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Seems to be alright.
Well, I told you I'd get you back home safely, didn't I?
We set off from the research centre.
Well, there's no point in going back there. No, I set course for UNIT HQ.
Well, this isn't UNIT HQ.
Space time co-ordinates were a bit out, that's all. We can't be far away.
So where are we?
Somewhere in London.
And when?
Well when we left - give or take a few weeks.
It's not the nineteenth century or the twenty-first?
My dear Sarah, you are perfectly safe. Now all we've got to do now is go and find a telephone and... ring the Brigadier.
What was that?
Well, the parks department's cutting down some trees. Come on.
No, it doesn't work.
Probably been vandalised.
That's a very unfair word, you know. Because actually the Vandals were quite decent chaps.
Come on, let's see if we can go and find a taxi.
Some hope. Well, there's a bus stop.
Yes.
There's no bus.
There's no anything. No, nothing's moving. No bicycles, no pedestrians, no cars - nothing.
Why?
Well, perhaps it's Sunday. Great Britain always closes on Sundays. Come on, I think we'd better walk.
Charming!
Well, perhaps he doesn't like hitch-hikers.
Anybody here?
Look!
I got here first! Turn round! Hands against that wall!
Do as he says, Sarah.
Sarah, do as he says!
Look, I realise that you're very busy, but would you mind telling me what's going on around here?
You find your own places. There's plenty to choose from. I got here first.
Sarah - no! He's liable to shoot you out of pure terror.
I'll call the police.
They're not answering!
Right, okay, got it.
Serg?
Another sighting.
Thank you, Ogden.
Yes, that's right. Frequency of sightings about the same. There's not much we can do, sir, except block them. No, sir, the Doctor isn't back yet. I'm hoping he'll return very soon.
UNIT HQ, Captain Yates?
Yes, right. Yes, alright, sir, I'll keep you informed. Goodbye.
Yes, got that. Thank you.
Sir, five more looters have been picked up in Hyde Park.
Ogden?
Get this off to General Finch, will you?
Sir.
I've asked the regulars for more men. We've got to get more patrols out.
It's organised gangs now, sir.
What?
The looters.
Well, that's only to be expected.
We're going to need more detention centres.
Yes, alright, Yates. Get them set up! The looters are a detail. It's these we've got to worry about.
There must be somebody somewhere.
Listen.
Over there.
It's stopping.
Come on.
Hello?
Are you alright?
Not really, no. Help me up, will you?
Oh, it's an ill wind. At least we've got some transport. Open that door, Sarah, will you?
They're jammed!
Get out! Come on! In the van!
Get out!
Sorry, sir, I can't agree to that.
I'm giving you a direct order, Brigadier.
With respect, sir, I cannot and will not allow troops under my command to open fire upon civilians.
These civilians are looters and central London is under martial law.
What's happening is deplorable, sir, but may I remind you that looters are not our main problem? Shortage of observation patrols is.
The army has been stretched to its limits with the evacuation of eight million people.
The evacuation is now complete, sir.
For you, perhaps, but not for us. All these wretched people have to be fed, sheltered, cared for...
But the front line's here, sir - in central London. It's more important to find the cause of this crisis than to deal with its effects.
Alright, but what are you doing about it?
Plotting the incidents as they occur and searching London to find their cause.
Waiting for this mysterious scientific advisor of yours to turn up?
That's right, sir.
Mmm. I suppose he'll just materialize out of thin air.
Very probably.
Very well, but while we're waiting for this Doctor of yours, you will obey my orders.
You can have your extra patrols, Brigadier, but my instructions to them are that any looter who does not surrender immediately will be shot.
Halt! Place your hands above your head!
That will be your only warning! Raise your hands!
Will you please tell me what's happening?
Over there by the Land Rover.
Turn round, lean forward, hands against the side.
Look, will you please tell me what's going on here?
Turn round!
Search their vehicle.
You have had a busy day, haven't you?
Right, you were arrested today, found looting in possession of two tape recorders, one radio and a colour television set. You will be held for military trial. Photographs.
Next!
Names?
Now, if I can have a word with someone in author...
Names!
Sarah Jane Smith.
Name?
Doctor John Smith. No relation.
Age?
Twenty-three.
Age?
You'd never believe me.
Offence?
Looting furs, jewels and money.
Right, you'll be held for military trial. Over there for photographs.
But why are the military running everything...?
Come on, Sarah. Let's go and have our photos taken, shall we?
Oh, deary me, that's very antiquated equipment, isn't it?
I'll think you'll find that the right is my best side.
Shut up and hold that in front of you.
Oh, all right.
Now you.
Thank you!
Now, what about one of both of us? Come and join in!
Over there.
Down there.
On the floor.
No we'd rather stand, if you don't mind?
Sit down!
Oh!
What a good idea. There we are.
That's better.
