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(TARDIS WHOOSHING)

(WIND HOWLING)

I don't believe it.

What I'd give for a burger.

This is the pits.

(MUTTERS TO HERSELF)

With my luck, I'll fall in.

Ugh! Forget that!

How do I look?

(QUIETLY) Yuck! (ALOUD) More comfortable than I feel.

- This thing I'm wearing's too tight. - You eat too much.

Hardly. I've just given my lunch to the fish.

Can't I change into something more comfortable?

Certainly not. Blue is the official Colour of mourning on Necros.

And women's legs to be covered at all times.

Sounds positively feudal.

It's polite, not to say safer, to honour local customs.

You should know that by now.

I don't even know this guy we've come to see.

Guy?

Guy?! You are talking about Professor Arthur Stengos.

One of the finest agronomists in the galaxy.

I'm sorry.

I'm even more sorry he's dead,

but that doesn't change the fact that this is uncomfortable.

What was that?

- Do you want me to find out? - No.

Poor old thing. I've warned you about feeding animals.

That was my lunch.

Well, it's the last time I eat any more of your nut roast rolls.

What else is here?

The odd voltrox... The occasional speelsnape.

Do they... bite?

Only each other. Come on.

PERI: You didn't warn me about all this snow.

Lovely, lovely, lovely! Absolutely lovely!

You've excelled yourself, Mr Takis, you really have.

Thank you, Mr Jobel.

This will be the finest perpetual in statement I've ever made,

provided the witch doesn't crumble to dust before we get her underground.

- Not with you in charge, Mr Jobel. - What?

- That was supposed to be a joke. - I'm sorry, Mr Jobel.

This one thinks with her knuckles.

I tell you, Takis, after today we'll go down in funerary history.

Everyone will want our services.

Let's get the day over with first, Mr Jobel.

Always the cautious one, Takis, but you're absolutely right, of course.

What do you want? You're always under my feet.

I'm sorry, Mr Jobel.

I was told to inform you that surveillance has picked up the presidential spacecraft.

Oh! I hope they're on time. She's already started to froth

and we know what that leads to.

Thank goodness that the casket is lead-lined.

I want to see you all in fresh tunic and full funerary make-up

before the president arrives.

Don't want the poor thing uncertain who the corpse is, do we?

- What are you staring at? - You're wasting your time there.

He's not interested in you.

Get on with your work.

This seems to be the only plant that grows in this wilderness.

Herbabaculum vitae.

(TO HERSELF) Herbabaculum vitae.

- Staff of life! - Right. Its common name is the weed plant.

It looks sort of familiar.

It's similar in food value to the soya bean plant on Earth.

Can't understand why it hasn't been cultivated.

- For your collection? - Yeah.

When I get back to Earth, I gotta wow the college with something.

My grades certainly won't.

It is... er... safe to touch?

Usually.

(TWIG CRACKS)

What was that?

- Some small rodent? - With sharp teeth and rabid saliva?

Not on Necros. Well, at least, not rabies.

(SNARLING AND HOWLING)

Come, my friend, be at peace with the world.

(STOPS SNARLING)

Concentrate.

Concentrate. There we are.

Now... what seems to be the problem?

(CREATURE SNARLS AND HOWLS)

Doctor!

PERI: Help! Someone help!

Just hold on, Doctor! Hold on!

(GASPING)

Hey there, you guys. Viddy this!

For those of you who are appreciative of the humanoid female form,

we have a maiden in distress!

Not often we get one of those around here. Usually this place is as quiet as a grave!

But seriously, though, guys, a word of warning.

Remember that although I am playing swinging Sixties sounds,

you are in suspended animation,

and we don't want a repeat of last time, now, do we?

And remember, overheated ventilators are expensive to replace...

Shut the fool off!

It is the Doctor.

Excellent.

My lure has worked.

DALEK: I shall order Daleks to detain him.

No!

It will give me the greater pleasure

to watch his own curiosity deliver him into my hands!

(WHISPERS) You're such an impetuous child. These things kill.

So do guards.

Why did I ever allow myself to be talked into this folly?

- That stuff won't help you. - I can but try.

