01x07 - Pyramids of Mars

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DOCTOR WHO THEME

I fought Sutekh.

A long time ago

in the summer of 1911,

deep in the English countryside.

- But you beat him.

You won.
- By the skin of my teeth.

I don't think I
could do that again.

- So what happened?

- I was a different
man back then.

I don't think you would
have recognised me.

I travelled with
this amazing friend,

like you.

Her name was Sarah Jane Smith
and we had some... good times.

But...

..no.

No, the story doesn't
start in Britain.

It starts halfway
across the world...

..in Egypt,

where an Englishman...

..was looting the
tombs of the Pharaohs

and disturbing the dead.

Slowly, that's
right. Be careful.

Gently.

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?

Ahmed, your lantern,
man! Quickly, quickly!

At last! The Eye of Horus.

UNTRANSLATED

Come back! I need your help!

EERIE WHISPERING

Pah! I've gone too
far to turn back now.

HE STRAINS AND GRUNTS

Aaaaaargh!

- Hey, Doctor! Doctor!
Look what I've found!

- Hmm? Where did
you get that dress?

- I just told you, I found it,
back there in the wardrobe.

Oh, come on, Doctor.
What's the matter?

You should be glad
to be going home!

- The Earth isn't
my home, Sarah.

I'm a Time Lord.
- Oh, I know you're a Time Lord.

- You don't understand the
implications. I'm not a human being.

I walk in eternity.
- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means I've lived for
something like 750 years.

- Oh, you'll soon be middle-aged!
- Yes!

About time I found
something better to do

than run round
after the Brigadier.

- Come on, if you're tired of
being Unit's scientific adviser,

you can always resi-i-ign...!
- SHE CRIES OUT

- What was it?
- The relative continuum stabiliser failed.

- No, not that. I
mean... the thing.

- What thing?
- There was a terrible face,

just for a second, then it was gone.
- Hmm? What?

- You don't believe me, do you?
- Nothing can enter the t*rd.

Unless...
- Unless what?

- Mental projection of that
force is beyond imagination.

Yet it might explain the failure of
the stabiliser. Was it this end...

- No, Doctor, don't!

Whatever it was, I know
it was totally malevolent.

- THUD!

- We've landed.

- Where?

Where have we landed?

- It's materialised at the
correct point in space.

Obviously, not in time.
- What?

- Temporal reverse.

Some vast impulsive energy has
drawn the t*rd off-course.

- Are you saying this is Unit HQ, but years before I knew it?
- Yes.

- But it's so different.
It can't be the same house.

- Must be the old priory. Unit
House was built on the site.

- The old priory was burnt down.

- Something's very wrong.
- Doctor, I don't like it.

- Something's going on contrary
to the laws of the universe.

I must find out what.

- DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC

LOUD ORGAN PLAYING CONTINUES

Excuse me, sir.

- Get out! Get out of here!

How dare you disturb
me?! Get out at once!

- Er, I'm sorry, sir, but
the gentleman insisted.

- Gentleman? What gentleman?

- He's an old friend of
Professor Scarman, sir.

- I ordered that no-one was
to be admitted, Collins.

I told you, no callers!

- Don't blame Collins. Forced entry.
- This is outrageous!

- Call it what you like. I've
a few questions to put to you.

- All right, Collins.

So you have some questions.

- My name is Warlock, Dr
Warlock. I live in the village,

and Professor Scarman
is my oldest friend.

- I'm Ibrahim Namin.
- I know your name.

I'm concerned with
your business.

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.

- I am acting under instructions
from Professor Scarman.

- I don't believe it.
- I have his letter of authority.

I have brought back from Egypt

all the relics recently discovered
by the professor on his expedition.

My orders are to
store them safely

and allow no-one
admittance to the house

until the professor himself returns.
That is an end to it, Dr Warlock.

- Oh, no, sir, not
by a long chalk!

I came here to find
out what's going on

and I'm not leaving till I do.

- Why bother to lock
an internal door?

- Maybe this wing of the house
isn't used. It smells musty.

- That isn't all must,
Sarah. Some of it's mummy.

French pick-lock. Never fails.

Belonged to Marie
Antoinette. Charming lady.

Lost her head, poor thing.

- HE MOUTHS

- Of course, it would
make an ideal headquarters

for some paramilitary
organisation.

