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by Brian Hayles

first broadcast - 11th November 1967


(The Control Room is a circular room, with a ring of instruments set into four desks which face inwards, looking towards the COMPUTER. The COMPUTER contains a screen, and a keyboard, both of which are set into the circular outer. The computers around the outside of the room are patrolled by a group of people, mostly woman, who are reacting to an emergency. They are dressed in white tops, with random black designs on them, and black short skirts with black boots.)

BASE ANNOUNCER: This is a preliminary warning. Preliminary warning. Prepare phase one base evacuation procedure. Phase one evacuation.
COMPUTER: ...determine the extent of breakdown factor in ionisation...

(LEADER CLENT enters the room. He is middle aged, uses a stick for his right leg, and wears the same top as the other base members, but with the same randomly coloured pants. He talks to MISS GARRETT, a young woman, who wears a see-through apparatus on her head. She is sitting at one of the desks on the other side of the room.)

CLENT: Why has the ioniser been allowed to deteriorate to danger level?
GARRETT: There was a power stoppage. I've done all I can to boost it.
CLENT: Well it can't be allowed to fall any lower.

(He hobbles over to her.)

GARRETT: We still have time to evacuate.
CLENT: We will certainly not evacuate. We've beaten its tantrums before.
GARRETT: It's falling again.
CLENT: Well hold it... steady
GARRETT: I can't.
CLENT: Switch the stabilising circuits through to the computer.
GARRETT: I have, it's still not holding!
CLENT: All circuits, woman, all circuits!
GARRETT: We're nearly there.
CLENT: There's not enough power.
COMPUTER: (In background.) ____.
GARRETT: It's slowing down.
CLENT: Maybe it'll hold there.
GARRETT: I doubt it.
CLENT: Well, at least it gives us time.
GARRETT: We need Scientist Penley.
CLENT: He is no longer a member of this post. You will make this machine work.
GARRETT: Yes, Leader Clent.
CLENT: That's better.

(GARRETT gets up from her seat and walks around to check the stations.)

GARRETT: Emergency evacuation phasing set?
GARRETT: Ioniser state fault check?
GARRETT: Reactor safety sequence in operation. Good.
CLENT: You'll make an organiser first class yet, Miss Garrett.
GARRETT: I only follow your example, Leader Clent.

(CLENT sits down at the COMPUTER.)

CLENT: What is the latest report from all other ioniser bases?
COMPUTER: All bases are in phase. America: glaciers held. Australasia: glaciers held. South Africa: glaciers held. Asia: some improvement claimed.
CLENT: They would!
COMPUTER: Britannicus Base, Europe: slipping out of phase. Glacial advance imminent.

(There is a grim, disappointed look on CLENT's face.)

GARRETT: If we fail, the whole program for glacier containment is in danger.
CLENT: I'm fully aware of that fact.
GARRETT: But in two hours, the ioniser will be useless.

(CLENT walks over to two screen, one showing the glacier advancing on the world, the other his base.)

CLENT: And then the glaciers will move again... 5000 years of history... crushed beneath a moving mountain of ice.
BASE ANNOUNCER: Phase two evacuation. Emergency. Phase two evacuation. Red state emergency. Red state emergency.
CLENT: Priority override.
GARRETT: Yes, of course. But Penley was the expert.
CLENT: I've had enough of experts. Their crazy ideas. Where's Arden?
GARRETT: Still at the ice face, completing the instrumentation project.
CLENT: (Urgently.) Well, hasn't he been warned?
GARRETT: We couldn't get through...
CLENT: Well we have to tell him, immediately! I cannot lose any more men!

(He races over to the communicator.)

CLENT: Leader Clent to Scientist Arden at glacier face, come in Arden!


(Three men are examining a small alcove in the glacier face. All three are dressed in the same clothing as CLENT in the base, with metal helmets and goggles. ARDEN is around his thirties, with black hair. WALTERS is a portly man, also with black hair, and a face full of expression. DAVIS is the youngest, again with black hair.)

