Human female is now leaving building.
Stay where you are! Do not move!
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 s9uad 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 0mega.
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.
(EMPER0R DALEK) Report!
The transmat is no longer operational.
We have established the position of the 0mega device.
Prepare the assault shuttle!
Renegade Dalek agents are in the area.
They will surrender the Hand of 0mega!
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 0mega.
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...
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