(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
MALE VOICE ON PA: 80...
70...
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30, 29, 28, 27, 26,
25, 24, 23, 22,
21, 20, 19, 18, 17,
16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11,
10, 9, 8, 7,
6, 5, 4, 3, 2,
1, zero.
Hit it. Hit it.
How can I hit it? He's still not visualising.
Well, jump them.
What, the timelines? You can't do it blind.
I'll say what we can and can't do.
Oh, anything's better than staying here.
RORVIK: Ignition.
We have lift-off.
(IRONIC CHEERING)
Now we'll have to see, Biroc. Show us where we're going.
Right, high-tension cable.
We'll run it to his feed point. That ought to boost him.
Kill him more like.
Always looking on the gloomy side, Packard.
- He'll kill him. - You wanna bet?
Connect the cable and switch on.
We're closing on something.
All right. It's 50-50. Okay.
He's right. We're heading for a time rift.
- One more go. - Haven't you done enough damage already?
It's not me, it's a time rift.
- She won't respond to the coordinates. - Here, let me have a try.
Just needs a little friendly persuasion, that's all.
- I have been friendly. - Probably too friendly.
I said, a little friendly. Firm but friendly. Watch.
There.
(CHUCKLES)
It's jammed. I've lost control.
- Have we? - What do you mean?
- Maybe that's it. - What, drifting?
The way out of E-Space.
Helm readings show no space, no time, just like before.
Damn you, Biroc. Right back where we started.
Stuck in this nothing for months and months and now this.
- We've got damage. - Well, of course, we've got damage.
- How bad? - Lane's taking a look.
Lane to Bridge.
- What's the news? - The outer shell's torn.
A rip you can climb right through. In fact, I just did.
Never mind the frills, what about the hull?
L'm checking that now. Nothing structural that I can see.
The electrics are falling apart though.
Dear, oh dear. Ah.
Lane, will you stop fooling around and give me a proper report? Lane.
What about the warp drive?
Packard's worried about the warp drive.
LANE: If this power line goes up, there won't be any warp drive.
(CLEARING THROAT) Go on, then.
Admit it, you don't know what you're doing.
I don't know what I'm doing. I'm just following intuition.
It's no better than tossing a coin.
What's so improbable about tossing a coin?
- Never heard of the I Ching? - Superstition.
Random samplings that affect the broad flow of the material universe.
The holistic view?
- The holistic view. - Mmm. Astral Jung.
What's the I Ching?
Ancient Chinese book of philosophy accessed by random sampling.
So how does that work then?
One traditional method is tossing of coins.
The I Ching methodology casts doubt on the value of
normal causalistic procedures.
And, of course, vice versa.
LANE: You were asking about the warp drive?
- Yes? - Don't ask. It's shot to hell.
Okay, Lane. Back in here.
(STATIC)
Lane?
Lane? Lane? Lane.
Huh. Hmm, communications are breaking up now.
What about you, Biroc? Are you breaking up? Why no pictures?
- He's going. - You blew out my warp drive.
You did that on purpose.
What a waste. I wouldn't give much for his scrap value.
We've got to get him patched up. We'll lose him.
Typical, Packard. Always thinking of your bonus.
Sagan, Kilroy. Take him below and get him fixed up.
- We're back in nowhere. - Well, nowhere's somewhere.
Somewhere that's not even supposed to exist.
Report from the helm.
That's you, remember? Instrumentation status.
What do you want me to say?
(GROANS)
RORVIK: Bridge, yes? Lane, is that you? What is it, man?
(CLEARING THROAT)
- It's always darkest before the storm. - Dawn.
Dawn. Isn't that right, K9?
According to your theory, we just press any button and hope for the best.
- Yes, well, that might help. - But not that button.
You didn't really think I'd activate the Reverse Bias, did you?
Huh. It's extremely difficult to generate non-determinate action.
I mean... Huh.
Maybe, subconsciously, I wanted to press that button.
In full flight?
Yes. In full flight.
(CLEARING THROAT) Doctor, can I have a word with you?
Have you got a death wish?
No, I don't think so.
Don't you want to get back to Gallifrey?
You know I don't want to get back to Gallifrey.
Well, we'll burn that bridge when we come to it.
It's all academic unless we find the CVE.
- (SIGHING) What about Adric? - What about Adric?
