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Doctor Who Season 7
Spearhead from Space 4 of 4

Original Air Date: 1970/01/24

No! No!

What are you actually trying to do,
Doctor?

Well, it appears that in there we have
what one might loosely call a brain.

Fifty megacycles, Liz.

If we can establish the frequency
on which it operates...

Oh, dear!

We overloaded the circuit, I think.

Doctor, you were saying
that this is some kind of brain.

Yeah, or part of a brain.

An intelligence?

Yes, that's probably
nearer the mark.

Sending signals somewhere.

Where to?

Well,
the rest of itself, surely.

The other globes that came down?

They're all part of one entity?

Let's say a collective intelligence.

Can it see us?

My dear fellow,
it's not sentient.

No, our measurements prove
there's no physical substance inside it.

But, if it is has no physical form...

No, once here
it can presumably create a...

suitable shell for itself. Otherwise,
there'd be no point in coming.

The plastics factory.

Yes.

- Yes?
- General Scobie calling, sir.

Put him on.

As soon as I get his authority,
we'll move in.

Stewart?
About that Auto Plastic Factory.

Yes, but it's off limits,
I'm afraid.

They've got some important work on hand
it mustn't be interfered with.

Sir, if you'll just...

Oh, he's hung up.

- What are you going to do now?
- There's not much I can do,

except go over his head.

Yes, I'll get on to the Home Secretary and
if I don't get him to revoke that order,

I'll go to UNIT headquarters in Geneva.

- That's gonna take time.
- The old fool!

Just because he feels flattered
they made a facsimile of him.

Facsimile?

- Of General Scobie?
- A plastic replica, yes.

Apparently, they make
these things for Madame Tussauds.

It's one of their sidelines.

Oh my goodness,

the waxworks.

Well, I think this is the right room.

- Liz?
- What?

- Do you recognise any of these people?
- Yes, of course.

I think all that group are
top civil servants.

Hey, that's odd.

They're all Government types.

There are no astronauts,
famous personalities,

- you know people like that.
- Yeah.

- Oh, excuse me?
- Yes, sir?

I understand these figures aren't
made of wax, is that right?

Yes, that's right, sir.
These are plastic.

It's an entirely new process.

Are they supplying any more or
is the tableau complete now?

They're coming in with them
all the time, sir.

They brought that fellow
in just this morning.

General Scobie!

Well that was quick.
When did he visit the factory?

Yesterday afternoon.

What are you doing, Doctor?

Doctor, what are you doing?!

Liz, if you were making
a model of someone,

would you put a wristwatch on it?

Well, I might do if it had to look
really authentic.

Yes, would you go to the trouble
of winding it up,

and keeping it at the correct time?

I think you and I had better have
a word with Lethbridge-Stewart.

I'm afraid not.
He's been out all day.

Trying to see the Home Secretary,
I gather.

Well, when he comes in, tell him
that I'll call again later, will you?

Goodbye.

Now what will we do?

Well, there's only one thing
we can do wait.

Wait for what?

Closing time.

What will it look like when it's ready?

I cannot tell you, yet.

But you must know what it looks like,
you made it.

I made nothing.

I merely provided
an environment tank...

in which the energy units
can create the perfect life form.

- I don't understand.
- Of course you don't.

How can you?

- You talk as though you were not...
- Don't struggle against me, Hibbert.

Trust me.

- We must work together.
- Yes, of course.

Good.

The swarm leader
has to be brought here.

But UNIT have taken it.
How can we...?

- You forget we have General Scobie.
- He's just a copy, Channing.

- If he's detected...
- You have only seen the Autons.

Crude weapons
with a single offensive function.

But the facsimiles like Scobie's
are perfect reproductions,

even down to brain cells
and memory traces.

We shall activate them all tonight.

You will see then
how effective they are.

Odd looking object.

May I ask, sir,
what you intend doing with it?

The government are sending
it to the Royal Geophysical Laboratory.

With respect, sir, I think the Brigadier
ought to be informed first.

I have no authority to part with it.

You can tell Brigadier Stewart
I ordered you to hand it over.

My orders must come
through UNIT, sir.

Captain Munro, you may be attached to UNIT
but you're still in the army.

Will you give me the globe?

Or shall I take it...

and arrest you for mutiny.

You leave me no alternative, sir.

I don't like this.

Well, there's nothing to be afraid of.

They're only dummies, I think.

It's funny how their eyes
seem to follow you, isn't it?

Very.

Doctor?

Doctor?

Doctor?

I thought I heard something.

No, it's only your imagination.

Are they plastic?

Yes, yes, I'm sure they are.

But when you talked about the watch,

you meant that
this is the real General Scobie?

Yes, and his plastic facsimile
is walking around somewhere.

- Now just...
- Someone's coming.

Quick!
Back behind the curtain.

What's wrong?

There is an alien life form
somewhere near.

I can sense it.

There's only you and me here,
and the facsimiles...

and Scobie.

Scobie, yes.

Open the door.

What do you have to do
to activate them?

Nothing.

They know it is time.

Where are they going?

To take their places.

It is time for them to begin work.

What are you doing here?!

You shouldn't...

Channing will...

If you tell Channing
that we're here,

the Autons will kill us,

as I think they killed
your friend Ransom.

Ransom?
I had to dismiss him, because...

- ...Channing said...
- Channing is controlling your mind.

You must resist him.

Channing is your enemy.

The enemy of the entire human race.

Channing is my partner.

- New policy...
- Now listen to me, Hibbert.

You've got to get away
from Channing.

Get away and think.

Now come to UNIT.
I can help you.

Hibbert!

- What are you doing?
- I was just checking.

There is nothing to check.

We are finished here.

