Doctor Who

Davros. My name is Davros.

Davros created a new kind of warrior.

Davros made the Daleks.

But who made Davros?

You said you'd help me!

Shame. You're ashamed.

Davros is dying. He has a message for the Doctor.

- This is a trap. - HISSING

You brought me to Skaro!

This is the planet of the Daleks.

MISSY SCREAMS

Clara!

You cannot help her now, Doctor.

Compassion... is... wrong.

Consider the Doctor.

The Doctor, trapped. The Doctor, alone.

You all right there, dear?

Where are we? How did we...?

Shh, now -- Mummy's talking.

OK, I'm going to tell you a story of the Doctor. It's classic.

On the run, no Tardis.

No friends, no help. In other words...

The Doctor, happy.

It was a long time ago.

Doesn't matter which face he was wearing --

they're all the Doctor to me.

So let's give it to the eyebrows.

But... the Daleks...

Yes, I'm coming to that.

Shouldn't we be, um...?

I don't want to say dead.

Hush!

He's travelling by teleporter.

Unfortunately, his teleporter is out of power.

Also unfortunate -- he's being stalked by, oh,

say about 50 android assassins?

I may be rounding up.

Ow!

50 invisible, indestructible android assassins,

all exclusively programmed to kill him.

Why are you sharpening that stick?

Well, I've no idea how long we're going to be stuck out here.

Might have to go hunting.

So... why am I tied up?

In case there's nothing to hunt.

The Doctor, then.

Surrounded. Outnumbered. Outgunned.

And... freeze.

Nanoseconds to live.

Four, I'd say, being generous.

Now, my question is this...

How... did he... survive?

Oh, come on, Clara! You know him.

Consider the Doctor.

Where did he get that teleport thingy?

Oh, good, good.

He stole one from an android.

So, I'm guessing he uses the same energy

as the android weapons, right?

Excellent!

- Not seeing you as sandwiches now. - OK, then!

He uses the energy wave from the android weapons

to recharge the teleport bracelet

and at the exact moment

he's supposed to disintegrate,

he actually teleports!

Hang on -- that's how you did it.

No!

That's how we escaped the Daleks.

I modified the same principle for our vortex manipulators, yes.

Blew them off, I'm afraid.

But the Doctor, he improvised it.

He must have got through several thousand calculations

in the time it takes to fire up a disintegrator.

Seriously, what a swot!

So the androids think he's dead and the Doctor escapes.

- THUD - No, he's the Doctor.

He fell into a nest of vampire monkeys.

MONKEYS SCREECH

But that's another story!

Oh!

Why does the Doctor always survive?

Because he's clever.

Yes, but there's lots of clever dead people.

I love killing clever clogs, they make the best faces.

Because he always assumes he's going to win.

He always knows there's a way to survive --

he just has to go and find it.

Yes, except this time,

he made a will and threw himself a goodbye party.

Now, if the Doctor assumes he's going to die,

what happens then?

We do.

He's trapped at the heart of the Dalek empire.

He's a prisoner of the creatures who hate him most in the universe.

Between us and him

is everything the deadliest race in all of history can throw at us.

We, on the other hand, have a pointy stick.

How do we start?

We assume we're going to win.

Oh. Pity, really.

I was actually quite peckish.

Can I have a stick, too?

Make your own stick.

It took me so long to realise it was you.

Standing at the gates of my beginning.

And here you are at the end.

But this time, I have you at my mercy.

Exterminate.

Doctor?

Ancient. Inoperable.

Genius.

You would threaten a dying man?

Have I not suffered enough?

Get... out.

I cannot leave this chamber. It sustains me.

Get out!

Alert! Alert! The infirmary is breached.

Protect Davros. Davros must be assisted.

Davros is leaving the infirmary.

Davros must remain. Davros cannot leave.

My children! Help me!

You must return to the infirmary.

The Doctor is escaping. Find him -- find the Doctor.

Find the Doctor! Seek, locate, destroy!

Seek, locate, destroy. Seek, locate...

- Exterminate the Doctor! - Exterminate!

Exterminate the Doctor!

- Exterminate! - Exterminate! What's happening?

What do you think?

He's in the middle of that?

Ah, that's what we need!

Assist me!

Davros approaches.

Admit Davros! Admit the creator.

Help me!

Assist Davros! Assist!

DAVROS WHEEZES

Admit it. You've all had this exact nightmare.

Get... me... Sarff!

I am here.

So! Anyone for dodgems?

Exterminate!

- Exterminate! - Exterminate!

Daleks have sewers?

- With one significant difference. - Being?

They're ever so slightly alive.

They're what?

How much of a drop would you say that is?

Can you see the bottom?

Too dark.

We could chuck a stone down, or something.

Oh, yeah, good idea.

Oh!

CLARA SCREAMS

THUD!

20 feet.

HE SLURPS

Of course, the real question is...

where did I get the cup of tea?

Answer?

I'm the Doctor. Just accept it.

You are unharmed.

Proposition -- Davros is an insane, paranoid genius who has survived

among several billion trigger-happy mini-tanks for centuries.

Conclusion -- I'm definitely having his chair.

You cannot escape, Doctor.

I'm guessing his personal force-field only works in one direction.

The Doctor does not use weapons.

Doesn't he?

Ah, listen to your little hearts beat!

Ah...

Hello.

Oh... poppet!

Do you really think you could?

First chance I get.

You won't survive down here on your own.

You won't survive turning your back.

Ooh. How exciting.

God, you're dull.

In future, if you're going to take my stick,

do me the courtesy of actually killing me.

Team-work is all about respect.

- We're not a team. - Of course we are.

Every miner needs a canary.

Now, hush, look around.

Bit of a mess, isn't it?

You said it was a sewer.

Daleks don't generate much in the way of waste.

So what is it all, then?

Decaying Daleks.

Daleks can't die.

Genetically hard-wired to keep on living, whatever happens.

Well...

But they still age, poor loves.

Over time, the body breaks down, rots, liquefies.

Interestingly, the Dalek word for sewer

is the same as their word...

DALEK SHRIEKS

.. for graveyard.