Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 25, Episode 2 - Remembrance of the Daleks: Part Two - full transcript
With two factions of Daleks involved in a race war on Earth, the Doctor takes care of old business by having the Hand of Omega ceremoniously but quietly buried in a churchyard. His actions do not go unobserved, and leaving behind a bored Ace without a purposeful outlet could spell trouble as well.
-Stay where you are. Do not move.
-The stairs!
Oh, sorry.
Ace, Ace, open the door! Hurry, open...
You are the Doctor.
You are the enemy of the Daleks.
You will be exterminated.
Exterminate. Exterminate.
Exterminate.
Exterminate. Exterminate.
Exterminate.
-Doctor.
-What's the matter with him?
-Stomach ache.
-School dinners.
-Professor, he tried to lock you in.
-Ace.
-I'm sorry.
-We must repair the transmat.
Yes.
What are you doing here? Never mind.
Get this thing out of here.
I was ordered to deliver
the ATRs to this position, sir.
-ATRs. Anti-tank rockets.
-Yes, sir.
Will these things be any good
against the Daleks?
It's not the Daleks we're after,
it's the transmat.
You will remain here.
You'll have to sign for them, sir.
Come on.
Hello, love.
What about the Dalek?
Won't it try and stop us?
Quite possibly. Stay close behind.
Hey! It must have gone
back down to the cellar.
You will be exterminated.
Ace, quick, down.
Exterminate.
Eyepiece.
-You destroyed it.
-I aimed for the eyepiece.
This way. Move it, move it.
You fetch the Group Captain. Any more?
-No.
-Did you do that?
-It makes a lot of smoke, doesn't it?
-Yeah.
-You've destroyed it. Good.
-It is not good.
Nothing about this is good.
I've made a grave error of judgement.
Oh, I'm beginning to wish
I never started all this.
Group Captain, I must ask you
to evacuate the immediate area.
-That's an absurd idea.
-Why, Doctor?
I have reason to believe a major Dalek
taskforce could soon be operating here.
-Great.
-Where will this task force arrive from?
I'm certain it is in place,
hidden somewhere in this vicinity.
The other probably from
a mothership-induced stationary orbit.
Be reasonable, Doctor.
Do you doubt the non-terrestrial nature
of the Daleks? I mean, examine this one.
Or better still,
ask your scientific adviser.
Well, Professor.
I'm afraid the Doctor's right.
It is alien.
-You're positive?
-Yes.
Professor, a word.
-This Doctor, do you trust him?
-Well, he knows what he's talking about
and considerably more
than he's telling us.
I think we should go along with him
for now.
-And later?
-You could ask him for an explanation.
I could do a lot more than ask.
Very well, Doctor.
I'll have to get a decision
about this evacuation from my superiors.
-When?
-I should know either way
by tomorrow morning.
I'll see you all then.
I wouldn't touch it if I were you.
It may not be completely dormant yet.
That stench.
Now, Doctor, I have questions
I would like answered.
So have I. I'll return in the morning.
-Doctor, where are you going?
-To bury the past.
-I'm coming with you.
-It is not your past.
You haven't been born yet.
-Would someone look after Ace for me?
-Yes, of course.
Good. I'll borrow this.
Sergeant, have you room for Ace
at your house?
Yeah, sure. Mum runs a boarding house.
I'd like you to meet her.
-Ace.
-Yes.
''Not been born yet.''
What did he mean by that?
Can I help you?
A mug of tea, please.
-Cold night tonight.
-Yes, it is. Bitter, very bitter.
-Where's Harry?
-Visiting his missus.
-She's in hospital.
-Of course. It'll be twins.
Hmm?
Your tea.
Sugar?
Ah, a decision.
-Would it make any difference?
-Would make your tea sweet.
Yes, but beyond the confines
of my taste buds,
-would it make any difference?
-Not really.
-But...
-Yeah?
What if I could control
people's taste buds?
What if I decided that no one would
take sugar? That'd make a difference
to those who sell the sugar
and those that cut the cane.
-My father, he was a cane cutter.
