(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
(EXPLOSION)
(BARBARA GROANING)
Mr Chesterton?
Ian Chesterton?
(SHUFFLING)
I thought...
I know you.
(GROANING)
- Have you hurt your head? - Yes, terribly!
Well, let me look at it.
My neck hurts too.
It's going away now.
That's better.
- I couldn't think where I was... - Do you want to sit down?
No, it's all right.
Grandfather!
He's cut his head open.
I've got some ointment.
Well, get some water too.
Yes.
(SUSAN EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)
Who's that?
Oughtn't we to go and help him?
I don't like the look of this cut at all.
Water.
What happened?
I don't know.
Well, go on!
You're working late tonight, Miss Wright.
- Can I have a glass of water? - Susan's fetching some.
- Susan Foreman, you mean? - Yes.
What's he doing there?
Oh, he's cut his head.
Are you feeling all right?
Dizzy.
Shouldn't we help him?
His heart seems all right,
and his breathing's quite regular.
I don't think that cut's as deep as you think.
What do we do if his skull's fractured?
I don't think it's as bad as that.
I can't take you back, Susan. I can't!
(MUMBLING)
He's rambling.
The ship!
The Tardis!
What?
Empty?
(BEEPING)
That's funny.
(GASPING)
The doors!
Well, they can't open on their own, they can't!
Perhaps he did it.
Grandfather?
Did it before he cut his head open.
No, he wouldn't.
They must have been forced open when we crashed.
- Crashed? - No! The ship can't crash, it's impossible.
Grandfather. Grandfather!
- Susan, it's all right. - No.
No, there's something here.
- Inside the ship. - What?
But that's not possible.
- You feel it, don't you? - Give me the bandage.
Well, what's this?
SUSAN: The coloured part is the ointment.
You'll find that colour disappearing. It goes into the wound.
When the bandage is completely white, it means the wound is healed.
- Did you do that? - SUSAN: We haven't moved.
- I'm going to try the controls! - BARBARA: Be careful, Susan.
(SCREAMS)
No!
IAN: She's fainted. But she was all right a minute ago.
BARBARA: Yes, and a while before that, you were all unconscious.
What's going on here?
He's beginning to stir. Take the girl and put her to bed.
(DOCTOR GROANING)
If anything happens...
let me know.
Well, what could happen?
I don't know.
- How are you? - My head.
You cut your forehead, but you'll be all right.
- It hurts here. - Where? Show me.
I can't see anything.
- There's no bump or bruise, or anything. - No, I was hit on the back of the neck.
(GROANING)
Water...
(BEEPING)
Empty?
(EXCLAIMS)
All right.
What are you doing?
No.
Who are you?
Susan.
You don't need that.
(GROANING IN PAIN)
No!
(SCREAMING)
No, no, the ship must have stopped and put us down somewhere.
But where?
- Where are we? - Oh, all these questions, Miss Wright!
- Please. - You don't know, do you?
You're just guessing, aren't you?
(DOCTOR MUMBLING)
- Can we have some light in here? - DOCTOR: What for?
- Have you any idea where we are, Doctor? - Where is not as important as why, young man.
I must go and check the fault locator again.
Everything's in a mess.
You didn't touch the controls, did you?
- No. - Or you?
I know Susan wouldn't. I'm worried about that child.
Temporary lapse of memory.
- I was thinking... - Yes?
Well, yes, yes? Anything may help.
Do you think something could have got into the ship...
- No, no, no. - ... when the doors were open?
No, it's ridiculous.
What do you mean? An animal, or a man or something?
- Yes. - It's not very logical, is it?
Or another intelligence.
- Well, as I said, it's not very logical. - No, it isn't.
But does it have to be?
I mean, things aren't always very logical, are they?
It's just that one's been through so much, I've...
I've been very patient with you, Miss Wright, and really,
there's no more time for these absurd theories.
- IAN: Probably a mechanical fault. - Yes, or electric.
It may even be the main unit. I don't know.
I'm very worried about it all. Young man...
I think you'll have to help me with that fault locator
now that Susan's been put out of action.
- Yes, yes, of course I will. - Thank you, it won't take us long.
I wouldn't go near the control column if I were you, Doctor.
It might give you an electric shock.
Yes, well, perhaps it would be wiser to check the fault locator first.
I'm glad I thought of that. Yes, come along, come along.
Barbara...
- Keep an eye on Susan? - Yes.
IAN: Don't tell her about something being in the ship.
BARBARA: No, of course not.
You know, the less said, the better, eh?
- Chesterton! - Coming.
Coming!
(RAPID MODULATING TONES)
Are you all right?
Oh, yes, these numbers keep blurring before my eyes. That's all.
What can I do to help?
Well, if you wouldn't mind standing in front of that indicator and...
What you will see would be a series of numbers.
You're awake now.
How are you feeling?
Susan?
You do remember who I am, don't you?
Of course I do. You're Barbara.
- Why? - Hm?
- There's nothing wrong with me. - No, you're...
You just need a rest, that's all.
Where's Grandfather?
He's checking the controls with Ian.
Have they found out what's wrong with the ship?
Well, Ian thinks there was a power failure.
