Doctor Who (1963) s08e13 Episode Script

Doctor Who Season 8 The claws of Axos 3 of 4 Yes.
Yes, of course.
Axons.
That ship, Axonite, it's all the same thing.
Don't you see we're dealing with one single living creature.
Axonite was just the dormant state until I activated it.
- Can't you stop it? - No, it's too late.
Don't you see, Filer? This stuff could endanger the entire world.
Doctor, look out.
De-energise them.
Re-personalise.
Re-personalisation completed.
Take them to Axos.
What are you talking about, man? I repeat, I want an urgent cable to Geneva HQ.
Now, message reads: ''Chinn making illegal unilateral deal.
Request confirmation What do you mean a similar message has already been sent? It can't have been.
Well, there must have been a security leak.
Look, just tell me exactly what happened.
Just a moment.
You can put that away, Captain.
I don't think you'll be needing it - Sir, you're still under arrest.
- I doubt it.
I think you'd better contact your HQ.
What's happened? Where's Winser? - Your scientist has been killed.
- Killed? How? His body was destroyed by a blast of radiation.
- Radiation? - What happened? Our instruments showed attempts were being made to interfere with the structure of Axonite.
We came to help, but we were too late.
We? My crew have removed the unstable material.
- And the radiation? - Has already been neutralised.
Did you authorise these experiments? Sir George? No, I did not.
Winser went his own way, poor devil.
- Did you mean to tell me? - The blame is for you to decide.
This kind of thing must never happen again.
Never.
Otherwise, we shall cancel the agreement.
Doctor.
I can't move.
Jo, lie still.
There's nothing we can do.
- Where are we? - We're back inside Axos and these claws or whatever you call them are a living part of Axos.
- Well, why did they bring us here? - I wish I knew.
Excuse me, sir.
I've been talking to my HQ about Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart.
The Brigadier is under arrest.
Any sign of Miss Grant or the Doctor? No, sir.
Excuse me, sir, the message from HQ.
Not now.
When you arrived here, were there any signs When we arrived there was no one here, except this man.
- Filer.
- He is in a coma.
Since my help is no longer needed, I shall return to my ship.
Here, give us a hand.
He's terribly ill.
You've got a medical wing, haven't you? Well take him there get on with it.
All right, sir.
Come on here.
All things must die, Doctor, mankind, this planet.
Axos merely hastens the process.
Oh? How? Axonite is simply, bait for human greed.
Because of this greed, Axonite will soon spread across the entire planet, and then the nutrition cycle will begin.
Indeed? And what then? Slowly, we will consume every particle of energy, every last cell of living matter.
Earth will be sucked dry.
On the contrary, Mr.
Chinn, the position has changed.
Changed? How? Captain? I'm afraid so, sir.
I did try to tell you.
I've had orders direct from the ministry.
I'm to hand over command to the Brigadier.
Ministry? But I haven't heard anything about this.
- Well, you have now.
- Now, look here Captain, anything on the Doctor and Miss Grant? No, sir.
Right release my men.
They'll help you search.
We've got to find them.
Well obviously, your plan entails some sort of time limit.
Axonite must be activated within 72 hours of our landing.
You know, Jo, I think our friend, Chinn, has done the right thing for once.
- For the wrong reasons, of course.
- What do you mean? Well, fortunately, he intends to confine the entire supply of Axonite to Britain.
- Chinn? - Sir? Perhaps you can tell me why the sole result of the special powers I granted you, has been this catastrophic security leak? Catastrophic security leak? Which catastrophic security leak, sir? The United Nations are demanding the immediate free worldwide distribution of Axonite.
The whole thing has blown up in our faces, Chinn.
Yes, sir, in our faces, sir.
Distribution is to take place immediately.
Yes, sir.
As soon as I can Yes sir, not as soon as, immediately.
- Arrange air transport.
- You can depend upon me, sir.
What? Yes, well, just in case we can't Your resignation, Chinn.
