Doctor Who s05e03 Episode Script

Victory of the Daleks

Can't we shut that ruddy thing up? If wishes were kisses Hostile 36, confirm.
Able Victor Charlie down.
That's that's Reg's squadron.
- Sir.
- How many? Looks like a dozen Heinkel at least, sir.
With Messerschmitts flanking.
- Out of range? - Normally, sir, yes.
Well, then.
Time to roll out the secret weapon! Amy Winston Churchill.
Doctor? - Is it you? - Oh, Winston, my old friend! Ah, every time! - What's he after? - TARDIS key, of course.
Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor! The lives that could be saved! Ah, doesn't work like that.
Must I take it by force? I'd like to see you try.
At ease.
You rang? So you've changed your face, again.
Yeah, well, had a bit of work done.
Got it, got it, got it! Cabinet War Rooms, right? Yup.
Top secret heart of the War Office, right under London.
- You're late, by the way.
- Requisitions, sir.
- Excellent.
- Late? - I rang you a month ago.
Really? Sorry.
Sorry, it's a Type 40 TARDIS.
I'm just running her in.
Something the matter, Breen? You look a little down in the dumps.
No, sir.
Fine, sir.
Action this day, Breen! Action this day! Yes, sir.
Excuse me, sir, got another formation coming in, Prime Minister.
Stukas, by the look of them.
We shall go up top then, Group Captain! We'll give 'em what for! - Coming, Doctor? - Why? I have something to show you.
We stand at a crossroads, Doctor.
Quite alone, with our backs to the wall.
Invasion is expected daily.
So I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace.
Such as? Follow me.
- Wow! - Doctor, this is Professor Edwin Bracewell.
Head of our Ironsides Project.
How d'you do? Oh, Doctor Doctor, it's History.
- Ready, Bracewell? - Aye-aye, sir.
On my order! Fire! - What was that? - That wasn't human, that was never human technology.
That sounded like Show me! Show me what that was! Advance! Our new secret weapon! - What do you think? Quite something, eh? - What are you doing here? I am your soldier.
What? - I am your soldier.
- Stop this.
Stop now! You know who I am, you always know.
Your identity is unknown.
Perhaps I can clarify things here, this is one of my Ironsides.
Your what? You will help the Allied cause in any way that you can? - Yes.
- Until the Germans have been utterly smashed? - Yes.
- And what is your ultimate aim? To win the war! They're Daleks! They're called Daleks! They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor! Look! Blueprints, statistics, field-tests, photographs.
He invented them! Invented them? Oh, no, no, no! Yes! He approached one of our brass hats a few months ago.
- Fella's a genius.
- A Scottish genius, too.
- Maybe you should listen to - Shh! He didn't invent them! - They're alien.
- Alien? - And totally hostile! - Precisely.
They will win me the war! Why won't you listen? Why call me in if you won't listen to me?! When I rang you a month ago, I must admit, I had my doubts.
The Ironsides seemed too good to be true.
Yes! Right! So destroy them! Exterminate them! - But imagine what I could do with a hundred! A thousand! - I am imagining.
- Amy, tell him.
- Tell him what? - About the Daleks! What would I know about the Daleks? Everything.
They invaded your world, remember? Planets in the sky, you don't forget that! Amy Tell me you remember the Daleks.
Nope, sorry.
That's not possible.
And 6 2357, over! So they're up to something.
But what is it? What are they after? - Well, let's just ask, shall we? - Amy Amelia! Can I be of assistance? Oh.
Yes.
Yes! See, my friend reckons you're dangerous.
That you're an alien.
Is it true? I am your soldier.
- Yeah.
Got that bit.
Love a squaddie.
What else, though? - Please excuse me.
I have duties to perform.
Winston, Winston, please.
We are waging total war, Doctor! Day after day, the Luftwaffe pound this great city like an iron fist.
- Wait till the Daleks get started.
- Men, women and children slaughtered.
- Families torn apart.
Wren's churches in flame.
- Yeah? Try the Earth in flames! I weep for my country, I weep for my empire.
It is breaking my heart.
But you're resisting, Winston! The whole world knows you're resisting! You're a beacon of hope.
But for how long? Millions of innocent lives will be saved if I use these Ironsides now! Can I be of assistance? Shut it! Listen to me.
Just listen! The Daleks have no conscience.
No mercy.
No pity.
They are my oldest and deadliest enemy.
You cannot trust them! If Hitler invaded hell, I would give a favourable reference to the Devil! These machines will be our salvation! Oh, the all-clear.
