All language subtitles for Doctor Who (1963) - 22x13 - Revelation of the Daleks, Part Two.BRrip.E

I never thought precognisance of my
death would be so disturbing.

Doctor, the statue! Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!

Doctor!

- Help! Please help me!
- Be calm, be calm.

Someone as pretty as you
shouldn't be all of a fluster.

You must help me!
My friend's had a terrible accident!

Oh, that's obvious.

- Well, can't you help me get him out?
- I'd destroy my back lifting that.

Besides, you wouldn't want to see the mess
under there.

- He might still be alive.
- No, no, no, he's had it.

Whereas you, my pretty, are very much
with us. I... I like pretty things.

- You are very pretty, aren't you?
- Get your hands off me, you creep!

Oh, it's plain to see you're upset.
Was he a close friend?

Yes.

Life's strange, isn't it?
You lose one friend only to find another.

- Are you some kind of weirdo?
- Weirdo?

I am Jobel. I'm very important here.
I'm the Chief Embalmer.

Chief Embalmer?

- I'm not dead yet.
- You're all right!

- Doctor...
- Is he touting for business?

Me tout for business?

I'll have you know people come
from all over the galaxy for my services.

Mind you, you're the first live client
I wouldn't mind tackling.

- He does go on, doesn't he?
- Oh, Doctor. You're covered in blood.

It's not mine.
Like the statue and this grotesque,

it's all part of an elaborate
theatrical effect.

- Come on, we've got work to do.
- Where are we going?

To find out who had that statue erected.

Sorry I can't say it's been
a pleasure meeting you.

You know, if the statue had been made of
stone, I doubt if it would've killed you.

- Really?
- No, it'd take a mountain

to crush an ego like yours.

Goodbye, my pretty.

DAVROS: It is all as planned.

I think you should attend to the Doctor.

Get him to talk!

I didn't make him drunk!

Talk!

- It's creepy.
- Mm.

And it'll get a good deal creepier
when I find out who erected that statue.

- They may not tell you.
- Oh, I shall be subtle.

Play it... er..."very loose",
to use your parlance.

May I help you?

Er... well... Hi.

- I don't think so. We're... just looking.
- Actually we've come about a funeral.

- I beg your pardon?
- Burial, interment, inhumation, sepulture.

Obsequy?

What you mean is
the posture perpetual in statement.

- And for whom do you wish this service?
- Me.

(FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE) How do you do,
Mr Takis? And what is your pleasure?

I want to know the ETA
of President Vargos's ship.

Estimated time of arrival
Is approximately 57 minutes.

There are two transponder codes.

The second is for an unscheduled freighter.

- Direction?
- The planet Necros.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Now, if you should decide
to accept our unique service,

your body would be cryogenically
stabilised until that time came.

Needless to say, your resting
consciousness will be constantly updated

concerning social, cultural and
technological developments of your choice.

We wouldn't want you to wake up
feeling the universe had left you behind.

- It sounds so sterile.
- That too has been considered.

For a small extra cost, you may purchase
our personalised communication service.

(SYNTHESISED FANFARE)

Hi there! This is the DJ.

Now, if you're missing your resting
one and want to tell them.

Just how much, then why not call on me!

For I am the messenger who connects
your heart with their heart.

Hey, I'll being hearing from ya, all right?

That's great!
It's a little like the DJs on Earth.

Precisely.

It's still a long way. They could
have brought us closer than this.

The air will clear our minds.

- You ever heard of a sword, Bostock?
- No, Master.

It was a weapon, not unlike a large knife,

used on many planets
for thousands of years.

Even when it was superseded,
the sword was carried ceremonially.

A symbol of honour,
something almost spiritual.

This is my sword, Bostock.

- You're not using that.
- Why not?

It jammed last time. The thing's obsolete.

You so easily forget that I am
a Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon

and you are my squire.

Whereas I may have been
temporarily excommunicated,

I still try to live by the Order's rules.

I know, Master, but that thing's useless.

You must understand that this mission
must be an honourable one.

Nothing must taint or spoil it.

- I do understand, Master.
- Only fools would take the risks I do.

The president's ship, madam.

Oh, a delicious sight.

I do think it would be safer
if we shot it down.

That would be like an advertisement.
No, Orcini will do his work.

We shall remain anonymous.

This will be my last mission.

