UNIT attempt to track down the Zygon ship while Broton prepares to have the Skarasen attack London.
TERROR of the ZYGONS By ROBERT BANKS-STEWART First transmitted : 20th September, 1975 5:20pm - 5:45pm [SCENE_BREAK] BRIGADIER: Mister Benton, prepare to move out. BENTON: Sir. Okay, move it! [SCENE_BREAK] BROTON: The humans will be following our course by their radar. Transmit a jamming signal. ZYGON: Immediately, Commander. DOCTOR: You've been hiding too long, Broton. It's become a habit. BROTON: What do you mean? DOCTOR: I thought the plan was to conquer the world. BROTON: The plan has not changed. DOCTOR: 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. BROTON: In a few hours there will be no further need of secrecy. Have no doubt, Doctor. [SCENE_BREAK] BRIGADIER: Greyhound Leader to Trap One. Emergency alert to all radar stations. Alien spacecraft heading south from Loch Ness. [SCENE_BREAK] BRIGADIER (OOV.): Second, alert Strike Command, but warn them there is to be no attack. I repeat, no attack until further orders. [SCENE_BREAK] BRIGADIER: Have our aircraft standing by at Inverness for immediate return to London HQ. That is all. Out. SARAH: Brigadier, before leaving, we should search that castle. BRIGADIER: Why? There's nobody there now. SARAH: No, but we might find something that'll tell us where the Zygons have gone. HARRY: Or what they're up to. BRIGADIER: Yes. Worth looking, I suppose. All right, I'll drop you two at the castle. Get in. [SCENE_BREAK] HARRY: I give up, old girl. Come on, let's get back SARAH: No, just a minute, just a minute. HARRY: I don't think you're going to find any scandals. SARAH: 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. HARRY: Sarah, we're wasting time. SARAH: Agreed. Agreed. [SCENE_BREAK] BROTON: We have a suitable landing zone. Prepare for descent. ZYGON: Reducing dynacon thrust. Dynacon thrust at phase two. BROTON: Initiate descent trajectory. ZYGON: Descending now. BROTON: Complete touchdown procedure. [SCENE_BREAK] BROTON (OOV.): Receive a message from Commander Broton. To avoid detection, all unwanted signals are forbidden. Internal communication will remain on half power. DOCTOR: Half wit. [SCENE_BREAK] BRIGADIER: Lost contact? BENTON: I'm afraid so, sir, yes. BRIGADIER: What, all of them? BENTON: Okay, thanks. (puts the phone down) 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. BRIGADIER: I see. Well, we'll just have to hope that somebody spots them. All right, carry on Mister Benton. BENTON: Right, sir. BRIGADIER: Ah, Sullivan and Miss Smith. You're only just in time. HARRY: It's a very, very long walk, sir. BRIGADIER: Yes, well, we're heading back to London. Advance party's just left. Did you find anything at the castle? SARAH: No, nothing. HARRY: Any news of the spacecraft, sir? BRIGADIER: 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. SARAH: Guess what. [SCENE_BREAK] BROTON: How far from the target is the Skarasen now? ZYGON: One hundred and fifty two Earth miles. It is approaching the mouth of the estuary. BROTON: That is close enough. Sever contact. The skeletar will bring it to the target from that range. [SCENE_BREAK] DOCTOR: Social call? BROTON: You admire our technology, human? DOCTOR: Well, I'm not human, and I've seen better. BROTON: Better than this? DOCTOR: Very good, very good. Almost impressive. But why bother? FORGILL: It is necessary to activate a body print every few hours, otherwise the original pattern dies and cannot be used again. DOCTOR: Ah. So you still have a use for the real Duke. FORGILL: One. DOCTOR: Formal occasion? FORGILL: Perhaps. DOCTOR: I gather we've landed. Where are we? FORGILL: You like asking questions. DOCTOR: Well, it's the only way to learn. When does this great operation begin, this conquest of the world? FORGILL: Phase one is already complete. DOCTOR: 