BY: ROBERT HOLMES
Part Two
Original Air Date: 30 December 1978
Running time: 23:57
ROMANA: How did you know?
DOCTOR: Well, he probably looked more convincing from the front.
ROMANA: Too convincing, but there's no need to be smug about it.
DOCTOR: I'm not smug.
ROMANA: I can tell that expression even from behind.
DOCTOR: Sucker marks.
ROMANA: Sucker marks?
DOCTOR: Look, sucker marks. Pretty ancient, too, by the way the erosion's
ROMANA: Presumably that was Kroll.
DOCTOR: Oh, they've told you about their local water deity, have they?
ROMANA: Yes. They seem to think I should be quite honoured to be sacrificed to the thing.
DOCTOR: Yeah, or to his memory. Kroll was brought here hundreds of years ago. He must be dead by now.
ROMANA: Then that explains the masquerade. It must have been political.
DOCTOR: Don't talk to me about politics.
ROMANA: Look out!
THAWN (OOV.): Thawn here. What is it, Control?
DUGEEN: I'm getting something very odd on the scanner, sir.
THAWN (OOV.): What do you mean?
DUGEEN: Well, it's something I don't understand. There's movement underneath the baygule.
THAWN (OOV.): How do you know?
DUGEEN: Well, I've just done a routine scan of the bottom. The entire picture's changed during the past hour. The whole bed of the baygule's moved.
THAWN (OOV.): Well, it could just be a gas build up.
DUGEEN: Well, I thought of that, but it's changed shape over two square miles.
THAWN (OOV.): All right. Well, keep a check on it, but let me know as soon as it starts to cone.
DUGEEN: Right, sir.
ROHM-DUTT: What is it?
RANQUIN: Nual's brought us a message from Mensch. The dryfoots are planning to att*ck us at dawn.
ROHM-DUTT: What, to att*ck us? You mean here in the settlement?
RANQUIN: They are coming in their air boats.
ROHM-DUTT: But that wasn't what. You'll have to leave here at once. Get your people to hide out in the swamps.
RANQUIN: We are not running from the dryfoots. We have weapons now.
ROHM-DUTT: But you don't know how to use them.
VARLIK: A r*fle's not a difficult w*apon.
ROHM-DUTT: You have to know one end from the other, Varlik.
VARLIK: Like all dryfoots, Rohm-Dutt, because we lead a simple life you think we're fools.
ROHM-DUTT: All I'm saying is that you're not ready to fight yet, and if you stay here, you'll get trapped and stand no chance. But if you split into smaller groups and spread your people across the swamps, they'll never hit you.
RANQUIN: Our plans are made. Our men are moving into position. We will ambush them on the lakes, in the open.
VARLIK: We can take them by surprise. There's only a handful of them.
ROHM-DUTT: Chief, Chief, even if you succeed, it won't be the end.
RANQUIN: They're the invaders of our waters, the aggressors. They have no right here. And there are many on Delta Magna who support our cause.
VARLIK: Why else would the Sons of Earth send us weapons.
ROHM-DUTT: I still say it's too soon to fight.
RANQUIN: You would rather we waited until you are safely back on Delta Magna.
ROHM-DUTT: I came here to supply arms, not to fight.
VARLIK: But you will fight with us now, Rohm-Dutt. We need every g*n.
DOCTOR: I wonder where they found that. Look, it's a genuine antique.
ROMANA: Fascinating.
DOCTOR: Are you all right?
ROMANA: Doctor, there's something I have to tell you.
DOCTOR: What?
ROMANA: I dropped the tracer.
DOCTOR: What! I picked it up.
ROMANA: Oh. Well, let's get out of here and find the fifth segment.
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. It would be extremely foolhardy trying to cross the swamp in the dark, would it not.
ROMANA: Yes, but about our monster? He's liable to be back at any moment with his friends.
DOCTOR: I don't think so. They're more likely to be digging trenches.
ROMANA: Why?
DOCTOR: They expect to be att*cked at any moment.
ROMANA: Really?
DOCTOR: Yes. I followed a Swampie carrying vital information.
ROMANA: How did you manage that?
DOCTOR: Well. Shush.
DOCTOR: Well, it wasn't too difficult. The technicians at the refinery were so busy trying to find an excuse to start a m*ssacre, I just slipped away.
ROMANA: What is this refinery? They keep accusing me of coming from it.
