Stop! Stop firing, you fools!
What happened?
Gave us no warning, sir.
Alcuri with his mouth taped.
Is he dead, sir?
No.
Unconscious?
Yes, he's more unconscious than anyone I've ever seen.
Have a look at this EEG.
EEG?
This machine registers the electrical activity of the brain.
Normally the line fluctuates considerably, even when the patient is unconscious.
Not a lot going on, is there?
Nothing whatsoever.
Completely passive.
Perhaps that bullet did more damage than you suspected.
No, that only caused a slight burn on the scalp.
Couldn't possibly account for this condition.
But then what is the cause?
Could it be shock?
Could be, but I doubt it.
No, he's in such a deep coma that I'd say it was...
Was what?
Self-induced.
Is that possible?
For you or for me, no.
But we're dealing here with a completely alien physiology.
All I can do is guess.
Well, is it safe to move him?
I honestly don't know what I'd advise against it.
Very well.
You'll keep me informed of any change in his condition.
Yes, of course.
Thank you.
Oh, by the way.
Yes?
We found this in his hand when he was brought in.
Had to prise his fingers open.
He was really hanging on to it.
The police box is on its way back to headquarters, so you can double the guard here.
Very good, sir.
Where's this meter at?
Your chap's found...
Here we are, sir.
It's all we could find, sir.
It must have broken off when it hit the ground.
It's light.
Very light.
Hmm.
It's some sort of plastic, sir.
Yes, possibly.
I'll take you back with me.
Have it taken to my car, will you?
Yes, sir.
Hawkins?
Give me a 24-hour guard.
It's possible these people might try again.
Right, sir.
What puzzles me is why they're trying to get in here.
I don't know.
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Where do you think they're going?
Right, sir.
What puzzles me is why they should want to abduct the doctor.
Could he be tied up with them in any way, sir?
Yes, it's possible.
Did anyone get a good look at them?
I got a picture of one of them, sir.
He was here earlier posing as a reporter.
How did you get this?
I made a check on all the press, sir.
One of the photographers took this shot when you arrived with Miss Shaw.
There's something... something odd about their faces.
There's a lot of changes. And you're new, aren't you?
That's my workshop.
Oh, rather it was.
What the devil's been going on here?
Yes, send him in.
John, come in. We weren't expecting you.
Weren't you? What's all this about?
The letter explains everything.
It explains nothing.
Look, when I invented this doll, you promised me full backing.
You sent me to the States to introduce the Americans in joint production.
You said that if it all worked out, you'd make me a partner.
Well, here it all is.
Agreements ready to sign, advance orders, the lot.
And what do I find on the mat when I get home?
A letter giving me the push.
Look, we worked on this project together.
You helped me finish the designs.
Now you put the chop on it, just like that.
For heaven's sake, George, you owe me some sort of explanation.
It's the new policy. We've got a new policy.
What's happened at this place?
Most of the staff gone. Security notices everywhere.
We're developing a new process. It's all very secret.
We've changed everything.
I'll say you have. The whole layout of the factory floor is different.
And my workshop. What's in there now?
Stay away from there, John.
But what about my equipment?
We'll send it to you.
Just like that?
I don't think you should have come here, John.
You must go away. At once.
It's not safe.
What's the matter? You keep saying we.
We've got a new policy. Well, who's we?
There's no point in going on with this, Mr. Ranson.
Goodbye.
Look, if there's anything wrong, perhaps I can help you.
There's nothing wrong. My letter explained everything. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Am I interrupting? Yes.
Getting on all right? Fine. Just fine.
Sorry about the makeshift conditions here, but we had to set this lab up for you in rather a hurry.
Fine. Fine.
Found out what it's made of? No. But it isn't a meteorite.
You've established that much? Meteorites are the debris from comets.
This has been manufactured.
And it comes from space?
There are some faint traces of heat fusion. That's possible.
Still skeptical? Of course.
I deal with facts, not science fiction ideas.
Miss Shaw, I'm not a fool. I don't chase shadows.
What you don't understand is that there might, there is a remote possibility that outside your cozy little world, other things could exist.
Can you to get touchy?
Well, sometimes you can be very aggravating.
Me? What about you?
You really believe in a man who's helped to save the world twice, with the power to transform his physical appearance?
I'm not sure yet. It may not be the same man.
An alien who travels through time and space in a police box?
It's all becoming difficult.
All you have to do is to continue running the factory as though nothing had changed.
That is your sole concern, Herbert.
Do you understand?
Good. Two energy units are still missing.
Do you think the stranger at the hospital has found one of them?
It's possible, but it is dangerous to go near them again.
Then what can you do?
The units may have embedded themselves from soft ground.
That would account for the fact that their signals are no longer being received.
How will you locate them then?
They will increase their pulsation signals.
You talk about these energy units as though they were living things.
All energy is a form of life.
Time you in yet?
What are you doing out there?
Why didn't you answer me?
Never heard you come in.
What are you doing with that?
I'm just going to get some air.
I'm going to get some air.
I'm going to get some air.
Why didn't you answer me?
Never heard you come in.
What are you doing with that old box?
Nothing.
Sam Seeley, you've not been thieving again, have you?
Oh, that's nice, isn't it?
Accusing your own husband.
Satisfied?
Then go and get me some grab woman.
I'm hungry.
You watch your tongue.
And don't think I'm going to have that dirty old box in my house.
I've got you staring at, woman.