ARDEN: Walters, through here. Now clear that...
WALTERS: Sir. Get your drill ready, Davis.

(DAVIS prepares the drill. Meanwhile WALTERS is examining the ice face.)

WALTERS: Come quickly, Sir!

(ARDEN moves over to where WALTERS has seen something.)

WALTERS: I could swear there's something inside.
ARDEN: Oh, not another mastodon.
WALTERS: Well look for yourself, Sir.

(ARDEN wipes away the snow covering the ice. There appears to be some kind of helmet inside.)

ARDEN: Is it a man?
WALTERS: Perhaps it's an animal.
ARDEN: Well we'll soon find out. Davis, the heavy drill.
DAVIS: Yes Sir.

(DAVIS moves off to fetch it. WALTERS' wrist communicator makes a beeping sound.)

WALTERS: Base calling, Sir.
ARDEN: What do they want?

(Walters taps the screen which is filled with static.)

WALTERS: There's nothing coming through. Poor reception. I suppose they might...
ARDEN: (Interrupting.) They'll have to wait. This is more important. Come on Davis.
WALTERS: Well what are we going to do, Sir?
ARDEN: Do? Excavate. This could be a brilliant discovery.
WALTERS: But Sir - the computerised schedule! We must stick to that.
ARDEN: Oh, must we?
WALTERS: Leader Clent will be furious, Sir.
ARDEN: Well that's just too bad. For once we'll do something on our own account, eh?
WALTERS: There's not much base can do about it Sir, after all, we can't even ask permission, can we?
ARDEN: Come on Davis, hurry man!

(ARDEN wipes away more of the snow.)


(CLENT is still trying to contact ARDEN, but all that is on the screen is, like the wrist communicator, static.)

CLENT: Arden, for heavens sake man, come in! This is urgent!

(CLENT gives up and moves over to the main controls.)

GARRETT: ____ again. ____ is decreasing. Not far from total disintegration.

(There is a look of horror on CLENT's face.)


(The TARDIS materialises outside the base, on a pile of snow, upside down, and on a lean. As it slides down the small hill, cries can be heard from inside. The slide stops, and the doors open. The DOCTOR sticks his head out.)

JAMIE: (Still inside.) Arrgh!
DOCTOR: What's the matter?
JAMIE: You're on my head!

(The DOCTOR falls back down into the TARDIS. He climbs out again, this time with JAMIE.)

JAMIE: Careful!
DOCTOR: Come on, Victoria. Give me your hand.

(He pulls her out, and all three are now halfway out the TARDIS. The conditions are freezing, and a wind blows them. JAMIE is wearing his usual attire, but the DOCTOR is wearing a big fur coat, and VICTORIA a fur trimmed cape. JAMIE rubs his head.)

DOCTOR: It was a blind landing.
JAMIE: Is that what you call it?
VICTORIA: Well no broken bones. Hey, look at the snow.

(There is a huge glacier in front of them, covered in snow.)

JAMIE: Oh no, not again! Tibet was bad enough, but I think you've put us down just further up the mountain!
DOCTOR: Well let's see, shall we? Very careful, I'm going to get out. It's quite a long drop.

(He hops out.)

DOCTOR: Come on Victoria, that's right.

(He helps her down. JAMIE gets out himself.)

VICTORIA: Hey, looks like a great big wall of ice. Look!
DOCTOR: (Staring into the distance, a look of horror on his face.) Ooohhh!!!
JAMIE: (Who is halfway out the TARDIS.) What is it?
DOCTOR: You're on my hand!

(JAMIE takes his knee off the DOCTOR's hand, which was resting on the TARDIS.)

VICTORIA: But Doctor, look.
DOCTOR: Yes, that's not ice, that's plastic.

(JAMIE hops down from the TARDIS.)

JAMIE: Yes and, see how smooth it is, and curved.

(JAMIE shuts the TARDIS doors.)

