Transcript: 9x01 The Magician's Apprentice
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EXT. DAY, A MUDDY FIELD
Overhead shot. All we see is fog, smoke, mist. We hear shouting and then we see the wet field with soldiers running.
SOLDIER:
Spread out!
SOLDIER 2:
Get down!
The running soldiers fall into the mud as a WWI-era biplane flies overhead. It fires lasers! One of the soldiers gets back up and aims a bow and arrow at the disappearing plane. We hear sirens and a boy appears to run into the mist. A soldier runs up to the man with a bow.
SOLDIER:
What's wrong?
SOLDIER 2:
Was that a child?
The BOY continues to run, panting heavily. SOLDIER 2 runs after him.
SOLDIER 2:
Hey! You there, stop! Stop running! (puts bow across his back and raises hands placatingly)
The BOY stops and looks back at him.
SOLDIER 2:
It's OK. Not going to hurt you. Just don't run.
The other soldier joins them.
SOLDIER:
Kanzo?
KANZO:
I'll catch up!
SOLDIER:
There are clam drones two miles away.
KANZO:
I know! I'll be fine. Just go.
The SOLDIER runs off.
KANZO:
What are you doing out here? Huh? Did you get lost?
The BOY nods. The ground rumbles and moves like a wave, like it was liquid.
KANZO:
Stay still. Stay absolutely still. (takes out device and holds it in front of him) I'm just scanning the ground. I think we've got company. Do you know what hand mines are?
The BOY nods.
KANZO:
Well, in that case you know you've got to stand absolutely still. Right?
The BOY nods.
KANZO:
Ever seen a hand mine?
The BOY nods.
KANZO:
Where?
The BOY looks towards KANZO’S feet and we see a muddy hand reaching from out of the ground to grip KANZO’S boot.
KANZO:
(looks at BOY) OK. It's OK. Everything's going to be...
KANZO is pulled under with a squelching. The spot where he was standing closes up like he was never there. Hands begin to reach out from the ground surrounding the BOY. They rotate and we see eyes in the palms.
BOY:
Help me! Someone, please! Help me! HELP ME!
Close-up of an object spinning through the air: the sonic screwdriver. It lands on the ground, pulsing.
DOCTOR: (v.o.)
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 wind blows the smoke away and we briefly see the DOCTOR by the TARDIS. He is crouching outside the range of the hands. The BOY bends over and picks up the sonic.
DOCTOR: (v.o.)
I'm straight ahead of you. About 50 feet. Can you see me?
The BOY nods.
DOCTOR:
The device in your hand is creating an acoustic corridor so that we can talk. Do you understand?
BOY:
Who are you?
DOCTOR:
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.
DOCTOR:
No, this is a war. A very old one, going by the mix of technology. Which war is this? I get them all muddled up.
BOY:
Just the war.
DOCTOR:
Where am I? What planet is this?
BOY:
I don't understand.
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?
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.
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.
The DOCTOR is shocked by this revelation. As DAVROS continues to speak, the camera closes in on the DOCTOR.
YOUNG DAVROS: (v.o.)
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!
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Peter Capaldi
Jenna Coleman
DOCTOR WHO
“The Magician’s Apprentice”
By
Steven Moffat
PRODUCER
Peter Bennett
DIRECTOR
Hettie MacDonald
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EXT. PLANET, NIGHT
We see what appears to be a tall city or building: the Maldovarium. A spaceship comes in for a landing.
EXT. ALLEY, NIGHT
A mysterious robed figure glides and weaves through the alley.
INT. CLUB, NIGHT
Various creatures patronize the club. The singer is doing a rendition of “The Weeping Song” by Nick Cave. The hooded figure enters the club and hisses. The patrons shout and glasses are broken. The figure lifts his head and his face looks to have burn scars and four horizontal lines.
FIGURE:
We are Colony Sarff. We bring harm.
SARFF moves deeper into the club looking at the others. There is an Ood!
SARFF:
Where is the Doctor? Where is the Doctor? Where is the Doc-tor?!
INT. SHADOW PROCLAMATION
The SHADOW ARCHITECT is striding down a marble hall with columns and statuary. She periodically looks behind her to see if the Judoon following are paying attention.
ARCHITECT:
Deploy the under-regiment across both sectors. That number of suicide moons cannot be ignored. (stops) 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.
SARFF:
Where is the Doctor?
ARCHITECT:
I've no idea. He's not our concern, and he's certainly not your employer's.
SARFF:
The Doctor is required.
ARCHITECT:
For what? Colony Sarff, you need to tell me. What does Davros want with the Doctor?
SARFF leaves.
EXT. KARN, NIGHT
A storm thunders overhead as SARFF approaches a cave. Surrounding it are women in red cloaks holding torches.
OHILA:
Welcome, Colony Sarff. We are the Sisterhood of Karn. If you do not leave our world immediately, we will take your skin.
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.
SARFF:
Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark Lord of Skaro.
OHILA:
What of him?
SARFF:
Davros is dying.
OHILA:
Davros is ancient. He should have been dust centuries ago.
SARFF:
He has a message for the Doctor.
OHILA:
Then you will give it to me.
SARFF hisses and writhes.
OHILA:
Your powers mean nothing here. Give me the message and leave.
SARFF:
Tell the Doctor, Davros knows. Davros remembers. Tell him he must face Davros one last time.
SARFF backs away slowly as thunder rumbles.
SARFF:
(as he leaves) Davros knows. Davros remembers.
OHILA:
(turns head) Doctor? What have you done?
The DOCTOR is hiding behind an outcrop of stones.
INT. HOSPITAL, SKARO
The camera closes in on a room where we see machines and tubes. DAVROS is in the centre in his chair.
DAVROS:
Doctor. Doctor. Doc-tor...
SARFF:
You are dreaming, Lord Davros.
DAVROS:
No. I am anticipating. (holds a sonic screwdriver)
SARFF:
He cannot be found.
DAVROS:
Of course he can. He has a weakness. If you seek the Doctor, first, seek his friends.
INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, CLASSROOM, DAY
A wad of gum thuds in the bottom of a trash bin. There are already a number of old ones in there.
BOY:
Will I get it back after school?
There is a collective “ew” from the rest of the class.
CLARA:
How will you know which one's yours?
The BOY shrugs and the class laughs. CLARA puts the bin back in place.
CLARA:
Fine, then. Right, now, where was I? Jane Austen. Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer, and strictly among ourselves, a phenomenal kisser. (looks out a window and is distracted)
GIRL:
Miss? Miss?
Outside the window, we can see what has attracted CLARA’S attention: a plane has stopped in mid-air.
BOY:
Miss?
CLARA walks from the window to her desk.
GIRL:
Is she OK?
CLARA walks back to the window and, with a marker, draws a circle on the window framing the still plane. She then turns back to the class.
CLARA:
Everybody turn on their phones. (opens window and leans out) News websites and Twitter. (comes back inside)
BOY:
Twitter?
CLARA:
Hashtag... (closes window) ThePlanesHaveStopped.
VARIOUS NEWS REPORTS
Photos of unmoving planes are shown on various networks.
