02x90 - The Urge to Live

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[DOCTOR WHO THEME]

Grandfather,
we can do something, can't we?

There's only one thing to do,
we've got to get her back to the ship.

I think she's coming round.

IAN: Barbara?

What happened?

- Did I...
- SUSAN: You fainted, that's all.

The insecticide.

Is that why I feel like this?

Yes, you've got some of it on your hands
and you didn't tell us anything about it.

That was very wrong of you, wasn't it?

- Am I.
- No, no, no.

No, this little att*ck you experienced
is only temporary. It'll pass.

Take it easy. Come on, take it easy.

What can we do for her?

Well, it's urgent that we
get her back to her normal size

but at the moment,
her protective cells are too small

to cope with the molecules
of poison in her bloodstream.

But if we can,
that dosage of insecticide will be


practically nothing at all.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm quite sure.

- But we must get her back to the ship.
- What are we waiting for?

How are you feeling?

Oh, a bit ropey.

I could do with a glass of water.

We're going to take you back to the ship.

All right. Just give me a minute.

Come on, Barbara.
We've got a long way to go.

You can get us back to normal size?

Oh! Yes, of course I can, dear boy, yes.

Of course I can.

I hope.

[SWITCHBOARD BUZZING]

- HILDA: Bert?
- Hmm?

There is something odd
going on up there.

- BERT: Where?
- The old farmhouse.

- Oh, yes?
- Bert!

- Yes, I'm trying to...
- I do wish you'd listen!

[SIGHING] I've got all these
monthly forms to get through

and the circulars to read and initial.

They've left the phone off the hook.

First they're impersonating people,
and now they're doing this.

Oh, I know you think I'm imagining
things, but I know what I heard.

Well, ring them, then.

How can you when the receiver's off?
Honestly!

Well, I don't know!
I'm not a telephone operator, am I?

Buzz them or something, then.

[SWITCHBOARD BUZZING]

Yes, hello? Oh, yes, Mrs Marsh.

Yes, I've sent Tom up with the groceries.

Yes.

Nice woman.

Here, Bert, do you think
they might be criminals?

I think you've got a lively imagination,
Hilda, and that's a fact.

They're perfectly ordinary people
who want a little peace and quiet.

Why don't we just leave them alone?

I'll put the tone on anyway.

[TONE SOUNDING]

What is it?

[MOANING]
It's going right through my head!

IAN: This is awful!
The quicker we get down the better.

- IAN: I'll lead.
- What?

I said I'll lead.

- Susan, you come next.
- Okay.

Give Barbara a hand.

Doctor, help the girls down to me.

Help the girls down!

DOCTOR: I can't hear a word
when my hands are over my ears.

I'm going down first.

All right, don't bellow, my boy.
I think you'd better go first.

What the devil's wrong with this phone?

What's the matter with you?

- Farrow.
- Oh, snap out of it!

The story's simple enough.

All we have to do is stick to the story.

He was here, he approved DN6,

he left to go to his boat and as far
as we know, he crossed over to France.

- I wasn't thinking about that.
- What, then?

Well, you said Farrow was
blackmailing you.

That's right.

You said he'd give us
a negative report on DN6

unless you cut him in on a
large share of the profits.

- Yes, that's what he said.
- Why didn't you?

Cut him in? Oh, I've had people
try it on with me before.

Sometimes I've had to give way, too.

But 75%? No. No. I'm not that stupid.

- So, you took out a g*n and k*lled him!
- No, I didn't.

I meant to frighten him off, that's all.

I told him enough times,
we struggled and the g*n went off,

Just as I pushed him away from me.

But it doesn't fit!

What doesn't fit?

Look, Farrow was most meticulous
when we were going over DN6,

he queried every test,

went through everything
three and sometimes four times!

He was honest, Forester, I know he was!

You're very naive, aren't you?

Look, I'm not a fool.

I can tell a decent man
from a petty crook.

It simply wasn't in his character
to suddenly come up to you and say,

"75% or I say DN6 is no good!"
No, it doesn't fit!

Why don't you stop torturing yourself?

Stick to the story we've arranged
and everything will be fine.

Perhaps, Forester, perhaps.

Once we get under the tap,
we'll be able to get Barbara a drink.

Come on, let's get down into the sink.

- Well, come on, Barbara!
- No, Ian, I won't go any further.

Barbara! Don't be ridiculous!

Yes, you're being stupid. Wasting time.

- SUSAN: Come on, Barbara, please!
- No! For the last time, no!

I'm not important any more,
can't you understand?

- SUSAN: You're important to us, Barbara.
- BARBARA: Will you listen?

The amount I've got on my hands would
be just a tiny speck

to a normal human being,

but suppose a full-sized person
covered their hands with it?

Aren't they going to start feeling
dizzy, start fainting and blacking out?

SUSAN: You won't die.
Barbara, we're here with you now.

That's all we can see or understand.

Yes, I couldn't let it happen.

Not if there was one chance
in a million of stopping it.