DOCTOR: It's a dome. A protective dome.
VICTORIA: It's so big. Can't see the end of it. Wonder what's inside.

(As the DOCTOR has been walking around the TARDIS he has come into view of a door into the dome. It begins to open, and he ducks out of the way. An alarm sounds. Two men exit through the door. STORR is bearded, and PENLEY with about a week's stubble. Both are dressed shabbily and still look quite young. They carry several boxes each.)

PENLEY: Don't worry, those alarms weren't meant for us. I wonder what's wrong, though.
STORR: (He has a thick Scottish accent.) Ach, that's their problem. Come on.

(The two men move off, and the DOCTOR and friends exit hiding. The DOCTOR changes his attention to the door they came out of, now shut. He feels for a join, and moves his hand over some kind of sensor device. The door opens, and the three cautiously enter. The door slowly shuts behind them.)


(GARRETT is working on the communications screen.)

GARRETT: Leader Clent! The video! Arden has made contact.

(CLENT rushes over to the machine.)

CLENT: Arden! Can you hear me?
ARDEN: Yes. What is it?
CLENT: You must return to base immediately.
ARDEN: Well don't panic. I've almost finished setting up the seismograph probe. Davis hurry up.
CLENT: Well... the ioniser's nearly at disintegration point.
ARDEN: Oooh, I wonder if Penley's ears are burning.
CLENT: (Exploding.) It's not a laughing matter, man! You know what it means.
ARDEN: Yes, cold weather ahead. I thought it felt a bit nippy.
CLENT: There'll be a full enquiry into your delay, you realise that.
ARDEN: Yes, and I've got a very good reason. A fantastic discovery, in the ice.
CLENT: Your task was to set up movement probes in the ice, not indulge in amateur archaeology.
ARDEN: This is a man!
CLENT: Well, congratulations. Makes a change from fossils. Now leave it and return.
ARDEN: I'm bringing the body back with me.
CLENT: Arden.
ARDEN: I'm sorry, I can't hear you. There seems to some interference.

(ARDEN moves his hand over the camera.)

CLENT: Arden!

(But all that can be heard is static.)


(The DOCTOR, JAMIE and VICTORIA poke their heads around a corner, and once they have checked it, walk around. The corridors are ornate, 1800's like in their design.)

VICTORIA: Oh, Doctor, it's just like my home.
DOCTOR: I know!
JAMIE: ____.
BASE ANNOUNCER: Red state emergency. Evacuation phase three. Phase three evacuate. Transport section leaders report now. Phase three evacuation.
DOCTOR: Something's wrong.
VICTORIA: Seems safe enough.

(The DOCTOR sees one of the base staff walking down the corridor towards them.)

DOCTOR: ____.
JAMIE: ____.

(She pins tags on the DOCTOR, JAMIE, and then VICTORIA.)

DOCTOR: Oh, thank you.
JAMIE: Thank you. Excuse me Miss, I'm Jamie McCrimmon, do you think you could tell us where we are?

(She walks off without a word.)

DOCTOR: She doesn't want to know, Jamie.
VICTORIA: Hey, this says we're on evacuation flight seven.
DOCTOR: Yes, rather inhospitable, we've only just arrived!

(The DOCTOR leads them off down the corridor.)

JAMIE: Hey, and this tag, it says I'm a scavenger!

(He looks at the DOCTOR's tag.)

JAMIE: And yours does too! Hey, we're not beggars!

(The DOCTOR stops at a door.)

DOCTOR: Hush Jamie.
VICTORIA: What is it Doctor?
DOCTOR: Sounds like electronic machinery, like a computer. There's something wrong with it's pitch.
VICTORIA: Oh no. Now look, it might be dangerous, now let's leave it.
DOCTOR: Let's go in.

(He opens the doors and enters the room. He walks right into the IONISER CONTROL ROOM, and right behind CLENT.)

DOCTOR: Oh, there's something very wrong here.
CLENT: (Not noticing him.) Now is ____ still out of phase? ...Seven-two point four...