MALE NEWSREADER:
Reports are coming in of planes hanging apparently motionless in the sky...
FEMALE NEWSREADER:
Footage of passenger jets, which have seemingly come to a complete standstill in midair...
INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, CLASSROOM, DAY
A MAN runs into the classroom.
MAN:
Miss Oswald, a call at the office.
CLARA:
Yeah, that would probably be UNIT.
MAN:
They're telling me you're needed. They were going to put me through to the Prime Minister.
CLARA:
(gets leather jacket from desk) Mr Dunlop, sorry. I have to take the rest of the day off owing to a, um, personal crisis. (runs out)
EXT. COAL HILL SCHOOL
CLARA is on her mobile as she runs towards the car park.
CLARA:
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming! No, don't send a helicopter. Think it through! (stops at motorcycle and looks up at the sky at a still plane)
FEMALE NEWSREADER: (v.o.)
Attempts at communications with the planes, with pilots, crew, passengers, all have failed.
EXT. LONDON, DAY
CLARA rides through the streets as we see and hear more news reports.
FEMALE NEWSREADER: (v.o.)
.. family members with candlelight vigils around the world.
EXT. TOWER OF LONDON, DAY
CLARA is waved in.
FEMALE NEWSREADER: (v.o.)
Meanwhile, reports are coming in from Caracas, Tel Aviv, Beijing -- it seems no corner of the planet is unaffected.
INT. UNIT HQ
KATE STEWART is on her mobile.
KATE:
The planes aren't responding. No, none of them. It's radio silence. (sees CLARA enter) I've gotta go. Tell the President I'll call him back. (to CLARA) He's not answering his phone. Have you tried?
CLARA:
We don't know enough yet. He doesn't appreciate gossip.
KATE:
Gossip?!
KATE and CLARA walk up to a clear board with a grid world map on it, red dots marking the planes.
CLARA:
How many planes?
Another WOMAN standing at the board answers.
WOMAN:
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 bombs?
WOMAN:
Ah, well, 439 nuclear power stations currently active.
KATE:
What else?
CLARA:
I dunno. Fault lines. Earthquake, a tsunami?
WOMAN:
Running simulations now. (sits at desk and works on computer)
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 can't contact them.
WOMAN:
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 gun to our heads to make us listen. Oh!
KATE:
Oh?
MAN:
We've got a message. The Doctor channel.
CLARA:
Sorry, what?
KATE:
He never uses it. I doubt he remembers it even exists. (goes to the MAN’S desk)
CLARA:
Then who is it?
MAN:
Decrypting -- we're getting text through, I think.
CLARA:
Texting? Definitely not the Doctor.
After some beeping, “You so fine” appears onscreen.
KATE:
Have you got any more?
MAN:
Coming. (taps keys)
“You blow my mind” appears. Then “Hey Missy you so fine/You so fine/You blow my mind/Hey” “M I S S Y !!!” Missy herself then appears.
MISSY:
Today, I shall be talking to you out of... (her head projects out of the screen) The square window!
KATE:
(takes a few steps back) What the hell was that? How did she do that?
WOMAN:
Dunno -- some sort of psychic projection, or... something.
KATE:
(sarcastic) Great, thanks.
MISSY:
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 (holds up mug) is a buzz-monster in my brain, and I'm going to need eight snipers.
KATE:
Eight what?
MISSY:
Three for each heart, and two for my brainstem -- you'll have to switch me off fast, before I can regenerate. How fast can you get here? Ooh. I'll need to arrange you a flight corridor. (holds up device)
KATE:
Why do you need snipers?
MISSY:
Because it's the only way she'll feel safe enough to talk to me. Shall we say four o'clock?
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
Tables are set up in front of a church and MISSY is sitting at one as the church bell tolls 4:00. She watches as snipers take position. Red dots appear on her chest.
MISSY:
Oh! Saucy.
MISSY takes out a compact and sees there is another behind her. Two cars arrive and CLARA gets out of the second, flanked by two agents. CLARA walks over to MISSY and stands at the table.
MISSY:
Go on, then.
MISSY motions to a chair and CLARA sits.
MISSY:
How's your boyfriend? Still tremendously dead, I expect. (sips tea)
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.
MISSY pulls out her controller and moves a plane to create shade for them. She then sets it down.
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. (sets an intricately carved disc on the table) 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.
CLARA reaches for the dial and is shocked.
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:
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?
An older couple walks past with a dog on a lead.
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 kill him.
MISSY:
He keeps trying to kill 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?!
MISSY aims her device and one of the agents on the church steps is vaporized.
AGENT:
Man down!
CLARA:
No! (stands and takes a few steps)
AGENT:
Man down!
INT. UNIT HQ
KATE is monitoring the situation.
KATE:
Don't shoot her. Do not shoot her!
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
MISSY:
By the ring on his finger, he was married, and I think I detected some baby leakage on his jacket, so he had a family. No, I've not "turned good". (kills another agent)
INT. UNIT HQ
KATE:
Nobody fire!
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
MISSY:
Ooh, wow, I'm on a roll. Thanks for bringing spares!
CLARA:
Stop it -- just stop it. Don't shoot anybody else!
MISSY:
(to the agent behind CLARA) Oi, you, sweaty one, on your knees. Let's have a goodbye selfie for your kids.
The agent does as she asks.
CLARA:
Missy! Nobody else!
MISSY:
Say something nice!
CLARA:
No!
MISSY:
I'll kill everyone in this square.
CLARA:
(walks back to the table) 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 snipers ready to kill me.
CLARA:
Yeah. On my command. (raises a hand) Your best friend is in danger -- show me you care. Make me believe.
MISSY takes out her controller and releases the planes. The one above them continues its flight.
INT. UNIT HQ
WOMAN:
The planes! The planes are all moving again.
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
MISSY:
(stretches out and puts her feet up on a chair) It's only a basic Time Stop. Parlour trick. Couldn't have done anything with them anyway.
CLARA:
(lowers hand) 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? (sits)
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.
???
A pair of hands claps.
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
An agent brings a laptop to the table.
MISSY:
Well, yes, Earth, obviously! But WHERE? When?
???
More slow claps. It looks medieval. We also see a man twirling a weapon of some sort.
INT. UNIT HQ
WOMAN:
The algorithm generates probabilities based on crisis points, anomalies, anachronisms, keywords.
KATE:
Such as?
WOMAN:
"Blue box", "Doctor"...
Blue lights appear on the map. CLARA and MISSY are connected to the discussion.
??? 1138
More clapping and someone move to stand in front of an open portcullis.
INT. UNIT HQ
WOMAN:
There we go. San Martino, Troy, multiples for New York, 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.
INT. CASTLE, ESSEX 1138
Tumblers enter through the portcullis.
INT. UNIT HQ
KATE:
But which one is THE one? Where is he now?
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
CLARA:
How's a Time Lord supposed to die?
MISSY:
Meditation. Repentance and acceptance. Contemplation of the absolute.
CLARA:
Great, thanks. Change the algorithm. Eliminate the crisis points. Where is the Doctor making the most noise, but there isn't any crisis? We're looking for a party!