Keep 'em quiet.
Right.
What do we do now?
Wait for the officer to turn up. Maybe we can get some sense out of him.
What on earth's going on? What's happening?
I've no idea.
Maybe this gentleman here can enlighten us. How do you do, sir? I'm the Doctor.
You've got nothin' to be cheerful about. There's no judge and jury now, mate military law.
But why?
Where've you been? Because of the monsters!
It's coming straight for us, sir, and we're trapped.
Same as usual. The bullets won't do any good. We're gonna try and turn it with the grenades.
It's working, sir. Seems to be moving off.
It's running away now, sir...
in the direction of...
It's gone again. Happens every time, sir. Whenever we get a sight, the R/T reception's diabolical.
Yes, I'm well aware of that.
Yes, sir, but there must be some connection. Whatever's causing the monsters is causing the interference.
The thought had occurred to me, Benton, but since we don't know what's causing either we're not really much the wiser.
Latest batch of looters. File them.
Right, sir.
Hmm. Another message from the government here telling us to make sure that law and order's maintained in the evacuative zone. They seem to have forgotten the main problem.
Yes, well, it's alright for them stuck safe and sound up in Harrogate.
A scruffy looking bunch we've got here.
You can say that again.
Hey sir, look!
What?
Good grief!
"Looter charged with stolen furs, jewellery and money"?
And there's one of that journalist girl Sarah Jane Smith.
They're being held at number five reception centre. Ogden, number five reception - get them on the RT will you?
No good, sir.
Oh right, I'll go there myself. Get my jeep, will you?
There's a planning conference for General Finch in ten minutes, sir. Well, shall I go?
No, you'd better stay here. Send a dispatch rider and get them brought here as quickly as possible.
Right, sir.
Typical, absolutely typical. What is the man playing at?
Doctor?
Yes?
There's only him. We could make a break for it.
And get ourselves shot?
You know what they'll do with us?
No, do you?
Twenty years in some detention camp.
Look, with a bit of luck we could get out of here. What do you reckon?
No, thank you very much.
Right, on your feet!
Prisoners forward.
Prisoner's numbers one-seven-double-seven-eight-o, one-seven-double-seven-eight-one and one-seven-double-seven-eight-two, sir.
We do have names, you know?
Just these three, Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
Alright, let's get on with it. I have to be back at HQ in ten minutes time. Evidence?
Seven-eight-o, Lodge, sir. Caught in possession of two tape recorders, one radio and a colour television set.
Anything to say?
Well, yes! I, er, found the stuff see. I was going to hand it in.
You've been found guilty of looting.
Under the authority vested in me by the Emergency Powers Act, I'm issuing an order that you'll be held in a military detention centre for the duration of the emergency. You'll be handed over to the civil authorities for trial and sentence when time permits. Next!
Seven-eight-one and seven-eight-two were caught together, sir, in possession of furs, jewels and stolen money.
Were they now?
Yes, sir.
Anything to say?
We found those things after someone else had stolen them.
And you were gonna hand them in?
Yes.
Very original. You've been found guilty of looting.
Now just one moment...
Keep quiet!
Well, what is it?
Sir, I am the scientific advisor to UNIT and I demand to be put in immediate touch with Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart.
I suppose he's an old friend of yours?
Yes, as a matter of fact he is.
How very interesting. You've been found guilty of looting.
Under the authority vested in me by the Emergency Powers Act, I'm issuing an order that you'll be held in a military detention centre for the duration of the emergency. You will be handed over to the civil authorities for trial and sentence when time permits. Put them on the next transport for detention centre, will you?
Sir.
I must be off.
Attention!
Carry on, Sergeant.
Right, back over there.
See? I told ya! Stuck in a detention camp for months. In prison!
What are we going to do, Doctor? Nobody will listen to us.
Tell me, my friend - what was that idea that you had about escaping?
Well, there's three of us - we could jump him.
Well, I think we can be a bit more original than that, can't we?
Oh, so what do we do, then?
We have a fight.
Eh?
You're the nark, aren't ya? It was you wot grassed on us!
I never grassed in my life!
Yes you did! Come on! On ya feet! Come on, up!
Alright then, you great dressed up twit, you asked for it!
Steady!
Guard, stop them! You wanna stop them!
Break it up! Break it up!
What did you do?
Never mind that now. Come on, let's get out of here.
Ah no - Not you. You go that way.
But... we'll run straight into the soldiers!
Yeah, an' while they're busy with you, I'll get away.
Oh, so much for honour amongst thieves.
Come on, quick! Out of here! Come on!
What are you looking for?
A piece of wire to jump the ignition. I'll try in the back.
Ready for the detention centre?
Honestly, Doctor!
And how was I to know it was detention centre transport?
Oh well, I can see us being locked up for months - sewing mail bags probably. I mean, let's face it - nobody's listened to us so far.