEPING)

The next step is partially to detach the occipital bone.

(WHIRRING)

- PERI: Hello! Is anybody there? - Wait!

Uh, shall I come with you?

No, you've done quite enough already bringing us here, Anita

I want you to collect Oscar and get off the estate as fast as you can.

Anita!

- Goodbye. - Good luck.

American students?

Yes, we're planning to send parties every year

and I'm surveying the district for suitable accommodation.

Can I ask, do you live alone or are there other occupants?

I live alone.

Apart from my servant. Wait here, young woman.

We could eat her tonight. I could make a piquant sauce!

Perhaps we shall, but first I must test my suspicions.

What suspicions?

The human mind is so flabby and vague, it is hard to read,

but she was constantly thinking of the Doctor.

- Huh? - The Doctor.

But she could have no knowledge of the Doctor.

How would that be possible?

We shall see. Have Dastari bring him through the hall.

If there is a connection,

she will give herself away when she sees him.

And then we can cook her!

(EXCLAIMS)

Mind how you go, Jamie. This ladder seems... (SCREAMS)

A wee bit rickety. Is that what you were going to say, Doctor?

You heard what Shockeye said. Chessene wants him taken upstairs!

Her orders were quite clear.

And I am order you to continue the operation!

I will not tolerate further delay.

Force will get you nowhere, Stike.

If you kill me, you lose all chance forever

of learning the Time Lord's genetic secret.

Very well, but tell Chessene

if the operation is not completed by the end of the day,

I shall return to my unit and leave none of you alive here!

- Varl! - Sir.

Militaristic buffoon!

Ooh. Chessene will deal with him.

(STUTTERS) Have you ever eaten a Sontaran?

Certainly not!

No, nor have I.

They always seem so tough and tasteless.

Here. Help me lift him into the wheelchair.

We're not going after them.

- Let's have a good look round first. - But there's only two of them.

One of them is an Androgum, Jamie.

Could break us in half with one hand.

- And how many bedrooms? - Seven.

I thought you said you lived alone?

Visitors.

Take him through.

Is he all right?

He has had rather a tiring time lately.

Madam.

Shockeye, show this young woman round.

She might be particularly interested in the kitchens.

With pleasure, madam.

Well, thank you, but I think I have all the information I need.

Come!

Well, my friends will be waiting for me.

If she has friends, they will come enquiring after her.

I think that was a lie. Animals always scent danger.

They have to be dragged to the abattoir!

They've got it almost exactly right,

even down to the briode nebuliser. Look.

- What is it? - The Kartz-Reimer version of a TARDIS.

- A TARDIS? Will it work? - Mmm.

Hmm. It would if I used it, or any other Time Lord,

but not for anyone else.

Well, how not?

This machine has to be primed by what we call the Rassilon Imprimatur,

that's the kind of a symbiotic print within the physiology of a Time Lord.

Once that's been absorbed into the briode nebuliser,

you have a time machine that anyone can use.

That of course, is what they didn't understand.

They simply copied the technology

without realising that old Rassilon had a second trick up his sleeve.

A most interesting lecture, Time Lord!

(PANTING)

Ow! Ooh!

SHOCKEYE: Ooh.

Pretty, pretty!

Here, my pretty one!

(GROWLING)