Doctor Who (1963) s09e15 Episode Script
The Mutants, Part One
Over here! Move in! _, he's heading for the _! This way! Over here! Mutt! Mutt! Hurry, you men - hurry! Mutt! Sir! Marshal - your mask! Mutt mad he is.
Sport to him.
Kill one before he passes out.
Solos - stinking rotten hole.
Can't even breathe - what a planet.
Not long now, soldier.
Should have given them independence years ago.
Look at it! Disgusting mess.
Get rid of it.
Sir.
Make out a report - Mutt found dead as usual.
Stubbs calling Skybase.
Returning shortly.
ETA - forty-two, zero, six.
Have dealt with mutant native alert, area seven.
Mutant tracked and found dead on arrival Cause unknown.
Doctor? Mmm? Are you going to be very much longer? No, nearly finished, Jo.
What are you doing anyway? I'm making a Minimum Inertia Superdrive for Bessie.
Oh.
Well, for your information, it's well past lunch time, and I'm Eh? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Lunch? No.
Bomb? No, nothing so exciting.
Well? It's an assignment.
Well then, it is exciting! No, it's a container of some kind, Jo - from them.
Time Lords? That's right.
Well, aren't you going to open it? Mmm, I'm not allowed to open it.
Huh? Well, I couldn't, even if I wanted to.
No, I'm not meant to.
I couldn't open it, even if I wanted to.
No, it's only meant for one person and/or creature.
And it will only open for one person.
And/or creature? Yeah, that's right.
Yes, I'm just the messenger boy.
Well, can't you just refuse? Well, they only send these things in a real emergency, Jo.
It's top priority - three line whip.
No, no, I've gotta go.
How do you know where to deliver it? I think that has already been decided.
Hang on.
Wait for me.
I'm coming too.
That's out of the question.
It's bound to be dangerous, probably difficult.
All the more reason.
You need me to look after you.
Sorry, Jo, that's a lot of rubbish.
Not this time.
Au revoir! Oh, no you don't! Well? Where are we? It looks a bit like the tradesman's entrance, isn't it? What do you mean? Well, I don't see any red carpet - do you? Doctor, look! We're flying! We're not exactly flying, Jo.
We're in planetary orbit.
We must be on a Skybase One.
This is Skybase One.
A Skybase.
Amazing! Duty personnel to reception and transfer section.
Clear visiting party.
We are expected then.
Next, escort them through bacteriological decontamination hall.
Skybase One - out.
Bacteria what? Well, put less delicately, Jo - delousing! Cheek! Father.
Greetings, Ky.
I knew you would be here, Varan - with your Overlord masters.
And why are you here? I was summoned.
You will attend the conference? The conference? More lies from the Overlords, more promises of freedom.
Yet Ky still came? I came to demand that the Overlords stop murdering our people! The mutants must be rooted out.
They are evil and diseased.
Who tells us that? My eyes tell me.
No, Varan, the Overlords tell you.
They tell you to kill and you kill! My people are warriors.
It is honourable to fight.
Where is the honour in hunting down unarmed creatures?! Their duty, Ky.
They are diseased.
Well, if it is a diseased, what has caused it? Once we were farmers and hunters, the land was green, the rivers ran clear, the air was sweet to breathe! And then the Overlords came, bringing Earth's poisons with them - calling it progress.
We toiled in their mines, we became slaves! Worse than slaves! Liar! Murderer! You have nothing else to hunt, so you hunt your own kind.
So! You've arrived, Ky.
As you see, Overlord.
We come when we are called.
Well, don't just stand there making speeches, get into decontamination.
And the rest of yer! Varan, the Marshal wants to see you.
Alone! Wait.
Mutt! Taking their time, aren't they, Jo? Jo? Jo, where Oh, they you are.
Doctor? Mmm? Are you sure we're in the reception area? Looks more like a broom cupboard.
Where exactly are we - time wise? Don't use expressions like that, Jo, please? Alright - century wise? According to the TARDIS's instrument readings, we are now in the thirtieth century empire.
I see.
What empire? Well, your empire - Earth's empire.
Yes, great colonists - Earthmen - you know, Jo.
Once they'd sacked the solar system, they moved onto pastures new.
Solos is one of them - one of the last.
Do you ever read Gibbon's "Decline and Fall"? No, is it good? Jo, this is like that, you see? No.
Oh, well empires rise and empires fall.
And if this is their idea of a reception, this one has obviously crumbled! Oh, to get out of here, I've obviously got to try and break the circuits.
