Doctor Who (1963) s25e01 Episode Script

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet.
We all breathe the same air.
We all cherish our children's future successful and prosperous I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and What's she staring at? Your clothing's a little anachronistic for this time period, and that doesn't help.
Well, it's not my fault this decade's got no street cred.
I mean, look at that kid.
Strange.
Oi, Professor, can we get something to eat now? You're not carrying any nitro-9 explosives in there? -No.
-What do you make of that van? -Don't know.
TV detector van? -No.
Wrong type of aerial.
And for this time period, that's a very sophisticated piece of equipment.
But what's so sophisticated about that rig? I've seen better aerials on a CB.
Professor, I'm hungry.
Lack of food makes me hungry, you know.
Lack of food makes you obstreperous.
Why don't you go and buy some consumables? There's a café down there.
While I undertake a detailed and scientific examination of that van that has so singularly failed to grab your attention.
Right.
-Ace.
-What? -Money.
-Oh.
Thanks.
Service.
Oi, anybody home? -Not like that.
-Like what, then? Like this.
Oi, Harry, customer! -Like that.
-Right.
Coming.
-See, it's easy when you know how.
Oi, give it a rest, Mike.
I had enough of that during the war.
Can I help you, miss? Oh, yeah.
Four bacon sandwiches and a cup of coffee, please.
Four bacon sandwiches, one cup of coffee.
Righty-o.
Five, six.
Seven, eight, it's a doctor She doesn't talk to strangers.
Very wise.
Five, six, seven, eight, it's a doctor at the gate.
You took your time.
Get on the radio and tell the Group Captain I think I've located the The source of magnetic fluctuation, perhaps.
-A rhythmically pulsed fluctuation, yes.
-I thought so.
-Any possibility of natural phenomena? -Not likely.
It's a repeated sequence.
-So it's artificial in origin? -Yes.
-Excuse me? -Yes? -Who are you? -I'm the Doctor.
I'm Rachel.
Professor Rachel Jensen.
How do you do? I'm sure I've heard of you.
Red Four, Red Four, come in, please.
Red Four receiving.
Listen, Group Captain, there's this man What? On my way.
-Eight shillings to the pound, right? -No.
That makes 240 pennies in a pound.
-Where are you from anyway? -Perivale, why? Oh, this is a stupid system.
-Yeah.
Are you from somewhere else? -No.
-So, what's half a crown? -Oh, that's easy.
Sergeant! -Sergeant? The Group Captain said he was under attack.
We have to get moving.
Ace, get in here.
-Matthews is hurt.
-Where are they? At the secondary source, Totters Lane.
-Military.
-All right, sir.
-What's the situation? -Who the devil are you? I'm the Doctor, and this is Ace.
You must be with the military.
-Well, how do you know? -I'm very perceptive.
-Is he with you, Professor? -Yes.
-Smith.
-Sir.
Take the girl and set up a position by Red Six.
Yes, sir.
Come on, Ace.
You'd better come and take a look.
No evidence of tissue damage.
Ah Massive internal displacement.
-What? -His insides were scrambled.
-Very nasty.
-The effect of the blast? No.
A projected energy weapon.
-Projected what? -A death ray? Very succinct.
I presume you've got reinforcements coming.
Any minute now.
This is preposterous.
A death ray.
It's unbelievable.
What a predictable response.
Miss Williams? Allison.
Sergeant, you're here at last.
How's Matthews? He's dead.
Is Blue One responding? What? Blue One, yes.
They'll be here in a minute.
Dead? Are you sure? Whatever fired that weapon's trapped in there.
There's no way out.
-How can you be sure? -I've been here before.
Right, everybody out.
Come on, quickly.
Move it.
Move it.
Attention.
Stand at ease.
Right, now the situation is this.
We have an armed hostile pegged up in that lean-to shed.
I want the squad to cover the entrance.
No firing unless I give the command.
-Is that understood? -Yes, sir.
Remember, he's armed and hostile, so keep under cover as much as possible.
-Sergeant.
-Sir.
Detail some men to clear these civilians.
Yes, sir.
You two, please come down with me, and we'll sort this lot out.
Now if we could have you all back as far as possible, please.
Thank you, madam.
There's nothing to be seen here at all.
Smith, take two men and get Matthews out of here.
Yes, sir.
