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Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet.

We all breathe the same air.

We all cherish our children's future.

(BROADCAST IN FRENCH)

(MANY VOICES SPEAKING DIFFERENT LANGUAGES)

(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

(POP MUSIC PLAYS ON GHETTO-BLASTER)

What's she staring at?

Your clothing's a little anachronistic for this time period.

It's not my fault this decade's got no street cred.

I mean, look at that kid.

Strange...

Professor, can we get something to eat now?

(INTERMITTENT HUMMING)

You're not carrying nitro-9 explosives?

No.

What do you make of that van?

Dunno. TV detector van?

No.

Wrong type of aerial.

For this time period, that's very sophisticated.

What's sophisticated about that?

I've seen better aerials on a CB.

Professor, I'm hungry!

Lack of food makes me hungry.

It makes you obstreperous.

Go and buy some consumables. There's a café there.

I'll undertake a detailed examination of that van

that has so singularly failed to grab your attention.

Right.

- Ace! - What?

Money.

Oh.

Thanks.

(ELVIS PRESLEY SONG PLAYS)

♪ Return to sender,

♪ Address... ♪

Service!

Oi! Anybody home?

Not like that.

Like what, then?

Like this.

Oi! Harry! Customer!

- Like that. - Right.

Coming!

See? It's easy when you know how.

Give it a rest, Mike. I had enough of that during the war.

Can I help you, miss?

Four bacon sandwiches and a cup of coffee, please.

Four bacon sandwiches, one coffee. Righty-o.

♪ ..Seven, eight. It's a doc... ♪

She doesn't talk to strangers. Very wise.

♪ Five, six,

♪ Seven, eight.

♪ It's a Doctor at the gate. ♪♪

(WOMAN) You took your time.

Get on the radio and tell the Group Captain I've located...

..the source of magnetic fluctuation, perhaps.

A path fluctuation, yes.

I thought so. Any possibility of natural phenomena?

Not likely. It's a repeated sequence.

- So it's artificial in origin. - Yes.

- Excuse me? - Yes.

- Who are you? - I'm the Doctor.

I'm Rachel - Professor Rachel Jensen.

How do you do? I'm sure I've heard of you.

Rachel, come in, please.

Red 4 receiving. Listen, Group Captain, there's this man...

What?!

On my way.

12 pennies to the shilling, eight shillings to the pound, right?

No. 20 shillings to the pound.

That makes 240 pennies in a pound.

- Where are you from, anyway? - Perival. Why?

Oh, this is a stupid system.

12 pennies to the shilling, 20 shillings to the pound, right?

Yeah. Are you from somewhere else?

No.

So what's half a crown?

- That's easy... - Sergeant!

Sergeant?

The Group Captain said he was under attack. Let's get moving.

Ace, get in here.

Matthews is hurt.

- Where are they? - Totter's Lane.

- Military. - Fine, sir.

(TOOTS HORN)

- What's the situation? - Who the devil are you?

I'm the Doctor. This is Ace.

- You must be with the military. - How do you know?

I'm very perceptive.

- Is he with you, Professor? - Yes.

- Smith. - Sir?

Take the girl and set up a position by Red 6.

Yes, sir. Come on, Ace.

You'd better come and take a look.

(DOCTOR WHO) No evidence of tissue damage.

Ah.

- Massive internal displacement. - What?

His insides were scrambled. Very nasty.

- The effect of the blast? - No.

- A projected energy weapon. - Projected what?

- A death ray? - Very succinct.

- You've reinforcements coming? - Any minute now.

(GROUP CAPTAIN) This is preposterous. A death ray?

It's unbelievable.

What a predictable response.

Miss Williams?

Allison?

- At last! How's Matthews? - He's dead.

- Is Blue 1 responding? - What?

Yes. They'll be here in a minute. Dead? Are you sure?

Whatever fired that weapon's trapped. There's no way out.

- How can you be sure? - I've been here before.

Right, everybody out!

Come on, quickly. Move it, move it!

Squad, atten'shun!

Stand at ease.

The situation is this:

we have an armed hostile pegged up in that lean-to shed.

