DAY
OF THE
DALEKS
BY
LOUIS MARKS
EPISODE THREE
1: EXT. AUDERLY HOUSE
(The DOCTOR climbs in the seat of the jeep vacated by the driver and sets off at speed. The BRIGADIER calls after him...)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Doctor, come back at once!
(He gives a rueful shake of the head.)
2: EXT. TUNNEL AREA
(The jeep crashes through the undergrowth and arrives at the bridge. The DOCTOR gets out and runs through a gap in a chainlink fence, down the canal side and into the tunnel.)
3: INT. TUNNEL
(He pauses within the brick-lined passageway. As he looks round, he hears the sound of materialisation from one of the time travel machines. A DALEK fades into view in a side tunnel and he looks once more upon the form of his greatest enemies. He reacts instantly and looking round quickly, runs at full pace further down the tunnel.)
4: INT. ANOTHER PART OF THE TUNNEL
(Two DALEKS glide from opposite directions and turn down the same side tunnel.)
5: INT. ANOTHER PART OF THE TUNNEL
(The DOCTOR runs down another brick passageway. He reaches an intersection, stops and looks urgently round. ANAT and BOAZ stand there, the latter's hands round one of their time machines which he is about to operate. BOAZ sees the DOCTOR.)
BOAZ: Get back! Get back!
DOCTOR: Please! Wait! I've got to talk to you!
ANAT: Keep away!
(She suddenly gasps and looks in horror over the DOCTOR'S shoulder. He looks behind him and sees that a DALEK is a few feet away.)
DALEK: Exterminate!
BOAZ: __ or you'll be caught in the time field!
(The familiar light patterns emanate from the machine and the DOCTOR and the two guerillas fade from existence leaving the DALEK by itself.)
6: VORTEX
(The three travellers spin in the light-filled vortex...)
7: INT. TUNNEL
(...and rematerialise in what appears to be the same tunnel but missing the watching DALEK. Both the DOCTOR and ANAT seem slightly disorientated by the journey.)
BOAZ: We warned you.
DOCTOR: (Quietly.) Yes, yes, so you did.
ANAT: This may come as a shock to you, but you've just travelled two hundred years through time.
DOCTOR: Thank you. But I'm probably more familiar with the concept of time travel than you are.
(BOAZ turns to leave but the DOCTOR stops him.)
DOCTOR: Now wait a minute. Before the time transference, I saw a Dalek.
BOAZ: You know of the Daleks?
DOCTOR: Indeed I do. I know them only too well. They've been my bitterest enemy for many years.
BOAZ: (Curtly.) Then you're a fool to have let yourself be brought here!
DOCTOR: (Impatiently.) Look, I came here in order to find Miss Jo Grant.
ANAT: I told you, she's probably dead.
DOCTOR: But as long as there's a chance...
BOAZ: (Interrupting.) Come on, Anat.
(He turns to leave but is once more stopped by the DOCTOR.)
DOCTOR: Wait a minute - what is my best way of finding her?
BOAZ: That's your problem.
ANAT: We can't just leave him!
BOAZ: I can - come!
(Before he can take many paces, a whistling tone fills the tunnel and approaching footsteps are heard. In the distance, a phalanx of OGRONS run towards them through the darkness.)
ANAT: Run, Doctor - run!
(The guerillas run one way while the DOCTOR darts down a side tunnel. Two OGRONS run past him.)
8: INT. ANOTHER PART OF THE TUNNEL
(The DOCTOR again finds himself running down a brick tunnel. Once more, he dodges into a side passage. Another pursuing OGRON runs past. In the side tunnel, the DOCTOR presses himself against the wall and listens to the receding footsteps. He is about to move off when he looks round a sees a metal ladder nearby which goes upwards. The tunnels echo to more footsteps as the DOCTOR starts to ascend the ladder.)
9: EXT. WASTELAND
(A flat trapdoor in the ground opens upon a scrub-filled wasteland and the DOCTOR climbs out looking at the desolation around him. Whatever buildings once stood here are now small ruins and nature has reclaimed the area as its own. The area is filled with weeds and overgrowth. There is near silence. After a moment, he sets off in no particular direction.)
10: INT. TUNNEL
(Down below, two OGRONS run up through the darkness to a waiting DALEK.)
FIRST DALEK: Have you...found them?
