09x01 - The Magician's Apprentice

[ Battlefield ]

( Soldiers shout )

Soldier: Spread out! Get down!

( Laser fire )

( Distant siren )

Soldier: What's wrong?

Kanzo: Was that a child?

( Child pants )

Kanzo: Hey! You there, stop! Stop running!

Kanzo: It's OK. I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't run.

Soldier: Kanzo?

Kanzo: I'll catch up.

Soldier: There are clam drones two miles away.

Kanzo: I know. I'll be fine. Just go.

Kanzo: What are you doing out here, huh? Did you get lost?

( Rumbling )

Kanzo: Stay still. Stay absolutely still.

( Whirring )

( Beeping )

Kanzo: I'm just scanning the ground. I think we've got company. Do you know what hand mines are?

Kanzo: Well, in that case you know you've got to stand absolutely still. Right?

Kanzo: Have you ever seen a hand mine? Where?

Kanzo: OK. It's OK. Everything's going to be...

( Squelching )

( Squelching and crunching )

( Crunching )

Boy: Help me! Someone, please! Help me! HELP ME!

( Sonic screwdriver pulses )

The Doctor (O.C.): Your chances of survival are about one in a thousand. So here's what you do. You forget the thousand, and you concentrate on the one. Pick it up. I said, pick it up!

The Doctor (O.C.): ( Echoing ) I'm straight ahead of you, about fifty feet. Can you see me?

The Doctor: The device in your hand is creating an acoustic corridor, so that we can talk. Do you understand?

Boy: Who are you?

The Doctor: Oh, I'm just a passer-by. I was looking for a bookshop. How do you think I'm doing?

Boy: This isn't a bookshop.

The Doctor: No, this is a w*r. A very old one, going by the mix of technology. Which w*r is this? I get them all muddled up.

Boy: It's just the w*r.

The Doctor: Where am I? What planet is this?

Boy: I don't understand.

The Doctor: Well, neither do I. I try never to understand. It's called an open mind. Now, you have got to make a choice.

Boy: A choice?

The Doctor: Yes, you have got to decide that you're going to live. Survival is just a choice. Choose it now.

Boy: If I move, they'll get me.

The Doctor: I told you, you have one chance in a thousand. But one is all you ever need. What's your name? Come on, faith in the future. Introduce yourself! Tell me the name of the boy who isn't going to die today.

Boy: Davros. My name is Davros. Hello? Are you still there? Please, you've got to help me. You said I could survive. You said you'd help me. Help me!

[ Night Club ]

( Moody music plays )

Singer: ♪ Father, why are all the women weeping? ♪

( Hissing )

( Shouting, glass smashes )

( Hissing )

Colony Sarff: We are Colony Sarff. We bring harm.

( Hissing )

Colony Sarff: Where is the Doctor? Where is the Doctor?

( Ood whimpers )

( Hissing )

( Grunting )

( Straining )

Colony Sarff: Where is the Doctor?!

[ The Shadow Proclamation ]

Shadow Architect: Deploy the under-regiment across both sectors. That number of su1c1de moons cannot be ignored.

Shadow Architect: Apparently we have a security breach. I won't ask how you got in here, but I will demand to know your business, Colony Sarff.

Colony Sarff: Where is the Doctor?

Shadow Architect: I've no idea. He's not our concern, and he's certainly not your employer's.

Colony Sarff: The Doctor is required.

Shadow Architect: For what? Colony Sarff, you need to tell me. What does Davros want with the Doctor?

[ Karn ]

( Hissing )

( Rumbling )

Ohila: Welcome, Colony Sarff. We are the Sisterhood of Karn. If you do not leave our world immediately, we will take your skin. ( Voice echoes )

Colony Sarff: Where is the Doctor?

Ohila: Where he always is. Right behind you, and one step ahead. Tread carefully when you seek the Doctor, Colony Sarff, or he will be the last thing you find.

Colony: Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark Lord of Skaro.

Ohila: What of him?

Colony Sarff: Davros is dying.

Ohila: Davros is ancient. He should have been dust centuries ago.

Colony Sarff: He has a message for the Doctor.

Ohila: Then you will give it to me.

( Aggressive hissing )

Ohila: Your powers mean nothing here. Give me the message and leave.

Colony Sarff: Tell the Doctor, Davros knows. Davros remembers. Tell him he must face Davros one last time.

( Rumbling )

Colony Sarff: Davros knows. Davros remembers.

( Booming )

Ohila: Doctor? What have you done?