DOCTOR: It's a primitive methane catalysing refinery. A pilot plant for bigger things, they hope.
ROMANA: Who's they?
DOCTOR: The Earth colonists from Delta Magna. They're the ones who shipped the little green men up here.
ROMANA: Ah, because they thought this moon was no use to anybody.
DOCTOR: That's right. Of course, that was all a long time ago.
ROMANA: And now they've found something here they want, they're trying to get rid of them again.
DOCTOR: Precisely.
ROMANA: But methane?
DOCTOR: Yes. I wouldn't have thought it was worthwhile, but they're producing a hundred tons of compressed protein twice a day.
ROMANA: As much as that?
DOCTOR: Yes, they're sending it back to Delta Magna in orbit sh*t capsules.
ROMANA: But it doesn't make sense. I mean, how can they possibly produce that much protein? Where's it coming from?
DOCTOR: I don't know, I haven't discovered that yet. But they're producing it, and in sufficient quantities to make it worth fighting over.
ROMANA: Yes, this lot are spoiling for a w*r, too. The whole idea of this sacrifice was to propitiate Kroll and get him on their side. That's why I said it was political. And there's a gun-runner here called Rohm-Dutt. He thinks I've been sent here to get evidence against him.
DOCTOR: Rohm-Dutt? So Thawn was right about the g*ns. I wonder.
ROMANA: What?
DOCTOR: Well, who's paying Rohm-Dutt? I mean, they obviously don't use money here.
ROMANA: Doctor, does it matter? Let's just get out of here and find the segment and leave them to it. It'll be dawn soon.
DOCTOR: At the bottom of that shaft there'll be an underground passage. I wonder where it leads to?
ROMANA: I hate underground passages.
DOCTOR: So do I.
DUGEEN: You can see how it's moved. I've been recording these scans every five minutes.
THAWN: What's the latest picture?
DUGEEN: Coming up.
THAWN: That's weird. It's as though something's lifted up the whole bed and then settled back again.
DUGEEN: Yeah. It can't be a gas build-up, not over such a wide area.
THAWN: Well, we'd better sink a probe right into the centre and take some samples.
FENNER: That fellow's disappeared.
THAWN: Eh?
FENNER: That Doctor fellow has disappeared. Gone. Not a trace.
THAWN: Well, have you looked in his quarters? He said he was going to get some sleep.
FENNER: I have searched the whole station, everywhere, and one of the boats is missing.
DUGEEN: Do you suppose that he could be connected with this?
THAWN: I wonder.
FENNER: Why, what's going on?
DUGEEN: Something very odd's going on on the lake bed. Look.
THAWN: Have you ever seen anything like this before?
FENNER: No, I haven't.
DUGEEN: It's on such a big scale. I doubt our mystery friend could anything that size on his own.
THAWN: If he is on his own.
FENNER: Of course, when we picked him up he was talking about looking for some friend.
DUGEEN: Maybe there's more than one. We don't even know how he got here.
THAWN: Or how long he's been here.
DUGEEN: Well, the only track of anything we picked up apart from your own ship, was of whatever followed you down.
FENNER: I think it's too much of a coincidence. You know we assumed it was Rohm-Dutt's ship that had landed. We haven't found it, though, have we.
DUGEEN: It could have belonged to this fellow, I suppose. He's been here with us, so he couldn't have done much by himself. But if he's got friends out there, then we're in trouble.
FENNER: So what are they up to?
THAWN: Obvious, isn't it. They're trying to sabotage the plant.
FENNER: Well, any activity on the lake bed could disturb the methane source.
THAWN: Of course. Now, I don't know where this fellow comes from, but he's obviously got considerable scientific knowledge.
DUGEEN: Look at the way he knew all about this plant.
THAWN: Unless, of course, he was very well briefed. It could have been an act.
FENNER: No, no, no. Not when he was talking about inserting the plasmin catalyst, no.
THAWN: That's true. But whatever he is, I think that he's helping the Swampies. You say one of the boats is missing?
FENNER: Yeah.
THAWN: Well, if he took a boat rather than a swamp glider, it means that he doesn't want the noise of an engine.
FENNER: It also means he's trying to cross the swamps on foot.
DUGEEN: Why would he take that risk?
THAWN: Because he's a Swampie-lover! I've told you, he's in with them.
FENNER: You think he's gone to warn them that we're coming?
