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I remember now.
I must kill.
Kill.
Kill him.
You killed Jeff.
It was him or you.
You didn't give her a chance.
You shot him down like an animal.
You just shot him down.
A vargathorn.
Vargathorn.
What's he going to do?
He'll end up the way Garvey is.
He'll have to kill you.
Really?
Let's get back into the ship.
What about his personal effects?
Hurry up.
I didn't intend to tell you anything.
But since we're stuck on this planet and Garvey's dead, there are some facts that you're entitled to know.
Yeah.
Jeff Garvey's dead.
And we flew together for the last ten years.
And now he's dead and you killed him.
You better explain that fact and make it good.
Sit down and take a look at this.
I don't know.
Space security service.
License to kill.
That's right.
Count me out.
This other document gives me the authority to enlist the aid of any person, civil or military.
You were just enlisted.
From now on, Lowry,
you can take your orders from me.
All right, all right.
But I don't fully understand.
Better fill in a few details.
All right.
I suppose you've heard of the Daleks.
The Daleks invaded Earth a thousand years ago.
That's right.
Well, they haven't been active in our galaxy for some time now, but that doesn't mean they've exactly been sitting around.
In the last 500 years, they've gained control of over 70 planets in the ninth galactic system,
and 40 more in the constellation of Mios.
I can see why that should concern us.
I mean, they're both millions of light years away from our galaxy.
That's what we all thought.
But about a week ago, we had a report from the captain of a space freighter.
His navigator spotted a spaceship of a type never before used in our system.
He saw it only for a second, but he gave us a good description.
So?
What he described was a Dalek spaceship.
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Freighter XN2, freighter XN2, come in, please.
Come in, please.
Can you make it work?
It's got to work.
It may have been damaged in a crash.
We must keep on trying.
Have you tested the link pulses?
I know what I'm doing.
Right, all right, so the link pulses work.
There could be something else wrong with it.
I promise that.
If you tested that, without that, you'd never break through the atmosphere.
How can I possibly test that?
We've just got to take a chance that it hasn't been damaged.
Freighter XN2, freighter XN2, come in, please.
Come in, please.
It's useless.
Are you sure we can't repair this ship?
Well, there's not a chance.
So you think that the Daleks have established some sort of base here, is that it?
It could be.
This is the most hostile planet in the universe.
People from other civilizations avoid it.
I suddenly had a hunch that this might make an ideal place for any secret preparations that the Daleks wanted to make.
That's why we brought this ship down here.
Did you tell anybody else about this hunch of yours?
No one.
Not even your commander.
I just asked for a couple of men and a small rocket.
I didn't even tell him what for.
Then why are you telling me?
Because of this.
A form from a Varga plant.
A thing, part animal, part vegetable.
Looks like a cactus.
The poison attacks the brain.
Rational thought is replaced by an overwhelming desire to kill.
Eventually the poison seeps through the system and the victim is gradually transformed into a Varga.
What's that got to do with the Daleks?
The only place in the universe where Vargas grow naturally is on the Daleks' own planet Skaro.
If the Vargas are here, the Daleks are too.
I will receive your reports.
First, space station.
I will receive your reports.
First, space monitor control.
Space monitor control.
Space monitors from the seven planets will arrive as arranged.
Then the conference will begin at first, son.
Security report.
Security control.
Position of alien spacecraft located.
Our patrol will reach it shortly.
And its occupants must be totally destroyed.
Destroyed. Destroyed.
It will be done.
What's going on?
Vargas. They're closing in.
Too late to say they can move?
Very slowly.
Look, they use their roots to drag themselves along.
How long are you going to be with this rescue beacon?
This is the recording part.
So if it wasn't damaged in the crash...
We'll soon find out. Can you fix this capsule up?
Well, that's easy enough.
But this is the recording mechanism for the message.
We sent the rocket into space without this.
Not only would we not be rescued, as you pointed out earlier, no one would even know we were here.
How do you have them attached, then?
Oh, they're all right. They're as keen to get out of here as you are.
Give me those pliers, honey.
No.
You know you're finished.
Good.
I don't know how long we've got.
And the Daleks must know we're here.
They'll be coming for us soon.
I still think you're jumping to conclusions, you know.
I mean, just because these, what are they, Varga things grow here, there's no proof that the Daleks are here, too.