Ah, Varan? Why has Ky been summoned to this conference? Oh, you've seen him then? He called me murderer.
Me - Varan.
I should have finished with him there and then.
Oh now, Varan, we want no martyrs.
I have other plans for Ky.
You said I would represent my people.
You will be there.
You and Ky.
Now listen The box.
What? The box! Oh yes, of course.
Here, you take it.
Alright.
It's alright.
There's nobody about - come on.
Attention.
Attention.
Computer confirms door malfunction in storage area four.
That's us.
Investigation please.
Yes, I know.
I'm not sure I like being described as a malfunction.
Check.
I repeat: Investigation please.
That's us.
What is it? A door.
Door? All the way over there for a door? Yeah, seems a bit pointless, doesn't it? Ah, leave it.
Leave it till morning.
We have only just got back up here after that Mutt hunt.
Tell you what? What? You won't catch him rushing about tonight.
Who? His Nibs - the Marshal.
You understand? I want a man I can trust and trust absolutely.
All my warriors can be trusted.
They will fight to the death for Varan.
Then you will need this pass.
It is good.
Hmm! I doubt if Ky will think so.
Varan, I shall want to see this man of yours myself.
Now? Afterwards.
The fool! Hello? Hello? Doctor Well, we can't wander around here all night with nobody noticing, now can we? Doctor! Attention.
Attention Door malfunction in storage area three.
Immediate investigation ordered.
Possible emergency - out.
We should have gone the first time - come on.
Oh, we couldn't have known.
Come on! We're in enough trouble already.
Two malfunctions, eh? I don't like the sound of that.
I can't hold it much longer! Well, what is it? I've no idea but whatever it is, it isn't friendly! Away from that door.
Look, you fool! Away from the door! Look at his hand! Stubbs and Cotton investigating malfunction - storage area three.
Mutant native contacted and destroyed.
Two other non-personnel found and held.
Report ends.
Good evening, sir.
Will you please come with us to reception? I assume I have no choice? This way, sir.
"Mutant native", you say? That's right, sir.
Mutt? On my Skybase? How? He was Varan's bodyguard, sir.
Mmm, Varan's bodyguard? Get me a full report at once.
Hold the other two, and get Varan.
I've asked for a full report, Administrator.
I should think so.
What happened to your security arrangements? And why wasn't I informed that Varan was here? Really, Marshal - on the eve of the independence conference? They'll be a full security clampdown.
The Solonians will never know.
As for Varan, he was merely reporting on Ky's activities.
Spying for you, you mean? Oh, all part of security.
Security? Such as we have tonight? Natives and the devil knows who else running amok.
Good heavens, man! We're not at war with the Solonians - we're giving them independence.
Oh, eventually.
Not eventually, Marshal - now.
Total and absolute independence.
We're pulling out.
Pulling out? I take it you've been too busy with security to study the latest reports from Earth? We can't afford an empire any more.
Earth is exhausted, Marshal - finished.
Politically, economically and biologically - finished.
Then why go back? We could keep Skybase on Solos - take over the whole planet.
Out of the question.
Apart from the Solonians themselves, there's the problem of the atmosphere.
Well, they're both problems that can be solved.
Ky's already making political capital out of your "experiments" in that field.
Hmm! The Mutants! Exactly.
There is no proof that my atmospheric experiments have anything at all to do with these mutations.
The Mutts are a menace and must be wiped out.
And that's your alternative to independence? Genocide? Mmm, give them independence, they'll starve out of total incompetence.
Nevertheless, they shall have their independence! Whether they're ready for it or not.
When you summoned this conference, Administrator, I assumed it for your usual line.
Which is? Oh, fob them off with promises, a few minor concessions - it's always worked before.
Well, this time I'm conceding all Ky's demands.
But! We have no choice! We must return to Earth.
But I've put years of my life into this planet! The whole my whole career! Yeah, well, I'm afraid things are going to be a bit tricky for ex-colonial officials.
Still, don't worry, old chap, we'll find you something.
The Bureau of Records, perhaps? Something clerical.
Get me that fool, Varan.
Doctor? What? You can see the planet in daylight now.
Oh, yes, so you can.
It's not like our Earth, is it? It's all grey and misty.
Well, the Earth these people know now, Jo - the thirtieth century empire - is even more grey and misty.
It can't be! Mmm, land and sea alike- all grey.
Grey cities linked by grey highways across grey deserts.
Really? Yeah.
Slag, ash, clinker - the fruits of technology, Jo.
Morning.
Good morning, sir.
I've seen your statements.