This room could easily be
turned into a laboratory...

Oh, hello.
- Who are you? How did you get in here?

- Through the window. I understood
the property was for sale. No?

- Ah, you're not fooling me, sir.
You came with Dr Warlock, didn't you?

- Did we?
- He asked you to scout round whilst he kept his nibs busy.

He's only been here a few days.
I wouldn't be staying, but, well,

situations aren't easy
to find at my age.

- What are you afraid of?

- He locked this wing. He didn't
know there was a second key.

If he found me here, let alone you
two, he'd go stark raving mad, sir.

- I see. In that case, we'd better leave.
- Oh, not this way, sir.

Better go the way you
came. He might see you.

- As you wish.

- If you're a friend of Dr Warlock,
sir, tell him to watch out.

- Don't worry. I'll remember.

- WARLOCK: Utter humbug! That letter's
a fabrication, if ever I saw one.

- Are you alleging that it is false?
- I am, sir, and I intend to prove it!

- I warn you, Dr Warlock, do not interfere.
- Are you threatening me?

- It is not I who threaten.

There are ancient powers
gathering in this place,

powers beyond the comprehension of unbelievers.
- Ancient? Balderdash!

Now, let me warn you, unless
you give me straight answers,

I'm going to the police.
- To say what,

that a foreigner is living
in Professor Scarman's house?

- To say that he's not
been seen for weeks.

That his bags lie unclaimed in his
hotel. I've made enquiries in Cairo.

MAN SCREAMS

What the devil?

- The fool!

- Poor fellow's been strangled!

- The gods have returned!

I, Ibrahim Namin, servant of the
true faith, rejoice in their power!

- Get the police. His
assailant can't have got far.

- You blind, pathetic fool!

The servants of the
all-powerful have arisen.

When the temple is cleansed
of all unbelievers,

then the High One will come to
us! This is how it was written.

- Yes, I see. Well, I
still think the police...

- 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.

Argh!

- SARAH JANE: - Let
me help you, quick!

- Bismi Sutekh.

Im waraka. Untun hud.

- WARLOCK GRUNTS IN PAIN

It's no good. I can't
go much further.

- You must. We're sitting
ducks if we stay here.

- Get to the lodge.

Tell Laurence.
- Laurence?

- Barker Scarman's
brother. He...

..lives there...

Oh! Oh!

WARLOCK PANTS

- He needs help. You go on ahead. Find the lodge.
- What about you?

- I'll be all right.
- OK.

- The all-powerful descends.

O noble god.

Your servant hears you.

- LEAVES RUSTLE

Oh, my dear chap!
Is he badly hurt?

- He'll be OK if we
staunch the bleeding.

- We'd better get him to the lodge.
- Doctor, I saw a walking mummy!

- Embalmed corpses don't walk!

- This one did!
- Never mind about that now.

- Ashingi hava lontek.

Masai in tara khelim.

Paso lah, Ashindi,
kumtu, Ashindi.

Pasa saldo datan.

Ashindi, avoram dek.

- Thank you.

Oh. - Now, is there anything I can get you?
- No, no. I'm all right now.

- Well, in view of what you've told
me, I'm going to fetch the police.

- No!

This is much too grave a matter for the police.
- Too grave? - Yes.

They'd only hamper
my investigation.

- Your investigations?
- Yes. Why do you think I'm here?

Something's interfering
with time, Mr Scarman.

And time's my business.
- Who are you?

- Well, I'm Sarah Jane
Smith. I'm a journalist.

- Journalist?
- Uh-huh.

- Who is your companion?
- My companion? Oh, that's just the Doctor.

Look. We travel in time, Mr
Scarman. I'm really from 1980.

- That is utterly
preposterous, Miss Smith!

- Yes. Sorry.

- Interesting contraption.
- Leave it alone. It's delicately adjusted.

Furthermore, it's a receiver with a
highly dangerous electrical current.

- Yes, so I see.
What year is this?

- What year?
- It's a simple question.

- Are you telling me...?
- If I knew, I wouldn't ask!

- 1911.

- Ah! Splendid! An excellent
year. One of my favourites.

I must congratulate you.
- On what?

- Inventing the radio
telescope 40 years early.

- That's a Marconiscope.

It's purpose...
- Is to receive radio emissions from the stars.