THAWN: Exactly. I had an instinct about him from the very start. He was too glib by half. Oh, yes, he's one of those fanatics from Sons of Earth.
FENNER: Well, they won't be much help to him, will they, when he starts wandering off the path.
THAWN: He can't have got very far, so I'll take Mensch and head him off in a glider.
FENNER: I wouldn't bother. He'll probably drown anyway.
THAWN: Oh, I intend to make quite certain of it.
ROMANA: What's that you've got?
DOCTOR: I think it's an illustrated history of the tribe. A sort of Bayeux tapestry with footnotes.
ROMANA: Oh, a sort of Holy Writ.
DOCTOR: I think it's atrociously writ, but the pictures aren't bad. Look. That shows them being evicted from Delta Magna.
ROMANA: Where they originally came from.
DOCTOR: That's right, yes. They were given this moon as a sort of reservation. Look, there you are. There's Kroll in his aquarium. What did I tell you? Sucker marks.
ROMANA: What's the footnote?
DOCTOR: Hmm? Let me see. And Kroll. When Kroll awakened, he saw that the people were fat and indolent, and then Kroll became angry and he struck them down, swallowing into him the symbol of his power and k*lling all who were in the temple, even Hajes the priest. Great was the lamentation of the people but Kroll returned to the water and slept.
ROMANA: Oh, I like a book with a happy ending.
DOCTOR: Thus was the third manifestation of Kroll. Well, he's obviously one of those monsters who's not always about the place.
ROMANA: No, just pops up every couple of centuries.
DOCTOR: Yeah. Still, a dormancy period of that length would indicate a creature of massive size.
ROMANA: You think Kroll really exists?
DOCTOR: Well, does it matter? Hmm? Does it really matter? You know what I think? I think that Kroll's still around and he's just about due for his fourth manifestation.
ROMANA: Well, if we had any sense, we wouldn't stay.
DOCTOR: Yeah. Let's get out of here. Come on!
ROHM-DUTT: That way.
RANQUIN: Where did he come from?
SKART: I don't know. He struck me from behind.
RANQUIN: So the sacrifice was not made. No one must hear of this, Skart. They would think it a bad omen.
SKART: But if the dryfoot woman is gone, we can say that Kroll took her.
RANQUIN: Then there must be fresh blood on the stone.
SKART: I will see to it when we return. Trust me, Ranquin.
VARLIK: Don't fire yet. There must be a second boat.
ROHM-DUTT: Thawn! It's me, Rohm-Dutt!
RANQUIN: Kroll! Kroll! Great Kroll!
RANQUIN: Kroll, Kroll, spare thy true servants.
RANQUIN: Kroll rose from the deep to protect his people. Let us give thanks to Kroll!
SKART: No, Ranquin. First let us catch Rohm-Dutt. We've a score to settle with him.
FENNER: Feeling better?
FENNER: So, was Mensch k*lled?
THAWN: I think so. I didn't stay to watch. Oh, the size of that thing was unbelievable.
HARG: Why haven't we come across it before, sir?
THAWN: It's probably a deep water thing.
HARG: Even so, it's odd we haven't spotted it before now if it's as big as you say it is.
FENNER: You saw nothing of the Doctor?
THAWN: No. He'd obviously arrived there already. The Swampies were waiting for us.
FENNER: So he did warn them.
THAWN: And they were armed!
FENNER: The Swampies with g*ns?
THAWN: Yes! Rohm-Dutt was with them, so they're obviously all in this together.
FENNER: Yes, so they were the Doctor's friends.
THAWN: Yes, they must have arrived in the same ship. And it's got to be the Sons of Earth who are behind this. They're the only people with the resources or indeed the motive.
HARG: Shouldn't we send for reinforcements, sir? A police unit?
THAWN: No! The authorities are far too soft. Besides, once they start interfering, you can never get rid of them. We'll handle this one by ourselves, and in my way.
FENNER: Your way?
THAWN: Final! We get rid of the problem once and for all.
FENNER: No.
THAWN: It's the only way.
HARG: What about that, that creature, sir?
THAWN: Well, we've got to deal with that first, that's obvious. It's out there lurking somewhere, so once we've located it we can then finish it off with depth charges.
FENNER: I'll see what the underwater scanners are registering. Oh, look at this.
THAWN: What?
FENNER: Well, I think it's a defective scanner.
THAWN: Where's Dugeen?