What is it you want? As briefly as possible.
We come from Earth.
Who sent you? Overlord centre.
The council, you mean? Yes.
The council has no further interest in Solos.
Well, they certainly had when we left.
Just, er, when did you leave, Doctor? Sometime ago now.
He's lying.
He's got no pass.
Look, this was an emergency.
There have been no shuttles, no departures from Earth, no arrivals on Skybase in weeks.
For goodness sake, does it matter how we got here? They must be from Solos! Let him speak.
Why are you here? This is why.
Jo? Thank you.
Yes, well, obviously it's not for you.
Nor you, it would seem.
Some kind of a joke? Who is it for? What is it anyway? Well, it's a container of some kind, but I must have confess that I Then open it! Can't! Open it! You're wasting your time, Marshal.
This box will only open for the person to whom it was sent.
We shall see.
Stubbs? Sir? Stand back.
Do you see? You must know who it's for? They were found with the Mutt.
They must be saboteurs.
Oh, don't be a fool! If we were saboteurs, that'd be a bomb and thanks to you we'd all be blown to smithereens by now.
Sir, the Solonian delegates are ready for you.
Thank you.
Well, whatever it is, it'll have to wait.
Marshal? Be with you in a moment.
Now, perhaps you'll tell me just what this is really all about.
But he has! What he told you was the truth.
What are you - some sort of special agent for the council? Sent to check on me? If you really want to find out what's in this I shall find out! May I suggest that you take it to the conference.
It could well be for someone there.
Could it? I think there are more important things.
Far more important things.
Stubbs! Sir? Don't let these two out of your sight.
Sir.
Which is he? By the door.
Does he understand the new instructions? He understands.
Is he reliable? He is my son.
Your son? You asked for someone in whom we could trust.
Yes, good Varan.
His Excellency - the Administrator.
Skybase one, Skybase one, this is an Overlord telecast.
Bombastic signature tune, isn't it? Well, it always impresses them on Solos.
Does it really? His Excellency, the Administrator, is about to make his final statement of terms relating to the question of independence in the presence of the Solonian all-peoples union.
What's your view, Stubbs? Independence? Yeah, the sooner the better.
Let's get off and home.
Plenty to sort out there.
Yes, quite so.
Have you got a family back on Earth? Oh, I hope so, Miss.
Do you hear from them very often? Oh, I get reports, you know? The odd video.
No letters? Letters? Mmm.
What the Sorry about that, Stubbs.
Well done, Jo, you did that beautifully.
Pity, he was rather sweet.
Do you think so? Mmm.
Come on, let's go to that conference.
Here, you take that.
Some five hundred years ago, we Earthmen - Overlords, as you call us - arrived on Solos.
Our ancestors, yours and mine, made a solemn treaty - a pact, a bond, an act of friendship Treachery and mutual co-operation between our two peoples.
A bold concept - two different cultures, far apart in terms of development uniting together to create a new society.
A new and richer world.
Now, after five hundred years of Exploitation.
expert scientific and technical aid, we have steered you to the verge of Disaster! to the verge of independence.
Segregation.
Mmm.
This way.
rights and privileges as citizens of empire.
You, the peoples of Solos, have given us much.
And we in return have given you Mutts! a strong and stable system of government.
Freedom now! Despite Freedom now! Despite, I say, recent acts of terrorism, violence Freedom freedom freedom! and subversion.
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only black mark on the history of amicable relations unparalleled throughout the empire! We want freedom and we want it now! Where do you think you're going? Well, to the conference, of course.
Not without a pass.
Sorry, sir.
Pass, what pass? Nobody in without a pass, sir.
Look, all this has been arranged by the Administrator.
Sorry sir, that Mutt - extra security all over.
Look, this thing contains important documents - details of the whole independence agreement, ready for signing.
Open it up, please sir.
What? Can't risk weapons in there, sir.
Now it is my duty to set out the final conditions that Earth Council has laid down! Do you hear that, Varan? Hundreds of years of oppression and slavery! Good friends! I beg you to listen! You pollute the lands we live by! We have no need to quarrel.
Now you want to take from us the very air we breathe! Look, Earth government Guards, arrest him! Earth Government is prepared to concede if you will only let me finish! Out! Go! Stop him! Get back to Solos! Stop him! No, I can't open it! Out of my way, Overlord! The box - it's opening! Wait - this is for you! I'll get him, Doctor.
Wait! After him! After him! He must be stopped! Wait! Listen! I've got to talk to you! Listen! Stop him! What are you doing? They will not shoot an Overlord.