- How could you
possibly know that?

- Well, you see, I have the advantage
of being slightly ahead of you.

Sometimes behind,
but usually ahead.

- I see.
- 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?

- Do you mean you want me to...
- Mm, please. Just a little demonstration.

Amazing. That's really amazing.

- MACHINE WHINES

I can't switch it off!

- Very impressive.

- It's never done that before!

- Fascinating!

A regular pattern repeated over and over again.
- Like an SOS? - I wonder.

Where was your aerial tuned?
- Mars. Why?

- Thought I'd verify the signal.
No harm in double-checking.

- What's that?

- In principle, it's the same as
your gadget, only less cumbersome.

- MACHINE BLEEPS

- Yes, it is the same
signal. Obviously automatic.

Well... if it's a message, it
shouldn't be hard to decipher.

They'd make it easy. - Who would?
- Whoever transmitted it.

- Let's see. This pattern
recurs three times in one line.

Let's call that E, the commonest
letter in your language.

- DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC

MUSIC REACHES FRENZIED PITCH

- "Beware Sutekh."

- Sutekh?

- Better known to you as Seth?

- Of course! Egyptian mythology. Seth,
or Sutekh, was one of their gods.

He was k*lled by
Horus, god of light.

- Yes, but Egyptology and Mars?!

- If I'm right, the world is facing
the greatest peril in its history.

- Hey! Wait for me!
- No!

The forces being summoned into
corporeal existence in that house

are more powerful and dangerous
than anything even I have ever met.

Stay here. - I have an old hunting r*fle!
- I never carry firearms.

- What I meant was that
I should feel better...

..if - I - could bring it.
- Bring it!

- ORGAN MUSIC CONTINUES

- All-high. All-powerful.

Most noble lord. Thy humble
servant welcomes thee.

Master, at last you are here.

I, Ibrahim Namin, and all my
forbears have served you faithfully

through the thousands of
years that you have slept.

We have guarded
your tomb's secret.

- Stand.

Look upon my face.

- Great one. Lord
Sutekh, I dare not.

- Look.

Is this the face of Sutekh?

- Master, spare me. Spare me!

I am a true servant
of the great Sutekh!

- I am the servant of Sutekh.

He needs no other.

- Ah, ah! Aaaaaargh!

- Die.

I bring Sutekh's gift
of death to all humans.

- Aaaaaargh!

- Marcus!
- Sh!

- Take up the generator loops.

Place them in position
at the compass points.

Activate at ground strength.

WHISPERS: - Quick! Hide!

- DOOR CLOSES

- Where are they going?

- To set up a deflection field around
the house. He's planned every step.

- Who? Marcus?
- No, Sutekh.

Sutekh is breaking free
from his ancient bonds.

If he succeeds, he'll
destroy the world.

- You mean Sutekh
is still alive?!

- He destroyed his own
planet, Phaester Osiris,

and caused havoc across the galaxy.
Horus and the rest of the Osirans

must have finally cornered him on Earth.
- In Egypt?

- And the wars of the gods
entered into mythology.

- I'm afraid this is beyond me.
- Yes, beyond me, too!

- Ah! Found it!
- What?

- The lodestone that drew
the t*rd off course.

- That's just a sarcophagus!

- No. It's the entrance
to a time-space tunnel.

- Leading where?
- To Sutekh.

- Doctor!
- Keep back!

- WHIRRING GETS LOUDER

- Doctor! Come on,
wake up. Please!

- It's no good. He took the
full force of the blast.

- They'll be back
soon. We're trapped!

Where are you going?

- There's a priest hole here. Marcus
and I found it when we were boys.

It isn't very large, I'm afraid.

- Well, he is, so come
and give me a hand.

- Holy Moses!

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

- Is that you, Laurence?

Marcus!

Marcus, my dear
fellow. You're back!

- Why are you here?

- What...? What's the matter?

For goodness' sake, old
chap! Don't you recognise me?

- Warlock?
- That's right!

We've all been dreadfully
worried about you.

- I came to find
the other Scarman.

- The other...

You mean your brother, Laurence?
- The human.

- Look here, old chap. If
this is some macabre joke...

- Where is the other
Scarman... Warlock?

- Laurence went up to the house. Your
Egyptian servant took a shot at me!

