Doctor Who (1963) s22e12 Episode Script

I don't believe it.
What I'd give for a burger.
This is the pits.
With my luck, I'll fall in.
Ugh! Get that.
How do I look? Yuck! More comfortable than I feel.
- This thing I'm wearing's too tight.
- You eat too much.
Hardly.
I've just given my lunch to the fish.
Can't I change into something more comfortable? Certainly not.
Blue is the official colour of mourning on Necros.
- And women's legs are always covered.
- Sounds positively feudal.
It's polite, not to say safer, to honour local customs.
You should know that by now.
- I don't even know this guy we've come to see.
- Guy? Guy?! You are talking about Professor Arthur Stengos.
- One of the finest agronomists in the galaxy.
- I'm sorry.
I'm even more sorry he's dead, but that doesn't change the fact that this is uncomfortable.
What was that? - Do you want me to find out? - No.
Poor old thing.
I've warned you about feeding animals.
That was my lunch.
Well, it's the last time I eat any more of your nut roast rolls.
What else is here? The old voltroxthe occasional speelsnape.
Do theybite? Only each other.
Come on.
You didn't warn me about all this snow.
Lovely, lovely, lovely! Absolutely lovely! - You've excelled yourself, Mr Takis.
- Thank you, Mr Jobel.
This will be the finest perpetual instatement I've ever made, provided the witch doesn't crumble to dust before we bury her.
- Not with you in charge, Mr Jobel.
- What? - That was supposed to be a joke.
- I'm sorry, Mr Jobel.
This one thinks with her knuckles.
I tell you, Takis, after today we'll go down in funerary history.
- Everyone will want our services.
- Let's get the day over with first, Mr Jobel.
Always the cautious one, Takis, but you're absolutely right, of course.
- What do you want? You're under my feet.
- I'm sorry.
Surveillance has picked up the presidential spacecraft.
I hope they're on time.
She's already started to froth.
You know what that leads to.
Thank goodness that the casket is lead-lined.
I want to see you all in fresh tunic and full funerary make-up before the president arrives.
Don't want the poor thing uncertain who the corpse is, do we? - What are you staring at? - You're wasting your time there.
He's not interested in you.
Get on with your work.
This seems to be the only plant that grows here.
Herbabaculum vitae.
Herbabaculum vitae.
- Staff of life! - Right.
Its common name is the weed plant.
Looks familiar.
It's similar in food value to the soya bean plant on Earth.
Can't understand why it hasn't been cultivated.
- For your collection? - Yeah.
When I get back to Earth, I gotta wow the college with something.
My grades certainly won't.
It isersafe to touch? Usually.
What was that? - Some small rodent? - With sharp teeth and rabid saliva? Not on Necros.
Well, at least, not rabies.
Come, my friend, be at peace with the world.
Concentrate.
Concentrate.
There we are.
Nowwhat seems to be the problem? Doctor! Help! Someone help! Just hold on, Doctor! Hold on! Hey there, you guys.
For those of you who are appreciative of the humanoid female form, we have a maiden in distress! Not often we get one of those around here.
Usually this place is as quiet as a grave! But seriously, though, guys, a word of warning.
Remember that although I am playing swinging Sixties sounds, you are in suspended animation, and we don't want a repeat of last time, now, do we? - Remember, over here - Shut the fool up! It is the Doctor.
Excellent.
My lure has worked.
I shall order Daleks to detain him.
No! It will give me the greater pleasure to watch his own curiosity deliver him into my hands! - Impetuous child.
These things kill.
- So do guards.
Why did I ever allow myself to be talked into this folly? - That stuff won't help you.
- I can but try.
I don't know whether my hand shakes from fear or the DTs.
- Are you ready? - If you must.
Onetwothree.
Sensors indicate a disturbance.
Show me! Inform Takis there are bodysnatchers in the catacombs.
Why did you attack us? The disk.
You shouldn't have tried to condition me.
I would've reacted similarly had you attacked me.
In many ways, I think you've done me a favour.
It's not been much funbeing like I am.
You wouldn't think I oncelooked like you.
What happened to you? The Great Healer.
I'm a product of hisexperimentation.
Who is this Great Healer? I killed him .
.
and he forgave me.
Why did he have to be so nice about it? You had no choice.
Come on.
Takis does not respond.
- Get me Kara and find Tasambeker.
- I obey.
I want the intruders caught.
TakisTakis.
TakisTakisTakis.
