MEGLOS

BY: JOHN FLANAGAN AND ANDREW MCCULLOCH

Part Four

Original Air Date: 18 October 1980
Running time: 19:30

CARIS: Zastor! The Doctor!

ZASTOR: Has escaped. We heard.

ROMANA: No, that was Meglos.

DEEDRIX: The doppelganger.

ROMANA: You should be up on the surface. You're under att*ck.

ZASTOR: Go!

DEEDRIX: The Power room.

ZASTOR: Stop the sacrifice! Stop it!

LEXA: Heretic! Take him out!

ROMANA: It's the wrong Doctor!

CARIS: The other one's escaped. We saw him.

LEXA: You are forbidden in the Power room!

ZASTOR: There are two of them. He's innocent.

GUARD: The Gaztaks have withdrawn.

DEEDRIX: Yes, and the man you want's gone with them.

LEXA: Gaztaks? Is this true?

DOCTOR: Won't somebody please say yes?

GRUGGER: I lost fifty percent of my crew on Tigella.

MEGLOS: Three men? That's the price of success, General.

GRUGGER: You would never have done it but for us.

MEGLOS: You'll be rewarded. Both of you. All the power you need.

GRUGGER: Take over, Brotadac.

BROTADAC: General.

GRUGGER: One day I will go back to Tigella with an army.

MEGLOS: Unnecessary. Unnecessary with this. (the Dodecahedron) It's potential has scarcely been touched.

BROTADAC: Approaching Zolfa-Thura.

GRUGGER: Approaching full potential.

MEGLOS: Precisely. Precisely.

CARIS: I saw him holding the Dodecahedron, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Yes, but what does this Meglos want?

CARIS: He talked about taking it back to the d*ad planet.

DOCTOR: Zolfa-Thura? Why would he want to do a thing like that?

ROMANA: There's nothing there except sand.

DOCTOR: Right.

ROMANA: And the screens.

DOCTOR: Screens? What screens?

ROMANA: The Screens of Zolfa-Thura.

DOCTOR: Of course. The Screens of Zolfa-Thura.

BROTADAC: What's he doing now?

GRUGGER: I can't tell just yet.

BROTADAC: Buried it?

GRUGGER: Hmm.

BROTADAC: Do you think he'd let me have that?

GRUGGER: What, the coat? You want it? Not cold, is it.

BROTADAC: It's a rather nice coat. Now that he's finished playing the Doctor

MEGLOS: Well, gentlemen, we are ready.

GRUGGER: What happens next?

MEGLOS: Activation.

MEGLOS: Now to see it work.

ZASTOR: Good luck on Zolfa-Thura, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Thank you, Zastor. Come on, Romana, we're in a hurry.

LEXA: Romana!

DOCTOR: She's d*ad.

ROMANA: She saved my life.

DOCTOR: Yes, but we've got other things to do, other lives to save. Come on.

MEGLOS: My fellow Zolfa-Thurans tried to destroy all we had and all we knew to prevent this moment.

GRUGGER: The Screens area absorbing the power.

MEGLOS: Magnifying it. Concentrating it. The five beams they throw out can be made to converge on any point in the galaxy.

BROTADAC: And blast it?

MEGLOS: To infinitesimal dust. Brotadac, you're a discerning sort of fellow. Choose a planet, any planet.

GRUGGER: Oh, make your own mind up for a change.

BROTADAC: I don't know.

MEGLOS: And you, General Grugger? What's your choice?

GRUGGER: Tigella. Let's start with Tigella.

ROMANA: Well done, we're very close.

DEEDRIX: It's lighting up the whole sky!

DOCTOR: Right, now, you all stay here.

ROMANA: You can't go alone.

DEEDRIX: The Gaztaks k*ll on sight.

DOCTOR: Exactly. On sight. If Meglos can impersonate me

ROMANA: You can impersonate Meglos.

DOCTOR: Right. I won't be long.

MEGLOS: Final adjustment for relative motion.

MEGLOS: Well, gentlemen, the beams are now programmed to focus upon Tigella.

BROTADAC: Start the countdown?

MEGLOS: Patience!

MEGLOS: Brotadac, we are about to release a power many magnitudes greater than any intelligence has ever controlled.

BROTADAC: We are?

MEGLOS: There can be no room for error. I'll just recheck the screen alignments.

DOCTOR: Shirt sleeves, eh?

DOCTOR: Ah, er, would you say this was vertical?

GAZTAK: No.

DOCTOR: No. No more than I. Would you just mind holding it up for me while I check from inside? That's it. There we are.

GRUGGER: Put it on.

BROTADAC: What will he say?

GRUGGER: It doesn't matter. I've got this all figured out. We don't need him. Put it on.

GRUGGER: That was quick.

DOCTOR: Well, I cut a few corners. I say, I like his coat. Now, what have we got here?

BROTADAC: Start the countdown?

DOCTOR: Not yet, not yet.

GRUGGER: I thought it was already programmed.

DOCTOR: Programmed?

GRUGGER: To annihilate Tigella.

DOCTOR: Oh, well, it is, yes, it is. Nearly. Just a few minor adjustments. I wonder what that's for?

GRUGGER: You said it focused the beams.

DOCTOR: Oh, of course, yes. Of course.