But I'm not an Overlord! I've come to help you! Now, you fool! Shoot! No, you can't! I said fire!
Sport to him.
Kill one before he passes out.
Solos - stinking rotten hole.
Can't even breathe - what a planet.
Not long now, soldier.
Should have given them independence years ago.
Look at it! Disgusting mess.
Get rid of it.
Sir.
Make out a report - Mutt found dead as usual.
Stubbs calling Skybase.
Returning shortly.
ETA - forty-two, zero, six.
Have dealt with mutant native alert, area seven.
Mutant tracked and found dead on arrival Cause unknown.
Doctor? Mmm? Are you going to be very much longer? No, nearly finished, Jo.
What are you doing anyway? I'm making a Minimum Inertia Superdrive for Bessie.
Oh.
Well, for your information, it's well past lunch time, and I'm Eh? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Lunch? No.
Bomb? No, nothing so exciting.
Well? It's an assignment.
Well then, it is exciting! No, it's a container of some kind, Jo - from them.
Time Lords? That's right.
Well, aren't you going to open it? Mmm, I'm not allowed to open it.
Huh? Well, I couldn't, even if I wanted to.
No, I'm not meant to.
I couldn't open it, even if I wanted to.
No, it's only meant for one person and/or creature.
And it will only open for one person.
And/or creature? Yeah, that's right.
Yes, I'm just the messenger boy.
Well, can't you just refuse? Well, they only send these things in a real emergency, Jo.
It's top priority - three line whip.
No, no, I've gotta go.
How do you know where to deliver it? I think that has already been decided.
Hang on.
Wait for me.
I'm coming too.
That's out of the question.
It's bound to be dangerous, probably difficult.
All the more reason.
You need me to look after you.
Sorry, Jo, that's a lot of rubbish.
Not this time.
Au revoir! Oh, no you don't! Well? Where are we? It looks a bit like the tradesman's entrance, isn't it? What do you mean? Well, I don't see any red carpet - do you? Doctor, look! We're flying! We're not exactly flying, Jo.
We're in planetary orbit.
We must be on a Skybase One.
This is Skybase One.
A Skybase.
Amazing! Duty personnel to reception and transfer section.
Clear visiting party.
We are expected then.
Next, escort them through bacteriological decontamination hall.
Skybase One - out.
Bacteria what? Well, put less delicately, Jo - delousing! Cheek! Father.
Greetings, Ky.
I knew you would be here, Varan - with your Overlord masters.
And why are you here? I was summoned.
You will attend the conference? The conference? More lies from the Overlords, more promises of freedom.
Yet Ky still came? I came to demand that the Overlords stop murdering our people! The mutants must be rooted out.
They are evil and diseased.
Who tells us that? My eyes tell me.
No, Varan, the Overlords tell you.
They tell you to kill and you kill! My people are warriors.
It is honourable to fight.
Where is the honour in hunting down unarmed creatures?! Their duty, Ky.
They are diseased.
Well, if it is a diseased, what has caused it? Once we were farmers and hunters, the land was green, the rivers ran clear, the air was sweet to breathe! And then the Overlords came, bringing Earth's poisons with them - calling it progress.
We toiled in their mines, we became slaves! Worse than slaves! Liar! Murderer! You have nothing else to hunt, so you hunt your own kind.
So! You've arrived, Ky.
As you see, Overlord.
We come when we are called.
Well, don't just stand there making speeches, get into decontamination.
And the rest of yer! Varan, the Marshal wants to see you.
Alone! Wait.
Mutt! Taking their time, aren't they, Jo? Jo? Jo, where Oh, they you are.
Doctor? Mmm? Are you sure we're in the reception area? Looks more like a broom cupboard.
Where exactly are we - time wise? Don't use expressions like that, Jo, please? Alright - century wise? According to the TARDIS's instrument readings, we are now in the thirtieth century empire.
I see.
What empire? Well, your empire - Earth's empire.
Yes, great colonists - Earthmen - you know, Jo.
Once they'd sacked the solar system, they moved onto pastures new.
Solos is one of them - one of the last.
Do you ever read Gibbon's "Decline and Fall"? No, is it good? Jo, this is like that, you see? No.
Oh, well empires rise and empires fall.
And if this is their idea of a reception, this one has obviously crumbled! Oh, to get out of here, I've obviously got to try and break the circuits.
Ah, Varan? Why has Ky been summoned to this conference? Oh, you've seen him then? He called me murderer.
Me - Varan.
I should have finished with him there and then.