Look at the state I'm in. I don't know whether my hand shakes from fear

or the delirium tremors.

- Are you ready? - If you must.

One... two... three.

(RAPID GUNSHOTS)

DALEK: Sensors indicate a disturbance on level seven.

Show me!

Inform Takis there are bodysnatchers in the catacombs.

At once!

(BLEEPING)

Why did you attack us?

The disk. You shouldn't have tried to condition me.

I would've reacted similarly had you attacked me.

In many ways, I think you've done me a favour.

It's not been much fun... being like I am.

You wouldn't think I once... looked like you.

- What happened to you? - (GASPS)

The Great Healer.

I'm a product of his... experimentation. (GASPS IN PAIN)

Who is this Great Healer?

(SIGHS)

I killed him,

and he forgave me.

Why did he have to be so nice about it?

You had no choice.

Come on.

DALEK: Takis does not respond.

- Get me Kara and find Tasambeker. - DALEK: I obey.

I want the intruders caught.

(WOMAN'S VOICE ECHOING) Takis... Takis.

(ECHOING) Takis... Takis... Takis.

Ooh, hea-vy!

Hey there, you guys, we have you-know-what in the building.

Looks like somebody could be in for a sudden defrosting.

But seriously though, guys, I think it's time to cool down the pace a little.

You know, I think there's nothing more soothing than a dedication or two. Ye-ah!

(MUSIC: " WHITER SHADE OF PALE" BY PROCOL HARUM)

You know, guys, I get as much of a kick out of reading these

as I know you do hearing them.

You're both in enough trouble as it is.

There are bodysnatchers in the building.

They must've walked in right under your noses.

- Did you see anyone? - No.

- Did you? - No. You see? Must've got in another way.

Enjoy yourselves whilst you can.

Meanwhile.. Find the intruders!

Have that woman brought to me.

(AMERICAN ACCENT) Rock 'n' roll! Hi there, casket 816! Or should I say, "Hi, George"?

This is the DJ with a very special message for you, my friend.

For you! Get down, I say, get down! Congratulations!

And your dear wife Venella, who is still very much alive,

would like to send you her fondest and her sincerest love.

Yeah, she still misses you, my man. She misses you a heck of a lot.

And she would also like to reassure you on this very special day

that her every waking hour is spent administering the research fund

which you set up to find a cure for Beck's Syndrome,

that oh-so-dreadful disease which took you from her side.

I said get down, I said get down, yah!

So, George, from her heart to your heart,

celebrating your long life,

it's some good old Fifties Earth-time rock 'n' roll! Yeah! Go for it!

♪ Well, it's one for the money, two for the show... ♪

You've got a wife and a half, George.

They found a cure for Beck's Syndrome 40 years ago.

It'd be interesting to know what she's really doing with the money.

Hey there, guys! I said hey there, guys!

I said, hey, the maiden in distress is a-coming this way!

I wonder which one of you lucky fellas she's comin' to see!

Well don't all answer at once, will ya!

- Was that thing on guard duty? - Well, so it seems.

Then it's worse than I thought.

All that's supposed to be in these catacombs

are a few thousand stiffs in suspended animation.

No, there's something else going on.

You know too much, Takis.

DALEK: Kara ls now available.

I shall speak to her.

Ah... my dear Kara.

- This is it. - Why did I let you talk me into this?

- Get on with it. - A bit of tomb-robbing is one thing,

but did we have to kill that guard?

Look, I don't want to be here anymore than you do

but that's supposed to be my father in there

and I want to know why the courts were so unwilling

to let me have his body back. Now, hurry up!

- You can't rush this sort of thing. - Neither can we hang around here!

If I open that door too soon, the molecular structure of the body will break down.

Poor old Stengos will turn into a pool of high-protein water!

Even if I were confident I could reconstitute him,

we do not have a suitable vessel into which he could be ladled.

- Excuse me. - Hurry up and get on with it.

Don't you ever listen? I'm a doctor, not a magician. You'll kill him.

It's all very well to make these demands,

but you already take most of the profits my factories make.

I created the product you manufacture. I have a right to the money.