OGRON: No, they escaped.
(A SECOND DALEK glides up behind them.)
FIRST DALEK: Hunt them! Exterminate them!
DALEKS: Exterminate them! Exterminate them! Ext...!
11: EXT. WASTELAND
(The DOCTOR is walking through the wasteland when he hears the noise of steps in unison behind him. He ducks behind a low ruined wall and watches from hiding as a troop of OGRONS march past. Seeing them go, he stands up from his hiding place and looks towards the direction they came from. He sees a number of white, featureless, high-rise buildings. He moves off towards them.)
12: INT. DALEKS' CHAMBER
(The curved metal entrance door to the DALEKS' chamber rises upwards and the CONTROLLER walks in. His manner is restrained and nervous as the CHIEF DALEK and two grey DALEKS glide up and surround him.)
CHIEF DALEK: Report!
CONTROLLER: The security guards have combed the tunnels. They've found nothing.
CHIEF DALEK: You have failed the Daleks! You will be punished!
CONTROLLER: The fault is not mine! Your security guards let them get away. Those creatures are useless!
FIRST DALEK: They are loyal to the Daleks.
CONTROLLER: As loyal as they are stupid! They will never be a match for human guerillas.
FIRST DALEK: No one can succeed who opposes the Daleks.
CONTROLLER: For every guerilla cell that you destroy, another one springs up. They have stolen your time machines and copied them. They steal your weapons, your explosives.
CHIEF DALEK: These criminals will be exterminated. The Daleks will destroy them.
CONTROLLER: If only you would let me recruit more human security guards...
CHIEF DALEK: (Interrupting.) Humans are treacherous and unreliable!
CONTROLLER: Not all humans. I have served you faithfully.
(The CHIEF DALEK hovers furiously on the spot.)
CHIEF DALEK: Do not dispute with the Daleks! Obey without question!
CONTROLLER: Very well. There was one...curious thing. The girl referred to a companion in her own time zone. She called him... "the Doctor".
(The FIRST DALEK has a note of fear in its voice...)
FIRST DALEK: Doctor?! Did you say "Doctor"?!
CONTROLLER: He appears to have got through to our time. He was seen by the guards.
CHIEF DALEK: The Doctor is an enemy of the Daleks! He must be found at once and exterminated!
13: EXT. WASTELAND
(The DOCTOR makes his way towards the scrub, ever nearer to his destination. He hesitates momentarily and then walks on, passing a remote-controlled camera on a pole. It swings round and follows his movements.)
14: CAMERA IMAGE
(The DOCTOR is seen on the camera's output to approach a concrete-walled building. He is seen to examine a large squared entrance that itself looks like a continuation of the concrete wall. He examines the outer edges of the entrance and, after a moment, the wall moves inwards, allowing him to enter.)
15: INT. CONTROL ROOM
(Instantly an alarm sounds to ring out across the control room as one of the female technicians hovers her hands over her control panel.)
DALEK: (Over tannoy.) Alert! Alert! Area one-one-seven!
(She then takes a slip of paper to the senior TECHNICIAN.)
GIRL TECHNICIAN: Continue scanning.
(The first technician silent returns to her post.)
16: INT. DALEKS' CHAMBER
(The CONTROLLER passes on the report to his masters...)
CONTROLLER: All forces are on full alert. I can assure you that we will secure his arrest at any moment now. I will go myself and supervise the search.
(He turns to leave.)
CHIEF DALEK: Wait!
(The CONTROLLER halts.)
CHIEF DALEK: You have not been dismissed. There has been a drop in recent production figures.
CONTROLLER: That can be explained.
CHIEF DALEK: Explanations are irrelevant. Production targets must be maintained.
CONTROLLER: We will reach the targets on the next work period.
CHIEF DALEK: For the next work period, target figures will be increased by ten percent.
(For a moment the CONTROLLER is stunned, then...)
CONTROLLER: But that's impossible! If we push the workers any further, they will die!
FIRST DALEK: Only the weak will die. Inefficient workers slow down production. Obey the Daleks.
(The CONTROLLER recovers his composure.)
CONTROLLER: Very well. We will do our best.
CHIEF DALEK: You may go.
(He walks out and into the control room.)
