Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 18, Episode 14 - State of Decay: Part Two - full transcript

It's getting dark suddenly.

Night must fall, Romana,
even in E-Space.

Doesn't feel natural.

- There's that noise again.
- Why, it's bats. Quite harmless.

Well, in theory.
That one was a bit carnivorous.

Do you mind if we get a move on?

Come on.

Look.

You are awaited at the Tower. Come.

Stop.

Wait here. Do not move.



- Funny about the windows.
- What windows?

Yes. And then there is
the general architectural style.

- Would you call it Rococo?
- No, I wouldn't.

- Just testing a theory.
- Oh.

- Doctor.
- Yes?

- Greetings.
- Greetings. How do you do?

- I'm the Doctor.
- I'm Romana.

- We know who you are.
- Really?

- We know everything here.
Gosh.

What we do not know is why you are here.

Oh, uh, well,
we were just admiring your tower.

Weren't we admiring the tower?

It was built many generations ago.
Before living memory.

You are space travellers?



- Doesn't that surprise you?
- Nothing surprises us.

A little refreshment?

May you both enjoy your visit.

As we will enjoy having you.

Well, you certainly do very well
for yourselves here.

We struggle to retain
some remnants of civilisation.

On an isolated primitive planet
like this, it isn't easy.

No. No, indeed.

Still, you do better than the peasants.
Bull's blood, I think.

The peasants are simple folk.
Richer fare would only distress them.

Quite right.
Probably give them indigestion.

There's nothing worse
than a peasant with indigestion.

Makes them quite rebellious. I hear
you've been having trouble that way.

There are always a few ungrateful ones

who do not appreciate
all that we do for them.

What do you do for them?
Apart from saving them from gluttony.

We protect them.

There are many dangers on this planet.

Ah, well. Toodle-oo.

Ow.

Sorry. Are you all right?

Yes, it's nothing. It's a tiny cut.

You've hurt yourself. Let me see.
Please, let me see.

Really, there's no need to make
such a fuss over a few drops of blood.

Doctor, you still have not told us
why you came here.

- Bad luck, mostly.
- Yes, we were blown off-course.

A universe off-course.

We were hoping you'd tell us
how you got here.

Or better still, how to get back.

I fear we cannot help you.

Our records say we came from
some distant planet. A freak accident.

We can never return home.
Our technology is lost.

Such a pity.

However, there are compensations.

So, every so often
these guards just turn up,

sort out a few young people
and take them to the Tower?

It is the custom.

- And they become guards?
- A few.

But most of them, no.

Yesterday they took our son.

Why do you stand for it?

It is our place to serve.

Besides, resistance would be useless.

- Our son, Karl, tried to run...
- Karl will be chosen for a guard.

I have Habris' word on it.

Someone should stand up
to these Tower people.

Those who speak out against them die.
Silently, at night.

There were rumours that they were
a band of rebels in the wastelands,

but no one knows for sure.

- Our son, Karl, tried to...
- Enough, woman.

And you, boy, get on with your work.

If your luck holds,
they may not notice you.

Well, you've been very kind
and I'm grateful.

If the Doctor doesn't turn up soon,
I shall go and look for him.

No, you must stay here.

- Why? What can I do here?
- Survive, if you're lucky.

Work, sleep, serve the Lords
faithfully and well.

And they'll allow you to live
until you die. Worn out.

That's all there is for us.

Not for me.

- All of you.
- What are you doing here, Habris?

- The selection was yesterday.
- There is to be another.

So soon? It's against all custom.

The orders are from the Tower.
Do you question them?

And you.

Lord Aukon himself is here.

Interesting.

A mind that shields itself.

One who pretends to be a dull
and stupid peasant,

but who is different.

Who, me?

You.

You.

- Come with me.
- Why?

Spirit, too, I see. Excellent.

Come with you? What's in it for me?

Wealth, power,

dominion over this world

and over many others.

Surely you realise
something here must be wrong?

- Wrong?
- Yes.

- What is, is.
- No, what is is wrong.

Look, societies develop in varying ways.

Yours just seems to be sinking back
into some sort of primitivism.

- Wouldn't you say so?
- Oh, yes.

In terms of applied socioenergetics,

it's losing its grip
on level two development.

On level two?

A society that evolves backwards

must be subject to some
even more powerful force restraining it.

- An even more powerful force?
- How very mysterious.

Well, mysterious or not,

those rebels seem to think
the power emanates from you.

They flatter us.

In any society
there is bound to be a division.

- The rulers and the ruled.
- A division?

- Yawning chasm I'd say, wouldn't you?
- No, I'd say a sociopathetic abscess.

Oh, I wish I'd thought of that.
That's a good diagnosis.

Yes, I've never seen
such a state of decay.

Be careful, Doctor.

We have acquired great powers.

Ah, there must be rulers.
A ship of state must have a pilot.

What did you say?

- Ship of state.
- No.

Ship of state?

- A metaphor.
- Ah.

It's just odd, you see,
that he should mention that.

Because Romana and I have just been
looking at your ship's old manifest

and I can't remember what
the ship was called

but Romana might be able to remember.
What was it called, Romana?

- Hydrax.
- Yes, Hydrax.

Does that mean anything to you?
Hydrax? Hydrax!

- Where did you see this?
- Be silent.

- Those records were destroyed.
- I said be silent.

No, please don't be silent.
It's so fascinating.

- My lord, it is time.
- How dare you interrupt us?

Aukon has seen the sign.
The Arising is at hand.

The Arising? Leave us.

We must go to him.

We shall resume this later.

If you need anything,
there are guards outside the door.

Many guards.

You know something?
I don't think they want to be followed.

Let's sit down.

Oh, yes, this is much more comfortable.

What were those Hydrax officers called?