INT. UNIT HQ
The WOMAN agent changes the algorithm and the spots disappear on the map. Just one remains.
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
CLARA:
There he is. "Do not go gentle into that good night."
MISSY:
You go, girl!
MISSY reaches across CLARA and places a vortex manipulator on her wrist and the two disappear.
EXT. CASTLE RAMPARTS, NIGHT
CLARA and MISSY land on the stone and MISSY whoops in excitement. In the background, we hear a crowd chanting.
MISSY:
Whoo, Mummy, do it again! Vortex manipulators -- yours is slaved to mine. Cheap and nasty time travel.
EXT. CASTLE COURTYARD, NIGHT
A large bearded MAN rests an axe on his shoulder as he faces the portcullis.
MAN:
Face me, Magician! Face me!
EXT. CASTLE RAMPARTS, NIGHT
CLARA looks down into the courtyard as MISSY talks.
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...
We hear an electric guitar riff.
MISSY:
… anachronism.
EXT. CASTLE COURTYARD, NIGHT
The DOCTOR enters playing guitar riding on a tank. He is wearing dark sunglasses. The MAN lowers his axe in exasperation. The crowd goes crazy. The DOCTOR finishes and bows.
MAN:
Dude! What is that?
DOCTOR:
You said you wanted an axe fight.
The comment is received in silence.
DOCTOR:
Oh, come on. In a few hundred years, that'll be really funny. (climbs down from the tank) It's a slow burner.
MAN:
A musical instrument is not an axe.
DOCTOR:
Yes, and a daffodil is not a broadsword, but I still won the last round!
The DOCTOR raises his arms and the crowd cheers.
DOCTOR:
What do you think of my tank? Don't worry, it isn't loaded.
MAN:
I don't like it.
DOCTOR:
Neither do I. I bought it for my fish.
MAN:
Your fish?
DOCTOR:
I may have ordered... online!
Again, no response on the joke.
DOCTOR:
(walks around) Oh, come on! Fish? Tank? 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?
The DOCTOR seems to look in the direction of MISSY and CLARA.
CLARA:
Wait, hang on. Did he just hear that? He doesn't know we're here, does he?
The DOCTOR plays the intro to “Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbison
DOCTOR:
(to crowd) Now, you lot. I have been here all day, and it's been a great day!
MAN:
You've been here for three weeks!
DOCTOR:
Three weeks? It must be nearly bedtime. Well, we've partied.
The crowd cheers.
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!
As the DOCTOR talks, CLARA makes her way down.
CROWD:
Dude!
DOCTOR:
Are you a Renaissance...?
CROWD:
Dude!
DOCTOR:
Are you a Medieval...?
CROWD:
Dude!
DOCTOR:
I am a dragon-slaying...?
CROWD:
Dude!
DOCTOR:
We are all the young...?
CROWD:
Dudes!
DOCTOR:
I like it. But I've got some sad news for you, dudes. Tonight, I'm going to have to leave you.
The crowd boos.
DOCTOR:
But before I do, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of mine.
The DOCTOR nods at MISSY up on the ramparts and then looks at CLARA. She walks out to join him with a nervous wave as the crowd cheers.
CLARA:
(whispers) How did you know I was here? Did you see me?
DOCTOR:
When do I not see you?
CLARA:
What, one face in all of that crowd?
DOCTOR:
There was a crowd, too?
CLARA:
(lightly) Wow, we're doing charm as well, now, are we? Which one of us is dying?
The DOCTOR then hugs CLARA which unnerves her.
CLARA:
OK. And we're doing hugging now, too -- I can't keep up.
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. (ends hug) What is this? This isn't you.
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.
The DOCTOR plays guitar as MISSY enters.
MISSY:
What the hell are you up to, man?
DOCTOR:
It's the wicked stepmother! Everyone hiss!
The crowd hisses as the DOCTOR plays a chord.
MISSY:
Apparently, you think you're going to die tomorrow. (holds up the dial)
DOCTOR:
Well, I've got some good news about that.
MISSY:
Oh, yeah?
DOCTOR:
It's still today! (plays a few notes)
MISSY:
Oh, that's very good.
Behind him, the MAN begins to choke. The DOCTOR hurries over as the MAN falls to his knees.
DOCTOR:
Bors! Is it a marble again? Did you swallow one of the marbles I gave you? Don't swallow marbles!
The DOCTOR pulls a snake out of BORS’ clothes and it slithers back to SARFF.
SARFF:
Doctor. Your friends have led me to you. You will come.
DOCTOR:
Says you and whose army?
The “sections” of SARFF’S face rotate and snakes begin falling out from under his cloak. The crowd screams and the people run away. The cloak falls away to reveal a large snake. The DOCTOR confronts SARFF.
DOCTOR:
Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand?
SARFF:
Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark lord of Skaro... is dying.
DOCTOR:
So I hear.
SARFF:
He would speak with you again on the last night of his life.
DOCTOR:
Then you will harm nobody in this place. Not one person. Are we very, very clear?
SARFF reverses the process and returns to human form.
SARFF:
Are you so dangerous, little man?
DOCTOR:
You want to know how dangerous I am? Davros sent YOU. You know how stupid you are? You came! (walks over to the tank)
SARFF hisses.
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?
DOCTOR:
Hush!
MISSY:
I'll scratch his eye out.
SARFF:
Davros knows. Davros remembers.
SARFF throws the sonic and it lands in the dirt. The DOCTOR stares at it as if it shouldn’t exist.
CLARA:
That's yours.
DOCTOR:
Uh... it was.
CLARA:
Was?
DOCTOR:
I don't have a screwdriver any more.
MISSY:
Ooh! Never seen THAT before. Doctor, the look on your face. What is that?
CLARA:
Shame. You're ashamed. Doctor? What have you done?
>>FLASHBACK>>
EXT. SKARO
YOUNG DAVROS:
Please, you've got to help me. You said I could survive! You said you'd help me! Help me!
The DOCTOR takes off leaving YOUNG DAVROS stuck with the hand mines.
>>END FLASHBACK>>
EXT. CASTLE COURTYARD, NIGHT
DOCTOR:
(walks over to SARFF) Is your ship in orbit?
MISSY:
(hurries over) It's a trap.
SARFF:
Prepare yourself for teleport.
MISSY:
Doctor, listen to me -- I know traps, traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
DOCTOR:
I am... prepared.
MISSY:
You sent me your confession dial! You threw yourself a three-week party. You know what this is!
DOCTOR:
Yes. Goodbye. (softly) Goodbye, Clara.
The DOCTOR walks over to the tank and turns his back on SARFF. SARFF sends a snake towards the DOCTOR and it wraps itself around his arms.
CLARA:
We're coming with him. Both of us, her and me.
CLARA and MISSY stand on either side of the DOCTOR.
DOCTOR:
No! No, no, no. Under no circumstances!
SARFF seems to wiggle in place.
DOCTOR:
(to SARFF) What are you doing now?
SARFF:
Voting. We are a democracy. It is agreed.
