Exterior Jungle (An alien-looking planet. In the midst of a thickly impenetrable jungle, we see what remains of JEFF GARVEY. Half-man, half-plant, he jerks into consciousness, picks himself up and sets off into the dense underbrush, one thought clear in his mind.)

GARVEY: I.... I remember now.... I... I must.... I must kill.... must kill....must kill.

Exterior, Scout Ship (In another part of the jungle, a scout ship sits nakedly in the middle of a clearing which its rockets have made in landing. Beside the ship are two crew members. MARC CORY looks anxiously at GORDON LOWERY, who is half-engulfed inside a large hole in the side of the ship, apparently affecting repairs inside.)

LOWERY: Why you ever wanted to land on a planet like this in the first place, I'll never know. This is getting on my nerves.

(One particularly loud squeal emanates from the jungle.)

CORY: I'd hate to think what kind of animal makes a noise like that.

LOWERY: Yeah, they're getting closer.

CORY: Yes, all the more reason to stop talking and get on with the job.

LOWERY: Just you listen to me, Cory, I know my orders were to let you have full reign and you've certainly taken advantage of that. But as Captain of this expedition, my first responsibility is to get this ship off the ground. So just... cut the chat; some other time, hm? Gimme that wrench.

(CORY removes what he seems to think is the correct tool, only to have LOWERY scowl and return it to him, directing him back to the toolbox to try again.)

CORY: So how's it going?

LOWERY: Ah, it's slow - flareback melted the retaining bolts; just solid lumps of Taranium. One came free...

CORY: I want to have a look around.

LOWERY: If we don't shoot off soon, we won't make it to the rendezvous with the freighter, y'know? If we're not in the pick-up orbit, they won't wait.

CORY: You'll make it, Lowery. Here you are.

(He hands the correct tool to LOWERY.)

LOWERY: I'm doing the best I can. I didn't want to touch down on this lousy planet in the first place, remember?

CORY: Let's not start that again. Just get on with the job will you? Where the devil is Garvey? He should be back by now.

LOWERY: Oh, he'll be here... that screwdriver, will ya?

(CORY rummages in the tool box, apparently obtaining the correct tool, as LOWERY disappears back into the hole in the side of the ship. Meanwhile, we see that GARVEY is watching the duo from behind nearby bushes. While CORY is momentarily distracted, GARVEY slips unnoticed from the jungle cover, so that only the ship itself is between he and his prey. His mind continues to focus on the one goal, which he speaks out loud like an oath.)

GARVEY: Kill..., kill...

(On the other side of the ship, LOWERY has removed one of the apparently damaged components.)

LOWERY: Managed to get some of it free. Look at it - useless!

(He throws the damaged part far into the jungle.)

Get me a spare, will you?

(CORY starts to dig through the tool box again.)

No, in the ship.

(CORY heads back inside the craft. In the meantime, GARVEY takes this opportunity to get closer to his prey, a pistol raised. The unsuspecting LOWERY continues his repairs, unaware of the danger.)

Oh, it's no good, Cory - needn't bother with a spare; just not gonna be able to fix it.

(GARVEY appears round the side of the ship and aims at LOWERY. Just as he starts to squeeze the trigger, a blaster is heard, and LOWERY spins around quickly enough to see GARVEY ringed in blaster-fire before falling face-down - dead. Behind him, CORY stands in the ship's hatchway, pistol drawn.)

LOWERY: Jeff.... Jeff!

(He jumps to GARVEY's side, turning him over.)

You've killed him. You killed Jeff!

CORY: It was him or you.

LOWERY: ...didn't give him a chance. You shot him down like an animal. You just shot him down!

(He jumps at CORY, hands outstretched to choke him, only to find himself lying breathless next to GARVEY from the punch he never saw. CORY lithely moves to examine GARVEY and removes something from behind his ear, which he shows to LOWERY.)

CORY: A Varga thorn.

LOWERY: Wha? V-Varga?

CORY: Careful. Don't prick yourself with it or you'll end up the way Garvey is. I'd have to kill you.

LOWERY: What do you mean?

CORY: Let's get back into the ship.

LOWERY: What about his personal effects?

CORY: Alright. But hurry up.

(Once they are inside, GARVEY's body stirs and moves to sit upright. Less humanoid now, white hairs cover him, and the Varga thorns grow out of his skin.)

Interior, Scout ship (This is the cramped interior of the ship. Apart from the control chairs and LOWERY's instruments, there is very little room to move. CORY and LOWERY stand by the control panels, as CORY tries to explain his actions.)

CORY: I didn't intend to tell you anything, but since we're stuck on this planet 'n Garvey is dead, there are some facts that you're entitled to know.

