"Transcripts from novels and synchro: wyxchari" "We've done it!" "We've done it!" "A complete success!" "Take in off, Brotodac." "I want to come with us, I suggest you close the door!" "Well done, Brotodac." "Destination, Zolfa-Thura, I think, General." "I hope it's all been worth it, Meglos." "Oh, I think you'll find this will be well worth the odd torn jacket!" "The Doctor has escaped." "The doors have been breached." "All guards to the gate immediately." "***** Meglos?" "What about the Doctor?" "You're sure he's here." " Positive." " Then here is it?" "O, great god of Ti." "We offer you this sacrifice, and beseech you to restore the Dodecahedron once more to shine in Tigella." " Thanks be to Ti!" " Thanks be to Ti!" "Zastor, The Doctor." "We must help him." "***** Meglos." "*****." "If you *****, you under attack." "Go!" "The Power Room." "Stop the sacrifice!" "Stop him." "Heretic!" "Take him up!" "You've got the wrong Doctor!" "The other one has just escaped." "I saw him." "You are forbidden in the Power Room." "*****." "The Gaztaks have withdrawn." "Yes." "And then the man you want has gone with them." "Gaztaks." "It is true." "What some*****, please, yes." "***** on Tigella?" "Thre man." "That price of success, General." "You never come if it wasn't for us." "You'll be rewarded, all of you, all the power unit." "Take over, Brotodac." "One day I'll go back to Tigella with an army." "Innecessary." "Innecessary with this." "It's *****." "Approaching Zolfa-Thura." "And approaching full potential." "Precisely." "Precisely." "I saw it, he was holding the Dodecahedron, Doctor." "Yes." "What this Meglos want?" "He talked about taking it back with the planet." "Zolfa-Thura." "Why would he want to do that?" " There's nothing here but sand." " Right." "And the Screens." "Screens?" "What Screens?" "The Screens of Zolfa-Thura." "Of course." "The Screens of Zolfa-Thura." "What's he doing now?" "Can't tell the yet. **" "He's buried it." "You think he really give it that." "Not coat." "Not cold?" "*****." "Now he's finished playing the Doctor." "Well, gentlemen, we are ready?" "He doesn't need." "Activation!" "Now we see if it works." "Good luck on Zolfa-Thura, Doctor." "Thank you, Zastor." "Come on, Romana, we must hurry." "Romana!" "She's dead." "She saved my life." "Yes, but we've got a lot to do and other lives to save." "Come on." "My fellow Zolfa-Thurans tried to destroy all we had and all we knew to prevent this moment!" "The Screens are absorbing the power." "Magnifying it, concentrating it." "The five beams they throw out can be made to concentrate on any point in the galaxy." "And blast it?" "To infinitesimal dust!" "Brotodac, you're a discerning sort of fellow." "Choose a planet, any planet." "Oh, make up your own mind for a change." "Well just have that coat!" "It's up to you, Grugger." "What's your choice?" "Tigella." "Let's start with Tigella!" "Well done, we're very close." "It's lighting up the whole sky!" "Right now." "All you lot had stay here." "You can't go alone." "They'll kill you on sight." "Exactly." "On sight if Meglos can impersonate me." "You can impersonate Meglos!" "Right, I won't be long." "A final adjustment for relative motion." "Well, gentlemen, the beams are now programmed to focus on Tigella." "Let's start the countdown." "Patience!" "Blow up here." "We are about to release a power many magnitude greater than any intelligence has ever controlled." "There can be no room for error." "I must check the screens alignment." "Shirt-sleeves, eh?" "Would you say it was vertical?" " No?" " No." "*****." "Do you wouldn't mind just holding it for while I check the other side?" "We are." "*****." "What will he say?" "Doesn't matter what he says any more." "He's talked too much for his own good." "Put it on." "Well, I've got all this all figured out." "I say, I like you in that coat." "What about the countdown?" "Not yet, not yet." "You said it was already programmed." "Programmed?" "To annihilate Tigella." "Oh well yes, yes it is, nearly." "Just a few minor adjustments." "Now I wonder what that's for?" "You said it was for focusing the beams." "Of course, yes, of course." "Two coats?" "Explendid!" "The magnification levels are constant." "One more check and we are ready to go." "Screens." "It's unbelievable." "I like to closer look." "I think we should." "Come along K9." "You've served so well, I thought you deserved a little treat." " So it's just the countdown, and then activation?" " That's it." "Good." "Let's do it." "Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight..." "No, no, probe not quite, no." "The Screens won't reach a maximal capacity for two minutes." "I'm just going to take a stroll outside and try to catch up with myself." "I really don't recommend any when touching those controls." " Get him!" " What?" "Yes." "Put him into the spacecraft security hold." "We can manage without him." "Get him!" "This is yours too, if you want it." "Get him!" "Shouldn't you be doing something?" "Nasty." "That could have been me!" "Get *****." "Get him into the ship!" "I knew he wouldn't get away with it." "He come the Doctor." "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" "Stay here." "If he tries anything, kill him." "What do we do now?" "Ten thousand years." "Cretins!" "Morons!" "Halfwits!" "Yes, they've not been terribly clever have?" "A like us!" "They probably won't even hit Tigella." "If my calculations are correct, they certainly won't!" "Your calculations?" "I inverted your control settings." "If your starts the countdown, he's going to destroy himself, as well as you and me and the well..." "entire planet, of course!" "He's locked away." "No trouble." "Precisely!" "Prepare the countdown." "Quick K9." "He must be in there." "K9, can you open it?" "Affirmative, Mistress." "Three metres by five metres and I could have had the galaxy, the universe." "Yes." "I've often wondered about that." "What?" "Why should a good-looking chap like you want to control the universe?" "Why?" "Yes." "It's baffled me, this burning ambition... burning." "It is beyond your comprehension!" "Oh, absolutely." "Burning..." "Doctor!" "Oh good heavens!" "Out of my way." "No Meglos." "Hold him." "You can't take me." "Got you this time, Meglos!" "On the contrary, Earthling, it's merely you they've got." "What happened?" "What's going on?" " Was that Meglos?" " Yes." "We must have modulated himself onto a particular wavelength of light." "Yes, it's working *****." "With powers like that, Meglos must be virtually indestructible!" "Yes, but we're not." "Quick back to the TARDIS... ***** be the atomised?" " Atomised?" " Yes." " No!" "Thirty seconds to beams converging!" "29, 28,..., 10, 9..." "Is time the old girl had a thorough overhaul!" "7, 6, 5..." "We're moving!" "The laboratory." "It's sinking again!" "Stop the countdown." "Stop the clock him." "Stop the clock." "Fool." "Stop." "It will be made a beginning, Doctor." "Yes." "I'd stay but horticulture isn't my strong point." " Doctor?" " Yes." "Gallifrey." "They want us back there immediately." "Gallifrey?" "Do they indeed?" "We'll see about that, after we've dropped our friend." "Unless of course you want to stay here and garden?" "Maybe I will." "I'll be in trouble back home." "I told my wife I'd be home in twenty minutes!" "Don't worry what that." "Get you back before you left." "Oh good."