Oh now, Varan, we want no martyrs.
I have other plans for Ky.
You said I would represent my people.
You will be there.
You and Ky.
Now listen The box.
What? The box! Oh yes, of course.
Here, you take it.
Alright.
It's alright.
There's nobody about - come on.
Attention.
Attention.
Computer confirms door malfunction in storage area four.
That's us.
Investigation please.
Yes, I know.
I'm not sure I like being described as a malfunction.
Check.
I repeat: Investigation please.
That's us.
What is it? A door.
Door? All the way over there for a door? Yeah, seems a bit pointless, doesn't it? Ah, leave it.
Leave it till morning.
We have only just got back up here after that Mutt hunt.
Tell you what? What? You won't catch him rushing about tonight.
Who? His Nibs - the Marshal.
You understand? I want a man I can trust and trust absolutely.
All my warriors can be trusted.
They will fight to the death for Varan.
Then you will need this pass.
It is good.
Hmm! I doubt if Ky will think so.
Varan, I shall want to see this man of yours myself.
Now? Afterwards.
The fool! Hello? Hello? Doctor Well, we can't wander around here all night with nobody noticing, now can we? Doctor! Attention.
Attention Door malfunction in storage area three.
Immediate investigation ordered.
Possible emergency - out.
We should have gone the first time - come on.
Oh, we couldn't have known.
Come on! We're in enough trouble already.
Two malfunctions, eh? I don't like the sound of that.
I can't hold it much longer! Well, what is it? I've no idea but whatever it is, it isn't friendly! Away from that door.
Look, you fool! Away from the door! Look at his hand! Stubbs and Cotton investigating malfunction - storage area three.
Mutant native contacted and destroyed.
Two other non-personnel found and held.
Report ends.
Good evening, sir.
Will you please come with us to reception? I assume I have no choice? This way, sir.
"Mutant native", you say? That's right, sir.
Mutt? On my Skybase? How? He was Varan's bodyguard, sir.
Mmm, Varan's bodyguard? Get me a full report at once.
Hold the other two, and get Varan.
I've asked for a full report, Administrator.
I should think so.
What happened to your security arrangements? And why wasn't I informed that Varan was here? Really, Marshal - on the eve of the independence conference? They'll be a full security clampdown.
The Solonians will never know.
As for Varan, he was merely reporting on Ky's activities.
Spying for you, you mean? Oh, all part of security.
Security? Such as we have tonight? Natives and the devil knows who else running amok.
Good heavens, man! We're not at war with the Solonians - we're giving them independence.
Oh, eventually.
Not eventually, Marshal - now.
Total and absolute independence.
We're pulling out.
Pulling out? I take it you've been too busy with security to study the latest reports from Earth? We can't afford an empire any more.
Earth is exhausted, Marshal - finished.
Politically, economically and biologically - finished.
Then why go back? We could keep Skybase on Solos - take over the whole planet.
Out of the question.
Apart from the Solonians themselves, there's the problem of the atmosphere.
Well, they're both problems that can be solved.
Ky's already making political capital out of your "experiments" in that field.
Hmm! The Mutants! Exactly.
There is no proof that my atmospheric experiments have anything at all to do with these mutations.
The Mutts are a menace and must be wiped out.
And that's your alternative to independence? Genocide? Mmm, give them independence, they'll starve out of total incompetence.
Nevertheless, they shall have their independence! Whether they're ready for it or not.
When you summoned this conference, Administrator, I assumed it for your usual line.
Which is? Oh, fob them off with promises, a few minor concessions - it's always worked before.
Well, this time I'm conceding all Ky's demands.
But! We have no choice! We must return to Earth.
But I've put years of my life into this planet! The whole my whole career! Yeah, well, I'm afraid things are going to be a bit tricky for ex-colonial officials.
Still, don't worry, old chap, we'll find you something.
The Bureau of Records, perhaps? Something clerical.
Get me that fool, Varan.
Doctor? What? You can see the planet in daylight now.
Oh, yes, so you can.
It's not like our Earth, is it? It's all grey and misty.
Well, the Earth these people know now, Jo - the thirtieth century empire - is even more grey and misty.
It can't be! Mmm, land and sea alike- all grey.
Grey cities linked by grey highways across grey deserts.
Really? Yeah.
Slag, ash, clinker - the fruits of technology, Jo.
Morning.
Good morning, sir.
I've seen your statements.
What is it you want? As briefly as possible.
We come from Earth.
Who sent you? Overlord centre.
The council, you mean? Yes.