LOWERY: Yeah - Jeff Garvey is dead. An' we flew together for the last ten years, and now he's dead and you've killed him. You'd better explain that fact and make it good.

CORY: Sit down and take a look at this.

(LOWERY sits. CORY removes a small document from a pocket and gives it to him. LOWERY reads it to himself, then looks up at CORY.)

LOWERY: I might have known - Space Security Service - licensed to kill.

CORY: That's right.

LOWERY: Well count me out.

CORY: This other document give me the authority to enlist the aid of any persons - civil or military. You were just enlisted.

(He removes another document from the same pocket and also hands it to LOWERY.)

From now on, Lowery, you can take your orders from me.

LOWERY: Alright. Alright. But I don't fully understand; better fill in a few details.

CORY: Alright.

(He sits on one of the control couches, and gestures for LOWERY to join him.)

I suppose you've heard of the Daleks?

LOWERY: The Daleks invaded Earth a thousand years ago.

CORY: That's right. They haven't been active in our galaxy for some time now, but that doesn't mean that they've exactly been sitting around. In the last 500 years, they've gained control of over seventy planets in Ninth Galactic System and forty more in the Constellation of Miros.

LOWERY: Don't see why that should concern us. I mean, they're both millions of light years away from our galaxy.

CORY: Mmm. 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 space ship of a type never before used in our system. He saw it it only for a second but he gave a good description.

LOWERY: And?

CORY: What he described was a Dalek spaceship.

Exterior, Scout ship (GARVEY's mutated body struggles to stand upright.)

Interior, Scout ship (CORY is using the radio, desperately attempting to make contact with their intended rendezvous target.)

CORY: Freighter XM2. Freighter XM2. Come in please. Come in please!

LOWERY: Can you make it work?

CORY: It's got to work!

LOWERY: It may have been damaged in the crash.

CORY: We must keep on trying!

LOWERY: You checked all the link -----?

CORY: I know what I'm doing.

LOWERY: Alright. Alright, so the link ----- work. There could be something else wrong with it. What about the --------. Have you tested that? Without that you'd never break through the atmosphere.

CORY: How can I possibly test that? We've just gotta take our chance that it hasn't been damaged.

(He turns back to the radio.)

Freighter XM2. Freighter XM2, come in please! Come in please!

(CORY waits and listens for a response. There is none.)

Useless. Are you sure we can't repair this ship?

LOWERY: Aw, not a chance. So you think that the Daleks have established some sort of a base here? Is that it?

CORY: 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 the ship down here.

LOWERY: D'you tell anybody else about this hunch of yours?

CORY: No one. Not even your commander.

LOWERY: Heh!

CORY: I just asked for a couple of men and a small rocket. I didn't even tell him what for.

LOWERY: Then why are you telling me?

CORY: Because of this...

(He holds up the thorn again.)

...a thorn from a Varga plant. A thing, half 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.

LOWERY: But what's that gotta do with the Daleks?

CORY: 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.

Dalek Main Control (Main control room. A multitude of blue and silver DALEKS attend to a myriad of controls: tracking equipment, monitoring stations, guidance control and other alien machines. All eye-stalks turn toward the doorway as the BLACK DALEK arrives.)

BLACK DALEK: I will receive your reports. First: Space Monitor Control.

(Each DALEK moves forward as it reports.)

DALEK 1: Space monitor control: the emissaries from the seven planets will arrive as arranged.

BLACK DALEK: Then the conference will begin at first sun. Security Report?

DALEK 2: Security Control: position of alien space craft located. Our patrol will reach it shortly.

BLACK DALEK: The ship and its occupants must be totally destroyed. Destroyed. Destroyed!

DALEK 2: It will be done.

Exterior, Scout ship (Night) (Night has fallen. The jungle noises seem louder now, and CORY appears more anxious to finish his mission and get off the planet. Noticing movement in nearby bushes, he darts into the underbrush, where he can make out three lumbering shapes in the starlight. LOWERY breaks off from working on a small rocket-shaped object to call quietly after him.)

LOWERY: Anything out there?

CORY: Vargas. They're closing in.

LOWERY: You mean to say they can move?

CORY: Very slowly. Look, they're using their roots to drag themselves along. How long are you gonna be with this, this rescue beacon?

LOWERY: Well, this is the recording part. Hope it wasn't damaged in the crash

CORY: We'll soon find out. Can you fix this capsule up?

LOWERY: Well that's easy enough, but this is the recording mechanism for the message. If we sent the rocket into space like this, not only would we not be rescued, but if you sent it up in the air no-one would even know we were here.

CORY: Well hurry up and attach it then.