I understand, Master.

You may think my judgement is clouded
by thoughts of honour,

but my experience as a soldier
has not deserted me.

Take this pistol. Just in case.

- Master!
- What is it?

I sense something hostile.
Behind us!

The bullets are fitted with bastic heads.

Yes, Master.

DALEK: Alert alert.
A patrol Dalek has been destroyed.

It seems my agents were correct.
Kara has employed assassins!

Look, I'm finding what you're saying
absolutely fascinating,

but when I said I was interested
in my burial...

- Perpetual in statement.
- Thank you.

I was, in fact, referring to something
a little more specific.

- What was that?
- There is a statue of me

erected in the Garden of Fond Memories.

- Now, I want to know who did it.
- That is not possible.

Not without the express permission
of the Great Healer.

The Great Healer.

It's always a pleasure to speak to you,
Great Healer.

Indeed.

A Dalek patrol has recently been attacked.

- Outrageous.
- I believe assassins

are attempting to infiltrate my base.

It concerns me that those
who are attempting to kill me

might also try the same with you.

Oh, I have every faith in my guards,
Great Healer.

A fine body of men. I personally
selected each and every one of them.

Experience has shown me
that humanoid life forms

are susceptible to bribery.

I would therefore feel happier
if you were protected by those

incapable of corruption.

- You can only mean Daleks, Great Healer.
- Correct.

I have already dispatched a squad
for your protection.

Thank you, Great Healer.

I think he guesses, madam.

He can guess what he likes. He won't live
to learn whether he was right.

I fear, madam, you are placing
too much trust in Orcini.

Orcini will succeed.

And when he does, not only will I be rid
of that troublesome Davros,

but I will control the food supply
for the whole galaxy!

We are preparing for a lying-in-state.

President Vargos has given us permission

to tend to the mortal remains
of his dear, late wife.

Understood.

(Or better still, I wouldn't mind
meeting the D).

I'm curious to know
where he picked up his patter.

Ah, there you are. Hello, pretty one.

I am taking this gentleman
to see the Great Healer.

Should be a contest worth missing.
And what are you planning to do?

(Well, I'd quite like to meet the D).

Why not? This way.
Jobel will look after you.

No, it's all right, I'm OK.

Excuse us one moment.

Go with him.
I think from what we've learned,

you'll be a good deal safer with Mr Jobel
than you will with the Great Healer.

- Couldn't we just go back to the TARDIS?
- No.

I want to find out more about this
Great Healer. Remember the mutant?

Have a nice day.

With me as her escort,
she certainly shall.

What a nice man. Friend of yours?

What's it got to do with you?

Absolutely nothing at all.
I was only showing an interest.

- You are our prisoner.
- You will not resist.

Bring him.

Secure him.

Well... thanks for showing me the way.

Oh, those rose-red lips
were made for kissing.

But not by you.

- I love a woman who plays hard to get.
- Then you'll love me to death!

I can't wait, I can't wait! I...

Well... um...
I hope the lying-in-state goes well.

- And... er... thanks for showing me the way.
- My pleasure, pretty one.

(MUSIC: "IN THE MOOD"
BY THE TED HEATH ORCHESTRA)

Hi. Hope you don't mind me dropping in.

No, it's nice to have visitors.

- Well, I'm Peri.
- Is that your real accent?

Well, I hope so.

It's amazing!

Talking of voices,
yours seems to have changed.

Oh, yeah, well, that's just
my other voice, you know?

I use that just for kind of... (AMERICAN ACCENT)
professional duties, you know?

I knew it was too good to be true.

I somehow stupidly thought maybe
you'd come from the States.

What, the United States? Of America?
On Earth?

- That's right.
- That's amazing. That's just amazing.

- Have you been there?
- (LAUGHS) No.

It's just that I've heard recordings.

My great-grandad brought them back
from one of his visits.

I really love the sound
of those old American DJs,

so I kinda decided to kinda base
my style of presentation on 'em, you know?

- Well, it's very good.
- Thank you.

- Kinda almost makes me feel homesick.
- Thank you. I'm glad somebody likes it.

Doesn't half aggravate the Great Healer.

- You have pleased me.
- Thank you, Great Healer.

Show me Jobel.

I am told that you have affection
for this man.

Oh, I did once.

He is a difficult man.

