This episode offers a biting critique of how media spectacle is weaponized to desensitize the public and mask the brutal realities of corporate exploitation. It remains a powerful reminder that systemic liberation requires both collective resistance and the courage to confront uncomfortable truths.
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Vengeance on Varos | FULL EPISODES | Season 22 | Doctor Who: ClassicAdded:
(eerie music) (beeping) - Aaaargh.
Aaaargh.
- Not him again.
- Yeah.
The commandeer must be running short of people to lazerize.
- Yeah.
- Aaargh.
- He's not hurt, he's only acting.
- Never.
- Aaaargh!
- Is this all.
- It's what they sent.
- How can I work.
Dig honest, there's not enough to fill a coco moles belly, let alone a working man's.
- There's shortages.
Maybe more to come.
Governor's punch-in vote tonight.
- Voting, voting!
This governor calls a punch-in every time he wants to change his trousers.
Soon as he gets ruled out, the better.
- What would the next one do different?
- Everything.
Anything.
What is this I'm eating Etta?
- How should I know?
Just get it out the dispenser.
Didn't have a label on it.
- Get off.
I want to chuck it at the screen when your beloved sir governor begs my vote.
- Attacking Comtech property can bring loss of viewing rights.
The way you're thinking, you'll be in that ones place.
- Why've they stopped?
Oh it's pathetic.
When did they last show something worth watching eh.
When did we last see a decent execution?
- Last week.
- What?
- The blind man.
- That was a repeat.
- It wasn't.
You're thinking of that infiltrator.
He wasn't blind.
Not at the beginning anyway.
- Yes he was.
I'm going to sleep anyway.
- Can't, got to vote.
- Do it for me.
- Do you want poll corps called in here?
Do you Arak?
- How would they know it wasn't me voting?
- I'd tell them.
- That's it.
- I don't believe it.
- I haven't told you what I've done yet.
- You sound confident.
I don't want to know.
- What is the matter with you?
- Well every time you sound confident nowadays something terrible seems to happen.
- Does it?
What do you mean?
- Well, since we left Telos you've caused three electrical fires, a total power failure and a near collision with a storm of asteroids.
(sighs dismissively) Not only that, you've twice managed to get yourself lost in the Tardis corridors, wiped the memory of the flight computer and jettisoned three quarters of the storage hold.
You even managed to burn dinner last night.
- I have never said I was perfect.
- If you recall, last night I was supposed to have a cold supper.
- That was an unfortunate accident.
- You're a reasonable man.
Lower the price of your commodity, a little, please.
- My people deserve fair prices for the Zeiton-7 ore.
- Who else will buy from you if my corporation withdraws its contract?
- We shall have to find other outlets I should think.
- You are not a rich planet.
Zeiton is all you have to sell.
- There are other exports.
We're expanding into entertainments and communications with some success.
- How?
- The Punishment Dome.
We sell tapes of what happens there.
- (laughing weirdly) That is enterprising.
Your idea Governor?
- Yes.
- Are they very disturbing, these videos you sell?
- They show what befalls those who refuse to obey the orders by which the people of Varos must live.
- Torture, blindness, executions.
- All the functions of the Punishment Dome are recorded as warnings to miscreants everywhere.
- Oh, but they entertain as well as instruct.
- You must ask my Chief Officer.
He is responsible for Comtech division product.
- Oh, I will hope to help organize your sales exports if you consent to lower your Zeiton price.
- I can't, I'm sorry.
- Then my patience is exhausted.
(mumbling incoherently).
- The people are anxious for a decision on the new price of our product.
- Negotiations between ourselves and Galatron Mining are far from complete.
The broadcast must be delayed.
- Impossible.
The rules must be obeyed by governors as well as prisoners.
- What is the difference?
- What point have you reached gentlemen?
- Stalemates, on contract, royalties, everything.
- But surely, a little movement regarding cost.
- Already I have gone beyond my authority to meet the stubbornness of this governor.
- We must have an increase of price, we must.
- I will wait.
Perhaps the next governor will be more sensible of reality.
- I am the governor, you deal with me.
- But tonight you must place yourself at the mercy of the votes of your people.
Should they not agree with your stubborn stance, you may be a little late in l-l-l-l (gurgling sound).
(humming noise) - That's interesting.
Not to say arresting.
- Where are we?
- Neither here nor there.
- Doctor!
- Somewhere.
Let's see.
Stalled, in the equivalent of a galactic lay-by.
See?
- No.
- Mid-way between Cetus and Scaptor.
Materialized into actual and temporal void.
- Yes, but why won't it move.
- This is the one problem the Tardis cannot overcome.
Like all things in the universe, she cannot move without power and energy.
- Yes Doctor but we can.
Don't give up please.
- It's alright for you Peri.
- Me? Why is it okay for me?
- You've only got one life.
You'll age here in the Tardis and then die.
Me, I shall go on regenerating until all my lives are spent.
- Like this governor we do not.
Replace you must arrange most soon.
That is what our secret payments to you are for.
- My dear Sil, a little patience is all that is required.
Trust me.
- Do you think he suspects the truth of matters?
- No, he simply wants a better deal.
- Maybe I should dispense with your payoffs.
Perhaps I should offer that, to him.
- You simply really mustn't threaten me.
You need me for what you hope to gain here.
- If I do not succeed one way, I favor another.
Enough talk.
I would wish to witness the suffering moments of this fool governor.
(dramatic music) - Good evening.
For centuries the Galatron Mining Corporation have declared rich dividends by exploiting our labor.
Now I say, is the time-- (growling) to gain what is ours by right.
As always I seek ways to market the resources of our poor planet.