I want you to cover the entrance.

No firing unless I give the command. Is that understood?

He's armed and hostile, so keep under cover as much as possible.

- Sergeant, clear these civilians. - Yes, sir.

You two, come down with me and we'll sort this lot out.

All back as far as possible, please. There's nothing to be seen here.

- Smith? - Yes, sir.

Take two men and get Matthews out of here.

Yes, sir. You two, fall out and follow me.

I don't think you realise what you're dealing with.

Doctor, these men are hand-picked.

They can deal with anything, if they can see it.

Right, men. Take up positions.

Take his arms. Move him back to the truck.

- Down! - Covering fire now!

Cease firing!

Get down!

- What was it? - Your death ray.

But how? To transmit focused energy at that level is incredible. It's...

- Yes? - Beyond current technology.

Save the science lecture for a less precipitous moment.

- Doctor, what is going on? - Pull them back. It's their only chance.

We can't disengage now! My men can handle it. Sergeant!

- Listen to me, Brigadier... - Group Captain Gilmore.

- Nothing you possess will be effective. - Sir?

Three men, rifle-grenades. Fire on my command.

You're not dealing with human beings here.

What, then? Little green men?

- Little green blobs in polycarbide armour. - Ready, sir.

Group Captain Gilmore.

Fire.

- Humans! - Fire!

That's serious hardware. Did you see that, Professor?

Unsophisticated, but impressive.

Smith! Call up Blue 4 and 6. Tell 4 to pick up an ambulance.

Yes, sir.

It doesn't matter how many men you get here.

My men put three high-explosive grenades into a confined area.

Nothing even remotely human could have survived.

That's the point, Group Captain. It isn't even remotely human.

Blue 4, Blue 4. This is Red 6. Come in, please.

- Red 6 receiving. - Blue 4.

Request you pick up an ambulance and proceed to Bravo Delta.

Cease firing! Cease firing! Wait for a target!

Fire!

Aim for the eye-piece!

Ace, give me some of that nitro-9 that you're not carrying. Quickly!

- And another. - It's my last can!

I should hope so! How long's the fuse?

- Ten seconds. - Long enough.

Head for the entrance. Take the girl.

- Then what? - I'll meet you back at HQ.

Go now, Rachel!

Oi, Dalek!

It's me, the Doctor.

What's the matter? Don't you recognise your mortal enemy?

(Three, four, five, six...)

- Smith! - Doctor!

Ace, you said ten seconds.

Nobody's perfect, Professor.

- Are you all right? - Of course I am. Can you drive?

- Why...? - I thought so. Get in there.

I want an emergency team here. Put a guard on that thing.

Inform HQ we'll be returning at once.

I want a weapons team at the Coal Hill School.

Smith, I want them armed with ATRs.

Yes, sir.

It has an organic content.

Or an occupant.

What the devil is it?

A Dalek. Only trouble is it's the wrong Dalek.

- Is the right one better or worse? - Yes.

- Choke. - No, thanks.

- What are you doing? - Borrowing your van.

These Day-leks...

- Daleks. - Oh, Daleks. Where are they from?

From Skaro. At least, originally.

They're the mutated remains of a species called Kaleds. Left here.

- When were they left here? - No. Turn left!

- Oh, right. - No, left. You missed it.

- Where? - Concentrate on where you're going!

I'm doing my best. If you don't like it, you drive!

The Kaleds were at war with the Thals.

They had a dirty nuclear war.

The mutations were accelerated by their chief scientist, Davros.

What he created, he then placed in a metal war machine.

That's how the Daleks came about.

So that metal thing had a creature inside controlling it?

Exactly. Ever since the Daleks were created,

they've tried to enslave anything they can get their protuberances on.

Now they want to conquer Earth.

Nothing so mundane. They conquer Earth in the 22nd century.

No. They want the Hand of Omega.

- What's that? - One thing at a time, Ace.

Sir?

Yes, Sergeant? Who is this man?

This is Mr Ratcliffe. He's brought some of his men.

- I think they can be of use to us. - You do, do you?