You two, fall out and follow me.
I don't think you realise what you're dealing with here.
Doctor, I assure you, these men are hand-picked.
They can deal with anything, provided they can see it.
Right, men, take up positions.
Take his arms.
Move him back to the truck.
Get down.
Covering fire now.
Cease firing.
Get down.
-What was it? -That was your death ray.
I know that, but how? To transmit focused energy at that level, it's incredible.
It's Yes? It's beyond the realm of current technology.
If we can save the science lecture for a less precipitous moment.
Now, perhaps, Doctor, you could tell me what is going on.
You must pull your men back now.
It's our only chance.
It's preposterous.
We can't disengage now.
Whatever is in there, my men can handle it.
Sergeant.
-Listen to me, Brigadier.
-Group Captain.
Group Captain Gilmore.
Nothing you possess will be effective against what's in there.
-Sir? -Three men, rifle grenades.
Even spread, left, right and centre.
-Fire on my command.
-Yes, sir.
Captain, you're not dealing with human beings here.
What am I dealing with, little green men? No.
Little green blobs in bonded polycarbide armour.
Grenades are ready, sir.
Group Captain Gilmore.
Fire.
-Humans.
-Fire! That's some serious hardware.
Did you see that, Professor? Unsophisticated, but impressive.
-Smith.
-Sir.
Get on the radio, call up Blue Four and Six.
Tell Four to pick up an ambulance on the way.
Yes, sir.
It doesn't matter how many men you get here.
-It isn't going to make any difference.
-Doctor, my men have just put three high-explosive grenades into a confined area.
Nothing even remotely human could have survived that.
That's the point, Group Captain.
It isn't even remotely human.
Blue Four, Blue Four, this is Red Six.
Come in, please.
-Red Six receiving.
-Blue Four.
Group Captain Gilmore requests that you pick up an ambulance and proceed to Bravo Delta.
Cease firing! Cease firing! Wait for a target.
Fire! Aim for the eyepiece! Ace, give me some of that nitro-9 that you're not carrying.
Quickly.
-And another.
-This one looks canned.
I should hope so, too.
How long, the fuse? -Ten seconds.
-That's long enough.
When I tell you, head for the entrance and take the girl with you.
-Then what? -I'll meet you back at HQ.
Go now, Rachel! Oi, Dalek.
It's me, the Doctor.
What's the matter? Don't you recognise your mortal enemy? Three, four, five, six -Smith.
-Doctor! -Ace, you said 10 seconds.
-Nobody's perfect, Professor.
-Are you all right? -Yes, of course I am.
-Can you drive? -Why? Good, I thought so.
Get in there.
I want an emergency team here at the double.
Put a guard on that thing.
Inform command HQ we'll be returning there at once.
And I want a weapons team at the Coal Hill School.
-Sir.
-And, Smith -I want them armed with ATRs.
-Yes, sir.
-It has an organic content.
-Or an occupant.
What the devil is it? A Dalek.
The only trouble is, it's the wrong Dalek.
-Would the right one be better or worse? -Guess.
-Choke.
-No, thanks.
Oh, thank you.
-What do you think you're doing? -Borrowing your van.
-These Dayleks -Daleks.
Or Daleks, where are they from? They're from Skaro, at least originally.
They're the mutated remains of a species called the Kaleds.
-Left here.
-When were they left here? -No.
Turn left here.
-Oh, right.
-No, left! You've missed the turning.
-What turn? Where? Why don't you concentrate on where you're going? I'm doing the best I can.
If you don't like it, you drive.
The Kaleds were at war with the Thals.
They had a dirty nuclear war.
The resulting mutations were then accelerated by the chief scientist, Davros.
What he created, he then placed in a metal war machine.
And that's how the Daleks came about.
So that metal thing had a creature inside controlling it? Exactly, and ever since the Daleks were created, they've tried to conquer and enslave as much of the universe as they get their grubby little protuberances on.
-And now they want to conquer the Earth.
-Nothing so mundane.
They conquer the Earth in the 22nd century.
No.
They want the Hand of Omega.
-What's that? -One thing at a time, Ace.
-Sir? -Yes, Sergeant.
What is it? -Who is this man? -Sorry, sir.
This is Mr Ratcliffe.
He's brought some of his men.
I think they can be of some use to us.
