All language subtitles for Doctor Who (1963) - 25x03 - Remembrance of the Daleks, Part

(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

Human female is now leaving building.

Stay where you are. Do not move.

- Exterminate!
- Exterminate!

- Exterminate! Exterminate!
- Exterminate! Exterminate!

- Exterminate! Exterminate!
- Exterminate! Exterminate!

- Exterminate! Exterminate!
- Exterminate! Exterminate!

Move in!

MIKE: Fall back. Fall back.

- It works. It works.
- MIKE: Fall back!

Three, two, one, down.

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

- Sergeant, let's search upstairs.
- Yes, sir.

- Doctor, may I?
- Yes, Sergeant.

- Right.
- Stay sharp. Follow me.

- Doctor.
- Hmm?

- This one's still active.
- That's impressive.

(DALEK SQUEALING)

Allison, it's dead.

- Thank you.
- What was that?

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

Compare that to the destroyed DALEK
at Totters Lane.

Note the difference.

The other Dalek was
underdeveloped 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.

(CRASHING)

Sergeant Smith
must have found some more Daleks.

- Don't anyone give me a hand.
- Ace, you're hurt.

I had an argument with the window.

You two go down 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 an entire Dalek
assault squad single-handed.

- Ow.
- What were you doing here anyway?

I came to get my tape deck.

- Where is it?
- In little bits.

- Good.
- Good? Ow!

What do you mean, good?
Where am I gonna get another one?

That tape deck was
a dangerous anachronism.

If someone had found it and discovered
the principles of its function,

the whole microchip revolution
would take place now,

20 years too early, with
incalculable damage to the timeline.

- So?
- So? Ace,

the Daleks have a mothers hip
up there capable of eradicating

this planet from space.
But even they, ruthless though they are,

would think twice before making such
a radical alteration to the timeline.

Bridge reporting.

Mothership will maintain
Earth geostationary 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's that imply to you?

Matter transmission?
But that's impossible.

Impossible?

You know, after this is over,
I'm going to retire and raise begonias.

Lovely flowers, begonias.

Doctor, how exactly
does this thing 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.

Oh, you look hungry.
How about lunch?

- Professor, what are you doing?
- Concentrating.

- Harry, can I get some toast?
- Coming, coming.

May I?

- Hello, Ace.
- Hi.

You've met Paul, John.

Power source detected. Alert!

Power source detected. Full alert!

(ALARM BEEPING)

It is the Hand of Omega.

- Inform the Emperor Dalek.
- I obey.

I just feel we should be doing something.

Frankly, I wouldn't advise it, Group
Captain. We're in way over our heads.

You were hired as
a chief scientific adviser.

One tends to expect advice
from one's advisers.

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

And for another, do you think
I'm enjoying having some space vagrant

come along and tell me
that the painstaking research

I've devoted my life to

has been superseded by
a bunch of tin-plated pepper pots?

- Steady on, Professor.
- Steady on?

You drag me down from Cambridge,

you quote the Peacetime
Emergency Powers Act at me,

and then you expect me
to advise on something

outside the realm of human experience.

Bluntly put, Group Captain,
we're reliant on the Doctor

because only the Doctor
knows what is going on.

RATCLIFFE: Get on with it. I want
that coffin back at the warehouse.

What are you staring at?

Emperor on the bridge.

Report!

The transmat is no longer operational.

DALEK 2: 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.

We need to establish a forward base
at the school. Can it be done?

- Of course.
- Thank you for your cooperation.

Only a fool argues with his doctor.
Sergeant.

- Sir.
- Get Embery.

Set up a command unit.
Forward command on the third floor,

defensive positions on the ground floor
and the roof.

- Get a move on.
- Yes, sir.

All right, men, fall out.
Follow me back to the school.

Professor Jensen, Miss Williams,
follow me.

- Ja wohl Coming, Professor Jensen?
- Of course, Miss Williams.

I wish Bernard was here.

British Rocket Group's
got its own problems.

- Harry, toast.
- Oh. 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,

then 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 Headmaster's office.

Thanks.

- Professor?
- Yes?

If this place is so out of the way
of the action, what are we doing here?

