(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
So that's what caused the burning.
(GASPS)
I do beg your pardon.
Mistress?
(SCANNERS BEEPING)
Response negative.
(DISTORTED) Batteries require recharge.
Returning to the city.
(PANTING)
She's seen too much!
Kill her!
No.
(SCREAMS)
- Who is she? - BROTADAC: I found her here.
You're not a Tigellan.
- Where are you from? - If I told you, you wouldn't understand.
Try me.
Let go and I'll tell you.
Thank you.
My ship landed here by mistake.
- Let's kill her. Meglos won't like it. - I'm handling this, not Meglos.
- What ship? - I'll show you if I can find it.
Hmm. All right.
Move! (GRUNTS)
And then we waited outside. We saw the Doctor leave.
And when we came in here, the Dodecahedron was gone.
- But how long was he here? - Moments, hardly any time.
It's incomprehensible.
There's no way that I know
of single-handedly moving an object like that.
An object like what?
The Dodecahedron, of course.
But what was it like?
Oh, yes, we could divine its shape and size and colour.
And from up there we could estimate its output.
But what do we really know about it?
Well, over the years we've formed theories about how it works.
Oh, the source of all our energy, the heart of our civilisation.
are a few vague theories.
Yes, and all because of these Deons.
When the Doctor came in here, you're certain he was alone?
- Completely. - So how?
MALE TIGELLAN ON PA: Central control to Deedrix.
Power drain is reaching critical.
Critical? The whole city will collapse.
How many times have I told the Chamber?
We should be on the surface. Yes, yes, I know.
Come along, they'll need you, too.
(CHITTERING FROM SURROUNDING JUNGLE)
That's our spacecraft.
You've been leading us round in circles.
Essential services only. Close down all other sections.
I'm reducing lighting and cutting thermostat temperature to minimum.
- Giving us? - About two hours. But hurry!
What, you mean completely disappeared, evaporated?
What did you do?
Well, as I recall the Dodecahedron, it was much too large to move.
But can't you see you've paralysed our city?
- I'm so sorry. - Answer me.
What happened to the Dodecahedron?
I keep telling you, I don't know. I've only just arrived.
But I saw you.
- Doctor. - Yes?
Whatever reasons you had for doing this,
the fact remains that without the Dodecahedron's energy,
in two hours' time, this city will be dead.
In two hours'...
You saw me?
(GRUNTS)
You tried to trick us.
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now.
- Anti-clockwise rotation. - What?
I forgot that the planet rotates in an anti-clockwise direction.
What's she talking about?
- Rotating direction revolving. - Oh.
Well, what difference does that make?
Don't you see?
If we'd gone the other way, we wouldn't have come back to the same point.
- Ah. No, no. - Mmm.
Well, I'll give you one last chance, and you'd better get it right.
Move!
(IN ALIEN VOICE) I need you back in.
Let go of me!
You've no right!
Quite right.
But academic.
Even if this girl exists, it will prove nothing.
And he won't even admit he took the Deon oath
- and entered the power room. - I think I see the problem.
I'm going to seal off the city. We'll search every area.
No, no, no! Wait, wait! Wait.
- There are three possibilities. - What do you mean?
One, the chronic hysteresis. I've never been in one before,
but it just might have projected a time image of me.
It's theoretically possible, isn't it?
You will have to do better than that, Doctor.
- Ah. - I think you're a fraud and a liar.
- Well, that makes even less sense. - Oh? Why?
Well, simply, I just don't do that sort of thing.
And the third possibility?
I think what we've got here is a good old-fashioned doppelganger.
I'll deal with this. Go to section four food bays and turn off the ray lamps.
(GASPING)
Ice forming in the sub-corridors.
I can't keep essential services running, Zastor.
- We'll have to evacuate. - One moment.
I want to trust you, Doctor, but how can I doubt my own eyes?
Well, that's the problem with doppelgangers, you see.
You never know who's who.
Confine him. He must not be permitted down there again.
No, Lexa.
Very well, Doctor. This time we will go to the power room together.
Right. And let's hope that many hands will make the lights work.
No, Zastor.
There is another way.
But why should I lead you out of the city, Doctor?
Well, precisely because I'm not the Doctor.
Then who are you?
I am Meglos!
Last Zolfa-Thuran.
- The dead planet? - Yes.
But why should that make me obey you?
Because of this.
(GASPING)
(WHIMPERING)
That's impossible.
Yes, the ultimate impossibility.
It is not in anger, believers.
Although we have cause for anger, we will act in justice.
