(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
DAVROS: Follow.
Gharman, there is much to be done.
Help!
(BEEPING)
Party approaching. Check one.
You will announce your name, rank and serial number.
Speak now.
Tane, this is Security Commander Nyder with prisoners and escort.
I want these two screened
and passed to Ronson for full interrogation.
Yes, sir.
Prisoner's belongings.
Good, now he's gone, any chance of a cup of tea?
What?
Or coffee. My friend and I have had a very trying experience.
-Haven't we had a trying experience? -Very trying, Doctor.
Step into the security scan.
What, no tea?
Let me point out to you that you have no rights whatsoever.
I have full authority to torture and kill any prisoner
who does not comply absolutely with my orders.
That is your first and last warning.
No tea, Harry.
(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)
You're cleared. Move forward.
You, next.
(BEEPING)
Scan detects power source
located below prisoner's left elbow.
Remove object from prisoner's left wrist.
You can't have that.
That bracelet could have no possible use as a weapon.
It remains with the other confiscated items.
Let's not make a fuss, Doctor.
The time ring is our only hope of getting back to the Tardis.
Recovering it has got to be our number one priority. Do you understand, Harry? It's vital.
Yes, I know it's vital but we don't want them to know that, do we?
The prisoners are to be given into the custody of Senior Researcher Ronson.
Here...
take this with you.
Move.
She's beautiful.
No deformities.
No imperfections.
She is a norm.
All norms are our enemies.
Kill her now for what she's done to our kind.
No, why?
Why must we always destroy beauty?
Why kill another creature because it is not in our image?
Kill her! It is the law. All norms must die.
They are our enemies.
And if you won't,
I will.
There's something over there.
It's a patrol, very close.
Let's get away from here.
No, they're too near. If you move, they'll see you.
They're coming this way.
-I'm going, come on. -No, I tell you they'll see you.
Halt. Stay where you are.
Stand where you are and don't move.
(GUN FIRING)
Ah, it's only a muto. What a waste of good ammunition.
There's a couple more of them.
Hold it, if they are not too badly mutated, we might be able to use them.
They still need expendable labour for the rocket loader.
This one looks all right.
Got all it needs to carry and walk.
There's no reason why this one shouldn't work.
Why, it's almost a norm.
Come on, get up. Up.
-Kill it off, it's too slow. -No, it's all right. I'll help her.
Then move and move quietly.
There are Kaled patrols out tonight.
Sit down.
Thank you.
You're not with the military, I assume?
-I'm with the science division. -Oh, good, good.
Then perhaps we can talk without interruption from rifle butts.
That depends.
If you don't answer my questions, I shall hand you back to the military.
They take a pride in loosening tongues.
Now, where did you get these things?
Oh, here and there.
If I didn't know better, I should have to assume
that these were made by some intelligence on another planet.
If you didn't know better.
It is an established scientific fact that in the seven galaxies
only Skaro is capable of supporting intelligent life.
It is also an established scientific fact that there are more than seven galaxies.
-Indeed. -Yes.
When you passed through our security scan
our instruments ran a complete check on your blood and chemical make-up,
encephalographic patterns and so on.
Physiological compositions, and so if you are from another planet...
-You were saying... -There's nothing.
Nothing conforms to any known life on this planet.
Apart from external appearances.
You can't always judge from external appearances.
Who are you?
-Where are you from? -It's a long story.
Then tell me.
Do you have any inkling of the theory of space dimension correlated to relative time?
(ALARM RINGING)
(OVER INTERCOM) Davros wishes all members of the Elite scientific corps
to assemble in the main laboratory immediately.
Our session will have to wait.
-Davros is coming. -Your chief scientist?
He's our supreme commander.
When he calls a full meeting like this,
he obviously has something of the greatest importance to tell us.
-Well, I shall be delighted to meet him. -Stand up and keep quiet.
If I may have your attention.
For some time
I have been experimenting with the Mark III project.
Details of modifications will be distributed later, however...
I am anxious that you should see immediately
the remarkable results that I have achieved.
And to that end
I have arranged this demonstration.
-A Dalek. -What?
A Dalek, very primitive but undeniably a Dalek.
You're mistaken. It's a Mark III travel machine.
-If you say so. -DAVROS: Halt.
Turn left, move forward.
That's magnificent. He's perfected voice control.
Turn right.
Move forward and circle left.
You will agree, I think, that voice control represents
an enormous step forward, however,
the best is yet to come. Nyder.
Our machine is now equipped with a weapon for self-defence.
Now, I am going to turn the machine over to total self-control.
It will be entirely independent
of all outside influences.
A living, thinking, self-supporting creature.
DAVROS: Brilliant.
Brilliant! It has detected the non-conformity.
DALEK: Aliens. I must exterminate.
-Exterminate. -No.
You dare to interfere!
You have the audacity to interrupt one of my experiments.
-But it would have destroyed him. -So you think the saving of a worthless life
more important than the progress we have made?
My creature showed a natural desire,
an instinct to destroy and you interceded.
You will be punished for this!
Davros, I'm sorry.
But I believe these prisoners, they could be extremely valuable.
By all means, when I finish my questions, let the machine do what it likes with them but...
I do need to interrogate them further.
You will be punished for insubordination.
In the meantime, you may question the prisoners until first light.
After that, they will be used to resume the experiment.
This meeting is ended.
-Thank you, I am obliged to you. -I was merely doing my duty.
I believe that you have knowledge which could be of the greatest assistance to us.