Keeping an eye on
Group Captain "Chunky" Gilmore.

Although 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 fully
occupied and out of the way.

Out of the way of what?
Oh, 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.
- Oh, sorry. Go on.

It was Omega who created the supernova
that was the initial power source

for Gallifreyan time travel experiments.

He left behind him the basis on which
Rassilon founded the Time Lord society.

And he left behind the Hand of Omega.

- His hand? What good was that?
- No, no, not his hand literally. No, no.

It's called that because Time Lords have
an infinite capacity for pretension.

Hmm, I've noticed that.

The Hand of Omega is a mythical name
for Omega's remote stellar manipulator.

The device used to customise stars with.

And didn't we have trouble
with the prototype.

- We?
- They.

And the Daleks want it so they can
recreate the time travel experiments?

But you said that both DALEK factions
can already travel in time.

Oh, yes, Daleks have got
time corridor technology,

but it's very crude and nasty.

What they want is the power
that the Time Lords have,

and they'll get that
with the Hand of Omega.

- Or so they think.
- And you have to try and stop them.

- No, Ace, 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...
- 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.

And now I've got to make sure
that the wrong ones don't get

their grubby little protuberances on it.

- Shouldn't we take Mike?
- No. Dalek hunting's 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.

(LASERS FIRING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

what have you done to those men?
They're on our side.

You are a slave, Ratcliffe.

You were born to serve the Daleks.

Patrol the area until
the time controller is operational.

- We obey.
- We obey.

You will obey the Daleks

or you will be exterminated.

Activate the time controller.

Time controller activated.

Calculating coordinates.

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 whole building, sir.
There's no sign of Ace or the Doctor.

Right, deploy lookouts,
take a squad and sweep the area.

I want the Doctor found
and brought back here.

- Yes, sir. Okay, men, follow me.
- You two follow me.

Daleks.

(BEEPING)

- Quiet.
- Is that it?

The Hand of Omega's inside this box.
The most powerful and sophisticated

remote stellar control
manipulator 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?

(BEEPING)

Yes. Of course you do.

Is it alive?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

(BEEPING)

What is it?

Some kind of biomechanoid
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 their
dependency on rationality and logic.

The solution, get a human,
preferably young, imaginative,

plug the child into the system
and their ingenuity and creativity

are slaved to the battle computer.

- Oh, it'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, 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 gonna do to me?
- DALEK: Remain silent.

The time controller has been disabled.

Instruct all Daleks,
seek and destroy the intruder.

Exterminate the Doctor.
Crush all resistance!

I obey.

Why didn't we just run off
with the Hand of Omega

and give it to the other Daleks?

Well, with a bit of luck,
the Imperial Daleks will wipe out

the Renegade faction. Besides, I can't
just roll up and give it to them.

- They'd get suspicious.
- Suspicious of what?

- You still haven't told me what...
- Shh!

All right, follow me and keep
your eyes peeled for Ace and the Doctor.

Move.

Hey, Doctor.

- Yes?
- Couldn't we just get in...

No, no, no. We've got work to do.
Anyway, here come the military.

- Where have you been?
- Dalek hunting.

Now it's the other way around.
Is Gilmore back at the school?

- Yes.
- Good.

We'll go back
and smooth his troubled brow.

Ace, when we're finished with this lot,
do you fancy going to the pictures?

Oh, you're confident. Why, what's on?

- I don't know.
- Doesn't matter.

I've probably seen it
on television anyway.

Huh?

Daleks! Move it!

Well, Doctor, I trust your
little jaunt was successful.

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

I don't get it. 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, Sergeant?
What are they talking about?

I didn't know it was a DALEK, sir.

Imperial Dalek shuttle craft
entering atmosphere.

We must defend the Hand of Omega.

Withdraw all units.
Return to base immediately.

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 from low orbit?
- Yes.

That'll be the Imperial DALEK
shuttle craft.

What? They're not landing
a spaceship here.

Here? No. They're much too far
from the main action.

(WHIRRING)

You're sure?

Whoa!

Ace, get away from the window!

Down!

I think I might have miscalculated.