FROM A STORY BY
first broadcast - 9th November 1968
running time - 24 minutes 26 seconds
(VAUGHN presses a large control on the wall of his office, which activates a sliding panel. The wall pivots with a loud whine on it lower right corner to reveal a dark alcove. Inside stands an odd tangle of metal wires and tubes, spinning around a glowing sphere. The device hums electronically at VAUGHN.)
(JAMIE and the DOCTOR continue walking through an alley near the IE building. They look behind themselves and see a large black car following them slowly down the alley. They back away. Inside the car, the fair-haired man points his finger at the DOCTOR and JAMIE and his dark-haired colleague eases the car forward.)
(ZOE is frozen while ISOBEL takes her picture.)
ISOBEL: (on the floor) Hold it now, last one.
(She snaps her camera.)
Okay, you can relax.
ZOE: (relaxing) Oh good! I never knew that standing still could be so exhausting.
ISOBEL: (standing up) Would you like some coffee?
ZOE: Hm, please.
(While ISOBEL readies the coffee pot.)
How long have they been gone?
ISOBEL: Oh, I don't know. A couple of hours I suppose.
ZOE: I hope they're all right.
ISOBEL: Oh, of course they are. Probably just got lost or something. What's so important about these, ah, circuit things you were telling me about anyway?
ZOE: Well, they were part of a... well, it was a sort of machine that we travel in.
ISOBEL: Oh you mean... you mean a sort of electric car?
ZOE: Well, it's a bit more sophisticated than that.
ISOBEL: Oh well anyway, I'm hope that you're going to stick around for a bit. I get sick of photographing myself.
ZOE: Oh, why don't you always use a model?
ISOBEL: Can't afford it. I only just got enough cash to buy all the junk I need for the camera. It's an expense business and well, I'm not good enough to be a professional yet.
ZOE: Well, I think you're very good...
(Looking at all the pictures of ISOBEL in the room.)
These photographs of you are splendid.
ISOBEL: Oh yeah, they're great but I didn't take them. I was just the model. That's how I earned the loot to pay for all this.
ZOE: Oh I see.
(ISOBEL notices that ZOE is still worried about the DOCTOR and JAMIE.)
ISOBEL: You're still worried about your two friends, aren't you?
ZOE: Yes, a bit.
ISOBEL: They can't have got themselves into any sort of trouble, can they?
ZOE: Oh, you wouldn't say that if you knew them. If there's trouble to be found, the Doctor and Jamie can't miss it.
(The DOCTOR and JAMIE are now running down the alley as the car still pursues them and then suddenly stop as another car blocks off the other end. Both cars stop and a pair of occupants emerge from each vehicle.)
JAMIE: Well, what do we do now, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Accept the situation, Jamie. There's nothing else we can do.
(He suddenly sits on the curb-side and starts an impromptu game of solitaire. The four men surround them and the DOCTOR offers the cards to them as if to say, "Join in!")
(A worried-looking moustached fellow in a white lab coat and dark-rimmed glasses stands in Mr VAUGHN's office looking over the TARDIS circuits the DOCTOR left behind. VAUGHN is sitting behind his desk.)
(The man (GREGORY) simply nods, worriedly.)
From a Head Research Assistant, Gregory, I expect a little more coherent a reply than an enigmatic shake of the head.
GREGORY: I'm sorry, Mr Vaughn, I've never seen anything like these circuits before. Given time I'll...
VAUGHN: (interrupting) Then take time, my dear fellow.
GREGORY: (turning to leave) Right, Mister Vaughn.
VAUGHN: Take one hour.
(GREGORY, now very worried, leaves with the circuits in hand. VAUGHN touches the intercom button on his desk.)
(PACKER's face appears as an enlarged close-up on VAUGHN's monitors.)
PACKER: (oov) Yes, Mister Vaughn?
VAUGHN: Packer, those two uninvited guests we had this morning. I assume they were photographed?
PACKER: (oov) Yes sir, security cameras would have taken visual recordings, sir.
VAUGHN: Have some prints taken and sent up to me.
(ISOBEL is showing off an old-fashioned gramophone and record of "The Teddy Bear's Picnic" which she got at a good price.)
ISOBEL: Great, isn't it. I got it off a barrow in the Portobello Road.
ZOE: (preoccupied) Oh, yes.
ISOBEL: What's the matter? Don't... don't you like it?
ZOE: Oh yes, it's fine.
ISOBEL: You're still worried about your two friends aren't you? Why?