Ooh, hea-vy! Hey, you guys, we have you-know-what in the building.
Looks like somebody could be in for a sudden defrosting.
But seriously, guys, it's time to cool down the pace.
You know, I think there's nothing more soothing than a dedication or two.
Ye-ah! '' WHITER SHADE OF PALE'' BY PROCOL HARUM) You know, guys, I get as much of a kick out of reading these as I know you do hearing them.
You're both in enough trouble as it is.
There are bodysnatchers in the building.
They must've walked in right under your noses.
- Did you see anyone? - No.
- Did you? - No.
You see? Must've got in another way.
Enjoy yourselves whilst you can.
Meanwhilefind the intruders! Have that woman brought to me.
Rock 'n' roll! Hi there, casket 816! Or should I say, ''Hi, George''? This is the DJ with a very special message for you, my friend.
For you! Get down, I say, get down! Congratulations! And your dear wife, who is still very much alive, would like to send you her fondest and her sincerest love.
Yeah, she still misses you, my man.
She misses you a heck of a lot.
She would also like to reassure you on this special day that her every waking hour is spent administering the research fund which you set up to find a cure for Beck's Syndrome, that oh-so-dreadful disease which took you from her side.
I said get down, get down, yah! So, George, from her heart to your heart, celebrating your long life, it's some good old Fifties Earth-time rock 'n' roll! Yeah! Go for it! # Well, it's one for the money, two for the show # You've got a wife and a half, George.
She found a cure for Beck's Syndrome 40 years ago.
It'd be interesting to know what she's really doing with the money.
Hey there, guys! Hey there, guys! I said, hey, the maiden in distress is a-coming this way! I wonder which one of you lucky fellas she's comin' to see! Don't all answer at once! - Was that thing on guard duty? - So it seems.
It's worse than I thought.
All that's supposed to be in these catacombs are a few thousand stiffs in suspended animation.
There's something else You know them too much, Takis.
Kara is now available.
I shall speak to her.
Ahmy dear Kara.
- This is it.
- Why did I let you talk me into this? - Get on with it.
- Tomb-robbing is one thing.
- But did we have to kill that guard? - I don't want to be here, but my father's there.
Why were the courts unwilling to let me have his body back? Hurry up! - You can't rush this sort of thing.
- Neither can we hang around here! If I open that door too soon, the molecular structure of the body will break down.
Poor old Stengos will turn into a pool of high-protein water! Even if I could reconstitute him, we do not have a suitable vessel into which he could be ladled.
- Excuse me.
- Hurry up and get on with it.
Don't you ever listen? I'm a doctor, not a magician.
You'll kill him.
If we don't succeed, he's already dead.
Now, get the door open! It's all very well, but you already take most of the profits my factories make.
I created the product you manufacture.
I have a right to the money.
I'm well aware of that, Great Healer.
I'd willingly sell the bones of Vogel here to help your cause.
- I would give them willingly.
- See how devoted we are.
But you'd get very little for him and I would be without a secretary.
- Good secretaries are very hard to find.
- I do not wish to hear your prattling.
Forgive me.
II want I need more money.
I cannot complete my researches without it.
We'll do our best.
I'm sure Vogel can engage in some creative accountancy on your behalf.
- I'm a past master at the double entry, madam.
- Then make it triple.
Davros needs the money.
Do not call me by my name on an open channelI Oh, I'm so sorry, Great Healer.
Such is my enthusiasm for your cause, my tongue sometimes speaks what my mind would not dare to think.
- Please accept my apologies.
- I would sooner accept your money.
- Has Orcini arrived? - He has.
Send him in.
If you wish to gossip, there is a rest room provided.
- I'm sorry, Mr Jobel.
- Oh, I might have guessed you'd be here.
- An attendant has been murdered.
- It's a pity it couldn't have been you.
I do wish you'd get used to my sense of humour.
- Sorry, Mr Jobel.
- Why are you going to my preparation room? - That is not the mortuary.
- He's badly damaged.
- He'll require cosmetic embalming.
- Don't you listen? I have the president's wife out there and I can tell you that she iser she is far more active now than she ever was when she was alive.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Jobel.
- I wish you'd stop apologising! - I'm sorry.
- I haven't got time to deal with him.
- Perhaps I could deal with him.
- Beg pardon? I am a third-year student and I've studied your methods very closely.
Where you get under my feet, I I sometimes think too closely.
He certainly is in a mess and I suppose you can't make him look any worse.
