(A small space fighter is dodging weapons fire and
asteroids. It's female pilot has an injured co-pilot.)
Aristotle, this is Wasp Delta, do you hear me? Stay with me, Kai. Stay
with me, please. Aristotle! We have been hit. Major damage.
(Her enemy is a massive flying saucer.)
JOURNEY: Aristotle! The enemy are right on top of us.
(The fighter is hit.)
JOURNEY: I'm sorry.
(A second laser pulse finds its mark. The little fighter explodes as
opens her eyes to see the brass handles of the console. She sees the
Doctor and scrambles for her hand gun, and keeps it pointing at him.)
DOCTOR: You'll probably feel a bit sick. Please, don't be.
(The Doctor is holding a card tray with two takeaway coffees in it.)
JOURNEY: Where's my brother?
DOCTOR: Hello, I'm the Doctor.
JOURNEY: He was right beside me. Where's Kai? How did I get here?
I materialised a time capsule exactly round you and saved your life one
second before your ship exploded, but do please keep crying.
JOURNEY: My brother's just died.
DOCTOR: His sister didn't. You're very welcome. Put the gun down.
JOURNEY: Or what?
DOCTOR: Or you might shoot me. Then where will you be?
JOURNEY: In charge of your vessel.
DOCTOR: You'd starve to death trying to find the light switch. Who are
I'm Lieutenant Journey Blue of the Combined Galactic Resistance. I
demand you take me back to my command ship, the Aristotle, which is
DOCTOR: No. Hey, not like that.
JOURNEY: You will take me back to my command ship,
which is currently positioned
DOCTOR: No, no. Come on. Not like that. Not like that. Get it right
(Journey lowers her gun.)
JOURNEY: Will you take me back to my ship? Please?
DOCTOR: The Aristotle's the big fella parked in the asteroid belt,
(The Doctor sets the Tardis moving.)
JOURNEY: It's shielded.
DOCTOR: More or less.
(The Aristotle is hiding by one edge of a long thin asteroid. Journey
opens the Tardis door.)
DOCTOR: Dry your eyes, Journey Blue. Crying's for
civilians. It's how we communicate with you lot.
[Med Sec 07]
(The Tardis has neatly parked
herself in a corner of a large section. There are pieces of metal
debris and a soldier is driving a small buggy in the background.)
JOURNEY: It's smaller on the outside.
DOCTOR: It's a bit more exciting when you go the other way. This isn't
a battleship. Medical insignia. It's a hospital.
(An older man with a greying beard speaks. He is backed up by armed
MORGAN: We don't need hospitals now. The Daleks don't leave any
wounded, and we don't take any prisoners.
DOCTOR: I saved your little friend here, if that's in any way relevant
JOURNEY: That's true, sir. He did.
MORGAN: Thank you.
DOCTOR: You're welcome. I wish I could've done more.
MORGAN: Then you should have.
MORGAN: But you did save Journey, and for that I am personally
MORGAN: However, the security of this base is absolute. So we're still
going to kill you.
DOCTOR: Oh, it's a roller coaster with you, isn't it?
MORGAN: Shoot him, bag him and throw him outside.
JOURNEY: No! Stop!
MORGAN: I'm sorry. He might be a duplicate.
JOURNEY: He's a doctor. And we have a patient, don't we, Uncle?
DOCTOR: Why does a hospital need a doctor?
MORGAN: The Aristotle wasn't always hidden. The Daleks got here before
JOURNEY: You don't like soldiers much, do you?
DOCTOR: You don't need to be liked. You've got all the guns.
(The soldiers stand guard at door 078.)
DOCTOR: Wow! A moleculon nanoscaler.
(A large clear tube with bench seats down the inside. A bit like a
decompression chamber for divers.)
JOURNEY: You know what it does, then?
DOCTOR: It miniaturises living matter. What's the medical
application, though? Do you use it to shrink the surgeons so they can
climb inside the patients?
DOCTOR: Fantastic idea for a movie. Terrible idea for a proctologist.
Are you going to miniaturise me?
MORGAN: You're a doctor, aren't you?
(He opens a pair of secure doors further along.)
MORGAN: And this is your patient.
(A scratched eyepiece glows blue.)
DOCTOR: No, you don't understand. You can't put me in there.
(This is a battered 2005 style Dalek with various cables going into its
[Coal Hill school playground]
(A short haired, dark-skinned man with a neatly
trimmed short beard shouts in the playground.)
DANNY: Atten-shun. Look at you lot. I've never seen such a miserable
bunch. What are you, children?
FLEMING: Yes, sir.
(Danny and his troop are wearing matching t-shirts.)
DANNY: You think you're funny, Fleming?
FLEMING: Yes, sir.
DANNY: All right, me too.
(The school bell rings.)
(The members of the Coal Hill Cadet Corps run off to the
BOY: What you doing, Fleming?
(Clara smiles at Danny and follows the children inside.)