- Arrogant, wouldn't you agree?
- Yes.

I once offered him immortality.

He turned it down.

He's a fool, then,
as well as being arrogant!

I agree, but I sense
that you still have affection for him.

No!

Yes... though I don't know why.

He's always humiliating me.

So I have observed.

If someone had treated me
the way he has treated you.

I think I would have killed them.

- Killed him? Oh, no, I couldn't do that.
- No?

Watch him.

Use the security cameras
to observe his activities.

Then tell me if your hate doesn't grow.

- Not doing very well, are you?
- Quiet.

What are the Daleks up to?

- Bodysnatching.
- What?

They stole my father's body
and were turning him into a Dalek.

It was horrible. It was growing
just like an embryo.

Growing?

So Davros has finally done it.
Daleks that can reproduce anywhere.

It's a tremendous feat
of genetic engineering.

Pity he didn't put it to a better use.

- (BLEEPING)
- Madam.

Orcini has entered the
catacombs. Wonderful.

It's only a matter of time now
before he finds Davros's laboratory,

taps out his little digital code

and blows himself, Davros,
and that disgusting little squire

into a thousand tiny pieces.

(BUZZING)

- How dare you enter unannounced!
- You will come with us.

You will be taken to Davros

to answer for your crime.

No!

(VOGEL SCREAMS)

You will obey.

How inconvenient.

Do you know how difficult it is
to find good secretaries?

You will come with us.

Don't you find a lot of very strange things
are happening nowadays?

- Not more bad news?
- I was talking generally.

In fact, I don't think things haven't been
the same since the Great Healer took over.

Guard your tongue.
He has eyes and ears everywhere.

I think it's time...
we did something about it.

You do?

Could you?

With a little help.

You're a very naughty man, Takis.

Are you interested, Mr Jobel?

Never was very keen on those Dalek things.

- Then I think we should have a little chat.
- Absolutely.

But... can we get the perpetual arrangement
sorted out first?

I should think so.

"Ohh, I love you!"

This man you respect
now conspires against me!

His infidelity is bad enough,
but his treason is unforgivable!

- Let me speak to him, Great Healer.
- It is too late for words!

He should be exterminated.

- No!
- It is time for you to decide, Tasambeker,

to whom precisely your loyalties belong.

- To you, of course.
- It is easy to say.

But I require a positive commitment
as proof.

What do you want me to do?

As I said...
I once offered Jobel immortality.

He refused.

I now make the same offer to you.

Serve me with your total being

and I shall allow you

to become a Dalek.

That is an offer.

I cannot refuse.

It is an offer that must be fulfilled
through blood.

Show me your total obedience

and kill Jobel!

You should have let me kill him, Master.

I appreciate your dedication, Bostock,
but he's very unimportant.

- But Master...
- No. In fact,

I would have preferred him conscious.

Questions are accumulating I would
very much like the answer to.

What's wrong?

A feeling we haven't been told
the whole truth.

You mean... we've been set up?

You're the one with
the infallible instincts. You tell me.

We need a scapegoat, some diversion.

- Prisoners. Let's release them. Scapegoats.
- Master...

Visitors!

- (DOCTOR GROANS)
- Release them.

- Who are you?
- A Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon.

Only I would be stupid enough
to attack such a person.

Be grateful you're still alive.

I am... I am.

Bostock.

You are now free, but you will count
very slowly to 20 once we have gone.

If you attempt to follow us,
I will kill you.

- You understand?
- Oh, yes. (HICCUPS) Sorry.

You may need this.

May I ask what you're doing here?

You may, but only a fool would expect
an answer.

I think we need some more of these.

I'm told she liked the fragrance of nature.

Mr Jobel...

Not now, Tasambeker.
Can't you see I'm busy?

It's important, Mr Jobel. I have a message
from the Great Healer.

- Why didn't you say?
- You must leave with me.

That's the bluntest invitation
I've had all week.

If you don't, you'll die.
The Great Healer hates you.

- Impossible. I'm his most loyal servant.
- Not when you conspire with Takis.

That was a joke, a bit of fun.

He wants you dead.

Dead? I'm Jobel.
The place wouldn't function without me.

He doesn't care about Tranquil Repose.

He's already turned it into
a breeding ground for Daleks.

Now I know you're lying.
I spoke to him only the other day.