- Oh, thank you.
- Get him away from here.
Certainly, Mr Jobel.
Thank you.
Before you start hacking him around, the Great Healer wants to see you.
Though why I should be the messenger boy, II don't know.
You are a fool, Jobel.
I have offered you immortality, but you are content to play with the bodies of the dead.
So you will join the Doctor! You were wrong.
The body is here.
Unwrap it.
As you wish.
Why do I allow myself to get involved in such lunatic situations? You see? They have taken him.
- Hold it! - Run! Fire! - No door.
- This is ridiculous.
- I told you we should've come by Tardis.
- There must be a door.
No door, no letter box.
No letter box, no post.
Your logic's impeccable, but for one thing.
Most of the people in there are dead.
Resting in suspended animation, Peri, not dead.
There is a difference.
Maybe.
But there's still no door.
- Well, only one thing left.
- Go back.
Certainly not.
We go over the top.
- You're joking.
- How do you think I feel? I'm a 900-year-old Time Lord.
Not much dignity in scrambling over a wall like a boy into an orchard on a scrumping spree.
OK.
- But don't drop me.
- Drop you? I'll be lucky if I can lift you, the amount you weigh! Watch it, porky! Oh, no! II'm sorry.
It's all right.
I wouldn't have had it happen for the world.
Forget it.
I rarely use it.
But I know how fond of it you were.
Just don't go on about it.
I shall learn to live without it.
I'll find you a new one.
On Necros? Well, it wouldn't have happened if we'd been able to find a door.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Ooh.
Not down there.
That way takes us deeper underground.
- You should have studied your map closer.
- I stayed up all night studying it.
The lack of alternative exits depressed me.
If you'd studied it with a clearer mind, you'd know there's a service lift to every level.
- Is there? - Come on.
Daleks! - We could try another level.
- There isn't time.
I must contact the others.
Inform Takis.
Reminds me of when I was at medical school.
It's gruesome.
- They're human brains? - Yes.
- Think that thing'll work down here? - I must make contact with the others.
- We won't get out of here alive, will we? - I don't know.
I have this terrible fear I'll die begging for mercy.
- It isn't important at the moment of death.
- It is to me.
- They won't torture us, will they? - You're becoming morbid.
Instant death doesn't bother me, it's the lingering kind I'm worried about.
I'm a doctor.
When they slice me open, I'll know the function of each organ that plops out.
Well, at least you won't die in ignorance.
You were right, this place is gruesome.
A complete head.
Natasha.
Who is he? He's my father.
Natasha.
Now, listen, you guys.
I don't wish to alarm you, but there's some pretty weird things going on out here.
As you know, we have snatchers in the complex, but it gets even creepier when the word is that the snatchers have been out-snatched.
So, if any of you guys are able, lock yourselves in your caskets, snap down those bolts, otherwise you could find yourselves on the outside going whoknowswhere! Suddenly everyone sees and knows too much! My mind has been conditioned to serve a new master.
So you keep saying, but who is this person? - Ican't remember.
- Why not? You remembered who I am.
You are my daughter.
How could I forget that? Whois this with you? A friend.
Why have they done this to you? Ihave to become a Dalek.
We are all to become Daleks.
We are to serve a new order.
We are to become the supreme beings.
- Help me, Natasha! - What can I do? We must multiply.
The seed of the Daleks must be supremeI We must conquer and destroy all those who resist the power of the DaleksI - Kill me, child! - I can't! It is our duty to eradicate all those who wish to pollute the purity of the Dalek race.
If you ever loved me, Natasha, kill me! - Kill me! - Let me do it.
- No! - It is vital the Daleks are supreme in all thingsI I've got to get out of here! Going somewhere? Ahh! - Enough.
- What about those she's killed? I must mark her.
I said, enough.
Take them.
My dear Orcini.
I would have greeted you on your arrival, but a crisis diverted me.
My sincerest apologies.
It is rare for someone in my profession to meet a client on their home territory.
Assassins, like debt collectors, are rarely welcome.
When we are allowed on the premises, it's usually through the side door.
- A philosopher.
How charming.
- I sensed it at once.
I think we shall get on very well.
- Bostock, my squire.
- Lady.
The only philosophy Bostock practises is to do as little about personal hygiene as possible.
And why not? The odour of nature has charms all its own.
My sentiments, Lady.
He may smell rotten, but he's an excellent squire.
- Indeed? - Be seated, gentlemen.
- We prefer to stand.
