I'm awfully sorry sir,
but I'm feeling rather unwell.
Reposition yourself.
Move away from the g*nf*re.
I'm afraid sir that
the only position
I can adopt is a horizontal one.
I'm sorry about this, but
my friend has had
to withdraw from the game.
Just keep your hands
where I can see them,
otherwise you'll
be joining him.
Are you there?
The drone's been damaged!
Deactivate his conditioning circuit.
I see no reason why the Time Lord
shouldn't learn the truth.
- Do you think that's wise?
- Whatever the drone
tells him will only
feed his curiosity.
That will be enough to deliver
him into my hands.
As a rule miss
I'm quite keen on exercise,
but strolling up and
down dark,
dusty ducting is not the most
agreeable way of getting it!
Well it's difficult to say
precisly where he was.
It all looks the same, especially
now that bulkhead door's been opened.
I'm afraid miss that
if you're going to
invent your senario
will have to become
considerably more plausable than
it is at the moment.
- I'm telling the truth.
- You must co-operate miss,
my collegue has a history of violently
attacking people.
I have beaten my
fists raw on some of
the finest criminals
in the galaxy.
- A-are you policemen?
- Certainly not miss!
You'll just have to accept the
somewhat implausable
story that we are
environment inspectors.
No g*n.
You must be feeling confident.
Never carry one. Causes my pockets
to bulge, ruins the cut of my coat..
How did you get onto me? Thought I'd managed
to cover my tracks quite carefully.
I'm sorry but I haven't the
faintest idea what you're talking about.
Oh come off it,
I know you're the police!
- There you are mistaken sir.
- Shut up!
You must be the police, otherwise the
computer would have reported your presence.
I'm afraid the logic
of that statement defeats me.
The police often carry devices to
confuse the sensors
of survellance computers, sir.
It allows them to
abuse their authority
by entering prohibited
areas undetected.
When you searched
me did you find such a device?
No.
So why didn't the computer report you?
I think that's a question best put to her.
That is after you've explained why you
were so keen to see me dead.
You know Snatch,
I think we've uncovered
a den of iniquity here.
When we've sorted
this little lot out,
there could be
promotion all 'round.
Well, apart from
falling on your friend here,
what else am I supposed to
have done?
Several important art treasures have
been stolen from
various planets this
ship has visited.
We are looking for the person or
persons concerned.
And you're still denying
you're policemen?
It's your credentials that
are in question miss, not ours.
Alright, have it
your own way,
but I have nothing to do with the theft
of any art treasures
Really miss?
Then it won't distress you
to know that we are in possession
of a gangmember's name.
Well if you know who this
man is, why don't you go to the Captain?
Heh, hardly miss,
he may be involed in the crime himself.
Tell her the name sir,
we'll know if she's lying.
I think for once
you could be right lad.
The name is Shellingborne Grant.
Well Mr Grant, it's fortunate for
you I am not a policeman,
neither am I particullarycconcerned
by your
petty activities, I'll leave that
to the proper authorities
A somewhat pompous statement considering
I still have the g*n.
I don't care, I have more important
things to argue.
- Like what?
- Someone on board this ship is
illegally experimenting
with time.
- Can't be, impossible.
- It's a fact.
Now who might possess
the necessary skills?
No-one, apart from
the engineering
staff who are drunk
most of the time.
The only scientific members of the
crew are anthropologists, geologists,
- that sort of thing.
- Are you sure?
This is a census ship.
We're making a galactic
survey of all the known
inhabited planets.
How else d'you think I got close enough
to steal priceless works of art?
Could be there on official business.
- Come on miss.
- I don't know who this Shellingborne Grant is.
Then tell me the name of
this Doctor.
I don't know that either!
How many times must I say it?
How miss can you speak
to someone on a
regular basis without
knowing their name?
I only know him as 'the Doctor',
he's always maintained I wouldn't be able to
pronounce his name.
- This is indeed a man of mystery.
- Well what does it matter?
He isn't Shellingborne Grant.
But how can you be
certain miss, paticulary
as he refuses to
tell you his name?
- Because he doesn't lie!
- Such perversion,
I'm beginning to find this all a
bit strange Snatch.
I think we should look further sir,
he can't have got far.
There has to be someone on board capable
of time experiments. Think man, think!
- I am thinking!
- The drone.
Are you still functioning?
Come on, don't expire yet!
- Oh.
- I do beg you pardon sir,
I was composing my epitaph.
Where were you supposed to take me?
The Solar Lounge sir,
I always collect
two for afternoon
tea at about this time sir.
- Oh he's rambling.
Come on! Hang on to your memory circuits!
- What's the name of this ship?
- The Vipod Mor.
Drone, where were you taking me?
To the next level sir.
A specially
concealed compartment has been
constructed to hide you sir.
- Location?
- Near bulkhead door , sir.
- There is such bulkhead.
- We're getting somewhere at last.
And who gave you these instructions?
The source of all my orders sir.
The computer.
Come on, I want to
have a look at this room.
This ducting goes on forever sir.
And you have a knack of stating the
obvious Snatch.
- Sorry sir.
- Well here's another dilemma for you: stairs.
Do we go up or down?
Well these aren't the
stairs we came up, are they?
No sir, they were
at the other end of the ducting.
- What's that?
- I think we should investigate.
It could be a trap sir.
Villains poised to pounce rarely
advertise their presense lad.
Sorry sir.
Now then, may I enquire
what you are doing, lurking
on the stairs in such
a disorderly manner?
Hello boys!
- I do beg your pardon madam.
- Oh don't bother about me,
I'm just one of the g*ng.
He's been damaged by g*nf*re sir
Really?
- And what have you been up to?
- It's no fun being a service
maintainance drone sir.
Nah, we'll get no sense from him.
Put the thing out of it's misery.
Just a moment sir.
- Who did this to you?
- A laser p*stol.
I said who, not what.
- A fight.
- Between whom?
Me, Doctor, Grant.
- Doctor Grant eh?
- That isn't true.
Shut up!
And where is Doctor Grant now?
Next... level... down...
- Here we are.
- I can't see anything.
There. That fine line is
the edge of the door.
Ah! This must
be the opening mechanism.
You wait here, I'd better go in alone.
Leave the door open, y-you
know, just in case.
Hello?
Hellooo?
Well hello there!
I hope you like your room.
Very tasteful.
What?
Sorry about that,
there was a terrible draft,
I'd hate if you catch
a chill after all
the trouble I've gone
to to get you here.
- Why, that noise?
- You heard it in a dream not long ago.
A voice calling to you
from afar.
That's right
Huh? W-w-what's happening?
You're hurting me!
A-ah!
- Thought transference, Doctor.
I'm inside your head.
I can't stand the pain.
Your presence
is too powerful.
I am only interested in
your knowledge concerning time travel.
Your personal secrets are safe.
Y-you must reduce you presence.
Co-operate and the pain will cease!
You don't understand!
you're destroying me!
You're destroying
my mind!