(CLENT walks around the room.)

DOCTOR: Seven-two point four? That's bad.

(The DOCTOR follows him.)

CLENT: Now balance those gauges, Miss Henry. 17 degrees out from normal.
DOCTOR: 17 degrees? Well this is serious!

(He follows CLENT again.)

CLENT: ____.
GARRETT: ____.
CLENT: One-three-seven-nine, now...
DOCTOR: One-three-seven-nine?

(He taps CLENT on the shoulder.)

DOCTOR: Excuse me, I...

(CLENT looks at him in confusion.)

CLENT: Who the blazes are you? (Shouting.) Get these scavengers out of here!
DOCTOR: We're not scavengers!
CLENT: Out of here!

(There are cries of disagreement from the DOCTOR, JAMIE and VICTORIA as they are pulled out of the room by security. The DOCTOR eventually pulls free.)

DOCTOR: No! In two minutes 38 seconds, you're going to have an almighty explosion! The readings say so!
CLENT: Well how do you possibly know that, I haven't even, I haven't even processed them through the computer yet!
DOCTOR: I don't need a computer!
GARRETT: If he's right it's already too late to escape!
DOCTOR: No it isn't, it doesn't have to happen, if you'll excuse me.

(He races around the computers, correcting them to avoid the explosion.)

CLENT: ____.
DOCTOR: Cut out the reactor!

(He races to the next station.)

DOCTOR: ____.

(To the next station.)

DOCTOR: ____.
GARRETT: (From the previous station.) There's insufficient power for that.
DOCTOR: Well a quick short burst then from the reactor unit, now.

(GARRETT turns the knob for the power.)


(She turns the knob back.)

DOCTOR: Now link the circuit, with the reactor link.

(She turns another knob.)

DOCTOR: Now, bring in the computer stabiliser.

(He wipes his brow with a cloth.)

DOCTOR: Yes, yes, that should hold it steady. (To CLENT.) It's a, it's not a perfect job, mind you. You ought to get an expert in, you know.
CLENT: How did you... It was all bluff, wasn't it, that two minutes 38 seconds to danger?
DOCTOR: Oh no, it was near enough correct, give or take a second.
CLENT: Rubbish.
DOCTOR: Check it on your precious computer, then.
CLENT: Miss Garrett, do so.

(He hands her his hand written notes. She reads them into the computer.)

GARRETT: Ioniser fall rate: seven-two point four, ion compensator: minus one-seven degrees, ion flow rate: one-three-seven-nine. Assessment please.
COMPUTER: Immediate emergency. In two minutes 37 seconds, the reactor will explode.
DOCTOR: (Innocently.) Well a second out. We... can't all be perfect.
GARRETT: We're at half power now, Leader Clent!
CLENT: Why even Penley couldn't have done better. Where on earth did you spring from?

(The DOCTOR begins to explain.)

CLENT: It doesn't matter, look...

(CLENT goes weak at the knees, and nearly collapses. GARRETT and another staff member run to his aid. CLENT puts his hand to his head.)

GARRETT: Are you alright?
CLENT: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no no no no. It's nothing, it's just um, it's just an emergency ____ and 10 hour duty spell.
GARRETT: The vibro-chair.
CLENT: Yes, you're right. (To the other person that helped him.) Um, contact the Medi-Control Centre the moment there's a further ____ (To the DOCTOR.) We'll talk at the same time, come with me.

(He leaves the room. The DOCTOR says something under his breath to VICTORIA and JAMIE.)

JAMIE: Ask him where we are!


(ARDEN and WALTERS are looking at the frozen humanoid. He is now in a huge block of ice that has been cut out of the cliff. He is huge, with a helmet, and body armour.)