DOCTOR:
No, no, no! I forbid it, no! No! No! No! NO!
All four disappear. BORS comes out of hiding and looks around. He makes his way across the courtyard.
INT. CASTLE, STOREROOM, NIGHT
BORS searches the room and pulls aside a curtain to reveal the TARDIS. He then turns and we see a Dalek eyestalk jutting out from his forehead. He taps his hand to his chest before speaking.
BORS:
Inform High Command. It is located. The TARDIS is located.
DALEK: (v.o.)
The TARDIS will be procured.
DALEKS (v.o.)
'Procure the TARDIS. Procure the TARDIS. Procure. Procure.'
INT. SARFF’S SHIP
DOCTOR:
Davros is the child of war. A war 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 tank that would never, ever stop. And they never did.
CLARA:
The Daleks?
DOCTOR:
How scared must you be to seal every one of your own kind inside a tank? Davros made the Daleks. But who made Davros?
The ship jostles a little and slows.
MISSY:
OK, great. Coming out of hyperspace.
Ahead of them they see a bell-shaped space-station.
DOCTOR:
So that's where he ended up.
CLARA:
What is that?
DOCTOR:
I don't know. A hospital?
INT. HOSPITAL SHIP, WAITING ROOM
Their hands are still bound. MISSY and CLARA are sitting on the floor as MISSY “vocalizes” in the otherwise empty room. The DOCTOR walks around.
CLARA:
How long have we been waiting?
DOCTOR:
Who knows? It's always the way, with hospitals.
The door slides open and SARFF glides in. CLARA and MISSY stand.
SARFF:
(to the DOCTOR) You will come. (to CLARA and MISSY) YOU will stay.
MISSY:
Fair enough.
CLARA:
Doctor. You sent Missy your confession dial.
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.
DOCTOR:
I'm sorry.
CLARA:
Don't apologise. Make it up to me. There, see? Ha... Now you have to come back.
SARFF hisses and the DOCTOR starts for the door ahead of him.
DOCTOR:
(to MISSY) Gravity.
MISSY:
I know!
The DOCTOR and SARFF leave and MISSY does a little dance.
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. (kills the snake binding her hands and it drops to the floor) 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 kill you. (activates the controls)
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!
The door opens and alarm sounds.
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
SARFF leads the DOCTOR into the room.
DAVROS:
Doctor?
The DOCTOR walks around to face DAVROS as the latter raises the ceiling of his containment cell.
DAVROS:
Doctor.
DOCTOR:
Davros.
DAVROS:
I approve of your new face, Doctor. So much more like mine. Colony Sarff, untie our guest's hands.
SARFF glides over and releases the DOCTOR.
DAVROS:
You may leave us.
SARFF leaves.
DAVROS:
You came, then.
DOCTOR:
Clearly.
DAVROS:
Did you suspect a trap?
DOCTOR:
I still do.
DAVROS:
Then why are you here? Did you miss our conversations?
DAVROS turns a knob on his control panel and past Doctors are heard. Videos appear on a circular screen in the wall.
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?
DOCTOR:
Yes, yes, OK, you've made your point.
DAVROS:
Have I?
DAVROS shows a clip of the FOURTH DOCTOR from “Genesis of the Daleks”.
FOURTH DOCTOR:
'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 kill that child?'
The DOCTOR reaches over and stops the recording.
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.
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.
DOCTOR:
You were VERY wrong.
DAVROS:
This is the argument we've had since we met.
DOCTOR:
It ended in the Time War.
DAVROS:
It survived the Time War. But it will end tonight. That is why you are here.
The alarm blares and DAVROS looks to the screen.
DAVROS:
It seems your friends have gone exploring.
EXT. ???
Missy and CLARA stand in the airlock and MISSY reaches out a hand.
MISSY:
It's warm, isn't it? For deep space, anyway. (prepares to take a step)
CLARA:
What are you doing?
MISSY:
Treading softly. (steps out and walks on something solid)
CLARA:
There's a floor?
MISSY:
No. No, there's ground. This is the ground.
CLARA steps out.
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:
(walks with arms out) 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?
Buildings begin to appear behind CLARA.
MISSY:
That would rather depend on the planet, dear.
CLARA turns and sees the buildings. She steps back towards MISSY.
MISSY:
(softly) No!
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
The DOCTOR sees where he is.
DOCTOR:
No!
EXT. PLANET
MISSY:
They've built it again, they've brought it back. No, no. No!
CLARA:
What? What is it? Where are we?
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
DOCTOR:
Skaro! You've brought me to Skaro!
DAVROS:
Where does an old man go to die, but with his children?
EXT. SKARO
CLARA:
What's Skaro?
MISSY:
The beginning. Where it all started. This is the planet of the Daleks!
DALEK:
Correct! (aims weapon)
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
The DOCTOR sees CLARA and MISSY on-screen.
DOCTOR:
Clara! (rushes to door)
DAVROS:
You cannot help her now, Doctor.
INT. CONTROL ROOM
A RED DALEK is in a central dais. Daleks from all eras move about the room. At one side is the TARDIS. CLARA and MISSY are brought in.
CLARA:
The TARDIS! How did she get here?
RED DALEK:
It has been procured.
A laser weapon is lowered from the ceiling.
CLARA:
Yeah? Yeah, well, if you're trying to get inside, you can't. Nothing can enter the TARDIS.
RED DALEK:
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.
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
The DOCTOR and DAVROS are watching the proceedings. The DOCTOR turns to DAVROS.
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!
DOCTOR:
Don't. Just don't.
CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH -
- CUT TO:
INT. CONTROL 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? This is a TARDIS. With this, you can go anywhere, do anything, kill anyone. With this, the Daleks can be more powerful than ever before. You just need one thing.
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. (silence) Or would you rather just kill me?
The Daleks turn to the RED DALEK.
RED DALEK:
Maximum extermination.
DALEKS:
Exterminate.
The Daleks fire and MISSY is vaporized.
DOCTOR:
Please! Please, I'm begging you. (falls to his knees and pleads) Please, please. Please, save Clara.
DAVROS:
I gave the Daleks life. I do not control them.
The Daleks turn and face CLARA.
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 blood is screaming. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Hunter and prey, held in the ecstasy of crisis. Is this not life at its purest?
CLARA runs.
DALEK:
Exterminate! Exterminate!
The Daleks fire and CLARA screams as she is struck and disappears like MISSY. The DOCTOR is visibly stricken.
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."
RED DALEK:
Destroy the TARDIS!
The other Daleks repeat “Destroy” as the weapon is fired at the TARDIS. We see it enter the console room. We see a bright light consume the control room.
EXT. SKARO
The light clears and we are back on the battlefield.
YOUNG DAVROS:
Help me! You can't leave me! You promised. You said I had a chance.
We hear footsteps and YOUNG DAVROS looks around.
YOUNG DAVROS:
Who are you? I don't get it. How did you get there?
DOCTOR:
From the future.
YOUNG DAVROS:
Are you going to save me?
DOCTOR:
I'm going to save my friend the only way I can. (holds up Dalek gun) Exterminate!
