DOCTOR WHO - Missing believed wiped? Fury From The Deep

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Say no to weed! That's the conclusion Christopher Morley comes to as he looks back at the missing Second Doctor adventure, Fury From The Deep.


Perhaps overlooked (not surprising as it's currently deemed to be missing from any archives, in its entirety), Fury From The Deep is notable for many reasons. Not only does the Doctor have to wave goodbye to yet another companion - Victoria Waterfield following in the footsteps of Susan Foreman, Ian Chesterton, Barbara Wright, Ben Jackson & Babs's near-namesake Polly in leaving their TARDIS travels behind, but it marks the maiden outing for a certain sonic device that 'doesn't do wood'.

Having just about escaped the Great Intelligence's clutches in The Web Of Fear, safe in the knowledge it won't bother him again until a good nine incarnations later, the next stop for the venerable police box is the then-present day, 1968. Where are they?

It appears the machine the Doctor would later call 'sexy' has rather clumsily left them little time to protect themselves against what could be messy ends in Davy Jones's Locker, materialising in mid-air & forcing a landing on the surface of the water.


Jamie just might never hear the comforting rasp of the pipes or even see his native Scotland again, Victoria could be set to reunite with her father beyond the Pearly Gates..& the Doctor will just regenerate, becoming his dandiest self yet.

All talk of sinking into the briny deep will have to wait, though. Luckily for our intrepid trio,within the bowels of the most beautiful thing the Doctor has or will ever see there's a rubber dinghy. Procuring it from somewhere, they row ashore- this not being Oxford or Cambridge there's little chance of disrupting the Boat Race.


Presumably electing himself coxswain for the journey, as he will do at a rather more leisurely pace three selves later in Shada while taking the lovely Romana for a punt down the Cam, the threesome eventually make it ashore, the Second having no doubt regaled them with tales of his athletic career as part of the Time Lord Academy's own rowing team, nominating himself as the finest pilot of an AquaTARDIS there ever was.

Before he can fully explain to his companions just how much better at the sport he & his team-mates were than their Earthly equivalents as they have what looks like a rather fun foam-fight, though, they're taken down with tranquilliser darts, docile prisoners of the ESGO (European Sea Gas) refinery as a warning against using the aforementioned screwdriver to have a nose round important- looking pipes which the Doctor's already managed not to heed.

Coming to after their enforced naps, somebody wants to ask them a few questions. His name's Robson - he's the big chief here. His deputy Frank Harris - the chap he entrusts with doling out the antidote to the the cause of their sleepy heads - just happens to be a lot nicer.


They also get something of an inkling as to what might have drawn Sexy here when told that they've lost contact with their crew-mates further out at sea. That noise they heard in the pipe just might be worth bothering with after all, then! Could it be the Macra striking again? After all they do have form when it comes to this sort of thing (The Macra Terror).

Perhaps with this in mind the Doctor is quick to tell Harris of the movements he & his friends heard in the pipes, but is equally quickly shot down by the revelation that the gas flow would never be allowed to be ceased - not even for a full investigation of what may or may not be down there. As if to allay any fears, communication with another rig is speedily re-established.


Something quite clearly is the matter, though - speaking to Carney, the man at what's named as Rig D, he's vague in his answers to any question put to him & seems to be speaking as quietly as possible. Looks like they might need new radios if nothing else. Robson is informed of the Doctor's hunch that there just might be a malignant influence at play, which he dismisses out of hand as complete poppycock - the fool! Meanwhile the only man who can actually help them out of their pickle is making an escape attempt. Luckily, it succeeds & he, Jamie & Victoria can go free as well as start to get to the bottom of what is becoming a rather odd mystery...

