Run, Peri! Run! Quickly.
Along here.
Where will that take us?
Hopefully, away from that thing!
Perhaps you should
try to talk to it.
Convince it we
don't mean any harm?
I get the feeling it might be a difficult
creature to persuade.
And, as you can hear,
it does have rather a
limited vocabulary!
- Where are you Mr. Grant?
- I'm still here, Captain Slarn.
It's just that there's rather a lot of
steam coming off your lava bath.
Step into the light, mister.
I wish to see as well
as hear you fawn.
I'd be only too delighted to do so, sir,
but every time I move, the steam
seems to follow me!
Vacate that cloud at once,
or take the consequences
of your insubordination.
That creature's gaining on us.
I once met a man at a
party who had found himself in a
position not dissimilar to our own.
As I recall,
this man at the
party was an actor by the name
of Rudolph Musk.
That must have looked great in lights.
Anyway, one day, while
walking through a forest on the
planet Vigal Minor,
he was swallowed
whole by a splay-footed hedron.
As Rudolph was
slowly sliding down
the Hedron's gullet, he thought
he might spend his
last remaining
seconds reciting his favourite
sonnet, "Ode to A
Flashist Mud Scavenger".
An inspired title. Almost brings
tears to my ears.
That's precisely what it
did to the hedron.
Such was the mind-bending
stiltedness of the performance,
the mucus in the hedron's
gullet evaporated.
It was forced to regurgitate Rudolph.
Just spat him out.
Quite unharmed. Quickly!
Down here.
Now, who knows?
We might get that lucky.
If that creature finds
your story as
indigestible as I
did, I think you could be right!
- This is a bad business, mister.
- Awful sir.
It's made
me feel quite ill.
Well, as a matter of fact I'm
not feeling too good myself.
You are unimportant, mister. I
am the captain here.
The one who is to be cosseted,
reassured that you have
everything under control.
I have, in as far as
it's possible, Sir.
Search parties are still
scouring the ducting for the
missing crew members, but I fear
whatever is down there has eaten them.
Find who is eating my
crew members, Mister Grant,
and destroy them!
Otherwise the spores that
are growing in my
body may explode and infect the
whole ship.
I'm sorry to disturb
you boys mid-conference, but
something very
strange seems to be happening
Sorry about that.
- Report.
- Well, the thing is, I think a
second being has appeared in the ducting.
- Where did it come from?
- If I knew that
I wouldn't be so confused.
All I can tell you is that she might
be a migarian midget.
No. I'm wrong.
She's from Earth! Hey!
- How about that?
- I'll have her brought to you at once, sir.
And quickly, mister.
I'm rather partial to Earth women!
I can't go on. I'm finished.
- No you're not.
- Save yourself, Doctor.
I'm only slowing you down.
Oh. Brilliant timing!
I very much hope the
sudden closure of the bulkhead
door did not cause
you any undue alarm.
Oh. Not at all.
Although I find it interesting
that you waited until now.
We must've passed
at least a dozen other bulkhead doors.
It's only significant if you
find significance insignificant.
Oh.... There's nothing
I hate more than a cocky computer!
Do you think we were
chased this far on purpose?
Well, I didn't until
that door closed.
Now, I'm beginning to wonder
whether the time experiments
the TARDIS locked on to weren't
simply a lure to get me on board.
Oh. You're beginning
to depress me again.
Oh, look on the bright side,
Peri. At least we've
got away from that creature.
Well, what else is lurking around here?
Without the individual,
No form. No shape. No direction.
I am the individual.
Are you listening to me?
Would that I had any choice.
To be perfectly
honest, I am growing
rather tired of your waffling
on in what you obviously think
is a mysterious and ethereal voice.
And, while I'm in a scolding mood,
why did you want me
to lie to the captain?
You will be told as and when I am ready.
Then at least explain why you
didn't want me to
mention the other intruder.
He is a Time Lord. I need his
skill to aid me with
my experiments.
While the captain is distracted
with the Earth woman,
I shall drain all knowledge from the
Time Lord's mind. Until I am
ready to declare my presence,
everything aboard the ship must
seem to be in order.
Is that supposed to be a joke?
How can things seem
to be normal when
you have some
hairy, flesh-eating
monster tripping around the
ducting? Now answer me that.
- Uh, how are you doing, Doctor?
- Very badly.
The coupling on this door's
opening mechanism must be b*mb-proof.
At least that creature's stopped
scratching on the bulkhead.
Probably found something else to chase...
Or it's gone off to rethink its strategy.
You know, there was something
familiar about him.
- Really? You met him before?
- No. Not him in particular,
but his species. I think they were
called the mastons.
And, if my memory serves me correctly,
they were only found on
the planet Centiminus Vergo.
Maybe it's the ship's pet?
That notion has one flaw, Peri.
Centiminus Vergo
was destroyed over a
million years ago!
- Computer?
Nice to hear from you
again, Mister Grant.
How close is the search party to
the female intruder?
Approximately fifteen more minutes.
Can you divert them? Head them away
from the female?
You mean deliberately mislead them.
Yeah. My
standing with the
captain isn't very high at the moment.
It could help me enormously
if I were to personally make the arrest.
You realise you're asking me to lie?
Or simply to make a mistake
in your directions.
If you do this thing
for me I'll reprogram your
voice to whatever you want.
- Is that a promise?
- Cross my heart.
- Did you hear that?
- I did.
But you must not co-operate with him.
It's just that I would
so like to lose
this stupid voice.
Slarn is only interested
in the woman for the purpose of
indulging his fantasy, but if
Grant gets to her first,
he might ask her some very awkward
questions.
She could tell him about the Time Lord?
- Precisely.
- What should I do?
Use your initiative!
- Open!...Open!
- Sesame!
- What?
- It's supposed to be a joke!
Your flippancy helping matters, Peri.
Understood.
I'll see if I can isn't find
something to use as a lever.
Excellent. Why didn't I think of that.
- It's very spooky over here.
- Be careful.
I think I'd find it very difficult
to be casual at this particular mo...
... (There
Peri?
Please stand clear.
For security reasons it is necessary
to close the remaining bulkhead
doors on this level.
Your co-operation is
much appreciated.
- No! Open this door!
- I can't do that.
I'm concerned about my friend.
She may have been hurt.
Sensors indicate
that your friend has
fallen into an open
ventilator shaft.
Is she hurt?
How would
you feel if you
- had just fallen twelve metres?
- No!
Peri! PERI! PERIIIII!