(A little later, Danny enters, now dressed in shirt and tie, to check
the timetable on the notice board for any changes.)
SECRETARY: So, Mister Pink, did you have a good weekend?
DANNY: Yeah, I did, thanks.
SECRETARY: Yeah, I'll bet you did. What did you get up to?
DANNY: Er, you know. A bit of reading.
SECRETARY: Oh, I bet you were reading.
DANNY: I was, yeah.
SECRETARY: Yeah, I bet you were.
DANNY: Well, yeah, I was.
SECRETARY: I know your type.
(A schoolgirl is listening at the public counter.)
COURTNEY: She wishes.
SECRETARY: Be quiet, you.
that's all the questions on page 32, except the last one, and then
everything on page 33. All that in for Thursday. Any questions?
Have you ever killed a man?
(Groans from the rest of the class.)
DANNY: I was a soldier.
There were other soldiers and some of them weren't on our side. I shall
leave the rest to your imagination.
And, please, think of another question?
FLEMING: Okay. Have you ever killed anyone who wasn't a soldier?
DANNY: Just to repeat, that's all the questions on page 32, except
the last one, and then everything on page 33. All that in for Thursday.
Is everyone clear?
CLASS: Yes, sir.
(The class watch a lone tear roll down Danny's cheek.)
(The staff are putting on their coats to leave. Clara is discussing
timetables with the headmaster.)
CLARA: Fine, I'll take that class and then, they can do some of the
ARMITAGE: I know.
Oh, Clara, you've not met Danny Pink yet? New fella, maths.
DANNY: Hey, nice to meet you.
CLARA: You too.
ARMITAGE: Want to watch yourself around him.
Bit of a lady-killer, but always denies it.
DANNY: I am not a lady-killer.
ARMITAGE: See what I mean?
Oh, Beth, can I have a word?
BETH [OC]: Yeah, yeah, sure.
CLARA: Er, was it you that I saw outside doing the soldiery thing?
DANNY: Ah yeah, probably. The Coal Hill Cadets. Just a bit of fun.
CLARA: What, teaching them how to shoot people?
DANNY: There's a bit more to modern soldiering than just shooting
people. I like to think there's a moral dimension.
CLARA: Ah, you shoot people then cry about it afterwards?
CLARA: Something wrong?
DANNY: Nothing, no.
Sorry, no, nothing. I just.
I didn't think they'd say anything, that's all.
DANNY: Have they told everyone?
CLARA: No, no, no. As far as I know, nobody has told anybody anything.
What are you talking about?
DANNY: Why did you just say the crying thing?
CLARA: I was being funny.
CLARA: I just do that.
CLARA: I don't know.
DANNY: Anyway I, er, I've left some stuff in my class.
CLARA: Okay, see you.
DANNY: See you.
CLARA: Er, are you going to the, er, leaving thing tonight for Cathy?
DANNY: Yeah. I wasn't going, but I am now, because
you're going to be there, and suddenly it seems like the best idea
DANNY: No, I'm not.
CLARA: Oh, okay, never mind.
DANNY: Good night.
CLARA: Change your mind.
DANNY: Excuse me?
CLARA: I'm going. Er, I'll give you a lift. Why not?
DANNY: Actually, now that you mention it, seems like the best plan
ever. Thank you.
DANNY: No, I've got some reading.
CLARA: Ah, okay. Maybe some other time, then?
DANNY: Thank you!
(He bangs his forehead on his desk.)
Is the wooden sound you or or the desk?
DANNY: How long have you been there?
CLARA: Longer than you would like.
CLARA: Are you going to look that terrified when you take me out for a
DANNY: I, I absolutely promise I won't.
CLARA: Play your cards right and you might.
enters, and nearly walks into the tray of coffees that the Doctor is
holding out to her. The Tardis just fits the width of the back of the
CLARA: Where the hell have you been?
DOCTOR: You sent me for coffee.
CLARA: Three weeks ago. In Glasgow.
DOCTOR: Three weeks, that's a long time.
CLARA: In Glasgow. That's dead in a ditch.
DOCTOR: It's not my fault, I got distracted.
CLARA: By what?
DOCTOR: You can always find something. Come on.
DOCTOR: Why were you smiling?
CLARA: Was I?
No, I wasn't.
DOCTOR: You were smiling at nothing. I'd almost say you were in love,
but to be honest
DOCTOR: You're not a young woman any more.
CLARA: Yes, I am.
(Clara takes the coffees and puts them on the console.)
DOCTOR: Well, you don't look it.
CLARA: I do look it.
DOCTOR: Oh, that's right, keep your spirits up,
Clara, Clara, Clara, Clara. Clara, Clara. Clara, Clara. I need
something from you. I need the truth.
CLARA: Okay. Right, what is it?
(They sit on the console steps.)
CLARA: You're scared.
DOCTOR: I'm terrified.
CLARA: Of what?
DOCTOR: The answer to my next question, which must be honest and cold
and considered, without kindness or restraint.