- Oh bla, bla, bla, get to the point.
- Shut your mouth.
- [Governor] A unit of Zeiton ore mined is what I ask.
- Well you won't get it.
- One more yak out of you Arak and you'll go down on my view stack report as a subvert.
- Entitled to an opinion.
- Entitled to a vote is all.
- Know how I'll use that then.
- I ask that we agree to hold out for what is a fair price for our principle marketable resource, that of Zeiton ore.
Those who wish to fight alongside me for a prosperous tomorrow, vote yes to a 10% reduction of our food rations.
Those who wish for full bellies today and nothing to eat tomorrow, have the option to punch their no button.
- Alright.
(beeping) (tense music) (high-pitched buzzing) (gasping) - He's lost.
Go on, pour it on and on. - No.
- Yes, he's going.
Yes, he's snuffed it.
- Has he!
(groaning) - [Arak] Oh, well next time.
Next time for sure.
- He's strong.
That's three losing votes in a row.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, next vote we'll see him blasted out for sure.
No one's ever taken four bashings from that cell-disintegrator-- - I wish you'd leave him alone.
- Why?
He's the worst governor we've had since-- - Since the last one.
- Is the governor no more.
- He survived, just.
- We must arrange the riddance of this bad governor soon!
- He is weakened by the human cell-disintegration bombardment.
Engage him in negotiations now and you may gain advantage.
- Permission to leave Governor's Domain.
- Congratulations sir, you survived the vote.
- Soon, your death will be apparent.
You will sing.
Should we try again to reach agreement before I must communicate with my executive council.
- Later.
- Now or never.
- Give me a moment or two.
- Very well.
Transport me to the office of the governor.
I find the G-forces of this Varos world quite excessive.
- I'm so tired.
- I warned the people would not accept yet more rationing cuts for whatever the reason.
- This system of referendum, how much longer can I survive?
- One more vote.
- Governor.
May I suggest you do something to please, to entertain, to please the people.
Just to give yourself time to recover your strength.
Why not give them the life of the rebel Jondar.
After all, it's his death or yours.
- It would have to be something different.
- I thought perhaps by laser obliteration sir.
Via concentrated build up of power, neutralize the Q-switch.
That way the random laser-emitter builds up to a giant pulse of light.
An explosion of focused laser energy that will wipe the prisoner out of existence.
- We have never shown that style of despatch?
- Too quick, it would be over too soon.
We'd never be able to sell so swift an execution.
- It's the uncertainty.
No one knows quite when the power will blow.
We could get at least 10 minutes of tension out of his apprehension and fear.
- It's novel I suppose.
- I'm sure the video of his execution would sell.
You said we must export or die.
- Yes, yes I did.
Very well, arrange it.
And Bax.
- Sir.
- Thank you for the suggestion.
- End random pulses, insert CB.
Neutralize the Q-switch.
Activate viewer warning of imminent public execution.
(sighing) - Here, little something to stop you sighing like a steam engine.
- What is it?
- Tardis manual.
I found it in the workshop, propping open a vent.
- Oh yeah.
Started reading that once.
- Hey, won't that tell you what's wrong with the Tardis?
- Hmph, I know perfectly well what category of disaster has befallen us.
- The comparator?
- No.
No, not this time.
(sighs) Might as well confirm my diagnosis.
Something to pass eternity with, I suppose.
(ominous music) (whirring noise) - Doctor, the column moved.
- Oh.
Probably some vestigial power passing through to the transitional elements.
Which would mean... Well I'll be.
Yes.
Hold that, don't lose the place.
And don't give up hope, not yet.
- Yes Doctor.
- (beeping) Another attempt will be made to obtain better terms for the mining of our resources.
One other pronouncement.
As governor, I hold final say as to the appeal against sentence of death.
The rebel Jondar, although enduring his pre-execution ordeal well, must nevertheless suffer the fate of all who transgress the rules of our society.
At eight o'clock then, attend to your screens to witness what must befall all who oppose the reality of our just constitution.
- The order for your husband's execution has just been received.
- When is it?
- Soon.
- Jondar was your friend.
- Before he rebelled against orders.
- Curious to see how the life of a guard has changed you.
- I can do nothing.
- Rondel!
Do you know what he found?
What he saw?
- No, please!
- While the rest of us toil without hope, the officer elite enjoy power and luxury.
- Lies!
- Varos is what it always was.
A prison planet, a colony for the criminally insane.
The descendants of the original officers still rule by fear with a spectacle of death our only entertainment.
That is what Jondar found, what he learned.
That is why they want to kill him.
- I must leave.
- Can't we make an attempt to save him?
Rondel please!
- It's too late.
- TR reading from the IB table.
- Is that in the heart and time ratio section?
- Where else?
- Orthogonal reading is ZS plus one oh one EQ.
- Zee? Oh, zed.
- Yes.
- Well that's as it should be.
The power conversion factor is stable.
So why aren't we receiving full transmission of that power?
There's a possibility.
May I?
- What is it?
- Let me see.
Yes we might try... Hold that.
(electronic humming sound) - Doctor! It's working!
- With the last vestiges of our emergency power booster.
Enough for a limited flight, no further.
The thing that depresses me most of all is that the transitional elements have lost the capacity to generate orbital energy and should be, must be, replaced.
- Well how long would that take?
- Hmph, no time at all.
If we could obtain enough Zaiton-7 to reland the trans-power system the Tardis will be made, well, as she was.
No, it's not the fitting that's the problem.
Zaiton is a very rare element.
It's only to be found on one planet.
- Well let's go there then.
- Hmmm.