17: INT. CONTROL ROOM
(There his nerves overtake him once more and he stands for a moment, nervously chewing his lip. Behind him, the entrance panel to the DALEKS' chamber glides down. The CONTROLLER walks up to the waiting GIRL TECHNICIAN.)
CONTROLLER: Well?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: We have a tracking report on that stranger.
CONTROLLER: The Doctor?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: He has managed to penetrate the outer perimeter of work centre one-one-seven.
(She hands him a series of report cards.)
CONTROLLER: Have the guards there been alerted?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: Yes, they'll pick him up once he's inside.
(The CONTROLLER thinks for a moment.)
CONTROLLER: I want the work figures for centre one-one-seven kept separate from general analysis. I want to take a special look at them.
GIRL TECHNICIAN: Is there something wrong there?
CONTROLLER: Perhaps...I want the work figures for all the factories in the central zone fed into the work computer - the results tabulated for me immediately.
GIRL TECHNICIAN: Very good.
CONTROLLER: See I get those figures.
(He walks off, watched by the TECHNICIAN.)
18: EXT. WASTELAND
(A blond male moustached guerilla - MONIA - walks through the wasteland and approaches a series of ruined brick buildings. His gun is constantly raised and he looks round warily. Satisfied that he is not being watched, he enters one of the buildings.)
19: INT. GUERILLA CELLAR
(He walks down a stairwell and into a darkened bleak cellar. There ANAT and BOAZ are arguing between themselves as they nervously smoke cigarettes. They fail to notice the arrival of MONIA.)
BOAZ: Don't gloss over it, Anat, we failed!
ANAT: We had no choice once our plan was known to them.
BOAZ: If you'd listened to me, we still could have done what was needed.
ANAT: We did all we could!
(ANAT suddenly spots the new arrival on the stairs.)
ANAT: Monia, our orders were to eliminate Styles, right?
MONIA: Yes, but you failed.
BOAZ: We could have succeeded.
MONIA: Then why didn't you?
ANAT: He wasn't there! Security guards found us.
BOAZ: (Sneering.) But Anat went soft.
MONIA: Be quiet.
ANAT: (To BOAZ, angrily.) The trouble with you, Boaz is...
MONIA: (Interrupts.) Both of you! We have to think now. The situation is different.
BOAZ: As I see it, it's exactly the same - we still have a job to do.
MONIA: No. There may be other ways. I've had a report from one of our contacts. A girl has been captured. They're holding her prisoner at the control centre.
ANAT: The same girl - the one who operated the time module at Styles' house?
MONIA: It fits your description.
ANAT: Well, at least she's alive.
BOAZ: In the hands of the Daleks? She won't live long.
MONIA: Can she tell them anything?
BOAZ: Nothing of importance. Have they picked up that Doctor yet?
MONIA: Not yet. It's only a matter of time.
20: INT. WORK CENTRE
(A procession of emaciated, ragged men and women carry containers of gravel and tip it into a skip under the cries of a GUARD.)
GUARD AT WORK CENTRE: Move! Move! Come along there, you scum!
(The DOCTOR rounds a corner and seemingly unseen, watches the proceedings with a grim look on his face.)
GUARD AT WORK CENTRE: Move! Come along there, move! Move! Go on!
(Having seen enough he turns to leave but sees two more guards heading in his direction. He turns the other way but runs straight into an OGRON. The creature clubs him to the ground.)
21: INT. CONTROL CENTRE GUEST SUITE
(The CONTROLLER and JO sit cross-legged on large cushions on the floor of a brightly lit guest suite. Its walls are metallic and the design is, like elsewhere in the centre, futuristic and functional. The CONTROLLER passes JO a plastic container full of fruit, mainly grapes.)
CONTROLLER: Some more grapes, Miss Grant?
JO: (Smiles.) No thanks, really I couldn't. That was a fabulous meal.
CONTROLLER: Oh, it was just a light snack, I assure you. Now later on, I have a real treat in store for you - a banquet of genuine twentieth century food. Because I'm afraid most people don't eat like this nowadays. We've managed to get down the main food elements to pills and tablets.
JO: (Hesitantly.) Look, I don't want to seem ungrateful...
CONTROLLER: Something's worrying you?
JO: Well, you did say you might be able to get me back - to my own time, I mean.
CONTROLLER: Our scientists are working at it, but time travel is a very difficult, it's a very dangerous business, you know?