LOWERY: Alright. Alright. I'm as keen to get out of here as you are. Give me those pliers, will you? Nearly finished.

(CORY hands him the pliers from the toolbox.)

CORY: Good. I don't know how long we've got. Now, the Daleks must know we're here. They'll be coming for us soon.

LOWERY: Well, I still think you're jumping to conclusions, you know. I mean, just these... are they Varga?... things grow here, no proof that the Daleks are here too.

CORY: Take my word for it. They're here alright.

LOWERY: Yes, but couldn't these Varga things grow here naturally? I mean it's possible, isn't it?

CORY: No, they were developed in Dalek laboratories. They grow them to give themselves protection.

LOWERY: Well if they're synthetic, that means that they...

(CORY is annoyed by the chatter and continued delay, and cuts LOWERY off angrily.)

CORY: Look, stop asking questions and get on with the work!

LOWERY: Alright...

Jungle (A DALEK patrol is in pursuit of the scout crew.)

DALEK 1: Preceptor readings indicate alien space craft. We will close in on it from two directions.

DALEKS: We obey.

Exterior, Scout ship (LOWERY works feverishly, while CORY stands on watch, frustrated at his inability to assist.)

LOWERY: Those things are getting too close for comfort. I'll fix 'em.

(He brandishes a blaster.)

CORY: It's no good, Lowery. They'll only grow again, as fast as you can shoot them.

LOWERY: Well, at least I'll have had a try at 'em...

CORY: Get back to the beacon. You sure it'll work?

LOWERY: Well, it should work - standard space equipment on all rocket ships.

CORY: What does it do exactly?

LOWERY: Well, you record the message/SOS on this, just like an ordinary tape recorder: the rocket launcher shoots it high into orbit, once it's in orbit, it transmits the message. Simple.

CORY: From what we know about Daleks we've got to be picked up.

LOWERY: Well, it's tuned into a special frequency - and listening posts all over the galaxy. Your people should get the message.

CORY: And all we have to do is to stay alive until they get here.

(A ship rumbles overhead, its landing lights casting a rainbow of shadows across the jungle.)

LOWERY: It's the biggest rocket ship I've ever seen - like nothing we've got.

CORY: It's from an outer galaxy.

LOWERY: But what's it doing in a God-forsaken planet like this?

CORY: 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.

JUNGLE (The DALEK patrol has also monitored the arriving ship.)

DALEK 1: The ship from the planet Gearon...

DALEK 2: ...and the beginning of the Great Alliance.

Exterior, Scout Ship (LOWERY finishes his repairs and puts down his tools with a sigh of relief.)

LOWERY: That should just about do it. Give me the capsule, we'll go record the message.

(He sees CORY's attention is on the surrounding jungle.)

What is it?

CORY: There's something out there moving.

LOWERY: Vargas?

CORY: No. Moving too quickly. Come on. We've gotta move. Gotta get away.

LOWERY: What about the distress signal?

CORY: Take it with us, launch it as soon as we get a chance.

LOWERY: Alright. Which way?

CORY: Over here.

(CORY indicates a direction, making sure to point out the deadly thorns nearby.)

They won't be the only ones, so watch out.

(They move off into the jungle, carefully avoiding the Varga plants. Just before they can disappear into the undergrowth, the DALEK patrol arrives in the clearing.)

CORY: Get down and don't make a sound!

(They duck under nearby bushes and observe the DALEKS.)

DALEK 2: The ship is empty. The crew has gone.

DALEK 1: We will search for them. Destroy the ship. Fire!

(CORY and LOWERY watch helplessly as the ship disintegrates under the DALEKS' fire.)

LOWERY: It's just falling to apart!

CORY: Come on....

(LOWERY falls and sticks himself on a Varga thorn, looks at it for a moment and then seems to realise what has happened. He removes it from his palm just as CORY turns to redirect him.)

...come on then, come on.... They'll be looking for us now!

DALEK 1: Report destruction of alien ship to control.

DALEK 2: I obey.

DALEK 1: Advise that we will now seek out the crew. Alert all patrols.

DALEKS: We obey.

Conference Room (A large room in the Dalek city. Gathered around a semi-circular table are the representatives of the seven galaxies, each with their own lectern. They represent the farthest extremes of the galaxies, each totally different - in appearance, in temperament, in goal. Yet one common aspiration brings them together now.)

BLACK DALEK: With the arrival of our ally, Malpha, we are enough. The meeting can now begin.

MALPHA: No, it can't.

BLACK DALEK: What is wrong?

MALPHA: There is a hostile presence among us.

BLACK DALEK: What do you mean?

MALPHA: On arrival here, I am told that there are hostile influences from the solar system among us.