Doctor, for heaven's sake,
make her see how wrong she is!

You said yourself it was our duty to
stop the destruction of a whole planet.

Yes, I did, Barbara,
but our immediate concern is you.

Our responsibility hasn't altered, Doctor.

The longer we stand here arguing,

the greater the hold that poison
is going to get on you.

We are taking you back to the ship,
and that's final.

How? Carry me over your shoulder?

All the way down the chain to the sink
and then down the pipe

to the outside of the house?

You couldn't. Even with my cooperation.

Barbara, you're ill.

You've got to let us take you
back to the ship.

You could die!

Doctor, make her see some sense.

There's nothing I can say, dear boy.
Barbara is quite right.

Susan.

Ian, we must find a way to stop this.
We must.

[SWITCHBOARD BUZZING]

HILDA: That's all right, Mrs Marsh.

You can settle up with me next week.

Now, Tom, take this along to Mr Cooper
and mind the bottles.

- Who was that?
- Tom's just back from Mrs Marsh's.

I've sent him off with the other orders.

Hmm?

HILDA: Tom cycled
past the old farmhouse.

BERT: No doubt you asked him to.

A bit out of his way, isn't it?

He saw a big American car
in the driveway.

- Oh, did he?
- Like the one that nearly ran you over.

Now, how do you know, hmm?
You weren't even there.

Still, it might be the same.

I wouldn't mind having a chat
with the driver.

If it is the same.

HILDA: They still haven't replaced
their receiver.

[SWITCHBOARD BUZZING]

Any other phones around here?

Oh, yes, there's one in the lab,
next to the sink.

Maybe that's where the trouble is.

Perhaps the phone's
off the hook or something.

Yes, I'll... I'll go and see.

I want to have a look at Farrow's notes.

Why?

Yes, that's it, we'll cause trouble.

- Start a fire, my boy.
- Yes.

Can we start a big enough one
to do any real damage?

Well, we can try, anyway.

There's nothing like a good fire,
is there? [LAUGHS]

What do you think, Barbara?

I think it's a good idea.

If we could manage to start a fire,
it would certainly attract people here.

Oh, yes, they'd find that man's body.

Yes.

- That's it!
- What?

If we could only turn it on...

- Well, then what?
- I'll soon show you.

[RUMBLING]

Look out!

Quick! Behind this water tap!

SMITHERS: What's the matter
with the cat?

FORESTER: Hmm?
SMITHERS: It looks so strange.

- SMITHERS: It's dead.
- Get rid of it, then.

FORESTER: I wonder if it knocked
the phone off when it jumped up?

It's odd. You know, he was
perfectly all right this morning.

So?

Ah!

The fur, sticky.

Who put these under the phone?

DN6.

It's DN6!

Come on, I want an explanation.
Why did you put these under the phone

- to stop me using it?
- [TELEPHONE RINGING]

- That's not important now!
- Of course it's important.

Will you listen to me?

The cat's been k*lled by DN6.

FORESTER: What are you doing?

SMITHERS: I want to see his notes.

Ah, here they are!

What are you trying to prove?

I want to know why that cat d*ed.

Farrow says,

"I took a sample of DN6 and sprayed
a portion of the garden."

"I shall examine the results
tomorrow morning."

- Where's the next page?
- What next page?

The results of the test!

Maybe he never had time to write it.

- Or it was destroyed?
- What does it matter?

It matters this much.
This wasn't written by a blackmailer.

Where are you going?

[RINGING]

Oh, you've replaced your receiver now,
have you, Mr Smithers?

FORESTER: This isn't Mr Smithers.

The extension was left off. I'm sorry.

Is that Mr Farrow?

Farrow?

No.

HILDA: Oh, the other gentleman. I see.

Only, I've a call for Mr Farrow.

Oh, uh, just a minute.

Do you think you ought
to be doing this, Hilda?

Shh! Listen.

Farrow here. Who is this?

You see? It's the same man.

Get him to talk a bit more.

Mr Farrow, I've got a London call for you.

Will you accept the charges?

London?

Oh, uh, yes. All right.

Hold on, please.

Mmm, yes, they do sound alike.
I must say that.

Perhaps I had better go up there.

Hello, Mr Farrow?

- Yes?
- I'm sorry,

London has broken the connection.
Perhaps they'll call again.

Oh, very well.

Thank you.

Bert, it's the same man.
No doubt about it.

Well, we'll soon find out.

Oh, I think it's moving a bit.

- [ALL GRUNTING]
- Come on, all together.

It's coming.

Ian, the tap is ready to turn on now.

Good.

Now, Susan, I've wedged the matchbox
against a knothole.

What we're going to do is run
up the side of it.

- Like using a battering ram.
- That's the idea.

- Come on, get hold of it.
- Right.

All right?

Yes, I think that's got it in about
the right angle, the gas jet.

Yes, well...

All we'll succeed in doing
is just melting this tin.

No, no, no, no.
I've had a good look at this.

This is pressurised. It's a spray kind.

Our problem will be
to get away far enough to...

