by: Terry Nation
Part Three
Original Air Date: 22 March 1975
Running time: 22:38
SEVRIN: Are you all right?
SARAH: I think so.
SEVRIN: We must go on, Sarah. It's our only chance.
SEVRIN: That section of the roof slides out. We can get to it from the top of the rocket.
SARAH: We've got to get across first.
SEVRIN: We'll have to jump. Now I'll go first, you follow and I'll catch you.
SEVRIN: Come on, Sarah. Come on! You've got to do it, do you hear me? Jump!
SEVRIN: We're nearly there. Just a bit more and we're out on the surface of the dome and safe.
SARAH: Yes.
SOLDIER: That's far enough. Right, come on back down here.
SOLDIER: Now you. Come on, move! I'll get her.
SOLDIER: Give me your hand. Come on.
SOLDIER: If I should just slacken my grip. They say that people who fall from great heights are dead before they hit the ground. I don't believe that, do you?
SOLDIER: You're going back to work. In a day or so, you'll wish I had let you drop. Right, get over.
DOCTOR: It's lighter this way.
HARRY: Looks as though we've made it.
DOCTOR: Look.
HARRY: It must be the way through to the wastelands.
HARRY: Doctor, quick! My leg! Quick! Pull it out, Doctor.
HARRY: Quick, it's pulling me in!
DOCTOR: Easy, easy.
HARRY: Get that thing off.
DOCTOR: One of Davros' experiments?
HARRY: Magna poluris. (I think)
DOCTOR: What?
HARRY: Latin.
DOCTOR: Never mind the Latin, let's have a look at your foot. Nothing seems to be broken. It's incredible. You have some bruises though, Harry.
HARRY: Why is it always me who puts a foot in it?
DOCTOR: You'll be all right. Can you stand up?
HARRY: I think so.
DOCTOR: Let's get out of here.
HARRY: We must look out for Sarah. She's out there somewhere.
DOCTOR: We'll find her. We've got to contact the Kaled leaders first.
HARRY: Try again, they're pretty corroded.
DALEK: We await your commands.
DAVROS: Excellent, excellent.
KAVELL: Perfect, Davros, perfect. A brilliant creation.
DAVROS: A brilliant creation, yes, but perfect, no. Not yet. I want improvements made to the optical systems and the sensory circuits. Their instincts must be as accurate as a scientific instrument. You will begin at once. Dismantle the viewer circuit.
KAVELL: Does Davros know the prisoners have escaped?
RONSON: I don't know what you mean. The prisoners are in their cell.
KAVELL: Don't worry, I won't betray you. You're not the only one concerned about the morality of the work we are doing here. Now answer me. Does Davros know they've gone?
RONSON: The prisoners are in the detention room for further interrogation.
KAVELL: Well, I have news for you. They've reached the city and made contact with the leaders whose names you gave them.
RONSON: How do you know?
KAVELL: There is some advantage in being in charge of the communication system. All we can hope for now is that they convince the leaders that Davros' work here must be ended.
RONSON: They must. They must!
MOGRAN: My fellow councillors, I've asked you two assemble here and not in our House of Congress as our meeting is of a most secret nature. There are no listening devices here, are there, Ravon?
RAVON: Not that I know of, Mogran.
MOGRAN: Doctor, will you please tell the councillors what you have told me?
DOCTOR: Yes, of course, and some of what I will tell you relates to events in the future. Not only on this planet but also on others whose existence you don't even know of. But my knowledge is scientific fact. Now, Davros has created a machine creature, a monster which will terrorise and destroy millions and millions of lives and lands throughout all eternity. He has given this machine a name, a Dalek. It is a word new to you, but for a thousand generations it is a name that will bring fear and terror. Now undoubtedly Davros has one of the finest scientific minds in existence, but he has a fanatical desire to perpetuate himself in his machine. He works without conscience, without soul, without pity, and his machines are equally devoid of these qualities.
GUARD: What's the matter with her?
SEVRIN: She's tired. She needs rest.
GUARD: This is the last consignment. When that's packed aboard she'll get all the rest she needs. Now pick up your loads!
NYDER: I've just had word from one of our supporters in the Dome. Councillor Mogran has called a secret meeting. The only councillors invited are known opponents of the work we are doing here in the bunker.
DAVROS: I want a full report on everything that was discussed. I don't care how you get the information, get it. However, I think we need not be too concerned. Many times in the last fifty years, factions of the government have tried to interfere with my research here. They have failed. They will fail again.
NYDER: There's something else. The two prisoners in Ronson's charge, they've been seen at the dome. They are at the meeting.
DAVROS: Impossible! There is no escape from here.
NYDER: I've checked their cells. They are missing.
DAVROS: Find out how they escaped and report to me immediately.
NYDER: What action shall I take concerning Ronson?
DAVROS: For the moment, none. I will deal with him in my own way.
RAVON: That was a very impressive speech, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Yes, it was meant to be.
HARRY: Let's hope it's convinced them.
DOCTOR: Yes, let's hope so, Harry. Sometimes words aren't enough.