He has tremendous plans for this place.

There certainly was no talk of turning it
into a Dalek farm.

He lies as freely as you pick up women.

Oh... so that's what this is all about.

Mr Jobel, I love you.

I'm risking my own life
talking to you like this.

You have spent too many hours
alone in this preparation room.

Someone as impressionable as you should
lavish a little more time on the living

instead of fantasising with the dead.

Look, you've got to get away from here.
I could help you.

To do what? Do you honestly think
I could possibly be interested in you?

I have the pick of the women here.

I would rather run away with my mother

than own a fawning little creep like you.

I knew you could be cruel,
but even you have excelled yourself.

To think I almost threw up everything

for a fat, bald egotist like you!

Fat? Me fat?
My figure is the height of fashion!

The Great Healer has ordered you dead!

We'll see about that.
I shall speak to him myself.

As always, you just don't understand.

To earn his favour, I am to kill you!

Get on with your work.

- Now, enough of this.
- I hate you!

What... What have you done?

The witch has killed Jobel!

The witch has killed Jobel!

Oh, why did I do it?

- You will be exterminated.
- Exterminate, exterminate!

(INSTRUMENTAL ROCK MUSIC)

- There's the Doctor!
- Huh?

That's not very good news. Those people
he's with, they're the bodysnatchers.

- Well, can I speak to him?
- Er, yeah, sure.

(ECHOING) Hello, Doctor, this is the DJ

with a very special message for you!

- PERI: Can you hear me?
- I can indeed.

- I've been worried about you.
- I'm perfectly safe.

Now, listen, Peri, I want you
to go back to the TARDIS at once.

- But...
- No questions. You're in great danger.

And there are bound to be others
monitoring this.

I'm on my way.

When you get to the TARDIS,
radio the president's ship.

Say there are Daleks here
and he's not to land.

What about you?

I shall join you later. Now, go!

Bring that woman to me.

At once.

And while you are there,

(destroy that prattling D)!

- Please get out of my way.
- You're not thinking, Peri.

- Please just get out of my way!
- How far do you think you'll get?

The Doctor was right.
Others will have intercepted his message.

They'll be waiting for you.

- No, I must go.
- Look, I've got a radio transmitter here.

You can use that.

And risk your life as well?
It just doesn't make sense?

It's too late for that now.
They know you've spoken to me.

They won't let that go unchecked.

PERI: They're coming!

Right. That should be simple enough.

I'll leave you to destroy
the incubation room.

- Right. Where shall we meet you?
- Reception area. Good luck.

But... Are you out of your mind?
I'm not going back in there.

In a minute,
this place will be crawling with Daleks.

A flimsy but nevertheless,
a convincing argument.

- Activate a specimen.
- I obey.

Then leave me alone.

The power pack's exhausted.
How do we kill them?

This controls the incubators.

There's another Dalek!

Davros.

(MACHINERY WHIRRS RHYTHMICALLY)

What's that...? Ah.

Remove that object.

Thank you.

Ahhhhhhhh!

(RAPID GUNFIRE
AND ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

You are fools! You cannot kill me!

I am Davros!

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

DAVROS: No-0-0-0-0-0!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

You've done it, Master.
You've killed him.

Has your instinct deserted you?
The kill was too easy.

A fact you have realised too late,
Grand Master Orcini.

Place your guns on the floor.

Of course.

- (RAPID GUNFIRE)
- Guards!

Bostock!

DALEK: I cannot see!
My vision is impaired. I cannot see!

DALEKS: Exterminate, exterminate!
Exterminate!

You are old, Orcini.

Your reflexes have gone.

Do you think you're the first
to try and kill me?

That tank was but a simple lure,

a focal point for the assassin's bullet.

Let's get out of here.

If only we had a grenade,
we could deal with... It's gone.

It can't be far.
We would have heard it leave, wouldn't we?

(OMINOUS CRACKLING)

Let's get out of here.

- (CRACKLING INCREASES IN INTENSITY)
- GREGORY: I can't get it open!

(EXPLOSION)

- (ROCK MUSIC)
- Come in. Over.

- The president's ship doesn't answer.
- Wait a mo.

They heard. And just in time.

This may sound like a dumb question,
but what does that thing do?

This is a highly directional ultrasonic
beam of rock 'n' roll.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING)

It kills.