We are safe.
For now.
Doctor, it's the all-clear.
Are you OK? What does hate look like, Amy? Hate? It looks like a Dalek.
And I'm going to prove it.
Would you care for some tea? That would be very nice.
Thank you.
All right, Prof! The PM's been filling me in.
Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours.
Amazing.
You must be very proud of them.
- Just doing my bit.
- Not bad for a Paisley boy.
- Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear.
- How did you do it? - Come up with the idea? - How does the muse of invention come to anyone? But you get a lot of these clever notions, do you? Well, ideas just seem to teem from my head! Wonderful things! Like let me show you.
Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight.
Gravity bubbles that could sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere! Came to me in the bath! And are these your ideas or theirs? No, no, no, no.
These robots are entirely under my control, Doctor.
They are Thank you the perfect servant, and the perfect warrior.
I don't know what you're up to, Professor, but whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them! Call them what you like, the Daleks are death! Yes, Doctor.
Death to our enemies! Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich! Yes, Winston, and death to everyone else too! Would you care for some tea? Stop this! What are you doing here? What do you want? We seek only to help you.
- To do what? - To win the war.
Really? Which war? - I do not understand.
- This war? Against the Nazis? Or your war? The war against the rest of the Universe? The war against all life-forms that are not Dalek? I do not understand.
I am your soldier.
Oh, yeah? OK.
- OK, soldier, defend yourself! - Doctor, what the devil?! You do not require tea? Stop it! Prime Minister, please! - Doctor, please, these machines are precious.
- Come on! Fight back! You want to, don't you? You know you do! I must protest! What are you waiting for? You hate me.
You want to kill me.
Well, go on! Kill me.
- Kill me! - Doctor, be careful! Please desist from striking me.
I am your soldier.
You are my enemy! And I am yours! You are everything I despise! The worst thing in all creation.
I've defeated you time and time again, I've defeated you.
I sent you back into the void! I saved the whole of reality from you! I am the Doctor! And you are the Daleks! Correct.
Review testimony.
'I am the Doctor.
And you are the Daleks!' Testimony? What are you talking about, testimony? Transmitting testimony now.
Transmit what, where? Receiving testimony now.
'I am the Doctor! 'And you are the Daleks!' Progenitor activated.
Testimony accepted! Testimony accepted! Testimony accepted! Get back! All of you! Marines! Marines! Get in here! Stop it! Stop it, please! What are you doing? - You are my Ironsides! - We are the Daleks! - But I created you! - No.
We created you! Victory! Victory! Victory! What just happened, Doctor? I wanted to know what they wanted.
What their plan was.
I was their plan! Hey! Commencing Phase Two.
The Progenitor is activated! It begins! "Testimony accepted!" - That's what they said! My testimony.
- Don't beat yourself up.
What do we do? Is this what we do now? Chase after them? This is what I do.
It's dangerous, so wait here.
What, so you mean I've got to stay safe down here in the middle of the London Blitz? Safe as it gets around me.
What does he expect us to do now? KBO, of course.
- What? - Keep buggering on! Bingo! Prime Minister.
Yes? Signal from RDF, sir.
Unidentified object.
Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says.
We can't get a proper fix, though.
It's too far up.
What do you think, Miss Pond? The Doctor's in trouble and now we know where he is.
Yeah.
Cos he'll be on that ship, won't he? - Right in the middle of everything.
- Exactly! Oi! Put that light out! The final phase commences, channel all reserve power to Progenitor.
- How about that cuppa now, then? - It is the Doctor! Exterminate! Wait, wait, wait, I wouldn't if I were you! TARDIS self-destruct.
And you know what that means.
My ship goes, you all go with it.
- You would not use such a device.
- Try me.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
No scans! No nothing! One move and I'll destroy us all, you got that? TARDIS bang-bang, Daleks boom! Good boy.
This ship's pretty beaten up running on empty, I'd say, like you.
When we last met, you were at the end of your rope.
Finished.
One ship survived.
And you fell back through time, yes? Crippled? Dying? We picked up a trace.
One of the Progenitor devices.
Progenitor? What's that when it's at home? It is our past.
And our future.
Ohhh, that's deep.
That is deep for a Dalek.
What does it mean, though? It contains pure Dalek DNA, thousands were created, all were lost, save one.
OK, but there's still one thing I don't get, though if you've got the Progenitor, why build Bracewell? It was necessary.
