BY: ERIC PRINGLE
Part Two
First Air Date: 20 January 1984
Running time: 24:47
JANE: Doctor, are you all right?
JANE: Are you sure you're all right?
DOCTOR: Yes.
JANE: It's a face.
DOCTOR: Look at it. Does it look familiar?
JANE: Yes, I, I've seen it before.
DOCTOR: Behind you.
JANE: But that's a representation of the devil!
DOCTOR: Yes. It's interesting, isn't it?
DOCTOR: So there you are.
JANE: What's that?
DOCTOR: Psychic projection. Over here, Will.
JANE: It looks so real.
DOCTOR: Well, to all intents and purposes he is.
CHANDLER: It were like that before. Battle's coming.
DOCTOR: No, Will, come back.
CHANDLER: I'm not going to w*r again.
TURLOUGH: All right, all right. You've made your point.
HUTCHINSON: One by one, you and your companions will return to my fold, and you will never get out again. It is a pity you've seen this. Lock him up.
DOCTOR: Stand perfectly still.
JANE: What is it?
DOCTOR: I told you. It's a psychic projection.
JANE: It pains me to say it, but I'm sorry I ever doubted you.
DOCTOR: We all learn by our mistakes.
JANE: Now what?
DOCTOR: More psychic disturbance.
DOCTOR: Ah. It seems he intends to k*ll us. Make for the underground passage. Run!
VERNEY: Don't be afraid. My name's Andrew Verney.
JANE: Doctor, slow down. That thing isn't following us.
DOCTOR: I need to speak to Sir George.
JANE: Haven't you got enough troubles?
DOCTOR: Do you know anything about psychic energy?
JANE: Oh, you know I don't.
DOCTOR: Then a quick lesson. It can of course occur in many and varied forms, but the type here, capable of creating projections, requires a focus point.
JANE: Uh huh?
DOCTOR: Oh dear, oh dear. A medium.
JANE: Oh, as with a poltergeist?
DOCTOR: Yes, a bit more complicated. In this it isn't the medium that's creating the projections, but the Malus. The medium simply gathers all the psychic energy for it to use. And what at the moment is creating the most psychic energy?
JANE: Um, er.
DOCTOR: The w*r games.
JANE: The w*r games?
DOCTOR: And who controls the games?
JANE: You'd better speak to Sir George.
DOCTOR: Yes, the trouble is, I don't think he can have any idea of what he's doing. The Malus is pure evil. Given enough energy, it will not only destroy him, but everything else. Cheer up.
WOLSEY: You wouldn't get very far.
TEGAN: What?
WOLSEY: If you tried to escape. There are troopers everywhere.
TEGAN: I wouldn't dream of putting you to so much trouble.
WOLSEY: I rather think we're all Sir George's prisoners at the moment. If it's any comfort to you, your grandfather is safe.
TEGAN: Then let me see him.
HUTCHINSON: All in good time. You look charming, my dear. Positively charming.
TEGAN: Thanks for nothing. Can I have my clothes back, please?
HUTCHINSON: Oh, but you're to be our Queen of the May. You must dress the part.
TEGAN: I'm not in the mood for playing silly games.
HUTCHINSON: This is no game. You are about to take part in an event that will change the future of mankind.
TURLOUGH: Solid. Why are they keeping you prisoner here?
VERNEY: Because of what I discovered. Have you been to the church?
TURLOUGH: Oh. Yes.
VERNEY: Years of research to discover something as evil as the Malus was more than just a legend.
TURLOUGH: It wasn't active when you discovered it?
VERNEY: My mistake was telling Sir George Hutchinson. It was his deranged mind who caused its awakening.
TURLOUGH: We must get out of here, let the Doctor know what's happening.
VERNEY: But how?
TURLOUGH: Are there any guards?
VERNEY: I don't know.
TURLOUGH: Guard! Guard! What are you like as a battering ram?
DOCTOR: Not much further.
JANE: Doctor, wait. Will said he saw the Malus in 1643, in the church.
DOCTOR: That's right.
JANE: It's been there for hundreds of years.
DOCTOR: Long before the Civil w*r started.
JANE: Then why has it been dormant for so long?
DOCTOR: It requires a massive force of psychic energy to activate it. When the Civil w*r came to Little Hodcombe, it created precisely that.
JANE: And Sir George is trying to recreate the same event.