Well, if we get out of E-Space, we'll be taking him away from his own universe.
So?
Do we have that right?
Oh, he'll love it on Gallifrey.
Hexagram 9. Hsiao Ch'u. "The Taming Power of the Small."
Quote, "If you are sincere, blood vanishes and fear gives way. "
What have you just done?
What's he just done, K9, huh?
Nondeterminate activity in accordance with the theory
you were offering, master.
Oh, that's perfectly all right then.
- You all right, Romana? - I'm fine.
- Adric? - I think so.
Good.
Ah. Time winds.
So now we've got a busted warp motor and no navigator.
Nowhere to go and no way of getting there.
Yes?
Any views on that?
- Wait a minute. - A minute. We've got all eternity.
I'm getting something on the short-range scanner.
What is it?
I don't know, but it's solid and it's moving.
I've got it over here, too.
Looks like we've got company.
SAGAN: They're coming in to land.
- He's out of phase. - Of course, that's how he got in.
- He's on a different timeline. - But he should be torn apart.
They might have someone who can fix the warp motor.
So why are they caught between the timelines like us?
Well, we won't know that until we find out, will we?
And we still need Biroc back
or we'll have to get one of the others out of storage.
You can't revive any of them out here. You need the full apparatus.
Oh, we can jury rig something if necessary.
So some of them may die.
And that cuts into everybody's profits, a chunk out of everybody's bonus.
If you want to complain, bring it to Mr Sagan here
because he's the one who managed to lose your navigator for you.
We're going out to that ship.
- How will I find it? - PACKARD: Portable Mass Detector.
Aldo, Royce. Break it out from the stores, will you?
(SIGHS)
- Let's have the keys then. - I gave them to you.
It's non-stop, Aldo, non-stop.
- You'll be leading the way. - Why me?
In case they're hostile.
Can he see us?
- About the same way as we can see him. - Who are you?
I am Biroc.
- Others follow. - DOCTOR: Others?
Believe nothing they say. They are not Biroc's kind.
But what are you?
The shadow of my past and of your future.
The shadow of his past...
And of our future.
Romana, check those coordinates.
- They're all locked off at zero. - Yes.
Now listen, you two stay here and hold the fort.
I'm going to follow Biroc. Come on, K9. K9?
Come on. He wasn't built to withstand this sort of punishment.
Come on, now. Come on.
Maybe it was the time winds.
Oh...
(BEEPING)
He's still alive.
- Doctor. - Yes?
- Zero coordinates. - Yes.
Ponder on that.
Ponder on what?
Don't you see?
Our N-Space is positive and your E-Space is negative.
I see. Then this must be the intersection.
Well, somewhere near the intersection.
If the Doctor can find it.
You're sure you can repair him?
What's N-Space like?
I've just told you, Adric, it's positive.
Well, I must say I'm quite looking forward
to going there with you and the Doctor.
What if the Doctor and I went different ways?
But you wouldn't, would you?
Now, these are parts of... Oops... memory.
(SIGHS)
How are you feeling, K9?
Misconception of the functional nature of this unit.
I neither feel nor find it necessary
to express states of efficiency or dysfunction.
Does that mean he feels all right?
I'll have to check.
All systems functioning.
Recommend priority transfer to the three humanoid life forms
approaching the TARDIS.
What? He's having delusions.
(BEEPING)
(BEEPING RAPIDLY)
These stores really are the limit.
(COUGHS)
Nothing's catalogued. Half the shelves are empty.
This was all I could find. Adric?
Adric.
ROMANA: But that's impossible. The coordinates are at zero.
Probability computes at 0.00057, mistress.
Please apply.67 error correction to this estimate.
Error in error correction estimate estimated at.3705...
We should do something. He'll go like this forever.
Correction. All present and correct.
King's regulation, brackets, Army, close brackets,
report of the orderly sergeant to the officer of the day,
default is martial...
It's all going to be all right, K9.
ADRIC: They've got guns.
- Oh, I wish the Doctor were here. - So do I.
Oh, never mind. It's all going to be fine. I'm fully qualified.
Bring me a box.
(ROMANA SIGHS)
Well?
- It's a solid object. - Check it.
- These readings don't make sense. - Oh, give me a printout.
- It's a ship. - What? For midgets?
Or a coffin for a very large man.
Yes, all right. That's enough of that. Let's bust it open.