- Mister Benton, prepare to move out. - Sir. Okay, move it!
The humans will be following our course by their radar. Transmit a jamming signal.
Immediately, Commander.
You've been hiding too long, Broton. It's become a habit.
What do you mean?
I thought the plan was to conquer the world.
The plan has not changed.
But you can't rule a world in hiding.
You've got to come out onto the balcony sometimes and wave a tentacle,
if you'll pardon the expression.
In a few hours there will be no further need of secrecy. Have no doubt, Doctor.
Greyhound Leader to Trap One. Emergency alert to all radar stations.
Alien spacecraft heading south from Loch Ness.
Second, alert Strike Command, but warn them there is to be no attack.
I repeat, no attack until further orders.
Have our aircraft standing by at Inverness for immediate return to London HQ.
That is all. Out.
Brigadier, before leaving, we should search that castle.
Why? There's nobody there now.
No, but we might find something that'll tell us where the Zygons have gone.
Or what they're up to.
Yes. Worth looking, I suppose.
All right, I'll drop you two at the castle. Get in.
Didn't the Duke... I mean Broton,
Not a clue, Sarah.
Some grand gesture of destruction, I expect,
cosmic firework display, perhaps.
Well, definitevly bigger than oil rigs.
If I don't find out what opens this, I'll go mad!
What?
I give up, old girl. Come on, let's get back...
No, just a minute, just a minute.
I don't think you're going to find any scandals.
No, listen, listen. The Duke is Chieftain of the Antlers Association,
Trustee of the Golden Haggis Lucky Dip, whatever that might be,
and President of the Scottish Energy Commission.
- Sarah, we're wasting time. - Agreed. Agreed.
We have a suitable landing zone. Prepare for descent.
Reducing dynacon thrust. Dynacon thrust at phase two.
- Initiate descent trajectory. - Descending now.
Complete touchdown procedure.
Internal communication will remain on half power.
Half wit.
- Lost contact? - I'm afraid so, sir, yes.
What, all of them?
Okay, thanks.
They tell us there's a complete black-out all over the country, sir.
No radar working anywhere. London seem to think it's some kind of jamming device.
I see. Well, we'll just have to hope that somebody spots them.
- All right, carry on Mister Benton. - Right, sir.
Ah, Sullivan and Miss Smith. You're only just in time.
It's a very, very long walk, sir.
Yes, well, we're heading back to London. Advance party's just left.
- Did you find anything at the castle? - No, nothing.
Any news of the spacecraft, sir?
It was last reported heading south over Leicestershire, and then they lost it.
We've also had a report of a large underwater object travelling south at high speed.
Guess what.
How far from the target is the Skarasen now?
One hundred and fifty two Earth miles. It is approaching the mouth of the estuary.
That is close enough. Sever contact.
The skeletar will bring it to the target from that range.
- Social call? - You admire our technology, human?
Well, I'm not human, and I've seen better.
Better than this?
Very good, very good. Almost impressive. But why bother?
It is necessary to activate a body print every few hours,
otherwise the original pattern dies and cannot be used again.
Ah. So you still have a use for the real Duke.
One.
- Formal occasion? - Perhaps.
I gather we've landed. Where are we?
You like asking questions.
Well, it's the only way to learn.
When does this great operation begin, this conquest of the world?
Phase one is already complete.
And what are you going to do with it when you've got it?
Isn't it a bit large for just about six of you?
Other Zygons are on their way.
When our planet was destroyed in a recent catastrophe,
a great refugee fleet was assembled.
Hmm. And they're coming here at your invitation.
Exactly, Doctor. It will be many centuries before the fleet arrives.
In that time, the whole of this Earth must be restructured.
I'll say one thing for you, Broton. You think big.
Polar icecaps must go, the mean temperature raised several degrees,
thousand of lakes with the right mineral elements constructed.
I shall recreate my own planet here on Earth.
Using forced labour.
That is my intention. Human labour and Zygon technology.
The task is challenging, but not impossible.
You're underestimating human beings, Broton.
We shall see. Tomorrow I demonstrate my ultimate power.
It's been hours now. Not a word from anywhere.
Oh, don't worry, Miss. Something's bound to happen.
I mean, they've got to make a move soon, haven't they.
It's the Doctor I'm worried about. Could be dead for all we know.
Oh, come on. If I know the Doctor, he's most likely
working out a way to escape right at this minute.
Oh yes, I know that. It's just not hearing anything.
Any news?
Nothing on the spaceship, but we've had another report on that underwater object.
It's been sighted off the coast.
The Navy are sending some frigates from Chatham.
UNIT Headquarters. Who? Oh, yes, he's here.
Just a moment, please. It's for you, sir. The Prime Minister.
Lethbridge Stewart speaking. Oh, absolutely understood, madam.
No public announcement. Yes, madam. Discreet action. Discreet but resolute.
Right, now for the big question. Is half power lethal?
A relay must have jammed in the dystelic circuit.
No, Commander. The circuit panel is in order.
Trace the source, quick. We must stop that transmission.
