Doctor, weīve had a report of a radar contact.
- A re-entry curve from low orbit? - Yes.
Thatīll be the Imperial Dalek shuttle craft.
Theyīre not landing a spaceship here?
No. Much too far from the main action.
(ROAR OF ENGINES)
- Youīre sure? - Wow!
Ace, get away from that window!
Down!
Advance!
We must capture the Hand of 0mega
from renegade Dalek faction.
Proceed to Area 25O6 immediately!
Right! Out of here! Everybody downstairs.
(GILMORE) Is that the mothership?
(DR WHO) No, the shuttle. The mothershipīs much larger.
Are you willing to cooperate with me now?
- Do I have a choice? - You could make a futile gesture.
What do we do?
A little bit of piracy...
(MIKE) Ace!
Go away!
Ace, I didnīt know it was the Daleks.
I was just doing Mr Ratcliffe a favour.
Do me a favour and drown yourself.
I thought it was the right thing.
Mr Ratcliffe had such great plans.
Ace, I never really wanted to hurt anybody.
You have to keep outsiders out
so your own people have a fair chance.
I said shut up!
You betrayed the Doctor. You betrayed me.
I trusted you, I even liked you. And all the time you...
- Sergeant Smith. - Sir...
Attenīshun! Iīm placing you under close arrest,
on suspicion of offences contrary to the Official Secrets Act.
Yes, sir!
Scout 7 reporting. Area 25O9 clear.
Retreat!
S9uad Delta under attack from renegade Daleks! Retreat!
Mothership to shuttle force controller.
Receiving your signal.
We must recover the Hand of 0mega without delay!
Shuttle force has encountered
heavy resistance from renegade Daleks.
0rder Special Weapons Dalek into position!
- Why are we doing this? - Elementary piracy, dear Allison.
Dalek shuttles have massive ground defences
and an unguarded service hatch.
Iīll try to open it. Ace, you come after, then Gilmore, Allison, Rachel.
Any questions? No? Good!
Emergency! Emergency!
Unable to disengage from control position.
- Humans on the bridge! - Iīm not human!
You are the Doctor. You are the enemy of the Daleks.
You must be exter...min...
..a-a-ated!
Goodbye.
You can come down now!
- Tea? - Yeah.
Come on, Sarge!
- What did you do to it? - I shorted it out.
Daleks are such boring conversationalists.
- Itīs very functional. - Theyīre not known for aesthetics.
Letīs see what they were up to...
The planet Skaro! So, the Daleks are returning to their ancestral seat.
I think weīve seen enough.
Time to leave! Get off the grille!
Weīll go back through the playground.
- What about the ground defences? - Iīve turned those off!
Come on! Jump!
Exterminate! Exterminate!
No! Donīt!
I have a message for Ratcliffe.
Understand? A message for Mr Ratcliffe.
You are my prisoner. You will obey all instructions!
0r you will be exterminated.
You said it, mate!
I rigged the communications relay to the shuttle control system,
and we can monitor the Daleks on the transmat in the cellar.
You canīt! You mashed up the transmat!
I can do anything I like!
Kneel!
Repairs on time controller almost complete.
Good.
Without that theyīre stuck here.
If we possessed it, we could bargain with it.
- For what? Our lives? - Nothing so mundane!
With that, we can demand anything.
You never give up!
- What happened? - Sergeant Smith...
- Is he all right? - No idea, Iīm a physicist!
Heīll be fine! Rachel, Allison, I need your help.
- He needs our help. - Thatīs what I thought he said.
Get your hands off him and come on!
All right, Corporal? Weīll search the building.
Time controller repaired and ready!
Departure imminent.
- Destroy human captives! - No!
Now! Run!
Recover the time controller!
When he said he needed our help,
I thought he meant in a more technical area!
A vain hope!
You got it. Put it down there.
(RACHEL) Now, Doctor, will you please answer one question?
Why are two Dalek factions fighting each other?
Ace!
Itīs simple, isnīt it? Renegade Daleks are blobs...
Blobs?!
Imperial Daleks are bionic blobs with bits added.
You can tell that Daleks are into racial purity.
One lot of Daleks reckon the other lot of blobs are too different.
Theyīre mutants. Not pure in their īīblobbinessīī!
Result?
They hate each otherīs chromosomes! War to the death!
Ace, letīs go and see which blobs are winning.
- Doctor, how do you do that? - Do what?
Re-wire a piece of alien machinery.
Itīs easy with 900 yearsī experience!
Force leader has recovered the Hand of 0mega.
Excellent! 0rder all forces to make immediate withdrawal!
Itīs Mike!
Heīs got the time controller.