[ Davros' Room ]

Davros: Doctor... Doctor... ( Steady beeping ) Doc-tor...

Colony Sarff: You are dreaming, Lord Davros.

Davros: No. I am anticipating.

Colony Sarff: He cannot be found.

Davros: Of course he can. He has a weakness. If you seek the Doctor, first seek his friends.

( Steady beeping )

[ Classroom ]

( Boy spits )

Ryan: Will I get it back after school?

Children: Urgh!

Clara: How will you know which one's yours?

( Laughter )

Clara: Fine, then. Right. Now, where was I? Jane Austen. Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer, and strictly among ourselves, a phenomenal kisser.

Alison: Miss? Miss?

Ryan: Miss?

Alison: Is she OK?

Clara: Everybody turn on their phones. News websites and Twitter.

Ryan: Twitter?

Clara: Hashtag: #ThePlanesHaveStopped

Newsreader: Reports are coming in of planes hanging apparently motionless in the sky. Footage of passenger jets, which have seemingly come to a complete standstill in mid-air.

[ Classroom ]

Mr. Dunlop: Miss Oswald, a call at the office.

Clara: Yeah, that would probably be UNIT.

Mr. Dunlop: They're telling me you're needed. They were going to put me through to the Prime Minister.

Clara: Mister Dunlop, sorry. I have to take the rest of the day off owing to a, er, personal crisis.

[ EXT. school ]

Clara: Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming. No, don't send a helicopter. Think it through.

Newsreader (O.C.): Attempts at communications with the planes, with pilots, crew, passengers, all have failed.

( Newsreaders speak in various languages )

Newsreader (O.C.): .. family members with candlelight vigils around the world. ( Newsreader speaks in own language ) Meanwhile, reports are coming in from Caracas, Tel Aviv, Beijing. It seems no corner of the planet is unaffected.


Kate: The planes aren't responding. No, none of them. It's radio silence. I've got to go. Tell the President I'll call him back.

Kate: He's not answering his phone. Have you tried?

Clara: We don't know enough yet. He doesn't appreciate gossip.

Kate: Gossip?

Clara: How many planes?

Jac: 4,165 aircraft currently airborne.

Kate: That's a lot of passengers.

Clara: That's a lot of fuel.

Kate: Oh, dear God. Yes, it is.

Clara: OK, so, what could you do with 4,000 flying b*mb?

Jac: Ah, well, 439 nuclear power stations currently active.

Kate: What else?

Clara: I dunno. Er, fault lines. Earthquake, a tsunami?

Jac: Running simulations now.

Kate: So this is an attack?

Clara: What kind of an attack advertises? Why show somebody what you can do? Why not just do it? What's actually happened to the planes? What are the pilots saying?

Kate: We, we can't contact them.

Jac: The planes haven't stopped. They're actually frozen. Like, frozen in time. Pardon my sci-fi, but this is beyond any human technology.

Kate: OK, so we need the Doctor.

Clara: Kate, we can't just phone the Doctor and bleat, he'll go Scottish. Come on. What have we got? What do we know? It's not an attack, it's not an invasion, because, well, that doesn't come with a fair warning. So, somebody needs our attention. Somebody who needs to put a g*n to our heads to make us listen. Oh.

Kate: Oh?

Mike: We've got a message. The Doctor channel.

Clara: Sorry, what?

Kate: He never uses it. I doubt he remembers it even exists.

Clara: Then who is it?

Mike: Decrypting. We're getting text through, I think.

Clara: Texting? Definitely not the Doctor.

( Beeping )

Text: You so fine.

Kate: Have you got any more?

Mike: Coming.

Text: You blow my mind. Hey Missy, you so fine, you so fine, you blow my mind! Hey Missy!!!

Missy (on monitor): Today, I shall be talking to you out of the square window!

Kate: What the hell was that? How did she do that?

Jac: Dunno. Some sort of psychic projection, or something.

Kate: Oh great, thanks.

Missy (on monitor): OK, cutting to the chase. Not dead, back, big surprise, never mind. I'm in a lovely little square in one of your, oh, I don't know, hot countries. There's a light breeze coming from the east, this coffee is a buzz-monster in my brain, and I'm going to need eight sn*pers.

Kate: Eight what?

Missy (on monitor): Three for each heart, and two for my brain stem. You'll have to switch me off fast, before I can regenerate. How fast can you get here? Ooo, I'll need to arrange you a flight corridor.

Kate: Why do you need sn*pers?