ARDEN: A giant among prehistoric men.
WALTERS: See the kind of armour he's got on?
ARDEN: Yes, that's rather strange. He looks pre-Viking. But no such civilisation existed in prehistoric times before the first ice age.
WALTERS: Ha! Proper "Ice Warrior", isn't he, Sir? I reckon Leader Clent will be interested.
ARDEN: Yes. What'll the mighty computer make of it, eh?
WALTERS: Sir, hadn't we better get back while the weather still holds?
ARDEN: Good point Walters. Davis, try bringing the air-sled a little closer, will you?

(Watching behind a ridge in the glacier face a few meters away are the two men that exited the base earlier.)

STORR: What are they up to?
PENLEY: Arden's found something in the ice. Something to take back to Clent. It won't be appreciated.
STORR: Ar, they ought to leave way alone.
PENLEY: Arden was always a researcher. He wanted to be an archaeologist when I knew him.
STORR: Archaeology. What good's that?
PENLEY: It's good to know things, even when they're dead.
STORR: Nothing's sacred to you, is it?
PENLEY: I only ask questions, it's in my character I suppose.
STORR: Ar, you swore you'd give all that up.
PENLEY: Discovery's as exciting to me as the hunt is to you. But with Clent, he uses scientists' craniums as stepping stones for his ambitions.
STORR: Ar, that's about all you lot are fit for...
PENLEY: Well we're not totally useless, surely?
STORR: To me you are. Come on, we've got to move. Leave them to... stupid games.

(The two move off. They are faced with a barrage of snow. As they walk away they see DAVIS walking past. STORR puts an arm in front of PENLEY to stop him. They hide behind a divot in the glacier face. DAVIS walks close to them, then hears something. He looks up and sees an avalanche headed straight for him. Back where the experiments are being carried out, WALTERS has seen the avalanche, and warns ARDEN.)

WALTERS: Avalanche! Come on!
ARDEN: Where's Davis?
WALTERS: ____.

(He pulls ARDEN into the alcove. Backs on the face, PENLEY tries to warn STORR.)

PENLEY: Storr! Come on! Avalanche!

(DAVIS fails to react, and is swept off the glacier. PENLEY is alright, and finds the battered STORR.)

PENLEY: Storr, are you alright?
STORR: (Dazed.) Penley...
PENLEY: What's the damage?

(He cries as he feels his arm.)

STORR: My arm. It's gone I think.
PENLEY: Broken?
STORR: Feels like it.
PENLEY: Well you're lucky. There's one down there who's staying on the mountain for good.
STORR: They'll... they'll come looking for him. We must move out a bit. Unless you fancy trying to turn me over to your friends.
PENLEY: Six weeks ago they were my friends, but not anymore. Can you walk?
STORR: Aye. Just you try and keep up. Come on.

(The pair walk off. Meanwhile, over with ARDEN and WALTERS they discuss the fate of DAVIS.)

WALTERS: All clear, Sir.
ARDEN: Yes, but how 'bout Davis?
WALTERS: I'll go look for him.
ARDEN: Well let's hope he's safe. With another man gone, Clent'll skin me alive.
WALTERS: Well if he gets too difficult, you can always set your warrior on him, eh Sir?

(WALTERS laughs.)


(CLENT is recovering on his vibro-chair, and is discussing matters with the DOCTOR, VICTORIA, JAMIE and GARRETT. The room, like others in the base, is part of the old house. Computers and video screens pepper it, but old paintings and bookshelves remain on the wall.)

CLENT: But you've no valid proof of your qualifications?
DOCTOR: Look, aren't we wasting time?

(He takes off his jacket.)

DOCTOR: If you want our help, why not tell us all about it?
CLENT: All about it? All about what? Where have you been all these years?
DOCTOR: (Blustering his way out of it.) Well, er, as a matter of fact, we've, we've been in retreat. In, in Tibet. We are sanctifiers.
CLENT: Oh, I see. In Tibet. Well if you'll take a simple test, I'll soon know if you're up to our scientific standards.
DOCTOR: I see, and er, if I fail?
CLENT: You'll be evacuated with the other scavengers in due course.
JAMIE: Oh, where to?
GARRETT: The African rehabilitation centres, of course.
VICTORIA: Oh no, not Africa.
DOCTOR: Very well, fire away.
CLENT: I present you a problem.
CLENT: All the major continents are threatened with destruction, under the glaciers of the second ice age.
CLENT: How would you halt the ice surge, and turn the climate back to normal? 45 seconds, starting from... now.