(There are general sounds of displeasure from the ALIEN DELEGATES present.)

BLACK DALEK: Not among us.

MALPHA: Then here on the planet Kembel.

BLACK DALEK: Some beings have landed from the planet Earth - hostile beings from the centre of the solar system. But do not worry, their spaceship has been destroyed.

MALPHA: What about the beings?

BLACK DALEK: They cannot escape. At this moment they are being hunted down. They will be destroyed.

MALPHA: Are you sure?

BLACK DALEK: They cannot get away.

MALPHA: Suppose they send a message through this universe?

BLACK DALEK: They will not have time. If they do not die by our Varga plants, my patrol will kill them! They will be exterminated! Exterminated!

Jungle (CORY and LOWERY are making their way through the jungle.)

CORY: This way...

Conference Room

ALIENS: Agreed. Agreed.

BLACK DALEK:All are agreed. It is done. The seven great powers of the outer galaxies are one.

(The ALIENS make various shouts of triumph.)

MALPHA: This is indeed an historic moment in the history of the universe! We six from the outer galaxies joining with the power from the solar system - the Daleks! The seven of us represent the greatest war force ever assembled! Conquest is assured!

(MALPHA steps from behind his lectern and indicates what is apparently a model of the Sol solar system. As he announces each planet, he sweeps its representation from the model before him with a grandiose swing of his limb.)

Mars!... Venus!... Jupiter!... The moon colonies!

(Lastly, the BLACK DALEK's sucker arm comes to rest on a little blue-green representation before him.)

BLACK DALEK: They will all fall before our might. But the first of them will be Earth!

Jungle (Having gone on a short recce, CORY returns to LOWERY, who is still attempting to hide the fact that he has been pricked by a Varga thorn. CORY is busy worrying about the DALEKS, and doesn't notice his colleague's odd behaviour.)

CORY: We've got to get this capsule off and fast. There's a city down there - a Dalek city. I got quite close. Close enough to hear an announcement through the loudspeaker system.

LOWERY: What did you hear?

CORY: Our whole galaxy is to be invaded and destroyed.

(LOWERY is finally succumbing to the poison of the Varga thorn, and vocalizes his thoughts...)

LOWERY: Kill.

CORY: What?

LOWERY: Kill... kill...

CORY: The Varga...!

LOWERY: Yes,... yes. The Varga. Kill, kill ...

(LOWERY goes for his gun, but CORY is faster and shoots LOWERY, who collapses dead with a groan. Realising that it is only a matter of time before the DALEKS find him, CORY sets about recording his message.)

CORY: This is Marc Cory, Space Security Service, reporting from the planet Kembel. The Daleks are planning the complete destruction of our galaxy. Together with the powers of the outer galaxies, a war force is being assembled.

DALEK 1: Seismic detector is registering.

DALEK 2: The crew from the rocket ship must be in this direction.

DALEK 1: Are they to be taken for questioning?

DALEK 2: No. They are to be exterminated. Destroy them on sight. Destroy and exterminate!

DALEKS: We obey.

Jungle (CORY continues his message, getting more and more terrified of the impending DALEK arrival.)

CORY: If our galaxy is to be saved, whoever receives this message must relay this information to Earth immediately. It-it is vital that defence mechanisms are put into operation at once! Message ends.

(Just as CORY finishes the recording and turns to place it in the rocket, the DALEKS enter the clearing.)

DALEK 2: Fire.

(CORY is hit by a barrage of DALEK fire. He collapses, lifeless.)

DALEK 2: He is dead.

DALEK 1: Our plans for the galactic conquest are safe. Whatever information he discovered has died with him. Return to the city.

DALEKS: We obey.

(The DALEKS leave. By CORY's now lifeless hand, the message recorder remains unnoticed.)

Conference Room

MALPHA: 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! Victory!

BLACK DALEK & ALIENS: Victory! Victory! Victory!

NEXT EPISODE: TEMPLE OF SECRETS

Marc Cory EDWARD de SOUSA

Malpha ROBERT CARTLAND

Gordon Lowery JEREMY YOUNG

Jeff Garvey BARRY JACKSON

Trantis RONALD RICH

Daleks ROBERT JEWELL KEVIN MANSER GERALD TAYLOR JOHN SCOTT MARTIN

Dalek Voices PETER HAWKINS DAVID GRAHAM

Story Editor DONALD TOSH

Producer VERITY LAMBERT

Directed by DEREK MARTINUS

Transcription: TREVOR LEE (trevor.lee@c031.aone.net.au)

Additional Transcription/Editing ANDREW CLONINGER (ancl@freenet.scri.fsu.edu)

RTF Formatting RICHARD K. BRIGGS