The council has no further interest in Solos.
Well, they certainly had when we left.
Just, er, when did you leave, Doctor? Sometime ago now.
He's lying.
He's got no pass.
Look, this was an emergency.
There have been no shuttles, no departures from Earth, no arrivals on Skybase in weeks.
For goodness sake, does it matter how we got here? They must be from Solos! Let him speak.
Why are you here? This is why.
Jo? Thank you.
Yes, well, obviously it's not for you.
Nor you, it would seem.
Some kind of a joke? Who is it for? What is it anyway? Well, it's a container of some kind, but I must have confess that I Then open it! Can't! Open it! You're wasting your time, Marshal.
This box will only open for the person to whom it was sent.
We shall see.
Stubbs? Sir? Stand back.
Do you see? You must know who it's for? They were found with the Mutt.
They must be saboteurs.
Oh, don't be a fool! If we were saboteurs, that'd be a bomb and thanks to you we'd all be blown to smithereens by now.
Sir, the Solonian delegates are ready for you.
Thank you.
Well, whatever it is, it'll have to wait.
Marshal? Be with you in a moment.
Now, perhaps you'll tell me just what this is really all about.
But he has! What he told you was the truth.
What are you - some sort of special agent for the council? Sent to check on me? If you really want to find out what's in this I shall find out! May I suggest that you take it to the conference.
It could well be for someone there.
Could it? I think there are more important things.
Far more important things.
Stubbs! Sir? Don't let these two out of your sight.
Sir.
Which is he? By the door.
Does he understand the new instructions? He understands.
Is he reliable? He is my son.
Your son? You asked for someone in whom we could trust.
Yes, good Varan.
His Excellency - the Administrator.
Skybase one, Skybase one, this is an Overlord telecast.
Bombastic signature tune, isn't it? Well, it always impresses them on Solos.
Does it really? His Excellency, the Administrator, is about to make his final statement of terms relating to the question of independence in the presence of the Solonian all-peoples union.
What's your view, Stubbs? Independence? Yeah, the sooner the better.
Let's get off and home.
Plenty to sort out there.
Yes, quite so.
Have you got a family back on Earth? Oh, I hope so, Miss.
Do you hear from them very often? Oh, I get reports, you know? The odd video.
No letters? Letters? Mmm.
What the Sorry about that, Stubbs.
Well done, Jo, you did that beautifully.
Pity, he was rather sweet.
Do you think so? Mmm.
Come on, let's go to that conference.
Here, you take that.
Some five hundred years ago, we Earthmen - Overlords, as you call us - arrived on Solos.
Our ancestors, yours and mine, made a solemn treaty - a pact, a bond, an act of friendship Treachery and mutual co-operation between our two peoples.
A bold concept - two different cultures, far apart in terms of development uniting together to create a new society.
A new and richer world.
Now, after five hundred years of Exploitation.
expert scientific and technical aid, we have steered you to the verge of Disaster! to the verge of independence.
Segregation.
Mmm.
This way.
rights and privileges as citizens of empire.
You, the peoples of Solos, have given us much.
And we in return have given you Mutts! a strong and stable system of government.
Freedom now! Despite Freedom now! Despite, I say, recent acts of terrorism, violence Freedom freedom freedom! and subversion.
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only black mark on the history of amicable relations unparalleled throughout the empire! We want freedom and we want it now! Where do you think you're going? Well, to the conference, of course.
Not without a pass.
Sorry, sir.
Pass, what pass? Nobody in without a pass, sir.
Look, all this has been arranged by the Administrator.
Sorry sir, that Mutt - extra security all over.
Look, this thing contains important documents - details of the whole independence agreement, ready for signing.
Open it up, please sir.
What? Can't risk weapons in there, sir.
Now it is my duty to set out the final conditions that Earth Council has laid down! Do you hear that, Varan? Hundreds of years of oppression and slavery! Good friends! I beg you to listen! You pollute the lands we live by! We have no need to quarrel.
Now you want to take from us the very air we breathe! Look, Earth government Guards, arrest him! Earth Government is prepared to concede if you will only let me finish! Out! Go! Stop him! Get back to Solos! Stop him! No, I can't open it! Out of my way, Overlord! The box - it's opening! Wait - this is for you! I'll get him, Doctor.
Wait! After him! After him! He must be stopped! Wait! Listen! I've got to talk to you! Listen! Stop him! What are you doing? They will not shoot an Overlord.
But I'm not an Overlord! I've come to help you! Now, you fool! Shoot! No, you can't! I said fire!