(The DOCTOR looks outraged with the question. GARRETT sets the clock going on CLENT's word. JAMIE and VICTORIA exchange worried glances.)

DOCTOR: Oh, er, ahem, er, possible causes, er, the reversal of the magnetic field.
CLENT: No such change has occurred.
DOCTOR: Um, interstellar clouds, er, obscuring the suns rays.

(CLENT shakes his head.)

DOCTOR: An excessive burst of sunspot activity.

(CLENT shakes his head again.)

DOCTOR: A severe shift of the Earth's angle of rotation.

(CLENT shakes his head. The clock shows 24, then 25 seconds.)

VICTORIA: Come on Doctor.
DOCTOR: There aren't that many alternatives. Gigantic heat loss, eh? Er.
CLENT: I asked for an answer, not a question. Twelve seconds left.
DOCTOR: Oh. Er. Oh well. Ahem. In that case the answer's simple. A severe drop in the carbon dioxide level in the Earth's lower atmosphere. Is that it?

(He looks up at the timer, which ticks over to 45.)

DOCTOR: I would use ionisation.

(There is a ding from the timer.)

JAMIE: Well, is he right?

(CLENT gets up from the vibro-chair.)

CLENT: Yes, he is.

(VICTORIA sighs her relief.)

VICTORIA: But I still don't understand.
DOCTOR: Well the carbon dioxide level in the Earth's atmosphere helps retain the suns heat. Take that gas away, and there's a sudden freeze up.
JAMIE: Oh, where does the gas go to?
DOCTOR: Well ...
CLENT: (Interrupting.) You know how efficient our civilisation is, thanks to the direction of the great world computer. And you also know how we conquered the problem of world famine a century ago by artificial food. On the land that was once used to grow the food we needed, we built up-to-date living units, to house the ever-increasing population.

(CLENT dials up a type of food on the computer in the room, and retrieves it from the bottom of the machine.)

DOCTOR: Up to date? (Indicating the current surrounding.)
CLENT: Well there were exceptions, of course. I mean this house was classified as being historic interest. So, the amount of growing plants on the planet, was reduced to an absolute minimum.
DOCTOR: No plants, no carbon dioxide.
CLENT: Then suddenly, one year, there was no spring.

(The DOCTOR, JAMIE and VICTORIA look sad.)

CLENT: Even then it wasn't understood. Not until the ice-caps began to advance.
JAMIE: Er, but er, what's this ioniser?
CLENT: Um, Miss Garrett.
GARRETT: Ionisation is a method of intensifying the suns heat onto the Earth, but into particular areas.
DOCTOR: Yeah, it's like a magnifying glass, Jamie.
JAMIE: Oh, aye.
VICTORIA: You mean you can melt glaciers and change the weather?
CLENT: Um, when certain difficulties are overcome.
GARRETT: Precise control is not easy.
CLENT: We can't afford to make mistakes. Ionisation can produce temperatures intense enough to melt rock.
GARRETT: Only by maintaining a perfect balance can we prevent widespread flooding.
DOCTOR: Can't your computers solve the problem of control?
GARRETT: Of course they can!
GARRETT: When the input data is complete they will give us the solution.
DOCTOR: Oh, I see. And when will that be?
GARRETT: Soon Doctor, soon.
DOCTOR: What's the position now?

(CLENT points to a screen.)

CLENT: Well we're barely holding the glacier in check. Now there you see a world map of the situation at the moment.

(CLENT changes the display to another map.)