But why? I get it.
Oh, I get it! I get it.
Oh, ho, this is rich! The Progenitor wouldn't recognise you, would it? It saw you as impure, the DNA is unrecognisable as Dalek.
A solution was devised.
Yes, yes, yes.
Me.
My testimony.
So you set a trap, you knew that the Progenitor would recognise me.
The Daleks' greatest enemy! It would accept my word.
My recognition of you.
No, no, no.
What are you doing? Withdraw now, Doctor, or the city dies in flames.
Who are you kidding? This ship is a wreck, you don't have the power to destroy London.
Watch as the humans destroy themselves.
What the? No! The generators won't switch off! The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister! Has to be them.
Has to be the Daleks.
The Germans can see every inch of the city.
We're sitting ducks.
Get those lights out before the Germans get here! Confirm, Squadron 244 and 56 mobilised.
Emergency, emergency, 109? Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now.
German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir.
- ETA 10 minutes, sir.
- Here they come.
Get a message to Mr Attlee.
War Cabinet meeting at 0300.
- If we're all still here.
- We can't just sit here! We've got to take the fight to the Daleks! How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs.
Oh, look, we must have something.
Oh! Staring us in the face! A gift! From the Daleks! Turn those lights off now.
Turn London off or I swear I will use the TARDIS self-destruct! Stalemate, Doctor.
Leave us, and return to Earth.
Oh, that's it? That's your great victory? You leave? Extinction is not an option.
We shall return to our own time and begin again.
No, no, no! I won't let you get away this time! I won't! We have succeeded DNA reconstruction is complete.
Observe, Doctor, a new Dalek paradigm! The Progenitor has fulfilled our new destiny.
Behold! The restoration of the Daleks! The resurrection of the master race! Bracewell! Put the gun down! My life is a lie, and I choose to end it.
In your own time, Paisley boy.
- Because right now we need your help.
- But those creatures My Ironsides! They made me? I I can remember things.
So many things.
The last war.
The squalor and the mud and the awful, awful misery of it all.
- What am I? What am I? - What you are, sir, is either on our side, or theirs.
Now, I don't give a damn if you're a machine, Bracewell Are you a man? Listen to me.
I understand.
Really, I do.
Look, there is a spaceship up there lighting up London like a Christmas tree.
Thousands of people will die tonight if we don't stop it, and you're the only one who can help take it down.
- I am? - You're alien technology.
You're as clever as the Daleks are.
So start thinking! What about rockets? You got rockets? Cos you said gravity whatsits, hypersonic flight, some kind of missile.
This isn't a fireworks party, Miss Pond! We need proper tactical A missile or? - Or what? - We could send something up there, you say? With a gravity bubble, yes.
Theoretically it's possible we could actually send something into space.
Bracewell It's time to think big! All hail the new Daleks! All hail the new Daleks! Yes, you are inferior! Yes.
Then prepare.
We are ready! Cleanse the unclean! Total obliteration! Disintegrate! - Blimey, what do you do to the ones who mess up? - You are the Doctor! You must be exterminated! Don't mess with me, sweetheart! 'Advancing bombers approaching in strike formation.
' 'Incendiary bombs have hit the East End of London.
' At last! Are they ready? I hope so.
But in the meantime This will pick up Dalek transmissions.
'We are the paradigm of a new Dalek race.
' It's him! It's the Doctor! Scientist, Strategist, Drone.
Eternal.
And the Supreme.
Which would be you, I'm guessing? Well, nice paintjob.
I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you.
'Pretty "supre-eme.
"' He's got company.
New company.
We've got to hurry up! - Yes? Right.
Right, thanks!.
.
- Ready when you are, Prime Minister.
- Splendid! - Spaceship's exact co-ordinates located! Go to it, Group Captain! Go to it! Broadsword to Danny Boy! Broadsword to Danny Boy! Scramble! Scramble! Scramble! Question is, what do we do now? Either you turn off your clever machine or I'll blow you and your new paradigm into eternity.
And yourself.
Occupational hazard.
Scan reveals nothing! TARDIS self-destruct device non-existent! All right, it's a Jammy Dodger, but I was promised tea! Alert! Unidentified projectile approaching! Correction.
Multiple projectiles! What have the humans done? - I don't know.
- Explain! Explain! Explain! Danny Boy to the Doctor! Danny Boy to the Doctor! Are you receiving me? Over.
Oh, Winston! You beauty! Danny Boy to the Doctor! Come in.
Over.