I'm well aware of that, Great Healer.

I would willingly sell the bones of Vogel here if it would help your cause

- I would give them willingly. - You see how devoted we are.

But you'd get very little for him, dead or alive, and I would be without a secretary.

Good secretaries are very hard to find.

I do not wish to hear any more from your prattling tongue...

Forgive me. I... I want...

I need more money.

I cannot complete my researches without it.

We'll do our best for you.

I'm sure Vogel can engage in a little creative accountancy on your behalf.

I already do, Madam. I'm a past master at the double entry.

Then you must make it triple. You heard what Davros said. He needs the money.

Do not call me by my name on an open channel!

Oh, I'm so sorry, Great Healer.

Such is my enthusiasm for your cause,

my tongue sometimes speaks what my mind would not dare to think.

- Please accept my apologies. - I would sooner accept your money.

(BOTH LAUGH UNCOMFORTABLY)

- Has Orcini arrived? - He has, madam.

Then send him in.

(HUSHED VOICES)

If you wish to gossip, there is a rest room provided, you know.

- I'm sorry, Mr Jobel. - Oh, I might have guessed you'd be here.

- An attendant has been murdered. - It's a pity it couldn't have been you.

Oh, I do wish you'd get used to my sense of humour.

Sorry, Mr Jobel.

Why are you taking him to my preparation room?

- That is not the mortuary. - He's been badly damaged.

- He'll require cosmetic embalming. - Don't you ever listen?

I have the president's wife out there

and I can tell you that she is... er... she is far more active now

than she ever was when she was alive.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Jobel. - I wish you'd stop apologising!

- I'm sorry, Mr Jobel. - Ihaven't got time to deal with him.

- Perhaps I could deal with him. - I beg your pardon?

I am a third-year student and I've studied your methods very closely.

The way you get under my feet, I...

I sometimes think too closely.

He certainly is in a mess and I suppose you can't make him look any worse.

- Oh, thank you, Mr Jobel. - Now, get him away from here.

Certainly, Mr Jobel. Thank you.

Before you start hacking him around, the Great Healer wants to see you.

Though why I should be the messenger boy,

I... I don't know.

DAVROS: You are a fool, Jobel.

I have offered you immortality,

but you are content to play with the bodies of the dead.

Soon, you will join their number!

(MACHINE BLEEPS)

You were wrong. The body is here.

Unwrap it.

As you wish. Why do I allow myself to get involved in such lunatic situations?

- You see? They have taken him. - (DOOR OPENS)

- Hold it! - Run!

Fire!

- No door. - This is ridiculous.

- I told you we should've come by TARDIS. - There must be a door.

No door, no letter box. No letter box, no post.

Your logic's impeccable, but for one thing. Most of the people in there are dead.

Resting in suspended animation, Peri, not dead. There is a difference.

Maybe. But there's still no door.

- Well, only one thing left. - Go back.

Certainly not. We go over the top.

- You're joking. - How do you think I feel?

I'm a 900-year-old Time Lord.

Not much dignity in scrambling over a wall

like a small boy into an orchard on a scrumping spree.

OK.

- But don't drop me. - Drop you?

(GASPS) I'll be lucky if I can lift you, the amount you weigh!

PERI: Oh, watch it, porky!

Oh, no!

I... I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I wouldn't have had it happen for the world.

Forget it. I rarely use it.

But I know how fond of it you were.

Just don't go on about it.

I shall learn to live without it.

I'll find you a new one.

On Necros?

Well, it wouldn't have happened if we'd been able to find a door.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Ooh.

There's no future down there. That way only takes us deeper underground.

You should have studied your map a little closer.

I stayed up all night studying it.

The lack of alternative exits depressed me no end.

If you'd studied it with a clearer mind,

you would have noticed that there's a service lift to every level.

- Is there? - Come on.

- (WHIRRING) - Daleks!

We could try another level.

There isn't time. I must make contact the others.

(LOW-PITCHED RHYTHMIC BEAT)

Inform Takis.

(LOW-PITCHED RHYTHMIC BEAT)

Reminds me of when I was at medical school.

It's gruesome.

- Are they human brains? - Yes.