GRUGGER: Two coats?

MEGLOS: Splendid. The magnification levels are constant. One more check and we're ready to go.

DEEDRIX: The Screens. It's unbelievable.

CARIS: I'd like to have a closer look.

ROMANA: I think we should. Come along, K9.

DOCTOR: You've served me so well I thought you both deserved a little treat.

GRUGGER: So it's now just the countdown and activation.

DOCTOR: That's it.

GRUGGER: Good. Let's get on with it.

BROTADAC: Sixty. Fifty nine.

DOCTOR: No, no, Brotadac, no. The Screens don't reach their maximum capacity for two minutes. I'm just going outside for a little stroll to see if I can catch up with myself. And I don't recommend anyone touch those controls.

GRUGGER: Get him.

BROTADAC: What?

GRUGGER: Yes. Put him in the spacecraft security hold. We can manage without him. Get him! That's yours too, if you want.

BROTADAC: Oh. Get him!

MEGLOS: Shouldn't you be doing something?

DOCTOR: Oh! Nasty.

DOCTOR: That could have been me.

BROTADAC: What are they playing at?

DOCTOR: Ooof!

BROTADAC: Get him into the ship.

ROMANA: I knew he wouldn't get away with it. They've got the Doctor.

DOCTOR: Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

BROTADAC: Stay there! If he tries anything, k*ll him.

CARIS: What are we going to do now?

MEGLOS: Ten thousand years. Cretins. Morons. Half-wits.

DOCTOR: Yes, they've not been very clever, have they, unlike us.

MEGLOS: They probably won't even h*t Tigella.

DOCTOR: Well, if my calculations are correct, they certainly won't.

MEGLOS: Your calculations?

DOCTOR: I inverted your control setting. If he starts the countdown, he'll destroy himself, as well as you and me and, well, the whole planet, of course.

BROTADAC: Locked away, no trouble.

GRUGGER: Precisely. Prepare the countdown.

ROMANA: Go, K9.

ROMANA: He must be in there. K9, can you open it?

K9: Affirmative, mistress.

MEGLOS: Three metres by five metres, and I could have had the galaxy. The universe.

DOCTOR: Oh, yes. I've often puzzled about that.

MEGLOS: What!

DOCTOR: Well, why a good looking chap like you should want to control the universe.

MEGLOS: Why?

DOCTOR: Yes. I mean, it baffles me, this burning ambition to. Burning?

MEGLOS: It's beyond your comprehension.

DOCTOR: Oh, absolutely. Burning?

ROMANA: Doctor? Oh, good heavens.

MEGLOS: Out of my way.

DOCTOR: No, Meglos. Hold him!

MEGLOS: You can't take me.

EARTHLING: Got you this time, Meglos.

MEGLOS: On the contrary, Earthling, it's merely you they've got.

EARTHLING: What's happened? What's going on?

ROMANA: Was that Meglos?

DOCTOR: Yes.

ROMANA: He must have modulated himself on a particular wavelength of light.

DOCTOR: Yes. He's what you'd call a colourful personality.

ROMANA: But that would make him virtually indestructible.

DOCTOR: Yes, but we're not. Quick, back to the TARDIS. Or do you want to be atomised?

EARTHLING: Atomised?

DOCTOR: Yes.

EARTHLING: No.

DOCTOR: Good.

GRUGGER: Thirty seconds to beams converging.

BROTADAC: Twenty nine. Twenty eight. Twenty seven. Twenty six.

BROTADAC (OOV.): Twenty five.

DOCTOR: You're not going to let us down this time, are you, old girl.

BROTADAC (OOV.): Twenty four. Twenty three. Twenty two. Twenty one. Twenty.

BROTADAC: Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen.

BROTADAC: Fifteen, fourteen

BROTADAC (OOV.): Thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine.

DOCTOR (OOV.): It's time this thing had a thorough overhaul.

BROTADAC (OOV.): Seven, six

BROTADAC: Five.

GRUGGER: We're moving.

BROTADAC: Four point five.

GRUGGER: The laboratory's sinking.

BROTADAC: Sinking four.

BROTADAC (OOV.): Five, four

MEGLOS (OOV.): Stop the countdown.

BROTADAC (OOV.): But the clock says

MEGLOS (OOV.): Stop the clock!

GRUGGER (OOV.): It must be this button.

MEGLOS (OOV.): Stop the countdown! Stop the clock!

GRUGGER (OOV.): It must be this button.

MEGLOS (OOV.): Fool! Stop!

ZASTOR: Well, we've made a beginning, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Yes, I'd like to stay and help you, but horticulture's not my strong point.

ROMANA (OOV.): Doctor?

DOCTOR: Yes?

ROMANA: Gallifrey.

DOCTOR: What?

ROMANA: They want us back immediately.

DOCTOR: Gallifrey? Do they, indeed. Well, we'll see about that when we've dropped our friend off home. Unless, of course, you want to stay here and do some gardening?

EARTHLING: Maybe I will. I'll be in trouble back home.

DOCTOR: Oh?

EARTHLING: I told the wife I'd be in from work in twenty minutes.

DOCTOR: Well, don't worry about that. We can get you back before you leave.

EARTHLING: Oh, good.
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