Now, all you have to do is to borrow a key from the police.
I've got the key here.
Anderson found it in the doctor's hand.
Yes?
Major General Scobie to see you, sir.
Scobie?
What on earth?
All right, show him up.
He's our liaison with the regular army.
Got to keep him with him.
You don't expect me to salute him, I hope?
You could bring yourself to be a little less astringent, Miss Shaw.
I didn't ask to come here, remember?
Ah, thank you, thank you.
Ah, sorry to interrupt, sir.
You're not, sir.
It's always a pleasure to see you.
Well, this, uh, meteorite operation, uh, anything fun, huh?
Not much, I'm afraid.
We found the fragments of one, though, sir, Miss Shaw studying them.
Ah.
Oh, Miss Shaw, General Scobie.
How do you do?
Ah, how do you do?
Lucky fellow Stuart, having a pretty face, sir, round the place, huh?
She's not just a pretty face, sir.
Oh, no, no.
Newspapers seem to have gone wild over this business.
Oh, no, sir.
What are you doing in the police box?
Well, sir...
Camouflage, General.
It's not really a police box.
It's a spaceship.
Where did that old crate come from?
From some hospital Bigwig, sir, just arrived.
Made me promise to keep an eye on it.
Never mind that, Hopping, Corporal.
Hurry, men, Section 3 have turned up one of these meteorites.
What journey down to the
You know, there's no room for a decent car on the roads these days.
Where were all those toy soldiers playing at?
They found the patients shopping there.
Yes.
Yes, it was rather unfortunate.
I've left my card out at the main entrance.
They were go crashing about with guns or anything like that.
No, sir, I'm sure it'll be all right.
Don't you care to come to my office
and have a look at the patient's records before you examine him?
Good idea.
You do with a cup of tea, do.
I'll be coming in a minute.
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
Nurse, is this some sort of prank?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Well, at least he won't get very far.
You mean before your men shoot him again?
I don't find that funny.
Without this machine, the doctor's stuck.
He can't leave Earth.
You're about to open it.
Yes.
I think you should.
There might be a policeman locked inside.
That's odd.
Wrong key.
Weird looking thing.
Yes, sir.
Get him to the vehicle and back to the unit labs right away.
What's up?
What's up?
Yes?
Hibbert.
General Scopey will be here soon.
I know.
I've almost finished.
All right, all right.
I suppose you want to see my pass.
Yes, well, I haven't got one.
And I'm not going to tell you my name either.
You just tell Brigadier Leftbridge Stewart that I want to see him.
Well, don't just stand there arguing with me, man.
Get on with it.
The doctor?
Yes, sir.
He says you know him.
Show him up at once.
I'll be right back.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
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That's all right.
Move.
Move.
Move.
Take it easy.
I'm going to get my allowances.
I'm going to take care of it.
You're a mystery man with a police box.
Yes.
That's where you are, my dear, isn't it?
I expect you wondering how I found you here.
Yes.
Fortunately, I had this with me, you see.
I do, but it won't work.
Ha-ha! But it will for me.
Not so fast. I have a lot of questions to ask you.
My dear Brigadier, it's no earthly good asking me a lot of questions.
I've lost my memory, you see.
How do I know that you're not an imposter?
Ah, but you don't. You don't.
Only I know that.
What do you think of my new face, by the way?
Hmm?
Oh.
I wasn't too sure about it myself to begin with.
It sort of grows on you.
Very flexible, you know.
Could be useful on the planet Delphon,
where they communicate with their eyebrows.
Oh, that's strange. How on earth did I remember that?
All right, all right. If I accept that you are the doctor,
there are still a lot of things...
Oh, by the way, I'm at Mrs. Shaw's.
That's Delphon, but how do you do?
Delighted, Miss Shaw. Delighted.
What are you a doctor of, by the way?
Practically everything, my dear.
What are you a doctor of?
Practically everything, my dear.
From what we can gather, you arrived last night
in the middle of a shower of meteorites.
Did I really? How terribly exciting.
Well, objects from space, at any rate.
You must realise that I can't let you go
until I'm sure there's no connection between...
I have no recollection of last night. That's most unfair.
How could I have thought... What on earth are these?
Those are bits of what the Brigadier thought
might be a meteorite.
Plastic?
It's not thermoplastic, and neither is it thermosetting.
And there are no polymer chains.
I wonder what was inside.
Inside?
Well, as you can tell from the shape, this was a hollow sphere.
I think the space inside
was about 3,000 cubic centimetres,
wouldn't you?
Do I gather you're going to help us, Doctor?
If I do, will you give me the key to the TARDIS?
Possibly.
Then go away and let Miss Shaw and I get on with our work,
Missy Goodfellow. Look, I really have to call you Miss Shaw.
No, Liz, just Liz.
Liz, that's much better.
How many of these things actually came down?
About 50, as near as we can estimate.
And you found only fragments, no whole ones?
One? Yes.
But there was an accident.
It disappeared.
Then the answer to your question's obvious, isn't it?
By the time your search party arrived,
the rest of these things had been collected.
Collected and taken somewhere.
The question is...
Where?
I must explain, this is only a rough approximation, General.
Yes, it does seem to need a few finishing touches.
That is why we ask you here, General.
Our measuring techniques are very accurate,
but the equipment isn't transportable.
I see. Well, I hope it turns out all right.
It will, I assure you, General.
If you'll come this way.
Yes, General.
Yes, General.
Yes, General.