Do you think that thing'll work down here?

I must make contact with the others.

We're not going out of here alive, are we?

I don't know.

I have this terrible fear I'll die begging for mercy.

Pride isn't important at the moment of death.

It is to me.

- They won't torture us, will they? - You're becoming morbid.

Instant death doesn't bother me, it's the long, lingering kind I'm worried about.

You forget I'm a doctor. When they slice me open,

I'll know the name and function of each organ that plops out.

Well, at least you won't die in ignorance.

You're right, this place is gruesome.

A complete head.

Na... Tasha.

He knows you.

He's my father.

Na... Tasha.

Now, listen, you guys.

I don't wish to alarm you,

but there's some pretty weird things going on out here.

As you know, we have snatchers in the complex,

but it gets even creepier when the word is

that the snatchers have been out-snatched.

So, if any of you guys are able,

lock yourselves in your caskets now,

snap down those bolts,

otherwise you could find yourselves on the outside

going who... knows... where!

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

Suddenly everyone sees and knows too much!

My mind

has been conditioned

to serve a new master.

So you keep saying, but who is this person?

- I... can't remember. - Why not? You remembered who I am.

You are my daughter.

How could I forget that?

Who... is this with you?

A friend.

Why have they done this to you?

I am to become a DALEK.

We are all to become Daleks.

(MECHANICALLY) We are to serve a new order.

We are to become the supreme beings.

- (HUMANLY) Help me, Natasha! - What can I do?

We must multiply.

The seed of the Daleks must be supreme!

We must conquer and destroy all those who resist the power of the Daleks!

- Kill me, child! - I can't!

It is our duty to eradicate all those

who wish to pollute the purity of the DALEK race.

If you ever loved me, Natasha, kill me!

- Kill me! - Let me do it.

No!

It is vital the Daleks are supreme in all things!

I've got to get out of here!

Going somewhere?

Ahh!

Enough.

What about those she's killed? I must mark her.

I said, enough.

Take them.

My dear Orcini.

I would have greeted you on your arrival,

but a small crisis in the process department diverted me.

My sincerest apologies.

It is rare for someone in my profession to meet a client on their home territory.

Assassins, like debt collectors, are rarely welcome.

When we are allowed on the premises, it's usually through the side door.

- He is a philosopher. How charming. - I sensed it at once, madam.

I think we shall get on very well.

- Bostock, my squire. - Lady.

I'm afraid the only philosophy practised by Bostock

is to do as little about his personal hygiene as possible.

And why not? The odour of nature has charms all its own.

My very sentiments, Lady.

He may smell like rotting flesh, but he's an excellent squire.

- Indeed? - Be seated, gentlemen.

- We prefer to stand. - Of course. How foolish.

As men of action, you must be like coiled springs. Alert, ready to pounce.

Nothing so romantic. I have an artificial leg with a faulty hydraulic valve.

When seated, the valve is inclined to jam.

Perhaps you would like one of our engineers to repair it for you.

I prefer the inconvenience. Constant reminder of my mortality.

Helps me to keep my mind alert.

Oh, Vogel, we have a master craftsman here!

I feel humbled in his presence.

Oh, no wonder your reputation is like a fanfare through the galaxy!

I take little joy from my work. That, I leave to Bostock.

I prefer the contemplative life.

It isn't always easy to find so, to cleanse my conscience,

I give what fee I receive to charity.

Such commitment.

You are indeed the man for our cause.

As you must know, our factories are dedicated

to producing a high-protein concentrate.

This we sell to developing planets for such a ridiculously low price,

it embarrasses and frustrates my accountants.

I am aware that this product has eliminated famine from the galaxy.

Tastes 'orrible, though.

That our scientists are working to improve.

Indeed. As everything we do here is to improve the quality of life for others.

If only we could be left to get on with our work, madam.

I know.

As in any paradise, my dear Orcini, there is always a serpent.

And our malignancy is a particularly vile one. He calls himself the Great Healer.

- I've heard of him. - A pretentious title

for a decidedly evil man.

Not much of him.

Nevertheless, he holds this planet in a grip of fear.