Captain Miles Sharkey.
Navigation Officer Lauren MacMillan.

Science Officer Anthony O'Connor.

That's very good.

Have you ever heard of
the Brothers Grimm?

This is no time
for fairy tales.

Well, they also discovered
the Law of Consonantal Shift,

how language changes over the years.

You mean the hard sounds softening,
B's becoming V's and so on?

Hmm.

Camilla, Aukon and Zargo.

Wait a minute.

Sharkey... Zharkey... Zarkey...
Zar... Zargo.

Same name passed down
through generations.

That's right.

- And MacMillan becomes?
- Camilla.

- And O'Connor becomes?
- Aukon.

The descendants
of the original ship's officers.

Yes. And this is the original ship.

The pilot here, co-pilot... No, no, no.
Pilot there, co-pilot here.

Instrument banks there,
control panels there.

You mean this is the Hydrax?
The explorer ship?

Yes. Do you fancy exploring it?

Mmm.

- Inspection hatch.
- Doctor?

Inspection hatch.

- Doctor.
- Mmm?

Romana, I've found the inspection hatch.

When my servants
were seeking the Doctor,

I sensed another alien mind
not far away.

I traced it to the village
and here he is.

The first of the Chosen Ones, at last.

But he is an alien. He must have come
with the two strangers.

The Chosen Ones were to be
from amongst the peasants.

We have bred dullness, conformity,

obedience into those clods
for 20 generations.

Unfortunately, we've also bred out

just those qualities
we need for other purposes.

This disturbs me, Aukon.

We have been talking to this Doctor
and his companion.

The Doctor's mind is powerful
but he is dangerous. He must die.

Not before I have questioned him.

I say he is dangerous and must die.

The boy, too.

We need no aliens to join us.

Let him feed the Great One
with his blood.

The boy's still young.

His mind is strong, clear,

but malleable.

We can make of him what we wish.

Aukon is right.
What does it matter where he comes from?

Once he is initiated, he is ours.

We must increase our numbers
as the Great One commands

or he will be angry.

And such a handsome child.

I will take him to be prepared.

Come.

They're taken, then.
Captives in the Tower, all three.

- What are we going to do about it?
- What do you mean?

This Doctor is our only gleam of hope
in a thousand years.

Are you going to let Zargo
and the rest destroy him?

- Well, perhaps they won't harm him.
- They'll kill him, Kalmar.

Him and the girl. You know their powers.

They'll sense he's a danger to them
and they'll destroy him.

Perhaps. It's out of our hands now.

- It needn't be.
- What can we do?

Attack the Tower, rescue them.

A handful of men,
with knives and bows and spears,

and the power of the three to face
if we do get past them?

Would you stay here forever
fiddling with this technological junk?

We need knowledge to attack the Lords.
We must wait until we are ready.

Wait? For how long?
A few more generations?

If necessary, yes.

And you think the same?
Will anyone come with me to the Tower?

Or must I go alone?

- Kalmar is right. It's too soon.
- Too soon.

- Kalmar, you are right.
- I am?

To attack the Tower now
would be suicide.

Glad you realise it.

But if I go in alone, rescue the Doctor,
bring him back here,

he will have discovered
their weaknesses.

And with the knowledge he can give us,
then will you attack?

How will you gain entrance to the Tower?

I was a guard once, remember?

- So?
- So...

I can be one again.

I swear to you, my lord,
the state room was guarded at all times.

Then where are the Doctor and the girl?

My lord, they are aliens.
Who knows what powers...

Absurd. They are weaponless.

Find them, Habris.
Or you shall go to feed the Great One.

Search the Tower.
Search the lands around.

My lord.

You're wrong.

What?

The Doctor is not weaponless.

He has the greatest weapon of all.

Knowledge.

We must be right inside
the turret.

Yes.

It's an arrow class scout ship, Romana.

It detaches from a main vessel
for local exploration.

Wonder why they didn't rip out
all these instruments, too.

Well, why bother? No one comes here.

Look.

There's even a bit of power left
in the energy cells.

- So it could still fly?
- Possibly.

Could we possibly jet our way out?

Getting out is not exactly
the object of our mission, is it?

It proved your point
that this is a spaceship.

Shh.

Sounds like a faint engine noise.

What is it?

- More evidence.
- Of what?

I have a suspicion
but it's too horrible to think about.

Now where are we?
Right in the bowels of the ship.

Disused fuel tanks, I think.

- I can hear that sound again.
- Yes.

- What are we looking for?
- A way out.

Ah.

I doubt very much
that the creature lives in the Tower,

but since the Tower feeds it,
I imagine it lives close by.

Creature? What creature?

- We'll know that when we find it.
- That's nice.

They've been completely drained.

Pipe lead...

I was wrong, Romana.

The fuel tanks aren't disused.

Only this isn't rocket fuel, it's blood.

- You all right?
- No, I'm frightened.

Good, good. We'll soon be there.

- That's what frightens me.
- Come on.

What is it? What is it?

- You jumped on my toe.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

What?

It's that sound again.

- That's not an engine.
- No.

Sound of a giant heartbeat.

- Doctor?
- Yes?

Look.

Do you know what that is?

A feeding system for something
that lives on human blood.

Exactly.

- What is it?
- Do you know, it just occurs to me.

There are vampire legends
on almost every inhabited planet.

- Really?
- Yes.

Creatures that stalk in the night
and feast on the blood of the living.

Creatures that fear sunlight
and running water and certain herbs.

Creatures that are so strong

they can only be killed by beheading

or a stake through the heart...

Or?

Please, say something.

Whatever it is,
we want to find it, don't we?

- No.
- Good. Come on, then.

Where are we, Doctor?

You are in the resting place.

Where?
- The resting place.

Ah.

I am Aukon.

Welcome to my domain.