Doctor Who

Ow!

Come on! Stop struggling.

You're gonna regret this! Completely ridiculous!

Get your hands off me! Ah!

I think that makes my answer clear. Don't you?

Oh, and, er... If you're gonna go to print, spell my name right.

Rattigan, with two Ts.

Oh, this goes way beyond the newspapers!

This thing's worldwide! I'm telling you, ATMOS is dangerous.

But if you had proof, then you wouldn't be here. Fine.

If you won't listen, I'll find someone else who will.

'Welcome. What is your destination?'

Oh, shut up, you're the last thing I need.

'ATMOS cannot be disabled.'

Right, then.

Take me to UNIT headquarters. Tower Bridge, London.

'UNIT headquarters.' Her name's Jo Nakashima.

Freelance journalist. Clever, by the sound of it.

Not as clever as me, but that goes without saying.

I'd recommend...termination.

Remember your status, boy.

We do not take orders from humans.

I said...recommend.

Then your advice shows military wisdom. She will be terminated.

Cool.

'This is UNIT extension 221...' Not answerphone!

Yes, this is a message for Colonel Mace, from Jo, Jo Nakashima.

Look, you should've got my e-mail.

I've been investigating deaths related to ATMOS systems.

'Go straight on.' I can't prove anything, but there's got to be a link.

I need you to check out the people who died in ATMOS cars yesterday -

check out the time.

'Turn right.'

I don't believe this.

'This is your final destination.'

I said take me to UNIT!

'Go straight on.' I don't think so.

I'll find my own way, thanks. ENGINE REVS

'This is your final destination...' No!

'This is your final destination...' No! Help!

'This is your final destination.' No! No! No!

NO!

I can't believe I'm doing this!

No, neither can I. Ooh, careful.

Left hand down. Left hand down!

You're getting a bit too close to the 1980s!

What am I gonna do, put a dent in them? Someone did.

Hold on.

That's a phone!

You've got a mobile? Since when?

It's not mine.

Hello.

Doctor? It's Martha.

And I'm bringing you back to earth.

Doctor Who - 4x04 "The Sontaran Stratagem"

Update: LauCass

Martha Jones.

Doctor.

You haven't changed a bit! Neither have you! How's the family?

You know, not so bad. Recovering. What about you?

Right.

I should've known. Didn't take you long to replace me, then.

Don't fight! Martha, Donna, Donna, Martha.

Please don't fight, I can't bear it.

You wish! I've heard all about you.

He talks about you all the time. I dread to think.

No, no, no, no. He says nice things!

Good things! Nice things. Really good things.

He's told you everything!

Didn't take you long to get over it, though.

Who's the lucky man? Lucky what?

She's engaged, you prawn.

Really? Who to? Tom, that Tom Milligan.

He's in paediatrics, working out in Africa right now.

I know - a doctor who disappears off to distant places. Tell me about it. Is he skinny?

No, he's sort of...strong.

HE is too skinny for words! You give him a hug, you get a paper cut!

Oh! I'd rather you were fighting! Speaking of which...

'Dr Jones, come in. Over.' This is Doctor Jones.

Operation Blue Sky is go, go, go. I repeat, this is a go!

Unified Intelligence Taskforce! Raise that barrier now!

Leave your safeties on, lads, it's non-hostiles.

Workers, lay down your tools and surrender.

Greyhound Six to Trap One.

B Section, go, go, go! Search the ground floor, grid pattern Delta.

What are you searching for? Illegal aliens.

This is a UNIT operation!

All workers lay down your tools and surrender immediately.

This is a UNIT operation!

B Section mobilised! E Section, F Section, on my command!

Is that what you did to her?

Turned her into a soldier?

As predicted. The UNIT forces have moved to the penultimate stage.

Observe their troops. Thin fabrics.

Exposed skin. Feeble weapons.

These are toy soldiers! The playthings of children!

And you're qualified now?

UNIT rushed it through, given my field experience. Here we go.