Loud and clear, Danny Boy! Big dish.
Side of the ship.
Blow it up! Over! Exterminate the Doctor! You heard him, Group Captain! Target that dish! Send in all we've got! the dish and stop that signal.
- Over.
- Understood, sir.
Over.
- 'You can count on us! Over.
' Oh, good luck, lads! OK, chaps, let's put London back under cover of darkness.
Tally ho! Cover my back, going in close! Pull out, pull out.
We've lost Jubilee, sir! Over.
Beam still active, sir.
Then send them in again! 'Flintlock's down sir, and the dish seems to be protected.
Over.
' Shields intact, pulse still active.
Danny Boy to the Doctor only me left now.
Anything you can do, sir? Over.
The Doctor to Danny Boy The Doctor to Danny Boy.
I can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long.
Over.
Good show, Doctor, go to it.
Over.
'Going in, wish me luck.
Over.
' Shields de-activated! Energy pulse destroyed! Direct hit, sir! Thank the Lord! Do your worst, Adolf! Danny Boy to the Doctor going in for another attack.
The Doctor to Danny Boy.
The Doctor to Danny Boy.
Destroy this ship! Over.
What about you, Doctor? I'll be OK.
Doctor! Call off your attack! Ah-ha, what? And let you scuttle off back to the future? No fear.
This is the end for you.
- The final end! - Call off the attack, or we will destroy the Earth.
- I'm not stupid, mate! You've just played your last card! - Bracewell is a bomb.
You're bluffing.
Deception's second nature to you.
There isn't a sincere bone in your body.
There isn't a bone in your body! His power is derived from an Oblivion Continuum! Call off your attack, or we will detonate the android.
No! This is my best chance ever! The last of the Daleks! I can rid the Universe of you, once and for all! Then do it.
But we will shatter the planet below! The Earth will die screaming! And if I let you go, you'll be stronger than ever.
A new race of Daleks.
Then choose, Doctor! Destroy the Daleks or save the Earth.
Begin countdown of Oblivion Continuum! Choose, Doctor! Choose! Choose! The Doctor to Danny Boy.
The Doctor to Danny Boy.
Withdraw.
Say again, sir.
Over.
- Withdraw! Return to Earth.
Over and out.
- But sir! There's no time, you have to return to Earth now! Over! The Doctor has failed.
His compassion is his greatest weakness.
Daleks have no such weakness.
Doctor! Ow! Sorry, Professor.
You're a bomb! An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb.
What? There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you a captured wormhole that provides perpetual power.
Detonate that, and the Earth will bleed through into another dimension! Now keep down! Detonation sequence activated.
Time corridor establishing Time jump in thirty rels! - Well? - I dunno, I dunno, I dunno! Never seen one up close before! So, what, they've wired him up to detonate? Not wired him up! He is a bomb.
Walking, talking, exploding! - The moment that flashes red.
- There's a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there? - There's always a blue wire.
Or a red one.
- You're not helping! It's incredible.
He talked to us about his memories.
The Great War Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted in a positronic brain.
Tell me about it.
Bracewell! Tell me about your life! Doctor, I really don't think this is the time! Tell me and prove you're human.
Tell me everything.
Countdown proceeding.
My family ran the Post Office.
It's a little place just near the abbey.
Just by the ash trees.
There used to be eight trees but but there was a storm.
- And your parents? Come on! Tell me! - Good people.
Kind people.
- They They died.
Scarlet fever.
- What was that like? How did it feel? Please How did it make you feel, Edwin? Tell me! Tell me now! It hurt.
It hurts, Doctor, so badly.
Like a wound.
It was worse than a wound.
Like I'd been emptied out.
- There was nothing.
- Good.
Remember it now, Edwin! The ash trees by the Post Office and your mum and dad and losing them and men in the trenches you saw die Remember it! Feel it, because you're human.
You're not like them.
- You are not like the Daleks! - It hurts! Doctor, it hurts so much! Good! Good! Good! Brilliant! Embrace it.
That means you're alive! They cannot explode that bomb, you're a human being! You are flesh and blood! They cannot explode that bomb! Believe it! You are Professor Edwin Bracewell! And you, my friend, are a human being! It's not working, I can't stop it! Hey Paisley.
Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? W What? Hurts, doesn't it? But kind of a good hurt.
I really shouldn't talk about her.
Oh.
There's a her.
- What was her name? - Dorabella.
Dorabella.
It's a lovely name, it's a beautiful name.
