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AUDIO ADVENTURES IN TIME AND SPACE
TRANSCRIPTION: "MINUET IN HELL" (AV11)
PART: 2 OF 2
DURATION: 17:06
VERSION: 0.1
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MUSIC: THEME 1
SCENE 31: BEDLAM
SOUND: BG: INMATES SHOUTING AND TALKING
GIDEON: Just as snakes and scorpions build up venom within their
bodies - which they must discharge from time to time or
die - so would the Gressolins build up power within
their minds. Only another living thing can receive this
energy from them, and the process is *always* fatal.
Each Gressolin must kill regularly. If not, his mind
would simply explode. No armour can prevail against the
psychic bolts. As a weapon, they're irresistible. But,
yet, there *is* an inherent weakness.
When the Gressolin has killed, he at once falls prey to
exhaustion. He must stagger off somewhere quiet and
sleep like a newborn babe.
SCENE 32: THE GROUNDS OF MEDMENHAM ABBEY.
SOUND: COUNT OGOLIEN STUMBLES ALONG THE GRAVEL PATH.
OGOLIEN: [EXHAUSTED] The temple. Must reach the temple.
MURA: [CALLING, OFF] Ogolien! Husband!
SOUND: OGOLIEN WALKS OVER TO HER.
MURA: *There* you are.
RIA: What's the matter with him? Is he hurt?
OGOLIEN: Must sleep. Forgive me, Mura. I must sleep.
MURA: I understand. [WHISPERING] Ogolien, our plan's in
jeopardy. There is a Gallifreyan in London.
OGOLIEN: What?!? How could *they* find out?!?
MURA: Mere accident, I think.
OGOLIEN: We daren't risk leaving one of those meddlers at large!
The hour's too crucial!
MURA: Go into the temple. Get what rest you can. I'll find
the Gallifreyan and obliterate him before....
RIA: What did you say?
MURA: I said, I'll find your friend and liberate him, Ria.
RIA: Liberate? I thought...
OGOLIEN: Farewell for now then, wife.
MURA: Come, Ria. We need swiftest carriages.
SCENE 33: THE GROUNDS OF MEDMENHAM ABBEY - ELSEWHERE.
WILKES: [SNORES DEEPLY]
SHERWIN: [Let's get that] bucket [over here].
SOUND: A METAL BUCKET BEING SHIFTED AROUND.
SHERWIN: One! Two!
SOUND: HE FLINGS THE BUCKET OF WATER ONTO THE SLEEPING WILKES.
WILKES: [SPLUTTERS AND COUGHS]
[THE LORDS AND SHERWIN HAVE A LAUGH AT WILKES.]
LORD #1: Got him! Got him!
WILKES: [FURIOUS] What stinking poxy trick's this, then?!?
SHERWIN: On your legs, Jack. You must come to the abbey. The
invocation commences presently.
LORD #2: Lord Sandwich means to make a peroration first. 'Twould
be most discourteous to miss it.
WILKES: [COUGHS]
SCENE 34: MEDMENHAM ABBEY
LORD SANDWICH: Me lords, gentlemen, brother acolytes of the most
illustrious order of Hell Fire!
CROWD: Hell Fire!
LORD SANDWICH: For many years we have assembled here at Medmenham to do
homage to our infernal master: the Prince of Darkness,
almighty Lucifer!
In countless ceremonies, I, or Sir Francis, his grace,
the Earl of Orchford have entreated him to appear
before us. We have praised him, and invoked him! Yet
never has he chosen to rise from Hell at our request!
Never! Until tonight!
Gentlemen, a revelation has come upon me. I have heard
the voice of Hell promising that tonight I... I alone...
will prevail at last! I stake me reputation on this. At
midnight, Lucifer, in majesty, will show himself at my
command!!!
WILKES: Well, now, my lord. Perhaps I, John Wilkes can help you
out there.
SCENE 35: OUTSIDE BEDLAM
SOUND: A TRAP PULLS UP.