Clara, be my pal and tell me, am I a good man?
CLARA: I don't know.
DOCTOR: Neither do I.
(He gets up and goes to the console.)
CLARA: Er, hey, no offence, but I've got plans.
DOCTOR: I need you.
CLARA: Right. Where are we going?
(He starts the Tardis flying.)
DOCTOR: Into darkness.
DOCTOR: How do you know who I am?
MORGAN: He doesn't.
We promised him medical assistance.
RUSTY: Are you my doctor?
JOURNEY: We found it floating in space.
MORGAN: We thought it was deactivated, so we tried to disassemble it.
DOCTOR: You didn't realise there was a living creature inside.
JOURNEY: Not till it started screaming.
RUSTY: Help me.
DOCTOR: Why would I do that? Why would any living creature help you?
RUSTY: Daleks will die.
DOCTOR: Die all you like. Not my problem.
RUSTY: Daleks must be destroyed.
DOCTOR: Daleks must be de.
What did you just say?
RUSTY: All Daleks must die. I will destroy the Daleks. Destroy the
(Drinking her coffee.)
CLARA: A good Dalek?
DOCTOR: There's no such thing.
CLARA: That's a bit inflexible. Not like you. I'd almost say
DOCTOR: (sigh) Do I pay you? I should give you a raise.
(The Tardis lands.)
CLARA: You're not my boss, you're one of my hobbies.
DOCTOR: Come on.
JOURNEY: That was quick.
DOCTOR: This is gun girl. She's got a gun, and she's a girl.
This is a sort of boss one. Are you the same one as before?
DOCTOR: I think he's probably her uncle, but I may
have made that up to pass the time while they were talking. This is
Clara, not my assistant. She's, er, some other word.
CLARA: I'm his carer.
DOCTOR: Yeah, my carer. She cares so I don't have to.
DOCTOR: Hello again.
RUSTY: Will you help me?
CLARA: Will you?
DOCTOR: A Dalek so damaged,
it's turned good.
Morality as malfunction.
How do I resist?
RUSTY: Daleks must die.
Daleks must die.
CLARA: So, what do we do
with a moral Dalek, then?
DOCTOR: We get into its head.
How do you get into a Dalek's head?
DOCTOR: That wasn't a metaphor.
(They go to the moleculon
JOURNEY: These are nanocontrollers.
Once we're miniaturised, they take
over the molecular compression.
When the mission's over,
hit the button.
(Journey puts the bracelet on Clara's wrist.)
JOURNEY: Are you sure you understand?
CLARA: Why wouldn't I?
JOURNEY: Because this is a dangerous mission
and you look like a school teacher.
CLARA: I am a school teacher.
Still didn't catch your name.
JOURNEY: Journey Blue.
JOURNEY: Blue, yes. Problem?
CLARA: No. Er, I just met a soldier called Pink.
JOURNEY: Lucky fella.
JOURNEY: From the way you smile.
CLARA: So, er, who makes you smile or is nobody up to the job?
JOURNEY: My brother. But he burned to death a couple of hours ago, so
he's really letting me down today. Excuse me.
DOCTOR: What are those ones for? I don't need armed baby-sitters.
GRETCHEN: We're not baby-sitters.
ROSS: We're here to shoot you dead if you turn out to be a Dalek spy.
DOCTOR: Well, that's a relief. I hate baby-sitters.
JOURNEY: Okay, listen up. Now, remember, do not hold your breath when
the nanoscaler engages. You'll feel like you want to,
but you must keep breathing normally during the miniaturisation
DOCTOR: Ever microwaved a lasagne without pricking the film on top?
CLARA: It explodes.
DOCTOR: Don't be lasagne.
MORGAN: Nanoscaler engaging in five four three two. Nanoscaler engaging
COMPUTER: Nanoscaling in progress.
(A crossbeam passes back and forth over chamber id
AR-O13-AR-F74 until it shrinks
with a bump.)
COMPUTER: Nanoscaling complete.
MORGAN: Nanoscaling successful.
Everyone okay in there?
(The chamber is carefully picked up with a pair of tweezers.)
JOURNEY [OC]: We made it.
JOURNEY: Nobody popped.
CLARA: Whoa. Ha.
I can't believe this.
DOCTOR: No, neither can I.
(The chamber is injected into Rusty's eye-piece. The Doctor reaches out
and the surface wibbles.)
MORGAN: We'll be following you all the way, Rescue One. Good luck all
Doctor's arm distorts as he slowly reaches into the blue 'eye' on the
end of the stalk. Then they all push their way through.)
COMPUTER: Integration complete. Dalek levels steady.
CLARA: That was weird.
DOCTOR: You've seen nothing yet.
CLARA: What are the lights?
DOCTOR: Visual impulses travelling towards the brain.
DOCTOR: Welcome to the most dangerous place in the universe.
(The computer is monitoring their locations inside Rusty.)
JOURNEY [OC]: Entering the cranial ledge now.
