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(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

Bravo, our demon!

(CHUCKLING)

You escaped from Xeriphas.

Oh, my dear Doctor, you have been naive.

Not at all.

You may disguise your features but you can never disguise your intent.

And you can't approve.

DOCTOR: You know I can't.

Tissue Compression Eliminator.

You've always been my greatest stimulation, my dear Doctor,

but now, you inspire me.

(CROWD GASPING)

Your first slip, my dear Doctor.

Would you care to make a second?

And now a third! This is useless in your hands.

You have moral scruples.

Come! What is this discourse?

Consummate the victory.

Come, kill me.

-Fault my little game. -Kill him!

It is sufficient, your Majesty, that your champion is disarmed.

Not for us.

In sooth this is but a puny demon, that has no stomach for it.

So be it. Let the maiden embrace the vanquished.

Your Majesty, no!

Have mercy! I beg you! No!

Sire! I must intercede. As victor, I beg you to be merciful.

We are not merciful, our demon.

-Your Majesty! -Hold!

We give you the choice, our demon.

The maiden shall embrace this snivelling wretch,

or Sir Geoffrey.

Choose, our demon.

Come, the lady waits,

impatient to lavish her warm favours.

Come, our demon.

(SIR GILLES SCREAMING)

(WHOOSHING)

Behold, our demon.

We, too, have tricks.

(LAUGHING)

Come, my toy, perform.

What is the Master up to?

He's using that impostor to bring the real King John into disrepute.

And now he thinks he's trapped us into doing his dirty work for him.

-He is not the King. -Well, not if he's here since yesterday.

-Then who is he? -Or what?

There's devil's work in this.

Our demon shall be our champion.

Accoutre him.

See what I mean?

We must act, and without delay.

There is naught we can do. He has Isabella held hostage.

Then I must head to London to warn the King.

Stop Geoffrey.

KING: Sir Geoffrey, surely you do not take your leave so soon?

You are but arrived. Attend us.

We would know how you think.

We can be in two places at the same time.

(WHOOSHING)

-Saints protect us! -Another demon.

Nay, good sire, no demon. I come to help you.

And to save the King from that demon that has bewitched him.

jailer! Open, good fellow, the King is in danger.

-Who are you? -I am the Master.

-Release your Lord and Lady. -Do as you are bidden!

I am the sworn enemy of that demon who calls himself the Doctor,

who has come to defame the King and bring ill repute to him.

That's not true.

Defame the King? Why should he?

To set the Barons of Britain against him to provoke a great rebellion

-and topple him from the throne. -ISABELLA: Why?

To serve the devilish Doctor's own purpose.

-No, don't listen to him. -No, fellow, leave him.

-He serves the Doctor. -Don't listen to him. Please!

-He is the evil one. -We shall see.

-KING: Is our champion not ready? -Ready, sire.

KING: Then let him attend us with his squire.

That's you.

Your sword. Guard me your sword, we grow tired.

Kneel.

Arise, Sir Doctor.

-Who is this Doctor? -He says he comes as friend.

-Whence? -Aquitaine.

You are now our champion.

Your Majesty does me great honour.

And my first action in this role shall be to arrest that man.

Arrest Sir Geoffrey de Lacey.

A friend of thine, perhaps, not mine.

Unhand him. He's a man of honour.

Lord Ranulf, is there a dungeon in this castle?

There is.

-Sir Geoffrey, do you know it? -Aye.

Then be so good as to lead me to it.

We like our new champion. He's something of a jester.

I must insist you lead me to the dungeon.

You have no choice.

Must I remind you that my sovereign lord holds the Lady Isabella hostage?

I thought you friend!

-Geoffrey... -For you, cousin.

No, my friends, attend the King. I have no need of assistance.

Your Majesty.

Sir Geoffrey.

We are tired.

We shall retire and rest a while.

-TEGAN: Would you very much mind... -What?

Telling me what's going on.

In the interest of security,

where is the Master most likely to house his Tardis?

-In a dungeon. -Quite so.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(CHAINS CLINKING)

Doctor...

You won't believe this...

You've seen another Tardis. Release him.

-The maiden! -Quite so.

Is Sir Gilles...

There's no Sir Gilles. He is the Master in disguise.

Now, you could call him a demon.

Sir Geoffrey, you are no longer a prisoner. Release him.

-Who are you? -A friend who wants to help.

The Master has set up an impostor as King John of England.

-What for? -To change the course of history.

What possible satisfaction can that give him?