But if you don't cooperate,
then it is certain that Davros will use you as an experiment
with his machine in a few hours' time.
The prisoners are to be taken to the cells, you can continue questioning them there.
Davros orders it.
Where are we?
We're inside the Thal dome.
We should be lucky to be alive.
-The Thals normally kill on sight. -Then why the change? Why bring us here?
Perhaps they need slave workers for some project.
The muto is right.
The work they're making us do kills...
with the same certainty as a bullet between the eyes.
-What work? -The Thals have built a rocket.
They've used up all their manpower and resources.
They are gambling that it is going to bring them victory in one blow.
And if they can make the launch successfully,
I don't see how they're going to fail.
My race, the whole of the Kaled people, will be wiped out in seconds.
Perhaps we should be happy to welcome such a weapon if it ends a thousand years of war.
-You won't be when you find out what it is. -Well, what is it?
The nose cone of the rocket is being packed with distronic explosive.
-We have to put it in position. -So?
To reduce weight, they're using no protective shielding.
Every load we carry exposes us to distronic toxaemia.
After a few hours' exposure, we'll all be dead.
We'd better think of something, hadn't we?
Now what's happening?
The rest period's over. We start loading again.
I've have already done one load since I was captured.
All right, don't pu...sh.
-You all right? -Looks like I might be.
What happened?
They took down reams of notes.
Every bit of scientific gobbledegook I could think of.
Technical jargon that even I didn't understand.
-That'll keep their experts tied up for weeks. -Yes.
And I learnt a great deal more from them than they did from me.
-About this bunker? -Yes.
-It is underground, isn't it? -Yes, bomb-proof.
Impregnable from attack from the outside and about three or four miles from the Kaled dome.
What are they doing down here?
Years ago, the Kaled government decided to form an elite group.
The best scientific brains in every field.
-A sort of think tank. -Yes.
But over the years the Elite has become more and more powerful
and now they can demand whatever they like.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-Open up. -Perhaps this is the tea.
There's no need to wait, I am armed.
I'm sorry if they hurt you.
I lack the courage to interfere.
But you did save me from becoming the very first victim of a Dalek. Thank you.
Yes, now you used that word earlier. It had never been heard before.
And yet only an hour ago, Davros announced that henceforth
his Mark III travel machine would be referred to as a Dalek.
Now how could you have known that?
Well, I have an advantage in terms of time.
You see, we've come here at this time because of future concern
about the development of the Dalek.
I think you're concerned, too, aren't you?
(WHISPERING) I think he's going to bite.
Yes, I am concerned and there are a few others who think the same as I.
-But we're powerless. -Then let us help you.
You see, we believe that
Davros has changed the direction of our research into something which is...
immoral, evil.
You see, the Elite was formed
to produce weapons that would end this war.
We soon saw that this was futile and changed the direction of our research into...
into the survival of our race.
But our chemical weapons had already started to produce genetic mutations.
And the mutations were banished out into the wastelands.
-Yes. -The mutos.
Now Davros, he believed that there was no way to reverse this trend
and so he started experiments
to establish our final mutational form.
He took living cells,
treated them with chemicals and produced
the ultimate creature.
Come with me.
Now this is what the Kaleds will become.
(GROWLING)
That is our future.
You've got troubles.
We have to do something now.
If we work another shift, we won't have the strength to take any kind of action.
Action? What do you mean?
I mean we've got to get out of here.
-It's not possible. -Why?
The guards are not expecting trouble from a group of exhausted slave workers.
So we get out into the rocket silo. Where then?
The only other exit goes out through a command point.
And that's going to be crawling with Thal troops.
There is another way.
-Where? -Straight up.
The scaffolding. It goes right up to the nose cone of the rocket.
Now, if we could get up there, then there's a chance
we could get out onto the surface of the dome.
It wouldn't be too difficult getting down again.
The angle of the dome is quite gentle.
That scaffolding!
-I mean, it's so high. -It's the only way.
It's our only chance.
I'd rather die taking a chance like that
than rot away in here with distronic toxaemia.
Okay, I'll pass the word to the others.
Go on, Ronson.
Well, knowing our ultimate form, Davros had to devise a travel machine.
-The Dalek. -Now he's trying to change that into a weapon.
And he's succeeding.
He's created a monster, utterly devoid of conscience.
-And you want to stop him? -Well, I must.
There are a few in the Kaled government who still have the power to act.
If they knew the truth, they would end Davros' power,
close down this bunker, finish the only...
Then go to them, Ronson, go to them.
But I'm not allowed in the city. Security here is absolute.
Then help us to escape. Give us the names of the men who have the power.
Could you get us out of here?
There is a way.
Through one of the secondary ducts in the ventilation system
that leads to a cave at the edge of the wasteland.
-Well? -The entrance is barred.
And there's something else.
Davros' early experiments were with animals.
Some of the things that he created were horrific.
And they're still alive.
And I have an uneasy feeling you're going to tell me they're in that cave.
Quickly.
These are the people you should try to contact.
Righto.
Look, if anything at all should happen...
-Don't worry, we won't let it fall into wrong hands. -Quick.
Come on.
Here's where it comes out into the cave.
(GROWLING)
-What was that? -Probably one of Davros' pets.
That's the alarm. They'll be after us in a minute. Come on!
(SCREAMING)
They're coming up after us. You must keep moving. You must.
I can't. I can't move.
Come on. You must.
(SCREAMING)