Laurence and the Doctor and
some very plucky young girl

went off to deal with the brute.

They've been gone a devil of a time,
mind you. I hope nothing's amiss.

- Who is the Doctor?

- One of Laurence's friends, I
imagine. Some sort of scientist.

- Why does he interfere?

- Interfere?! Now,
look here, Marcus...

- All humans inside the deflection
barrier will be destroyed.

- For heaven's sake, Marcus!
What's wrong with you?

Ah!

- Destroy this human.

- Argh! Argh! Argh!

No! No!

Laurence...! Laurence!

No-o-o-o! Ah-h-h!

Ah-h-h-h!

Ah-h-h-h!
- Murdering swine!

- He's coming round!

- A parallax coil. - What?
- Never expected that. Simple trap.

Blew up in my face.

- He's delirious.
- No, sh!

- Never underestimate Sutekh...

Thinks of everything.

Where are we?

- WHISPERS: - Hiding!
- Where?

- A priest hole.

- In a Victorian Gothic folly?

Nonsense!

- So pedantic at
a time like this!

Does it matter?

- If only I knew the exact

physical location of Sutekh.

Where was your brother's
expedition bound?

- Sakara, I think.

He found a blind pyramid there,

believed to contain a mastaba.

- What?
- An underground burial chamber.

- Sakara... too vague.

Yet it might be our only chance.

- To do what?

- Sutekh is
controlling operations

here by mental force.

With the equipment at the lodge,

I could jam the signal.

- And block his power?

- With an etheric
impulse projected

along precisely the
right axis, yes.

- HE WHISPERS: -
Oh...! The ring!

- What?
- It's a sl*ve relay.

Calculating the
reverse polarisation

should be child's play.

- Remove this carcass.

- Why didn't I think of it?
- Sh! Listen.

- There are other humans
within these walls.

Seek... and k*ll them.

SHE WHISPERS: -
He's coming over!

- WINDOW SMASHES

Marcus!

- Professor Scarman!

- Seek... and k*ll!

- All right, all clear.

- Where are we going?
- Sh!

- Look, we can't search
the whole priory.

- There's no need to. Look.

- Follow me.

- What do you think they're doing?
- I'm not sure yet.

- BEEPING

This is exceedingly interesting, Doctor.
- Hmm?

- It's some kind of machinery.
- You're right. That's a resonating tuner,

part of an anti-gravity drive.

Oh!

They must be building a rocket!

- Mummies building
rockets? That's crazy!

- They're not mummies, they're
service robots - machines!

- Machines?! Why are
machines building rockets?

- So that Sutekh can
escape the power of Horus.

- Where's Sutekh now?
- Where Horus left him 7,000 years ago -

trapped beneath a pyramid
and powerless to move.

- DOOR CLOSES

Great heavens...! This is
unbelievable! Totally unbelievable!

- You're going to say it transcends all the laws of physics.
- I am, yes.

It's preposterous!

- Dimensional transcendentalism
IS preposterous, but it works.

Would you like to look around?
- May I? - Please.

- Now we ARE here, who don't you tune
up 1980 and we can... well, leave?

- I can't.
- Ah. Well, why can't you?

- If Sutekh isn't stopped,
he'll destroy the world.

- But he didn't!

We know the world
didn't end in 1911.

- Do we?
- Of course we do!

- All right.

If we leave now, let's see what
the world will look like in 1980.

- CONTROL PANEL HUMS

I say,

this is like something by
that novelist chap, Mr Wells!

WHIRRING

- 1980, Sarah, if
you want to get off.

- THUNDER AND HOWLING WIND

- It's a trick!
- No. That's the world as Sutekh would leave it -

a desolate planet
circling a dead sun.

- It can't be!

I'm from 1980.

- Every point in time has
its alternative, Sarah.

You've looked into
alternative time.

- Do you mean the future
can be chosen, Doctor?

- Not chosen - shaped. Actions of
the present fashion the future.

- So a man can change history?
- To a small extent.

It takes Sutekh's almost limitless
power to DESTROY the future.

Well?

- We've got to go back.
- Yes.

Keep below the
level of the window.

- Three humans within the barrier
have been k*lled. There are others.

SUTEKH: - Eliminate them.

- The servicers are
searching for them,

but assembly of the
rocket is being delayed.

- Destruction of the humans

must not be allowed to delay
the completion of the m*ssile.