Oh, I suppose if we use the emergency power booster to bypass the failing circuits we could just reach the planet of Varos in the constellation of Cetus.
Question is when?
If we miss their mining era, we'll be stranded for evermore.
- Well anything's better than being stuck here.
- What's inside that skull?
Anger, fear?
- Hatred of you Quillam.
- Ah, but hatred of yourself as well.
We all have some parts of our mind we consider unworthy.
Some memory that makes us shudder and squirm.
Do you know what my process of transmutation does?
It focuses on the seeds of fear in your mind and makes them grow, until you, your body, your face, your entire being, transforms into the image in your mind.
Ha, you should turn into something quite interesting.
A reptile.
Or something Simian perhaps.
- Or something truly loathsome such as you.
- Take her to the rehabilitation unit.
- Sir.
- For sedition, thought rebellion and incitement of other rebels to organize, to unionize and to terrorize the workforce of Varos, the vote of the people was for your death to take place by laser obliteration.
- The governor was to consider my appeal.
- Our governor bows to the will of his people.
As systems arbiter and chief officer, I confirm that the conditions of the constitution have been complied with.
I therefore permit your execution to proceed.
- When will this be Chief Officer?
- At eight o'clock.
You have ample time to compose yourself for eternity.
All of five short minutes.
It isn't exactly certain when obliteration takes place.
Stand clear of the execution site.
You have your anti-hallucination helmet?
- Yes sir.
- Good, switched on?
- Yes sir.
- Good, we wouldn't wish for one of my guards to succumb to the phantoms of the Punishment Dome, not with all of Varos watching.
- No sir.
(ominous music) (weird buzzing sound) - Ah, who's this coming to welcome us.
(high-pitched buzzing) Hm. (high-pitched hum) (high-pitched buzzing) - Control, Senior Guard Maldak 239.
Report of fault on anti-hallucination helmet.
I'm experiencing sensory distortion.
Permission to withdraw?
- [Chief] Stay until after execution.
- Understood.
- Artificial atmosphere, enclosed, underground, breathable.
- With distorted readings from a nearby power source.
- What kind of place is this, Doctor?
Why did that man fire at us and then turn away as if we didn't exist?
- Let's go and ask him.
- Sir, Chief, there's something wrong.
- Be quiet! - But we-- - Attend to your function!
- Silence!
Execution is imminent.
(mumbling) - What is it?
- This is the most wonderful entertainment.
- Hello. - Hi.
- Not interrupting anything?
- I know how this place works.
I know you are but a product of my mind, and I choose to resist you to know that you cannot exist.
- Quite right!
- Control, Control, my anti-hallucination switch is suffering malfunction.
Permission to withdraw.
- That's what we've come to fix.
Isn't that right, Peri?
- Yeah, sure.
- Let me have it.
Come on. Give it to me now!
- Doctor, careful!
(grunts) (groans) (grunts) - Thank you.
- Is this planned?!
- Certainly not.
What's happened?
- I'll alert the IR squad immediately, sir.
- Sir, there's another group-- - Yes, thank you, we have seen.
- Are they rebels?
- [Bax] I don't know.
- We must, we must act.
- They must be apprehended, sentenced, executed.
All of them!
- Attend to it.
- Sir. Bax!
- [Bax] Sir.
- My company is only interested in stable situations.
- Varos has been stable for more than 200 years.
- See you remain so, or a most unfavorable report I will give!
- I, I, I... - Help him.
Now, my dear friend, what is good price for your Zeiton-7 ore?
- Seven credits per unit.
Seven.
So, I'm so, so tired.
(Sil laughs) - Seven credits a unit?
When the engineers of every known solar system cry out for his product to drive their space-time craft?
A planet of fools who don't realize their luck and don't deserve to.
Return to our craft.
Alert the Council to have a colonizing force sent to this sector.
- Right.
- When I control this planet, I will possess the means of power throughout this entire galaxy!
And, perhaps, for all others beyond.
- Help me, whoever you are, quickly!
- Peri, pull him away from the wall.
- Like this? - Yeah, that's it.
Right.
Hold.
Close your eyes and wish for luck.
Here we go.
(high-pitched buzz) Right, now the other one.
(high-pitched buzz) - Who are you?
- Let's get back to the Tardis, I'll explain there.
- [Peri] Doctor.
- Then again, retreat another way might be a more viable idea.
- [Peri] They're too close.
- [Doctor] Help me turn this round.
Right.
Come on!
(high-pitched buzz) (screaming) - Kill laser connection!
- Run, run, go on, run.
- [Doctor] Right, a dead end.
- I can't go on much further.
- Nor me.
- What is this place?
- An ordinary prison once, but now... There's a patrol car coming.
I'm sorry, I thought there was an escape cell down here.
- Right, let's create a little difficulty for our uniformed friends, shall we?
- [Jondar] Why should you want to help me?
- You're the only person we've encountered so far who hasn't tried to destroy us.
Help me, will you?
Right, pull!
Pull!
(groans) Ah.
Right, let's see what I can do with this.
Stand back.
(sparks crackle) (static crackling) - [Chief] Where's that emergency lighting?
- [Doctor] Well, if you insist.
- [Peri] This way.
(suspenseful synthesizer music) - I thought we'd lost you.
They set up your execution so quickly we couldn't even stage an attempt at a rescue.
- I thought he was sent by you.
- No. - No, I will explain.
I'd sooner leave whatever this place is and get back to the safety of the Tardis, uh, ship.
- Spaceship? - Well.
- Something like that.
- Rondel's agreed to help us escape through the guard's entrance.
- We must leave straightaway.
- But first, I want to know what this place is.
