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(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

Human female
is now leaving building.

Stay where you are!
Do not move!

Exterminate!

Exterminate!

Exterminate! Exterminate!

Exterminate! Exterminate!
Exterminate!

Move in!

Fall back! Fall back!

It works. It works!

Fall back!

Three, two, one, down!

- There were living beings in there.
- Not any more.

Come on, Sergeant,
we'll search upstairs.

Yes, sir. Doctor, may I?

Yes, Sergeant.

Stay sharp. Follow me.

- Doctor...
- Hmm?

This one's still active.

Oh? Let's see, Professor.

Allison...it's dead.

Thank you.

What was that?

They've mutated again.
Here, come and look.

Compare that to the destroyed
Dalek at Totter's Lane.

Note the difference.

The other Dalek
was under-developed,

with vestigial limbs and sensory
organs almost amoeboid.

Allison, look.

This is altogether different.

It has functional appendages

and some kind
of mechanical prosthesis

grafted into its very body...
I think I'm going to be sick.

(WEAPONS FIRE)
Smith must have found more Daleks.

Don't anyone give me a hand (!)

- Ace, you're hurt!
- I'd an argument with a window.

You two go and check the cellar,
but don't touch anything.

I'll look after Ace.

When I say stay put,
I mean stay put.

Not take on a Dalek
assault squad single-handed.

- What were you doing here?
- I came for my tape deck.

- Where is it?
- In little bits.

- Good.
- Ow! What do you mean, good?!

Where will I get another one?

That deck was
a dangerous anachronism.

If someone had discovered
the principles of its function,

the microchip revolution would
take place 20 years too early,

with incalculable damage
to the time line.

- So?
- So? Ace...

The Daleks have
a mothership up there

capable of eradicating
this planet from space,

but even they would think twice
before altering the time line.

Bridge reporting.

Mothership will maintain
Earth geo-stationary orbit.

All systems fully operational.

Attack squad Delta,

prepare to enter transmat.

The subject, obviously,
is placed on that dais.

Then what?

The Doctor called it a transmat.
What does that imply to you?

Matter transmission?

- But that's impossible.
- Impossible.

After this is over, I'm going
to retire and raise begonias.

(DR WHO)
Lovely flowers, begonias.

- Doctor, how does this work?
- Don't bother.

It's a link for the Daleks,

allowing them to beam death squads
onto Earth without anybody knowing.

And I don't want them here
just yet.

Weapons -
always useless in the end.

You look hungry.
How about lunch?

- Professor, what are you doing?
- Concentrating!

- Harry, where's my toast?
- Coming, coming.

May I?

- Hello, Ace.
- Hi.

You met Paul, John.

Power source detected. Alert!

Power source detected.

Full alert!

(ALARM BEEPS)

It is the Hand of Omega.

Inform the Emperor Dalek.

I obey.

I just feel we should
be doing something.

I wouldn't advise it.
We're in way over our heads.

You are Chief Scientific Advisor.

One expects advice
from advisors.

For one thing, Group Captain,
I was not hired, I was drafted.

And do you think I enjoy having
some space vagrant tell me

that the painstaking research
I've devoted my life to

has been superseded
by tin-plated pepperpots?!

- Steady on!
- You drag me from Cambridge,

quote the Peace-time Emergency
Powers Act at me,

and then you expect me to advise

on something outside the realm
of human experience!

Bluntly, we rely on the Doctor,

because ONLY the Doctor knows
what is going on.

Get on with it.

I want that coffin
back at the warehouse.

What are you staring at?

Emperor on the bridge.

(EMPEROR DALEK) Report!

The transmat
is no longer operational.

We have established
the position of the Omega device.

Prepare the assault shuttle!

Renegade Dalek agents
are in the area.

They will surrender
the Hand of Omega!

Haven't you got a home to go to?

Come on, lads, put your backs
into it. We haven't got all day.

Group Captain.

Can we establish
a forward base at the school?

- Of course.
- Thank you for co-operating.

Only a fool argues
with his doctor. Sergeant.

- Sir?
- Set up a command unit.

Forward command on the third floor.
Defensive on the ground and roof.

- Get a move on.
- Yes, sir. Men, follow me.

Professor, Miss Williams,
follow me.

- Jawohl! Coming, Professor?
- Of course, Miss Williams.

- I wish Bernard was here.
- The Rocket Group's got problems.

- Harry, toast!
- Coming, coming.

What's so important
about the school?

Well, now that I've disabled
the transmat, absolutely nothing.

As long as the renegade Daleks
have got the Hand of Omega,

the Imperial Daleks' attention
will be focused on that.

- So there are two sets of Daleks?
- Yes.

We have the Hand of Omega.

It's out in the yard.

Excellent.

Good. I'll tell my man.
After all, he found it.

Mike? There's a
phone call for you in the office.

Thanks.

- Professor?
- Yes?

If this place is out of the way
of the action, why are we here?

Keeping an eye on
Group Captain ''Chunky'' Gilmore.

Why his men call him Chunky,
I've no idea.

They're really going for it.

That's the general idea.

I want to keep the military
occupied and out of the way.

Out of the way of what?

Professor, you promised,
remember?

A long time ago,
on my home planet of Gallifrey,

there lived a stellar engineer
called Omega.

Stellar? As in stars?

You mean, he engineered stars?

- Ace!
- Sorry.

Go on.

It was Omega
who created the supernova

that was the initial power source
for time travel experiments.