Missy (on monitor): Because it's the only way she'll feel safe enough to talk to me. Shall we say four o'clock?

[ Plaza ]


Missy: Oh, saucy.

( Pigeons coo )

Missy: Go on, then.

Missy: How's your boyfriend? Still tremendously dead, I expect.

Clara: Still dead, yeah. How come you're still alive?

Missy: Death is for other people, dear. Would you like to sit in the shade? I know how you humans burn.

( Controller beeps )

( Plane engine approaches )

( Controller beeps )

Missy: Better? I expect you've tried to contact him by now. Well, you should know, I can't find him either. No one can.

Clara: That happens, now and then.

Missy: Not like this.

Missy: It's a confession dial.

Clara: A what?

Missy: In your terms, a will. The Last Will and Testament of the Time Lord known as the Doctor, to be delivered, according to ancient tradition, to his closest friend, on the eve of his final day.

Missy: Ah, ah! What are you doing?

Clara: You said... I thought...

Missy: No, no, no, no, no. It was delivered to me.

Clara: You?

Missy: Well of course it was sent to me. What have you got to do with it? I'm his friend. You're just...

Clara: I'm just what?

Missy: See that couple over there?

Missy: You're the puppy.

Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor?

Missy: Since always. Since the Cloister Wars. Since the night he stole the moon and the President's wife. Since he was a little girl. One of those was a lie. Can you guess which one?

Clara: He's not your friend. You keep trying to k*ll him.

Missy: He keeps trying to k*ll me. It's sort of our texting. We've been at it for ages.

Clara: Mmm. Must be love.

Missy: Oh, don't be disgusting. We're Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilisation, and infinitely more complex.

Clara: So the Doctor is your bezzy mate and I'm supposed to believe that you've turned good?

Missy: Good?

( She fires )

Soldier (O.C.): Man down!

Clara: No!

Soldier (O.C.): Man down!


Kate: Don't sh**t her. Do not sh**t her!

[ Plaza ]

Missy: By the ring on his finger, he was married, and I, I think I detected some baby leakage on his jacket, so he had a family. No, I've not "turned good".

( She fires )


Kate: Nobody fire!

[ Plaza ]

Missy: Ooh, wow, I'm on a roll. Thanks for bringing spares.

Clara: Stop it. Just stop it. Don't sh**t anybody else!

Missy: Oi, you, sweaty one, on your knees. Let's have a goodbye selfie for your kids.

Clara: Missy, nobody else!

Missy: Say something nice.

Clara: No.

Missy: I'll k*ll everyone in this square.

Clara: Start with me. Then what, hey? You came here for my help.

Missy: Because the Doctor is in danger.

Clara: Make me believe you.

Missy: How?

Clara: Release the planes.

Missy: The planes are keeping me alive. I mean, there's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight naughty little sn*pers ready to k*ll me.

Clara: Yeah. On my command.

Clara: Your best friend is in danger. Show me you care. Make me believe.

( Controller beeps )

( Plane engine recedes )


Jac: The planes! The planes are all moving again.

[ Plaza ]

Missy: It's only a basic Time Stop. Parlour trick. Couldn't have done anything with them anyway.

Clara: What does it say?

Missy: What does what say?

Clara: His confession.

Missy: It will only open when he's dead.

Clara: Then it won't open, will it?

Missy: Question. If the Doctor has one last night to live, if he's certain he's facing the end of his life, where, in all of space and time, would he go?

Clara: Here.

( CLAP! )

Missy: Well, yes, Earth, obviously! But where? When?



Jac: The algorithm generates probabilities based on crisis points, anomalies, anachronisms, keywords.

Kate: Such as?

Jac: "Blue box", "Doctor"...


Jac: There we go. San Martino, Troy, multiples for New York,

[ Plaza ]

JAC (O.C.) And three possible versions of Atlantis. It's easier than you'd think. The Doctor makes a lot of noise and he loves to make an entrance.

( CLAP! )


Kate: But which one is the one? Where is he now?

[ Plaza ]

Clara: How's a Time Lord supposed to die?

Missy: Meditation. Repentance and acceptance.


Missy (on screen): Contemplation of the absolute.

Clara (on screen): Great, thanks. Change the algorithm. Eliminate the crisis points. Where is the Doctor making the most noise, but there isn't any crisis?

[ Plaza ]

Clara: We're looking for a party!

( Beeping )

( Electric guitar chord )

Clara: There he is. "Do not go gentle into that good night."

Missy: You go, girl!