ZOE: Oh I don't know. I've just got this feeling that something happened to them.
ISOBEL: Why on earth should it have done?
ZOE: No reason at all really. It's not a logical conclusion, just intuition.
ISOBEL: Well, I tell you what we do then - we go right on after them, okay?
ZOE: Oh yes, please.
ISOBEL: (stopping the record) We better leave a note for them just in case they come back when we're not here.
(They both open the door.)
ISOBEL: I'd better get my coat first.
(They leave the room.)
(The car carrying the DOCTOR and JAMIE rolls into an airfield and approaches a large cargo plane. The plane lowers its cargo ramp and four men rush out to complete the ramp for the car to drive onto and into the plane, which it then does.)
(Grey-suited yet obviously military personnel populate the interior of the air-plane in a chamber that appears to be some sort of information centre, with maps and telephones and radios dotted about the sides and a master map in the centre on a table. The DOCTOR and JAMIE are escorted by the fair-haired man (BENTON) and the dark-haired man (TRACY) inside.)
JAMIE: Would you mind telling us what all this is about?
BENTON: You'll find out sir.
(On the opposite side of the room, a tall dark-haired slim man climbs down a short ladder and approaches the DOCTOR and JAMIE. As he nears, we see familiar features, a new feature in the form of a dark moustache, and rank insignia on the shoulders befitting a Brigadier.)
BRIGADIER: All right, Benton, thank you.
TRACY: NAAFI break, sir?
BRIGADIER: Very well.
(Both BENTON and TRACY stamp their feet together, turn, and leave the room.)
BRIGADIER: How nice to see you again, Doctor.
DOCTOR: (breaking into a broad smile) It's Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart!
BRIGADIER: Ah, Brigadier now, I've gone on up in the world.
JAMIE: Oh course, the Yetis, we met you in the ...
BRIGADIER: That's right, McCrimmon, in the underground. Must be... four years ago now.
JAMIE: That long. It only seems about a couple of weeks ago, doesn't it.
DOCTOR: I've told you over and over again Jamie. Time is relative.
BRIGADIER: [Are] you still making a nonsense of it Doctor, in your, what was it called? TARDIS?
DOCTOR: Yes, we're still travelling. Yes.
BRIGADIER: Travers told me all about it, it's umm, well it's, to say the least, an unbelievable machine.
DOCTOR: Any more unbelievable than the Yetis, hm?
BRIGADIER: No, true. I'm not quite so much of a sceptic as I was since that little escapade.
DOCTOR: But what's all this, and why all the cloak and dagger stuff to bring us here.
BRIGADIER: Yes, I'm sorry about that but my chaps have to be a little melodramatic in their methods, but I'll explain, oh do sit down.
(Both JAMIE and the DOCTOR move to the centre table.)
JAMIE: Thank you.
DOCTOR: How nice.
BRIGADIER: (to one of the soldiers) Oh, Sergeant Walters!
WALTERS: (coming across to the BRIGADIER) Yes sir?
BRIGADIER: Lay on some tea, will you?
(He crosses to the table where the DOCTOR and JAMIE are now sitting.)
You'd like some tea, would you Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh thankyou and a packet of biscuits too.
(The BRIGADIER sits down.)
BRIGADIER: Yes, since the Yeti do I've been in charge of an independent intelligence group that we call UNIT: that's United Nations Intelligence Taskforce.
JAMIE: You mean you're like a, ... a world secret police.
BRIGADIER: Not quite. We don't actually arrest people: just investigate them.
JAMIE: But what about us? You arrested us.
BRIGADIER: Not really. You see, my men were keeping a watch on the International Electromatic Headquarters when you two showed up. I've been keeping a check on everyone going in that building. When your pictures were transmitted to this Head Quarters and I recognised you.
DOCTOR: But what's so odd about people going into the building.
BRIGADIER: Oh, nothing odd about them going in. The problem is some of them haven't come out.
(ZOE and ISOBEL walk up to the tall skyscraper of the IE building, look up at it for a second, swallow their intimidation and press on in the main door.)
(Inside the lobby the women meet the robot receptionist that also takes the phone calls.)
ZOE: Looks like a robot reception.
(She spots the robot.)
Yes, This probably the same idiot machine that answers the telephone when you ring up.
(ZOE presses a switch on its surface and starts it going.)
MACHINE: International Electromatic Company. State your business.
ZOE: Enquiry: Reference two persons seeking information concerning the whereabouts of Professor Watkins.