He wants to rob the world of Magna Carta.

Small time villainy by his standards.

But nevertheless, something I intend to stop if at all possible.

But why do you serve this impostor king?

To gain time, and access to this.

(WHIRRING)

-You know the true king? -Aye.

Did we not take the Crusader's Oath together but yesterday?

Then we must get you to London so you can warn him.

'Tis but four hours ride.

I can get you there much quicker than that.

-Your engine? -Yes.

But first we must bring it here into the castle.

Look, let's all get out of here while we've still got the chance.

-No, we must bring the impostor with us. -Why?

To expose the Master's plan. Now, come along.

If you so much as touch this, something very nasty will happen to you.

You're never leaving the compressor here for the Master.

As a matter of fact, I am.

I am most grateful, uh...

I am called the Master.

I, too, owe you gratitude.

Name what you will, Lord Master, it shall be yours.

I ask no reward.

I wish merely to rid the King of his demons. That's why I'm here.

How long has the King been thus afflicted?

Who can tell? Perhaps he's always been accursed.

Have we any power against this sorcery?

I have.

Then this Doctor demon must be captured and put to the fire.

ISABELLA: My lord...

If then, my lord, you will put your knights and men at arms at my command...

It shall be done.

The tracks lead directly to the castle.

-The Master, of course. -Now what?

-Back to square one. -Oh.

I'm sorry, Sir Geoffrey.

I will alone to London, if someone will hand me the horse.

-I will. -Why, thanks.

This is the Lord Master, come to rid the King of his demons.

Obey him in all things.

Father, the dungeon is empty.

They've taken Geoffrey.

Find these demons and bring them hither.

And the engine. Without it they're helpless.

And the blue engine.

-What of the King? Is he guarded? -I've seen to this.

I'll oversee the search and then attend the King.

God be with you.

He couldn't have got the Tardis in here. None of the outer doors is big enough.

Well, not Gilles.

But all the Master has to do is set coordinates.

-Well, where would he keep it? -Same place he keeps the King.

Ah! I wonder if you would be so good as to show me to the King's chamber.

I must insist. I am the King's champion.

HUGH: No longer, Sir demon.

Take them.

Go on.

(CHUCKLING)

Excellent shot.

(GRUNTS)

Father.

We have your engine, demon.

So I see. Where was it?

Where you left it. With the King.

Did you think to kidnap him? Your plan is foiled.

-Where is Geoffrey? -Safely on his way to London.

You lie.

He should be there in a few hours.

He's going to kill us.

The coordinates will be set. Get into the Tardis.

Father, they hatch plots.

You have slain Sir Geoffrey.

No. I believe he may be in the Tardis.

-Blue engine. -Open it.

No, I must open it.

Other demons may try to harm you.

I must distract them somehow.

(WHOOSHING)

The demon has vanished!

Find Sir Geoffrey!

(BEEPING)

Now what?

(LUTE PLAYING)

(MAN SINGING)

♪ We sing in praise of total war

♪ Against the Saracen we abhor

♪ To free the tomb of Christ our Lord

♪ We'll put the known world to the sword

Welcome, my demon.

Your Majesty seems in need of a doctor.

THE MASTER: Allow me to introduce Kamelion.

Your work.

Alas, modesty forbids such a claim.

Kamelion is a tool of an earlier invader of Xeriphas.

And instrumental in my escape from that benighted planet.

This is your King John?

Look again.

Impressive.

A weapon used by the invaders of Xeriphas.

A decoy, capable of infinite form or personality.

Interesting.

Well said, my demon.

We are a complex mass of artificial neurons.

And controlled by?

Nothing more than simple concentration and psychokinetics.

Look again.

-Can anyone play? -Please.

Quite masterly.

You flatter me. I prefer bad King John.

(BEEPING)

Speak, cousin. Who has done this?

DOCTOR: So, Kamelion, here, is bad King John.

Aided and abetted by you, his demon, and your blue engine.

It's cunning of you to confirm the superstitions put about by the monks.

Irresistible.

Your arrival here was most timely.

A gift.

How succinctly put.

The King turns the barons solidly against him,

he is killed in battle or deposed,

possibly in favour of King Phillip of France.

He cannot therefore, offer Magna Carta. What do you think of it so far?

I couldn't do better myself.

Thus, the foundations of parliamentary democracy...

(EXHALES)

...will never be laid.

Brilliant.

You cannot be allowed to alter the course of history,

even indirectly.