DOCTOR: Yes, in every detail. Tegan's grandfather must have told him everything he discovered. He knows it's the only way for the Malus to be fully activated.
JANE: Doctor, I've had a terrible thought. The last battle in the w*r games has to be for real!
DOCTOR: Precisely. The slaughter will be dreadful.
JANE: You must stop him!
DOCTOR: Yes, I know.
TEGAN (OOV.): History is littered with loonies like you.
TEGAN: Fortunately, most of them end up safely locked away.
HUTCHINSON: Insight is often mistaken for madness, my dear.
WOLSEY: I didn't realise that the Malus was so evil.
HUTCHINSON: Don't worry, Wolsey. It will serve us.
TEGAN: It will use you.
DOCTOR: Tegan's right. You're energising a force so irresistibly destructive that nothing on Earth can control it. You must stop the w*r games.
HUTCHINSON: Stop it? Are you mad? You speak treason.
DOCTOR: Fluently! Stop the games.
HUTCHINSON: Eliminate him, Wolsey. Now.
JANE: Put that down, Ben.
WOLSEY: I don't understand him any more.
DOCTOR: Don't try. He's under the influence of the Malus. Are you with us, Colonel?
WOLSEY: Can you tell me what's going on, because I don't know any longer.
TEGAN: Doctor.
TEGAN: Be careful.
JANE: It's the thing in the church.
DOCTOR: Not quite. It's a projection of the parent image, probably one of several energy-gathering points.
TEGAN: Keep away from it.
DOCTOR: Oh, it has no force, yet.
WOLSEY: Well, let's put a stop to it.
DOCTOR: I'm afraid you can't hurt it, Colonel. It has no substance.
WOLSEY: We have to do something.
DOCTOR: We must prevent the reenactment. Spoil it in any way we can. Reduce the amount of psychic energy being produced.
TEGAN: Good. Then we can forget the May Queen procession.
WOLSEY: The cart to take you to the village is already here.
DOCTOR: Will there be guards for this procession?
WOLSEY: No, I'm the only escort, but they will send somebody to investigate.
DOCTOR: Make sure that Tegan and Jane get safely back to the church. You can use the underground passage. I must search for Turlough and Will, and er, good luck.
TEGAN: Do you know where my clothes are?
WOLSEY: I'll fetch them for you, but stay as you are for the moment.
TEGAN: Why?
WOLSEY: Because if you don't turn up on that cart, Hutchinson will turn out the whole village to search for you. The Doctor won't stand a chance.
TURLOUGH: This door must give soon.
VERNEY: Agreed. But at the moment all we're doing is wearing out our shoulders.
TURLOUGH: There's no other way.
DOCTOR: Are you all right?
CHANDLER: It's just like before.
DOCTOR: The last time you saw the Malus.
CHANDLER: I's not pleased.
CHANDLER: They burn Queen of the May.
DOCTOR: The toast of Little Hodcombe.
CHANDLER: Tain't funny. She were screaming.
DOCTOR: That's nothing to what Tegan would have done. Come on.
HUTCHINSON: Stop that man! Stop! Hold him!
WILLOW: You're just in time for the show. You can have a front seat.
HUTCHINSON: Something's wrong.
HUTCHINSON: What happened?
WOLSEY: Here's your Queen of the May, Sir George. You can burn her if you wish. Not as attractive as Tegan, but more humane.
HUTCHINSON: What are you trying to do, wreck everything?
WOLSEY: No, trying to return some sanity to these proceedings.
HUTCHINSON: You've ruined it. You've ruined everything. k*ll him.
DOCTOR: Over here, Will.
DOCTOR: Back to the church, and thank you, Colonel.
HUTCHINSON: After them! After them!
VERNEY: We must get to the church and destroy the Malus before it becomes too powerful.
TURLOUGH: Let's find the Doctor first.
VERNEY: We haven't got the time. We can spend the whole day looking. Come on!
DOCTOR: Come on, there's still a lot to do.
DOCTOR: Hurry.
DOCTOR: You didn't close the doors!
TEGAN: There was no point. Something was already inside it.
DOCTOR: This is all we need.
DOCTOR: Quietly, now. Don't alarm it.
TEGAN: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: Well, if I can lock the signal conversion unit onto the frequency of the psychic energy feeding it, I might be able to direct the Malus.
WOLSEY: Is that possible?
DOCTOR: Well, there's a remote chance.
TEGAN: Doctor.
