(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
You are the Doctor! You are an enemy of the Daleks!
Now you are in our power! You will be exterminated!
ALL DALEKS: You will be exterminated! You will be exterminated!
Stop! You mustn't kill him!
-Be silent. - Don't you realise he can help us?
The Doctor is an enemy of the Daleks.
How can he help us?
He is our contact with the guerrillas. He has valuable information.
-You have proof of this? - I know he's working for them.
The manager of 117 has been proved to be a subversive agent.
And the Doctor was trying to contact him when we picked him up.
We will force the truth from him with the mind analysis machine.
But look at him!
You've practically killed him just getting a simple admission of identity.
He'll die before he tells you anything else.
What is your plan?
Let me interrogate him.
Why should you be more successful?
Because I understand human psychology.
I shall be able to gain his confidence.
To put pressure on him through the girl.
By the time I have finished with him,
I shall be able to crush the guerrilla organisation entirely!
Release him.
The Doctor! How is he?
- Come with me. - But...
The Daleks have discovered the secret of time travel.
We have invaded Earth again.
We have changed the pattern of history.
You won't succeed, you know.
The Dalek empire will spread through all planets and all times.
No one can withstand the power of the Daleks!
Take him away.
Now, the control centre is here.
As far as we know, they're being held prisoner in this block here.
And how do we get through?
The disused underground railway of the old city.
There's an exit right by this wall.
- Even as a ruin it has its uses. - Come, time is short.
My dear man, how can I tell you what I don't know myself?
I know the Doctor would help you if he could.
I am trying to help him! I've already saved his life.
Yes, for your own purposes.
Look, if you do not tell me everything that manager knew about these criminals,
where they operate from, what their plans are,
then the Daleks will destroy both of you.
I don't doubt it.
Do you value life so little?
On the contrary, I value it enormously.
The Daleks will kill us whatever we tell you.
Not if you cooperate with them.
As you cooperate with them?
Do you really think that makes any difference?
- They can be reasonable! - Reasonable?
They tolerate you as long as you're useful to them.
I am a senior government official.
You, sir, you, sir, are a traitor!
- You're a Quisling! - Silence!
You do not understand!
Nobody who did not live through those terrible years can understand.
Towards the end of the 20th century, a series of wars broke out.
There was a hundred years of nothing but killing, destruction.
Seven-eighths of the world's population was wiped out.
The rest were living in holes in the ground, starving,
reduced to the level of animals.
So the Daleks saw their opportunity and took over?
There was no power on Earth to stop them.
So, they've turned the Earth into a giant factory,
and all the wealth and minerals were looted and taken to Skaro.
Exactly.
Men who were strong enough, of course, were sent down the mines,
the rest work in factories.
Why? Why are they doing all this?
They need a constant flow of raw materials.
Their empire is expanding.
How did you come to work for them?
They chose a few humans to help them get things going again,
to organise the remaining population.
My family have been Controllers in this area for three generations.
A family of Quislings, eh?
We have helped make things better for the others.
We have gained concessions. I have saved lives!
Wouldn't you have helped more by organising the fight against them?
No one can fight against the Daleks.
That's not what your criminal guerrillas seem to think, is it?
A handful of fanatics?
Most of them have been killed already.
I assure you, there is nothing they can do to change things.
-Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! - Anat, look out!
Come! We must reach the control centre, come!
No! Come! Come!
If you don't give me the information I need,
there is nothing I can do to help you.
For the last time, I tell you I haven't got any information.
And quite frankly, even if I had, I wouldn't give it to you!
- Right, stay where you are! - Guards!
Guards? You have no guards. They're all dead.
- Are you all right? - Yes, thank you.
- All the better for seeing you. - You're coming with us.
No harm must come to these two. Too much depends on them.
- As for you, my friend... - Put that gun down!
There's no point in murdering him.
You don't know how much blood there is on his hands.
Nevertheless, he's not your real enemy.
He's helped the Daleks. He's worked for them!
They would always have found someone.
Now, just leave him.
Right, let's go.
- Sergeant? - We've searched the tunnel, sir.
Then search again, Yates.
We've been through every inch of the tunnel, sir.
Even the Doctor can't vanish into thin air. He must be somewhere.
- Extend the radius of the search. - I'll need some more men, sir.
You can have all you want. From now on, this house is top priority.
"Sir Reginald Styles and other delegates
"arriving by special plane at RAF Manston, at 1800 hours."
- But how do you know this? - Oh, there are books.
Even during the wars, people found time to study, to write about it.
What to you has not yet happened is to us history.
This history of yours, it talks about Sir Reginald Styles?
Oh, yeah, he pretended to be working for peace,
but really he just wanted power for himself.