JO: The guerilla's machine got me here easily enough.
CONTROLLER: That was a lucky fluke, I assure you, nothing else. You could just as easily been killed.
JO: Then what about the Doctor? You did say something about rescuing him.
CONTROLLER: There is something I have not told you.
JO: (Alarmed.) About the Doctor? Look, is anything wrong?
CONTROLLER: He has been seen in our time zone...with the criminals who attacked you. Doubtless they kidnapped him.
JO: Where is he now?
CONTROLLER: Oh, don't worry. We're on his track. I expect news of him at any moment now.
JO: Can I help you find him?
CONTROLLER: Unfortunately no. You have to stay here for your own safety.
JO: (Puzzled.) My safety?
CONTROLLER: If those criminals saw you here, they might think that you had betrayed them, and in any case...they would try and harm you.
(JO looks over to the entrance where a burly guard stands on duty.)
JO: Is that why there's a guard on the door?
CONTROLLER: Exactly. He is there simply for your protection.
(The GIRL TECHNICIAN enters the room with a report card in her hand.)
CONTROLLER: (To JO.) If you will excuse me a moment?
(He gets up and walks over to the GIRL TECHNICIAN.)
CONTROLLER: Well?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: A message, sir.
(She hands him the card. JO watches anxiously as he reads it. He then turns and smiles warmly at her.)
CONTROLLER: I have good news for you. We have found your friend, the Doctor.
JO: Is he all right?
CONTROLLER: Don't worry. I can assure you he is alive...and well.
22: INT. CENTRAL CONTROL INTERROGATION ROOM
(But that is far from the case. An near unconscious DOCTOR, stripped of his jacket, is hauled across the barred room by two OGRONS and dumped into a chair. The DOCTOR'S eyes open and the SENIOR GUARD, stood to one side with a whip in his hand, speaks up.)
SENIOR GUARD: Well? Perhaps now you'll tell us who you are?
(The DOCTOR recovers his breath.)
DOCTOR: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
SENIOR GUARD: You're a spy!
DOCTOR: Am I? Who am I spying for?
(The GUARD steps forward and stands over him.)
SENIOR GUARD: I'm asking the questions. I repeat - you're a spy!
DOCTOR: That wasn't a question - that was a statement.
SENIOR GUARD: Careful - our friends here don't get much fun.
(The DOCTOR glances at the OGRONS.)
DOCTOR: Poor fellahs. I'm sorry I can't oblige them at the moment. I'm not in the mood for games.
SENIOR GUARD: All right!
(He places the whip on the DOCTOR'S shoulder and then under his chin.)
SENIOR GUARD: I want to know what you're doing here.
(The DOCTOR loses his temper and smartly pushes the whip away.)
DOCTOR: I've already told you what I'm doing here. I'm looking for a girl called Jo Grant!
(An electronic buzzing is heard in the room.)
SENIOR GUARD: Who's she? Another spy?
DOCTOR: Don't be stupid, man!
(The buzzing comes from a wall panel which glides upwards into the ceiling. A pudgy middle-aged cold-faced man dressed in a light grey tunic stands beyond the panel.)
MANAGER: Well?
SENIOR GUARD: He's not exactly being cooperative.
MANAGER: Isn't he? That's very foolish of him. Have you told him what will happen if he doesn't cooperate?
SENIOR GUARD: I've even given him a free sample.
MANAGER: Don't worry - leave him to me. I know how to deal with his sort.
(The GUARD approaches the MANAGER.)
SENIOR GUARD: I only need a bit more time.
MANAGER: Out!
SENIOR GUARD: (Smiles.) All right...but we'll be outside if you need us. (To the OGRONS.) Come.
(The three walk out and the MANAGER approaches the DOCTOR as the panel slides shut again. He stands look coldly down on the prisoner as the panel reaches the floor but once it has done so, his whole manner changes and he leans forward and whispers conspiratorially to the DOCTOR.)
MANAGER: Which group are you from?!
DOCTOR: (Puzzled.) What?
MANAGER: Quick - we haven't much time! Who sent you?
DOCTOR: Look, nobody sent me. I'm not a spy or a guerilla. I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.
MANAGER: For heaven's sake man, I'm trying to help you!
(The panel starts to rise again and once more the MANAGERS attitude and manner undergoes a transformation. He stands back up and starts shouting at the DOCTOR as the CONTROLLER enters the room.)