(The Machine whirls to itself.)
MACHINE: Wait please.
(VAUGHN looks over a photograph of the DOCTOR & JAMIE taken while they were outside the IE building and considers it. He then stands and presses the wall-switch to reveal the alcove and the standing apparatus.)
VAUGHN: Has the information been considered?
(A thickly synthesised voice replies from the apparatus.)
APPARATUS: The images of the two humans have been analysed and registered. They are known and are hostile.
VAUGHN: Hostile!? How can that be? Have you been on Earth before?
APPARATUS: No, they have been recognised on Planet Fourteen. They are dangerous and must be destroyed.
VAUGHN: (surprised) Planet Fourteen?! But how?
APPARATUS: They must be destroyed!
VAUGHN: Yes, I'll deal with them.
APPARATUS: Plans for invasion are nearing completion. Nothing must be allowed to interrupt them.
VAUGHN: Don't worry. Nothing will.
(The machine repeats its last sentence as VAUGHN closes the alcove door. A high-pitched oscillating alarm tone sounds from his desk and VAUGHN crosses to it and presses a switch. The monitor screens light up to show ZOE and ISOBEL confronting the automatic receptionist in the lobby.)
(Things are not going well and ZOE is losing patience.)
ZOE: Now listen to me, you stupid, primitive machine, I asked a perfectly simple question, and I expect an answer!
(The machine whirls to itself for a moment.)
MACHINE: No information available.
ISOBEL: It's no good Zoe.
ZOE: (pulling ISOBEL to one side) I will not be beaten by this brainless tin box!
ISOBEL: But we can't do anything about it.
ZOE: Can't I? A little problem in ALGOL, I think.
ISOBEL: In what?
ZOE: ALGOL. It's a sort of language you talk to computers in. Now watch!
(She turns to the receptionist and presses its switch again.)
MACHINE: International Electromatic Company. State your business.
ZOE: (to the Machine) BEGIN REAL X SUM POSITIVE DELETE SQUARE BEGIN SUM 2 SUBSCRIPT J
(The Machine begins to whirr.)
ISOBEL: That's ALGOL?
(ZOE nods and carries on.)
ZOE: INTEGER COMPUTE PRINTOUT Y TO THE MINUS X VARIABLE 1
(The Machine begins to whirr more furiously and starts to greet them again.)
I'm enjoying this.
(She completes her program.)
GOTO FINISH CONTINUE INTEGRATE ON INVERSINE
(ISOBEL notices the machine is now beginning to spew smoke.)
ISOBEL: You better stand back. It's getting a little heated.
ZOE: (very happy) You bet. This equation is insoluble.
ISOBEL: Zoe, I think you ought to stand back.
(ZOE stands back with ISOBEL and tells the computer.)
ZOE: Now, CONTINUE PRINTOUT CONTINUOUS INTEGRATION
(The machine printouts a bang and a flash, and continually integrates the curves between billows of smoke issuing from its inert innards. The two girls laugh at this.)
(VAUGHN smiles at the screen.)
VAUGHN: (into Communicator) Packer!
(PACKER appears on the intercom.)
PACKER: (oov) Yes, sir?
VAUGHN: Reception. Two young girls. Bring them to me.
PACKER: (oov) Right, Mister Vaughn.
(PACKER leaves to get on with this and VAUGHN starts to laugh out loud in amusement.)
(ZOE and ISOBEL recline in chairs and admire ZOE's handiwork.)
ZOE: It'll take more than a soldering iron to put that right.
ISOBEL: Yeah, don't you think we better get out of here before somebody gets annoyed.
ZOE: Oh yes. I think perhaps you're right.
(They make for the door, where they are ambushed and grabbed by PACKER and his security men.)
(The BRIGADIER shows the DOCTOR and JAMIE a picture of a dark-haired man.)
BRIGADIER: This is Gordon Jones, lecturer in physics, Churchill College, Cambridge.
(He next points out a man in another picture.)
Next one's a chap I knew at Sandhurst, old Billy Rutlidge. He's got himself a nice cushy number at the Ministry of Defence.
DOCTOR: And all these people went into the building, the IE building and didn't come out.
BRIGADIER: No, most of them came out again, but there was something definitely odd about them when they did.
BRIGADIER: Yes, old Billy Rutlidge, for instance. He was quite co-operative about my investigation into Vaughn initially but after he been to the IE Building he started getting a bit sticky about it.