What was she like, Edwin? Oh Such a smile.
And her eyes Her eyes were so blue Almost violet.
Like the last touch of sunset on the edge of the world Dorabella - Oblivion Continuum inactive.
- Impossible! Time jump imminent! Prepare! Welcome to the human race.
You're brilliant, you're brilliant And you Now.
Gotta stop them! Stop the Daleks! Wait! Doctor! Wait Wait.
It's too late.
You will never defeat us, Doctor, we will return.
ALL: We will return! Gone.
They've gone.
No, no, no! They can't! They can't have got away from me again! No, I can feel it, my mind is clear.
The Daleks have gone.
Doctor.
It's OK! You did it.
You stopped the bomb.
Doctor? I had a choice.
And they knew I'd choose the Earth.
The Daleks have won.
They beat me.
They've won.
But you saved the Earth.
Not too shabby, is it? - Is it? - No.
It's not too shabby.
It's a brilliant achievement, my dear friend.
Here, have a cigar! No So, what now, then? I still have a war to run, Miss Pond.
- Prime Minister - Oh, thank you.
They hit the Palace and St Paul's again.
Fire crews only just saved it.
- Is she OK? - What? She looks very upset.
Oh, Miss Breen? Her young man didn't make it, I'm afraid.
Just got word.
Shot down over the Channel.
- Where's the Doctor? - Tying up loose ends.
I've taken out all the alien tech Bracewell put in.
Won't you reconsider, Doctor? Those Spitfires would win me the war in 24 hours! - Exactly.
- But why not? Why can't we put an end to all this misery? Oh, it doesn't work like that, Winston.
It's gonna be tough.
There are terrible days to come.
The darkest days.
But you can do it.
- You know you can.
- Stay with us, and help us win through! - The world needs you.
- The world doesn't need me.
- No? The world's got Winston Spencer Churchill.
It's been a pleasure, as always.
Too right.
- Goodbye, Doctor.
- Oh, shall we say adieu? - Indeed.
Goodbye, Miss Pond.
It's.
.
it's been amazing.
- Meeting you.
- I'm sure it has! Oi, Churchill! TARDIS key.
The one you just took from the Doctor.
Oh, she's good, Doctor.
As sharp as a pin! Almost as sharp as me! Hmm KBO! I've been expecting you, Doctor.
I knew this moment had to come.
Moment? It's time to de-activate me.
Is it? Oh yeah.
You have no choice.
I'm Dalek technology.
Can't allow me to go pottering around down here where I have no business.
No, you're dead right, Professor.
I get back here in - what, ten minutes? - More like 15.
Fifteen minutes, yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do.
You are going to be so de-activated.
It's going be like you've never even been activated.
- 15 minutes? - More like 20, if I'm honest.
Once Pond and I see to the urgent thing we've got to see to.
The the See? Very well, Doctor.
I shall wait here and prepare myself.
Yeah, Dalek tech, but a bit slow on the uptake.
That thing we've got to do.
Gonna take half an - hour, realistically, iisn't it, Doctor? - Easily! So no running off, that's what I'm saying.
Don't go trying to find that little Post Office with the ash trees or that girl What was her name? - Dorabella.
- Dorabella.
On no account go looking for her.
Mind you, you can get a lot done in half an hour.
Thank you, thank you, Doctor! Come along, Pond! - So, you have enemies then? - Everyone's got enemies.
Yeah, but mine's the woman outside Budgens with the mental Jack Russell.
You've got, like, you know, arch-enemies.
Suppose so.
And here's me thinking we'd just be running through time, being daft and fixing stuff.
But no.
It's dangerous.
Yup.
Very.
Is that a problem? I'm still here, aren't I? - You're worried about the Daleks.
- I'm always worried about the Daleks.
It'll take time, though, won't it? There's still not many of them.
They'll need a while to build themselves up.
It's not that.
There's something else.
Something we've forgotten.
Or rather you have.
- Me? - You didn't know them, Amy.
You'd never seen them before.
And you should have done.
You should.
- River? - Follow that ship.
- What do you know of the weeping angels? - But it's just a statue.
Until you turn your back.
Stone angel amongst stone statues.
Perfect hiding place.
- We're all in terrible danger.
- Keep looking! - It can't move if you're looking.
- Doctor! - Don't blink, Amy, don't even blink! - The time will be upon us.
The time of angels.
Impossible.
There's no mistake, this is 1963.
What or WHO could have done this? Exterminate! Witness the might of the Daleks!