Dr. Who and the Daleks Page #2

The atmosphere is polluted

with a very high level of fallout.

Then we must find Barbara

and get back to TARDIS.

Even if we do,

we can't leave until we get some mercury.

Young man, I have to confess,

there is nothing wrong

with the fluid link.

I just didn't want to leave

until we had explored the city.

- Please forgive me.

- Well, let's get out of here.

You will move ahead of us

and follow directions.

This way.

He will recover shortly.

Search him.

That is of no value to you! It...

Come this way.

- Thank goodness, you've come!

- I'm so glad you're safe!

Ian! Ian, what happened to you?

- Oh, it's nothing.

- He'll be all right in a minute.

- Yeah.

- Ian!

Don't worry. Don't worry, Barbara.

It is only a temporary shock.

Get him up over here. Up.

At least we're all together.

How do you feel?

Sort of weak and giddy.

- And Susan?

- I feel the same.

We found a Geiger counter upstairs.

This planet has a high level of radiation,

perhaps the result

of some lost atomic war.

All the time we were in the open,

we were exposed to it.

What's gonna happen to us,

Grandfather?

Unless we can get some treatment,

we have little hope of survival.

Our prisoners are showing signs

of radiation sickness.

But they have not yet perished from it.

They must have found something

that makes them immune

while we must remain

in these protective machines

and cannot go out of our city.

If we had it, we could leave the city,

destroy all others

and have the planet for ourselves.

Let us overhear what our prisoners say.

Perhaps they will give us the answer.

'If some form of life

does exist outside this city,

'they must have discovered

an anti-radiation drug.'

'Well?'

'That box of glass vials

we found outside TARDIS. Remember?'

One of you four

must go outside the city.

- Which will it be?

- Why?

Many centuries ago,

there were two peoples on this planet.

Ourselves, the Daleks, and the Thals.

After the neutronic war,

our forefathers retired into the city,

protected by this clothing.

Most of the Thals perished in the war.

Those who survived

and remain on this planet

are horrible mutations, monsters.

They have a drug

which cures the sickness of radiation.

If we get the drug,

we will give some to you.

Without it, you will die.

None of us is well enough to go.

One of you must.

I'll go.

- Susan!

- It's too dangerous.

Hurry.

The young one is approaching the forest.

She will be there in a moment now.

If she returns with the drug,

am I to allow the prisoners to use some?

No. Their only value

is to bring us the drug

to duplicate for ourselves.

Let them die.

Oh, dear.

I'm so sorry.

It was all my fault.

Oh, dear, he's getting worse.

What does he mean, it's all his fault?

There was nothing wrong

with the fluid link.

And now the Daleks

have taken it from him.

What are we going to do?

Nothing we can do. Just wait.

Hope nothing happens to Susan.

Who's there?

Who are you? What do you want?

My name is Alydon. I am a Thal.

I tried to speak to you

in the forest just now.

I'm sorry I frightened you.

I came back to make sure

you knew how to use the drugs I left you.

But I found no one here.

The others are prisoners

of the Daleks in the city.

- There are people in the city?

- They sent me back for the drugs.

Do they want them for themselves

or for your friends?

I don't know. I don't trust them.

I shall give you a second supply

which you must hide as best you can.

Thank you. But I don't understand.

They said you were mutations.

There were many mutations

after the final war.

Most of them perished.

But this form, two hands, two eyes,

has always been best for survival.

But they called you monsters.

If they call us monsters,

what must they be like?

Have you brought anything else

from your ship?

No.

You are hiding something.

Show it to me.

Give these other drugs to your friends.

- Here's yours, Barbara, dear.

- Thank you.

So, a Thal gave you this cape, Susan?

Yes. His name's Alydon.

He told me his people live far from here

but this year their crops were ruined

and they came here in search of food.

'He said his people would gladly

give the Daleks the formula for the drug

'if the Daleks

would give them food in return.'

We do not need their formula.

Now that the girl

has brought us the drug,

we can make it ourselves.

We will rid ourselves

of these protective machines,

move beyond the limits of the city

and destroy the Thals.

No, there is a better way.

Let us offer them food,

bring them into the city.

- A trap?

- Yes.

Will they not suspect anything?

Not if the message

is written by their friend,

the young girl.

Ian!

I have brought you

more food and water.

- The small one is to come with me.

- What for?

You have the drug.

When are you going to set us free?

Stay!

We are going to help the Thals,

which is what you want us to do.

How do they know

we wanted to help the Thals?

Add this:

"The Daleks

"want only to help you

"and to be friends."

Now sign your name!

'I've found it.

'Up there.

'That's how they know

what we're doing.'

All we wanted was this message.

When the Thals come

to collect the food,

we will destroy them.

What on earth are you two doing?

We'll be able to talk

without them seeing or hearing us.

- Is it coming away?

- Yes.

Right, pull hard.

I'll hold you. Agh!

Our prisoners are intelligent.

And perhaps dangerous.

Why not exterminate them?

They have been useful to us once.

They may be again.

First, let us exterminate the Thals.

Shall we replace the lens?

No need.

We have learned enough

from our prisoners.

And we have them

where they can do no harm.

They're bringing the Thals into a trap.

Isn't there anything we can do?

If we could find a weakness

in the Daleks, just one...

They are protected,

they can move easily

and they have weapons

which can paralyse or destroy.

- There is nothing we can do.

- Then the Thals are doomed.

Suppose the Daleks refuse to help us.

Then we shall have to start back

for our own country.

- Across the desert? Many of us will die.

- But if the Daleks have food,

- how can they refuse it to us?

- Look.

I found this at the gates of the city.

It is from the young girl.

She says that the Dalek people

wish to make friends with us.

Food will be left for us

in their great hall.

We are to collect it tomorrow!

Stop! How do you know

you can trust the Daleks?

Their ancestors

waged a great war against us,

destroyed our planet,

caused all this devastation.

But that was long ago! Now they wish

to make friends with us, offer us food.

There's no reason

not to believe their good intentions.

We will go to the city of the Daleks

in the morning.

The doors, the walls, the floor

are all made of metal.

Perhaps this is the Daleks' weakness.

What do you mean?

Whenever they move,

there is a familiar odour.

I've noticed that.

I was trying to remember where...

A fairground. You get the same smell

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