HARG: It's his rest period, sir.
THAWN: Well, get him down here!
HARG: Harg here, Dugeen. You're needed in Control.
DUGEEN (OOV.): Now?
HARG: Right away.
FENNER: See, that's scanner twelve. If I try scanner fourteen, it's on the same parallel.
THAWN: Why, it's just the same.
FENNER: We have a signal, but no image.
THAWN: Well, both scanners can't be defective.
DUGEEN: What's the problem?
FENNER: Scanners twelve and fourteen are not registering anything.
DUGEEN: Well, they were all right when I left them.
FENNER: They're not now.
DUGEEN: They're still functioning.
THAWN: Then why aren't we getting an image?
DUGEEN: Because, because something is blotting them out. Look, I'll try a transverse. There.
FENNER: What do you make of that?
DUGEEN: Well, that's what's covering the scanners. It's probably just a mass of sediment thrown up when the lake bed moved.
THAWN: That's what I saw.
FENNER: Those scanners are four hundred yards apart!
THAWN: I tell you that is what I saw! That thing is alive!
DOCTOR: I told them they had their figures wrong, but of course I didn't know about Kroll then.
ROMANA: What are you talking about?
DOCTOR: The refinery. There can't be enough sediment in that place to produce the volume of methane they claim to have found, so where's it coming from?
ROMANA: Kroll.
DOCTOR: What?
ROMANA: Yes. If a thing that size takes a nap every couple of centuries, its feeding processes must continue independently, probably through its tentacles.
DOCTOR: Yes. And Thawn's men vanished while they were taking methane samples, drilling into the sediment.
ROMANA: Like prodding a sleeping tiger.
DOCTOR: Yes. Right. Got it! The refinery's heat exchangers must have raised the lake temperature by several degrees already
ROMANA: Doctor.
DOCTOR: And the noise of their orbit sh*t is rousing Kroll!
ROMANA: Doctor.
DOCTOR: What?
ROMANA: We've got company.
DOCTOR: What? Well, you'd better introduce me.
ROMANA: As what?
DOCTOR: Oh, I don't know. As a wise and wonderful person who wants to help. Don't exaggerate.
ROMANA: This is
RANQUIN: Seize them.
DOCTOR: I told you not to exaggerate.
DOCTOR: Who's that?
ROMANA: Rohm-Dutt. A popular figure in these parts about an hour ago.
DOCTOR: Ah.
SKART: Soon, dryfoot, you will wish you had d*ed on the Stone of Blood.
RANQUIN: Guard the dryfoots, Varlik. No harm must come to them.
RANQUIN: I will talk to Kroll, and he will tell me by which of the seven holy rituals they must meet death.
FENNER: Those depth charges are not going to make much impression on that creature, not unless you hit a vital spot first time, and you can't guarantee that.
THAWN: We've got nothing else. Can you think of a better way of k*lling it?
FENNER: Thawn, we've been here months and this is the first time we've ever set eyes on this creature. Now surely, if it were hostile we'd have known of it before.
THAWN: I've seen it! It's hostile!
FENNER: All right. All I'm saying is that those depth charges will only provoke it.
DUGEEN: Director!
THAWN: What?
DUGEEN: This thing's moving again.
FENNER: Is it coming this way?
DUGEEN: Well, it's coming closer, but not directly towards us.
THAWN: Well, this station isn't designed for torsional stresses, not like an ocean refinery.
DUGEEN: It's stopped again now.
FENNER: Then perhaps it might feed on the bottom. It's moving along the lake bed.
THAWN: I'm not interested in its feeding habits, Fenner, unless they happen to include us!
FENNER: Look, if it feeds and lives in the water, then maybe we could poison it by dropping cobalt around it.
THAWN: Radiation? Harg, how long would that take?
HARG: Impossible to say, sir. That size it could be tough enough to withstand a massive dose.
THAWN: I still favour depth charges. I'll go and check how many we've got.
DUGEEN: Well, if Thawn wants to depth charge it, he's going to get us all k*lled.
ROMANA: I didn't like the bit about death according to one of the seven holy rituals.
DOCTOR: No. Probably the usual things. Fire, water, hanging upside down over a pit of vipers.
ROMANA: That's only three.
ROHM-DUTT: (quietly) Varlik? Help me.
VARLIK: You're a traitor.