-You do, do you? Mr Ratcliffe.
-Pleased to meet you, sir.
What do you think we should do? You're the chief scientific adviser.
It's your decision.
Before I make any suggestions, I want to catch up with the Doctor.
Who is he anyway? Someone who knows a lot more about Daleks than we do.
When I get hold of him, I'm going to get some answers out of him or -Or what? -I'll set you onto him.
Ah.
-Good afternoon.
-And you would be -The Doctor, and you? -I'm the Headmaster here.
Doctor, eh? Well, you're a bit overqualified for the position, but if you would like to leave your particulars and references.
References? You are here for the job as school caretaker? Oh, no.
We're here for a completely different reason.
Oh.
What can I do for you, then? We'd like to look round your school, if you don't mind.
I'm afraid that's out of the question.
We've got reason to believe there's a great evil at work somewhere in this school.
You'll have to be a bit more specific, Doctor.
But I don't think it would do any harm if you were to have just a quick look round.
-Thank you.
-My pleasure.
-Smith.
-Sir.
Are the anti-tank rockets being issued? They're being taken direct to their positions, sir.
An additional consignment is going to the school.
Good.
Any news of the Doctor's whereabouts? Red Four's been seen in the Coal Hill area, sir.
They must be heading back to the school.
-What is happening about the Dalek? -Don't worry.
It's under guard.
It's safe.
Now get the tarpaulin over it.
Come on, lads.
Let's see you move.
Right, let's go.
You were expecting these Daleks, weren't you? Yes.
They're following me.
I wouldn't be so pleased if I had a bunch of Daleks on my case.
You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies.
Come and have a look at this.
-What do you make of that? -It's a playground.
The burn marks.
See them? Well? Landing pattern of some kind of spacecraft, isn't it? Very good.
But this is Earth, 1963.
Well, someone would have noticed.
I'd have heard about it.
Do you remember the Zygon Gambit with the Loch Ness Monster? -Or the yetis in the Underground? -The what? Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.
If the Daleks are following you, what are they after? When I was here before, I left something behind.
-You mean the Hand of Omega? -Yes.
-What is the Hand of Omega? -Something very dangerous.
Report.
My men have recovered the machine.
The Doctor is cooperating with the military.
That is to be expected.
I must be informed of his movements.
Yes, yes, we have our contacts.
I shall see that he's followed.
-That Dalek machine.
-Yes? I should like to know exactly what it is.
A machine.
A tool.
Nothing more.
-What are we looking for? -Shh.
Whoever it was landed their spaceship in the playground.
-And that would be? -More Daleks.
Oh, great.
I thought it might be something really nasty.
-Ah.
The cellar, could be down there.
-Why the cellar? Good place to put things, cellars.
-I wish I had some more nitro-9.
-So do I.
What are you expecting to find down here, anyway? -The unknown.
-Oh, isn't that a bit dangerous? Probably, but then if I knew what was down here, I wouldn't have to look.
-This is some severe technology.
-Yes, very elegant.
Very advanced.
-Flux circuitry elements.
-What is it? It's a transmat, a matter transmitter.
But transmitting from where? -Within about 300 kilometres.
-Professor? -Professor, something's activated it.
-Very likely.
There's an automatic activator.
What? You're right.
Something is beginning to come through.
-It's another Dalek.
-Excellent.
-Will this one be friendly? -I sincerely doubt that.
Let's see now.
If we can adjust the transmitter -to de-phase at the critical point -Doctor.
Any moment now.
Quick, down.
The controls have gone dead.
Yes.
The de-phase must have caused an overload.
What did you do to it? Well, I persuaded one half of the Dalek to materialise where its other half was materialising.
And the two halves tried to coexist at the same point.
The resulting reaction destroyed it.
Dangerous things, transmats.
So no more Daleks can be transported through here? Well, it'll slow them down a bit until the operator can repair the systems.
-The operator? -Yes.
The Daleks usually leave an operator on station in case of any malfunctions.
And that would be another Dalek? Yes.
-Stay where you are.
Do not move.
-The stairs! Oh, sorry.
Ace, Ace, open the door! Hurry, open You are the Doctor.
You are the enemy of the Daleks.
You will be exterminated.
Exterminate.
Exterminate.
Exterminate.
Exterminate.
Exterminate.