JAMIE: (looking through the pictures) Doctor, would you look at that one!
BRIGADIER: Do you know this man?
(All three looks at the picture - it's the man that saved the TARDIS team and gave them a lift in the lorry.)
JAMIE: Aye, he gave us a lift in his lorry.
BRIGADIER: When did you last see him?
JAMIE: This morning.
BRIGADIER: This man's an agent of ours. His report is almost twelve hours overdue.
JAMIE: Ah, well he did say something about some security guards on his tail.
DOCTOR: I expect that he is all right. He was alright this morning when we left him. Brigadier, tell me more about this International Electromatics set-up.
BRIGADIER: Oh, there isn't much to tell. The head of the group is a man named Tobias Vaughn.
JAMIE: Oh yes, we've met him. A nice man. He gave me this.
(He shows off the transistor radio VAUGHN gave him earlier.)
BRIGADIER: Oh yes, that is just the small stuff.
DOCTOR: Put it away.
(JAMIE does so.)
BRIGADIER: They control practically all of the major computer lines. They made their real breakthrough in micro-monolithic circuit designs undercutting practically everyone else in the market.
DOCTOR: But what your interest in this?
BRIGADIER: Well, I knew a little about Vaughn before his sudden success. I put out a routine check on him and we came up with one or two things of interest.
DOCTOR: Like the disappearance of Professor Watkins.
(The BRIGADIER nods. JAMIE "ahhs" and pushes the Doctor slightly to make his point.)
(Stands up, thinking.)
I, um... I don't suppose you have any authority to search the building have you?
BRIGADIER: No. Vaughn's too powerful, he's got too many top people on his side. You see, Doctor, I daren't make a move against him unless I've got good reason to do so.
DOCTOR: Well, it looks to me that if Jamie and I want to find the Professor we'll have to find him in our own way.
BRIGADIER: (standing up) That's about the sum of it. However, should you find yourself in any difficulty... Sergeant Walters!
(WALTERS comes across.)
WALTERS: Yes, sir?
BRIGADIER: Got a TM45 handy?
WALTERS: Yes, sir. Right here.
(He disappears off to get it.)
DOCTOR: Is that a tank?
BRIGADIER: Oh, no no. My units are on constant alert so if you should find yourself in any real trouble you can just give us a call.
DOCTOR: Jolly good!
(WALTERS returns with a small walkie talkie radio.)
WALTERS: Here you are, sir.
BRIGADIER: Thank you, Sergeant.
(The Sergeant goes back to work. The BRIGADIER holds up the TM45 and JAMIE comes over to join the group.)
Now, this is a small transceiver, range of about fifty miles on a set frequency. Just press the button and ask for me.
DOCTOR: Oh that's splendid! This is going to be very handy.
BRIGADIER: Call me any time, I'm usually available. Now I better lay out transport to get you two back to London.
(Back in London, JAMIE rings the doorbell to the house and gets no answer.)
JAMIE: Nope. They must have gone out.
(He pushes the door which opens... Both men enter the house.)
DOCTOR: Zoe? Isobel?
(They enter the photograph room and the DOCTOR spots the sandwiches left by the girls.)
JAMIE: Probably gone for a walk.
DOCTOR: Look Jamie, sandwiches! I'm hungry! Want one?
(And he takes one.)
You know, Doctor. That chap, Mister Vaughn doesn't seem to be a bad man.
(He takes out his little radio and starts blaring some rock music again.)
DOCTOR: Oh Jamie!
(He grabs it and turns it off.)
How can I think when you've got that thing on?
(The DOCTOR starts to prize the radio open to get a look inside it.)
DOCTOR: All right! All right!
JAMIE: Don't break it.
DOCTOR: All right! I just want to take a look at it that's all.
(The DOCTOR first looks over the radio's circuitry with mild interest.)
Oh, yes. It's a interesting little piece of...
(And then his face changes to one of amazement.)
DOCTOR: Well, well, well. What have we here?
JAMIE: What do you mean, "what have we here?"
DOCTOR: There's a... a micro-monolithic circuit in the back plane of this radio.
JAMIE: What's that?
DOCTOR: It's a very complex piece circuit in miniature.
JAMIE: What's so odd about that?
DOCTOR: It has nothing to do with the radio as far as I can see.
JAMIE: Oh Doctor, just put it back together again!
DOCTOR: All right!
(JAMIE starts to look around.)
JAMIE: I don't suppose Zoe would have left a note, do you?