-Exactly. Now, if no one had used sugar,
your father wouldn't have been
a cane cutter.
If this sugar thing had never started,
my great-grandfather
wouldn't have been kidnapped,
chained up and sold in Kingston
in the first place.
I'd be an African.
See, every great decision
creates ripples.
Like a huge boulder dropped in a lake.
The ripples merge, rebound off the banks
in unforeseeable ways.
The heavier the decision,
the larger the waves,
the more uncertain the consequences.
Life's like that.
Best thing is just to get on with it.
Good morning.
I believe this belongs to you.
Yes.
The door was open, so I thought
I'd just pop in and collect my casket.
Ah, well,
I'm afraid the guv'nor is yet to arrive
and I'm afraid I can't just let you...
Which casket would this be?
Oh, I see.
Well, if you could just wait
until the guv'nor arrives. I'm sure...
Yes. That would be perfectly all right.
Oh, good. Splendid.
-Mr, erm...
-Doctor.
Doctor?
Yes, now,
if I might be alone with the...
Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
I'll leave you alone with...
-Thank you.
-I'll just be in the next room if you...
Yes.
Hello.
Open.
Hello, guv'nor? Hey...
Somebody's come to collect
that big casket.
Yes, yes, the Doctor.
But just one thing, guv'nor.
I thought you said
he was an old geezer with white hair.
Now, let's see
what you can make of this.
-Hello.
-Good morning.
Where are you off to?
I have to check some things out
at the Association.
-Who's the Association?
-They're my friends.
You can meet them later.
Come on now. Give it up.
Goodbye. Close.
Follow me.
-Yes, all right, guv'nor...
-Thank you.
Cheerio, Doctor.
But, Doctor, what about your...
Once we possess
this Hand of Omega, what then?
We shall be on the brink of great power.
-And our agreement?
-You, too, shall share this power.
-If you have the stomach for it.
-What do you mean?
There will be casualties. Many deaths.
War is hell.
It's very good of you to do this
at such short notice.
Nonsense, my dear Doctor.
The grave's been ready for a month.
But Mr Stevens, the grave digger,
was wondering what he should do.
I had to leave suddenly.
You know, forgive me for saying this,
but it seems to me that your voice
has changed somewhat since we last met.
Yes. It has changed.
Several times.
I must say your pallbearers
are very quiet.
-As silent as ghosts, really.
-Yes.
Yes.
Good. Stay with the Doctor.
Watch him and call me back.
Yours is not to reason why,
just to obey orders.
Now just get on with it.
My man has found it.
Yes. But my enemies have found your man.
I obey.
What is the location
of the Renegade Dalek base?
What? Get off me or I'll break...
What is the location
of the Renegade Dalek base?
I don't know what you're talking about.
The Renegade Daleks have defied
the will of the Emperor Dalek.
They must be located and destroyed.
And you are an agent
of the Renegade Daleks.
I work for Mr Ratcliffe.
The Association.
Who do you work for?
-No.
-Who do you work for?
-It is over.
-No. It's only just beginning.
Thank you.
-The Professor said he'd be back by now.
-What was he doing anyway?
Working, unlike some people.
-Have a nice sleep?
-It was okay. You're late.
-I found him wandering the streets.
-I was not wandering the streets.
I was merely contemplating certain
local cartographical anomalies.
-There's a message for you, Mike.
-Oh, thanks.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the Group Captain is expecting us.
Great. Something to do at last.
He specifically ordered
that Ace remain here.
-Professor?
-Ah, Ace. I have a present for you.
-How did you do that?
-Higher technology.
-And, no, I can't tell you how.
-Why not?
You're not ready for it.
No one on this planet is.
-Ladies, Doctor.
-I'll meet you outside.
Sorry, Ace. Work to be done.
Back at 6:00. Have dinner ready.
Toe-rag.
Professor, you can't leave me here.
Ace, I'm trying to
convince Group Captain Gilmore
to keep his men out of trouble.
Otherwise there'll be
a lot of needless deaths.
-You're up to something.
-Yes.