Why did you ask me if I knew who you were?
Susan, why don't you give me those scissors?
Give them to me.
Susan, what's all this about?
- You said there'd been a power failure. - No, I didn't, I said that's what Ian thinks.
I overheard the two of you.
There's something here in the ship and he doesn't want you to tell me.
I see. You just overheard a couple of words and you...
No!
You lied to me.
We wouldn't hurt you, Susan.
Surely you know that?
(GASPING)
I never noticed the shadows before.
It's so silent in the ship.
Yes. Or we're imagining things.
We must be.
I mean, how would anything get into the ship, anyway?
The doors were open.
Yes, but... but where would it hide?
In one of us.
No.
We must stop talking about this.
I mean, can you imagine what the others would say if we told them?
They'd simply laugh at us.
SUSAN: Supposing there isn't a fault.
You must be clairvoyant.
We've just checked everything and it's all perfect.
Which is fantastic.
How are you feeling?
- I'm all right. - Good.
What's my grandfather doing?
That's what I came to tell you both.
He's decided that the only fault can be outside the ship.
- He's gone to turn on the scanner. - No!
No, he mustn't!
- Don't touch! - Hm?
- Are you all right, child? - Yes.
Grandfather, I tried to touch it,
and it was like being hit, but without any pain.
- Hit where? - Well, the back of my neck hurt.
DOCTOR: Yes, rather like mine.
Funny. It didn't affect Barbara and me like that.
No, it didn't, did it?
I must find out what's outside the ship, Susan.
Stand close beside me, will you?
(LOW HUMMING)
- Nothing happened to you. - No, indeed.
Why does he keep looking at us like that?
SUSAN: Hey, the scanner's working!
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
BARBARA: That could be England.
SUSAN: Oh, yes, I remember that.
That's very curious.
That can't be what's outside the ship. This is a photograph.
Close the door, Susan!
IAN: I'll do it.
(LOUD ROARING)
Well, I didn't touch it.
There's another picture.
(ANIMAL SQUAWKING)
Oh, I recognise that.
That's where we nearly lost the Tardis, four or five journeys back.
DOCTOR: Yes, the planet Quinnis, of the fourth universe.
BARBARA: That's not outside either. That's a photograph.
Can you explain it?
Did I ever tell you that the ship has a memory bank, hm?
Yes, it records our journeys.
- No, I don't think so. - Are you sure?
I thought I did.
Hey, look.
Well, what's all that about?
Oh, don't you know? I thought you might be able to explain it.
Why me?
Trying to confuse me, eh?
(CHUCKLING)
What are you getting at?
Look, why don't we just try and open the doors and see for ourselves what's outside?
What is inside, madam, is most important at the moment.
Inside?
But you've just been telling us that the only people inside are ourselves.
Precisely.
I know now who's responsible.
You are. You've sabotaged my ship.
- We didn't even touch your ship. - What are you talking about?
You're the cause of this disaster.
And you knocked both Susan and I unconscious.
Oh, don't be ridiculous! We were all knocked out.
A charade. You attacked us.
Absolute nonsense.
And when we were lying helpless on the floor, you tampered with my controls.
But you checked everything yourself, and you couldn't find anything wrong with it!
No, sir. We checked everything, you and I.
But why would we? For what reason?
Blackmail, that's why.
- You tried to force me to return you to England. - Oh, don't be so stupid.
- I know it, I'm sure of it. - How dare you!
Do you realise, you stupid old man, that you'd have died in the Cave of Skulls
- if Ian hadn't made fire for you? - Oh, I...
And what about what we went through against the Daleks?
Not just for us, but for you and Susan, too,
and all because you tricked us into going down to the city.
- But I... - Accuse us?
You ought to go down on your hands and knees and thank us.
But gratitude's the last thing you'll ever have, or any sort of common sense either.
(BARBARA SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(SOBBING)
You can't blame us for this, Doctor.
Where is he?
I've decided we need more time to think. We're all somewhat overwrought.
Mr Chesterton.
Miss Wright.
Susan.
I wish I could understand you, Doctor.
One moment you're abusing us, and the next, you're playing the perfect butler.
A little nightcap to help us relax and sleep.
If it is night.
We have no way of telling now.
I'm going to bed.
Make it up with her, Grandfather. Please do.
Doctor... some very strange things are happening.
I feel we're in a very dangerous position. This is no time for personal quarrels.
Meaning?
I think you should go and apologise to Barbara at once.
I'm afraid we have no time for codes and manners.
And I certainly don't underestimate the dangers, if they exist.
But I must have time to think.
I must think.
Rash action is worse than no action at all, hm?
I don't see anything rash in apologising to Barbara.
(SCOFFS)
Frankly, Doctor, I find it hard to keep pace with you.
You mean to keep one jump ahead. That you will never be.
You need my knowledge and ability to apply it
and then you need my experience to gain the fullest results.
Results? For good or for evil?
One man's law is another man's crime.
Sleep on it, Chesterton. Sleep on it.
I'm... I'm sorry for what Grandfather said to you.
- It wasn't your fault. - I know, but...
Try and understand him.
Forgive him.
Try and get some sleep.
(CHUCKLING)
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