Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

BECKA: They're witches, Sire.

DOCTOR: Or, alternatively,

I like your granny.

GRAHAM: Speaking of which.

- It's a witch trial. - BECKA: Old Mother Twiston.

Witchfinder General?

If that is your wish, you have the command.

- Or is he hiding? - He does not hide.

Unless they're connected.

What's really going on, Becka?

I quest for goodness and knowledge, beauty and art, all of God's virtues.

did you drink that or absorb it?

Those flames don't scare me, Doctor.

When I say "hell", I don't literally mean hell. I mean it was really awful.

- "Mud tendril"? - Coming up out of the ground.

Give us a clue.

(HAND BELL RINGING IN DISTANCE)

DOCTOR: Everybody go home.

Together, we will find where he's hiding and cut him out.

Ooh, check out my rhymes. Poetry under pressure.

- MAN 4: Duck the witch! - (CLAMOURING)

Or are you in league with the witches as I first suspected?

You wear it like a hero,

A woman who keeps an axe by her bed. What have you seen?

then later betrayed me, so I had him shot.

with great vengeance and furious anger.

- (DOOR OPENS) - A peculiar rag-bag of folks.

You keep saying "Satan", but how is Satan manifesting himself here?

But don't worry, I'm all over it.

I'll tell you who I am.

Thanks very much.

That night, I felt it growing inside me.

You can't have King James

RYAN: Get away from the king.

That's what we've just been saying.

Oh, mate, seriously? Not witches. Bodies, possessed by alien mud.

DOCTOR: A cottage in Norway in winter, with a chimney but no smoke.

I'd have bowed to your authority immediately.

Yeah, 'cause you are in Special Measures.

I've got time. Tell me.

'cause they look like they've come for you.

You will see the result.

My conscience is clean.

They're looking for her.

nobody ever mentioned Bilehurst Cragg.

This Becka's seriously paranoid, man.

I thought they'd come to kill you.

Your witch-hunt's been going on a while now.

(CHAINS RATTLING)

Lots in my pockets.

As you say, to take over this village.