SCENE 36: INSIDE BEDLAM
SOUND: BG: INMATES SHOUTING AND TALKING
MURA: Softly now, Ria. We mustn't wake the keeper.
RIA: Yes, Mura.
MURA: Now point out the Doctor to me. Hurry, girl.
DOCTOR: [OFF] Ria! Oh, thank heavens! I'm over here!
RIA: I.... Who's that? I don't...
GIDEON: No. Over *here*, Ria. Don't you recognize me?
RIA: Yes! Doctor! Come quickly! We're going to get you out
of here!
SOUND: THE RATTLING OF THE DOCTOR'S CHAINS.
DOCTOR: [TO HIMSELF] Then it *is* true. I'm insane. Gideon was
the Doctor all along, and I.... Who am I?
GIDEON: Splendid to see you again, Ria.
RIA: Doctor, this is Countess Mura. She's been a great help
to me.
GIDEON: Delighted to make your acquaintance, Countess.
MURA: And I yours, Gallifreyan.
SOUND: THERE IS A GROWLING SOUND, LIKE THAT OF A DEMONS AS MURA
CASTS HER SPELL OVER GIDEON.
MURA: Now watch my eyes.
GIDEON: Your eyes? Why, what.... NO!
SOUND: HE IS ENGULFED IN THE PSYCHIC BOLT.
GIDEON: AHHHHHHH!!!
RIA: Nooooo!
MURA: Thank you, Ria. I'll leave you now. Oh my, but this
extermination is tiring work.
SOUND: RIA BEGINS TO WORK AT THE DOCTOR'S STRAIT JACKET.
RIA: All right, Doctor. She's gone. Hold still while I
untie you.
DOCTOR: What? I'm sorry. Are you talking to me?
RIA: I knew Mura would kill you if I gave you away. That's
why I pretended the other man was the Doctor. Poor
devil. I wish there'd been some other way, but I had to
protect you. Here. You're free. Come on!
SOUND: SHE TOSSES THE CHAINS AND STRAIT JACKET ASIDE.
DOCTOR: Ebenezer!
RIA: What?
DOCTOR: The more I think about.... I'm *sure* my name's
Ebenezer!
RIA: Come on!
CURDLE: What's all this caterwauling? You! How did you get
loose?!?
DOCTOR: Oh, Master Curdle, please don't hit me any more. It
wasn't my *fault*!
CURDLE: Hit you? Oh, no. The time for cudgels is past!
SOUND: HE TOSSES THE CUDGEL ASIDE.
CURDLE: The hour has come for *cold steel*, your honour!
SOUND: HE DRAWS HIS SWORD.
RIA: Oh, no you don't!
SOUND: RIA HITS CURDLE WITH THE CUDGEL.
CURDLE: Owhooo... hoo!
DOCTOR: Well done, Ria. You swing that cudgel as to the manor
born. Are you after the job here?
RIA: Grab the sword and we'll get out of here.
DOCTOR: Good thinking! So, master Curdle, this time it's *you*
at *my* mercy!
RIA: Doctor, what are you going to do?
DOCTOR: I...I *am* the Doctor? You're sure?
RIA: Yes!
DOCTOR: Then not what I'd *like* to do.
SOUND: HE GRABS CURDLE'S KEYS AND TOSSES THEM TO SOME INMATES.
DOCTOR: Here! Take his keys! Free yourselves! Mad or sane, no
human being should be locked up in *this* hell hole.
SCENE 37: IN THE CORRIDORS OF BEDLAM - A SHORT TIME LATER.
RIA: All these corridors! This place is a labyrinth!
DOCTOR: As twisted as the mind that conceived it! In the
twentieth century, they'll use Bedlam to house the
Imperial War Museum.
MURA: [BREATHES HEAVILY]
RIA: Doctor, look! It's Mura!
MURA: Oh, plague take it! I'm *lost*! Where's the way out?
Oh, I'm so tired.
WOMAN: It's the witch! The one that killed poor Gideon! Get
her! Come on! Get her!
OTHERS: Get her!
