那个Doctor干扰了发生器 我要找到他们全部
-Mena要死了 -一个个体的生命微不足道
-你应该试试Hardin的想法 -Mena一死 未来就在眼前
发生器的孩子将崛起宣告他们的继承权
怎么对付随机场架？
我希望我知道你想要什么 朋友
-是啊 快 我们要走了 快 -走去哪儿？
去董事会会议室 我们的朋友想要和某人谈谈
-但是我们能相信他吗？ -你可以相信我 这很重要
-噢！ -嘘！
当黎明降临 Mena会死去
新Argolis的诞生需要被载入史册 我需要一个外星目击者
所以这就是为什么你会告诉我这些了
-是博士 抓住他！ -我给你们带来了惊喜
不 不…… 别碰我！不！
别碰我！让开！
不 别碰我！啊啊啊！
现在我引起你的注意并得到了叛徒的声音合成器
我要解释一下
我是Foamasi政府
嗯 我认为这是真的
-这些人是敌人 -那两个才是敌人
-一个阴谋破坏者和一个杀人犯 -他们导致了意外？
他们有组织地计划将这个星球拿下
-但是Brock…… -真正的Brock从来没离开地球
我不明白
Since our last government clampdown,
the West Lodge has been looking for a new venue for its activities.
- Argolis would have been ideal. - They should have known we'd never sell.
Their methods are very persuasive. This one is the leader of all sectors.
With him under arrest, the West Lodge is wound up.
You're going back to face trial.
The filaments will hold them until we board our shuttle.
- We can't let these aliens go. - Why not?
- They've been spying! - The government agents mean to help.
- An excuse to infiltrate. - I am not persuaded.
Then I must persuade you. There are new imperatives.
It is my duty to escort them to their shuttle.
- I relieve you of that duty. - Let me pass. That is an order.
No!
- I'm glad this has ended so satisfactorily. - If it has ended.
- With their arrest, peace is restored. - The Doctor means...
Don't cross your bridges before they're hatched.
Wait!
The Argolin dawn.
The dawn of the New Argolis.
No one can now be permitted to leave. You are destined to remain and watch.
I am an ambassador. To interdict my departure would be an act of war.
You won't leave here alive.
Come on. We'd better do something quickly.
- The random field frame. - It's probably back in the Generator.
Then Pangol's ready to proceed?
Yes. If Pangol's replaced the random field frame, we'll still be getting surges.
I can't see any way round that. Can you, Doctor?
- Doctor? - There's so little time.
- If we had a second random field frame... - The Tardis.
- Not the randomiser? - Perfect. With the stabilising matrix.
It's too risky.
- How long would it take to build one? - I must work out some new eigenfunctions.
I'll modify the oscillator.
No! No. That is a sacred symbol.
A symbol of our shame.
The Helmet of Theron is a call for revenge.
- Theron worshipped the flame of war. - That welded Argolis into a single nation.
And brought us death!
And he will be avenged.
We, Pangol, the Child of the Generator,
will fulfil his dreams of great conquests.
- How? With what army? - We are the army.
You've perfected it?
Guides of Argolis!
According to our ancient laws,
we, Pangol, declare ourselves your new leader.
We are the future, guides of Argolis.
For what is about to happen and for the aeons that lie beyond,
you will grant us unquestioning obedience.
- (PANGOL) Citizens of the old Argolis... - Mena's dead.
Your tasks in the Experiential Grid are concluded.
All guides to the Recreation Generator.
Citizens of the old Argolis, today your lives will be irrevocably changed
and the Hive itself transformed
as we equip ourselves for the rebirth of this planet.
''We, Pangol.'' What does he mean?
I think it's more than just a figure of speech.
- If only we could have saved Mena. - It's not too late. Look.
- Hardin. - I've got to get up there.
You'll get caught.
Doctor, tell him... Where is he?
He's heading for the Generator. He's mad.
He's going to try to fit the randomiser himself.
The Foamasi shuttle requests permission to take off, sir.
- Denied. - Their request has diplomatic priority.
Denied!
The Foamasi will return to the Hive to witness the fulfilment of Argolin destiny.
The anti-baryon shield.
Anti-baryon shield.
Now, where was it exactly?
Citizens of Argolis! The time has come!
Sir, we have another urgent request from the Foamasi shuttle for clearance.
The Foamasi request clearance. Let them try taking off.
- I'll clear them into time and space. - Stop! You mustn't start the Generator.
- Nothing can stop us now. - But the Doctor's in there!
- Begin the programme. - This is the Launch Systems Controller.
- The Foamasi shuttle has launched. - Blow it into space!
That is an act of war!
War is the destiny of the New Argolis.
The Foamasi shuttle. He's mad! You've got to stop him.
You've got to stop him. He's mad. Stop him! Stop him!
Oh, no. An army of Pangols.
Stop this! The Doctor's in there.
Remove that alien trash. Let her rot outside.
Let me go! The Doctor's in there. Let me go!
- Let me go! - Continue the programme.
Mena?
(PANGOL) Fetch the body of the Chairman. That too can be disposed of outside.
Stop! Let me go! Let me go! The Doctor's in there.
Let me go!
What are you doing?
Doctor.
No.
No. No...
It's terribly simple. It's a tachyon image. Outwardly Pangol, inwardly me.
Unfortunately, these tachyon images are very unstable.
Or fortunately, depending on your point of view.
The Generator.
Then where's the Doctor?
- At least you're solid enough. - Come on. We've got work to do.
- Please! - Careful.
- You're the last one. - The first one, actually.
- What? - First out of the Generator.
- Then you're real? - It's hard to tell.
Yes. I feel real enough.
Yes. It's holding up quite well so far.
That's me nearly complete. Where's my coat?
I see. The images must have been multiplied in a FIFO stack.
FIFO stack? Yes, I see what you mean - First In, First Out. Where's my hat?
- Thank you. - Which would make you the original.
Well, I had concluded that empirically, but it's nice to have theoretical background.
- I've just remembered. - What?
Mena! Come on, quick!
We shall begin again!
- Out of my way. - Dispose of her.
- Out of my way! - Outside! I order you!
- She's dead! I am in command! - The Generator is her only chance.
No! I must be leader. The Argolin need me. A new army can be built.
We can change the Generator. I must be leader!
- Look. - I think I set it on rejuvenation.
What? Anything could happen. It's totally unstable.
It's useless. The doors won't open while it's running.
They've written out the override.
It's too dangerous!
(BABY CRIES)
This time I must try to bring him up properly.
We must contact the Foamasi.
- You mentioned Foamasi? - But your shuttle...
The West Lodge leader must have tried to take off without us.
So Brock and Klout are kaput, little Pangol.
I'm so sorry. Naturally, we'll replace your vehicle.
You and I have a lot to discuss, Madam Chairman.
Forgive me, but I didn't catch your name.
- (CLICKS AND WHISTLES) - Of course.
Let's continue this discussion in the boardroom.
- (BABY CRIES) - Hardin.
- Doctor... - Have a baby.
- Let's go. - The randomiser. We can't leave it here.
I don't like not knowing where we're going to turn up.
Neither does the Black Guardian. The Black Guardian's a real threat.
Some hobo with ideas above his station. There's been enough randomising on this job.
- Job? It was a holiday. - Then I'll be glad to get back to work.
And I'm missing K9.