- This place is where the innocent are tortured and the population gloats over our efforts to survive.
- Not all enjoy.
Some of us seek to help.
- But for every Rondel, there are thousand Varosians slumped over their wall screens, deadened by overwork and starvation.
- Starvation?
But Varos has precious mineral deposits.
Zeiton-7.
- That stuff.
Who wants it?
- I wouldn't say no to a little.
- [Rondel] We must go.
(high-pitched buzzing) - Great, great!
They're getting away!
- Yeah, but wait till they meet the guards at the end of the tunnel.
- Nah, they'll be all right.
This batch of rebels are good.
- I like that one, the one in the funny clothes.
- Back.
All these cameras, they feed pictures from here into every home?
- The whole dome is wired.
Areas of ingenious danger lurk in every corner.
You can die in so many varied and spectacular ways.
- The cruel thing is that there is supposed to be a safe route leading towards an exit.
Freedom.
- If we can get back to the Tardis, we can get away from here much more easily.
- [Jondar] How?
- You find a way back to the Tardis and then the Doctor will be delighted to demonstrate.
- Do you know where we are?
- Near the purple zone, next to the interrogation and execution area.
- Is there another way to get back to his spaceship?
- Tardis.
- Not without traversing the purple zone.
- Then we're trapped.
Good as dead.
- Not yet.
Let's see what this purple passage has to offer.
- Is he sane, this Doctor?
- Sometimes.
- Peri, this is no time for casual conversation!
- [Peri] Coming.
- We must pass through quickly, quickly!
The guards might return any time.
- Come on now, we must try.
(gentle synthesizer music) - Oh, I like this section.
I wonder if they know what's waiting.
- This will sort them out.
(gasps) (loud buzzing) - Of course, that's it, close your eyes!
- I can't.
- Close them!
Now!
Right, now all take hands.
That's it.
Now, follow me.
It's just an illusion.
Come on.
But whatever happens, keep your eyes closed!
- [Sil] He's not a fool, your intruder.
- [Bax] Perhaps just lucky.
- Or he has received information on how the dome works.
There was a guard helping them.
- The prison contains too many devices.
No one could know or survive them all.
- They do not seem or act like Varosians.
They could be from a rival company!
The Amorb Prospect Division.
I would want the strangers removed for questioning.
- Get me a line to patrol headquarters.
- Yes, Chief.
- Then check on that object found near the execution chamber.
Have it brought here at once!
- All clear.
- Oh, what was that thing we saw?
(high-pitched buzzing) A creature from my worst imaginings.
- It might in fact.
A-ha.
There we are.
(soft buzzing) - A gee-jee fly.
But it was huge!
- We thought it was.
That little fly was enlarged by the effect of the purple zone on our visual cortex.
Once the purple light was eliminated, we were restored to a proper sense of proportion.
(high-pitched buzzing) Interesting.
- Is everything we experience here like that?
- No, some dangers are very real.
The crowd loves to watch trialists face a danger they believe to be imaginary.
The viewers applaud and shout with laughter as we poor fools walk towards certain death.
- Well, who loves to watch?
- Almost all of Varos.
It's the way the officers divert discontent, questions, thoughts of revolution.
- Huh.
Now let's see what else this fun palace has to offer.
- Oh, what a stench.
(groans) - Animal.
- Real or imaginary?
(sniffing) Just as loathsome.
The niff at least is not an illusion.
Or is it?
(loud roar) - Just like Comm Div Design to put a real monster immediately beyond an imaginary one!
- Or is that exactly how they would expect us to reason?
One way to find out.
- No, Doctor!
- [Doctor] All right, they're lights.
Green lights, two of them!
(laughs) (playful synthesizer music) - The viewpop like them.
We've received very good punch-in appreciation figures.
- Good.
All the more impact when they are captured, tried, and executed.
A rebel leader, and his woman, and intruders from another world.
That's not only prime time viewing here, but the recording of their final agonies will sell on every civilized world.
- The Tardis should be... - Just here.
It was just here.
- Your ship has gone?
- [Doctor] It most certainly has.
- Where?
- Yes, Doctor, where?
- Well, it can't be far away.
Hm. Come on.
(high-pitched buzzing) - [Sil] This mysterious, most is.
- There's an explanation.
The strangers will be captured soon, then we'll force some answers.
- [Sil] Who are other people helping rebels?
If he should be of another mining corporation, our contracts are ended!
- No, he is unknown to us.
- I would wish them dead!
Only that would please my company!
- Close them out, Chief.
Use every guard available.
I'll talk to the people.
Arrange it quickly.
- [Bax] What about this?
- Well, keep trying to open it.
- [Peri] All these corridors look the same to me.
- [Doctor] Check down there.
- Shh!
There's a patrol car coming.
Quick!
- [Peri] Doctor, look out!
(thrilling synthesizer music) - [Guard] There's one!
- They've had it now.
(loud slap) (yelps) - Make a fool of me, would you?
Take her to the prison control center.
The others, to the termination cell.
(sighs) (sighs) (gentle synthesizer music) - Oh, dear.
And I really liked him.
(upbeat synthesizer music) - Good evening.
- Oh, no.
What's he want?
- Shut up and listen.
- I must report that the attempt to divert the course of justice has been repelled.
The rebel and his compatriots have either been captured or destroyed.
The extent of the rebellion is greater than feared, and help from another source, perhaps from another world, is suspected.
The vehicle of their transport is now in the possession of my officer guard.
The leader of the invaders is, at this moment, walking into a no-options kill center.
There, he will suffer the fate of all who seek to overturn the law of Varos.
(panting) I ask you to vote now, upon my campaign, to halt insurrection.