Sir! I think this is it.
Whatever he's doing has jammed the door. It is the Doctor!
It's the Doctor, I know it is.
Well, I've checked the triangulations, sir, and I make it about, about here.
Just beyond Brentford. A disused quarry.
We've got them, Mister Benton!
Right, let's move out.
Is he dead?
Yes, Commander. The power destroyed him.
It is well. I underestimated his intelligence,
but he underestimated the power of organic crystallography.
Come, it is almost time for me to leave.
I'm alive!
Distance?
The Skarasen is fifty Earth miles away, Commander.
Excellent. It is time for me to place the activator on the target.
Humanity is at our feet.
- Who are you? - His Grace the Duke of Forgill, I presume?
Yes. Where the blazes am I?
- On a spaceship. - Spaceship?
In two minutes, close down dyastetic transmission and maintain monitor contact.
Understood. Commander.
Open the escape hatch.
When phase two is completed, I shall broadcast my demands to the world.
What are you doing?
We've got to lure the Zygons out of the control room somehow.
This is also a fire sensor. If I can heat it sufficiently...
Quick, back into your alcoves! We'll soon see how good their fire drill is.
Okay, quick, everybody out.
It won't take them long to realise it's a false alarm.
Come along, quick. Break that vacuum mechanism to jam the door.
This one?
Yes, that one, man. Get on with it.
- Is that broken enough? - It's more than enough.
Right, let's see what other damage we can do.
Anybody know what this is?
- I haven't the faintest idea. - You tell us.
I will. It's a self-destructor, and it works like this.
Right, we've got about sixty seconds before the whole ship blows up.
Open this door! Open this door!
There it is!
Doctor!
Everyone get down!
Well.
Was that bang big enough for you, Brigadier?
Nicely done, Doctor. That's the end of the Zygons, eh?
Not entirely. Broton escaped and he still has control of the monster.
He plans to attack some target in London.
Close to the Thames, huh?
Exactly. And this time it'll be something really spectacular.
I've just remembered.
When I spoke to the PM earlier, she was about to leave for Stanbridge House.
And that's on the river.
What's happening there?
The Fourth International Energy Conference.
The place'll be full of VIPs from all over the world.
It's a meeting of crucial importance.
Ah. That could be it, Brigadier.
Yes, but he'd need a pass to get in. The security's very tight.
But he'll have a pass.
The Duke, the real Duke, is President of the Scottish Energy Commission.
That's right, I am.
Well, come on. Let's get to London.
Tell the Brigadier the monster's been sighted again.
It'll be at Stanbridge House in another four minutes.
I repeat, another four minutes. Over.
Three and a half minutes, Doctor,
and still no sign of Broton in the conference hall.
Well, he was checked into the building. What's behind the conference hall?
Catering section and river terrace.
You search there. Sarah and I will take the cellar.
Not much light.
Maybe somebody should tell the Energy Congress.
Stay there.
- I thought you were dead. - Loose thinking, Broton.
This time, I shall make certain.
Get the Brigadier.
Broton, your spaceship's been destroyed.
This building is surrounded by soldiers.
I control the Skarasen!
I can destroy this planet or become its master.
That is the choice I offer your world.
Brigadier! Brigadier!
Morton, through the other door! Right, come with me.
The Skarasen will destroy you all.
Doctor!
The signal device, quickly. Broton's hidden it in this room somewhere.
Brigadier, evacuate the building.
The monster will tear the place down to get the device.
Right. Ferguson, with me.
Quiet, both of you. Listen. I can almost feel it.
The monster must be allowed to destroy it.
There's nothing I can do for him.
And as for this one.
Sarah, I think we've been left behind.
Harry, you're right.
Here, boy. Fetch it. Fetch it.
He must have gone this way.
Well, let's hope so.
It's huge! Where's the signal device?
He's chewing it.
It's going back under the surface.
- He'll go home now he's eaten the device. - Home?
Loch Ness, Harry. The only home he knows.
Tell me, I imagine the whole business caused quite a stir.
No, the Cabinet's accepted my report
and the whole affair's now completely closed.
You mean it never happened.
Well, a fifty foot monster can't swim up the Thames
and attack a large building without some people noticing,
but you know what politicians are like.
Yes, quite. By the way, I was coming to meet you people.
I could swear I caught a glimpse of the monster in the Loch.
But you're not sure.
The sun was in my eyes. Now, where is this contraption of yours?
My contraption, your Grace, is this way.
I think. Follow me. Come on.
That's the Tardis?
Yes, that's the Tardis.
And I'm going to pilot it all the way to London.
I can be there five minutes ago.
Just a minute, Doctor. I thought you couldn't do that.
- Of course I can. Coming? - No, thank you.
I think I'll stick to InterCity this time, Doctor.
- Sarah? - Er.
No?
All right. Providing we do go straight back to London.
Oh yes, we will. I promise.
Well, I'll be. Do they have return tickets?
Yes, I imagine so.
You should have taken them and got your refund, man.
I thought you were a Scotsman.