( Missy whoops )

( Crowd cheering )

[ Castle Ramparts ]

Missy: Whoo, Mummy, do it again! Vortex manipulators - yours is slaved to mine. Cheap and nasty time travel.

Bors: Face me, Magician! Face me!

Missy: You probably want to throw up, don't you? Pick a local. According to you, this is where the Doctor is.

Clara: OK, how do we find him? How do we know what we're looking for?

Missy: Anachronisms. The slightest, tiniest... ( Electric guitar riff ) .. anachronism.

[ Castle Courtyard ]

( Guitar solo )

( Crowd cheers )

( Feedback squeals )

Bors: Dude! What is that?

The Doctor: You said you wanted an axe fight.

( Silence )

The Doctor: Oh, come on. In a few hundred years, that'll be really funny. It's a slow burner.

Bors: A musical instrument is not an axe.

The Doctor: Yes, and a daffodil is not a broadsword, but I still won the last round!

( Crowd cheers )

The Doctor: What do you think of my t*nk? Don't worry, it isn't loaded.

Bors: I don't like it.

The Doctor: No, neither do I. I bought it for my fish.

Bors: Your fish?

The Doctor: I may have ordered... online!

( Silence )

The Doctor: Oh, come on. Fish? t*nk? Honestly, this stuff will be hilarious in a very few hundred years. Do please stick around.

Clara: What's the matter with him? He's never like this.

Missy: Oh, you really are new, aren't you?

Clara: Wait, hang on. Did he just hear that? He doesn't know we're here, does he?

( Guitar intro to 'Pretty Woman' )

The Doctor: Now, you lot. I have been here all day, and it's been a great day!

Bors: You've been here for three weeks.

The Doctor: Three weeks? It must be nearly bedtime. Well, we've partied.

( Cheering )

The Doctor: Yes! I helped you dig a well, with a first-class, child-friendly visitor's centre! I've given you some top-notch maths tuition in a fun but relevant way. And I have also introduced the word "dude" several centuries early. Let me hear you!

All: Dude!

The Doctor: Are you a Renaissance...?

All: Dude!

The Doctor: Are you a Medieval...?

All: Dude!

The Doctor: I am a dragon-slaying...?

All: Dude!

The Doctor: We are all the young...?

All: Dudes!

The Doctor: I like it. But I've got some sad news for you, dudes. Tonight, I'm going to have to leave you.

( Crowd boos )

The Doctor: But before I do, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of mine.

( Crowd oohs )

( Applause and cheering )

Clara: How did you know I was here? Did you see me?

The Doctor: When do I not see you?

Clara: What, one face in all of that crowd?

The Doctor: There was a crowd, too?

Clara: Wow, we're doing charm as well, now, are we? Which one of us is dying?

Clara: OK. And we're doing hugging now, too. I can't keep up.

The Doctor: Well, you know what they say. Hugging is a great way to hide your face.

Clara: OK, look. I guessed a party, but not like this. What is this? This isn't you.

The Doctor: I spent all day yesterday in a bow tie, the day before in a long scarf. It's my party, and all of me is invited.

( Guitar riff )

Missy: What the hell are you up to, man?

The Doctor: It's the wicked stepmother! Everyone hiss!

( Crowd hisses )

Missy: Apparently, you think you're going to die tomorrow.

The Doctor: Well, I've got some good news about that.

Missy: Oh, yeah?

The Doctor: It's still today!

Missy: Oh, that's very good.

( Wah-wah-wah!

Choking )

The Doctor: Bors. Is it a marble again? Did you swallow one of the marbles I gave you? Don't swallow marbles!

( Hissing )

Colony Sarff: Doctor. Your friends have led me to you. You will come.

The Doctor: Says you and whose army?

( Screaming )

( Hissing )

The Doctor: Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand?

Colony Sarff: Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark lord of Skaro, is dying.

The Doctor: So I hear.

Colony Sarff: He would speak with you again on the last night of his life.

The Doctor: Then you will harm nobody in this place. Not one person. Are we very, very clear?

( Hissing )

Colony Sarff: Are you so dangerous, little man?

The Doctor: You want to know how dangerous I am? Davros sent you. You know how stupid you are? You came!

( He hisses )

The Doctor: Is that supposed to frighten me? Snake nest in a dress? Now, explain... politely. Davros is my arch-enemy. Why would I want to talk to him?

Missy: No, wait, hang on a minute. Davros is your arch-enemy now?

The Doctor: Hush!

Missy: I'll scratch his eye out.