Take my word for it, they're here all right.
Just because these Varga things grow here naturally, I mean, it's possible, isn't it?
No. They were developed in diet laboratories.
They grow them to give themselves protection.
Well, if they're synthetic, that means we stop asking questions and get on with the work.
Acept our greetings, Indicated Alien Spacecraft.
We will close on it from two directions.
We are back.
Those things are getting too close to comfort.
I'll fix them.
It's no good, Lowry.
They'll only grow again as fast as you can shoot them.
A little about a trial.
Get back to the beacon.
You sure it'll work?
Well, it should work.
Standard safety equipment of all rocket ships.
What does it do exactly?
Well, you record the message, SOS, on this just like an ordinary tape recorder.
The rocket launcher shoots its eye into orbit.
Once it's in orbit, it transmits the message. Simple.
From what we know about the Daleks, we've got to be picked up.
It's tuned into a special frequency and a listening post all over the galaxy.
Our people should get the message.
And all we have to do is to stay alive until they get here.
That's the biggest rocket ship I've ever seen.
It's like nothing we've done.
It's from another galaxy.
What's it doing in a gulf of second planet like this?
I don't know.
But I'll tell you this.
There's something very big going on here.
And if the Daleks are involved, you can bet your life our whole galaxy is in danger.
The ship from the planet Chiron and the beginning of the Great Alliance.
That should just about do it.
Give him the capsule lid. I'll record the message.
What is it?
There's something out there moving.
Fogs?
No. Moving too quickly.
Come on, we've got to get away.
What about the distress signal?
We'll take a different route.
We'll go to the city and get a chance.
All right.
We'll try it over here.
They won't be the only ones.
So watch out.
Come on.
The ship is empty.
The crew have gone.
We will search for them.
Destroy the ship.
Fire!
It's just falling apart.
Come on.
Come on, men.
Come on. They've been looking for us now.
Report destruction of alien ship to control.
I obey.
Advise that we will now seek out the crew.
Alert all patrols.
We obey.
With the arrival of our ally, Malpha, we are enough.
The meeting can now begin.
No, it can't.
What is wrong?
There is a hostile presence among us.
What do you mean?
On arrival here, I am told that there are hostile influences from the solar system among us.
Not among us.
Then here on the planet Kam'Bel.
Some beings have landed from the planet Earth, hostile beings from the center of the solar system.
But do not worry.
Their spaceship has been destroyed.
What about the beings?
They cannot escape.
At this moment, they are being hunted down.
They will be destroyed.
Are you sure?
They cannot get away.
Suppose they send a message through this universe.
They will not have time.
If they do not die by our vulgar plants, my patrols will kill them.
They will be exterminated.
Exterminated.
This way.
Agreed?
Agreed.
All agreed.
It is done.
The seven great powers of the outer galaxies are one.
Our galactic journey continues.
This is indeed a historic moment in the history of the universe.
We six from the outer galaxies join with the power from the solar system, the Daleks.
The seven of us represent the greatest war force ever assembled.
Conquest is assured.
Mars.
Venus.
Jupiter.
The moon colonies.
They will all fall before our might, but the first of them will be us.
We have to get this cut soon and fast.
There is a city down there, a Dalek city.
I got quite close.
I have to hear an announcement through the loudspeaker system.
I want to hear it.
Our whole galaxy is to be invaded and destroyed.
What?
Kill.
The bug.
That's right.
Soon, soon it will be one of us.
Kill.
This is Mark Corrie, present security service reporting from the planet Kembal.
The Daleks are planning the complete destruction of our galaxy.
We are being attacked by the powers of the outer galaxies.
A war force is being assembled.
Seismic detector is registering.
The crew from the rocket ship must be in this direction.
Are they to be taken for questioning?
No, they are to be exterminated.
Destroy them on sight.
Destroy and exterminate.
Our galaxy is to be saved.
Whoever receives this message must relay this information to Earth immediately.
It is vital.
Defence mechanisms are putting to operation at once.
Message ends.
Fire.
He is dead.
Our plans for the galactic conquest are safe.
Whatever information he discovered has died with him.
Return to the city.
We are back.
Now all is ready.
We at this table pledge our allegiance to the Dalek cause.
Our armies will reduce the galaxies to ashes.
Their people to dust.
And Earth we will conquer first.
Victory.