All ready for signature.
Goodbye, Chinn.
Hello? Get me air transport liaison.
Hello, Chinn here.
I want you to arrange for worldwide distribution of Axonite immediately.
Axonite.
Axonite.
Dangerous if be kept here Must not distribute.
Must not distribute.
- Will there be anything else, sir? - Thank you, sergeant.
That will be all.
I ought to let the Brigadier know you here You will do no such thing and that's an order, sergeant.
- Sir, he would like to know - This is a surprise inspection.
I'll make meself known to the Brigadier in me own time.
- Very good, sir.
- Thank you.
No, we must find him.
Helping them.
Gotta find him.
Must find the Master.
Oh, no.
But what does he think he's doing? What a botch-up.
Lies are useless, Time Lord.
Look, for the thousandth time, I tell you I am not a Time Lor We have explored the blocks the Time Lords have imposed upon your memory and can free them.
We must have the secret of time travel.
Must you? Why? Soon it will be necessary to expand our feeding range to increase the energy sources available to us.
Space-time travel will give us this power.
Oh, well, I suppose it, could be made to work, just possibly.
Right, Doctor.
Don't keep me waiting, will you? I refuse to align myself to your cosmic bacteria of you We shall see.
You have seen how Axonite can absorb the life force from a human body.
Now we have arranged for your companion to age to death before your eyes.
Jo? No.
No.
No.
Stop.
Stop.
- You will cooperate? - You cannot defy the laws of time.
Give me a chance and I'll prove it to you.
Very well.
Release her.
All right, Doctor.
Begin.
The whole question of Axonite's distribution must be shelved, until we've found the Doctor and got his report on it.
Doctor? I spotted him for a charlatan the moment I saw him.
If you ask me, Brigadier, you're not going to see much of that gentleman again.
Large quantities of Axonite are available for immediate distribution.
Perhaps you could show me the extent of the operation.
Concentrate, Doctor.
You have only to think the equation.
The mind of Axos will do the rest.
Very well.
Good.
Now the power requirements.
What is this? - Remember what will happen if you lie.
- Pure mathematics cannot lie.
You'll need an immense amount of power to create a time field, for anything as large as Axos.
There you are.
There are your final power requirements.
All data confirmed.
You see? Just as I told you.
Far in excess of your total power capacity.
Add the full power output of the Nuton complex to your figures, Doctor.
All right, but I fail to see what good it will do.
Data confirms space-time travel possible using additional power from complex.
You see, Doctor, we can call upon the additional power of the complex whenever we need it.
But how? You can't just walk in there and take it.
On the contrary, Doctor.
We can.
Cape Kennedy, ten units of Axonite in transit.
Washington Pentagon, five units due for take-off 11:00 hours GMT.
Ottawa, one unit, Axonite in transit.
Baikonur, ten units, ETA 12.
30 GMT.
Lop Nor Lop Nor, five units.
Yes, well, there we are.
Axonite consignments on their way to every major capitol and scientific establishment in the world.
- Excellent.
- Thank you.
De-personalise.
Locate and enter main reactor.
Establish link to transmit power.
Yes, well, that just about wraps it up.
Aren't you going to wait for confirmation of arrivals? I must leave now.
Is something wrong? You all right? You're sure of all this? Look, I may have been sick, Brigadier, but I am not crazy.
Now, the Axonite killed Winser, then the Axons turn up, clobbered me and took Jo and the Doc off.
And the Doctor said that Axonite could become a danger to the whole world? Sure, something about "draining all energy".
Right, I'm going to have a word with Chinn, not to mention our Axon friends.
- Hey, wait for me.
- Lay there and rest.
Yeah.
Sure.
Will one of you Florence Nightingales get my clothes? Hey! You there.
Stop.
- Right, Benton, get your skates on.
- Right, sir.
Where's Hardiman? - He's up in the control box, sir.
- Right, come on.