EXT. DAY, A MUDDY FIELD
Overhead shot. All we see is fog, smoke, mist. We hear shouting and then we see the wet field with soldiers running.
SOLDIER:
Spread out!
SOLDIER 2:
Get down!
The running soldiers fall into the mud as a WWI-era biplane flies overhead. It fires lasers! One of the soldiers gets back up and aims a bow and arrow at the disappearing plane. We hear sirens and a boy appears to run into the mist. A soldier runs up to the man with a bow.
SOLDIER:
What's wrong?
SOLDIER 2:
Was that a child?
The BOY continues to run, panting heavily. SOLDIER 2 runs after him.
SOLDIER 2:
Hey! You there, stop! Stop running! (puts bow across his back and raises hands placatingly)
The BOY stops and looks back at him.
SOLDIER 2:
It's OK. Not going to hurt you. Just don't run.
The other soldier joins them.
SOLDIER:
Kanzo?
KANZO:
I'll catch up!
SOLDIER:
There are clam drones two miles away.
KANZO:
I know! I'll be fine. Just go.
The SOLDIER runs off.
KANZO:
What are you doing out here? Huh? Did you get lost?
The BOY nods. The ground rumbles and moves like a wave, like it was liquid.
KANZO:
Stay still. Stay absolutely still. (takes out device and holds it in front of him) I'm just scanning the ground. I think we've got company. Do you know what hand mines are?
The BOY nods.
KANZO:
Well, in that case you know you've got to stand absolutely still. Right?
The BOY nods.
KANZO:
Ever seen a hand mine?
The BOY nods.
KANZO:
Where?
The BOY looks towards KANZO’S feet and we see a muddy hand reaching from out of the ground to grip KANZO’S boot.
KANZO:
(looks at BOY) OK. It's OK. Everything's going to be...
KANZO is pulled under with a squelching. The spot where he was standing closes up like he was never there. Hands begin to reach out from the ground surrounding the BOY. They rotate and we see eyes in the palms.
BOY:
Help me! Someone, please! Help me! HELP ME!
Close-up of an object spinning through the air: the sonic screwdriver. It lands on the ground, pulsing.
DOCTOR: (v.o.)
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 wind blows the smoke away and we briefly see the DOCTOR by the TARDIS. He is crouching outside the range of the hands. The BOY bends over and picks up the sonic.
DOCTOR: (v.o.)
I'm straight ahead of you. About 50 feet. Can you see me?
The BOY nods.
DOCTOR:
The device in your hand is creating an acoustic corridor so that we can talk. Do you understand?
BOY:
Who are you?
DOCTOR:
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.
DOCTOR:
No, this is a war. A very old one, going by the mix of technology. Which war is this? I get them all muddled up.
BOY:
Just the war.
DOCTOR:
Where am I? What planet is this?
BOY:
I don't understand.
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?
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.
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.
The DOCTOR is shocked by this revelation. As DAVROS continues to speak, the camera closes in on the DOCTOR.
YOUNG DAVROS: (v.o.)
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!
**********************************************************************
Peter Capaldi
Jenna Coleman
DOCTOR WHO
“The Magician’s Apprentice”
By
Steven Moffat
PRODUCER
Peter Bennett
DIRECTOR
Hettie MacDonald
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EXT. PLANET, NIGHT
We see what appears to be a tall city or building: the Maldovarium. A spaceship comes in for a landing.
EXT. ALLEY, NIGHT
A mysterious robed figure glides and weaves through the alley.
INT. CLUB, NIGHT
Various creatures patronize the club. The singer is doing a rendition of “The Weeping Song” by Nick Cave. The hooded figure enters the club and hisses. The patrons shout and glasses are broken. The figure lifts his head and his face looks to have burn scars and four horizontal lines.
FIGURE:
We are Colony Sarff. We bring harm.
SARFF moves deeper into the club looking at the others. There is an Ood!
SARFF:
Where is the Doctor? Where is the Doctor? Where is the Doc-tor?!
INT. SHADOW PROCLAMATION
The SHADOW ARCHITECT is striding down a marble hall with columns and statuary. She periodically looks behind her to see if the Judoon following are paying attention.
ARCHITECT:
Deploy the under-regiment across both sectors. That number of suicide moons cannot be ignored. (stops) 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.
SARFF:
Where is the Doctor?
ARCHITECT:
I've no idea. He's not our concern, and he's certainly not your employer's.
SARFF:
The Doctor is required.
ARCHITECT:
For what? Colony Sarff, you need to tell me. What does Davros want with the Doctor?
SARFF leaves.
EXT. KARN, NIGHT
A storm thunders overhead as SARFF approaches a cave. Surrounding it are women in red cloaks holding torches.
OHILA:
Welcome, Colony Sarff. We are the Sisterhood of Karn. If you do not leave our world immediately, we will take your skin.
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.
SARFF:
Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark Lord of Skaro.
OHILA:
What of him?
SARFF:
Davros is dying.
OHILA:
Davros is ancient. He should have been dust centuries ago.
SARFF:
He has a message for the Doctor.
OHILA:
Then you will give it to me.
SARFF hisses and writhes.
OHILA:
Your powers mean nothing here. Give me the message and leave.
SARFF:
Tell the Doctor, Davros knows. Davros remembers. Tell him he must face Davros one last time.
SARFF backs away slowly as thunder rumbles.
SARFF:
(as he leaves) Davros knows. Davros remembers.
OHILA:
(turns head) Doctor? What have you done?
The DOCTOR is hiding behind an outcrop of stones.
INT. HOSPITAL, SKARO
The camera closes in on a room where we see machines and tubes. DAVROS is in the centre in his chair.
DAVROS:
Doctor. Doctor. Doc-tor...
SARFF:
You are dreaming, Lord Davros.
DAVROS:
No. I am anticipating. (holds a sonic screwdriver)
SARFF:
He cannot be found.
DAVROS:
Of course he can. He has a weakness. If you seek the Doctor, first, seek his friends.
INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, CLASSROOM, DAY
A wad of gum thuds in the bottom of a trash bin. There are already a number of old ones in there.
BOY:
Will I get it back after school?
There is a collective “ew” from the rest of the class.
CLARA:
How will you know which one's yours?
The BOY shrugs and the class laughs. CLARA puts the bin back in place.
CLARA:
Fine, then. Right, now, where was I? Jane Austen. Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer, and strictly among ourselves, a phenomenal kisser. (looks out a window and is distracted)
GIRL:
Miss? Miss?
Outside the window, we can see what has attracted CLARA’S attention: a plane has stopped in mid-air.
BOY:
Miss?
CLARA walks from the window to her desk.
GIRL:
Is she OK?
CLARA walks back to the window and, with a marker, draws a circle on the window framing the still plane. She then turns back to the class.
CLARA:
Everybody turn on their phones. (opens window and leans out) News websites and Twitter. (comes back inside)
BOY:
Twitter?
CLARA:
Hashtag... (closes window) ThePlanesHaveStopped.
VARIOUS NEWS REPORTS
Photos of unmoving planes are shown on various networks.