CLENT: And there you see what's, erm, going on in our sector. But if we fail, then not only will Europe be swallowed up, but the balance of power will be ruined, and the whole world program will, will go under.
DOCTOR: And the glaciers will win.
CLENT: My senior scientist Penley, is missing. I think you have the capabilities to join us here. This great mission. Will you help us?
DOCTOR: Well I, I'm willing to try.
CLENT: Jolly good. Jolly good. Er, Miss Garrett will give you some background information. You've worked with computers, I presume?
DOCTOR: Er, only when I have to.
GARRETT: Well Miss Garrett is our computer specialist, she'll help you.
DOCTOR: Oh, I'll try and remember that.
GARRETT: Here we are completely computerised.
DOCTOR: (He sympathises.) Oh never mind.
GARRETT: Every decision is checked, to eliminate risk of failure. Because of course, all decisions, all actions, must conform to the common good.

(The DOCTOR looks unimpressed.)


(ARDEN is leading a group of men who are carrying the warrior, who is still encased in a block of ice, to show to CLENT.)

ARDEN: This way, gentlemen, this way. Right.

(He neatens up his appearance, in preparation to impress CLENT.)

ARDEN: Now do be careful. 'Round here. Steady with her.


(CLENT is now lying on his vibro-chair again. ARDEN enters the room...)

CLENT: Is this... your full co-operation, Arden? How do you expect us to carry out this...

(He sees what is being taken into the room.)

CLENT: Great heavens.
ARDEN: Yes, I thought you'd be impressed Clent. Right chaps, lets have him over here...

(Everyone rushes over to see the discovery.)

ARDEN: This way, this way...
VICTORIA: What is it?
JAMIE: It looks like a Viking warrior. Look at the helmet.
DOCTOR: Frozen for centuries in the ice. Perfectly preserved. Hm, that's odd though.
ARDEN: What? Who are you?
CLENT: An addition to our staff, Arden. What's odd Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well the helmet, it's wrong. When this man was frozen to death only primitive cavemen existed.
ARDEN: Well I say it's an undiscovered civilisation. Think of the implications!
CLENT: Well whatever the implications, it must still take second place to out ioniser project. We have our daily planning conference in three minutes fifteen seconds, exactly.

(He starts to walk off.)

CLENT: Come along Arden! Play with your toy after the meeting.

(CLENT, GARRETT and ARDEN move off, while the DOCTOR closely examines the warrior.)

JAMIE: Well, what's supposed to happen, Doctor?
DOCTOR: You see this fellow Arden has set the electricity so that the ice melts very slowly, allowing for the resistance.
VICTORIA: It's working quite quickly.
DOCTOR: Well, I suspect there are some impurities in the ice. I say.

(He has noticed something on the warriors head.)

DOCTOR: Look at that.
JAMIE: What is it?
DOCTOR: It's an electronic connection. I'm sure of it.
VICTORIA: It can't be.
DOCTOR: Now you wait here, and, and don't touch anything.

(He races off. A sheet comes down dividing the room and cutting off VICTORIA and JAMIE from the warrior.)

JAMIE: What's got into him all of a sudden?
VICTORIA: I don't know. Scientists are all alike, eureka and all that.
JAMIE: Aye. Could do with a go on this, maybe.

(He climbs onto the vibro-chair and lies down. Out of view of the duo, the ice continues to drop off the warrior at a rapid rate.)

JAMIE: Er, Victoria.
JAMIE: You see how those lassies were dressed?
VICTORIA: Yes I did. And trust you to think of something like that.
JAMIE: What? Couldn't help thinking about it.
VICTORIA: Well I think it's disgusting, wearing that kind of thing.
JAMIE: (Mocking.) Oh, aye, so it is, so it is. You er, you don't see yourself dressed like that then?
JAMIE: Oh, I'm sorry, it was just an idea.
VICTORIA: We will now change the subject, please. I want to look at this man.

(Behind the cover, the warrior is now completely unfrozen. Somehow it has returned to life, It flexes its hand, and moves its head towards the approaching VICTORIA.)

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