- Of course.
How foolish.
As men of action, you must be like coiled springs.
Alert, ready to pounce.
Nothing so romantic.
I have an artificial leg with a faulty hydraulic valve.
When seated, the valve is inclined to jam.
One of our engineers could repair it for you.
I prefer the inconvenience.
Constant reminder of my mortality.
- Helps me to keep my mind alert.
- Oh, Vogel, we have a master craftsman here! I feel humbled in his presence.
Oh, no wonder your reputation is like a fanfare through the galaxy! I take little joy from my work.
That, I leave to Bostock.
I prefer the contemplative life.
It isn't easy to find so, to cleanse my conscience, I give what fee I receive to charity.
Such commitment.
You are indeed the man for our cause.
As you must know, our factories are dedicated to producing a high-protein concentrate.
This we sell to developing planets for such a ridiculously low price, it frustrates my accountants.
This has eliminated famine from the galaxy.
- Tastes 'orrible.
- Our scientists are working to improve it.
Indeed.
Everything we do here is to improve the quality of life for others.
If only we could be left to get on with our work, madam.
I know.
As in any paradise, my dear Orcini, there is always a serpent.
And our malignancy is a particularly vile one.
He calls himself the Great Healer.
- I've heard of him.
- A pretentious title for a decidedly evil man.
- Not much of him.
- He holds this planet in a grip of fear.
He bleeds my factories dry with his demands for money.
- His countenance is familiar.
- Then let me put a name to it.
- Davros.
- Davros.
- You know him? - I know him, master.
He sits like a spider at the heart of this planet, using our money to rebuild his disgusting Creatures of hate! Daleks! - Fascinating.
- What a kill Davros would be, master! Like the old days.
A crusade against evil.
Destroy Davros and your name will become a legend for all time! You've no idea how long I've waited for a noble cause, to once again kill for honour and glory! - Then you will do it? - Of course.
There you are, Tranquil Repose.
That doesn't sound very alien.
Well, what did you expect? Something more ethereal.
Tranquil Repose.
Ugh.
Sounds kind ofyuck! The sort of name we'd come up with in the States.
America doesn't have the monopoly on bad taste.
I know that.
It's just the way you talked about your friend.
I didn't expect to find him in a place with such a tacky name.
To be perfectly honest, neither did I.
Stengos wasn't the type to artificially extend his life.
To hang around in the vain hope that someone might find a cure for the breakdown of his body - isn't him at all.
- Now you tell me.
Why didn't you tell me there was a reason we materialised in the middle of nowhere? I was being cautious.
Or would you rather I'd burdened you with what might have been paranoid speculation? - But it wasn't.
- We know that NOW.
When I first heard the news of Stengos's death, I couldn't be certain.
Well, shouldn't we go back to the Tardis? I'd feel safer if we did.
The Tardis is bound to attract attention.
I want to slip in unnoticed.
Now, this is a big day for Tranquil Repose and I don't want anything to go wrong.
The key word is ''respect''.
To you, the president's wife is a stiff, but to him, she's a loved one who has passed on to pastures finer and lusher than those she knew in life.
Although the president has yet to arrive, the utmost decorum and good taste will be shown from this moment on.
Black cotton gloves will be worn at all times and there will be no drinking, swearing or smoking of herbal mixture in the presence of the deceased.
Are you picking your nose? I should hope not.
All necessary conversations will be conducted in a whisper.
And anyone who breaks these rules, inadvertently or deliberately, between now and the president's departure will find themselves scrubbing out the preparation room for the next month with a toothbrush.
Understood? Dismissed.
- Nice.
- Incredibly compact.
- Exquisite.
- Our engineers do wonderful work.
They're like a double act.
What does this box do? - It's a one-way transmitter.
- Bit big.
It has a built-in booster.
Davros's labs are deep in the catacombs.
He hides under a rock and pretends nothing can see him.
Will that help us find Davros or do you want a running commentary? Even with Davros dead, he has his followers.
Like the disciples of any fanatic, they will not give up without a struggle.
The box has a series of buttons.
I will give you a five-digit sequence which will activate the transmitter.
This you must do the moment you enter Davros's lab.
The moment you strike the final button, a signal will be transmitted.
I will then mobilise my forces to eliminate Davros's agents and to take over his base.
No message, no rebellion.
And madam remains safe.
- What if the box is captured? - If it is tampered with, the message will simply melt away.
- Our engineers have thought of everything.
- I don't like it.
