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Who are you?
Answer!
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We have to get in there.
What about the wire?
It's too pliable.
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This old lease box was for a collector of curious.
But it belongs to me!
But why is it so important to you?
Because...
Because of what's inside it and because it happens to me by property.
Look, where is it?
At the back.
Well, is there another way through? This door is locked.
We might be able to get over the yard gates.
You see, this door has an electric lock on it.
You're going to show me where this yard of yours is.
I say, if it's a police box, shouldn't we get the police?
Doctor!
That's Kennedy!
He's dead!
What are you doing?
Getting the police.
I don't think you ought to touch anything. I'll be as quick as I can.
Shouldn't we have let him go?
No, he's doing the right thing.
But the TARDIS!
Yes, well, we'll have to find it before he comes back.
Now, I wonder what this telephone interference is.
Once the water field's cleared out.
Why make an appointment to see us at ten?
Well, obviously he doesn't know he's going to have a fight with Kennedy.
Oh, come on, Doctor, let's find the TARDIS and go!
Yes, yes, the TARDIS.
Now, how did he die?
His limbs are stiff.
His hands clenched.
Look, he died in horrible agony. Look at his face.
Hello?
What?
It's your picture!
Yes.
Now, he fell like that with his arms stretched out.
Jamie, go out into the hall and measure the length of it up to the door here.
Fourteen, fifteen.
But it's only five from the door to the wall.
There must be another room behind here.
Hey, Doctor!
Yes?
The keyhole!
Yes, you're right.
Water field will have the key.
We'd better find something to prise it open with.
Well, look at this.
That's where your telephone interference is coming from.
Yes, this is interesting.
Hey, give her half of your picture!
Yes.
Don't open that!
Well, come on, here.
Here we are.
It's funny.
There were a couple of other gentlemen here.
They seem to have disappeared.
Hello, sir!
Are you feeling better?
Oh, you did have a party last night, didn't you, sir?
The master sent this in for you.
The master?
Mr. Waterfield?
Oh, no, sir.
Mr. Maxtable.
Mr. Waterfield came back from abroad last night, sir.
With you and the young gentleman.
Don't you remember?
Not very well, no.
Oh!
I'd best not wake him.
What's your name?
Molly Dawson, sir.
This, sir, works remarkably quickly, doesn't it?
Am I to pour some more?
No, no, thank you, Molly.
But you can tell me what the date is.
The date?
Yes, I'm feeling very much better.
But I don't seem to be able to remember the date and where I am.
Molly, that will do.
The answers you require, sir, might come better from me.
My name is Theodore Maxtable, and I am the owner of this house.
Pray don't get up.
I have the greatest sympathy for your condition,
since I was the cause of it.
And this is Mr. Edward Waterfield, I presume.
You don't keep your appointments, do you?
There were circumstances.
Yes, indeed, there were.
Please, please, doctor.
First things first.
You asked what date it was and where you were.
Yes.
Well?
You are in my house, some miles from Canterbury.
The date is June 2, 1866.
And just what do you think you're up to?
You steal my property,
you spit at Jamie and me a hundred years back in time,
and you murder a man along the way.
We had nothing to do with the death of that man.
I don't believe you.
You will believe, doctor.
We are all of us the victims of a higher power,
a power more evil and more terrible than the human brain can imagine.
Power?
Victims? What do you mean?
They've taken my daughter, Victoria.
Who are they?
You will not be kept in suspense very much longer, doctor.
Pray come with us,
and we will show you how it all began.
Doctor, do whatever it is they ask, I beg of you.
My daughter's life is in your hands.
I will listen, I promise.
Is, uh...
Is that your daughter?
No, sir.
That is a painting of my wife as a young girl.
She is dead now, rest her soul.
But Victoria is the image of her.
You have not eaten.
You will eat.
That is an order.
Arms up!
Yes.
You will not feed the flying pests outside.
Arms up!
Yes.
Move to the machine.
Move!
The weight of your body has fallen by 17 ounces.
What do you expect?
For pity's sake, let me go!
Speak when you are told to speak!
More food will come.
Eat it, or you will be fed by force!
Here we are, Doctor.
This is hallowed ground.
Here we shall not be disturbed by the servants.
Yes.
Yes, very impressive.
And now perhaps you'll explain what all this is about.
Patience, my dear sir, a little longer.
Patience?
You don't seem to understand what's happened.
A man has been murdered!
You behave as though we're going on a Sunday school outing.
Neither Whitefield nor I were responsible for his death.
A cigar?
Why have you brought us here?
Who are these enemies of yours?
These ones you say control you.
Brilliant minds, Doctor.
They are monsters.
Oh, I admit, Waterfield, they have behaved callously.
Inhuman monsters.
Inhuman?
Creations of the devil.
Let me explain.
Please do!
I have always been fascinated by the concept of traveling through time.
Waterfield here is an expert in certain technical manners,
and I have the money to indulge my whims.
Everything you see about you here was constructed by us two.
To try to find a way of exploring time?
Yes.
Now this is my theory.