He bleeds my factories dry with his constant demands for money.

- His countenance is familiar. - Then let me put a name to it.

- Davros. - Davros.

- You know him, Bostock? - I know him, master.

He sits like a spider at the heart of this planet,

using the money he extorts from us to rebuild his disgusting...

Creatures of hate! Daleks!

- Fascinating. - What a kill Davros would be, master!

Like the old days, Bostock. A crusade against evil.

Destroy Davros and your name will become a legend for all time!

You've no idea how long I've waited for a noble cause,

to once again kill for honour and glory!

- Then you will do it? - Of course.

DOCTOR (ON MONITOR): There you are, Tranquil Repose.

(DAVROS TITTERS)

PERI: That doesn't sound very alien.

DOCTOR: Well, what did you expect?

PERI: I don't know. Something more ethereal.

Tranquil Repose. Ugh.

Sounds kind of... yuck! The sort of name we'd come up with in the States.

America doesn't have the monopoly on bad taste.

I know that. It's just the way you talked about your friend.

I didn't expect to find him in a place with such a tacky name.

To be perfectly honest, neither did I.

Arthur Stengos wasn't the type to artificially extend his life

and to hang around in the vain hope that someone

might come up with a cure for the organic breakdown of his body

- isn't him at all. - Now you tell me.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I knew there was a reason we materialised in the middle of nowhere?

I was simply being cautious. Or would you rather I had burdened you

with what might have been a piece of paranoid speculation on my part?

- But it wasn't. - We know that now.

But when I first heard the news of Stengos's death, I couldn't be certain.

Well, shouldn't we go back to the TARDIS? I'd feel safer if we did.

The TARDIS is bound to attract attention. I want to slip in unnoticed.

(DAVROS LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

Now, this is a big day for Tranquil Repose

and I don't want anything to go wrong.

The key word is "respect".

To you, the president's wife is a stiff,

but to him, she's a loved one

who has passed on to pastures finer and lusher than those she knew in life.

Now, although the president has yet to arrive,

the utmost decorum and good taste will be shown from this moment on.

Black cotton gloves will be worn at all times

and there will be no drinking, swearing or smoking of herbal mixture

in the presence of the deceased.

Are you picking your nose?

- I should hope not. - (GIGGLING)

All necessary conversations will be conducted in a whisper.

And anyone who breaks these rules, inadvertently or deliberately,

between now and the president's departure

will find themselves scrubbing out the preparation room

for the next month with a toothbrush.

Understood?

Dismissed.

- Nice, isn't it? - Incredibly compact.

- Exquisite workmanship. - Our engineers do such wonderful work.

They're like a double act.

What's this box do?

- It's a one-way transmitter. - Bit big.

It has a necessary built-in booster.

Davros' laboratories are deep in the catacombs.

And like the speelsnape, he hides his head under a rock

and pretends that nothing can see him.

Will that help us find Davros

or do you want a running commentary on what we're doing?

Even with Davros dead, he's not without his followers.

And like the disciples of any fanatic, they will not give up without a struggle.

As you can see, the box has a series of buttons.

I will give you a simple five-digit sequence,

which will activate the transmitter.

This you must do the moment you enter Davros' laboratory.

The moment you strike the final button, a pre-recorded signal will be transmitted.

I will then mobilise my forces

to eliminate Davros' agents here and to take over his entire base.

No message, no rebellion. And madam remains safe.

What if the box is captured?

No, if the transmitter is tampered with in any way,

the message contained in the circuit will simply melt away.

- Our engineers have thought of everything. - I don't like it. Too many safeguards.

It's as though we're expected to be caught.

Bostock is a born pessimist. A doubter of other people's motives.

As a rule, his instincts are infallible.

The only time I didn't listen to him, I received this.

My dear Orcini, if we had any doubts concerning your skill,

do you really think we should be having this conversation?

Your reputation is legend. It's said you only have to breathe on a victim and he's dead.

Oh, I never listen to the foolish things people say about me.

I'm too aware of my own mortality, as you should be of yours.

Of course, of course. But you must appreciate

that the safety features of this box are a mere precaution.

No one expects you to fail. I should have too much to lose if you did.