- Mr Ratcliffe. - Pleased to meet you, sir.

What do you think we should do?

You're Chief Scientific Adviser. It's your decision.

Before I make any suggestions, I want to catch up with the Doctor.

Who is he?

Someone who knows a lot more about Daleks than we do.

I'm going to get some answers out of him or...

- Or what? - I'll set you on to him!

Ah.

Good afternoon.

- And you are? - The Doctor. And you?

The headmaster.

Doctor, eh? Well, you're a bit over-qualified for the position,

but if you leave your particulars and references.

References?

You are here for the job of school caretaker?

Oh, no. We're here for a completely different reason.

What can I do for you, then?

- We'd like to look round your school. - I'm afraid that's out of the question.

We've reason to believe there's a great evil at work at this school.

You'll have to be a bit more specific, Doctor.

(HUMMING)

But I don't think it would do any harm

if you were to have just a quick look round.

- Oh, thank you. - My pleasure.

- Smith. - Sir?

Are the anti-tank rockets being issued?

They're in position. An additional consignment is going to the school.

Good. Any news of the Doctor?

- Red 4's in the Coal Hill area. - Must be heading for the school.

What about the Dalek?

Don't worry. It's under guard.

It's safe.

Get the tarpaulin over it.

Come on, lads. Let's see you move.

Right. Let's go.

You were expecting these Daleks, weren't you?

Yes. They're following me.

I wouldn't be so pleased if I had Daleks on my case.

You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies.

Come and look at this.

- What do you make of that? - It's a playground.

The burn marks. See them?

Well?

A landing path for some kind of spacecraft?

Very good.

But this is Earth, 1963.

Someone would have noticed. I'd have heard about it.

Do you remember the Zygon Gambit with the Loch Ness Monster?

- Or the Yetis in the Underground? - What?

Your species has a capacity for self-deception,

matched only by its ingenuity in trying to destroy itself.

If the Daleks are following you, what are they after?

When I was here before, I left something behind.

You mean the Hand of Omega?

Yes.

What is the Hand of Omega?

Something very dangerous.

(METALLIC VOICE) Report.

We have the machine. The Doctor is co-operating with the military.

That is to be expected.

I must be informed of his movements.

Yes. We have our contacts. I shall see that he's followed.

- That Dalek machine... - Yes?

I'd like to know exactly what it is.

A machine. A tool.

Nothing more.

What are we looking for?

Sshh!

Whoever it was landed this spaceship in the playground.

And that would be?

More Daleks.

Great. I thought it might be something really nasty (!)

Ah, the cellar. Could be down there.

- Why the cellar? - Good place to put things, cellars.

- I wish I had some more nitro-9. - So do I.

What are you expecting to find down here?

- The unknown. - Oh. Isn't that a bit dangerous?

Probably, but if I knew what was down here, I wouldn't have to look.

This is some severe technology.

Yes. Very elegant, very advanced. Flock circuitry elements...

- What is it? - A transmat: a matter transmitter.

Transmitting from where?

- Within about 300 kilometres. - Professor...

Professor, something's activating it.

Very likely - there's an automatic activator... What?!

You're right. Something is beginning to come through.

- It's another Dalek. - Excellent.

- Will this one be friendly? - I sincerely doubt that.

If I can just get the transmitter to de-phase at the critical point...

- Doctor! - Any moment now. Quick! Down!

The controls have gone dead.

The de-phase must have caused an overload.

What did you do to it?

I persuaded half the Dalek to materialise

where its other half was materialising.

They tried to co-exist at the same point.

The resulting reaction destroyed it.

Dangerous things, transmats.

So no more Daleks can be transported?

It'll slow them down until the operator repairs the systems.

The operator?

The Daleks usually leave an operator on station in case of malfunctions.

And that would be another Dalek...?

Yes...!

Stay where you are! Do not move!

The stairs!

Oh, sorry!

Ace! Ace! Open the door!

Ace! Open...!

You are the Doctor. You are the enemy of the Daleks!

You will be exterminated!

Exterminate!

Exterminate!

Exterminate!

Exterminate!