So the conference he called was just a trick?
He managed to lure the world leaders to a remote country house
and he pretended they needed absolute quiet if the meeting was to succeed.
But then, there was a devastating explosion...
And Styles was killed with the others.
He must have set a bomb and mistimed the charge.
There were accusations, counter-accusations,
and then the wars began. That was the turning point.
But if this true, Sir Reginald Styles must be completely round the bend!
Er, so, you went back into our time
to kill Styles before he could carry out his plan?
Right. We've been fighting the Daleks for years.
But it was hopeless.
Eventually we must lose, so we thought, what else can we do?
We learnt through one of our spies
that the Daleks had succeeded in creating a time machine.
We even managed to steal a copy of the plans, and we built one of our own,
so that we could go back into history to the exact point
where things started to go wrong.
With one action, we could stop them.
Mankind could have a chance to take a new direction!
But even now, the transfer isn't always stable.
People materialised in your time and then just faded away.
The ghost that Styles saw?
Somehow, somehow the Daleks found what we were doing.
And they sent Ogrons back into your time after us and attacked one of our men.
Well, that must have been the man that we saw down by the canal tunnel.
You remember, Jo, the one who vanished from the ambulance?
Yes, we fixed on the tunnel
as a place that was stable in your time and in ours.
We used it as a transfer point. Well, you know the rest.
Yes, well there's... There's one thing I don't quite understand and that is
why were you so keen to rescue us? And believe me, we're grateful, but...
Well, you told us yourself, you're an old enemy of the Daleks.
- Yes? - Then you will help us to beat them.
What do you expect me to do?
Well, you can succeed where we've failed, Doctor.
We want you to go back into your own time and kill Styles.
You're asking me to commit murder!
No! We're asking you to kill one man and prevent millions more dying.
- That is still murder. - Isn't it worth it?
- To save the human race from the Daleks? - Yes, but would it?
We've told you how it happened.
But your history could be wrong, you know.
Now, listen, why don't you send us back to our time?
We know the future now, maybe there are other things we can do?
Monia, we're wasting valuable time! Every minute that goes by...
Doctor, will you help us? It's our only hope.
I still can't believe that Sir Reginald Styles is a ruthless murderer.
Yes, I agree, Jo.
Vain to the point of arrogance, a trifle obstinate, perhaps,
but basically a good man.
So, if it happened, how did it happen?
Any of your people still in our time zone?
- No. - Well, Shura.
He left just to send a message and we never saw nor heard from him again.
We assumed he must be dead.
(GAS HISSING)
Look, why are you so interested in Shura?
- I'm curious, that's all. - Curious? Well, that's funny.
Mark and Boaz got killed to save you and you're curious.
- Anat! - Look, please believe me,
I'm completely with you about the ends. I only disagree as to the means.
All right. What do you want to know?
This mission of yours to the 20th century, what did you take with you?
The usual battle gear, radio, disintegrators...
- Any sabotage equipment? - Only a few charges of Dalekenium.
Dalekenium?
It's a highly effective type of explosive.
We stole the formula from the Daleks.
- Could it destroy a house? - What are you trying to say, Doctor?
Well, don't you see? This has happened before!
What has?
You went back to change history,
but you didn't change anything, you became a part of it.
What are you talking about?
If Styles didn't cause that explosion, somebody else did.
Well, obviously, but who...
Shura!
Isn't that exactly what he would have done?
One last suicidal attempt to carry out his orders?
It's possible, I suppose.
You're trapped in a temporal paradox!
Styles didn't cause that explosion and start the wars,
you did it yourselves!
You have failed the Daleks. The Doctor has escaped.
He will be recaptured. I swear it!
He must be found and destroyed.
He will attempt to return to his own time zone.
If those guerrillas are helping him, they will use the tunnel
and I am setting up an ambush.
If you fail us again, you will pay with your life.
This is your final chance.
I will go and supervise the operations myself.
Is everything ready?
Security forces have covered the whole tunnel.
Don't worry, they won't escape a second time.
Now, you are sure you know how to use this?
Well, it seems simple enough.
Bit too simple for my liking.
Right. We will give you covering fire, just in case.
Good.
JO: Take care.
So it has ended as I said it would.
Did I not tell you it was madness to fight the Daleks?
Is it madness to want to see a world free from their rule?
- It can't be done. - Oh, yes it can.
And I can do it. Are you going to stop me?
Go. I will deal with these criminals myself.
I said go!
If only I could be sure.
You spoke of the war,
of its years of suffering and starvation.
Well, I can prevent all that happening, you know.
You saved my life. You could have let them kill me.
- Go, quickly. - Thank you.