MALE NEWSREADER:
Reports are coming in of planes hanging apparently motionless in the sky...
FEMALE NEWSREADER:
Footage of passenger jets, which have seemingly come to a complete standstill in midair...
INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, CLASSROOM, DAY
A MAN runs into the classroom.
MAN:
Miss Oswald, a call at the office.
CLARA:
Yeah, that would probably be UNIT.
MAN:
They're telling me you're needed. They were going to put me through to the Prime Minister.
CLARA:
(gets leather jacket from desk) Mr Dunlop, sorry. I have to take the rest of the day off owing to a, um, personal crisis. (runs out)
EXT. COAL HILL SCHOOL
CLARA is on her mobile as she runs towards the car park.
CLARA:
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming! No, don't send a helicopter. Think it through! (stops at motorcycle and looks up at the sky at a still plane)
FEMALE NEWSREADER: (v.o.)
Attempts at communications with the planes, with pilots, crew, passengers, all have failed.
EXT. LONDON, DAY
CLARA rides through the streets as we see and hear more news reports.
FEMALE NEWSREADER: (v.o.)
.. family members with candlelight vigils around the world.
EXT. TOWER OF LONDON, DAY
CLARA is waved in.
FEMALE NEWSREADER: (v.o.)
Meanwhile, reports are coming in from Caracas, Tel Aviv, Beijing -- it seems no corner of the planet is unaffected.
INT. UNIT HQ
KATE STEWART is on her mobile.
KATE:
The planes aren't responding. No, none of them. It's radio silence. (sees CLARA enter) I've gotta go. Tell the President I'll call him back. (to CLARA) He's not answering his phone. Have you tried?
CLARA:
We don't know enough yet. He doesn't appreciate gossip.
KATE:
Gossip?!
KATE and CLARA walk up to a clear board with a grid world map on it, red dots marking the planes.
CLARA:
How many planes?
Another WOMAN standing at the board answers.
WOMAN:
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 bombs?
WOMAN:
Ah, well, 439 nuclear power stations currently active.
KATE:
What else?
CLARA:
I dunno. Fault lines. Earthquake, a tsunami?
WOMAN:
Running simulations now. (sits at desk and works on computer)
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 can't contact them.
WOMAN:
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 gun to our heads to make us listen. Oh!
KATE:
Oh?
MAN:
We've got a message. The Doctor channel.
CLARA:
Sorry, what?
KATE:
He never uses it. I doubt he remembers it even exists. (goes to the MAN’S desk)
CLARA:
Then who is it?
MAN:
Decrypting -- we're getting text through, I think.
CLARA:
Texting? Definitely not the Doctor.
After some beeping, “You so fine” appears onscreen.
KATE:
Have you got any more?
MAN:
Coming. (taps keys)
“You blow my mind” appears. Then “Hey Missy you so fine/You so fine/You blow my mind/Hey” “M I S S Y !!!” Missy herself then appears.
MISSY:
Today, I shall be talking to you out of... (her head projects out of the screen) The square window!
KATE:
(takes a few steps back) What the hell was that? How did she do that?
WOMAN:
Dunno -- some sort of psychic projection, or... something.
KATE:
(sarcastic) Great, thanks.
MISSY:
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 (holds up mug) is a buzz-monster in my brain, and I'm going to need eight snipers.
KATE:
Eight what?
MISSY:
Three for each heart, and two for my brainstem -- you'll have to switch me off fast, before I can regenerate. How fast can you get here? Ooh. I'll need to arrange you a flight corridor. (holds up device)
KATE:
Why do you need snipers?
MISSY:
Because it's the only way she'll feel safe enough to talk to me. Shall we say four o'clock?
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
Tables are set up in front of a church and MISSY is sitting at one as the church bell tolls 4:00. She watches as snipers take position. Red dots appear on her chest.
MISSY:
Oh! Saucy.
MISSY takes out a compact and sees there is another behind her. Two cars arrive and CLARA gets out of the second, flanked by two agents. CLARA walks over to MISSY and stands at the table.
MISSY:
Go on, then.
MISSY motions to a chair and CLARA sits.
MISSY:
How's your boyfriend? Still tremendously dead, I expect. (sips tea)
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.
MISSY pulls out her controller and moves a plane to create shade for them. She then sets it down.
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. (sets an intricately carved disc on the table) 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.
CLARA reaches for the dial and is shocked.
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:
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?
An older couple walks past with a dog on a lead.
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 kill him.
MISSY:
He keeps trying to kill 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?!
MISSY aims her device and one of the agents on the church steps is vaporized.
AGENT:
Man down!
CLARA:
No! (stands and takes a few steps)
AGENT:
Man down!
INT. UNIT HQ
KATE is monitoring the situation.
KATE:
Don't shoot her. Do not shoot her!
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
MISSY:
By the ring on his finger, he was married, and I think I detected some baby leakage on his jacket, so he had a family. No, I've not "turned good". (kills another agent)
INT. UNIT HQ
KATE:
Nobody fire!
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
MISSY:
Ooh, wow, I'm on a roll. Thanks for bringing spares!
CLARA:
Stop it -- just stop it. Don't shoot anybody else!
MISSY:
(to the agent behind CLARA) Oi, you, sweaty one, on your knees. Let's have a goodbye selfie for your kids.
The agent does as she asks.
CLARA:
Missy! Nobody else!
MISSY:
Say something nice!
CLARA:
No!
MISSY:
I'll kill everyone in this square.
CLARA:
(walks back to the table) 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 snipers ready to kill me.
CLARA:
Yeah. On my command. (raises a hand) Your best friend is in danger -- show me you care. Make me believe.
MISSY takes out her controller and releases the planes. The one above them continues its flight.
INT. UNIT HQ
WOMAN:
The planes! The planes are all moving again.
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
MISSY:
(stretches out and puts her feet up on a chair) It's only a basic Time Stop. Parlour trick. Couldn't have done anything with them anyway.
CLARA:
(lowers hand) 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? (sits)
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.
???
A pair of hands claps.
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
An agent brings a laptop to the table.
MISSY:
Well, yes, Earth, obviously! But WHERE? When?
???
More slow claps. It looks medieval. We also see a man twirling a weapon of some sort.
INT. UNIT HQ
WOMAN:
The algorithm generates probabilities based on crisis points, anomalies, anachronisms, keywords.
KATE:
Such as?
WOMAN:
"Blue box", "Doctor"...
Blue lights appear on the map. CLARA and MISSY are connected to the discussion.
??? 1138
More clapping and someone move to stand in front of an open portcullis.
INT. UNIT HQ
WOMAN:
There we go. San Martino, Troy, multiples for New York, 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.
INT. CASTLE, ESSEX 1138
Tumblers enter through the portcullis.
INT. UNIT HQ
KATE:
But which one is THE one? Where is he now?
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
CLARA:
How's a Time Lord supposed to die?
MISSY:
Meditation. Repentance and acceptance. Contemplation of the absolute.
CLARA:
Great, thanks. Change the algorithm. Eliminate the crisis points. Where is the Doctor making the most noise, but there isn't any crisis? We're looking for a party!
