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(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

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! Exterminate!

Exterminate!

- Doctor? - What's the matter with him?

- Stomach-ache. - School dinners.

- Give me a hand. - He tried to lock you in!

Ace!

I'm sorry.

We must repair the transmat.

Yes.

What are you doing here? Never mind. Get this out of here.

I was ordered to deliver the ATRs to this position.

- ATRs? Anti-tank rockets. - Yes, sir.

Will these things be any good against the Daleks?

It's not the Daleks we're after. It's the transmat.

(BUZZING)

You will remain here.

You'll have to sign for them, sir.

Ahem.

Come on.

(SOLDIER) Hello, love.

What about the Dalek? Won't he try and stop us?

Quite possibly. Stay close behind.

(ACE) Hey!

It must have gone back to the cellar.

You will be exterminated!

Ace, get down!

Exterminate!

Ace...

You destroyed it.

I aimed for the eye-piece.

This way! Move it! Move it!

You fetch the Group Captain. Any more?

No.

Did you do that?

- Makes a lot of smoke, doesn't it? - Yeah.

You've destroyed it. Good.

It is not good. Nothing about this is good.

I've made a grave error of judgment.

I wish I'd never started all this.

I must ask you to evacuate the immediate area.

- That's absurd. - Why, Doctor?

A major Dalek task force could soon be operating here.

- Great. - Where will this force arrive from?

One is certainly hidden in this vicinity.

The other from a mothership in stationary orbit.

Be reasonable, Doctor.

You doubt the non-terrestrial nature of the Daleks?

Examine this one! Or ask your scientific adviser!

Well, Professor?

I'm afraid the Doctor's right. It is...alien.

- You're positive? - Yes.

Professor, a word.

This Doctor - do you trust him?

He knows what he's talking about, and more than he's telling us.

We should go along with him for now.

- And later? - Ask him for an explanation.

Could do a lot more than ask.

Doctor, I'll get a decision about evacuation from my superiors.

- Splendid. - I should know by tomorrow morning.

I'll see you all then.

I wouldn't touch it if I were you.

It may not be completely dormant yet.

That stench!

Now, Doctor, I have questions I would like answered.

So have I. I'll return in the morning.

- Where are you going? - To bury the past.

- I'm coming. - Not your past. You're not born yet.

- Look after Ace. - Of course.

I'll borrow this.

- Sergeant, have you room for Ace? - Sure. Mum runs a boarding house.

- Ace. - Yes?

''Not born yet.'' What did he mean by that?

Can I help you?

A mug of tea, please.

Cold night tonight.

Yes, it is. Bitter. Very bitter.

- Where's Harry? - Visiting his missus.

She's in hospital.

- Of course. It'll be twins. - Eh?

Your tea.

Sugar?

Ah. A decision.

Would it make any difference?

It would make your tea sweet.

Yes, but beyond my tastebuds, would it make any difference?

Not really.

- But... - Yeah?

What if I could control people's tastebuds?

What if I decided no one would take sugar?

That'd make a difference to those that cut the cane.

My father, he was a cane cutter.

Exactly. Your father wouldn't have been a cane cutter.

If this sugar thing had never started,

my great-grandfather wouldn't have been kidnapped, chained,

and sold in Kingston in the first place. I'd be an African.

See?

Every great decision creates ripples.

Like a huge boulder dropped in a lake,

the ripples merge, rebound off the banks in unforeseeable ways.

The heavier the decision, the larger the waves,

the more uncertain the consequences.

Life's like that. Best thing is just to get on with it.

(CRACKLING)

(CRACKLING)

Good morning.

I believe this belongs to you.

Yes.

The door was open, so I thought I'd collect my casket.

I'm afraid the guv'nor has yet to arrive,

and I can't just let you...

Which casket would this be?

Oh, I see.

If you could just wait until the guv'nor arrives...

Yes. That would be perfectly all right.

Oh, good. Splendid.

- Mr er...? - Doctor.

Doctor?

Yes. If I might be alone with the...?

Oh, yes, of course. I'll leave you alone with er...

- Thank you. - I'll just be in the next room.

Yes.

Hello.

Open.

Hello, Guv'nor.

Somebody's come to collect that big casket.

Yes. Yes, the Doctor.

Just one thing, Guv'nor.

I thought you said he was an old geezer with white hair.

Now...

Let's see what you can make of this.

Hello.

Good morning.

Where are you off to?

I have to check some things out at the Association.

Who's the Association?

They're my friends. You can meet them later.

Give it up.

Goodbye... Close.

Follow me.

All right, Guv'nor.

Cheerio, Doctor.

Doctor, what about your...?

Once we possess this Hand of Omega, what then?

We shall be on the brink of great power.

And our agreement?

You too shall share this power - if you have the stomach for it.

- What do you mean? - There will be casualties.

Many deaths.

War is hell.

(DOCTOR WHO) It's very good of you to do this at such short notice.

Nonsense, my dear Doctor. The grave's been ready for a month.

Mr Stevens, the gravedigger, was wondering what he should do.

(DOCTOR WHO) I had to leave suddenly.

(VICAR) Forgive me for saying this,

but it seems that your voice has changed since we last met.

Yes, it has changed...

Several times.

I must say your pallbearers are very quiet.