Jo, come here and stand by me.
Sergeant! They're here!
This is Sergeant Benton calling UNIT HQ.
Look, we've found them. Will you get a Jeep over here pronto?
This way, Doctor.
I am sorry. They were too quick for us.
They escaped in the darkness.
You are lying. You have betrayed the Daleks.
No! I told you before,
those security guards are no match for humans.
You are a traitor to the Daleks.
You must be exterminated!
Who knows? I may have helped to exterminate you!
You have proved yourself worthy to be the new Controller,
but be warned,
the Daleks demand total loyalty from those who serve them.
Of course.
We must follow them into the 20th century time zone.
The peace conference must be destroyed.
War must break out.
The Dalek conquest of the planet Earth must not be reversed!
Here in the peaceful heart of England
will soon take place what could be described as
the most important summit conference of this century.
The peaceful atmosphere of this Georgian house
gives little indication of the underlying tension of the occasion,
a desperate, last-minute attempt
to stem the rising tide of international tension
that seems to be moving the great powers
towards the brink of a third world war.
Arriving now is Sir Reginald Styles
who, with his team of government aides,
has been working around the clock to make this meeting possible.
Sir Reginald himself has just returned from an 11th hour meeting in Peking,
where his success in persuading the Chinese leaders
to reconsider their walk-out
gave the first real chance of success to these talks,
talks on which may well depend the fate of the entire world.
- Everything set up, Brigadier? - Yes, sir. Although I still feel...
We won't waste time on the formalities.
We'll just get on with the business as soon as possible.
Look, you're supposed to be in charge of security.
Kindly get on with your job and leave me to get on with mine.
Brigadier! Brigadier, get everybody out of this house at once!
Where the devil have you been?
Never mind all that. Just clear this house immediately!
What's the man talking about?
Do as he says! Look, there isn't much time!
Locate and destroy the peace conference.
Exterminate!
Destroy the human resistance!
Eliminate all humans!
Exterminate!
Look, try and use your intelligence, man, even if you are a politician!
Brigadier, if you can't get this lunatic out of my way...
I know it all sounds incredible, sir,
but the Doctor usually knows what he's talking about.
Arranging this conference was an almost impossible task.
It is no exaggeration to say
that the peace of the world depends on its success.
I will not jeopardise that success now!
Brigadier, get this man and all the delegates out of this area immediately.
Use force if you have to! Jo, you stay here.
- Sir Reginald, please? - No, I will not permit it!
Shura!
Get out of here unless you want to die too!
I must kill Styles to prevent the war!
Shura, listen to me.
Styles and all the delegates are already leaving this house.
You detonate that bomb and you'll be sacrificing yourself for nothing.
Benton calling UNIT HQ, Benton calling UNIT HQ,
we just can't hold them, sir!
Look, Benton, keep them back as long as you can.
Sir Reginald, this house is under attack by a hostile force.
You will please consider yourself under my orders.
- Brigadier, I warn you... - Now be quiet, sir!
- Captain Yates? - Sir.
Get Sir Reginald and all the delegates away from
this area at once. Use the front exit.
- I absolutely refuse! - Sir Reginald, please.
- But my papers, the documents... - They're all here, sir.
Well, I suppose I shall have to agree, but under protest!
This way, Sir Reginald.
Locate and destroy the peace conference!
Doctor! The Daleks, they're coming into the house!
- Daleks? You're lying! - No, she's not.
They've come back to make sure that their version of history isn't changed.
- Is everybody out of the house? - Yes, everyone but us.
Get out of here. Let them come in! Leave them to me!
- No, no! You must come with us! - You don't understand!
That's Dalekenium. It's the only thing that's effective against the Daleks.
Well, couldn't we set a time fuse?
No, this stuff's too unstable. There just isn't time.
This is something that I must do myself. Now, get out!
- Very well. - Out!
Greyhound to Trap One, Greyhound to Trap One,
do you read me? Over. Greyhound to...
Tell your men to fall back. Let the Daleks into the house.
Doctor, are you sure that...
It may not make military sense but it's the only way.
All right. Brigadier to all units.
Let them pass! I say again, let them pass!
Re-group on the main road, out!
Exterminate!
Eliminate all humans. Exterminate!
The human delegates are inside the house.
Enter and destroy.
-Where are the delegates? -Where is the man Styles?
They must be found and exterminated!
Oh, no, not this time.
This time it's going to be different!
Well, what happened?
Your conference has been saved, Sir Reginald.
Now it's up to you and your friends to make sure it's a success.
- You still have a choice. - Don't worry.
We all know what will happen if we fail.
So do we. We've seen it happen, haven't we, Jo?