That is of paramount importance!

- Your orders will
be ex*cuted, Sutekh.

I will recall two of the
servicers to the rocket assembly.

I... I can't believe
that my brother...

He and Dr Warlock were
the closest of friends!

- Don't think of
him as your brother.

- He IS my brother!
- In Sutekh's tomb, he became subject to his will.

- What does that mean?
- Marcus Scarman no longer exists.

He's simply the embodiment
of Sutekh's power.

He's given the paralysed Sutekh
arms and legs - means to escape.

- Well, if Sutekh is so totally
evil, why didn't Horus and the others

destroy him?
- It was against their code. To have k*lled him

would have meant they were no better
than he. So they imprisoned him.

- How?
- Forcefield, controlled from a power source on Mars.

- Mars? - Yes. That's where the signal was beamed from, remember?
- But how?

- When your brother
stumbled into Sutekh's tomb,

the monitoring system on
Mars detected the fact

and triggered an alarm signal.

- The rocket those
robots are building...

- ..will be aimed at the
power source on Mars.

If the warheads reach their target,
Sutekh will have released himself.

- To destroy the world.

- Not only this world -
anywhere life is found.

Right. All I need
now is a magneto.

- A magneto...

Of course!

- What are you going to do?

- If I can block the mental
beam, Scarman will collapse.

- You mean die?
- Well, he's not alive now in any real sense.

Only Sutekh animates him.
Deprived of his outside contact,

Sutekh will be as powerless
as the day Horus left him.

- Here you are, Doctor.
- Splendid.

What was that?

Aa-a-ahh!

g*nsh*t

- Quick, Sarah, switch on the power!
- No! You'll destroy my brother!

Aahh!

Aa-agh!

SUTEKH: - Stop them!

- Aahh!

Doctor!

DOCTOR!

Doctor! Doctor...!

- The ring, Sarah! Use the ring!

- STOP! Return to control!
Return to control!

- RAPID BEEPING

- Are you all right? - I think so.
- You don't deserve to be,

you nearly got us all k*lled!
- I'm sorry!

- You've probably wrecked my
only chance of stopping Sutekh.

- I was thinking of my brother!
- Listen!

What's walking about out
there is not your brother!

It is an animated human cadaver!

Animated by Sutekh.
Do you understand?

If Sutekh frees himself,

the consequences
will be incalculable!

Stay HERE!

- Where's he going?
- To find out what Scarman's doing!

- SUTEKH: - It was a deliberate
attempt to block my cytronic control.

- I know nothing, master.
- I detected electromagnetic radiation.

The source was within
the deflection barrier.

- There are humans here who
have eluded the servicers.

If the m*ssile is delayed, they
can be found and destroyed.

- NO! The m*ssile must be
projected at the hour appointed.

My freedom comes before all!

Immediately thereafter, you
will find and k*ll the humans.

- As you direct,
master, so it shall be.

- What is it?

- It's an Osiran w*r m*ssile,

and almost complete
by the look of it.

- You mean that thing can FLY?!

- It transposes
with its projection.

Pyramid power.

Get back!

- What did you find out?
- Only that time is short.

- Cytronic induction. - Hmm?
- The robots are drawing their energy

from a cytronic
particle accelerator,

It must be in Sutekh's tomb.
- So?

- So, put that out of action
and he'd have no workforce.

- And no m*ssile!
- But the tomb's in Egypt!

- Scarman came via the time-space
tunnel. It's a two-way mechanism.

- But if you go through
it, Sutekh will k*ll you!

- Wouldn't it be better...
- No, it wouldn't!

- HE MUTTERS TO HIMSELF

- Wouldn't WHAT be better?

- Wouldn't it be less risky
simply to blow up the projectile?

- With what?

- Blasting gelignite.

- You have some?

- No, but I think Clements had a store.
- Clements?

- The poacher. I heard him
fishing a few nights ago.

- Where did he keep it?

- He had a hut on the other side of the wood.
- Let's go, Sarah.

- Shall I show you the way?
- No.

- You think I'll let you
down again, don't you?

- Mr Scarman, if you want to help,
get the bindings off that robot.

Careful! Walking into
a deflection barrier

is like walking
into a brick wall.

- Painful!
- Mmm.

Ah! There we are!