Silent as ghosts, really.

Yes.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Good.

Stay with the Doctor. Watch him and call me back.

Yours not to reason why, just to obey orders.

Just get on with it.

My man has found it.

Yes.

But my enemies have found your man.

I obey.

What is the location of the renegade Dalek base?

Get off or I'll break your...!

What is the location of the renegade Dalek base?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Renegade Daleks have defied the will of the Emperor Dalek.

They must be located and destroyed.

And you are an agent of the renegade Daleks!

I work for Mr Ratcliffe.

The Association.

Who do you work for?

No!

Who do you work for?

It is over.

No.

It's only just beginning.

Thank you.

The Professor said he'd be back by now.

What was he doing?

Working - unlike some people. Have a nice sleep?

(ACE) It was OK. You're late.

- I found him wandering the streets. - I was not.

I was contemplating certain local cartographical anomalies.

There's a message for you, Mike.

Thanks.

Ladies and gentleman, the Group Captain is expecting us.

Great. Something to do at last.

Ah, he specifically ordered that Ace remain here.

Professor!

Ah, Ace. I have a present for you.

How did you do that?

Higher technology.

And, no, I can't tell you how.

- Why not? - You're not ready for it.

No one on this planet is.

Ladies? Doctor?

I'll meet you outside.

Sorry, Ace. Work to be done.

Back at six. Have dinner ready.

Toe-rag.

Professor, you can't leave me here.

Ace, I'm trying to convince Gilmore to keep his men out of trouble,

or there'll be a lot of needless deaths.

- You're up to something. - Yes.

- Then I have to come. - No.

Who's going to guard your back?

I'll explain everything when I return.

- Tell me now! - I haven't got time!

All right. I'll stay here if that's what you want.

Trust me.

The enemy is about to start moving.

You think that Group Captain Gilmore suspects us?

Pah! Not the paltry military forces of your world.

The real enemy.

The Imperial Dalek faction, may their shells be blighted!

Soon it will be war.

Are you ready for war, Mr Ratcliffe?

Yes.

This country fought for the wrong cause in the last war.

When I spoke out, they had me imprisoned.

You will be on the right side in this war.

Group Captain, the evacuation...

I've contacted High Command and they've agreed a quiet withdrawal

under the peace-time nuclear accident provisions.

Given the sensitive stage of the government...

Just for a change.

They felt the initial stages

could be carried out under the Counter-Intrusion Measures, UK.

The D-Notice Office has been informed and a cover story prepared.

- What is it? - No idea. Not my department.

Doctor, since you hold my career in your hands,

I trust you can justify my faith.

With respect, your career's magnificently irrelevant.

Let's see. Any more transmission sites?

- No. Just the school. - Good.

I want a direct line to Jodrell Bank.

1963. The Filingdale Installations at the Royal Observatory.

Order them to search here for any sign of high orbital activity.

Now...

I want the detector vans moved to cover this area here and here.

Order all air and ground forces

to avoid engaging the enemy at all costs.

We must act with extreme caution.

And if we don't?

Goodbye, civilisation as you know it.

- Mrs Smith? - Yes?

I'm just going out for some fresh air.

All right, dear.

This is BBC Television.

The time is a quarter past five, and Saturday viewing continues

with an adventure in the new science fiction series, ''Doc...

26 by 001.

A big mothership of some kind.

Maybe as many as 400 Daleks on board.

Well, at least we know where it is.

Much good that does us.

Would it be foolish to hope this mothership was not nuclear capable?

It's capable of cracking open this planet like an egg.

- We got the parts, Doctor. - Good.

Over here.

We've located the mothership. It's in a geo-stationary orbit.

- Where? - Guess.

- Right. - Is that their main base, Doctor?

For one group. We're dealing with two antagonistic Dalek factions.

- Two? - Are they both from outer space?

Another planet in the distant future.

We must contain them. Let them destroy each other.

Shouldn't we send for reinforcements?

Have you been listening to me?

That spaceship has surveillance equipment

capable of spotting a sparrow fall at 15,000 kilometres.

Any military build-up and they may sterilise the area.

And we have no defence.

Frightening, isn't it?

To find others better versed in death than human beings.

Hello? Anyone at home?

(DALEKS) Attack squad in position!

Lower area clear.

Proceed! Exterminate any aliens.

We obey!

What does it do?

At best, it will interfere with the Daleks' control systems.

I rigged one on Spiridon.

- And the worst? - It'll do absolutely nothing.

Doctor? Red 9 reports an increase in modulated signalling.

- Where? - Hold on.

Mike, phone Ace and tell her someone will collect her.

Right.

The signal emanates from Coal Hill School.

Multiple sources in close proximity.

Multiple? They've got the transmat working again.

- Transmat? What does that mean? - More Daleks.

There's no reply from my men at the school.

Get a vehicle ready. Load it with plastic explosives and detonators.

- Right. - Why explosives?

That thing merely weakens them.

What do we do, then? Talk to them sternly?

Doctor, Mum says Ace left ages ago.

Small human female sighted on level three.

Who are you calling small?!

Under attack!

Under attack!

Reinforcements requested.

Human female is now leaving building.

Stay where you are! Do not move!

Exterminate!

Exterminate!

Exterminate! Exterminate!