Ezrith, come with me.
The rest of you, do nothing until I give the word.
How much more of this jungle, Grugger?
Oh, look at this jacket!
Stop.
How much longer is there of this?
I don't know.
It is extremely hard to navigate on a planet that rotates anti-clockwise.
However, I'm pretty certain that it's this way.
Ah.
Or is it that way?
(GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)
No, no, no, no. It's definitely this way.
(GROANING)
Deons. What are they up to?
Follow us.
Well, it would have to be solid,
assuming some process like barrier multiplication.
Well, yes, we always presumed it would be heavy.
Ha! Heavy?
Assuming an atomic weight of 200,
not even a dozen Tigellans could have carried it away.
So where is it?
There's no question about where it is.
It's been taken back by the god.
What is this, Lexa?
We are taking over.
In order to pacify the god,
all non-believers will be collected and exiled to the surface.
- But they won't survive up there... - Take him away.
No! Frankly, you need me as an adviser.
I've been a believer all my life. You can't do this.
Faith dwells in the deed, Zastor, not in the word.
DEEDRIX: He's an old man, Lexa! The plants will kill him!
Just how dangerous are the plants?
Ultimately? Lethal.
Ah, in that case I must hurry. I've got a friend on the surface.
- No, Doctor. - No?
You are going to bring back the Dodecahedron.
Well, I'd be delighted to help in the ordinary way...
No, Doctor. Not in the ordinary way.
- Not in the ordinary way? - No.
Prepare him for sacrifice.
Wait.
You said we'd wait for Meglos.
He'll be back. Stop panicking.
- How do we know there is a ship? - If she's lying, she dies.
Ow! Don't keep doing that.
I know I landed very close to...
Here!
LEXA ON PA: Closing the city exit.
Closing the city exit.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
(K9 SPEAKING SLOWLY, INDISTINCT)
K9? K9.
Do something.
K9: (POWERING DOWN) Mistress...
Oh, come on. I can't just leave you there.
(SIGHING)
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
BROTADAC: What do we do now?
We're going in.
You can't get out now. They've sealed the exit.
No, there's been a change of plan.
There's a ventilation shaft on the second landing.
That's no good to you now.
We've closed them all down to preserve the heat.
You're lying, of course.
You're trapped. We're all trapped. Lexa's in control.
(SCOFFS) We'll make for the main entrance.
- No one can stop me now. - EARTHLING: Are you sure?
What?
Earthling?
You again?
(IN ALIEN VOICE) No. No. It's no use struggling.
You can't escape.
Oh, Earthling.
No. It will kill you.
- Nothing could be worse than this! - What?
A hero and a fool?
You are a very dangerous combination, Earthling.
Whoever or whatever you are, you're coming with me.
GRUGGER: Come on, hurry up!
Get in! Heave!
(RAM POUNDING)
Urgent, urgent. Where are they? Come in, central control.
Into position. Prepare to fire.
(SCREAMS)
TIGELLAN GUARD: Out of the way! Pull her clear!
K9, I'll find somewhere to recharge you.
TIGELLAN GUARD: Get out.
(MEN SCREAMING)
The Doctor?
Here.
- You're useless! - (K9 BEEPS)
Come on, let's go.
Doctor?
What is he doing?
That wasn't the Doctor.
- Well, General. - Well?
We waited one hour.
- Precisely. - Shut up.
And what's happened? Nothing. It's a catastrophe. You've failed.
The Dodecahedron!
I knew he could do that. How did you do that?
- We told him how to do it. - Gentlemen. Gentlemen.
This is only the beginning.
Faith, Deons.
We can restore the Dodecahedron
by offering the angry god an exchange for its return.
His life for the great light that illuminates us all.
We've done it. We've done it. A complete success! (LAUGHS)
Taking off, Brotadac.
If you want to come with us, I suggest you close the doors.
Oh, huh.
- Well done, Brotadac. - Huh.
Destination Zolfa-Thura, I think, General.
I hope it was all worth it, Meglos.
Oh, I think you'll find this will replace the odd torn jacket, hmm?
MALE TIGELLAN ON PA: The Doctor has escaped.
The doors are breached. All guards to the gate immediately.
If that was Meglos, what about the Doctor?
- You're sure he's here? - Positive.
Then where is he?
O great gods of Ti,
we offer you this sacrifice and beseech you
to restore the Dodecahedron, once more to shine in Tigella.
Thanks be to Ti.
ALL: Thanks be to Ti.
(EXHALES)