INT. UNIT HQ
The WOMAN agent changes the algorithm and the spots disappear on the map. Just one remains.
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN PLAZA, DAY
CLARA:
There he is. "Do not go gentle into that good night."
MISSY:
You go, girl!
MISSY reaches across CLARA and places a vortex manipulator on her wrist and the two disappear.
EXT. CASTLE RAMPARTS, NIGHT
CLARA and MISSY land on the stone and MISSY whoops in excitement. In the background, we hear a crowd chanting.
MISSY:
Whoo, Mummy, do it again! Vortex manipulators -- yours is slaved to mine. Cheap and nasty time travel.
EXT. CASTLE COURTYARD, NIGHT
A large bearded MAN rests an axe on his shoulder as he faces the portcullis.
MAN:
Face me, Magician! Face me!
EXT. CASTLE RAMPARTS, NIGHT
CLARA looks down into the courtyard as MISSY talks.
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...
We hear an electric guitar riff.
MISSY:
… anachronism.
EXT. CASTLE COURTYARD, NIGHT
The DOCTOR enters playing guitar riding on a tank. He is wearing dark sunglasses. The MAN lowers his axe in exasperation. The crowd goes crazy. The DOCTOR finishes and bows.
MAN:
Dude! What is that?
DOCTOR:
You said you wanted an axe fight.
The comment is received in silence.
DOCTOR:
Oh, come on. In a few hundred years, that'll be really funny. (climbs down from the tank) It's a slow burner.
MAN:
A musical instrument is not an axe.
DOCTOR:
Yes, and a daffodil is not a broadsword, but I still won the last round!
The DOCTOR raises his arms and the crowd cheers.
DOCTOR:
What do you think of my tank? Don't worry, it isn't loaded.
MAN:
I don't like it.
DOCTOR:
Neither do I. I bought it for my fish.
MAN:
Your fish?
DOCTOR:
I may have ordered... online!
Again, no response on the joke.
DOCTOR:
(walks around) Oh, come on! Fish? Tank? 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?
The DOCTOR seems to look in the direction of MISSY and CLARA.
CLARA:
Wait, hang on. Did he just hear that? He doesn't know we're here, does he?
The DOCTOR plays the intro to “Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbison
DOCTOR:
(to crowd) Now, you lot. I have been here all day, and it's been a great day!
MAN:
You've been here for three weeks!
DOCTOR:
Three weeks? It must be nearly bedtime. Well, we've partied.
The crowd cheers.
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!
As the DOCTOR talks, CLARA makes her way down.
CROWD:
Dude!
DOCTOR:
Are you a Renaissance...?
CROWD:
Dude!
DOCTOR:
Are you a Medieval...?
CROWD:
Dude!
DOCTOR:
I am a dragon-slaying...?
CROWD:
Dude!
DOCTOR:
We are all the young...?
CROWD:
Dudes!
DOCTOR:
I like it. But I've got some sad news for you, dudes. Tonight, I'm going to have to leave you.
The crowd boos.
DOCTOR:
But before I do, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of mine.
The DOCTOR nods at MISSY up on the ramparts and then looks at CLARA. She walks out to join him with a nervous wave as the crowd cheers.
CLARA:
(whispers) How did you know I was here? Did you see me?
DOCTOR:
When do I not see you?
CLARA:
What, one face in all of that crowd?
DOCTOR:
There was a crowd, too?
CLARA:
(lightly) Wow, we're doing charm as well, now, are we? Which one of us is dying?
The DOCTOR then hugs CLARA which unnerves her.
CLARA:
OK. And we're doing hugging now, too -- I can't keep up.
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. (ends hug) What is this? This isn't you.
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.
The DOCTOR plays guitar as MISSY enters.
MISSY:
What the hell are you up to, man?
DOCTOR:
It's the wicked stepmother! Everyone hiss!
The crowd hisses as the DOCTOR plays a chord.
MISSY:
Apparently, you think you're going to die tomorrow. (holds up the dial)
DOCTOR:
Well, I've got some good news about that.
MISSY:
Oh, yeah?
DOCTOR:
It's still today! (plays a few notes)
MISSY:
Oh, that's very good.
Behind him, the MAN begins to choke. The DOCTOR hurries over as the MAN falls to his knees.
DOCTOR:
Bors! Is it a marble again? Did you swallow one of the marbles I gave you? Don't swallow marbles!
The DOCTOR pulls a snake out of BORS’ clothes and it slithers back to SARFF.
SARFF:
Doctor. Your friends have led me to you. You will come.
DOCTOR:
Says you and whose army?
The “sections” of SARFF’S face rotate and snakes begin falling out from under his cloak. The crowd screams and the people run away. The cloak falls away to reveal a large snake. The DOCTOR confronts SARFF.
DOCTOR:
Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand?
SARFF:
Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark lord of Skaro... is dying.
DOCTOR:
So I hear.
SARFF:
He would speak with you again on the last night of his life.
DOCTOR:
Then you will harm nobody in this place. Not one person. Are we very, very clear?
SARFF reverses the process and returns to human form.
SARFF:
Are you so dangerous, little man?
DOCTOR:
You want to know how dangerous I am? Davros sent YOU. You know how stupid you are? You came! (walks over to the tank)
SARFF hisses.
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?
DOCTOR:
Hush!
MISSY:
I'll scratch his eye out.
SARFF:
Davros knows. Davros remembers.
SARFF throws the sonic and it lands in the dirt. The DOCTOR stares at it as if it shouldn’t exist.
CLARA:
That's yours.
DOCTOR:
Uh... it was.
CLARA:
Was?
DOCTOR:
I don't have a screwdriver any more.
MISSY:
Ooh! Never seen THAT before. Doctor, the look on your face. What is that?
CLARA:
Shame. You're ashamed. Doctor? What have you done?
>>FLASHBACK>>
EXT. SKARO
YOUNG DAVROS:
Please, you've got to help me. You said I could survive! You said you'd help me! Help me!
The DOCTOR takes off leaving YOUNG DAVROS stuck with the hand mines.
>>END FLASHBACK>>
EXT. CASTLE COURTYARD, NIGHT
DOCTOR:
(walks over to SARFF) Is your ship in orbit?
MISSY:
(hurries over) It's a trap.
SARFF:
Prepare yourself for teleport.
MISSY:
Doctor, listen to me -- I know traps, traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
DOCTOR:
I am... prepared.
MISSY:
You sent me your confession dial! You threw yourself a three-week party. You know what this is!
DOCTOR:
Yes. Goodbye. (softly) Goodbye, Clara.
The DOCTOR walks over to the tank and turns his back on SARFF. SARFF sends a snake towards the DOCTOR and it wraps itself around his arms.
CLARA:
We're coming with him. Both of us, her and me.
CLARA and MISSY stand on either side of the DOCTOR.
DOCTOR:
No! No, no, no. Under no circumstances!
SARFF seems to wiggle in place.
DOCTOR:
(to SARFF) What are you doing now?
SARFF:
Voting. We are a democracy. It is agreed.
