BY: "STEPHEN HARRIS" (ROBERT HOLMES AND LEWIS GREIFER)
Part One
Original Air Date: 25 October 1975
Running time: 25:22
SCARMAN (OOV.): Gently. Be careful. That's it.
SCARMAN: It's perfect. It's absolutely untouched. The reliquaries are still sealed. Look at this. Great heaven, this tomb must date back to the First Dynasty of the Pharaohs. How many thousands of years since the priests sealed the inner chamber and draped this tapestry across the entrance?
SCARMAN: Achmed, your lantern, man. Quickly, quickly. It's the Eye of Horus.
ACHMED: No, Professor Scarman!
SCARMAN: Come back! Come back! I need your help! Superstitious savage. I've come too far to turn back now.
SARAH: Hey, Doctor. Doctor, look what I've found.
DOCTOR: Hello, Vicky.
SARAH: What?
DOCTOR: Hmm? Where did you get that dress?
SARAH: I just told you. I found it back there in the wardrobe. Why, don't you like it?
DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, I always did. Victoria wore it. She travelled with me for a time.
SARAH: Well, as long as Albert didn't wear it. Oh, come on, Doctor. That's worth a smile, surely? What's the matter? You should be glad to be going home.
DOCTOR: The Earth isn't my home, Sarah. I'm a Time Lord.
SARAH: I know you're a Time Lord.
DOCTOR: You don't understand the implications. I'm not a human being. I walk in eternity.
SARAH: What's that supposed to mean?
DOCTOR: It means I've lived for something like seven hundred and fifty years.
SARAH: Oh, you'll soon be middle aged.
DOCTOR: Yes! About time I found something better to do than run around after the Brigadier.
SARAH: Oh, come on. If you're tired of being UNIT's scientific advisor, you can always resign.
SARAH: What was it?
DOCTOR: The relative continuum stabiliser failed.
SARAH: No, not that. I mean the thing.
DOCTOR: What thing?
SARAH: There was a terrible face just for a second, then it was gone. You don't believe me, do you.
DOCTOR: Nothing can enter the TARDIS. Unless
SARAH: Unless what?
DOCTOR: Mental projection of that force is beyond imagination, yet it might explain the stabiliser failure. Let's see. Was it at this end of the spectrum?
SARAH: No, Doctor, don't! Whatever it was, I know it was totally malevolent.
DOCTOR: We've landed.
SARAH: Where? Where have we landed?
DOCTOR: We've materialised at the correct point in space, but obviously not in time. A temporal reverse? Some vast impulse of energy has drawn the TARDIS off course.
SARAH: You're saying this in UNIT HQ, but years before I knew it?
DOCTOR: Yes.
SARAH: But it's so different. It can't be the same house.
DOCTOR: It must be the old priory. The UNIT house was built on the site.
SARAH: The old priory was burnt down, wasn't it?
DOCTOR: Something's very wrong.
SARAH: Doctor, I don't like it here.
DOCTOR: Something's going on contrary to the laws of the universe. I must find out what.
COLLINS: Excuse me, sir.
NAMIN: Get out. Get out of here! (he stops playing) How dare you disturb me? Get out. Get out at once!
COLLINS: I'm sorry, sir, but the gentleman insisted.
NAMIN: Gentleman? What gentleman?
COLLINS: He's an old friend of Professor Scarman, sir.
NAMIN: I ordered that no one was to be admitted, Collins. I told you no callers!
WARLOCK: Don't blame Collins. Forced entry, sir.
NAMIN: This is outrageous.
WARLOCK: Call it what you like. I've a few questions to put to you.
NAMIN: All right, Collins.
NAMIN: So you have some questions?
WARLOCK: My name is Warlock. Doctor Warlock. I live in the village, and Professor Scarman is my oldest friend.
NAMIN: I am Ibrahim Namin.
WARLOCK: I know your name. It's your business that I am concerned with. Called at the lodge on my way up. Had a word with Scarman's brother, Laurence. He tells me you've had the infernal impudence to bar him from this house.
NAMIN: I am acting under instructions from Professor Scarman.
WARLOCK: I don't believe it.
NAMIN: I have his letter of authority. I have brought back from Egypt all the relics discovered by the Professor on his recent expedition. My orders are to store them safely and allow no one admittance to the Professor himself returns. That is an end to it, Doctor Warlock.
WARLOCK: Oh, no, sir. Not by a long chalk!
WARLOCK (OOV.): I came here to find out what's going on, and I'm not leaving until I do.
(Storage room]
DOCTOR: Why bother to lock an internal door?
SARAH: Maybe this wing of the house isn't in use. It smells musty enough.
DOCTOR: That isn't all must, Sarah. Some of it's mummy. French picklock. Never fails. Belonged to Marie Antoinette. Charming lady. Lost her head, poor thing.
DOCTOR: Of course, it would make an ideal headquarters for some paramilitary organisation. This room could easily be turned into a laboratory. Oh, hello.
COLLINS: Who are you? How did you get in here?
DOCTOR: Through the window. I understood the property was for sale. No?