Colony Sarff: Davros knows. Davros remembers.

Clara: That's yours.

The Doctor: Er, it was.

Clara: Was?

The Doctor: I don't have a screwdriver any more.

Missy: Ooo. Never seen that before. Doctor, the look on your face. What is that?

Clara: Shame. You're ashamed. Doctor? What have you done?

Young Davros: Please, you've got to help me. You said I could survive! You said you'd help me! Help me!

( The TARDIS dematerialises. )

The Doctor: Is your ship in orbit?

Missy: It's a trap.

Colony Sarff: Prepare yourself for teleport.

Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps, traps are my flirting. This is a trap.

The Doctor: I am prepared.

Missy: You sent me your confession dial! You threw yourself a three-week party. You know what this is.

The Doctor: Yes. Goodbye. ( Softly ) Goodbye, Clara.

( Hissing )

Clara: We're coming with him. Both of us, her and me.

The Doctor: No! No, no, no. Under no circumstances! What are you doing now?

Colony Sarff: Voting. We are a democracy. ( Hissing ) It is agreed.

The Doctor: No, no, no! I forbid it, no! No! No! No! No!

( Silence )

[ Castle ]

Bors: Inform High Command. It is located. The TARDIS is located.

Dalek (O.C.): The TARDIS will be procured.

Daleks (O.C.): Procure the TARDIS. Procure the TARDIS. Procure. Procure.

[ Sarff's Spaceship ]

The Doctor: Davros is the child of w*r, a w*r that wouldn't end. A thousand years of fighting, till nobody could remember why. So Davros, he created a new kind of warrior: one that wouldn't bother with that question. A mutant in a t*nk that would never, ever stop. And they never did.

Clara: The Daleks?

The Doctor: How scared must you be to seal every one of your own kind inside a t*nk? Davros made the Daleks, but who made Davros?

( Whooshing )

Missy: OK, great. Coming out of hyperspace.

The Doctor: So that's where he ended up.

Clara: What is that?

The Doctor: I don't know. A hospital?

[ Empty room ]

( Missy sings )

Clara: How long have we been waiting?

The Doctor: Who knows? It's always the way with hospitals.

Colony: You will come. You will stay.

Missy: Fair enough.

Clara: Doctor. You sent Missy your confession dial.

The Doctor: Well, we've known each other a long time. She's one of my own people.

Clara: My point is, we both saw her die on Earth, ages ago. And obviously you knew that wasn't real. Or worse, hoped it wasn't. Either way, I think you've been lying.

The Doctor: I'm sorry.

Clara: Don't apologise. Make it up to me. There, see? Ha. Now you have to come back.

( Hissing )

The Doctor: Gravity.

Missy: I know.

Clara: Gravity?

Missy: Oh, yeah. You know what's wrong with the gravity in here?

Clara: No.

Missy: Nothing. It's perfect. But this is a space station, so the gravity should be artificial, all coppery-smelling round the edges, a tiny bit sexy. But this feels real, man. Like a planet.

Clara: How can you and the Doctor be friends?

Missy: Why shouldn't we be?

Clara: You spend all your time fighting.

Missy: Exactly.

Missy: You know what this airlock is? I'll tell you. It's pants.

Clara: What do you mean?

Missy: I mean that today might be the day.

Clara: What day?

Missy: The day I k*ll you.

Clara: What are you doing? Are you opening it?

Missy: Yeah, course.

Clara: Missy, we'll get sucked out!

Missy: You and me together, off we go. Let's make jam!

( Alarm blares )

[ Davros' room ]

Davros: Doctor?

Davros: Doctor.

The Doctor: Davros.

Davros: I approve of your new face, Doctor. So much more like mine. Colony Sarff, untie our guest's hands.

( Hissing )

Davros: You may leave us.

Davros: You came, then.

The Doctor: Clearly.

Davros: Did you suspect a trap?

The Doctor: I still do.

Davros: Then why are you here? Did you miss our conversations?

Fourth Doctor: If you had created a virus in your laboratory...

Fifth Doctor: I'm not here as your prisoner, Davros...

Seventh Doctor: Unimaginable power! Unlimited rice pudding!

Tenth Doctor: Everything we saw. Everything we lost.

Sixth Doctor: But did you bother to tell anyone they might be eating their own relatives?

Twelfth Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, OK, you've made your point.

Davros: Have I?

The Doctor 4 (on screen): If someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you, and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then k*ll that child?

The Doctor: I get the point.