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? FORGILL: Other Zygons are on their way. When our planet was destroyed in a recent catastrophe, a great refugee fleet was assembled. DOCTOR: Hmm. And they're coming here at your invitation. FORGILL: Exactly, Doctor. It will be many centuries before the fleet arrives. In that time, the whole of this Earth must be restructured. DOCTOR: I'll say one thing for you, Broton. You think big. FORGILL: 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. DOCTOR: Using forced labour. FORGILL: That is my intention. Human labour and Zygon technology. The task is challenging, but not impossible. DOCTOR: You're underestimating human beings, Broton. FORGILL: We shall see. Tomorrow I demonstrate my ultimate power. [SCENE_BREAK] SARAH: It's been hours now. Not a word from anywhere. BENTON: Oh, don't worry, Miss. Something's bound to happen. I mean, they've got to make a move soon, haven't they. SARAH: It's the Doctor I'm worried about. Could be dead for all we know. BENTON: Oh, come on. If I know the Doctor, he's most likely working out a way to escape right at this minute. SARAH: Oh yes, I know that. It's just not hearing anything. SARAH: Any news? BRIGADIER: 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. BENTON: UNIT Headquarters. Who? Oh, yes, he's here. Just a moment, please. It's for you, sir. The Prime Minister. BRIGADIER: Lethbridge Stewart speaking. Oh, absolutely understood, madam. No public announcement. Yes, madam. Discreet action. Discreet but resolute. [SCENE_BREAK] DOCTOR: Right, now for the big question. Is half power lethal? [SCENE_BREAK] FORGILL: A relay must have jammed in the dystelic circuit. ZYGON: No, Commander. The circuit panel is in order. FORGILL: Trace the source, quick. We must stop that transmission. [SCENE_BREAK] BENTON: Sir! I think this is it. [SCENE_BREAK] FORGILL: Whatever he's doing has jammed the door. It is the Doctor! [SCENE_BREAK] SARAH: It's the Doctor, I know it is. BENTON: Well, I've checked the triangulations, sir, and I make it about, about here. BRIGADIER: Just beyond Brentford. A disused quarry. We've got them, Mister Benton! BRIGADIER: Right, let's move out. [SCENE_BREAK] FORGILL: Is he dead? ZYGON: Yes, Commander. The power destroyed him. FORGILL: It is well. I underestimated his intelligence, but he underestimated the power of organic crystallography. Come, it is almost time for me to leave. DOCTOR: I'm alive! [SCENE_BREAK] FORGILL: Distance? ZYGON: The Skarasen is fifty Earth miles away, Commander. FORGILL: Excellent. It is time for me to place the activator on the target. Humanity is at our feet. [SCENE_BREAK] DUKE: Who are you? DOCTOR: His Grace the Duke of Forgill, I presume? DUKE: Yes. Where the blazes am I? DOCTOR: On a spaceship. DUKE: Spaceship? [SCENE_BREAK] FORGILL: In two minutes, close down dyastetic transmission and maintain monitor contact. ZYGON: Understood. Commander. FORGILL: Open the escape hatch. When phase two is completed, I shall broadcast my demands to the world. [SCENE_BREAK] LAMONT: What are you doing? DOCTOR: 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 DOCTOR: Quick, back into your alcoves! We'll soon see how good their fire drill is. DOCTOR: (quietly) Okay, quick, everybody out. It won't take them long to realise it's a false alarm. [SCENE_BREAK] DOCTOR: Come along, quick. Break that vacuum mechanism to jam the door.) CABER: This one? DOCTOR: Yes, that one, man. Get on with it. CABER: Is that broken enough? DOCTOR: It's more than enough. DOCTOR: Right, let's see what other damage we can do. Anybody know what this is? DUKE: I haven't the faintest idea. LAMONT: You tell us. DOCTOR: I will. It's a self-destructor, and it works like this. DOCTOR: Right, we've got about sixty seconds before the whole ship blows up. ZYGON (OOV.): Open this door! Open this door! [SCENE_BREAK] SARAH: There it is! SARAH: Doctor! DOCTOR: Everyone get down! BRIGADIER: Well. DOCTOR: Was that bang big enough for you, Brigadier? HARRY: Nicely done, Doctor. That's the end of the Zygons, eh? DOCTOR: Not entirely. Broton escaped and he still has control of the monster. He plans to attack some target in London. SARAH: Close to the Thames, huh? DOCTOR: Exactly. And this time it'll be something really spectacular. BRIGADIER: 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. DOCTOR: What's happening there? DUKE: The Fourth International Energy Conference. The place'll be full of VIPs from all over the world. It's a meeting of crucial importance. DOCTOR: Ah. That could be it, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: Yes, but he'd need a pass to get in. The security's very tight. SARAH: But he'll have a pass. The Duke, the real Duke, is President of the Scottish Energy Commission. DUKE: That's right, I am. DOCTOR: Well, come on. Let's get to London. [SCENE_BREAK] BENSON: 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. [SCENE_BREAK] BRIGADIER: Three and a half minutes, Doctor, and still no sign of Broton in the conference hall. DOCTOR: Well, he was checked into the building. What's behind the conference hall? BRIGADIER: Catering section and river terrace. DOCTOR: You search there. Sarah and I will take the cellar. [SCENE_BREAK] DOCTOR: Not much light. SARAH: Maybe somebody should tell the Energy Congress. DOCTOR: Stay there. BROTON (OOV.): I thought you were dead. DOCTOR: Loose thinking, Broton. BROTON (OOV.): This time, I shall make certain. DOCTOR: (to Sarah, sotto) Get the Brigadier. (loud) Broton, your spaceship's been destroyed. This building is surrounded by soldiers. BROTON: I control the Skarasen! I can destroy this planet or become its master. That is the choice I offer your world. [SCENE_BREAK] SARAH: Brigadier! Brigadier! [SCENE_BREAK] BRIGADIER: Morton, through the other door! Right, come with me. BROTON: The Skarasen will destroy you all. SARAH: Doctor! 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. BRIGADIER: Right. Ferguson, with me. DOCTOR: Quiet, both of you. Listen. I can almost feel it. DOCTOR: The monster must be allowed to destroy it. HARRY: There's nothing I can do for him. SARAH: And as for this one. HARRY: Sarah, I think we've been left behind. SARAH: Harry, you're right. [SCENE_BREAK] DOCTOR: Here, boy. Fetch it. Fetch it. [SCENE_BREAK] HARRY: He must have gone this way. SARAH: Well, let's hope so. [SCENE_BREAK] SARAH: It's huge! Where's the signal device? DOCTOR: He's chewing it. SARAH: It's going back under the surface. DOCTOR: He'll go home now he's eaten the device. HARRY: Home? DOCTOR: Loch Ness, Harry. The only home he knows. [SCENE_BREAK] DUKE: Tell me, I imagine the whole business caused quite a stir. BRIGADIER: No, the Cabinet's accepted my report and the whole affair's now completely closed. DUKE: You mean it never happened. BRIGADIER: 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. DUKE: 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. SARAH: But you're not sure. DUKE: The sun was in my eyes. Now, where is this contraption of yours? DOCTOR: My contraption, your Grace, is this way. I think. Follow me. Come on. DUKE: That's the TARDIS? DOCTOR: Yes, that's the TARDIS. And I'm going to pilot it all the way to London. I can be there five minutes ago. SARAH: Just a minute, Doctor. I thought you couldn't do that. DOCTOR: Of course I can. Coming? BRIGADIER: No, thank you. HARRY: I think I'll stick to InterCity this time, Doctor. DOCTOR: Sarah? SARAH: Er. DOCTOR: No? SARAH: All right. Providing we do go straight back to London. DOCTOR: Oh yes, we will. I promise. DUKE: Well, I'll be. Do they have return tickets? BRIGADIER: Yes, I imagine so. DUKE: You should have taken them and got your refund, man. I thought you were a Scotsman.
Terror of the Zygons - part 4