When it explodes.

- Explodes?
- Oh, yes, it's going to explode.

And when it does, it'll go off just like,
well, to us,

a thousand-pound b*mb.

It's k*lled everything. Everything!

Smithers, I've put Farrow's body
in the boot of my car.

We're going to take him
down to the harbour,

wait until it's dark,
and then put him on his boat.

- You knew all the time, didn't you?
- What?

The formula went wrong somewhere.
Farrow found out.

What are you talking about?

DN6! It kills everything.
Even worms, Forester, and the cat.

It'll poison people.
Farrow told you, didn't he?

Does it matter? Farrow is dead.

But he was right. He said
he was going to stop the experiment,

so you m*rder*d him!

Yes.

No, dear boy, try hitting the box
at a sharper angle.

More force, more vim, hmm?

Doctor, have you ever tried to
lift one of these things?

Come on, Ian, let's try again.

SUSAN: Charge!

[CRACKLING]

Yes! Come on, let's light the gas jet.

Turn it on.

Turn it down a bit!
You don't want us b*rned alive.

Doctor, Barbara, get behind that tap.

Get behind. That's it.

Ready, Susan?

Now, just take it easy. Very easy.

And then he told me
he couldn't authorise DN6.

I had too much money sunk into it.
I had to k*ll him.

Once I'd started,
I had to see it through. All the way!

Can't be long now. [CHUCKLES]

Take as much cover as you can.

When that thing explodes, there'll be
metal flying all over the place.

It'll be just like that air raid,
Grandfather. Do you remember?

Yes, very well.

And what infernal machines
those zeppelins were. Hmm.

But you'll cooperate. Move.

Forester, think what you're doing.

DN6 is more deadly than radiation.
Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Get the briefcase.

[GAS JET WHISTLING]

It's worked! It's worked!

Come on, all of you. Back to the ship.

Susan, take care of Barbara.
Quickly, quickly.

Doctor, what are you doing?
That thing's covered with poison.

Yes, I know it is. I know all about it.

- Well, what do you want it for?
- You'll be surprised.

Go on, lead on.

He'll live.

Now I have some questions
that need answering.

And turn that gas off.
You'll k*ll the lot of us.

IAN: How's it going, Doctor?

Slow but sure.

We seem to be making good progress.

How's Barbara?

Don't worry, we'll make it, Grandfather!

DOCTOR: Yes, good. Keep going.

Barbara!

Doctor, how much longer
do we have to wait?

Just a minute, Chesterton.

IAN: But she's...

Barbara's ill. She's getting worse.

Yes, I know.

DOCTOR: Ah, that seems to be
working now.

IAN: What are you playing at, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Playing, Chesterton?

I'm just as worried
about Barbara as you are,

but getting us back to full size

means moving the TARDIS
in space and time.

And without the scanner,
I might as well be blind.

I had to repair it. It was essential.

- Do you understand?
- I'm sorry.

Got to repeat exactly
all the things that happened to us

when we landed.

Is there anything I can do?

Yes, that seed over there, by the chair.

Take it over to that table

so that we can all see it.
And wrap that round it when you do it.

DOCTOR: We're lifting.

In 10 seconds, we'll be moving
into the space-time continuum.

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four

two, one...

Doctor-...

- Doctor...
- Shh!

I think it's working.

Yes! [LAUGHS]

I think it's working, my boy.

Doctor, look at that seed!

Yes, yes! We've done it!
Yes! We've done it! [LAUGHS]

IAN: I don't understand.

Why didn't the seed stay the same
or grow larger?

It's like the insecticide in Barbara.

Its molecules are stable.

SUSAN: So Barbara's
going to get better!

Doctor, it's incredible.

That seed, it's completely vanished.

No, no, my dear boy. No. [LAUGHS]

Look, you see? It hasn't vanished at all.

Barbara?

Mmm. Mmm, I'm so thirsty.

Here you are. Drink that.

Oh, I had no idea
water could taste so good.

[LAUGHS]

Well, well, here we are, then.

The patient is beginning to look
her usual self again. [LAUGHS]

- Thank you, Doctor.
- Not at all, my dear boy.

- Always at your service.
- Doctor, what happened in the laboratory?

I don't remember much
after the expl*si*n.

Well, I'm happy to say our plan worked.

And we didn't have to fire the laboratory,

but we did attract attention.

Did you know a policeman came
into that room

just as I was about to
climb down that pipe?

Now, what about us?
Can you get us back to normal?

Yes. There's your answer, my dear.

Grandfather, is that the seed
you brought in with you?

- The same seed.
- [GASPS]

Then we are back to normal.

Completely, my dear.

Now, before I get up
and see where we are,

I suggest you all go
and have a good scrub, hmm?

Go on, off you go.

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.
Now, isn't that irritating!

I had to repair that wretched thing and...

Now look at it. I can't see a thing.

[WHOOSHING]

Wait a moment, I...

I think we're beginning to materialise.

Perhaps I shall know now
where we are. Hmm.