CLARA: Oh, my God.
(They look down from the ledge onto the red tentacled blob that is the
part of Rusty. Should really be green, but times have obviously
changed. Cables run down into it.)
DOCTOR: Behold, the belly of the beast.
CLARA: It's amazing.
ROSS: It's huge.
GRETCHEN: No, Ross. We're tiny.
CLARA: So how big is it, that living part, compared to me and you,
DOCTOR: You see all those cables?
DOCTOR: They're not all cables.
ROSS: Does it know we're here?
JOURNEY: It's what invited us in.
(The Doctor looks at banks of vertical lights around the inside of part
of the ledge.)
DOCTOR: Now, this is the cortex vault, a supplementary electronic
Memory banks, but more than that. This is what keeps the Dalek pure.
GRETCHEN: How are Daleks pure?
DOCTOR: Dalek mutants are born hating. This is what stokes the
fire, extinguishes even the tiniest glimmer of kindness or compassion.
Imagine the worst possible thing in the universe, then don't bother,
because you're looking at it right now.
This is evil refined as engineering.
RUSTY [OC]: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh, hello, Rusty. You don't mind if I call you Rusty? We're
going to need to come down there with you.
Medical examination, and all that.
GRETCHEN: What, with those tentacles and things?
JOURNEY: How close do we have to get?
DOCTOR: Well, you know, we're never going to insert a thermometer from
(Journey nods, and Ross fires a harpoon into Rusty's ledge. It hurts
DOCTOR: No. No, no, no, no! Stop, stop, stop, you idiot!
(Another harpoon goes in.)
JOURNEY: We need a way down, the only way
DOCTOR: This is a Dalek, not a machine. It's a perfect analogue of a
living being, and you just hurt it.
So what's going to happen now?
CLARA: Oh, God.
What is it?
DOCTOR: Dalek antibodies.
(Little round objects fly into view.)
DOCTOR: Nobody move
Any attempt to help him, or attack those things, will identify you as a
secondary source of infection. Stay still!
(The antibodies open to reveal a big blue eye, then surround Ross.)
CLARA: But the Dalek wants us in here. Why is it attacking?
DOCTOR: Can you control your antibodies?
JOURNEY: Ross, stay calm. We're going to get you out of this.
CLARA: Can you?
DOCTOR: Ross, swallow that.
ROSS: What is it?
DOCTOR: Trust me.
(Ross swallows the little whatever it was that the Doctor threw to him.)
ROSS: Now what?
(An antibody aims a painful bright beam at him.)
CLARA: Oh, my God. What's it doing?
(The antibody sucks up the remains and its blue eye turns red,)
DOCTOR: The hoovering.
(The antibody flies away. The Doctor raises his sonic screwdriver.)
CLARA: What did you give him?
DOCTOR: Oh, just a spare power cell, but
I can track the radiation signature. I need to know where they dump the
JOURNEY: I thought you were saving him.
DOCTOR: He was dead already. I was saving us. Follow me and run.
(The other antibodies follow at a distance. The Doctor stops at a hole
in the ledge.)
DOCTOR: They've dumped him in here. Organic refuse disposal.
We need to get in there.
(Gretchen and Journey shoot at the antibodies.)
DOCTOR: Those antibodies won't give up until we're inside there. I'd
rather go in alive than dead.
JOURNEY: You don't know where it goes.
DOCTOR: Yes, I do. Away from here. Now in. In! In!
(Clara jumps down the hole.)
GRETCHEN: I can hold them off.
DOCTOR: No, you can't.
(He tries his screwdriver on the antibodies.)
DOCTOR: Pull back.
Down. Jump, everyone, jump.
(The Doctor goes in last, and enjoys the ride.)
[Organic refuse disposal]
(They splosh into liquid gunk. Shades of Star Wars
CLARA: Urgh. What is this stuff?
DOCTOR: People. The Daleks need protein. Occasionally, they harvest
from their victims.
This is a feeding tube.
JOURNEY: Is Ross here?
DOCTOR: Yeah. Top layer, if you want to say a few words.
(Journey pushes the Doctor against the wall.)
JOURNEY: A man has just died. You will not talk like that.
DOCTOR: A lot of people have died. Everything in here is dead, and do
you know why that's good?
JOURNEY: There is nothing good about that.
DOCTOR: Nothing is alive in here, so logically this is the weakest spot
in the Dalek's internal security.
Nobody guards the dead. Mortuaries and larders, always the easiest to
break out of. Oh, I've lived a life
Tell Uncle Stupid that we're in.
Ah ha! A bolt hole.
(The Doctor unscrews the large bolt with the sonic screwdriver.)
CLARA: He'll get us out of here. The difficult part is not
killing him before he can.
DOCTOR: Bolt hole. Actually, a hole for a bolt. Does nobody get that?
CLARA: Also, there's the puns.