HARRY: Well, they seem to have reached a decision.
MOGRAN: I'm afraid, Doctor, the councillors could not agree to halt all experimentation at the bunker.
HARRY: The councillors are fools.
MOGRAN: Let me finish, please. It has been agreed that an independent tribunal will investigate all work that is being done at the bunker.
DOCTOR: But that could take months! Davros already has several prototype Daleks ready for action.
MOGRAN: It has also been agreed that pending the investigation, Davros' experiments will be suspended.
DOCTOR: It is less than I'd hoped for.
MOGRAN: And I promise you, Doctor, if your allegations are borne out, all work at the bunker will be closed down.
DOCTOR: Thank you.
MOGRAN: And now I must go with my committee and inform Davros of our decision.
HARRY: Now I think it's high time we looked for Sarah, don't you?
RAVON: The one you left behind in the wastelands?
HARRY: Yes. You have some news of her?
RAVON: I can't be certain, you understand, but our agents inside the Thal dome report a newly arrived girl prisoner who led an attempted breakout. Gave the Thals quite a bit of trouble.
HARRY: That'll be her.
DOCTOR: In the Thal dome, you say?
RAVON: The Thals are using prisoners to load their last great rocket.
HARRY: Rocket?
RAVON: They think they'll win the w*r with it. What they don't know is that no matter how powerful their rocket, it cannot penetrate our protective dome. Only a matter of months ago, Davros perfected a new substance which has the strength of thirty foot thick reinforced concrete.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, well never mind about that. Could you help us to find Sarah?
RAVON: One of my agents could lead you into the service shafts underneath the Thal city.
DOCTOR: Oh, good, good.
RAVON: But after that you're strictly on your own.
HARRY: Fair enough.
RAVON: Right, I'll give you a map showing how to reach the rocket silo area.
DOCTOR: Thank you.
HARRY: Well, Doctor, looks as though we've got to cross the wastelands again.
DOCTOR: Yes, and that's when our troubles really begin.
DAVROS: An investigation? But of course, Mogran. I welcome any inquiry into our work here. I think the idea is an excellent one. The Kaled people sacrifice much so that we should have the materials we need. They have the right to know how our work is progressing. And when they learn of our achievements, their patriotism will be refired. It is vital that our soldiers know that they and we of the Elite are as one, working together to bring the final victory.
MOGRAN: I'm grateful that you've accepted this decision so, so patriotically. There's one thing more. Until the inquiry, all work is to be suspended.
DAVROS: If that is your wish, then naturally I will obey. It will take some time to close down certain pieces of equipment. Shall we say, er, twenty four hours?
MOGRAN: Twelve.
DAVROS: It will be difficult, but it will be done.
MOGRAN: The members of the tribunal will arrive in that time. Thank you, Davros, for your cooperation.
DAVROS: It is simply my duty. The inquiry will reveal nothing, except our loyalty and total dedication to the cause of the Kaled people.
NYDER: We cannot allow this investigation. They cannot fail to see the dangers to themselves in the Dalek project.
DAVROS: Calm yourself, Nyder. There will be no investigation.
NYDER: But you can't stop it now.
DAVROS: I can and will! The council has signed the death warrant of the whole of the Kaled people. Only we, the Elite, we and the Daleks will go on.
NYDER: The whole of the Kaled people? You would go that far?
DAVROS: Did you ever doubt it?
NYDER: No.
DAVROS: There is much to do. I want the genetically conditioned creatures installed in the machines immediately. Twenty of them.
NYDER: Twenty?
DAVROS: They are our troops in this battle for survival.
NYDER: But they're still very erratic, unstable.
DAVROS: They will not be allowed self control. I will prepare a computer programme that will limit their actions. After that, we are going on a journey.
HARRY: What's Davros doing here in the Thal city?
DOCTOR: Shush.
DAVROS (OOV.): And I am no longer influenced by
DAVROS: Words such as patriotism and nationalism. My concern is only for peace, an end to this carnage that has virtually destroyed both our races.
COUNCILLOR: Why aren't you telling this to your own government and people?
DAVROS: I have tried. Time and again, I have tried. But now they will be satisfied with nothing other than total annihilation of the Thal people.
COUNCILLOR: Then they deserve to perish, and perish they will when we launch our rocket. It's primed and ready. The countdown for f*ring can begin immediately.
DAVROS: And it will fail.
COUNCILLOR: It can't fail.
DAVROS: The Kaled dome cannot be penetrated. Your great rocket will hardly scratch it.
DAVROS: This is the measure of my faith. Nyder.
NYDER: It is a simple chemical formula. If the substance is loaded into a*tillery shells and fired onto the surface of the Kaled dome, it will weaken the molecular structure and make it brittle. Your rocket will then be able to penetrate without resistance.
COUNCILLOR: Why are you giving us this information? You know that your own people, the Kaleds, will be utterly exterminated.
DAVROS: No price is too great to pay for peace. I only ask that when the w*r is over I be allowed to help in the reconstruction of our planet.