Sir George.
May I ask why your men have brought an obsolete police box into my research laboratory? I've no idea.
- That's the Doctor's equipment.
- Is it? Well Sir George, I must ask you to check the main reactor.
I'm sorry, this is really rather urgent.
Very well.
Yes, the readings are slightly up.
What is all this? Our Axon friend has just walked straight into the furnace of the main reactor.
What? Hopeless.
Overweight, underpowered old museum piece.
No proper stabiliser.
Let's try again.
You may as well try to fly a second-hand gas stove.
Yes.
If I use that trigger mechanism, it might Worth a try.
If the Axon walked into the reactor, he's simply committed suicide.
- Yes.
- Sir, look.
The Tardis door.
The Master.
Right, not a sound.
Benton, get some more men.
Yates, with me.
Sir George, you stay here.
- Who is? - Please.
Stay right where you are.
Brigadier, a massive power surge on the main reactor.
Stop.
Touch that thing just once and we'll blast you into pieces.
Benton.
What are you doing here? What are you after? That police box.
You wanted to steal the Tardis? Why? Well, my own Tardis is held by Axos and I need a space vehicle to get away from this planet before it's too late.
Why bring it here? Well, I knew the Doctor would soon return to his TARDIS and I very much wanted to meet him just once more.
Where is he, by the way? The Doctor and Miss Grant have disappeared.
Brigadier, the power build-up has spread to the whole complex.
The reactors could go critical at any moment the whole place could go up.
I'm afraid that your reactors have been taken over by the Axons.
You know these creatures, is there anything we can do? Anything at all.
Nothing, but there may be something that I can do.
What? If, and only if, you guarantee my freedom, Brigadier.
- Out of the question.
- Well, in that case Brigadier, if this place goes up, thousands of lives go with it.
It only wants a chain reaction for the whole place to become a gigantic nuclear bomb.
Yes, there is that possibility.
Brigadier, for heaven's sake.
Very well.
My absolute and unconditional freedom? - Yes.
Now, get moving.
- Thank you.
If you please, Sergeant.
Hurry, Benton.
What can we do? I'd like you to give me a link from the TARDIS to the accelerator so that I can get straight through to the main reactor.
Now what I propose to do is this stack up as much power as the TARDIS will take, then channel it back through the accelerator and boost it, so that instead of the gradual power build-up that Axos expects, it'll get the whole lot in one devastating surge.
- What else can we do? - Nothing very much.
I suppose you can take the normal precautions against nuclear blast, like sticky tape on the windows and that sort of thing.
- Now, hold it.
Right there.
- Filer, no.
He's helping us, we need him.
Are you crazy, Brigadier? Probably, but we've got no choice.
- Yeah, but - Filer.
- Thank you.
- Where are you going? - Back into this contraption.
- Why? Well, theoretically it should be able to store all the power generated around it, like it solar cell battery.
Are you trying to tell me you can absorb the total output of this complex in a police box? Yes.
Prepare to enter time field.
Repeat, prepare to enter time field.
Emergency.
Emergency.
- They're not getting the power through.
- Locate power failure source.
Investigate possible cell damage.
Evaluate, trace and restore all absorption channels.
Emergency, emergency.
Attention, attention, Time Lord escaping.
Seal off control centre and adjacent areas.
Close all exit tracts.
Surround, neutralise and retrieve when emergency is over.
Surely it can't take any more.
I don't want to risk the cables.
Risk the cables, man.
Risk everything, you've got to.
- Jo.
- Doctor.
Let's get out of here while the creatures are disorientated.
- Come on.
That's it, come on.
- What's happening? Hang on to me.
Come on.
Now, when I pull this handle, the enormous amount of power stored in the Tardis will be channelled straight into Axos.
- What about Jo and the Doc? - They won't stand a chance.
They will die with Axos.
No.
Either we destroy Axos or Axos destroys the world.
Which is it to be, Brigadier?