DOCTOR: Watch it, decontamination tubes are hot.
schematic on the screen shows our heroes' Nanotags are just over half
way down Rusty's innards, below where he is sitting by the plunger and
COMPUTER: Anomaly threat displaced. Dalek levels returning to normal
JOURNEY [OC]: Rescue One to Mission Control.
MORGAN: This is Blue, Rescue One. Report.
JOURNEY:The Dalek has an internal defence mechanism.
JOURNEY [OC]: We've lost Ross.
MORGAN: What kind of defence mechanism?
MORGAN [OC]: That thing knows you're in
there to help it.
JOURNEY: Yeah, well, who knows? It's a Dalek. We're going to continue
DOCTOR: Are you all right back there?
It's a bit narrow, isn't it?
CLARA: Any remarks about my hips will not be appreciated.
DOCTOR: Ach, your hips are fine. You're built like a man.
CLARA: (sotto) Thanks.
(The Doctor helps Clara down from the tube.)
DOCTOR: What's that noise?
Are you wearing a Geiger counter?
GRETCHEN: Standard battle equipment. That's just low level radiation.
(There are large printed circuit boards here.)
DOCTOR: But stronger down here, for some reason.
MORGAN [OC]: Was that him?
MORGAN: How's he working out?
JOURNEY [OC]: It's hard to say.
(The Doctor sweeps the circuit boards with the Geiger counter.)
DOCTOR: I've got it.
I know what's wrong with Rusty.
CLARA: Okay, that's good.
Is that good?
DOCTOR: Well, you know how I said this was the most dangerous place in
I was wrong. It's way more dangerous than that.
[OC]: Colonel, we have radiation indicators red-lining in
Could be that the Dalek is badly damaged than we thought.
MORGAN: Copy that.
DOCTOR [OC]: Old Rusty here is suffering a trionic radiation leak.
DOCTOR: It's poisoning the Dalek and us.
Just as well we're here.
JOURNEY: Really? Perhaps we should get out while we can.
Why should we trust a Dalek?
Why would it change?
(Rusty is watching them on an internal monitor.)
DOCTOR [on screen]: Good question. Rusty? What changed you?
RUSTY: I saw beauty.
DOCTOR [on screen]: You saw what?
RUSTY: In the silence and the cold, I saw worlds burning.
JOURNEY [on screen]: That's not beauty, that's destruction.
RUSTY: I saw
RUSTY [OC]: More.
DOCTOR: What? What did you see?
RUSTY [OC]: The birth of a star.
DOCTOR: Stars are born every day. You've seen a million stars born. So
RUSTY [OC]: Daleks have destroyed a million stars.
DOCTOR [on screen]: Oh, millions and millions.
Trust me, I keep count.
RUSTY: And yet, new stars are born.
DOCTOR [on screen]: Every time.
RUSTY [OC]: Resistance is futile.
DOCTOR: Resistance to what?
RUSTY [OC]: Life returns. Life prevails. Resistance is futile.
DOCTOR : So you saw a star being born, and you learned something. Oh,
Dalek, do not be lying to me.
JOURNEY [OC]: Heading for the Trionic
power cells, Colonel.
MORGAN: Radiation approxing two hundred Rads.
COMPUTER: Radiation levels increasing.
(Directly underneath Rusty.)
DOCTOR: We're at the heart of the Dalek.
CLARA: It's incredible.
(Energy arcs above them.)
JOURNEY: Geiger counter's off the scale.
Looks like it's about to blow.
JOURNEY: How is that good?
DOCTOR: Well, I like a bit of pressure. Rusty, can you hear me?
RUSTY [OC]: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Rusty, we've found the damage. I'm sealing up the breach in
your power cell.
(He uses the sonic screwdriver as a welder.)
DOCTOR: No more radiation poisoning. Good as new.
There. Job done.
CLARA: That's it? Just like that?
DOCTOR: An anti-climax once in a while is good for my hearts.
Rusty? How do you feel? Rusty? Rusty? Rusty.
RUSTY [OC]: The malfunction is corrected.
JOURNEY: What's happened?
DOCTOR: Not entirely sure.
(Lights come on.)
JOURNEY: It's like it's waking up.
DOCTOR: Rusty, come on, talk to me. What's going on?
RUSTY [OC]: The malfunction is corrected. All systems are functioning.
RUSTY: Weapons charged.
DOCTOR: Oh, no, no, no.
RUSTY: Exterminate. Exterminate.
kills the man keeping watch through the window in his cell door. It is
a return to the classic black and white skeleton effect as the victim
dies. Rusty breaks free and Morgan sounds the alarm.)
DOCTOR: No, no, no,
RUSTY [OC]: Exterminate.
(The team are thrown about as Rusty moves.)
RUSTY [OC]: The Daleks will be victorious The rebels will be
JOURNEY: Colonel? What's happening out there?
(Morgan and his troops are too busy shooting at
RUSTY: Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate.
(Two more soldiers die.)
RUSTY: Exterminate. (and another) Exterminate.
MORGAN: Pull back, pull back.