A mirror reflects an image, does it not?
Yes.
So, you may be standing there, and yet appear to be standing 50 feet away.
Well, following the new investigations 12 years ago by J. Clark Maxwell into electromagnetism,
and the experiments by Faraday into static electricity...
Static?
Correct.
Waterfield and I first attempted to define the image in the mirror, and then to project it.
In here, Doctor, are 144 separate mirrors, and each is of polished metal.
Each is subjected to electric charges, all positive.
Like repels like in electricity, Doctor.
And so next, Waterfield and I attempted to repel the image in the mirrors, wherever we directed.
You mentioned static electricity.
That was our last experiment.
Negative and positive electricity had failed, so we tried static.
If only we could have known the powers we were going to unleash.
Powers?
In the middle of our final test with static, creatures burst out of the cabinet, invaded the house, took away my daughter.
Oh, my dear fellow.
My dear, dear fellow.
But we shall win through, now that the Doctor is here.
These creatures...
We had opened the way for them with our experiment.
They forced me into the horror of time travel, Doctor.
They ordered me to steal a box belonging to you, and thus lure you into a trap and transport you here, together with your colleague, Mr. McCrimmon.
They knew about me, these creatures.
They gave us likenesses.
What could I do?
They said my daughter would die.
What are they called, these creatures?
Doctor!
Doctor! Now do you understand?
Oh, yes.
Perfect, eh?
Move back!
Our plan has worked.
We shall triumph.
You will obey?
Obey. Obey. What do you want?
We have your time ship.
We will destroy it unless you help us with an experiment.
What experiment?
You will help the Daleks test another human being.
What sort of test?
Do not question!
I will not be your slave!
Doctor, I beg you!
No harm will come to you if you agree.
Where is your companion?
Jamie?
He is in the house.
I have done everything you asked me to.
Why do you ask about Jamie?
He is the human being who is to be tested.
What do you mean? Tested how?
Silence!
You will reveal nothing to your companion.
Obey the Daleks!
You are in our power!
What have you done with your infernal meddling?
What is this test?
Do either of you know?
No.
I believe I do.
They, I mean the Daleks,
tell me they have always been defeated by human beings.
In the long run, yes.
Possibly because of some
factor possessed by human beings
that is absent in Daleks.
Perhaps they want to find out what it is
and transplant it into their race.
But if they do do that,
allied with their own alien intelligence,
they will be invincible.
Maxtable, you should have...
Oh, my dear fellow, I am merely surmising.
I know nothing definite.
Besides, what could we have done
even if I had known for certain?
The fact was, nay is,
they hold your daughter, Victoria.
And now they've got Jamie.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
I didn't mean to wake you.
Oh!
There.
Oh, it's not funny.
The master left this for you to drink, sir.
This will clear away the cobwebs.
Here you are, sir.
Where's the doctor?
He's with the master, Mr. Waterfield, sir.
Waterfield?
Molly, what are you doing here?
Just saying to the young gentleman, Miss.
Go and bring some tea.
Well, go along.
Please, Mr. McCrimmon.
You know my name?
My father told me that you and your friend
arrived last night with Mr. Waterfield.
Your father?
I'm sorry, but I seem to have great difficulty
in remembering anything.
He owns this house.
I'm his daughter, Ruth Maxtable.
How do you do?
Have you seen the doctor this morning?
He's talking with my father.
He'll be along presently.
Do you have everything you need?
I don't know what this stuff is,
but it seems to work all right.
Molly shall bring you some tea in a minute.
I'm obliged to you.
Miss Maxtable.
Yes?
Could you tell me who that is in the portrait?
That's a portrait of Mr. Waterfield's late wife.
She was very lovely.
Yes.
And his daughter looks just like her.
You're quite comfortable.
Yes, thank you.
1866!
So that's what Waterfield's done.
Here we are, sir.
I've been as quick as I could.
Shall I pour for you?
Poor young gentlemen.
They shouldn't have given you so much to drink.
I'm sorry.
Doctor, I do ask you to consider.
I have made up my mind.
But they ordered you not to tell your friend,
Mr. McCrimmon, anything.
Do you think I'm going to allow Jamie to run into danger
without telling him anything?
No, I will not.
But suppose he refuses to do what they want?
We shall see.
He's still asleep.
The gas in that box of yours was pretty potent.
In fact, it was Maxtable's invention.
Jamie.
Molly!
Order the doctor to begin the test!
But I must first explain to him what he has to do.
Go now!
Obey the Daleks!
But your friend is vital to the plan of these Daleks.
Absolutely essential.
So it seems.
So who can have kidnapped him?
Why won't you understand?
The threats they make are not idle ones.
Kennedy was murdered.
Without your friend, our only hope was gone.
Unless...
Unless you know something.
You seem to be well acquainted with the creatures.
Everything you say, Waterfield, is true.
If we cannot find Jamie,
the Daleks will take pleasure in killing everyone in sight.
And their greatest pleasure will be in killing me.
The humans have been told to begin the test!
Any delay will result in death!
There will be no delay!
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