-Then I have to come with you.
-No.
Who else is gonna guard your back?
Will you obey me this once?
I'll explain everything when I return.
-Tell me now.
-I haven't got the time.
All right.
I'll stay here if that's what you want.
Trust me.
The enemy is about to start moving.
You think that
Group Captain Gilmore suspects us?
Ha!
Not the paltry military forces
of your world.
The real enemy.
The Imperial Dalek faction,
may their shields be blighted.
Soon it will be war.
-Are you ready for war, Mr Ratcliffe?
-Yes.
This country fought for the wrong cause
in the last war.
When I spoke out,
they had me imprisoned.
You will be on the right side
in this war.
Group Captain, about the evacuation.
I have been in direct contact
with high command
and they have agreed
to stage a quiet withdrawal
under the Peacetime
Nuclear Accident Provisions.
They felt that given the sensitive state
of the current government...
-Just for a change.
-They felt, Miss Williams,
that the initial stages could be
carried out under the aegis
of the Counter-intrusion Measures,
United Kingdom.
The D-notice office has of course been
informed and a cover story prepared.
-What is it?
-I have no idea, not my department.
Now, Doctor, since you hold my career
in your hands,
I trust you can justify my faith.
With respect, Group Captain,
your career is magnificently irrelevant.
Now, let's see.
Any more transmission sites?
-No. Just at the school.
-Good.
I want a direct line to Jodrell Bank.
Now, let's see, 1963.
The Fylingdale installations
at the Royal Observatory.
Order them to search these localities
for any signs of high orbital activity.
Now...
I want the detector vans moved
so they cover this area here and here.
Order all air and ground forces to
avoid engaging the enemy at all costs.
-We must act with extreme caution.
-And if we don't?
Goodbye civilisation as you know it.
-Mrs Smith?
-Yes.
I'm just going out
for a breath of fresh air.
All right, dear.
This is BBC Television.
The time is 5:15
and Saturday viewing continues
with an adventure in
the new science-fiction series Doctor...
26 by 001.
A big mothership of some kind.
Could have as many as
400 Daleks on board.
-Well, at least we know where it is.
-Much good that does us.
It would be foolish of me, I suppose,
to hope that this mothership
was not nuclear capable.
That ship has weapons capable of
cracking open this planet like an egg.
Got the parts you wanted, Doctor.
Where do you want them?
Good, over here.
Allison, we've located the mothership.
It's in a power geostationary orbit.
-Where?
-Guess.
Right.
-Is that their main base, Doctor?
-For one group at least.
I believe we're dealing with
two antagonistic Dalek factions.
-Two?
-And do they both come from outer space?
From another planet
in the distant future.
We must try and contain them.
Let them destroy each other.
Shouldn't we send for reinforcements,
armoured units?
Listen to me, Group Captain.
That spaceship up there
has surveillance equipment
capable of spotting
a sparrow fall at 15,000 kilometres.
Any sign of a military build-up
and they may simply decide
to sterilise the area.
-And we have no defence?
-Frightening, isn't it?
To find that there are others better
versed at death than human beings.
Hello? Anyone at home?
Attack squad in position.
Lower area clear. Proceed.
Exterminate any aliens.
We obey.
What does it do?
Well, at best, it will interfere
with the Daleks' control systems.
I rigged something like it on Spiridon.
-And the worst?
-It'll do absolutely nothing.
Doctor, Red Nine reports an increase
in modulated signalling.
-Where?
-Oh, just a minute.
Mike, phone up Ace and tell her
someone will come and collect her.
Right.
The signal emanates
from Coal Hill School.
-Multiple sources in close proximity.
-Multiple.
They've got the transmat working again.
-Transmat, what does that mean?
-More Daleks.
Doctor, there's no reply
from my men at the school.
Get a vehicle ready.
Load it up with plastic explosives
-and intrical detonators.
-Right.
Why explosives?
Well, that thing merely disorientates
and weakens them.
What do you expect me to do then?
Talk to them sternly?
Doctor, Mum says that Ace left ages ago.
Small human female sighted on level 3.