Intriguing.

A box of delight... or a box of hate.

My dear Davros.

Yours, I believe.

Oh... what a pretty little box.
What does it do?

You should know.
It is a transmitter.

Brought by your assassin.

How can you say such a thing,
Great Healer?

I have never trusted you, Kara.

I am pained by such a remark.

- I have served you well.
- Tell him.

I am an innocent party.
I refuse to be drawn into your conspiracy.

Give the box to Orcini.

Is that wise, Great Healer?

By your own statement, he is a murderer,
a common assassin.

He is a Knight
of the Grand Order of Oberon.

There is little that is common
about Orcini.

Now, show me what you had to do
with the box.

- No.
- Proceed.

No! All right, it's a bomb, it's a bomb.

A great big bomb!

Thank you, Kara.

You fool, you imbecile!

I thought you were a man of honour!
Now we both die! Satisfied?

You before me.

(INSTRUMENTAL ROCK MUSIC)

- Keep your head down.
- You must surrender.

The Earth woman must come with us.
It is futile to resist.

- Yee-ha!
- You did it!

That's right.

DJ: Hey, you guys, this is the broadcast
to end all broadcasts! Yee-ha!

PERI: Look out! More Daleks!

Yee-ha! Whoo!

- Look out!
- Halt!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

PERI: You murdered him!
Why did you have to...?

Ah, there you are.
They went that way.

You will come with us.

They're here.

Perfect timing.

- I see you've been busy.
- Whereas you have been stupid, Doctor.

Prerogative of a Time Lord.
Where's Peri?

Safe,

for the time being.

I must say I'm surprised to see you.

The last time we met, your ship blew up.
I thought with you on board.

Not when there is an escape pod to be had.

Or, it seems, a lift by a transporter
to this place.

Ah, there I was fortunate.

I liked the statue, by the way.
Very good likeness.

Though, really,
you shouldn't have bothered.

As with the news of Stengos' death, it was
all part of my scheme to lure you here.

All very clever.

Apart from a little grave-robbing,
what else have you been up to?

You cannot steal
what has already been abandoned.

- No one is interested in the people here.
- That's not what I've heard.

As your grave-robbing friends
have now been exterminated,

you will not hear the complaint again!

Do you never do anything but kill?

There you are mistaken, Doctor.

I am known as the Great Healer.

A somewhat flippant title perhaps

but not without foundation.

I have conquered the diseases
that brought their victims here.

In every way, I have complied
with the wishes of those who came

in anticipation of one day
being returned to life.

But never, in their worst nightmares,

did any of them expect to come back

as Daleks.

All the resting ones I have used

were people of status, ambition.

They would understand,

especially as I have given them
the opportunity

to become masters of the universe!

With you as their emperor.

But what of the lesser intellects...
or will they be left to rot?

You should know me
better than that, Doctor.

I never waste a valuable commodity.

The humanoid form
makes an excellent concentrated protein.

This part of the galaxy
is developing quickly.

Famine was one of its major problems.

- You've turned them into food?
- A scheme that has earned me great acclaim.

Did you bother to tell anyone they might
be eating their own relatives?

Certainly not. That would have created

what I believe is termed
"consumer resistance".

They were grateful for the food.
It allowed them to go on living.

Until you take over their planets.

Precisely.

Welcome. I am Takis.

- You sent for us?
- That's right.

Where is Davros?

I'll take you to him.
But first, can we discuss our deal?

You will obey my will.
You will take me to Davros!

- Now!
- Of course. At once.

Doctor!

(Are you all right? I'm sorry about the D).

Now, Doctor, prepare to witness
the greatest rebirth ever.

You may be disappointed at the response.

Even if your friends had succeeded,
they would have done very little damage.

The room they attempted to destroy

was one used for experimentation only.

My main force of Daleks is well hidden.

(DAVROS SCREAMS)

ORCINI: Bostock! Bostock!

- Look out!
- Halt! Stay where you are!

Do not move.

Prepare the surgical unit.

Such a foolish waste of energy.

- No 'arm in trying.
- When you have become a Dalek,

you will suffer for every indignity
you have ever caused me!

GREY DALEKS: Exterminate, exterminate!

WHITE DALEKS: Malfunction, malfunction!

- Malfunction! Malfunction!
- Obey our will.