I await your verdict.
Yes, and the rebellion will be crushed.
No, and no doubt another Governor will have other plans.
(high-pitched humming) Thank you.
(panting) (laughs) - [Peri] Drink, Doctor.
Drink, Doctor.
Drink my water.
- Peri!
(groans) (laughs) - What a wonderful thing a man's mind is.
The hallucinatory inductor makes him believe he cannot survive, and soon, he will be unable to draw one breath after the next.
- We got anything to drink?
- Doctor! - Keep quiet, we're recording.
The moment approaches.
Close up on death throes, please.
(gentle synthesizer music) - [Bax] No sign of life, sir.
- Dead as death!
- [Bax] How long should I hold?
- And cut it now.
(Sil laughs) (upbeat synthesizer music) - [Man] No sign of life, sir.
- Dead as death!
- [Man] How long should I hold?
- And cut it now!
- You animals!
What have you done to the Doctor?
- Show her!
- No, I don't believe it!
He can't be dead!
- I'm afraid he is.
- You did it!
You killed him!
- Not really.
He had the hallucination that he was lost in a desert.
His mind thought he was dying of thirst.
- His body agreed, so die they did.
- What is that thing?
- Show some respect!
- Now tell me, the dead intruder was called the Doctor?
- So who are you?
- Answer.
Answer.
Answer!
- Why do they keep showing that stiff?
- They know what they're doing.
Huh?
- What?
- He moved!
- Reflex!
- Maybe he isn't fully dead!
- Then he soon will be.
Here comes the acid bath!
- Ooh!
I hate this bit!
(suspenseful music) - They always do that.
It's to show the acid's highly corrosive.
- Shut up!
- Who are you?
- You wouldn't believe me.
- You agents of Amorb are!
- I don't know what that is or even what he says.
- Sil's language transposer has an eccentric communication circuit.
But, don't tell him, it's my only amusement!
- Don't upset the Galatron delegate, please.
We need that agreement to sell the Zeiton ore to his company.
- On the starvation rates he offers us?
- Who else will buy our only asset?
- Why not find other mining companies who will refine Zeiton ore on better terms, who will pay the seven credits per unit I ask?
Why not Amorb?
- Never!
- The people of Varos have voted to accept Sil's final terms.
You as governor must impose their will or suffer death by default.
- After I extract the truth about this girl and her companion, the Doctor.
Come.
(suspenseful music) - I've had the most peculiar dream!
(tense music) (yelling) You'll forgive me if I don't join you!
- What's the matter?
Oh, you grieve for his death.
I forget that people do.
- You don't?
- I did once.
But now death is my only friend, my constant and loving companion.
Can you feel his cold presence?
- I don't want to, thanks!
- You should.
Your life is even more at risk than mine.
- The Doctor, he's escaped!
- How, he's dead?
- Not dead, he was just pretending to be.
- He's alive?
- And running!
- Good!
- Good?
Recapture him and we bargain this girl's life for information from our doctor friend.
- And I thought you were a bit better than these other brutes!
- I'm sorry.
(suspenseful music) - I thought you were my mirror image, until I realized that I wasn't holding a gun!
- Who are you?
- A student of science!
Much interested in primitive nuclear technology.
- The mask, remove it!
I've seen you on the screens!
You've returned from the dead.
- A waste of effort.
I assume there will be something novel by way of spectacle to mark my return to that state?
- I should think something might be arranged.
Let's have a little word with the executioners.
They're always on the lookout for fresh material.
- After you!
- I don't think so!
- Why is she on Varos?
- She won't say.
- Are you employed agents of other mining companies?
You and that man who was dead?
- No.
- Liar!
You belong to Amorb!
You lying liar!
- Why should she belong to Amorb?
Well?
- I'm from another time, another century nearly three centuries before you were born, I lived in another world.
I had an idea you wouldn't believe me!
- You were right!
(man whispers) - Give her to the rehabilitators.
A disturbance of her molecular structure will bring out the truth.
- Put her into the reshapement chamber.
Watch her change into beast or bird.
- No!
- Why are you here, Peri?
Tell me, please.
- All right!
Our Tardis, that box-thing outside, is, if you like, a ship of time, a sort of spacecraft.
Well, I don't understand the technical stuff.
But the Doctor said we must have this special metal, to fix the bearings or something.
So we had to come here.
That's just what we did!
- She's laughing at us, all over the face!
- It's the truth!
- No matter!
Once again, we have captured the mysterious Doctor.
Quillam came across him at Prison Control.
- He'd have liked that, sir.
- Yes.
How long is it since we rigged a primitive execution, Chief?
Not since after the Outer Dome sabotage trial.
(ominous music) - I think it's time we staged another.
- They're always most enjoyable, aren't they, sir?
- What kind of people are you?
(men growling) - What are you doing?
- My viewer's report.
- I'm not on it, am I?
I was tired.
Reports, spying.
Working men should be.
- Yes?
Yes?
Go on.
- Not taken seriously for the rubbish they may have spoken earlier on.
(somber music) - Hello!
- Your appeal has been turned down, I'm sorry.
- So would I have been, if I'd asked for one.
Do you always get the priest parts?
♪ We are gathered here today in the sight of the Great Video ♪ ♪ To ask forgiveness and make atonement ♪ ♪ For three amongst us ♪ ♪ Who have transgressed the laws of Varos ♪ - Doctor, I'm sorry!
I've tried everything, they just won't believe the truth.
- Truth is a very flexible commodity here on Varos, Peri.
As long as things appear truthful, that's all that matters!
- Enlighten us as to the truth about your visit, please, Doctor.