COLLINS: Ah, you're not fooling me, sir. You came with Doctor Warlock, didn't you.
DOCTOR: Did we?
COLLINS: He asked you to scout round whilst he kept his nibs busy. Listen, if you're a friend of Doctor Warlock, sir, tell him to watch out.
SARAH: Watch out for what?
COLLINS: The Egyptian. There's no knowing what he might do. He's got the temper of the devil himself.
DOCTOR: Egyptian, eh? Is this where he keeps his relatives?
COLLINS: It's no joke, sir. He's only been here a few days. I wouldn't be staying, but, well, situations aren't easy to find at my age.
DOCTOR: What are you afraid of?
COLLINS: He locked this wing. He didn't know there was a second key. If he were to find me along here, let alone you two, he'd go stark raving mad, sir.
DOCTOR: I see. In that case, we'd better leave.
COLLINS: Oh, not this way, sir. Better go the way you came. He might see you.
DOCTOR: As you wish.
COLLINS: And remember to tell Doctor Warlock what I said, sir.
DOCTOR: Don't worry. I'll remember.
WARLOCK (OOV.): Utter humbug. That letter's a bogus fabrication if ever I saw one.
NAMIN (OOV.): Are you alleging that it is forged?
WARLOCK (OOV.): I am, sir, and I intend to prove it.
NAMIN (OOV.): I warn you, Doctor Warlock, do not interfere.
WARLOCK (OOV.): Are you threatening me?
NAMIN: It is not I who thr*aten. There are ancient powers gathering in this place. Powers beyond the comprehension of unbelievers.
WARLOCK: Ancient balderdash. Now let me warn you, Namin. Unless you give me some straight answers, I'm going to the police.
NAMIN: To say what? That a foreigner is living in Professor Scarman's house?
WARLOCK: To say that he's not been seen for weeks. That his baggage is lying unclaimed in his hotel. Oh, yes, I've had some enquiries made in Cairo.
WARLOCK: What the devil?
NAMIN: Open, the fool.
WARLOCK: Poor fellow. He's been strangled.
NAMIN: The gods have returned. I, Ibrahim Namin, servant of the true faith, rejoice in their power.
WARLOCK: Get the police. His assailant can't have got far.
NAMIN: You blind, pathetic fool. The servants of the All Powerful have arisen. When the temple is cleansed of all unbelievers, the High One himself will come among us. This is how it was written.
WARLOCK: Yes, I see. Well, I still think the police
NAMIN: You should have listened when I told you to leave, Warlock. Now you have seen too much. You must be the second unbeliever to die.
(The Doctor lassoes Namin with his scarf just as he fires, and pulls him to the floor.
SARAH (OOV.): Come on, quick.
NAMIN: Abisme, Sutekh. Molachah. T'nab.
WARLOCK: It's no good, I can't go much further.
DOCTOR: You must. We're sitting ducks if we stay here.
WARLOCK: Get to the lodge. Tell Laurence
DOCTOR: Laurence?
WARLOCK: Marcus Scarman's brother. He live there. Knows me.
DOCTOR: He needs help, Sarah. You go on ahead, find the lodge.
SARAH: What about you?
DOCTOR: I'll be all right.
SARAH: Okay.
NAMIN: The All Powerful descends. O noble god, your servant hears you. Namin leaves, followed by the mummy. Sarah arrives with Laurence Scarman.)
LAURENCE: Oh, my dear chap. Is he badly hurt?
DOCTOR: He'll be all right if we can staunch the bleeding.
LAURENCE: We'd better get him back to the lodge.
SARAH: Doctor, listen. I saw a mummy. A walking mummy!
DOCTOR: Mummies are embalmed, eviscerated corpses. They don't walk.
SARAH: But this one did.
DOCTOR: Never mind about that now.
WARLOCK: Thank you.
SARAH: Now, is there anything I can get you?
WARLOCK: No, no, I'm all right now.
SARAH: Just try and rest, then.
LAURENCE: Well, in view of what you've told me, I'm going to fetch the police.
DOCTOR: No! This is much too grave a matter for the police, Mister Scarman.
LAURENCE: Too grave?
DOCTOR: Yes. They'd only hamper my investigation.
LAURENCE: Your investigations?
DOCTOR: Yes. Why do you think I'm here? Something's interfering with time, Mister Scarman, time is my business.
LAURENCE: Who are you?
SARAH: Well, I'm Sarah Jane Smith. I'm a journalist.
LAURENCE: Journalist? Who is your companion?
SARAH: My companion? Oh, that's just the Doctor. We travel in time, Mister Scarman. I'm really from 1980.
LAURENCE: That is utterly preposterous, Miss Smith.
SARAH: Yes. Sorry.
DOCTOR: Interesting contraption.
LAURENCE: Kindly leave that alone, sir. That apparatus is delicately adjusted, and furthermore is a receiver containing highly dangerous electrical current.
DOCTOR: Yes, so I see. What year is this?
LAURENCE: What year?
DOCTOR: It's a simple enough question, surely.
LAURENCE: Are you telling me you don't know what
DOCTOR: If I knew I wouldn't ask. Don't be obtuse, man.