-How do you propose to stop me? -I shall have to give it some thought.

-You haven't much time. -And you haven't your compressor.

I still have my wits.

So do I.

Here is one not escaped!

Vile villain! He has slain Sir Geoffrey.

-I didn't do it. -You will die in torment, captive.

You're always threatening me and without the slightest justification!

Be silent.

-I was trying to help him. -Help him!

-To a horse, to get to London. -To what end?

To warn the King!

-The King is here. -He speaks.

(SOFTLY) The King... Doctor...

Seek...

Geoffrey! Oh!

Seek the Doctor? Where?

In Hell?

The Master will know.

-Where is he? -He will be with the King.

Bring the rogue.

(BEEPING)

Think!

Think!

THE MASTER: You would do well, my dear Doctor,

to ponder that you played directly into my hand.

And into ours.

-He has a mind of his own? -Indeed.

But highly susceptible.

Dominated by our demons.

You will know that the King and his dead brothers

are believed to be the devil's work.

Your interference here with your dreary Tardis

has only confirmed this.

You are, dare I say so, discredited demons.

And as such you make a unique contribution

to altering the course of history.

Hoist on your own petard.

And where will you take your toy next?

Does it matter? You'll not be there to greet me.

I may not need to. You forget, Kamelion does have a mind of his own.

He obeys only my will.

Yes. But for how much longer?

For as long as I command it.

Kamelion will not turn on me.

No?

(LAUGHING)

You're getting old, Doctor. Your will is weak.

It's time you regenerated.

-You won't win. Not ultimately. -You're mistaken.

With Kamelion's unique ability at my command,

it's only a matter of time before I undermine

the key civilisations of the universe.

Chaos will reign,

and I shall be its emperor.

The Earth is a primitive planet. You won't succeed so easily elsewhere.

Where I cannot win by stealth, I shall destroy.

That way, I cannot fail to win.

You'll never succeed.

Unfortunately, you will not be alive to find out.

Which reminds me. My compressor.

Safely in my Tardis.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

RANULF: Your Majesty!

Enter.

Sire...

-You have him. -We have him.

Sire, they have slain my kinsman.

Such perfidy must not go unpunished.

We would have boiling oil.

See to it.

-Doctor... -Yes.

Yes. I'm not a demon for nothing.

Very well, my dear Doctor, your will against mine.

So be it.

(BEEPING)

The King...

What ails the King?

The Doctor.

Kill.

(WHOOSHING)

No!

Do you oppose me, boy?

I've had quite enough of you, whoever you are.

So don't try me too far.

-Turlough. -No!

Medieval misfits!

Don't think you've won yet, Doctor.

(LAUGHING)

I don't believe it.

Can you see it, too?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Let me present Kamelion.

What is it?

Who is it, if you please.

Well, Tegan, it's a long story which appears to begin on Xeriphas.

And who knows when it will end.

Oh, it will end with the Master.

You're not gonna leave the Master here to carry out his plan!

Well, he's without Kamelion now and he won't be on Earth for much longer.

I took the opportunity of leaving his compressor activated.

Won't do his dimension circuits much good.

He could end up anywhere, except where he wants to go.

Rather like the Tardis, really.

(WHOOSHING)

-What are we going to do with him? -I don't know.

-Well, he can't stay onboard. -Why not? He's harmless.

And very cooperative. I would make an excellent colleague.

Did you do that?

Unexpected as it may be, I do have a mind of my own.

And a very fine mind it is, too.

I would be honoured if you would allow me to stay.

-Of course... -Doctor!

-I apologise for Tegan's bad manners. -He's a machine, Doctor.

just a machine.

How can we be certain he's still isn't under the control of the Master?

That isn't possible.

-Do you trust him? -Yes.

It seems you're outvoted.

I'm very grateful, Doctor.

Where will I be quartered?

Well, you can have my room, for all I care.

As you wish.

-What are you doing? -I'm taking you home.

Home?

Your own time. I assume that's where you prefer to be.

What are you talking about?

We were on our way to my planet, actually.

I don't want to go home.

Of course you do. You don't have to pretend.

It's a shame, of course.

There were many wonders I wanted to show you.

TEGAN: You still can.

The Eye of Orion.

Indeed.

-You've been there? -Yes. It is very beautiful.

-But you wish to return home. -No, I don't.

-You don't? -No.

Show me the Eye of Orion. Please.

All right. You won't regret it, I promise you.

Well, aren't you gonna reset the coordinates?

No. That's where we're going.