- Why, to help Varos realize the wealth of its potential, what else?
- How, by eating rocks? (laughs) Kill him!
Execute them!
- He must have listened to the rebel Jondar, believed his lies.
- Yes, yes.
What is the staging plan, Chief?
- The men to hang, the women I would suggest be given to reshapement and cell mutation experiment.
The results to be exhibited as a warning to women who support their men in acts of violation against the regulations of Varos.
I'm sorry you'll be denied the sight of the ladies turning into who knows what.
A serpent?
A griffin?
A new admixture of fish and fowl?
- Anything to add, Doctor?
Anything which might persuade me to halt the sequence of events?
- One request.
- One last request?
Yes.
- Well?
- Who is he?
Why is he here?
- What interest can my presence matter?
- The delegate from the Galatron Mining Corporation is here to negotiate our yearly review of market price for the ore of Varos.
- Zeiton ore?
Zeiton-7?
- Yes.
- I see.
Thank you.
- Is that all you wish to know?
- For the moment.
- That's all you have, Doctor!
- Take the women away.
- No, Doctor, do something!
- [Blonde Woman] Jondar!
Jondar!
♪ In the name of the Great Video and of Varos ♪ ♪ Who gave his name to our planet ♪ ♪ Accept the lives of these humble deviants ♪ ♪ In recompense for their sins ♪ ♪ We pray that you will continue to look benignly ♪ ♪ Down upon your devoted servants ♪ - Anything to say, Doctor?
Anything which may yet save your lives?
- Sorry?
- So am I.
All right.
- [Doctor] Wait!
- I knew it!
Hold on broadcast.
No sound or vision.
- My death will prevent Varos from ever progressing out of the reach of extortion of such as the Galatron Mining Company.
Our deaths will send any hope for this planet back into the pit of fear and misery which has for so long been the lot of its people.
- Pull the lever!
Stretch them out of this life!
- Wait!
I came to this planet because I needed a new source of energy supply.
My Tardis depends for its function upon a rare and precious mineral of Varos.
Zeiton-7!
I can show you new prosperity!
- Destroy them now!
- I will give the order for execution!
- Kill, kill, kill!
(tense music) - I trust you are unharmed, Doctor?
- Do you often employ the noose trick?
- As a means of eliciting true information, it has often been successful.
You suspected our bluff?
- I noticed your cameras weren't broadcasting.
A real execution would have been broadcast.
- Ah, yes.
What I have to discover now is the truth of your statements made at the scaffold.
- I will discuss nothing, reveal nothing, until I have proof that Peri and Areta have been released unharmed from the cell mutation experiment.
- He has nothing to reveal, he is lying!
An Amorb agent who wishes only to usurp our worthy Galatron contracts by rashful promises!
- Until I can hear what each of you has to say or offer, the matter rests without decision.
Should the Doctor be lying, he will find the next noose about his neck will sever his head from his spinal column.
But should he be accurate in his appraisal of the potential worth of our Zeiton ore, I shall want to know, Sil, why you and your company have been duping Varos these many generations.
- How dare I be spoken to like this!
I will reject all offers!
- That releases me from my people's decision to accept them, thank you!
(exclaims) - How long will the process last?
- I heard them say it was a matter for initial experiment.
- Anything could happen to us just for their amusement.
(exclaims) - Something's happening to my arms!
- Mine feel strange, too!
My skin.
Oh, no!
- Intolerable all of this Doctor being allowed to live!
- The Governor likes and may believe him!
Zeiton-7 has brought your company great wealth.
You have miscalculated events.
For the sake of a few miserable extra credits, you may have lost the source of all our wealth and power.
- Listen to me!
I have plans to take charge of this planet of Varos.
I have put in a request for a Galatron occupation force to speed to this sector.
A little time is all we need, Chief.
- The Doctor will tell him the true value of Zeiton!
- Only if his women are released unharmed!
Have you done that?
- Not yet.
Then, let us observe the experiment of the tissue transmogrifier.
I am interested in science.
I do not wish to impede its progress.
Doctor's friend is feathered.
The other one, she is almost attractive now.
How long before permanent result ensues?
- I'm not exactly certain.
At least not too long, I would think.
- Perhaps I'll keep them in my dome as pretty pretty pets!
- It is too advanced!
- Well, where are they?
- There's a problem.
- What?
- Something called a transmogrifier was at too advanced a stage.
- We were unable to reverse the transmutation of your lovely ladies.
- There was plenty of time to halt the experiment.
- I gave explicit orders the process be halted.
- Too late, sorry!
- I'll kill him!
- Who controls the transmutation experiment?
- Mr Quillam, our technical director and principal devisor of programs.
- And controller of all that happens in the People's Dome of punishment and correction.
- Areta!
Do something!
- [Governor] It's probably too late.
- Only probably?
- It is an unstable process.
Even I am not quite certain as to how it works exactly.
- That beam that radiates, what source of energy does it derive from?
- The nuclear bombardment releases all the power latent in the recipient's mind.
If the changelings see themselves as unworthy, they can become serpentine or reptilian.
She, for instance, must wish to fly away from trouble as would a bird.
- It's an offshoot of our mining research technology.
We found our miners began growing fur and claws, the better they thought to dig with.
- How can the process be reversed?
- Who knows?
We don't require such findings here!
- And you call yourself a research scientist?
- Certainly, which is why this trial must continue.
An experiment like this has never been so advanced or so successful before.
- Turn off the machine!
They might still be restored to normality!
- Mr Quillam, I make formal request.
- I am Section Controller; a permanent position.
No one orders me!
Certainly not a transient governor in the twilight of his reign.