Who are you calling small?
Under attack. Under attack.
Vision impaired.
Reinforcements requested.
Human female is now leaving building.
Stay where you are. Do not move.
Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-The stairs!
Oh, sorry.
Ace, Ace, open the door! Hurry, open...
You are the Doctor.
You are the enemy of the Daleks.
You will be exterminated.
Exterminate. Exterminate.
Exterminate.
Exterminate. Exterminate.
Exterminate.
-Doctor.
-What's the matter with him?
-Stomach ache.
-School dinners.
-Professor, he tried to lock you in.
-Ace.
-I'm sorry.
-We must repair the transmat.
Yes.
What are you doing here? Never mind.
Get this thing out of here.
I was ordered to deliver
the ATRs to this position, sir.
-ATRs. Anti-tank rockets.
-Yes, sir.
Will these things be any good
against the Daleks?
It's not the Daleks we're after,
it's the transmat.
You will remain here.
You'll have to sign for them, sir.
Come on.
Hello, love.
What about the Dalek?
Won't it try and stop us?
Quite possibly. Stay close behind.
Hey! It must have gone
back down to the cellar.
You will be exterminated.
Ace, quick, down.
Exterminate.
Eyepiece.
-You destroyed it.
-I aimed for the eyepiece.
This way. Move it, move it.
You fetch the Group Captain. Any more?
-No.
-Did you do that?
-It makes a lot of smoke, doesn't it?
-Yeah.
-You've destroyed it. Good.
-It is not good.
Nothing about this is good.
I've made a grave error of judgement.
Oh, I'm beginning to wish
I never started all this.
Group Captain, I must ask you
to evacuate the immediate area.
-That's an absurd idea.
-Why, Doctor?
I have reason to believe a major Dalek
taskforce could soon be operating here.
-Great.
-Where will this task force arrive from?
I'm certain it is in place,
hidden somewhere in this vicinity.
The other probably from
a mothership-induced stationary orbit.
Be reasonable, Doctor.
Do you doubt the non-terrestrial nature
of the Daleks? I mean, examine this one.
Or better still,
ask your scientific adviser.
Well, Professor.
I'm afraid the Doctor's right.
It is alien.
-You're positive?
-Yes.
Professor, a word.
-This Doctor, do you trust him?
-Well, he knows what he's talking about
and considerably more
than he's telling us.
I think we should go along with him
for now.
-And later?
-You could ask him for an explanation.
I could do a lot more than ask.
Very well, Doctor.
I'll have to get a decision
about this evacuation from my superiors.
-When?
-I should know either way
by tomorrow morning.
I'll see you all then.
I wouldn't touch it if I were you.
It may not be completely dormant yet.
That stench.
Now, Doctor, I have questions
I would like answered.
So have I. I'll return in the morning.
-Doctor, where are you going?
-To bury the past.
-I'm coming with you.
-It is not your past.
You haven't been born yet.
-Would someone look after Ace for me?
-Yes, of course.
Good. I'll borrow this.
Sergeant, have you room for Ace
at your house?
Yeah, sure. Mum runs a boarding house.
I'd like you to meet her.
-Ace.
-Yes.
''Not been born yet.''
What did he mean by that?
Can I help you?
A mug of tea, please.
-Cold night tonight.
-Yes, it is. Bitter, very bitter.
-Where's Harry?
-Visiting his missus.
-She's in hospital.
-Of course. It'll be twins.
Hmm?
Your tea.
Sugar?
Ah, a decision.
-Would it make any difference?
-Would make your tea sweet.
Yes, but beyond the confines
of my taste buds,
-would it make any difference?
-Not really.
-But...
-Yeah?
What if I could control
people's taste buds?
What if I decided that no one would
take sugar? That'd make a difference
to those who sell the sugar
and those that cut the cane.
-My father, he was a cane cutter.
-Exactly. Now, if no one had used sugar,
your father wouldn't have been
a cane cutter.
If this sugar thing had never started,
my great-grandfather
wouldn't have been kidnapped,
chained up and sold in Kingston
in the first place.