MANAGER: Admit it! You're a spy!
CONTROLLER: Is this the man?
MANAGER: Yes, Controller.
CONTROLLER: (Silkily.) Then why is he being treated in this fashion? (To the DOCTOR, effusively.) My dear Doctor, I cannot apologise enough! I am the Controller of this region. You're a very elusive fellow, you know? I've had quite a job in tracking you down.
(A very confused DOCTOR stands up.)
DOCTOR: Then I'm glad you finally succeeded!
CONTROLLER: I've been looking forward to meeting you. You are an honoured guest of our government.
DOCTOR: You surprise me.
CONTROLLER: I'm sorry if the Ogrons were a little...uncivilised. It was all a misunderstanding, I do assure you. The whole thing has been sorted out now.
(He looks over to the guard from the guest suite who stands waiting to one side.)
CONTROLLER: Now, make sure that the Doctor is taken immediately to the guest room at regional control.
DOCTOR: Frankly, I don't know whether I can stand much more of your hospitality!
CONTROLLER: A very great friend of yours is waiting for you there.
DOCTOR: Miss Grant?
CONTROLLER: Yes.
DOCTOR: Is she safe?
CONTROLLER: Of course. Looking forward to seeing you. I shall follow later.
(He looks over at the guard and as he does so the MANAGER gives a small shake of his head at a questioning DOCTOR.)
CONTROLLER: In the meantime, the guards will take good care of you. Please?
(He gestures and the DOCTOR walks out, followed by the guard. A puzzled MANAGER approaches the CONTROLLER.)
MANAGER: What's going on? Who was he?
CONTROLLER: That is no concern of yours.
MANAGER: As you wish, Controller.
CONTROLLER: What does concern you, however, is the production quota for this factory.
MANAGER: There have been difficulties. The workers are...
CONTROLLER: (Interrupting.) Your production figures have been consistently lower than any other factory in the central zone.
MANAGER: I'm sorry. Things will improve - I promise.
CONTROLLER: Indeed they will. For the next work period, targets are to be raised...by ten percent.
(The MANAGER'S incredulous reaction is that same as that of the CONTROLLER earlier.)
MANAGER: That's impossible! I can't do it!
CONTROLLER: Then I shall just have to find someone who can, shan't I? And you know what that will mean, don't you? To you...and to your family.
MANAGER: Please, I...I didn't mean it, I...I'll do it somehow.
CONTROLLER: (Smiles.) Good. We'll just regard this as a...friendly warning, shall we?
MANAGER: Thank you, Controller. You're very kind.
(The CONTROLLER walks out and the wall panel descends again. As soon as he is gone, the MANAGER opens up a small grey box on a nearby table and takes a small hand-held radio out. He speaks into it...)
MANAGER: (Into radio.) ZV ten to Eagle, ZV ten to Eagle, do you connect?
MONIA: (OOV: Over radio.) We connect - proceed.
23: INT. GUERILLA BASE
(MONIA listens on a similar radio as ANAT listens.)
MANAGER: (OOV: Over radio.) Time's short. They're getting suspicious. A man was here. A stranger, caught on the grounds.
MONIA: (Into radio.) Identify.
MANAGER: (OOV: Over radio.) High intelligence. They call him Doctor.
(ANAT and MONIA react with surprise.)
MANAGER: (OOV: Over radio.) I don't know who he is, but he's important. They're taking him to the guest suite at control.
MONIA: (Into radio.) Do you know why he's important?
24: INT. CENTRAL CONTROL INTERROGATION ROOM
MANAGER: (Into radio.) No. Check your source at control point...
(The MANAGER is interrupted as a huge hairy arm clamps down on his shoulder. He spins round and sees that he is face to face with an OGRON. Like the DOCTOR before him, he is clubbed to the ground. The OGRON walks out as MONIA'S voice continues to come out of the dropped radio.)
MONIA: (OOV: Over radio.) ZV ten? ZV ten, do you connect? ZV...
25: INT. GUERILLA BASE
MONIA: (Into radio.) ...ten?
(He gives up.)
26: INT. CONTROL CENTRE GUEST SUITE
(His jacket back on, the DOCTOR reclines on a cushion with a plastic glass in his hand. A girl technician holds out a large frosted glass beaker for a re-fill. The CONTROLLER sits between the DOCTOR and JO.)