(Rusty plugs into a console with his plunger arm.)
RUSTY: Dalek fleet. Communications open.
DALEK: The rebel ship has been identified.
DALEK 2: Prepare fourteen Daleks.
CLARA: Doctor, what happened?
DOCTOR: Do you see?
CLARA: Do I see what?
DOCTOR: Daleks don't turn good. It was just radiation affecting its
brain chemistry, nothing more than that. No miracle.
JOURNEY: Let me get this straight. We had a good Dalek, and we made it
bad again? That's all we've done?
DOCTOR: There was never a good Dalek. There was a broken Dalek and we
JOURNEY: You were supposed to be helping us.
DOCTOR: I gave it a shot. It didn't work out. It was a Dalek, what did
JOURNEY: No more talking. You are done!
Okay, new objective. We are taking this Dalek down.
RUSTY [OC]: Exterminate. Exterminate.
DOCTOR: What's that look for?
CLARA: It's the look you get when I'm about to slap you.
(And she does. Hard.)
DOCTOR: Ow. Clara.
CLARA: Are we going to die in here? I mean, there's a little bit of you
that's pleased. The Daleks are evil after all.
Everything makes sense.
The Doctor is right.
DOCTOR: Daleks are evil. Irreversibly so. That's what we just learned.
CLARA: No, Doctor, that is not what we just learned.
RUSTY [OC]: Exterminate. Exterminate.
MORGAN: Secure the door! Wasp fighters to action stations.
Wasp fighters to action stations.
SOLDIER [OC]: The security systems have been hacked.
We don't have access to the Wasps.
MORGAN: Then God save us all.
JOURNEY: We need to place these charges for maximum
I'm going to scan the rest of the architecture for weaknesses.
CLARA: One question.
JOURNEY: No time.
(Journey and Gretchen place grenades on handy surfaces.)
CLARA: Why did we
come here today? What was the point? You. You thought there was a good
Dalek. What difference would one good Dalek make?
DOCTOR: All the difference in the universe, but it's impossible.
CLARA: Is that a fact?
Is that really what we've learned today?
Think about it.
Is that what we've learned?
MORGAN: Journey, what the hell's happening?
That thing's set the Daleks on us.
MORGAN [OC]: And it's locked us
out of our defences.
you're the Aristotle's only hope.
MORGAN [OC]: I need you to destroy that
RUSTY: The rebels will be exterminated.
MORGAN: Whatever it takes.
JOURNEY: Understood, Uncle.
MORGAN: I'm sorry.
JOURNEY: Yeah. Me too.
DOCTOR: Clara Oswald, do I really not pay you?
CLARA: You couldn't afford me.
DOCTOR: Whatever you're going to do, don't do it This Dalek must not be
destroyed. We can do better.
JOURNEY: Are you out of your mind?
DOCTOR: No, I'm inside a Dalek. I'm standing where I've never been. We
cannot waste this chance. It won't come again.
JOURNEY: What chance? I have my orders.
DOCTOR: Soldiers take orders.
JOURNEY: And I'm a soldier.
DOCTOR: A Dalek is a better soldier than you will ever be.
You can't win this way.
(Journey holds up a grenade to pull the pin, then puts it down again.)
So what do we do?
DOCTOR: Something better.
DALEK: Prepare to board the rebel ship. We must
find our comrade Dalek.
Spare no humans.
Exterminate them all.
DALEKS: Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate.
(The Saucer flies over the asteroid where the Aristotle is hiding.)
(They climb up to a recess.)
The Dalek isn't just some angry blob in a Dalekanium tank. If it was,
the radiation would have turned it into a raging lunatic.
JOURNEY: It is a raging lunatic, it's a Dalek.
DOCTOR: But for a moment, it wasn't. The radiation allowed it to expand
its consciousness, to consider things beyond
its natural terms of reference. It became good. That means a good Dalek
is possible. That's what we learned today.
Am I right, teach?
CLARA: Top of the class.
JOURNEY: But now it's back to how it was.
DOCTOR: But what it saw, what it felt, is still there.
JOURNEY: Yeah, I'm not really seeing that.
DOCTOR: Not here. There.
(He points upwards.)
JOURNEY: You mean in the cortex vault?
CLARA: The evil engineering?
DOCTOR: Every memory recorded. Some suppressed, but all still intact.
We need to show the Dalek that star being born again.
Recreate that moment.
You need to get up there, find that moment and reawaken it.
DOCTOR: Yes, you. Good idea.
DOCTOR: Haven't the foggiest. Do a clever thing. And then once you've
done it, the Dalek will be suggestible to new ideas. It will be open
And I will show it something that will change its mind forever
JOURNEY: What? Not a clue.
[Aristotle docking port]
DALEK [OC]: Docking initiated.
(The space doors are blown in.)
DALEK [OC]: Pressures equalised. Boarding corp, begin attack.
DALEK 2: Advance. Exterminate
DALEKS: Seek, locate, destroy. Surrender is not accepted.