Harris's good lady wife Maggie, meanwhile, is about to see her day take rather a big turn for the worse. Hubby's been sent home to look for a file of evidence to support his claim to have evidence that the rig should stop its gas operations forthwith, & entrusts her to find it in his desk. She does, but finds a piece of seaweed inside. 'Maybe he took some work to the beach to do at his leisure on a nice day', she could have thought. But to her surprise, the offending weed stings her! In a display of quick thinking, she chucks it out.

Could that be the end of the matter? Of course not - it's alive! Maybe now someone will listen to the Doctor's theory. Not till it's seemingly too late & the 'Weed Creatures' have Victoria locked in the oxygen store...just in the nick of time, though, she's rescued by the Doctor & Jamie (who seems to consider her almost like a sister). 


Maggie's having a tough time of it, too, struggling for control of her own mind against the growing interference of the weed (a struggle several hippies may well have also experienced or indeed still be experiencing), an effort she laboriously succeeds in for now.

Robson, though, believes the whole thing to be a simple mechanical fault & absolutely flat out refuses to cease operations. Seeking a doctor to help his missus out of her malady, Harris practically begs Robson's permission to allow for the Doctor himself to do a home visit, to which his boss begrudgingly agrees. Finally, we might be getting somewhere.

Refrain from any loud 'hallelujahs' just yet, though. Mrs Harris does indeed get the pleasure of a visit- but its from the maintenance men, Mr Oak & his colleague Mr Quill (whom she doesn't know are also under the seaweedy spell) , who kindly attack her on the pretence of an important maintenance assignment.


The bounders, eh? The intended visitor & chums, with Maggie's other half in tow, do of course make it back to the marital home, but find it rather more full of gas than they'd have liked unless of course anyone in the travelling party or indeed the somewhat unluckier of the two Harrises had beans on toast for breakfast/lunch. Possibly while fighting off a collective attack of the bottom-burps, the Doctor & pals manage to collect a sample of the not so little weed to take back to the TARDIS for further testing.

Which, before anyone says anything, under no circumstances means they wangle it back through the doors, grind it down, light it & smoke it while the Time Lord attempts to learn Black Sabbath's Sweet Leaf on his ever-trusty recorder. No, his listens to the Master Of Reality album are limited to when he's pretty sure Jamie & Zoe have gone to bed, though he's also damn sure he's heard McCrimmon attempt to squeak out Into The Void on his pipes.


Any attempt to master the whole of Volume 4 following the previous year's successful rendering of the whole of Paranoid will have to wait, though. Jamie's spotted something through a microscope- the weed is indeed alive! And Victoria plays her part beautifully, noting exactly what the nature of the beastie is from a book of the Doctor's specifically dedicated to myths & superstition. Proof that there is a definitive answer to the question of whether there is indeed magic in the world, as his next self will ponder over in The Daemons?

You decide, dear reader. For now, he's got to stop the rapidly-growing weed from escaping its tank having noted Jamie's sneezing fit - a first sign of a reaction to the watery interloper. The Harris household is now similarly overrun & all this running around is starting to frighten poor Victoria. At least we've now established the weed is most certainly a parasite & the cause of the gas - finally. Turns out it wants to conquer Earth, too - most inconvenient timing.


From thereon in it all goes a bit disaster movie as the Doctor battles to stop the demon (or should that be Daemon?) weed, until it surrenders its hold over all those it possesses - leaving the way clear for a nice dinner back at the now handily weed-free Harris homestead. 

Gallifrey's best pest controller quickly twigs that Victoria would rather not return to the TARDIS in future, & their hosts happily offer themselves as candidates for adoptive parents, in a sense, Ms Waterfield's dear papa having been shot down in The Evil Of The Daleks.

Following a sleepover, then, its time for the Doctor & Jamie to depart without her - Jamie's somewhat stung by her choice to leave them behind, but soon they'll find a more than capable replacement (The Wheel In Space is next up). 

Note, though, that he doesn't seem to remember a thing about any of this by the time of The Two Doctors...Season 6B theorists, take note!

Join us later today as we look back at The Highlanders.
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