(He looks at all the shelves.)
Nope. Can't see anything...
(He turns to see the DOCTOR still mucking about with the radio.)
You might at least help me look for it.
(He takes the radio (now back together) off the DOCTOR.)
DOCTOR: I suggest that we try the wall.
DOCTOR: Isobel never writes anything on paper. You can't lose a wall, remember.
(The two arrive at the wall and find the message.)
(reading) Ah! "Tired of waiting. Gone to IE offices to look for you. - Zoe and Isobel."
DOCTOR: (looking worried) Jamie! We better go after them.
(VAUGHN is lecturing at ZOE and ISOBEL who are being guarded by PACKER.)
VAUGHN: You and your friend, the Doctor, have caused some considerable trouble today. First he breaks into this building and then you ruin a very expensive device.
ISOBEL: Only because the stupid thing wouldn't tell us what we wanted to know.
VAUGHN: Ahh, yes Miss Watkins. You're concerned about your uncle, aren't you?
ISOBEL: I like to know where he is, yes.
VAUGHN: He's perfectly well, I assure you, although a little, ah ... uncooperative at the moment. Your visit here is most opportune. I think that you can be very useful to me.
ISOBEL: (puzzled) Me? But how?
VAUGHN: Your uncle needs to be "persuaded" to continue his work for me.
ISOBEL: But I can't do anything about that.
VAUGHN: No... But I can, now!
(looking up at PACKER) Packer, I'd like you to take care of these two young ladies please.
PACKER: (to the guards) Take them!
(ISOBEL and ZOE are forced out of the room.)
(The DOCTOR and JAMIE stop outside the lobby of the IE building.)
JAMIE: Thought that we were going in there to look for Zoe and Isobel.
DOCTOR: The only one in there is that stupid computer and that's not much help to us.
JAMIE: But how are we going to find out that they are in there?
DOCTOR: Well, if the Brigadier's men are still around they would have seen them go in.
(He turns on the little radio the BRIGADIER gave him.)
VOICE: (oov) UNIT operations, over.
DOCTOR: Hello, can I speak to the Brigadier?
VOICE: (oov) Stand by, out.
(While they wait for the BRIGADIER to be put through.)
DOCTOR: This is an interesting little gadget, Jamie.
JAMIE: Aye, but doesn't play tunes like mine.
(The BRIGADIER takes a microphone.)
BRIGADIER: Yes, Doctor. I've got a report on two girls. About nineteen or so. One of them dark, one of them fair. One of them was wearing some very distinct clothes.
JAMIE: (oov) Zoe. Doctor they got Zoe...
DOCTOR: (oov) Jamie, just a minute please. Brigadier...
DOCTOR: (oov) These clothes. Did they include... a rather brightly-coloured feather boa?
(The BRIGADIER checks the photographs.)
BRIGADIER: Yes, the little dark one was wearing that. They friends of yours?
DOCTOR: (oov) Yes, I'm afraid they are.
JAMIE: (oov) Doctor, come on, let's get after them...
DOCTOR: (oov) All right, all right, Jamie. Brigadier, ah, we are going to try to get into the building and try to find them.
BRIGADIER: Yes, well be careful. You may not be so lucky this time. Call me if you get into trouble.
DOCTOR: (oov) Thanks.
BRIGADIER: Right, over and out.
(The BRIGADIER's men look around in bemusement at the odd way the DOCTOR and JAMIE spoke on the radio. A young man in a Captain's uniform approaches - TURNER, whom the BRIGADIER calls Jimmy.)
TURNER: Is it wise to let them go in alone, sir? I mean, they don't exactly sound like professional to me.
BRIGADIER: Don't underestimate them, Jimmy. They may look like amateurs but that man has an incredible knack of being one jump ahead of everyone. If there is a safe way into that place, he'll be the one to find it.
(The DOCTOR and JAMIE come to the end of a set of railroad tracks which leads to an unlocked fence gate which they use to get into the back of the IE compound.)
JAMIE: You're right, you know. It does lead to the back of the place.
DOCTOR: Yes, of course, Jamie. Come on.
(GREGORY looks worried again at Mister VAUGHN as he stares at the DOCTOR's circuits.)
GREGORY: I'm sorry, sir, but these circuits don't make sense. The material isn't any known metal alloy, in fact the structure's more like that of a plastic. What's more the connections seems to be to be completely illogical.
(VAUGHN turns from his office window.)