DOCTOR:
No, no, no! I forbid it, no! No! No! No! NO!
All four disappear. BORS comes out of hiding and looks around. He makes his way across the courtyard.
INT. CASTLE, STOREROOM, NIGHT
BORS searches the room and pulls aside a curtain to reveal the TARDIS. He then turns and we see a Dalek eyestalk jutting out from his forehead. He taps his hand to his chest before speaking.
BORS:
Inform High Command. It is located. The TARDIS is located.
DALEK: (v.o.)
The TARDIS will be procured.
DALEKS (v.o.)
'Procure the TARDIS. Procure the TARDIS. Procure. Procure.'
INT. SARFF’S SHIP
DOCTOR:
Davros is the child of war. A war 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 tank that would never, ever stop. And they never did.
CLARA:
The Daleks?
DOCTOR:
How scared must you be to seal every one of your own kind inside a tank? Davros made the Daleks. But who made Davros?
The ship jostles a little and slows.
MISSY:
OK, great. Coming out of hyperspace.
Ahead of them they see a bell-shaped space-station.
DOCTOR:
So that's where he ended up.
CLARA:
What is that?
DOCTOR:
I don't know. A hospital?
INT. HOSPITAL SHIP, WAITING ROOM
Their hands are still bound. MISSY and CLARA are sitting on the floor as MISSY “vocalizes” in the otherwise empty room. The DOCTOR walks around.
CLARA:
How long have we been waiting?
DOCTOR:
Who knows? It's always the way, with hospitals.
The door slides open and SARFF glides in. CLARA and MISSY stand.
SARFF:
(to the DOCTOR) You will come. (to CLARA and MISSY) YOU will stay.
MISSY:
Fair enough.
CLARA:
Doctor. You sent Missy your confession dial.
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.
DOCTOR:
I'm sorry.
CLARA:
Don't apologise. Make it up to me. There, see? Ha... Now you have to come back.
SARFF hisses and the DOCTOR starts for the door ahead of him.
DOCTOR:
(to MISSY) Gravity.
MISSY:
I know!
The DOCTOR and SARFF leave and MISSY does a little dance.
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. (kills the snake binding her hands and it drops to the floor) 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 kill you. (activates the controls)
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!
The door opens and alarm sounds.
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
SARFF leads the DOCTOR into the room.
DAVROS:
Doctor?
The DOCTOR walks around to face DAVROS as the latter raises the ceiling of his containment cell.
DAVROS:
Doctor.
DOCTOR:
Davros.
DAVROS:
I approve of your new face, Doctor. So much more like mine. Colony Sarff, untie our guest's hands.
SARFF glides over and releases the DOCTOR.
DAVROS:
You may leave us.
SARFF leaves.
DAVROS:
You came, then.
DOCTOR:
Clearly.
DAVROS:
Did you suspect a trap?
DOCTOR:
I still do.
DAVROS:
Then why are you here? Did you miss our conversations?
DAVROS turns a knob on his control panel and past Doctors are heard. Videos appear on a circular screen in the wall.
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?
DOCTOR:
Yes, yes, OK, you've made your point.
DAVROS:
Have I?
DAVROS shows a clip of the FOURTH DOCTOR from “Genesis of the Daleks”.
FOURTH DOCTOR:
'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 kill that child?'
The DOCTOR reaches over and stops the recording.
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.
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.
DOCTOR:
You were VERY wrong.
DAVROS:
This is the argument we've had since we met.
DOCTOR:
It ended in the Time War.
DAVROS:
It survived the Time War. But it will end tonight. That is why you are here.
The alarm blares and DAVROS looks to the screen.
DAVROS:
It seems your friends have gone exploring.
EXT. ???
Missy and CLARA stand in the airlock and MISSY reaches out a hand.
MISSY:
It's warm, isn't it? For deep space, anyway. (prepares to take a step)
CLARA:
What are you doing?
MISSY:
Treading softly. (steps out and walks on something solid)
CLARA:
There's a floor?
MISSY:
No. No, there's ground. This is the ground.
CLARA steps out.
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:
(walks with arms out) 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?
Buildings begin to appear behind CLARA.
MISSY:
That would rather depend on the planet, dear.
CLARA turns and sees the buildings. She steps back towards MISSY.
MISSY:
(softly) No!
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
The DOCTOR sees where he is.
DOCTOR:
No!
EXT. PLANET
MISSY:
They've built it again, they've brought it back. No, no. No!
CLARA:
What? What is it? Where are we?
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
DOCTOR:
Skaro! You've brought me to Skaro!
DAVROS:
Where does an old man go to die, but with his children?
EXT. SKARO
CLARA:
What's Skaro?
MISSY:
The beginning. Where it all started. This is the planet of the Daleks!
DALEK:
Correct! (aims weapon)
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
The DOCTOR sees CLARA and MISSY on-screen.
DOCTOR:
Clara! (rushes to door)
DAVROS:
You cannot help her now, Doctor.
INT. CONTROL ROOM
A RED DALEK is in a central dais. Daleks from all eras move about the room. At one side is the TARDIS. CLARA and MISSY are brought in.
CLARA:
The TARDIS! How did she get here?
RED DALEK:
It has been procured.
A laser weapon is lowered from the ceiling.
CLARA:
Yeah? Yeah, well, if you're trying to get inside, you can't. Nothing can enter the TARDIS.
RED DALEK:
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.
INT. DAVROS’ ROOM
The DOCTOR and DAVROS are watching the proceedings. The DOCTOR turns to DAVROS.
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!
DOCTOR:
Don't. Just don't.
CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH -
- CUT TO:
INT. CONTROL 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? This is a TARDIS. With this, you can go anywhere, do anything, kill anyone. With this, the Daleks can be more powerful than ever before. You just need one thing.
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. (silence) Or would you rather just kill me?
The Daleks turn to the RED DALEK.
RED DALEK:
Maximum extermination.
DALEKS:
Exterminate.
The Daleks fire and MISSY is vaporized.
DOCTOR:
Please! Please, I'm begging you. (falls to his knees and pleads) Please, please. Please, save Clara.
DAVROS:
I gave the Daleks life. I do not control them.
The Daleks turn and face CLARA.
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 blood is screaming. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Hunter and prey, held in the ecstasy of crisis. Is this not life at its purest?
CLARA runs.
DALEK:
Exterminate! Exterminate!
The Daleks fire and CLARA screams as she is struck and disappears like MISSY. The DOCTOR is visibly stricken.
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."
RED DALEK:
Destroy the TARDIS!
The other Daleks repeat “Destroy” as the weapon is fired at the TARDIS. We see it enter the console room. We see a bright light consume the control room.
EXT. SKARO
The light clears and we are back on the battlefield.
YOUNG DAVROS:
Help me! You can't leave me! You promised. You said I had a chance.
We hear footsteps and YOUNG DAVROS looks around.
YOUNG DAVROS:
Who are you? I don't get it. How did you get there?
DOCTOR:
From the future.
YOUNG DAVROS:
Are you going to save me?
DOCTOR:
I'm going to save my friend the only way I can. (holds up Dalek gun) Exterminate!