CONTROLLER: Some more wine, Doctor?
DOCTOR: No, thank you, no, not for me. Though I must admit, it's an excellent vintage. Well, it's the finest I've tasted since, erm, well, since we had dinner at old Styles' house. Do you remember, Jo?
JO: (Wistfully.) It seems a long time ago.
DOCTOR: Yeah, it was. Two hundred years, to be precise. And quite frankly, I wish I was back there now.
CONTROLLER: Naturally, you prefer the twentieth century, Doctor. After all, it is your own time.
DOCTOR: Oh, I've known many times. Some of them much more pleasant than others.
JO: Well, I quite like it here, I must say. Everyone's been most kind.
(The CONTROLLER gives her a smile and a nod of thanks.)
DOCTOR: Well I met some people today who were far from kind.
CONTROLLER: That was a simple mistake, Doctor, I assure you. You must not jump to conclusions.
DOCTOR: Well, better than jumping from the crack of a whip from some security guard. Do you run all your factories like that, Controller?
(The smile has left the CONTROLLER'S face. He stares coldly at an unfazed DOCTOR.)
CONTROLLER: That was not a factory, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Hmm, then what was it?
CONTROLLER: A rehabilitation centre. A rehabilitation centre for hardened criminals.
DOCTOR: Including old men and women - even children?
CONTROLLER: There will always be people who need discipline, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Now that's an old fashioned point of view, even from my standards.
CONTROLLER: I can assure you that this planet has never been more efficiently, more economically run. People have never been happier...or more prosperous.
DOCTOR: Then why do you need so many people to keep them under control? Don't they like being happy and prosperous?
JO: You're being a bit unreasonable, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Am I now?
JO: Well look, the Controller wants to help you.
DOCTOR: Does he? I wonder why?
JO: You're not on the side of the criminals, surely? They wanted to kill you!
DOCTOR: When I meet a regime that needs to import savage alien life-forms as security guards, I begin to wonder who the real criminals are.
JO: Those creatures aren't really savage.
CONTROLLER: Exactly. They are simply...guard dogs. They just do what I tell them.
DOCTOR: You mean there aren't enough humans around that will follow your orders so blindly?
CONTROLLER: That is not what I was saying.
DOCTOR: Isn't it? Then what you're saying is that the entire human population of this planet, apart from a few...remarkable exceptions like yourself, are really only fit to lead the life of a dog. Why?
CONTROLLER: (Furiously.) You have no right to say that!
DOCTOR: Haven't I? Who really rules this planet of yours?
(The CONTROLLER is silent for a moment. He then gets to his feet.)
CONTROLLER: I'm sorry. I must go. I have work to do. (To JO.) You will excuse me.
(He walks stiffly out. An embarrassed JO moves closer to the DOCTOR.)
JO: You shouldn't have spoken to him like that. You don't know the whole picture.
(The DOCTOR wags a finger at her.)
DOCTOR: Neither do you, Jo, neither do you.
(He points after the departed CONTROLLER.)
DOCTOR: That man is no more than a superior slave himself. Humans don't rule this world any longer, Jo.
JO: (Puzzled.) Well then, who does?
DOCTOR: The most evil, ruthless life-form in the cosmos - the Daleks!
27: INT. DALEKS' CHAMBER
(The DOCTOR is being watched. The silent image from the guest suite appears on a monitor in the DALEKS' chamber watched by the CHIEF DALEK and the CONTROLLER.)
CONTROLLER: Is it the same man?
CHIEF DALEK: The physical appearance does not match our data.
CONTROLLER: Then it is not your Doctor?
CHIEF DALEK: The appearance of the Doctor has changed before.
CONTROLLER: And how will you find out?
CHIEF DALEK: We will use the mind analysis machine.
28: INT. CONTROL CENTRE GUEST SUITE
DOCTOR: (To JO.) Right, now do you understand exactly what to do?
JO: Yes, ready when you are.
DOCTOR: Good.
(They both stand. JO remains where she is while the DOCTOR goes and stands to one side of the doorway.)
DOCTOR: Right - now.
(JO suddenly starts to scream in a panic and then cries out...)
JO: Help! Help! Help!
