Doctor, we've had a report of a radar contact.
- On a re-entry curve from low orbit? - Yes.
That'll be the Imperial Dalek shuttle craft.
What? They're not landing a spaceship here.
Here? No. They're much too far from the main action.
You're sure?
Whoa!
Ace, get away from the window!
Down!
Advance.
We must capture the Hand of Omega from Renegade Dalek faction.
Proceed to area 2506 immediately.
Right, out of here. Everybody, downstairs.
Is that the mothership? No, that's the shuttle.
The mothership's much larger.
Are you willing to cooperate with me now?
Do I have a choice?
Well, you could go down there and make a gloriously futile gesture, yes.
What do we do?
A little bit of piracy.
- Ace. - Go away.
Ace, I didn't 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. - Shut up.
Ace, I never really wanted to hurt anybody.
It's just you have to protect your own. Keep the outsiders out
just so that your own people can 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...
- Sergeant Smith. - Sir.
Attention!
I'm placing you under close arrest
on suspicion of offences contrary to the Official Secrets Act.
Yes, sir.
Scout seven reporting.
Area 2509 clear.
Under attack!
Retreat.
Squad Delta under heavy fire from Renegade Daleks. Retreat!
Mothership bridge to shuttle force controller.
Receiving your signal.
We must recover the Hand of Omega without delay.
Shuttle force has encountered heavy resistance from Renegade Daleks.
Order special weapons Dalek into position.
- Why are we doing this? - Elementary piracy, my dear Allison.
Dalek shuttles have massive ground defences
and an unguarded service hatch on top.
Now, once I'm down there, I'll attempt to open that hatch.
Ace, you come after, then Gilmore, followed by Allison and Rachel.
Any questions? No. Good.
Emergency! Emergency!
Unable to disengage from control position.
-Humans on the bridge. - I'm not human.
-You are the Doctor. - Yes.
-You are the enemy of the Daleks. - Correct.
You must be extermina...
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.
- It's very functional. - Yes.
They're not known for their aesthetic sense.
Let's see what they were up to.
Ah, the planet Skaro.
So, the Daleks are returning to their ancestral seat.
I think we've seen enough. Time to leave.
Get off the grill.
We'll go back through the playground.
- What about the massive ground defences? - Oh, I've turned those off.
Come on, jump.
-Exterminate! - Exterminate!
Oh, no, don't! Look, I have a message for Ratcliffe.
Understand? A message for Mr Ratcliffe.
You are my prisoner. You will obey all instructions
or you will be exterminated.
You said it, mate.
I rigged the communications relay of the shuttle control system.
We can monitor the Daleks on the transmat in the cellar.
You can't do that. You mashed up the transmat, remember?
I can do anything I like.
Kneel.
Repairs on time controller almost complete.
Good.
Without that thing, they're stuck here.
Someone in possession of that would have something to bargain with.
- For what? Our lives? - Nothing so mundane.
- If we get that, we can demand anything. - You never give up, do you?
- What happened? - Sergeant Smith.
- Is he all right? - No idea. I'm a physicist.
He'll be fine. Rachel and Allison, I need your help.
- Sorry? - He said he needed our help.
That's what I thought he said.
Get your hands off his scalp and come on.
- You all right, Corporal? - Sir.
Come with me. We'll search the building.
Time controller repaired and ready.
Departure imminent.
Destroy human captives.
- No! - No!
- Now. - Run!
Recover the time controller.
When he said he needed our help,
I had hoped it meant more in the technical area.
It was a vain hope.
Ah. You've brought it? Put it down there.
There we are.
Now, Doctor, will you please answer one question?
Yes.
Why are two Dalek factions fighting each other?
- Ace. - Simple, isn't it?
- Renegade Daleks are blobs. - Blobs?
Imperial Daleks are bionic blobs with bits added.
Well, you can tell that Daleks are into racial purity.
So, one lot of Daleks
reckon that the other lot of blobs are too different.
Well, they're mutants, not pure in their blobiness.
- Result? - They hate each other's chromosomes.
- War to the death. - Well, erm...
Ace, let's go and see which blobs are winning, huh?
- Doctor, how do you do that? - Do what?
How do you just rewire a piece of alien machinery?
It's easy when you have 900 years' experience.
Force leader has recovered the Hand of Omega.
Excellent.
Order all forces to make immediate withdrawal.
- It's Mike. - He's got the time controller.
Oh, typical human. You can always count on them to mess things up.
Get after him. Stay with him. See where he's going.
Right.
- Oh, Ace. - What?
No heroics. I've got enough problems already.
Trust me.
Prepare to place the Hand of Omega
into the control circuit.
I obey.
What are you going to do after all this is over?
Retire to Cambridge and write my memoirs.
Professor! - Subject to security vetting, of course.
- The shuttle seems to be leaving. - Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Oh, wicked.
Well, Doctor, are we out of the woods?
Provided everything goes according to my plan.
- Plan? - I, er...
I don't suppose you could let us know what your plan is.
- It's a surprise. - Good. I love surprises.
Prepare for shuttle docking.
Lock the Hand of Omega into the control circuit.
Omega device is now locked in and running.
Hello, hello, hello, Dalek mothership. Come in, please.
Ah! There you are.
This is the Doctor.
President-Elect of the High Council of Time Lords.
Keeper of the legacy of Rassilon,
defender of the laws of time, protector of Gallifrey.
I call upon you to surrender the Hand of Omega
and return to your customary time and place.
Ah, Doctor.
You have changed again.
Your appearance is as inconstant
as your intelligence.
You have confounded me for the last time!
Davros. I should have known.
I see you've 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.
- 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 quite capable of handling the technology.
I sincerely doubt that.
Does it worry you, Doctor,
that with it I will transform Skaro's sun
into a source of unimaginable power?
And with that power at my disposal,
the Daleks shall sweep away Gallifrey
and its impotent quorum 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.
Do not 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 still won't detract
from the basic fundamental truth of your own impotence.
- Careful, Doctor. - Don't worry. I know what I'm 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 of you. Don't use the hand.
Ah, Doctor, now you begin to fear.
-You're making a grave mistake. - Activate the Omega device.
Omega device activated.
Launching close to home planet, Skaro.
Now the Daleks shall become the lords of time.
Entering Skaro time zone.
First stage expansion primary neutrino release.
Full collapse instigated.
Data 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.
Omega device returning.
Impact minus 25.
Do you think I would let you have control of the Hand of Omega?
Do not do this, I beg of you.
-Nothing can stop it now. - Have pity on me.
I have pity for you.
Fifteen... - Goodbye, Davros.
It hasn't been pleasant.
Emperor abandoning bridge.
-Eight, seven, six, five... - Emperor activating escape pod.
-... four, three, two, one... - Escape pod leaving mothership.
What happened?
I programmed the Hand of Omega to fly into Skaro's 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.
- You stay there. - It might be the Doctor.
Put the gun down, Mike. It's too late for that.
Come on, Mike. Who are you gonna shoot with it anyway?
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.
You're trapped, a trillion miles and a thousand years
from a disintegrated home.
-Out of control! - I have defeated you.
You no longer serve any purpose.
Cannot compute. Not stable!
Not stable!
Function impaired. Function impaired...
It's all right.
Don't worry.
It's all over now.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
- Time to leave. - Yes.
- Doctor? - Yes.
We did good, didn't we?
Perhaps.
Time will tell. It always does.