DOCTOR: Ah. Perhaps you should close the doors.
WOLSEY: They didn't waste much time.
WILLOW: A police box?
TROOPER: It's locked.
WILLOW: Well, don't just stand there, break it open.
TEGAN: Doctor, the Malus.
DOCTOR: It's growing stronger.
WOLSEY: Won't it work?
DOCTOR: It takes time. Excuse me, Colonel.
JANE: Sorry.
VERNEY: Oh, no!
TURLOUGH: Let's find the Doctor. There's nothing we can do.
VERNEY: What's that?
TURLOUGH: The TARDIS is in the crypt. I think we should take a look.
TEGAN: Doctor!
DOCTOR: I know. It senses what I'm about. Now everybody stay perfectly calm and still!
HUTCHINSON: No! Away. I must get to the church.
VERNEY: (quietly) What do we do?
TURLOUGH: Shush.
DOCTOR: That's it.
TEGAN: Can you control the Malus?
DOCTOR: Not quite, but it can no longer fuel itself from the turmoil in the village.
JANE: Doctor, look.
DOCTOR: Ah. I think it's time we left this thing to die in peace.
DOCTOR: So, well done!
TEGAN: Granddad!
VERNEY: Tegan, my dear.
DOCTOR: Save the greetings until later.
TEGAN: Never a dull moment.
WOLSEY: Now what?
DOCTOR: I don't know yet.
TURLOUGH: Doctor.
WOLSEY: Where did they come from?
DOCTOR: They're
JANE: Psychic projections.
WOLSEY: I'd feel happier with a g*n.
TEGAN: Wouldn't make any difference. They're not real.
WOLSEY: They look solid enough to me.
DOCTOR: The Malus' last line of defence. They'll k*ll as effectively as any living thing.
TURLOUGH: We're running out of places to run.
TEGAN: The story of our lives.
VERNEY: Why don't they att*ck?
DOCTOR: They will, in their own time. We're the Malus' last source of psychic energy. It'll make us sweat for as long as it can.
CHANDLER: I's going to die.
DOCTOR: Quiet, Will, quiet.
JANE: He's right, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Not yet, he isn't.
TEGAN: Oh, no.
DOCTOR: Brave heart, Tegan.
JANE: How could that happen?
TURLOUGH: They're gone.
DOCTOR: The fight must have used a lot of psychic energy. The Malus needs to rest. Let's go before it recovers.
HUTCHINSON: It is time at last! I am here, master.
WOLSEY: Let me deal with him.
TEGAN: He'll k*ll you.
WOLSEY: He used to be a man of honour. Played the w*r games in the way they were intended.
DOCTOR: Forget any codes of honour Sir George might once have held. He's now completely under the control of the Malus.
WOLSEY: He's still mortal.
JANE: Don't be a fool, Ben.
WOLSEY: I have to try. I feel partly responsible for what's happened here.
JANE: Ben.
WOLSEY: Sir George?
CHANDLER: Be it important Sir George be dead?
DOCTOR: Not if there's another way.
WOLSEY: Sir George, do you understand me?
HUTCHINSON: Who are you?
WOLSEY: Colonel Wolsey. Ben Wolsey, your friend.
HUTCHINSON: Get back!
WOLSEY: We have something to settle.
DOCTOR: Sir George, it's important you listen.
DOCTOR: Listen to Colonel Wolsey. Concentrate your thoughts. You must break free from the Malus.
HUTCHINSON: Free? Why, I'm his willing servant.
DOCTOR: You're his sl*ve. He only wants you for one thing.
HUTCHINSON: You're mistaken. He's offered me enormous power.
DOCTOR: The Malus is here for one reason. To destroy. It's the only thing it knows how to do.
WOLSEY: Now listen to the Doctor.
HUTCHINSON: I don't believe you.
DOCTOR: Without you, the Malus is helpless. Through you it feeds on the fear and anger generated through the w*r games. Once it's strong enough, it will destroy you.
HUTCHINSON: No!
DOCTOR: Listen, Sir George. Your village is in turmoil. You're pointing a g*n at a man who's a friend. That's the true influence of the Malus. Can't you feel the hate and rage inside your head? Think, man! Did you have such feelings before you activated that thing?
HUTCHINSON: I, I don't, I.
DOCTOR: No!
CHANDLER: It better you be dead!
CHANDLER: It be better he be dead.