What is happening?

Activate my Daleks!

(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

- How did you find me?
- TAKIS: I sent for them.

You are to be taken back to Skaro

to stand trial for crimes
against the Daleks.

This used to be a good place before
you came. I enjoyed working here.

Once you've gone,
it'll be a good place again.

Shouldn't be too certain of that.

You'll be lucky to be alive
at the end of this.

But they're going to destroy
Davros' Daleks.

They will not be destroyed.

They will be reconditioned

to obey the will of the Supreme Dalek.

You will come with us.

No! Take him!

He is the sworn enemy of the Daleks.
He is the Doctor.

Doctor? No.

His image does not compute
with the known appearance of the Doctor.

He's regenerated, fool.

He will be held prisoner
until we can verify if you are correct.

You will come with us

or be exterminated here.

You have not heard the last of me.
I shall return.

And I shall be waiting for you.

- You trusted them?
- I thought it'd do some good.

It might yet. We must act fast before
Davros' Daleks can be activated.

First we've got to get rid of that.

- Will that be effective?
- It'll take out the eye piece.

- What we need is a grenade.
- I'll look in Bostock's pocket.

Now, listen to me...

I created you! I am your master!

We serve only the Supreme Dalek.

That upstart!

I could make you all Supreme Daleks.
I have the power.

You must obey me!

- Hey, you out there.
- You will remain in the laboratory.

We have a message for your master.

My vision is impaired. I cannot see.
My vision is impaired. Emergency!

Right. What we need now is a bomb
to destroy the ones in hibernation.

- No, you can't destroy this place.
- He's right.

Tranquil Repose has ceased to have
any practical function.

Its cryogenic chambers are empty.

Davros used the contents
for synthetic protein.

He's telling the truth.

After what Davros has done, you'll never
restore the reputation of this place.

Don't trust them.

- You must. I can show you a new life.
- How?

Davros has created a demand
for synthetic protein.

If you cease to fulfil that demand,
those planets will die.

- Now...
- The weed plant?

Grows almost anywhere.
When refined, that produces protein.

- It's a great idea!
- You must leave here.

What?

I have a bomb
and I would like to explode it.

Not only will it destroy Davros' Daleks,
it might just catch him as well.

- Splendid.
- Just one thing, Doctor.

There's no timing device.

Once I press this red button...
(ORCINI MIMICS EXPLOSION)

- I could rig one...
- There's no time. I want Davros dead.

Let me see it...

I wouldn't hesitate to use this now.
Go, Doctor. Go.

- Why are you throwing away your life?
- I've always wanted an honourable kill.

Davros was to be it.

Go now. The catacombs are deep.
You might find a safe place.

Go. Go! Now!

- Come on.
- I'll join you later.

Is there anything I can do?

Return this to my Order.
Tell them how we died.

Of course.

No more words.

Doctor!

(ECHOING) Doctor!

- Doctor!
- Come on!

I want everyone
to clear this room immediately!

Do you think we've come far enough?

- It's too late! They've got away!
- Let's get out of here.

- No, we must wait for the Doctor.
- Come on. Move!

(SCREAMS OF PANIC AND CONFUSION)

- Doctor!
- He's had it.

Come on. This roof isn't gonna last
much longer. We've got to get out of here!

No, wait!

- Doctor! Are you all right?
- Did Davros get away?

Yes. Do you think they'll execute him?

I'd hate to think that Orcini
died for nothing.

He didn't. He achieved a greater kill than
he thought possible.

He destroyed Davros'
new generation of Daleks.

Come on you two. This is no time to chat!
Let's get out of here!

- Where?
- That way!

(OMINOUS RUMBLING)

- What are we gonna do?
- Get out of here, find the TARDIS,

then make sure
those two get this place sorted out.

Here, what's all this about us
becoming farmers?

- Oh, don't you start.
- It's true, though.

All you know about is flowers.

Mind you, that plot
for perpetual in statement

would make good growing land.

This place is called Tranquil Repose.

I think we should leave the dead in peace,
don't you?

When we've finished here,
can we take a real holiday?

I know somewhere that is
truly tranquil... peaceful, restful.

A panacea for the cares of the mind.

- Can't we go somewhere fun?
- Fun?

Oh, I suppose anywhere will be peaceful
after Necros.

All right...
I'll take you to B...