ROHM-DUTT: (quietly) Now listen, now listen, Varlik. We're good friends, you and I, huh? Now, I've got a lot of money back in Delta Magna. A lot of money, and I
VARLIK: It's your greed that's brought you to this, Rohm-Dutt. You betrayed the people of the lakes. You brought us weapons that were old and rotten.
ROHM-DUTT: No, I told you, they had to be cleaned.
VARLIK: We examined them. The barrels are bent, the metal corroded. You thought you'd be safely away from here before we tried to use them.
ROHM-DUTT: No, it's not true, Varlik. I bought them in good faith. Now, let me explain to Ranquin
VARLIK: There's nothing to explain. We heard you call out to the leader of the dryfoots. Do you think we're fools?
ROHM-DUTT: I was confused! I mean, the sight of Kroll
VARLIK: It was a plot! You bought us rotten weapons so that we'd enter into a battle we couldn't win. Oh no, you cheated us, Rohm-Dutt, just as the dryfoots have always cheated our people.
DOCTOR: You see? The weight of history's against you.
ROHM-DUTT: What do you know of it?
DOCTOR: I know a rogue when I see a rogue, and I've no desire to die in the company of a rogue, have you? Have you any desire to die in the company of a rogue?
ROMANA: I'd rather not die at all.
DOCTOR: I know that feeling.
FENNER: It hasn't moved for fifteen minutes.
DUGEEN: There's movement on the edge. Rising and falling regularly. Could be its breathing organs.
DUGEEN: The pump chamber!
DOCTOR: Here comes the verdict.
RANQUIN: The Great One condemns the prisoners to die by the seventh holy ritual of the Great Book.
DOCTOR: Seven's my lucky number.
RANQUIN: Take them to the place of execution.
ROHM-DUTT: Ranquin, wait
RANQUIN: Silence!
DOCTOR: Wasting his breath.
ROMANA: I want to know why we're being ex*cuted.
RANQUIN: This one knows what he has done. You, dryfoot, have aroused the wrath of the Great One by denying him his promised victim.
DOCTOR: He's not the Great One. He's the Insignificant One. If you're going to have someone imitate Kroll, it ought to be more convincing.
RANQUIN: When the servants of Kroll appear in his guise, they are part of him, doing as he bids them.
ROMANA: They're simply keeping a myth alive. None of you here has ever seen Kroll. You weren't even born at the time of the third manifestation.
VARLIK: Kroll rose before us at dawn today. We were waiting to k*ll the dryfoots when the Great One appeared and drove them away.
DOCTOR: What?
RANQUIN: Enough talk. Take them away.
DOCTOR: So Kroll's on the move. I've less time than I thought.
FENNER: Harg!
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The Doctor
Tom Baker
Romana
Mary Tamm
Thawn
Neil McCarthy
Ranquin
John Abineri
Fenner
Philip Madoc
Rohm-Dutt
Glyn Owen
Varlik
Carl Rigg
Skart
Frank Jarvis
Dugeen
John Leeson
Harg
Grahame Mallard
Mensch
Terry Walsh
Writer
Robert Holmes
Assistant Floor Manager
Chris Moss
Costumes
Colin Lavers
Designer
Don Giles
Film Cameraman
Martin Patmore
Film Editor
Michael Goldsmith
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Make-Up
Kezia Dewinne
Production Assistant
Kate Nemet
Production Unit Manager
John Nathan-Turner
Script Editor
Anthony Read
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Warwick Fielding
Studio Sound
Richard Chubb
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Tony Harding
Producer
Graham Williams
Director
Norman Stewart
Tom Baker
Romana
Mary Tamm
Thawn
Neil McCarthy
Ranquin
John Abineri
Fenner
Philip Madoc
Rohm-Dutt
Glyn Owen
Varlik
Carl Rigg
Skart
Frank Jarvis
Dugeen
John Leeson
Harg
Grahame Mallard
Mensch
Terry Walsh
Writer
Robert Holmes
Assistant Floor Manager
Chris Moss
Costumes
Colin Lavers
Designer
Don Giles
Film Cameraman
Martin Patmore
Film Editor
Michael Goldsmith
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Make-Up
Kezia Dewinne
Production Assistant
Kate Nemet
Production Unit Manager
John Nathan-Turner
Script Editor
Anthony Read
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Warwick Fielding
Studio Sound
Richard Chubb
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Tony Harding
Producer
Graham Williams
Director
Norman Stewart