I'd be an African.
See, every great decision
creates ripples.
Like a huge boulder dropped in a lake.
The ripples merge, rebound off the banks
in unforeseeable ways.
The heavier the decision,
the larger the waves,
the more uncertain the consequences.
Life's like that.
Best thing is just to get on with it.
Good morning.
I believe this belongs to you.
Yes.
The door was open, so I thought
I'd just pop in and collect my casket.
Ah, well,
I'm afraid the guv'nor is yet to arrive
and I'm afraid I can't just let you...
Which casket would this be?
Oh, I see.
Well, if you could just wait
until the guv'nor arrives. I'm sure...
Yes. That would be perfectly all right.
Oh, good. Splendid.
-Mr, erm...
-Doctor.
Doctor?
Yes, now,
if I might be alone with the...
Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
I'll leave you alone with...
-Thank you.
-I'll just be in the next room if you...
Yes.
Hello.
Open.
Hello, guv'nor? Hey...
Somebody's come to collect
that big casket.
Yes, yes, the Doctor.
But just one thing, guv'nor.
I thought you said
he was an old geezer with white hair.
Now, let's see
what you can make of this.
-Hello.
-Good morning.
Where are you off to?
I have to check some things out
at the Association.
-Who's the Association?
-They're my friends.
You can meet them later.
Come on now. Give it up.
Goodbye. Close.
Follow me.
-Yes, all right, guv'nor...
-Thank you.
Cheerio, Doctor.
But, Doctor, what about your...
Once we possess
this Hand of Omega, what then?
We shall be on the brink of great power.
-And our agreement?
-You, too, shall share this power.
-If you have the stomach for it.
-What do you mean?
There will be casualties. Many deaths.
War is hell.
It's very good of you to do this
at such short notice.
Nonsense, my dear Doctor.
The grave's been ready for a month.
But Mr Stevens, the grave digger,
was wondering what he should do.
I had to leave suddenly.
You know, forgive me for saying this,
but it seems to me that your voice
has changed somewhat since we last met.
Yes. It has changed.
Several times.
I must say your pallbearers
are very quiet.
-As silent as ghosts, really.
-Yes.
Yes.
Good. Stay with the Doctor.
Watch him and call me back.
Yours is not to reason why,
just to obey orders.
Now just get on with it.
My man has found it.
Yes. But my enemies have found your man.
I obey.
What is the location
of the Renegade Dalek base?
What? Get off me or I'll break...
What is the location
of the Renegade Dalek base?
I don't know what you're talking about.
The Renegade Daleks have defied
the will of the Emperor Dalek.
They must be located and destroyed.
And you are an agent
of the Renegade Daleks.
I work for Mr Ratcliffe.
The Association.
Who do you work for?
-No.
-Who do you work for?
-It is over.
-No. It's only just beginning.
Thank you.
-The Professor said he'd be back by now.
-What was he doing anyway?
Working, unlike some people.
-Have a nice sleep?
-It was okay. You're late.
-I found him wandering the streets.
-I was not wandering the streets.
I was merely contemplating certain
local cartographical anomalies.
-There's a message for you, Mike.
-Oh, thanks.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the Group Captain is expecting us.
Great. Something to do at last.
He specifically ordered
that Ace remain here.
-Professor?
-Ah, Ace. I have a present for you.
-How did you do that?
-Higher technology.
-And, no, I can't tell you how.
-Why not?
You're not ready for it.
No one on this planet is.
-Ladies, Doctor.
-I'll meet you outside.
Sorry, Ace. Work to be done.
Back at 6:00. Have dinner ready.
Toe-rag.
Professor, you can't leave me here.
Ace, I'm trying to
convince Group Captain Gilmore
to keep his men out of trouble.
Otherwise there'll be
a lot of needless deaths.
-You're up to something.
-Yes.
-Then I have to come with you.
-No.
Who else is gonna guard your back?
Will you obey me this once?
I'll explain everything when I return.
-Tell me now.
-I haven't got the time.
All right.
I'll stay here if that's what you want.