It's the facsimiles, Brigadier.
They're moving.

They've just left the waxworks.

You've got to act quickly, Brigadier,
or else it'll be too late. By tomorrow...

By tomorrow, they will have taken over
the key positions in the entire country.

You've got to move against
that factory now.

If they move against you,
I shall be ready for them.

Humans are not predictable.

It is growing difficult
to maintain control over Hibbert.

Hibbert is no longer necessary.

No.

We need no one now.

- At dawn, we will activate the Autons.
- Good.

Just a few more hours.

Just a few more hours.

It's nearly half-past five.
Can't we take a break?

I can hardly keep me eyes open.

And a red.

Here it is.

Hold onto those for a moment,
will you?

Just think, the rest of the world
is fast asleep.

Are you sure?

Well, get on to the policeman.

Try the army.

Well, keep trying.

It's started, hasn't it?

Yes, all over the country.

Window dummies coming alive,

attacking police stations,
barracks, communication centres.

The radio is dead as well.

Now look, you two,
we haven't got much time.

Well now the globe has gone, we can't be
sure if this is really going to work.

- Well, of course it'll work.
- What will work?

Well, I'm trying to devise a weapon
that we can use against them.

Well it's not very efficient, I know,
but it's the best that I can do.

And then you've got to take me
to the security area of that factory.

Well, how can I? I can't even
contact my support platoons.

- Well, how many men can you raise?
- Just my headquarters staff.

Well then,
that'll have to do, won't it?

"Channing is controlling your mind."

"You must resist him."

"Channing is your enemy,

enemy, enemy, enemy, enemy."

- Stop!
- No Channing!

You can't stop me now!

You should not have left the factory,
Hibbert.

Channing!

I could think
when I'm away from you.

I know what's been happening.
I know what I've done.

You've been controlling my mind.
The Doctor was right.

You've spoken to him?

Who are you?

What are you?

We are the Nestenes.

Nestenes?

We have been colonising other planets
for a thousand million years.

Now we have come to colonise Earth.

Colonise?

Then,
what is going to happen to man?

- You'll destroy us.
- You will be spared.

You have helped us.

I helped you?

There is nothing you can do, Hibbert.

If I destroy this,
I destroy all of you.

Destroy.

Total destruction!

Will you stand well back, please?

Attention section D.

Attention.
Attention.

Intruders in Section D.

Someone sent out support troops
after all.

Brigadier Stewart.

You and your men are under arrest.

This isn't General Scobie.
Now, listen to me...

Order your men to lay down
their arms, Brigadier,

or they will be made...
...to do so.

Perhaps I can
settle this argument?

I mean, as to whether
this really is General Scobie.

General Scobie.

Would you be kind enough to say a few
words into the microphone?

- What sort of foolery is this?
- Switch on, Liz.

- You've killed him!
- I don't think so.

You see, he was never really alive.

It may be difficult to grasp, but that's
the situation we've got to deal with.

You'll place your men under my orders.
Is that clear.

Doctor, where are we going?

If we're quick, my dear,
we can save everybody a lot of trouble.

Now!

Well, there we are, my dear Liz.

Who said
we got the wrong frequency?

Take cover!

Fire!

Fall back!

You're too late.

On this planet, there is a saying:

That it is never too late.

Good gracious!
What on earth is this thing?

A lifeform perfectly adapted...

for survival and conquest
on this planet.

Is that what you look like
on your own planet?

No,
we have no individual identity.

So, this...

"thing", is a sort of...

collective brain?
A nervous system?

- Humanly speaking, yes.
- But I'm not human.

So, if you live as a group,
you can be destroyed as a group, surely.

- You cannot destroy us.
- I destroyed your facsimile of Scobie.

Therefore,
I can destroy all of you.

No one has the power to destroy us,
not even you.

We are indestructible.

So you see, Mr. Channing,
with this device, I can eliminate you.

No one can destroy the Nestenes.

Oh, no!

Switch on, Liz.

- Liz, switch on.
- I have.

It's not working.

Liz, come on.

Liz, come on, quick.

- Well, what's wrong with it?
- Doctor, I'm trying.

Now.

You can switch off, I think now, Liz.

Channing.

Basically,
it's the same as an ECT machine.

Electric Convulsion Therapy.

Only much more powerful,
of course.

Well, it worked.

Doctor?

These Nestenes
will they try again?

Possibly.
They're telepathic,

so they certainly
know what happened.

If they do decide to launch
a second attack,

I hope we can count on
your help again.

Yes, well, before we go into all that,
Brigadier, I think we must discuss terms.

- Terms?
- Yes.

After all, you do want to take
advantage of my services again, don't you?

I think you'll find the salary is
quite adequate.

Money?

My dear chap,
I don't want money.

I've got no use for the stuff.

Then, what do you want?

Well,
facilities to repair the TARDIS,

laboratory, equipment,

help from Miss Shaw here.

Very well. Anything you need,

within reason, of course.

- Is that all?
- My goodness, no.

Don't you realise that when I was stranded
on this little planet of yours,

I had nothing but these clothes that...
Oh, my goodness!

What is it, Doctor?

Well, I've just realised
I don't even own these.

I've borrowed them from the hospital.
And there's that car, too.

Yes, you know, I took to that car.
It had character.

No, Doctor, that car
must be returned to its owner.

Must it?

Yes, yes, I suppose it must.

Still, there's no reason why you couldn't
find me something similar, is there?

I mean, it could persuade me
to stay, you know.

- Very well.
- Good.

When can we go and choose it?

Not yet. I must arrange for
a full set of papers first.

By the way,
I've just realised.

I don't even know your name.

Smith.

The Doctor John Smith.