MURA: Get *away* from me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
RIA: Oh! It's horrid!
DOCTOR: Come on. I think the door's this way!
SCENE 38: IN THE TRAP, ON THE ROAD TO MEDMENHAM ABBEY.
SOUND: THE TRAP FLIES ALONG THE HIGHWAY.
DOCTOR: G'y up! Oh, why can't someone invent the helicopter when
I really need one?
RIA: You're looking a lot better now, Doctor.
DOCTOR: It's a great help to know I am who I am. And it's nice
to know you're safe, too. I had a few moderately
disagreeable moments back there.
RIA: Will you be able to cope with the other Gressolin?
DOCTOR: If the laudanum wears off quickly enough. *And* if the
symbiotic nuclei haven't permanently scrambled my
brain. Anyway, I have to. From what you tell me, this
Count Ogolien plans to subjugate Britain, with Lord
Sandwich as his puppet. I can't allow that.
RIA: Does one little country matter so much?
DOCTOR: Ria, this is seventeen sixty-two. Britain's in the
middle of an *immense* period of colonial expansion!
Wolfe's just taken Quebec! Clive's conquered India!
Cook's all set to discover Australia! Britain could
have ruled most of the world by the end of the
eighteenth century if it hadn't been governed by a set
of blockheads.
RIA: At least your memory's improving.
DOCTOR: That's true! Ain't I the resilient one!
Let's see. Ogolien's first job will be to avert the
American War of Independence. Simple enough. Benjamin
Franklin's a fully paid-up member of the Hell Fire Club.
America, Australia, Asia, Africa, Europe. Yes! I
wouldn't put it past him to hijack the French
Revolution. Set up a cat's-paw Napoleon. Then he'd
have the lot. A nice little planet, rich in mineral
resources. Endless supplies of slave labour. A perfect
power base to renew the war against Gallifrey. [TO THE
HORSE] G'y up, dobbin! We've got to reach Medmenham
before the invocation!
SOUND: THE TRAP RACES OFF INTO THE NIGHT.
SCENE 39: MEDMENHAM ABBEY.
LORD SANDWICH: [SHOUTING] Begin, my brothers!!!
[THE GROUP MEMBERS BEGIN A LATIN CHANT.]
[TN: AGAIN, THE LATIN BITS WILL APPEAR IN A FUTURE
RELEASE OF THIS TRANSCRIPT]
SCENE 40: INSIDE OGOLIEN'S TEMPLE.
SOUND: BG: AN ELECTRONIC HUMMING
WERGLASH: [GROANS WEAKLY]
OGOLIEN: Come along now my monstrous friend. Almost time for
your big scene.
WERGLASH: Why do you torment me?
OGOLIEN: My, what a *pitiful* monster you *are*! Never mind.
You'll be enough to terrify the Hell Fire Club, I'm
sure. Hm-mm. [STRETCHING] Oh, another hour of sleep
would have done me no harm.
SOUND: THE DOOR OPENS.
OGOLIEN: Mura? Is that you?
DOCTOR: What a charming little relic of simpler days.
OGOLIEN: What!?!
DOCTOR: Multi dimensions in space, but not time. I suppose
you'd call it an *ARDIS*.
OGOLIEN: Gallifreyan! You *pests* get everywhere. You're worse
than Ormellian woodworm!
RIA: Doctor, be careful! Don't look at his eyes!
DOCTOR: It's all right. He can't manage a psychic bolt *just*
now. It's too soon after his *last* discharge.
OGOLIEN: Quite correct. But, as for you, girl! Your mind is in
my power. You have no will of your own. Understand?
RIA: [MONOTONE] I understand.
OGOLIEN: [LAUGHS] Humans! All the mental resilience of doped
budgerigars!
DOCTOR: No wonder Rassilon *burned* your planet! You're
a *species* to make the universe *squirm*!
OGOLIEN: That sword in your hand, Gallifreyan, is it purely
ornamental or do you know how to use it?
DOCTOR: Only one way to find out, isn't there?