Trust me.
The enemy is about to start moving.
You think that
Group Captain Gilmore suspects us?
Ha!
Not the paltry military forces
of your world.
The real enemy.
The Imperial Dalek faction,
may their shields be blighted.
Soon it will be war.
-Are you ready for war, Mr Ratcliffe?
-Yes.
This country fought for the wrong cause
in the last war.
When I spoke out,
they had me imprisoned.
You will be on the right side
in this war.
Group Captain, about the evacuation.
I have been in direct contact
with high command
and they have agreed
to stage a quiet withdrawal
under the Peacetime
Nuclear Accident Provisions.
They felt that given the sensitive state
of the current government...
-Just for a change.
-They felt, Miss Williams,
that the initial stages could be
carried out under the aegis
of the Counter-intrusion Measures,
United Kingdom.
The D-notice office has of course been
informed and a cover story prepared.
-What is it?
-I have no idea, not my department.
Now, Doctor, since you hold my career
in your hands,
I trust you can justify my faith.
With respect, Group Captain,
your career is magnificently irrelevant.
Now, let's see.
Any more transmission sites?
-No. Just at the school.
-Good.
I want a direct line to Jodrell Bank.
Now, let's see, 1963.
The Fylingdale installations
at the Royal Observatory.
Order them to search these localities
for any signs of high orbital activity.
Now...
I want the detector vans moved
so they cover this area here and here.
Order all air and ground forces to
avoid engaging the enemy at all costs.
-We must act with extreme caution.
-And if we don't?
Goodbye civilisation as you know it.
-Mrs Smith?
-Yes.
I'm just going out
for a breath of fresh air.
All right, dear.
This is BBC Television.
The time is 5:15
and Saturday viewing continues
with an adventure in
the new science-fiction series Doctor...
26 by 001.
A big mothership of some kind.
Could have as many as
400 Daleks on board.
-Well, at least we know where it is.
-Much good that does us.
It would be foolish of me, I suppose,
to hope that this mothership
was not nuclear capable.
That ship has weapons capable of
cracking open this planet like an egg.
Got the parts you wanted, Doctor.
Where do you want them?
Good, over here.
Allison, we've located the mothership.
It's in a power geostationary orbit.
-Where?
-Guess.
Right.
-Is that their main base, Doctor?
-For one group at least.
I believe we're dealing with
two antagonistic Dalek factions.
-Two?
-And do they both come from outer space?
From another planet
in the distant future.
We must try and contain them.
Let them destroy each other.
Shouldn't we send for reinforcements,
armoured units?
Listen to me, Group Captain.
That spaceship up there
has surveillance equipment
capable of spotting
a sparrow fall at 15,000 kilometres.
Any sign of a military build-up
and they may simply decide
to sterilise the area.
-And we have no defence?
-Frightening, isn't it?
To find that there are others better
versed at death than human beings.
Hello? Anyone at home?
Attack squad in position.
Lower area clear. Proceed.
Exterminate any aliens.
We obey.
What does it do?
Well, at best, it will interfere
with the Daleks' control systems.
I rigged something like it on Spiridon.
-And the worst?
-It'll do absolutely nothing.
Doctor, Red Nine reports an increase
in modulated signalling.
-Where?
-Oh, just a minute.
Mike, phone up Ace and tell her
someone will come and collect her.
Right.
The signal emanates
from Coal Hill School.
-Multiple sources in close proximity.
-Multiple.
They've got the transmat working again.
-Transmat, what does that mean?
-More Daleks.
Doctor, there's no reply
from my men at the school.
Get a vehicle ready.
Load it up with plastic explosives
-and intrical detonators.
-Right.
Why explosives?
Well, that thing merely disorientates
and weakens them.
What do you expect me to do then?
Talk to them sternly?
Doctor, Mum says that Ace left ages ago.
Small human female sighted on level 3.
Who are you calling small?
Under attack. Under attack.
Vision impaired.
Reinforcements requested.
Human female is now leaving building.
Stay where you are. Do not move.
Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.
-Exterminate. Exterminate.