Now all we've got to
do is find the door.

- HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING

- Door.

Key.

- As simple as that?!

- No, not really.
- No, didn't think it could be.

- No obvious booby traps.

Are you going to help or just
stand there and admire the scenery?

- I actually wasn't
admiring the scenery.

I was waiting for you to tell me what to do.
- Just hold the base.

I don't want it to fall.
- Dangerous? - VERY dangerous.

Deactivating a generator
loop without the correct key

is like repairing a watch
with a hammer and chisel.

One false move and you'll
never know the time again.

- Any more comforting thoughts?!

- CONTINUOUS HIGH BUZZ

- Interference! Interference!

- BUZZING STOPS

- The barrier to the east
has been deactivated.

- But that is not possible!
- It has been deactivated!

- The humans do not have the knowledge
to shut down the deflection barrier.

- It is clear that an extraterrestrial
intelligence is operating.

- An alien!

- I have endured an eternity
of darkness and impotence!

I shall not be denied now!

Listen to my orders!
- I hear you, master.

- The m*ssile must be guarded.
- It shall be as you say.

- Maintain constant vigilance.

Once the m*ssile is projected,

you will seek out and
destroy my enemies.

The alien who dares to intrude,

the humans, animals,
birds, fish, reptiles...

..all life is my enemy!

All life shall perish under the
reign of Sutekh the Destroyer!

- Only Sutekh shall live!

- Just how powerful
is Sutekh, Doctor?

- He's all-powerful.
If he ever gets free,

there isn't a life-form in the
galaxy that could stand against him.

- Not even your
lot, the Time Lords?

- Not even our "lot".

Sutekh was only
defeated in the end

by the combined might of 740 of
his fellow Osirans, led by Horus.

- 740 gods

whose names were recorded
in the tomb of Tutmoseh III.

- Could be.

I wouldn't do that if I
were you. Could be a ferret.

- Argh!

- SHE SIGHS

- This looks like it.

- Aargh!

- What's the matter? Not enough?

- Sweaty gelignite
is highly unstable.

One good sneeze
could set it off.

- Sorry.

- No sign of any detonators or fuses?
- No, nothing else.

Perhaps he sneezed.

- Marcus!

Marcus?

Don't you know me?

I'm your brother.
- Brother?

- Laurence.
- As Horus was brother to Sutekh.

- Marcus, you're ill.

Let me help you.

Trust me!

- Trust... you...

- Look!

You and I. When we were boys.

- Laurence...

..Marcus.

- That's right! You DO remember!

- I was... Marcus!

- You still are!

Now, let me help you!

- No! I am Sutekh!

- No! You went to Egypt and fell under
a mesmeric influence, that's all!

- Sutekh the Great Destroyer!

Sutekh the Lord of Death!

I am his instrument.
- That's nonsense!

You are Marcus Scarman,
Professor of Archaeology,

Fellow of All Souls...
- What do you know of Sutekh?!

Where are the others?

- Others?
- You are being helped. Sutekh has detected an alien intelligence

amongst the humans here.

- Do you mean the Doctor?
- Doctor?!

- Aargh!

Marcus! Your hands!

- What is he?

What is he?!

- Marcus, please...!

- It should be safe
there for the moment.

- Look, this isn't going to work!
You've got no detonators, no fuses,

so even if we set the charge without
being spotted, how do we explode it?

- I don't know yet.

Well done, Mr Scarman!

- Mr Scarman?

Hey!

- SHE GASPS

- Strangled.
- Mummies?

- Not this time.
There are marks.

His late brother
must have called.

- That's horrible!

He was so concerned
about his brother.

- I told him it was too late.
- Oh! Sometimes you don't seem...

- Human?

Typical Osiran simplicity.
- A man has just been m*rder*d! - FOUR men.

Five including
Professor Scarman.

And they'll be the first of
millions unless Sutekh is stopped.

Know thine enemy.
Admirable advice.

- Yes.
- If we're going to do anything about that m*ssile,

we're going to have to move
quickly. I'll need your help.

- What do you want me to do?

- These bindings are
chemically impregnated

to protect the robots
against damage and corrosion.

An impenetrable disguise,
wouldn't you say?

- The task is almost
completed, master.

We need now only the
target co-ordinates.

- At last! The co-ordinates
for the Pyramid of Mars.