SOUND: THE DOCTOR DRAWS HIS SWORD.
SCENE 41: MEDMENHAM ABBEY
CHORUS: [CONTINUES ITS LATIN CHANT]
LORD SANDWICH: [OVER THE DRONE OF THE CHORUS, LORD SANDWICH BEGINS TO
CRY OUT HIS INVOCATIONS.]
SCENE 42: INSIDE OGOLIEN'S TEMPLE
SOUND: BG: AN ELECTRONIC HUMMING
SOUND 2: THE DOCTOR AND OGOLIEN ARE IN MID-DUEL
DOCTOR: Ah! Not so fast, Ogolien! No! Ah!
OGOLIEN: [LAUGHS] It appears you have me at a disadvantage,
Doctor. Ria? See that scalpel? Take it, and kill...
yourself!
RIA: [MONOTONE] I obey.
DOCTOR: No!
SOUND: THE DOCTOR TOSSES ASIDE HIS SWORD.
OGOLIEN: Wait, girl! [WITH EFFORT] Ah!
DOCTOR: [IN PAIN] Ahhh!
SOUND: A TEARING OF CLOTH.
OGOLIEN: This is how it should have been centuries ago.
Gressolin sword at Gallifreyan throat. But I'm not
going to thrust home just yet! [TO RIA] Girl, can you
hear me?
RIA: [MONOTONE] Yes. I hear you.
OGOLIEN: Tie the Doctor up. Tear strips from your petticoat.
They'll hold. You see, Doctor, I mean to wait until my
psychic reservoirs are full to overflowing!
SOUND: RIA BEGINS TO TEAR HER PETTICOAT.
OGOLIEN: Then I'll barbecue you to a small coal of gently
smouldering charcoal.
DOCTOR: Ow! Careful, Ria! My bones don't *bend*!
OGOLIEN: Two minutes to the hour.
SOUND: HE BEGINS TO PUNCH AT SOME CONTROLS.
OGOLIEN: Time to transmit the whimpering werglash.
WERGLASH: Please spare me from this torture!
OGOLIEN: Quiet! Don't interrupt my moment of triumph! Mura
should be here to see this. Girl, why has my wife not
returned? What the blazes is she doing?
RIA: [MONOTONE] Your wife is at sport, Count Ogolien.
OGOLIEN: At sport? What do you mean?
RIA: Even as we speak, the lunatics of Bedlam are playing
football with her head.
OGOLIEN: I... don't.... [GUT-WRENCHING SCREAM]
DOCTOR: Thank heavens! The hypnotic link! It's broken! Quick,
Ria. Untie me! We *must* stop the transmission
sequence! Oh, which button shall I press?
SOUND: HE PRESSES A FEW BUTTONS
DOCTOR: It's this [way]. No! Oh, no! I've pressed the wrong
one!
SOUND: THERE IS A HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING
DOCTOR: Get away from the controls!
WERGLASH: I am [?].
DOCTOR: I've reduced the gravity to his functional optimum!
Quick! He's not at the top of his food chain for
nothing!
WERGLASH: ?
OGOLIEN: Your mind is in my power! You have no.... Mwah!
WERGLASH: [GROANS]
OGOLIEN: Well if... if mind can't pierce you, let's see what
steel can do! Ah!
WERGLASH: [GROWLS WITH PAIN]
OGOLIEN: Ahhh! Let go of me! Look out for the generator!
You're going to.... [LETS OUT A LENGTHY SCREAM]
SOUND: OGOLIEN IS ELECTROCUTED BY THE GENERATOR.
SCENE 43: OUTSIDE OGOLIEN'S TEMPLE
SOUND: THE DOOR TO THE TEMPLE OPENS.
SFX2: A SMALL EXPLOSION.
DOCTOR: Quick, Ria! [Hurry?] yourself flat!
RIA: I am! I am!
SOUND: A LARGER EXPLOSION.
SCENE 44: MEDMENHAM ABBEY.