Davros: Do you know why you came, Doctor? You have a sense of duty. Of guilt, perhaps. And certainly of shame.

The Doctor: You flatter me.

Davros: Pity. I intended to accuse. I believe that for the ultimate good of the universe, I was right to create the Daleks.

The Doctor: You were very wrong.

Davros: This is the argument we've had since we met.

The Doctor: It ended in the Time w*r.

Davros: It survived the Time w*r. But it will end tonight. That is why you are here.

( Alarm blares )

Davros: It seems your friends have gone exploring.

[ EXT. Hospital ]

Missy: It's warm, isn't it? For deep space, anyway.

Clara: What are you doing?

Missy: Treading softly.

Clara: What, there's a floor?

Missy: No. No, there's ground. This is the ground.

Missy: We're on a planet. And that is not a space station. That is a building. And the rest of the planet, the whole thing, is invisible.

Clara: That's ridiculous.

Missy: Well, yes, of course it is. I mean, how would you ever find your glasses? Or the little girl's room? And what if you kissed an ugly? Unless, when you're part of the atmosphere, you start syncing with the spectrum.

Clara: Why would anybody hide a whole planet?

Missy: That would rather depend on the planet, dear.

Missy: No.

[ Davros' room ]

The Doctor: No!

[ Planet surface ]

Missy: They've built it again. They've brought it back. No, no. No!

Clara: What? What is it? Where are we?

[ Davros' room ]

The Doctor: Skaro! You've brought me to Skaro.

Davros: Where does an old man go to die, but with his children?

[ Planet surface ]

Clara: What's Skaro?

Missy: The beginning. Where it all started. This is the planet of the Daleks!

Dalek: Correct.

[ Davros' room ]

The Doctor: Clara!

Davros: You cannot help her now, Doctor.

( He hammers on door )

[ Control room ]

Clara: The TARDIS. How did she get here?

Dalek Supreme: It has been procured.

( Whirring )

Clara: Yeah? Yeah, well, if you're trying to get inside, you can't. Nothing can enter the TARDIS.

Dalek Supreme: The TARDIS will not be entered. The TARDIS will be destroyed.

Clara: Yeah, well, good luck, because she's indestructible.

Missy: Did the Doctor tell you that? Because you should never believe a man about a vehicle.

[ Davros' room ]

The Doctor: What are they going to do? Tell me, what?

Davros: Who can say? You know what children are like.

Missy (on screen): Daleks! Pay attention!

The Doctor (Whispers): Don't. Just don't.

[ Control room - Davros' room ]

Missy: You know what this is? This thing you're about to destroy? I'll tell you! It's the dog's unmentionables. And you know all about those, don't you?

Missy: This is a TARDIS. With this, you can go anywhere, do anything, k*ll anyone. With this, the Daleks can be more powerful than ever before.

Missy: You just need one thing.

The Doctor: No. Missy, no!

Missy: Me. You need me. A Time Lady, to show you how it works. With this and with me, everything can be yours. And you can burn it all, for ever and ever and ever. Or would you rather just k*ll me?

Dalek Supreme: Maximum extermination.

Dalek: Exterminate.

[ Davros' room ]

The Doctor: Please! Please, I'm begging you. Please, please. Please, save Clara.

Davros: I gave the Daleks life. I do not control them.

The Doctor: Oh, Clara. Oh, my Clara.

Davros: See how they play with her. See how they toy. They want her to run. They need her to run. Do you feel their need, Doctor? Their bl*od is screaming k*ll, k*ll, k*ll! Hunter and prey, held in the ecstasy of crisis. Is this not life at its purest?

[ Control room ]

Dalek: Exterminate! Exterminate!

( Clara screams )

[ Davros' room ]

The Doctor: Why have I ever let you live?

Davros: Compassion, Doctor. It has always been your greatest indulgence. Let this be my final victory. Let me hear you say it, just once. "Compassion... is... wrong."

[ Control room ]

Dalek Supreme: Destroy the TARDIS!

Daleks: Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!

[ Battlefield ]

Young Davros: Help me! You can't leave me! You promised. You said I had a chance.

( Footsteps )

Young Davros: Who are you? I don't get it. How did you get there?

The Doctor: From the future.

Young Davros: Are you going to save me?

The Doctor: I'm going to save my friend the only way I can.

The Doctor: Exterminate!

Imagine -- to hold in your hand the b*at of every Dalek.

Genocide in a moment.

So many backs with a single kn*fe.

Dalek: All praise Davros!

Are you ready to be a god?