- That makes sense. - Yes, but understand.

If at any time I smell treachery,

the skill I will use against Davros will be turned against you.

Of course.

Good. I'm not interested in your political ambitions.

I undertake this mission for one reason only - the honour of killing Davros.

We shall need maps showing his precise location.

They're all prepared.

- And transport. - Also arranged.

But, for obvious reasons, it can only take you to the edge of Davros' scanners.

The walk will do us good. You will not hear from us again except as a signal from this.

Which we shall await in eager anticipation.

Orcini... I have yet to give you the sequence.

Of course.

Oh... the Great Healer sent for me.

Yes, child.

I have been watching your progress this last few months.

- I am pleased with what I see. - Thank you, Great Healer.

You have a good attitude to your work and you have a... pleasing personality.

- Who is your head of department? - Mr Jobel.

Of course.

I shall speak to him. Tell him, if you are agreeable, of course

that I should like you transferred to my personal staff.

- Oh, I should be delighted and honoured. - Good.

You will find the work very different from that you have been used to,

but I'm sure you will not find it unrewarding.

Thank you.

Please me,

and I can offer you

the universe.

Stay with me.

See what goes on here.

I will tell Jobel where you are.

Thank you.

Look!

- What was it? - I don't know. Some sort of machinery.

Whatever it was, it's gone.

- I suggest you take a look behind you. - Hm?

Does it look familiar?

I don't believe it.

I just don't believe it.

Why do you keep on and on about bodysnatching?

He was my father!

You could have legally applied for his body.

Do you think I didn't try?

The law works against you. It's impossible to get a body back from here.

So you decided to steal it.

- Let's not go over all that again. - Agreed. It is rather a waste of time.

- Shut your face! - I've had enough of this.

Tell them the truth.

You don't need to. It's suddenly become obvious.

You can't get a body back from here

because those who make the law don't want you to.

He's right. For a drunk, he's not so stupid.

- I don't understand. - There isn't room for them.

The idea of this place just doesn't work.

The galaxy can barely support the people alive now.

And not only that, there are a lot of important people here.

Just imagine what would happen if they went home.

They'd be in direct competition with those now holding power.

- Those who presently make the law. - That isn't fair!

Neither is the fact that you'll be hanged.

Bodysnatching is a capital offence on Necros.

Not when there isn't a body. Attempting to steal a mannequin

can hardly carry a death penalty.

- This one has suddenly woken up. - There'll be a body.

But in how many pieces?

You know as well as I do, the only part of Stengos that exists is his head.

The remains you produce for the court will have to be manufactured.

That will be difficult to prove.

I am, of course, assuming there will be a trial.

The due process of the law will be seen to be done.

I'm delighted, if somewhat amazed, to hear it.

- We must maintain our credibility. - Enough.

What we want to know are the names of your accomplices.

Oh, really?

- You were saying? - Don't tell him.

Lilt... soften him up.

I'm going for a walk. Let me know when he decides to talk.

- Ahh! (CHOKES) - Don't! You'll kill him!

Ahhh! Ahhh!

Hey, you guys, what's going on here?

This guy looks like the walking dead.

Hey, which one of you guys is out la your casket?

No... no.

Well, don't you like it?

It's not a bad likeness.

- This is dreadful. - Is it?

This is the Garden of Fond Memories.

I've somehow managed to arrive after my own death.

- It's not possible. - In the TARDIS it is.

This statue is here of me as I am now.

I shall never again regenerate.

The statue's a joke. Someone's having you on.

No, I've arrived in my own future,

- and I'm dead. - You can't be.

Look at it this way. If I were to take you back to Earth after you had died,

it would be possible for you to see your own gravestone.

- Well, it's a gag. - Gag?!

Gag? Do you realise how much a thing like that would cost?

Far too much for someone to play fun and games.

I thought I was good for a few more regenerations.

Well, if you're gonna die here, what's gonna happen to me?

I can't fly the TARDIS. I'd be stuck here.

Unless there's a statue of me here somewhere.

I never thought precognisance of my own death would be so disturbing.

Can't see one. Doctor, the statue! Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!