VAUGHN: Hmm. How very interesting. This strange Doctor intrigues me more and more.
GREGORY: I can do some more tests on the circuits if you like, sir, but...
VAUGHN: No, I think I know the answer, Gregory. You can go.
GREGORY: Yes, sir.
(GREGORY goes, worriedly. VAUGHN again touches the wall panel.)
VAUGHN: I need more data about this man that you say you recognise. This Doctor?
APPARATUS: It is enough that you know he is hostile. He must be destroyed.
VAUGHN: You said you recognised him on Planet Fourteen. How is this possible?
APPARATUS: These questions are unnecessary. He must be destroyed.
VAUGHN: That is for me to decide.
APPARATUS: You will obey.
VAUGHN: (suddenly shouts at the machine) YOU FORGET I CONTROL THE OPERATION FROM EARTH! UNLESS THAT IS CLEARLY UNDERSTOOD, OUR PARTNERSHIP WILL CEASE. Tell that to your leader.
(The machine's whirr's change pitch and it rotates more rapidly as it appears to transmit and receive data.)
APPARATUS: It has been agreed.
VAUGHN: (back in his usual calm voice) I felt sure you would be reasonable. Now, you say you recognise this Doctor on Planet Fourteen. How did he get there?
APPARATUS: He has a machine.
VAUGHN: What sort of machine?
APPARATUS: We have no more information. But he must be destroyed. The invasion must succeed.
VAUGHN: It will. The Doctor will be taken care of. I shall see to that personally.
(The DOCTOR and JAMIE duck behind a corner inside a large warehouse in the IE compound. They watch as a workman carries in a very large crate with one arm. They both speak to each other in whispers.)
DOCTOR: That's incredible!
DOCTOR: The ease with which that man carried that crate.
JAMIE: It could be empty.
DOCTOR: Is it?
(After they check that the man has gone, they creep up to the crate and attempt to open it, and then to try and shift it, succeeding in neither effort.)
JAMIE: He must have been a superman.
DOCTOR: Odd, Jamie, it's distinctly odd.
(Footsteps can again be heard.)
JAMIE: Someone coming!
(They run and hide and the superman appears again. He is again carrying a giant crate, which he again places on the floor, next to the last one.)
JAMIE: Yes... Come on let's find Zoe and Isobel and get out of here. These fellers are giving me the creeps.
(They walk on - trying to keep out of everybody's way.)
(The alarm bell rings on VAUGHN's desk and he answers it.)
(PACKER's face appears on the screen.)
PACKER: (oov) They're back again, Mister Vaughn. The Doctor and the boy. Security eye picked them up in the warehouse.
VAUGHN: (sneering) Rather unfortunate for them, isn't it Packer?
PACKER: (oov) Shall I put a full security alert on, sir?
VAUGHN: No, Packer. We don't want to frighten them off, do we? Just close off the area and we'll flush them out. Have you dealt with the two young ladies yet?
PACKER: (oov) No sir. I was about to when this new alert happened.
VAUGHN: How fortunate. We need a sprat to catch our mackerel. Take them down to the warehouse area.
(The DOCTOR and JAMIE continue their search of the warehouse. JAMIE looks about him.)
JAMIE: It's like a maze. We're lost.
DOCTOR: There'll be a door to the main building somewhere.
(Two screams - unmistakably ZOE's and ISOBEL's ring out.)
JAMIE: Zoe and Isobel! Come on.
(They turn and run back along the corridor they came along. In a open area, two guards are carrying ZOE and ISOBEL, who are unconscious, towards two crates while being watched by PACKER.)
PACKER: Right! Put 'em inside!
(PACKER watches the guards load the unconscious forms of ZOE and ISOBEL into two of the crates.)
Load it onto the return van.
(JAMIE sees the guards pick up the crates.)
JAMIE: Come on!
(JAMIE starts to charge out of his hiding place.)
DOCTOR: (dismayed) No, Jamie, Wait.
(JAMIE rounds the corner and tackles PACKER to the floor.)
PACKER: (shouting) GUARDS! GUARDS!
(JAMIE lets go of PACKER and he and the DOCTOR start to run away. Meanwhile the other guards and some friends of theirs hear PACKER's cries and turn towards them. The DOCTOR tries to lead JAMIE away but their way is blocked by more guards. PACKER draws his revolver as he pulls up off the floor and gloats at the DOCTOR and JAMIE, and their raised hands of surrender.)
Caught... like rats in a trap...
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