Too many safeguards.
- It's as though we're expected to be caught.
- Bostock is a doubter of other people's motives.
His instincts are infallible.
The only time I didn't listen to him, I received this.
Orcini, if we had any doubts about your skill, do you think we'd be having this conversation? It's said you only have to breathe on a victim and he's dead.
I never listen to the foolish things people say about me.
I'm too aware of my own mortality, as should you be.
Of course, but you must appreciate that the safety features are a mere precaution.
No one expects you to fail.
I should have too much to lose if you did.
- That makes sense.
- Yes, but understand.
If at any time I smell treachery, the skill I will use against Davros will be turned against you.
Of course.
Good.
I'm not interested in your political ambitions.
I undertake this mission for one reason only - the honour of killing Davros.
- We shall need maps showing his location.
- All prepared.
- And transport.
- Also arranged.
It can only take you to the edge of Davros's scanners.
The walk will do us good.
You will not hear from us again except as a signal from this.
Which we shall await in eager anticipation.
OrciniI have yet to give you the sequence.
Of course.
Ohthe Great Healer sent for me.
Yes, child.
I have been watching your progress this last few months.
- I am pleased with what I see.
- Thank you, Great Healer.
You have a good attitude to your work and you have apleasing personality.
- Who is your head of department? - Mr Jobel.
Of course.
I shall speak to him.
Tell him, if you are agreeable, of course .
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that I should like you transferred to my personal staff.
- Oh, I should be delighted and honoured.
- Good.
You will find the work very different from that you have been used to, but I'm sure you will not find it unrewarding.
Thank you.
Please me and I can offer you the universe.
Stay with me.
See what goes on here.
I will tell Jobel where you are.
Thank you.
Look! - What was it? - I don't know.
Some sort of machinery.
Whatever it was, it's gone.
- I suggest you take a look behind you.
- Hm? Does it look familiar? I don't believe it.
I just don't believe it.
Why do you keep on about bodysnatching? He was my father! - You should've legally applied for his body.
- I tried.
The law works against you.
It's impossible to get a body back.
So you decided to steal it.
- Let's not go over all that again.
- It is a waste of time.
- Shut your face! - I've had enough of this.
Tell them the truth.
You don't need to.
It's suddenly obvious.
You can't get a body back.
The law-makers don't want you to.
He's right.
For a drunk, he's not so stupid.
- I don't understand.
- There isn't room for them.
The idea of this place doesn't work.
The galaxy can barely support the people alive now.
Not only that, there are a lot of important people here.
Imagine what would happen if they went home.
They'd be in competition with those in power.
- Those who presently make the law.
- That isn't fair! Neither is the fact that you'll be hanged.
Bodysnatching is a capital offence on Necros.
Not when there isn't a body.
Attempting to steal a mannequin can hardly carry a death penalty.
- This one has suddenly woken up.
- There'll be a body.
In how many pieces? The only part of Stengos that exists is his head.
The remains you produce for the court will have to be manufactured.
- That will be difficult to prove.
- I am assuming there will be a trial.
- Due process will be seen to be done.
- I'm delighted, if amazed, to hear it.
- We must maintain our credibility.
- Enough.
- We want the names of your accomplices.
- Oh, really? - You were saying? - Don't tell him.
Liltsoften him up.
I'm going for a walk.
Let me know when he decides to talk.
- Ahh! - Don't! You'll kill him! Ahhh! Ahhh! Hey, you guys, what's going on here? This guy looks like the walking dead.
Hey, which one of you guys is outta your casket? Nono.
Well, don't you like it? It's not a bad likeness.
- This is dreadful.
- Is it? This is the Garden of Fond Memories.
I've managed to arrive after my own death.
- It's not possible.
- In the Tardis it is.
This statue is here of me as I am now.
I shall never again regenerate.
The statue's a joke.
Someone's having you on.
No, I've arrived in my own future -.
.
and I'm dead.
- You can't be.
Look at it this way.
If I were to take you back to Earth after you had died, it would be possible for you to see your own gravestone.
- Well, it's a gag.
- Gag?! Gag? Do you realise how much a thing like that would cost? Far too much for someone to play fun and games.
I thought I was good for a few more regenerations.
Well, if you're gonna die here, what's gonna happen to me? I can't fly the Tardis.
I'd be stuck here.
Unless there's a statue of me here somewhere.
I never thought precognisance of my own death would be so disturbing.
Can't see one.
Doctor, the statue! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!