(A puzzled OGRON enters the room walking past the hidden DOCTOR. He springs forward and karate-chops the creature but it fails to have an effect. The OGRON spins round and swings an arm at the DOCTOR but he dodges the blow. The DOCTOR then rains blow after blow down on the OGRON but it seems impervious to them. It grabs the DOCTOR but JO has come up behind it with the wine beaker in her hand and she crashes this down on the back of the OGRON'S skull. The creature falls to the ground.)
DOCTOR: Pity - that was rather a good vintage.
JO: What?
DOCTOR: It doesn't matter - come on.
(He grabs her hand and his cloak from the floor and they run from the room.)
29: EXT. CENTRAL CONTROL
(They run out of the entrance to central control and into a pillared forecourt. The DOCTOR spots a three-wheeled motortrike and he runs towards it. The DOCTOR starts it up and jumps on, JO climbing on behind him. They speed off as OGRONS and guards run out and start giving chase.)
30: INT. DALEKS' CHAMBER
(The CONTROLLER stands before the DALEKS as an alarm sounds.)
DALEK: The prisoners have escaped. They have broken through the outer perimeter.
CHIEF DALEK: Find and exterminate them!
CONTROLLER: We need them alive!
CHIEF DALEK: The prisoners will be recaptured and returned here for mind analysis!
31: EXT. WASTELAND
(The motortrike makes its way through the wasteland, past a security camera with OGRONS in full pursuit. The DOCTOR is making good progress, JO holding on tight, when they see more OGRONS straight ahead and swerve round. They run easily over flat ruined foundations but the trike suddenly stops dead when it hits an obstruction. OGRONS point their guns straight at the DOCTOR'S head.)
32: INT. GUERILLA CELLAR
(MONIA descends the steps and into the guerilla's base. ANAT and BOAZ are anxiously waiting.)
ANAT: Well?
MONIA: Been captured. Taken for processing. We must rescue him.
BOAZ: Rescue him? Are you mad?! From there?
MONIA: I say we must!
BOAZ: Suicide.
MONIA: Are you afraid?
BOAZ: Me? Of course I am. I'm not a fool. What is he to us?
MONIA: We have fresh information from one of our contacts at control centre. He is the sworn enemy of the Daleks. He is the one man they're afraid of - don't you see? It's our only hope. If we don't act quickly, it may be too late.
33: INT. DALEKS' CHAMBER
(A jacketless DOCTOR lies on a table in the DALEKS' chamber. He is firmly restrained by a metallic strap across his chest. His head is braced and he wears a metallic band across his forehead which has a central disc on it. Swirling sounds fill the room and the DOCTOR seems paralysed by the effect of the operation on him. On a screen over the doorway appear still images of his two previous appearances over strange multi-coloured patterns. The DALEKS are triumphant...)
CHIEF DALEK: You are the Doctor! You are an enemy of the Daleks! Now you are in our power! You will be exterminated!
DALEKS: You will be exterminated! You will be exterminated! You will be exterminated! You will be exterminated!
Doctor Who
JON PERTWEE
Jo Grant
KATY MANNING
Controller
AUBREY WOODS
Anat
ANNA BARRY
Monia
VALENTINE PALMER
Boaz
SCOTT FREDERICKS
Manager
PETER HILL
Senior Guard
ANDREW CARR
Girl Technician
DEBORAH BRAYSHAW
Guard at Work Centre
GEORGE RAISTRICK
Ogrons
RICK LESTER
MAURICE BUSH
DAVID JOYCE
FRANK MENZIES
BRUCE WELLS
GEOFFREY TODD
Daleks
JOHN SCOTT MARTIN
RICKY NEWBY
MURPHY GRUMBAR
Daleks voices
OLIVER GILBERT
PETER MESSALINE
Title music by
RON GRAINER
and BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Daleks Originated by
TERRY NATION
Incidental Music by
DUDLEY SIMPSON
Special Sound
BRIAN HODGSON
Film Cameraman
FRED HAMILTON
Film Editor
DAN RAE
Visual Effects
JIM WARD
Costumes
MARY HUSBAND
Make-up
HEATHER STEWART
Lighting
ALAN HORNE
Sound
TONY MILLIER
Script Editor
TERRANCE DICKS
Designer
DAVID MYERSCOUGH-JONES
Producer
BARRY LETTS
Directed by
PAUL BERNARD
COLOUR
© BBC 1972