We're establishing a field base on site.

They're dying to meet you.

Wish I could say the same.

Operation Blue Sky complete, sir.

Thanks for letting me take the lead. And this...is the Doctor.

Doctor, Colonel Mace. Sir!

Oh, don't salute. But it's an honour, sir. I've read all the files.

Technically, you're still on staff. You never resigned.

What, you used to work for them?

Yeah, long time ago. Back in the '70s.

Or was it the '80s? It was all a bit more homespun back then.

Times have changed, sir. Yeah, that's enough of the "sir".

Doctor, you've been on board the Valiant.

We've got massive funding from the United Nations. All in the name of homeworld security.

A modern UNIT for the modern world.

Arresting ordinary factory workers?

In the street? In broad daylight?

It's like Guantanamo Bay out there. Donna, by the way.

Donna Noble, since you didn't ask. I'll have a salute.

Ma'am.

Thank you.

So tell me. What's going on in that factory?

Yesterday, 52 people died in identical circumstances.

Right across the world, in 11 different time zones.

5am in the UK, 6am in France, 8am in Moscow, 1pm in China...

Simultaneously?

Exactly. 52 deaths, at the exact same moment, worldwide.

How? They were all inside their cars.

Poisoned. I checked the biopsies, no toxins.

Whatever it is, left the system immediately.

What have the cars got in common? They're all fitted with ATMOS.

And that is the ATMOS factory.

What's ATMOS? Oh, come on. Even I know that.

Everyone's got ATMOS! Stands for Atmospheric Omission System.

Fit ATMOS in your car, it reduces CO2 emissions to zero. Zero?!

No carbon, none at all?

Sat-nav and 20 quid in shopping vouchers if you introduce a friend. Bargain!

And this is where they make it, Doctor. Shipping worldwide.

17 factories worldwide, but this is the central depot -

sending ATMOS to every country on earth. And you think ATMOS is alien?

Come on, look lively.

Up the pace. We haven't got all day now!

And here it is, laid bare.

ATMOS can be threaded through any and every make of car.

You must've checked it. We did, we found nothing.

That's why I thought we needed an expert. Really, who did you get?

Oh, right! Me! Yes! Good.

OK, so why would aliens be so keen on cleaning up our atmosphere?

Very good question.

Maybe they want to help.

Get rid of pollution and stuff.

Do you know how many cars there are on planet earth?

800 million.

Imagine that.

If you could control them, you'd have 800 million weapons.

We should head back.

There's not much down here. Should be just boiler rooms, generators.

Aye, aye.

What's this, then?

You two. All personnel have been ordered to evacuate. The building's under UNIT control.

This area is out of bounds. Excuse me, sunshine?

I think you'll find we're in charge.

We can do this the easy way...

or the hard way.

General Staal. They are close.

Excellent! And like a good warrior,

I shall enter the fray myself! Let them pass.

Come on.

What the hell?

Greyhound 16 to Trap One.

We've found something. Basement corridor, north side, grid 36.

Request backup, over.

It's like something boiling...

Don't touch it! Come on, Steve!

We get first rights on this. That means promotion!

Just leave it alone!

Wait for back up.

What was that?

Came from inside.

Could just be the machinery.

Is there someone in there? Hello?

We've got to get this open.

We should wait! You could suffocate in there!

Greyhound 16 to Trap One, request immediate assistance.

Repeat, immediate assistance, over.

How do you work this thing? Come on!

Oh, God, it stinks!

What the hell is that stuff?

Identify yourself! Identify!

Greyhound 16 declaring absolute emergency, sir.

Repeat, absolute emergency, over!

Can you hear me? Can you understand me?

Look at its neck.

It's like...an umbilical cord.

Well, don't get too close.

I think it's harmless.

I don't even think it's properly alive.

It's gonna drown. No...

I think it breathes this stuff.

Like some kind of embryo. What do you mean, an embryo?

Someone's growing a body.

A human body. Excellent skills of deduction.