LAURENCE: Nineteen hundred and eleven.
DOCTOR: Ah. Splendid. An excellent year. One of my favourites. Yes. I really must congratulate you, Mister Scarman.
LAURENCE: On what?
DOCTOR: Inventing the radio telescope forty years early.
LAURENCE: That, sir, is a Marconiscope. It's purpose
DOCTOR: Is to receive radio emissions from the stars.
LAURENCE: How could you possibly know that?
DOCTOR: Well, you see, Mister Scarman, I have the advantage of being slightly ahead of you. Sometimes behind you, but normally ahead of you.
LAURENCE: I see.
DOCTOR: I'm sure you don't, but it's very nice of you to try. Now, why don't you show me how this gadget works?
LAURENCE: Do you mean you want me to
DOCTOR: Please. Just a little demonstration.
DOCTOR: Amazing. That's really amazing.
LAURENCE: I can't switch it off!
SARAH: Oh, very impressive.
LAURENCE: It's never done that before.
DOCTOR: Fascinating. A regular pattern repeated over and over again.
SARAH: Like an SOS?
DOCTOR: I wonder. Where was your aerial tuned?
LAURENCE: Mars. Why?
DOCTOR: I just thought I'd verify the signal.
LAURENCE: What's that you have, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Well, in principle it's exactly the same as the gadget you've invented, only less cumbersome. Yes, it is the same signal. Obviously a*t*matic. Well, if it's a message, it shouldn't be difficult to decipher. They'd want to make it easy.
LAURENCE: Who would?
SARAH: Whoever transmitted it.
DOCTOR: Now, let's see. This pattern recurs three times in one line. Let's call that E, the commonest letter in the language.
DOCTOR: Beware Sutekh.
SARAH: Sutekh?
DOCTOR: Better known to you as Set?
SARAH: Of course, Egyptian mythology. Set or Sutekh was one of their gods. He was k*lled by Horus, god of light.
LAURENCE: Yes, but Egyptology and Mars?
DOCTOR: If I'm right, the world is facing the greatest peril in its history.
SARAH: Hey, wait for me.
DOCTOR: No. The forces that are being summoned into corporeal existence in that house are more powerful and more dangerous than anything even I have ever encountered. Stay here.
LAURENCE: I've an old hunting r*fle that might come in useful.
DOCTOR: I never carry firearms.
LAURENCE: What I meant was that I should feel better if I could bring it.
SARAH: Bring it.
NAMIN: All high, all powerful, most noble Lord, thy humble servant welcomes thee.
NAMIN: Master, at last you are here. I, Ibrahim Namin, and all my forebears have served you faithfully through the thousands of years that you have slept. We have guarded the secret of your tomb.)
ALIEN: Stand. Look upon my face.
NAMIN: Great One, Lord Sutekh, I dare not.
ALIEN: Look.
ALIEN: Is this the face of Sutekh?
NAMIN: Master, spare me. Spare me. I am a true servant of the great Sutekh.
ALIEN: I am the servant of Sutekh. He needs no other.
ALIEN: Die. I bring Sutekh's gift of death to all humanity.
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The Doctor
Tom Baker
Sarah Jane Smith
Elisabeth Sladen
Sutekh
Gabriel Woolf
Marcus Scarman
Bernard Archard
Laurence Scarman
Michael Sheard
Dr Warlock
Peter Copley
Collins
Michael Bilton
Ernie Clements
George Tovey
Ibrahim Namin
Peter Mayock
Ahmed
Vik Tablian
Mummies
Nick Burnell, Melvyn Bedford, Kevin Selway
Assistant Floor Manager
Paul Braithwaite
Costumes
Barbara Kidd
Designer
Christine Ruscoe
Film Cameraman
John McGlashan
Film Editor
M A C Adams
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Make-Up
Jean Steward
Producer
Philip Hinchcliffe
Production Assistant
Peter Grimwade
Production Unit Manager
George Gallaccio, Janet Radenkovic
Script Editor
Robert Holmes
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Ron Koplick
Studio Sound
Brian Hiles
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Ian Scoones
Tom Baker
Sarah Jane Smith
Elisabeth Sladen
Sutekh
Gabriel Woolf
Marcus Scarman
Bernard Archard
Laurence Scarman
Michael Sheard
Dr Warlock
Peter Copley
Collins
Michael Bilton
Ernie Clements
George Tovey
Ibrahim Namin
Peter Mayock
Ahmed
Vik Tablian
Mummies
Nick Burnell, Melvyn Bedford, Kevin Selway
Assistant Floor Manager
Paul Braithwaite
Costumes
Barbara Kidd
Designer
Christine Ruscoe
Film Cameraman
John McGlashan
Film Editor
M A C Adams
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Make-Up
Jean Steward
Producer
Philip Hinchcliffe
Production Assistant
Peter Grimwade
Production Unit Manager
George Gallaccio, Janet Radenkovic
Script Editor
Robert Holmes
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Ron Koplick
Studio Sound
Brian Hiles
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Ian Scoones