CHORUS: [CONTINUES ITS CHANT AT A FEVERED PITCH AS THE
INVOCATION REACHES ITS PEAK.]
LORD SANDWICH: [CONTINUES TO SCREAM HIS INVOCATIONS WITH GREAT FERVOUR]
[THE CHORUS STOPS CHANTING.]
LORD SANDWICH: Arise! Arise, almighty Lucifer!!!
SOUND: `LUCIFER' APPEARS WITH AN UNCEREMONIOUS SERIES OF THUDS.
[STUNNED, THE CROWD INHALES AS IF THEY WERE ONE.]
LORD SANDWICH: He is here! He is here! Behold, great Lu....
SHERWIN: It's a baboon!
[THE CROWD BEGINS TO LAUGH.]
LORD SANDWICH: What?!?
LORD #2: Oh, I pray! Ha! Ha!
LORD SANDWICH: Wilkes! I'll have your *balls* on me *point* for this!
SCENE 45: THE GROUNDS OF MEDMENHAM ABBEY.
SOUND: THE DOCTOR AND RIA ARE WALKING ALONG A GRAVEL PATH.
RIA: A baboon?
DOCTOR: Wearing a little red cloak and horns. John Wilkes'
doing. Lovely sense of humour! He borrowed it from an
ex-governor of Bengal, if I remember my history right.
RIA: I bet Lord Sandwich wasn't pleased.
DOCTOR: Uh, moderately incandescent. Wilkes was expelled from
the Hell Fire club - a rare distinction. Sandwich never
achieved power. His name's remembered in quite a
*different* connection.
RIA: Do you think you'll be able to repair the TARDIS?
DOCTOR: We'll see. The old girl's been through a lot just
recently. Come to that, so have I. I've a feeling
we could *both* use a bit of an overhaul.
You know, it's most *peculiar*, the symbiotic nuclei
going haywire like that. I can't understand it. Can
you?
RIA: U...uh... no Doctor. It's a mystery.
DOCTOR: If I didn't know better, I'd say someone had
*deliberately*....
RIA: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes?
RIA: Uh, I was just thinking.
DOCTOR: What?
RIA: Do we really have to leave this century the way we found
it? I mean, a world power like Britain in the hands of
those terrible men, with their Hell Fire Club.
I..is...isn't there some way we could... well... clean
things up a bit?
[NOTE: DURING THIS FINAL SPEECH, THE DOCTOR AND RIA
ARRIVE AT THEIR TRAP, CLIMB INTO IT, AND BEGIN TO RIDE
DOWN THE ROAD.]
DOCTOR: Can't be done, Ria. It's the Timelords' law: I may
never - whatever the justification - interfere with
known historical sequences. Besides, good often comes
out of evil, you know. The United States of America
would never have been founded if it hadn't been for the
rottenness and incompetence of the British government.
Can't tamper with that, can I? Think of it. The world
would have been deprived of jazz, westerns, baseball,
[BECOMING LESS ENTHUSIASTIC] soap operas, Frisbees,
Kentucky Fried Chicken, "The A-Team". Yeah. Erm. Well,
anyway, it's the Timelords' law. G'y up, dobbin.
MUSIC: THEME 1 [IN AND OUT]
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(END OF PART TWO)
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- C A S T -
The Doctor......Nicholas Briggs
Ria............Patricia Merrick
Lord Sandwich....Michael Wisher
Count Ogolien.......Nigel Fairs
Countess Mura......Julie Oliver
Gideon Spoonbill......Ray Float
Master Curdle.......Nigel Fairs
John Wilkes...........Ray Float
Nelly..............Julie Oliver
Werglash..........William Baggs
Sherwin.........Nicholas Briggs
- C R E W -
written by.........Alan W. Lear
series theme.....Brian Marshall
incidental music...Clive Latham
recorded by.......William Baggs
edited by.........William Baggs
directed by.......William Baggs
produced by.......William Baggs
- transcriber -
sloth (an933@hwcn.org)
- websites -
http://www.hwcn.org/~an933
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