Dr. Who and the Daleks Page #3
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- 1965
- 82 min
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from the dodgem cars.
It's ozone, made by electric sparks.
Electric power.
Not the sort of electricity we know,
but some form of static electricity.
Those armour suits they wear
are actually machines that pick up their
power through the metal of the floor.
Now, if we could insulate those machines
- they would be hopeless.
- Yes.
But what can we use as an insulator?
- My cape!
- Susan!
It's made of
some sort of plastic material.
Sure. It's gonna be easy, isn't it?
"Excuse me, Mr Dalek,
would you care to move onto this cape?"
Move back from the door!
You, take the food.
They always stay outside in the corridor.
You can't get near them
without being seen.
Couldn't we smash that lens in their eye?
Or throw Susan's cape over it?
Then what do you use
to insulate him from the floor?
Hmm...
I think I've got it!
If he's on time,
he'll be here any second. All ready, lad?
Just a little farther away from the door,
Susan, dear.
Too close will make him suspicious.
All ready, Barbara?
He's coming.
Take this.
It must last you till tomorrow.
What is happening?
Why do not the doors close?
- Dalek!
- Yes? Agh!
Help me! Help! Help me!
- Help me! Help!
- Here! Tie these!
Help me! Help!
Prisoners trying to escape!
Help me! Cannot see them!
Cannot see them!
Help! Cannot see them!
- Help! Help me! Quickly!
- Grandfather!
- I've got him!
- They must not get away!
Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me!
It worked. Well done, everybody.
Do you think he's dead?
Now, you and Barbara
go and keep watch on the corridor.
Come along, lad.
Move it over to there.
Careful!
They could still be dangerous!
Pick up the cape.
How does this thing open?
Can you manage it?
Put it over there.
- Now what?
- Now you get inside.
- What for?
- Pretend you're a Dalek.
If we meet anyone,
you're taking us to be questioned.
- Yeah, but what if they find out?
- We'll be no worse off than we are now.
Come along, get inside, lad!
Speed is essential!
Hatch coming down.
- Now I can't see anything.
- What?
- I can't see anything.
- The eye.
Hey, this thing's full of controls
in here. Should I try a few?
Oh, for heaven's sake, no,
don't touch a thing! We'll move you.
Ready, Barbara? Right, on with it.
Susan, show us the way the Daleks
took you when you went back to TARDIS.
All right.
Turn left at the end of the corridor.
This is the way I came.
There's a big door with a Dalek on guard.
Beyond the door is the lift.
Now it's up to you, lad. Courage.
- Ow.
- Ooh, sorry.
Stop.
The prisoners have been called
for questioning.
I have not been informed. Wait.
I won't go! I won't!
Halt her! Halt her!
Help me get them inside.
Shall I help you take them
to the fourth level?
No. Close the doors.
That was clever of you, Susie!
I have just passed the prisoners
into shaft seven.
'Stand by.'
Can you get me out of this thing?
It's hot in here.
Yep.
'There is
no movement order for the prisoners.
'Hold them.'
- Hurry up and get me out of here!
- We're trying, lad!
The door is locked.
They must have fused it.
Emergency alarm!
What was that?
- An alarm bell! They know we've escaped!
- Try to push it up from the inside!
- What do you think I've been doing?
- Well, try harder, lad!
They're cutting through the door!
The lift has stopped
just short of the floor.
- We'll never get him in.
- Let's try.
Leave me!
No sense in us all being captured.
- No!
- Leave me!
- No!
- One, two, three
Ian!
How long will it take
to cut through that door?
- Not very long.
- But even if he does get out,
he's stuck down there!
This is the only way of escape!
- Grandfather, we can't just leave him!
- What can we do?
Look!
Stop it! Stop it!
Bring it down!
- Oh, Ian!
- How did you manage it?
We must find a way out.
The Thals are coming
for their food supplies.
They're walking
straight into an ambush.
Our orders
are not to capture them.
They are to be
completely destroyed.
They must not escape.
They must die.
I understand.
Hurry up!
Hey! Give me a hand!
Now, one, two, three!
We must warn the Thals!
Help!
Got it!
It's a trap! Go back! Run!
Thank you for warning us.
I'm sorry... we were not in time
to save your friend.
But I don't understand why.
Why did they want to kill us?
We came in peace.
You are different from them,
and they are afraid
of anything different.
And what people are afraid of,
they try to destroy.
If we could reason with them...
They are beyond reason.
They wish only to conquer.
- What can we do, then?
- Why, fight them!
We're a peaceful people.
We see no reason to kill others.
But even when you know
that they would kill you?
The last war destroyed
almost everything on this planet,
left it... like this.
- We do not want another.
- That is understandable.
I wish there was some way
we could help you.
You must go.
We shall survive.
Goodbye.
And good luck.
Madam.
Yes.
Come along, children.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
The drug of the Thals
has been duplicated.
Good.
We will test it on this work section.
If it is effective,
we will discard these machines
and go out and destroy the Thals.
- Check.
- Check. Barbara?
Check.
Hm.
- Check.
- Check.
The fluid link!
Oh, no. What are we going to do?
- We must get it back.
- How?
Only the Thals can help us.
We'd like to help you.
You saved many of our people.
But we do not wish to kill others.
And I do not want
any of my people to be killed.
Supposing the Daleks
come out of their city and attack you?
They could find a way
of getting out of the city.
They have weapons, you have none.
We will not fight.
'Out of control.
'Help me. Help me.
'Out of control.'
This is the section
to whom we gave the drug.
It is obvious that we Daleks
cannot use the drug of the Thals.
We will not be able
or go out of the city.
Then we will destroy the Thals
without leaving the city.
We will explode another neutron bomb
and increase radiation
throughout the planet
to a point where
even the drug of the Thals
will not be able
to protect them from it.
- When shall we explode the bomb?
- Immediately.
These writings contain a complete history
of our planet and our people.
Fascinating.
Absolutely fascinating.
But these writings go back
nearly half a million years.
There was a great civilisation here once.
Destroyed by the war.
But you can rebuild it, man. Now, surely
that is something worth fighting for.
Why do you keep these writings?
They're the history of our people.
A history that will end
with this generation
unless you are prepared
to fight for its survival.
One of your people
was killed in the city.
Many others could have been killed
and will be unless you take action.
We will not fight.
Lad.
Young man.
Do you know
why the Daleks held us as prisoners?
They wanted to experiment on us.
Perhaps if we gave them
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