(''DOCTOR WHO'' THEME)
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?
Come back! I need your help!
Superstitious savage.
I've gone too far to turn back now.
Hey, Doctor! Doctor!
You don't understand the implications.
I'm not a human being. I walk in eternity.
It's time I stopped running round after the Brigadier.
Mental projection of that force is beyond imagination,
- yet it might explain the stabiliser failure. - No, Doctor, don't!
Whatever it was, it was totally malevolent.
We've materialised at the correct point in space, but obviously not in time.
A temporal reverse. Some vast impulse of energy has drawn the Tardis off course.
- So this is UNIT HQ, but years before I knew it? - Yes.
- It's so different. It can't be the same house. - It's the old priory.
- The UNIT house was built on the site. - The old priory was burnt down, wasn't it?
- Something is wrong. - I don't like it here.
Something is going on contrary to the laws of the universe. I must find out what.
(ORGAN MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Excuse me, sir.
Get out! Get out of here!
How dare you disturb me? Get out at once!
- I'm sorry, sir, but the gentleman insisted. - Gentleman? What gentleman?
An old friend of Professor Scarman, sir.
I ordered that no one was to be admitted, Collins. No callers!
- Don't blame Collins. Forced entry, sir. - 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 Dr Warlock. I live in the village and Professor Scarman is my oldest friend.
- I am Ibrahim Namin. - I know your name.
It's your business that I'm concerned with.
Called at the lodge. Saw 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 from Egypt all the relics discovered by the Professor.
My orders are to allow no one admittance to the house until the Professor returns.
- That is an end to it, Dr Warlock. - No, sir, not by a long chalk!
(WARLOCK) I'm not leaving till I find out what's going on.
Why bother to lock an internal door?
Maybe this wing of the house isn't in use. It smells musty enough.
That isn't all must, Sarah. Some of it's mummy.
French picklock. Never fails. Belonged to Marie Antoinette. Charming lady.
- Lost her head, poor thing. - (KEY IN LOCK)
Of course, it would make an ideal headquarters for some paramilitary organisation.
This room could be turned into a laboratory.
Who are you? How did you get in here?
Through the window.
I understood the property was for sale. No?
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.
Listen, if you're a friend of Dr Warlock, sir, tell him to watch out.
- Watch out for what? - The Egyptian.
- He's got the temper of the devil himself. - Egyptian, eh?
Is this where he keeps his relatives?
It's no joke, sir. 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.
Not this way, sir. Better go the way you came. He might see you.
As you wish.
And remember to tell Dr Warlock what I said, sir.
Don't worry. I'll remember.
(WARLOCK) Utter humbug! That letter's a bogus fabrication if ever I saw one.
- (NAMIN) Are you alleging that it is forged? - 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!
Unless you give me some straight answers, I'm going to the police.
To say what? That a foreigner is living in Scarman's house?
To say that he's not been seen for weeks.
That his baggage is lying unclaimed in his hotel.
I've made enquiries in Cairo.
- (MAN SCREAMS) - What the devil...
Open... The fool!
- Poor fellow. He'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, the High One himself will come among us.
Yes, I see.
Well, I still think the police...
You should have left, Warlock.
Now you have seen too much. You must be the second unbeliever to die.
(SPEAKS EGYPTIAN)
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?
Marcus Scarman's brother.
He lives there.
Knows me.
He needs help, Sarah. You go on ahead. Find the lodge.
- What about you? - I'll be all right.
OK.
(TWIG SNAPS)
(ORGAN PLAYS)
The All Powerful descends.
O noble God,
your servant hears you.
Oh, my dear chap. Is he badly hurt?
He'll be all right if we can staunch the bleeding.
Doctor, listen. I saw a mummy. A walking mummy.
Embalmed eviscerated corpses don't walk.
- But this one did! - Never mind about that now.
(SPEAKS EGYPTIAN)
Thank you.
Is there anything I can get you?
No, I'm all right now.
Just try and rest, then.
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, Mr Scarman.
- 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 is 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.
We travel in time, Mr Scarman. I'm really from 1980.
That is utterly preposterous, Miss Smith!
Yes.
- Sorry. - (DOCTOR) Interesting contraption.
Kindly leave that alone, sir.
That apparatus is delicately adjusted.
It is a receiver containing highly dangerous electrical current.
So I see. What year is this?
- What year? - It's a simple enough question.
- You don't know? - If I knew I wouldn't ask. Don't be obtuse, man!
1911.
Splendid! An excellent year. One of my favourites.
- I really must congratulate you, Mr Scarman. - On what?
- Inventing the radio telescope 40 years early. - That, sir, is a Marconiscope.
- Its purpose... - ..is to receive radio emissions from the stars.
How could YOU possibly know that?
I have the advantage of being slightly ahead of you.
Sometimes behind you, but normally ahead of you.
- I see. - I'm sure you don't, but it's nice of you to try.
- Show me how this gadget works. - You want me to...
Please. Just a little demonstration.
Amazing! That's really amazing!
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?
I just thought I'd verify the signal.
- No harm in double-checking. - What's that, Doctor?
In principle, it's the same as the gadget you've invented, only less cumbersome.
- (BEEPING) - Yes, it is the same signal.
Obviously automatic.
Well, if it's a message, it shouldn't be difficult to decipher.
- They'd make it easy. - Who would?
Whoever transmitted it.
This pattern recurs three times in one line.
Let's call that E.
(MENACING MUSIC)
''Beware Sutekh.''
Sutekh?
Better known to you as Set?
Of course. Egyptian mythology. Set 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 dangerous than anything even I have ever encountered. Stay here.
- I've an old hunting rifle. - I never carry firearms.
What I meant was that I should feel better if I could bring it.
Bring it!
(MENACING MUSIC)
All high, all powerful, most noble Lord,
thy humble servant welcomes thee.
(NAMIN) Master, at last you are here.
I, Ibrahim Namin, and all my forebears
have served you faithfully through the thousands of years that you have slept.
- We have guarded the secret of your tomb. - Stand. Look upon my face.
Great One, Lord Sutekh, I dare not.
Look.
Is this the face of Sutekh?
(NAMIN) Master, spare me.
Spare me. I am a true servant of the Great Sutekh.
I am the servant of Sutekh.
He needs no other.
(AGONISED SCREAMS)
Die.
I bring Sutekh's gift of death to all humanity.
(AGONISED SCREAMS)