He left behind the basis
for Time Lord society,

and he left behind
the Hand of Omega.

- His hand? What good was that?
- Not his hand literally.

Time Lords have an infinite
capacity for pretension.

I've noticed.

The Hand of Omega
is a mythical name

for Omega's
remote stellar manipulator -

a device used to customise stars.

Didn't we have trouble
with the prototype...

- We?
- They.

And the Daleks want it so they can
re-create time travel experiments?

But you said both Dalek factions
can already travel in time.

Daleks have time corridor
technology, but it's very crude.

What they want is the power
that Time Lords have,

and they'll get that
with the Hand of Omega, or so they think.

And you have to stop them?

- No, I want them to have it.
- Eh?

My problem is trying to stop
Group Captain Gilmore and his men

getting diced in the crossfire.

- So all this is...?
- A massive deception, yes.

Oh, well devious.

So the Daleks grab
the Hand of Omega and go,

and no one gets hurt. Brilliant.

- Just one thing.
- What?

I didn't expect
two Dalek factions.

Now I've got to make sure

the wrong ones don't get their
grubby protuberances on it.

Shouldn't we take Mike?

No. Dalek hunting
is a terminal pastime.

So what are we doing?

Dalek hunting.

Advance!

Stay where you are!

It's been a long and difficult
struggle for myself and my men.

Now we can afford to relax
and reap the rewards.

As I said, people need a firm hand.
It's in their nature.

They feel more comfortable
with a strong leader,

someone who knows when to be
lenient and when to be harsh.

(WEAPONS FIRE)

(MEN GROANING)

What have you done?
They were on our side!

You are a slave, Ratcliffe.

You were born to serve the Daleks.

(CHIEF DALEK) Patrol the area

until the time controller
is operational.

We obey!

You will obey the Daleks

or you will be exterminated.

Activate the time controller.

(NORMAL VOICE)
Time controller activated.

Calculating co-ordinates.

You will come with us.

This way.

The main staging area
must be in that warehouse.

- Are we going to have a look?
- Might as well.

I've checked the building.
No sign of Ace or the Doctor.

Sweep the area. I want the
Doctor found and brought back.

- Yes, sir. Men, follow me.
- You two, follow me.

Daleks.

(LOW BEEPING)

Quiet.

Is that it?

The Hand of Omega's
inside this box.

The most powerful
and sophisticated

remote stellar control device
ever constructed.

Are you sure
you want the Daleks to have it?

Absolutely.

You know what you've got to do,
don't you?

Yes. Of course you do.

Is it alive?

In a manner of speaking...

yes.

What is it?

Some kind of bio-mechanoid
control system.

For a small human.

Of course!
It's a battle computer.

But why would a human
need to sit in it?

The Daleks' major drawback

is a dependence
on rationality and logic.

The solution? Get a human -
preferably young, imaginative -

plug the child into the system,

and their ingenuity and creativity
are slave to the battle computer.

- That's well boggling.
- It's obscene.

Ah. Now for the time controller.

Hey, is this it?

What is it?

It's a device the renegade Daleks
use to travel through time.

They've come a long way.

Have you busted it?

No. I don't want to lumber Earth
with a load of desperate Daleks.

I've merely put it out of phase.

They'll be able to fix it,
but it'll slow them down.

(RATCLIFFE)
What are you going to do to me?

(DALEK) Remain silent!

The time controller
has been disabled!

(CHIEF DALEK) Instruct all Daleks

to seek and destroy
the intruder.

Exterminate the Doctor!

Crush all resistance!

I obey.

Why didn't you get
the Hand of Omega

and give it to the other Daleks?

With luck, the Imperial Daleks
will wipe out the renegades.

And I can't just give it to them.
They'll get suspicious.

- You still haven't told me...
- Sshh!

Follow me and keep your eyes
peeled for Ace and the Doctor.

- Hey, Doctor!
- Yes?

- Couldn't we just...?
- No, we've work to do.

Anyway, here come the military.

- Where have you been?
- Dalek hunting.

Now it's reversed.
Is Gilmore at the school?

- Yes.
- We'll smooth his troubled brow.

Ace, when we're finished,
do you fancy the pictures?

You're confident. What's on?

- I don't know.
- I've probably seen it on TV.

Huh...? Daleks! Move it!

Doctor, I trust your little jaunt
was successful.

Moderately so. I'm afraid
we've brought back some Daleks.

They've got the Hand of Omega.
Why don't they just leave?

How did you know that, Sergeant?

Ace told me.

You toe-rag!

- You lying dirty scumbag...
- It can wait.

You're finished. He's a grass!

A dirty stinking grass!
He's selling us out to the Daleks!

What's going on?
What are they talking about?

I didn't know it was the Daleks,
sir.

Imperial Dalek shuttlecraft
entering atmosphere.

We must defend
the Hand of Omega.

Withdraw all units.

Return to base immediately.

(GIRL DALEK) I obey.

'Battle computer to all units.
Withdraw immediately.'

Return to base.

They're retreating, all of them.

Wimps!

Doctor, we've had
a report of a radar contact.

- On a re-entry curve in low orbit?
- Yes.

- The Imperial Dalek shuttlecraft.
- What?

- They're landing a spaceship here?
- Here? No.

Too far from the main action.

(HUMMING)

- You're sure?
- Cor!

Ace! Get away from the window!

Down!

I might have miscalculated...