Original subtitles

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 TARDIS.

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 TARDIS 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 killed 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 rifle! - 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 TARDIS 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 slave 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 kill them.

SHE WHISPERS: - He's coming over!

- WINDOW SMASHES

Marcus!

- Professor Scarman!

- Seek... and kill!

- 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 killed. 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 missile.

That is of paramount importance!

- Your orders will be executed, 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 killed 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!

GUNSHOT

- 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 killed! - 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 missile is delayed, they can be found and destroyed.

- NO! The missile must be projected at the hour appointed.

My freedom comes before all!

Immediately thereafter, you will find and kill the humans.

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

- What is it?

- It's an Osiran war missile,

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 missile! - 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 kill 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 missile must be guarded. - It shall be as you say.

- Maintain constant vigilance.

Once the missile 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 MURDERED! - 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 missile,

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 rifle!

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

- Make sure you shoot 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 explosion.

- How?! - Mental power.

There's only one hope left.

Got to get to him. Break his concentration.

- I hear you, master.

- On the missile 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 missile.

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

- Then... this one can be destroyed?

- Sarah!

- Kill 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 TARDIS 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 TARDIS 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, kill 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 explosives.

- 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 TARDIS,

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!

- EXPLOSION

- 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?