I release them!

Engage the co-ordinates in
the projection dome monitor.

- Immediately, master.

- Hurry up! - I AM hurrying.
- It doesn't have to be perfect.

I shall mingle with the
mummies, but I shan't linger.

- OK. That'll have to do.
- How do I look?

- Must have been a nasty accident.
- Come on!

And don't forget the r*fle!

You know what to do?
- Yep. Give you time to get clear, then - POW!

- Make sure you sh**t straight.
You won't get a second shot.

- Don't worry. I
know what I'm doing.

- Stop!

Stop!

Turn about!

Is your relay damaged?

This is the
co-ordinate selector.

Place it in the
projection dome monitor.

Indicate your understanding.

Then obey your order.

- I hit it! I KNOW I hit it!

- You did. Sutekh is
containing the expl*si*n.

- How?!
- Mental power.

There's only one hope left.

Got to get to him.
Break his concentration.

- I hear you, master.

- On the m*ssile loading ramp...
a crude detonation device.

It must be removed immediately.

- Another human attempt
to prevent your return?

They will be caught and punished!
- The device!

I cannot hold back the exothermic
reaction for many minutes.

It is taking an intense
toll of available energy!

Attend to the device first!

- It will be done
immediately, master.

That device on the
ramp - remove it!

WHISPERS: - Sutekh!

Last of the Osirans!

AARGH!

- No, you will not die yet.

Identify yourself!

- Just destroy me, Sutekh. Nothing
else now is left within your power.

- It is within my power to
choose the manner of your death.

- Aarghh!

- I can, if I choose, keep
you alive for centuries,

racked by the most
excruciating pain.

Since your interference
has condemned me forever

to remain a prisoner
in the Eye of Horus,

it would be a fitting end!

You would make an
amusing diversion.

Identify yourself,
plaything of Sutekh!

- I'm a traveller.
- From where?

- Gallifrey.

- So... you are a Time Lord!

- I renounced the
society of Time Lords.

Now I'm simply a traveller.

- In time and space?

- Aarghh!

- Time and sp...?
- Yes! Yes!

- What are you
called, Time Lord?

- Doctor.

- I offer you an
alliance, Doctor.

Serve me truly, and an
empire can be yours.

- Serve you, Sutekh?

Your name is abominated
in every civilised world.

Wherein that name
be said, Satan...

- Serve me!
- Never!

Aarghh!

- You pit your puny will
against mine? Kneel!

- No!
- Kneel before the might of Sutekh!

In my prisons, you
are an ant, a termite!

Abase yourself, you
grovelling insect!

Well, speak!

- Sutekh, Great Master,

the servicers have found one of the
humans who destroyed the m*ssile.

- Their leader is my prisoner. I
have no interest in the humans.

- Then... this one
can be destroyed?

- Sarah!

- k*ll it immediately!
- No!

- Wait!

Keep the human alive,
Scarman. It may have some use.

- As you command, Great
One, so it shall be.

- You are a Time Lord. What
interest have you in humans?

- All sapient life-forms
are our kith, Sutekh.

- Your argument is a cloud, but
I see through it into your mind.

The human girl...

..she travels with you.

- If you can do that by
mental force, Sutekh,

then nothing can be beyond you!

- Nothing... except to free
myself from the Eye of Horus.

- You use your powers for evil!
- Evil?

Your evil is my good!

I am Sutekh the Destroyer.

Where I tread, I leave
nothing but dust and darkness.

I find that good!

- You are a twisted abhorrence!

Aarghh!

- Any further insolence, Doctor,

and I shall shred your nervous
system into a million fibres.

Is that understood?

Scarman!
- I hear you, master.

- My enemies have brought
the means of my deliverance!

- PULSATING WHIR

- The t*rd key!

- This allows you entry into
the Time Lord's space machine.

Take one servicer and travel
to the Pyramid of Mars.

- You won't find that
possible, Sutekh.

- Scarman is my puppet.
My mind is in his.

- The controls of the
t*rd are isomorphic.

- They answer to you alone?

- Yes!
- Then I was wise to spare you.

My mind is in yours.

- Master!

- Scarman.

- Master?
- I send you the Time Lord.

He will control the machine.

The human girl
will accompany you.

If the Time Lord shows the slightest
sign of self-will, k*ll her...