NYDER: We want only to see the conflict brought to an end. This formula give you the power to bring that about.
DAVROS: By dawn tomorrow, our world could be at peace.
NYDER: You think they believed you?
DAVROS: It is unimportant. They are hungry for victory. They will use the formula and fire their rocket no matter what they believe my motives to be. And when they do, Nyder, when they do.
COUNCILLOR: I've given orders that a barrage of shells containing the formula should begin as soon as possible. The rocket launch can begin immediately. And now I'll arrange your safe escort out of the city.
HARRY: Doctor, somehow we've got to warn Mogran and the other Kaled leaders.
DOCTOR: Yes, and we haven't found Sarah yet. Come on.
DOCTOR: Excuse me, can you help me? I'm a spy.
DOCTOR: Their suits, Harry.
SARAH: The rocket's loaded. Why are they still keeping us here?
SEVRIN: Why take the trouble to move us? It's easier to leave us here. Yes, but when it's fired, the exhaust blast will burn us up.
SARAH: Harry! Doctor!
DOCTOR: You all right, Sarah?
SARAH: Oh, I am now. Listen, we've got to get out of here. The Thals are going to launch this rocket.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I know. Listen. I want you and Harry to go back to the Kaled dome. Harry knows the way. Tell them all we know. There's a chance if they launch and all-out offensive I might be able to stop the rocket.
SARAH: What are you going to do?
DOCTOR: Try to sabotage it, or at least delay it. Off you go.
SARAH: Right.
DOCTOR: Good luck.
SARAH: Sevrin, you come with us.
DOCTOR: Well, don't just stand there. Come on, you're free! Go now while you've got the chance. Come on!
(The rest of the mutos shamble out and the Doctor goes over to the rocket. Harry leads them back to the hatch in the floor. Sarah goes down first, followed by Sevrin and Harry. Then Thal guards arrive and sh**t down into the opening.
While the Doctor continues to inspect the rocket, the guard comes round and reaches for a button on a panel. Electricity clamps the Doctor to the base of the scaffolding.)
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The Doctor
Tom Baker
Sarah Jane Smith
Elisabeth Sladen
Harry Sullivan
Ian Marter
Davros
Michael Wisher
Nyder
Peter Miles
Sevrin
Stephen Yardley
Bettan
Harriet Philpin
Gharman
Dennis Chinnery
Ronson
James Garbutt
Ravon
Guy Siner
Gerrill
Jeremy Chandler
Tane
Drew Wood
Kravos
Andrew Johns
Kavell
Tom Georgeson
Mogran
Ivor Roberts
Kaled Leader
Richard Reeves
Kaled Guard
Peter Mantle
Thal Politician
Michael Lynch
Thal Soldiers
Pat Gorman
Hilary Minster
John Gleeson
Thal Guard
Max Faulkner
Daleks
John Scott Martin
Cy Town
Keith Ashley
Dalek Voices
Roy Skelton
Time Lord
John Franklyn-Robbins
Writer
Terry Nation
Studio Lighting
Duncan Brown
Assistant Floor Manager
Karilyn Collier
Film Cameraman
Elmer Cossey
Production Assistant
Rosemary Crowson
Visual Effects
Peter Day
Davros Mask
John Friedlander
Production Unit Manager
George Gallaccio
Title Music
Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Make-Up
Sylvia James
Costumes
Barbara Kidd
Studio Sound
Tony Millier
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Designer
David Spode
Film Editor
Larry Toft
Script Editor
Robert Holmes
Director
David Maloney
Producer
Philip Hinchcliffe
Tom Baker
Sarah Jane Smith
Elisabeth Sladen
Harry Sullivan
Ian Marter
Davros
Michael Wisher
Nyder
Peter Miles
Sevrin
Stephen Yardley
Bettan
Harriet Philpin
Gharman
Dennis Chinnery
Ronson
James Garbutt
Ravon
Guy Siner
Gerrill
Jeremy Chandler
Tane
Drew Wood
Kravos
Andrew Johns
Kavell
Tom Georgeson
Mogran
Ivor Roberts
Kaled Leader
Richard Reeves
Kaled Guard
Peter Mantle
Thal Politician
Michael Lynch
Thal Soldiers
Pat Gorman
Hilary Minster
John Gleeson
Thal Guard
Max Faulkner
Daleks
John Scott Martin
Cy Town
Keith Ashley
Dalek Voices
Roy Skelton
Time Lord
John Franklyn-Robbins
Writer
Terry Nation
Studio Lighting
Duncan Brown
Assistant Floor Manager
Karilyn Collier
Film Cameraman
Elmer Cossey
Production Assistant
Rosemary Crowson
Visual Effects
Peter Day
Davros Mask
John Friedlander
Production Unit Manager
George Gallaccio
Title Music
Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Make-Up
Sylvia James
Costumes
Barbara Kidd
Studio Sound
Tony Millier
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Designer
David Spode
Film Editor
Larry Toft
Script Editor
Robert Holmes
Director
David Maloney
Producer
Philip Hinchcliffe