- Who decides the authority of command?
Regulations hand it to the Officer Guard, by long tradition.
- But it can be changed?
- [Mr. Quillam] Not by him!
You have held your position for too long, Mr Quillam, that becomes ever more obvious.
- No one has the nerve or the will to wrest it from me, Mr. Governor, sir.
- Do you still experiment on your own person?
- Not any more, why?
- But in the past you exposed yourself to much danger, I think.
- Yes.
Why do you ask?
How do you know?
- Your mask!
(startling tones) - Hold it!
- Gun!
Thank you!
Turn off the transmutation process!
- Take your choice!
There must be a hundred switches to choose from, if it's a switch that controls the bombardment beams.
- Doctor, can you decide which?
- No time!
(lasers popping) (yelling) You, out!
(alarm beeping) That won't be necessary!
Keys.
Thank you!
Out!
(suspenseful music) We must have stopped the process before the final transformation was complete!
Without the final phase bombardment, their bodily metabolism is reasserting itself.
The guards must return soon.
You said there's supposed to be an escape exit?
- On the other side of the dome, but to reach it from here is impossible!
- Not now!
The odds are unpredictable.
With the Control Center damaged, we may yet have an outside chance.
We must move on!
- What, leave them here?
- No, take them with us.
Peri, can you hear me?
- Areta!
- Can you move, Peri?
Try!
You are Peri!
Peri!
- Who are you?
- I am the octor and you are Peri!
Perpugilliam Brown!
- Peri?
It's a question of re-imprinting their identities, of establishing again who they are.
- Wake up, Areta, come on!
- Can you walk, Peri?
Come on, try!
- I thought I could fly!
- Yes, well walking is all that's required for now.
Come on Peri, walk!
- There's no control.
All maintenance reports confirm the attack damaged a large number of operating circuits.
The effects are impossible to control!
- Why not shut off all the power?
- And allow every prisoner in the dome to escape, including this Doctor?
Oh, no, I want them delivered to me.
- The screens are still showing scenes from the Punishment Domes.
- And they'll continue to do so.
It's the only way we have of assessing the effects of the damage done.
- This Doctor must be eliminated!
He smells the truth of things!
- The dome will take care of him.
(eerie music) - Doctor?
(eerie music) (lasers blasting) - Cover me, I'll get the girls!
(lasers blasting) Areta!
Where's Peri?
Where's Peri gone, Areta?
(lasers blasting) (eerie music) Quick, Jondar!
(eerie music) (lasers blasting) - That's more like it!
- I thought he was dead!
- No.
Pay attention!
(chuckling) - My insulted person can stand no more!
Either you sign the newly agreed price for the Zeiton ore, or I will leave you and the Varosian people to starve on this miserablest of planets, with nothing to eat except unsold Zeitony!
- You are in no position to threaten me now!
(footsteps clacking) - Found wandering near Prison Control.
I brought her here to display as evidence before the people.
- I will decide when and if I broadcast.
- Not any more!
(Sil cackling) The regulations have a clause for just the situation that we are in now.
At the end of every Governor's term there comes a time of disapproval, where the people tire of his incompetence, the wish to vote him down.
- The wish to see all the cells of his body destroyed.
- When the final vote is avoided, the Chief Officer is empowered to insist on a final vote.
You must accept full responsibility for failing to quell the prison rebellion led by this woman and her companion, the Doctor.
Prepare for your final broadcast.
Governor!
(Sil cackling) (eerie music) - We must find Peri! - She could be anywhere.
(eerie music) - Here we will die, as have so many Governors.
The Chief will broadcast first.
Anything I say after that will seem like bluster and lies.
- Can I speak, can I say what I know?
- The ramblings of someone deranged by the transmogrification process.
- But I'm fine now!
- We have no hope.
- How long?
- As soon as the Chief assembles the Officer Guard.
The regulations insist that the 12 most senior officers place their names in hazard.
The Chief draws a name, and the unlucky winner is brought in here and forced to govern.
- In fear of suffering the same death.
- Yes, the theory being that a man scared for his life will find solutions to this planet's problems, except the poor unfortunate will discover there are no popular solutions to the difficulties he will find waiting for him here.
- It's crazy!
Cruel!
- It's Varos.
- Maldak, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.
- Put your gun down, I have no intention of trying to escape.
- Can't do that, sir.
- Weren't you elected to the Officer Guard when my name was drawn as Governor?
- Correct, sir.
- Might I ask one favor, let the girl go free?
- I can't do that, sir.
- You know that soon I will be destroyed?
Soon a new Governor will be elected.
- That is the custom, sir.
- What if the name drawn is yours?
You've witnessed how impossible the system is.
You're an intelligent man.
The regulations are archaic, distorted, unworkable.
Even if you're not chosen, an inquiry will be called.
New Governors always have inquiries.
It was you, wasn't it, who showed the Doctor and the rebel Jondar, where the women were held captive.
- I couldn't help that, sir.
- They'll say you should have resisted.
- Just what is it that you want?
- For you to turn your back, let us go, find the Doctor, who has words and perhaps knowledge, which might bring salvation to everyone, except the Chief and his cronies.
- No, sir, I can't do that.
- And Peri? - No, sir, I'm sorry.
- At least, when the vote goes against me, and the human cell disintegrator beams pour down, kill Peri, please.
To spare her from the rehabilitators.
I tried.
We will die together.
(eerie music) - [Jondar] It's no good!
- [Doctor] Where are we?
- I don't know.
- I wonder why have we been allowed to progress so far into the dome without being apprehended.
- This place is cracking up!
The guards are as confused as we are.