(Note - as they come through the burning spacedoors, some of the rubber
plungers catch fire.)
JOURNEY: This is crazy. There is no way that we can
get back up there in time.
GRETCHEN: Yes, there is.
JOURNEY: No, Gretchen.
It'll bring the antibodies back down on us.
GRETCHEN: Tell me the truth. Is he mad, or is he right? I've come this
far. Probably going to die anyway.
Wouldn't mind something to do for the rest of my life.
Is he mad, or is he right?
CLARA: Hand on my heart? Most days he's both.
GRETCHEN: One question, then. Is this worth it?
DOCTOR: If I can turn one Dalek, I can turn them all. I can save the
GRETCHEN: Gretchen Alison Carlisle. Do something good and name it after
DOCTOR: I will do something amazing, I promise.
GRETCHEN: Damn well better.
(Gretchen primes her harpoon.)
JOURNEY: No, Gretchen.
(She fires two wires up to the cranial ledge.)
CLARA: They're coming. They're coming.
(Journey fastens a pulley onto the zip wire.)
JOURNEY: Grab hold of the rope. Don't look down.
GRETCHEN: Good luck.
(Journey and Clara fly upwards. The Doctor leaves, and Gretchen shoots
at the antibodies until she is killed, screaming.)
(And stops screaming
when she realises she is still breathing and sitting down. Gretchen
looks at the Edwardian lady seated across the tea table by the French
MISSY: Hello. I'm Missy. Welcome to heaven. Would you like some tea?
Little splosh? Lovely.
DALEK: Exterminate. Advance. Seek, locate, destroy.
DALEK 2: Seek, locate, destroy.
DALEK 3: Exterminate.
(A Dalek goes KaBOOM!)
DALEK: Advance. Seek, locate.
DALEK 2: Exterminate. Exterminate.
DOCTOR: Well, Rusty, here we are. Eye to eye.
RUSTY: You cannot save the humans. They will be exterminated.
RUSTY: I shall join the Dalek units in the final
JOURNEY: So what do we do?
CLARA: Er, a clever thing, quickly.
Think, think, think, think, think.
Some of the lights are out.
JOURNEY: Yeah, we've got a damaged Dalek. You want to complain to
CLARA: But it's not damaged, look at them.
CLARA: So, the Doctor said this was a memory bank and some of the
memories were suppressed. What if. What if the
dark spots are hidden memories? What if one of those is the Dalek
seeing a star?
Well, maybe. It's either that or the bulbs need changing.
JOURNEY: It really could be the bulbs.
CLARA: Got a better idea?
JOURNEY: Really wish I had.
CLARA: Yep, me too.
(She pulls one of the panels off.)
CLARA: Watch out for antibodies.
Let's see if there's an on switch.
(Clara goes behind, into the memory banks.)
DOCTOR: I saved your life, Rusty. Now I'm going to
go one better.
I'm going to save your soul.
RUSTY: Daleks do not have souls.
DOCTOR: Oh, no? Imagine if you did. What then, Rusty? What would happen
CLARA: I'm in the cortex.
JOURNEY: If there's a pack of spare bulbs, break it
to me gently.
(Clara hits a dark panel and there is a flash. Some lights come on.
The Doctor sees the flash travel down neurones to Rusty.
dying soldiers are on the screens.)
DOCTOR: Your memories. I'm about to give some back
JOURNEY: Are you okay? Clara?
CLARA: Yeah. I think there was some sort of energy
JOURNEY: You got the first lights on.
CLARA: Of course, it's a brain. Brains work with
electrical pathways linking up memories.
It's working. It's working,
we're turning the memories back on.
(She continues to crawl over flexible tubing.)
DOCTOR: See, all those years ago, when I began
Doctor is using his sonic screwdriver to cut through the flexible
tubing covering a set of neurones, then pulls them apart.)
DOCTOR: I was just running. I called myself the Doctor, but it was just
And then I went to Skaro. And then I met you lot and I understood who I
was. The Doctor was not the Daleks.
MORGAN: Fall back.
Follow me. Fall back.
DALEKS: Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate.
(Antibodies are rising up through Rusty's body.)
JOURNEY: You'd better get a move on, There's company coming.
(Soldiers continue to die as Daleks close in from
DALEKS: Exterminate. Exterminate.
MORGAN: Fall back, fall back.
DALEKS: Exterminate. Exterminate.
(The soldiers seal a bulkhead door.)
(Journey starts shooting at antibodies.)
JOURNEY: Hurry up!
CLARA: Show me a star, Rusty.
(More lights come back on.)
(Impulses flow down the cables to Rusty. These
images are of Daleks flying in space, attacking the Valiant in Stolen
DOCTOR: Oh, look. It's your memories again. It's like somebody's
mucking about up there.
Memories, all those memories. Do you remember the star you saw being
CLARA: Almost done. One more to go.
JOURNEY: Hurry up, Clara! Hurry up.