..immediately!

- It is understood, Great One.

WHIRRING INTENSIFIES

- What's happened?
- Stand back!

He is possessed
by the Great One.

Whom do you serve, Time Lord?

- Sutekh.

- Who holds all life in his hands?
- Sutekh.

- Who is the bringer of death?
- Sutekh.

- Venerate his name and
obey him in all things!

- Sutekh is supreme!

- No!

- The Time Lords are
a perfidious species.

Dispose of him when you
reach the Pyramid of Mars.

- It shall be done. Come!

METALLIC THRUMMING

- My reading indicates an empty
chamber under the main pyramid.

Seek the control centre.

- Sutekh has no further need
for the Time Lord. Destroy him!

- No!

- Come!

- Doctor?

- SHE SOBS

- Argh!
- You're soaking my shirt.

- Oh, you're alive!

- Respiratory bypass system. Useful
in a tight squeeze. Where are we?

- Pyramid of Mars.
- Of course!

Sutekh sent Scarman here to
deactivate the pyramid. Where is he?

- I thought you'd become
a zombie like Scarman.

- Sutekh didn't need me any
more so he relaxed his grip.

Did you see where Scarman went?
- Through that door.

- SUTEKH: - Stay!

I sense danger. The floor
is charged with expl*sives.

- Come!

- Whoa.
- What are you waiting for?

- That's too obvious.
- What is? - That is.

- Well, a door handle usually is.
- Not in a jail.

Horus would have laid
traps for the unwary.

- I thought Horus
was a good guy?

- He was an Osiran, with all
their guile and ingenuity.

They had dome-shaped heads

and cerebrums like spiral
staircases! Come on.

- The inner chamber! The
control centre of the pyramid.

Make the sign of the Eye,
Scarman, the sign of the Eye.

The Eye of Horus!

Destroy, destroy, destroy!

- My servitors obey
only the voice of Horus.

- Stand back!
- Drive out the intruders! - Deactivate!

- Destroy! Destroy!

Freeeee!

- I'm free! Free at last!

- He's won! Sutekh's won!

- No! The time factor! Come on, run!
- Doctor?

- I have won my freedom, Horus!

Your curse is lifted!

Now begins the reign

of Sutekh the Destroyer!

I shall crush this
miserable world

and hurl it into the
outermost depths of space.

My vengeance starts here!

- METALLIC THRUMMING

- My paralysis... has left me!

I can...

..move again!

I can move!

Now, Horus, we shall see
who rules the cosmos!

- We've got about 20 seconds.

Here he comes!

- Who dares to interfere?

- You're caught in a
temporal trap, Sutekh!

- Time Lord!

I shall destroy you!

- How long do
Osirans live, Sutekh?

- Release me!
- Never!

You're caught in the
corridor of eternity!

- Release me, insect,

or I shall destroy the cosmos!

- You're 1,000 years
beyond the 20th century.

Go on for another 10,000!

- And spare the planet Earth?

Give it to you as a plaything?

Release me!

- No, Sutekh - the time of
the Osirans is long past.

- Nooooo!

- VOICE FADES AND DIES

- He lived about 7,000 years.

- He's dead!

Sutekh is dead!
- At last!

- Look, I know that's the
time control from the t*rd,

but what did you do?
- I moved the threshold of the time-space tunnel

into the far future. He could
never have reached the end.

After the Eye was broken,

I realised that we had little more
than two minutes to get back here.

- But...
- The time radio waves take to pass from Mars to Earth.

- Oh... so the Eye of Horus
was still holding Sutekh

for two minutes after it was broken!
- Yes!

The Egyptians called him the Typhonian Beast.
- Doctor!

- expl*si*n

- That was careless of me. I forgot
the thermal balance would equalise.

- This priory was burnt to the ground, remember?
- Yes...

Perhaps it is time
we were leaving.

We don't want the blame for starting a fire!
- No!

- We had enough of that in 1666!
- What?!

- METALLIC THRUMMING

RUBY: - But Sutekh survived.

- All this time.

I thought he was dead.

But he was just waiting.

- You fought him.

You defeated him.

You've got to know something we can use against him.
- That Sutekh...

..was the size of a man.

He's now evolved...

..into a Titan.

How do I fight that?

- And if you don't...

- It's the end of the universe.

What do I do?