DOCTOR: It's all right, Will. It's all right.
JANE: We must seal up the church.
VERNEY: And inform the authorities. It has to be destroyed.
TURLOUGH: Now what?
DOCTOR: The Malus knows it's lost. It's going to fulfil its programming, Clear the ground, destroy everything it can. Come on!
DOCTOR: Quickly! Inside.
TURLOUGH: Does it have the power?
DOCTOR: Enough to keep Will here and level a church. Come along.
DOCTOR: Close the door, would you?
DOCTOR: Hold on.
DOCTOR: The Malus has destroyed itself.
WOLSEY: Thank God.
JANE: Well, now that it's gone, was it a beast or a machine?
DOCTOR: Oh, a living being, reengineered as an instrument of w*r and sent here to clear the way for an invasion.
TURLOUGH: What went wrong? Why didn't they inv*de?
DOCTOR: I don't honestly know. I must look to see if there's anything in the computer about it.
TURLOUGH: If the Malus is destroyed, why is Will still here? You did say he was only a psychic projection.
DOCTOR: Ah, yes, yes. It seems I was mistaken. The Malus was able to intermingle the two time zones for a living being to pass through. Must have had incredible power.
TEGAN: That's the last time I pay an unexpected call on you.
VERNEY: As a rule, the villagers and I are much more welcoming.
WOLSEY: There'll be lots of clearing up to do, in more ways than one. We'll need all the help we can get.
WILLOW: And no recriminations?
WOLSEY: Not on my part.
JANE: Nor mine.
DOCTOR: Well, that seems to be it. We'll drop you all off, then we'll be on our way.
TURLOUGH: Er, what about our young friend here?
DOCTOR: Ah, well, him too. 1643 isn't all that far away.
TEGAN: Aren't you forgetting something?
DOCTOR: Probably. It isn't unusual. I've had a very hard day.
TEGAN: Well, we came here to visit my grandfather. Be nice to spend a little time with him.
TURLOUGH: I must admit I wouldn't mind staying for a while.
JANE: Hmm, you're outnumbered seven to one.
DOCTOR: I'm being bullied, coerced, forced against my will. I've had enough for one day.
VERNEY: Even if you are, agree, man.
DOCTOR: All right. Just for a little while. We've a great deal to do.
TURLOUGH: Good. I quite miss that brown liquid they drink here.
CHANDLER: Ale.
TURLOUGH: No, er, tea.
CHANDLER: What be tea?
DOCTOR: Oh, a noxious infusion of oriental leaves containing a high percentage of toxic acid.
CHANDLER: Sounds an evil brew, don't it.
DOCTOR: True. Personally, I rather like it.
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The Doctor
Peter Davison
Tegan
Janet Fielding
Turlough
Mark Strickson
Jane Hampden
Polly James
Sir George Hutchinson
Denis Lill
Colonel Wolsey
Glyn Houston
Joseph Willow
Jack Galloway
Will Chandler
Keith Jayne
Trooper
Christopher Saul
Andrew Verney
Frederick Hall
Assistant Floor Manager
Marcus D F White
Costumes
Jackie Southern
Designer
Barry Newbury
Film Cameraman
Paul Wheeler
Film Editor
M A C Adams
Incidental Music
Peter Howell
Make-Up
Ann Ailes
Producer
John Nathan-Turner
Production Assistant
Rosemary Parsons
Production Associate
June Collins
Script Editor
Eric Saward
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Peter Catlett
Studio Sound
Martin Ridout
Theme Arrangement
Peter Howell
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Tony Harding
Peter Davison
Tegan
Janet Fielding
Turlough
Mark Strickson
Jane Hampden
Polly James
Sir George Hutchinson
Denis Lill
Colonel Wolsey
Glyn Houston
Joseph Willow
Jack Galloway
Will Chandler
Keith Jayne
Trooper
Christopher Saul
Andrew Verney
Frederick Hall
Assistant Floor Manager
Marcus D F White
Costumes
Jackie Southern
Designer
Barry Newbury
Film Cameraman
Paul Wheeler
Film Editor
M A C Adams
Incidental Music
Peter Howell
Make-Up
Ann Ailes
Producer
John Nathan-Turner
Production Assistant
Rosemary Parsons
Production Associate
June Collins
Script Editor
Eric Saward
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Peter Catlett
Studio Sound
Martin Ridout
Theme Arrangement
Peter Howell
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Tony Harding