(The last set of lights come on, and Rusty's eyepiece goes dark. The
JOURNEY: Clara, you did it. It's rebooting.
JOURNEY [OC]: The antibodies have reset.
RUSTY: I, I remember.
DOCTOR: You saw the truth, Rusty. Remember how you felt. You saw a star
The endless rebirth of the universe.
DOCTOR: And you realised the truth about the Daleks
(Rusty is spinning around.)
RUSTY: Truth? What is the truth?
DOCTOR: Let me show you the truth. I've opened your
mind and now I'm coming in.
(The Daleks are starting to burn through the
MORGAN: That door is never going to hold. But I'm damned if I'm going
to make it easy for them.
Doctor splices the two pieces of cut neurone together with his bare
hands, and screams as the energy surges through his body.)
DOCTOR: I'm part of you. My mind is in your mind.
RUSTY: I see your mind, Doctor. I see your
DOCTOR: And isn't the universe beautiful?
RUSTY [OC]: I see beauty.
DOCTOR: Yes, that's good. That is good. Hold on to that.
RUSTY [OC]: I see endless, divine perfection.
DOCTOR: Make it a part of you. Remember how you feel right now. Put it
inside you and live by it.
RUSTY [OC]: I see into your soul, Doctor. I see beauty. I see divinity.
I see hatred.
RUSTY: I see your hatred of the Daleks and it is
(Behind the Doctor, the Crucible explodes.)
DOCTOR: No, no, no.
You must see more than that, there must be more than that.
RUSTY: Death to the Daleks.
RUSTY [OC]: Death to the Daleks. Death to the
DOCTOR: No, there must be more than that. There must be more than that.
RUSTY: Daleks are evil. Daleks must be
exterminated. Daleks are evil.
(Rusty approaches his former comrades from the rear, while Morgan
and his surviving soldiers prepare for them to break through the
MORGAN: God save us all.
RUSTY: Daleks must be exterminated.
(The Daleks turn and Rusty shoots them to pieces.)
DALEK: Under attack from a Dalek!
(KaBOOMs all round!)
RUSTY: The Daleks are exterminated
DOCTOR: Of course they are. That's what you do,
(The humans have left Rusty and are normal size
JOURNEY: Uncle Morgan.
RUSTY: I have transmitted a retreat signal.
The Daleks will believe the humans have initiated the ship's
(Journey briefly hugs Morgan.)
CLARA: What about you, Rusty?
RUSTY: I must go with them.
DOCTOR: Of course you must. You've unfinished work, haven't you?
RUSTY: Victory is yours, but it does not please you.
DOCTOR: You looked inside me and you saw hatred. That's not victory.
Victory would have been a good Dalek.
RUSTY: I am not a good Dalek.
You are a good Dalek.
(Rusty turns to leave, then looks back at the Doctor.)
DOCTOR: Till the next time.
(The Doctor goes through the door to Med Sec 07.)
JOURNEY: Is he leaving? Isn't he going to say goodbye?
CLARA: I think that was it. Yep, that was it. Sorry, got to run.
(Clara goes after the Doctor. Rusty leaves.)
JOURNEY: I'm sorry.
(Journey kisses Morgan on the cheek and follows Clara.)
[Med Sec 07]
JOURNEY: Doctor. Take me with you.
DOCTOR: I think you're probably nice. Underneath it all, I think you're
kind and you're definitely brave.
I just wish you hadn't been a soldier.
and Clara exchange final sheepish smiles before Clara follows the
Doctor into the Tardis. The Dalek Saucer leaves the asteroid belt.)
(Clara runs up the stairs in new clothes. The
Tardis is in flight.)
CLARA: How do I look?
DOCTOR: Sort of short and round-ish, but with a good personality, which
CLARA: I meant my clothes. I just changed.
DOCTOR: Oh, good for you, still making an
(The Tardis lands.)
DOCTOR: Okay, right, you're back in your cupboard, thirty seconds after
CLARA: When will I see you again?
DOCTOR: Oh. Soon, I expect. Or later. One of those.
(Clara opens the door.)
CLARA: I don't know.
DOCTOR: I'm sorry?
CLARA: You asked me if you're a good man and the answer is, I don't
know. But I
think you try to be and I think that's probably the point.
DOCTOR: I think you're probably an amazing teacher.
CLARA: I think I'd better be.
(Clara comes out of the supply cupboard.)
DANNY: Ah, hey.
CLARA: Hey, Danny.
DANNY: Have you changed your clothes?
CLARA: Yes. Yes, I, I have. Well noticed.
DANNY: Okay, good.
CLARA: Yes, good. Very good. Good work.
You passed the test.
DANNY: Are you really going to go for a drink with me?
CLARA: Yeah, course I am. Why wouldn't I?
DANNY: I just thought
CLARA: Thought what?
DANNY: I thought you might have a rule against soldiers.
CLARA: No. No, not at all.
(They go different ways.)
CLARA: Not me.