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

Yeah, 'cause you are in Special Measures.

You wear it like a hero,

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

BECKA: They're witches, Sire.

You can't have King James

RYAN: Get away from the king.

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

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

with great vengeance and furious anger.

Unless they're connected.

My conscience is clean.

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

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

I like your granny.

Thanks very much.

DOCTOR: Or, alternatively,

DOCTOR: Everybody go home.

nobody ever mentioned Bilehurst Cragg.

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

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

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

I'd have bowed to your authority immediately.

Give us a clue.

I'll tell you who I am.

then later betrayed me, so I had him shot.

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

That night, I felt it growing inside me.

Witchfinder General?

As you say, to take over this village.

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

Those flames don't scare me, Doctor.

You will see the result.

Lots in my pockets.

I've got time. Tell me.

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

GRAHAM: Speaking of which.

They're looking for her.

(HAND BELL RINGING IN DISTANCE)

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

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

Ooh, check out my rhymes. Poetry under pressure.

What's really going on, Becka?

did you drink that or absorb it?

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

If that is your wish, you have the command.

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

That's what we've just been saying.

(CHAINS RATTLING)

I thought they'd come to kill you.

This Becka's seriously paranoid, man.