- I think we're into what they call the endgame.
Not many trialists reach this stage.
- Could that be where the escape exit would be?
- Presumably. - What are we waiting for?
I must be cautious.
From now on, I believe the mind games and jolly tricks are over.
What we're entering now could be the area of most dangerous ordeal.
- This is a forced vote.
I have explained my actions, the Governor must now explain his, and then you, my fellow Varosians, must use your vote and decide.
(eerie music) - I have addressed you many times, and you have seen other Governors approach the ultimate crisis point of their regime.
The time of forced vote now is upon me.
I am not afraid to die.
- Good!
- Hey!
(eerie music) (gasping and groaning) - Your system is wrong!
We sell ourselves cheaply for nothing to such as Sil and his like.
I see my words mean nothing, that you all wish the harsh system of Varos to continue.
So be it!
- Isn't there anything I can do?
- No!
(lasers blasting) (gasping) - No!
You've messed up the whole system!
They'll be coming around for you!
Voting twice and using someone else's voting box?
Both criminal offenses!
- We must find the Doctor!
- He's in the end zone.
- He must be seeking the safe exit.
- Well, let's go there, then!
- Not that way!
There has to be another route.
- There is, the ventilation ducting!
- There's an outlet here!
- I once spent eight days down there searching for escaped prisoners.
I know it only too well.
- Come on, then.
(eerie music) - No!
Begone!
You are shadows, insubstantial ghosts!
We are real, you are not!
(eerie music) I think, perhaps, we should try another route.
- Where is Governor?!
Why is he still at life and liberty?
Why is everything no longer as it was?
- We are still the power!
Why not you both prove it?
(eerie music) - What did he die from?
- I don't know.
His neck's swollen as if to burst.
Poison, perhaps.
- Did he taken or been given?
- Perhaps neither.
- [Areta] Doctor!
(growling) - Fellow prisoners!
- This is no time for speeches, Jondar!
- [Areta] What shall we do?
- Run!
(growling) (eerie music) Stop, Areta!
If you value your lives, don't touch those tendrils!
In, but don't allow one touch!
(eerie music) (growling) - [Jondar] What do they want, why do they want us?
- [Doctor] I noticed a pile of bones back there.
I think we were on their dinner menu!
(groaning) (eerie music) - Sh, patrol car!
- We're trapped!
- [Jondar] What do we do?
- The best we can!
Could either of you attach this string to that clump of vines without killing yourself?
(eerie music) - I see you have a keen interest in the flora of Varos, Doctor.
- Just a passing fancy!
- It'll pass faster than you think.
- Kill them! - Wait!
This man has insulted me.
He must suffer for my humiliation.
- This is no time for revenge.
Kill them quickly!
- And deprive Varos of an example of how traitors are dealt with?
The cameras are still functioning.
Let the show begin!
I want to hear them scream until I am deaf with pleasure.
To see their limbs twist in excruciating agony!
Ultimately their blood must gush and flow along the gutters of Varos!
The whole planet must delight in their torture and death!
- An excellent scenario.
Not mad about the part!
- Proceed!
- Now!
(yelling) (eerie music) Let's get away from here.
(eerie music) - [Governor] Stay where you are!
Don't move!
- What is it?
- Poison!
One touch and (fast exhaling)!
- Poison ivy?
- Something like that!
It'd give you a very nasty rash!
- Oh, Doctor!
- Plenipotentiary Sil to Galatron Occupation Force Commander.
Urgent need for instant invasion of Planet Varos to consolidate our interest.
React immediately!
(groaning) Water me.
I must look my best to assume the emperorship of this primitive planet.
Gently, gently!
Take extreme care with my person if you wish to retain your skins!
That's better!
Mirror, mirror, mirror!
Come on, mirror, mirror!
Oh, yes, I will wear the mantle of power so, so handsomely!
(heavy breathing) Ah, there you are!
I called you here to inform you that a force of invasion is about to land.
- Really, from where?
- My home planet, from Thoros Beta.
You had innumerable chances to settle with me, Governor.
Now, your people will work for me.
I will be Governor of Governors!
I will be Viceroy of Varos!
(electronic clicking) The confirmation of my colonization force!
- "Report of Zeiton-7 traces "found on asteroid Bio Sculptor.
"Invasion of Varos canceled."
(screaming) - The ways of the ruler are fraught with uncertainty, are they not, Sil?
- Certainly, certainly!
- There's more.
"New supplies of Zeiton-7 required urgently.
"Start shipments immediately.
"Pay any price asked by Varosians."
Well, shall we commence negotiations from a reasonable base?
- Of what?
Of what?
- 20 credits per unit!
- 20?
20?
(screaming) - I think he needs more than water, Peri, eh?
- Like cyanide!
- Come, Peri, where's your sense of justice?
- What about that transmogrifier thing he put me in?
- I think we'll leave the Varosians to work out their own idea of justice, Peri.
- I'm very grateful, Doctor.
Varos is grateful.
Is there nothing we can offer you in return?
- Well, a little Zeiton-7 would be quite useful, not to say essential!
- You shall have as much as you need.
Maldak will arrange it.
- Thank you.
Goodbye!
- Ah, goodbye.
Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- You, you can't leave me here!
- Now you see me!
(yelling) - And that, fellow citizens of Varos, is my vowed intention.
For without justice, and peace, and tolerance, we have no future.
I know you will all work as hard as I shall for a glorious tomorrow.
Thank you for allowing me into your homes.
Thank you.
- No more executions, torture, nothing!
- It's all changed.
We're free!
- Are we?
- Yes!
- What shall we do?
- Dunno!
(television static buzzing) (eerie music)
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