Typical human! You can always count on them to mess things up!
- Go and see where heīs going. - Right!
Ace!
- No heroics. Iīve enough problems. - Trust me!
Prepare to place the Hand of 0mega
into the control circuit.
I obey!
- What will you do after this is over? - Retire and write my memoirs.
Subject to security vetting, of course!
The shuttle seems to be leaving!
Good riddance to bad rubbish!
Oh, wicked!
- Well, are we out of the woods? - Provided everything goes to plan.
Plan?
Could you let us know what your plan is...?
- Itīs a surprise. - Good! I love surprises.
Prepare for shuttle docking!
Lock the Hand of 0mega into the control circuit!
0mega device is now locked in and running.
Hello, hello, hello!
Dalek mothership - come in, please!
Come in, please!
(DR WHO) There you are!
This is the Doctor. President Elect of the High Counsel of Time Lords.
Keeper of the Legacy of Rassillon. Defender of the Laws of Time.
Protector of Gallifrey.
Surrender the Hand of Omega and return to your time and place.
Doctor!
You have changed again.
Your appearance is as inconstant
as your intelligence!
You have confounded me for the last time!
(DOCTOR WHO) Davros!
I should have known!
I see youīve discarded the last vestige of your human form.
Still no improvement!
Save your insults for the weak-minded, Doctor!
Will you return the Hand of Omega or not?
Are you threatening ME?
If so, it is most unwise!
Every time our paths have crossed, I have defeated you!
(DAVROS LAUGHS)
Hello, Ace.
- Would you really shoot me? - If I had to.
You might have to!
Davros, the Hand of Omega is not to be trifled with!
I think I am 9uite capable of handling the technology.
I sincerely doubt that!
Does it worry you, Doctor,
that with it, I will transform Skaroīs sun
into a source of unimaginable power?
And with that power at my disposal,
the Daleks shall sweep away Gallifrey
and its impotent column of Time Lords?
The Daleks shall become Lords of Time!
We shall become all-powerful!
Crush the lesser races, conquer the galaxy,
unimaginable power, unlimited rice pudding, et cetera, et cetera!
Donīt anger me, Doctor!
I can destroy you
and this miserable, insignificant planet!
Oh, wonderful! What power, what brilliance!
You can wipe out the odd civilisation, enslave the occasional culture,
but it wonīt detract from the truth of your own impotence!
- Careful, Doctor. - I know what Iīm doing.
I will teach you the folly of your words, Doctor!
I will destroy you
and demonstrate the power of the Daleks!
Davros, I beg you. Donīt use the Hand!
Doctor, now you begin to fear!
- Youīre making a grave mistake! - Activate the 0mega device!
0mega device activated!
Plotting course to home planet Skaro.
Now the Daleks shall become the Lords of Time!
Entering Skaro time zone.
First stage expansion, primary neutrino release.
core collapse instigated!
Danger! Instability! Reaction out of control!
No! This cannot be correct!
Home planet Skaro about to vaporise.
You have tricked me!
No, Davros. You tricked yourself.
- 0mega device returning! - Impact minus 25.
Do you think I would let you have control of the Hand of Omega?
- Doctor, please! I beg of you! - Nothing can stop it now...
Have pity on me!
I have pity for you!
Bye, Davros! It hasnīt been pleasant.
Emperor abandoning bridge!
- 5...4... Emperor activating escape pod.
- 3...2... - Escape pod leaving mothership.
0ne...
What happened?
I programmed the Hand of Omega to fly into the Skaro sun
and turn it supernova!
- Super what? - He blew it up!
The resulting explosion destroyed Skaro,
and the feedback destroyed the mothership.
The Hand of Omega is now returning to Gallifrey.
(DOORBELL)
Stay there!
(ACE) It might be the Doctor.
Put the gun down. Itīs too late for that.
Come on, Mike. Who are you going to shoot?
Just stay there!
Dalek!
You have been defeated.
Surrender! You have failed.
Insufficient data.
Your forces are destroyed,
your home planet a burnt cinder circling a dead sun.
There is no data!
Even Davros, your creator, is dead!
You have no superiors, no inferiors, no reinforcements, no hope...
..no rescue!
You are lying. There is insufficient data!
Youīre trapped, a trillion miles and 1,000 years
from a disintegrated home.
0ut of control!
I have defeated you. You no longer serve any purpose.
cannot compute! Unstable!
(SHE SCREAMS)
Unstable!
Itīs all right.
Donīt worry.
Itīs all over now.
Ashes to ashes...
Dust to dust...
- Time to leave! - Yes...
Doctor?
- We did good, didnīt we? - Perhaps.
Time will tell...
Always does!
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