'First there were the Daleks...
'And then there was a man who fought them.'
'And then, in time, he died.
'There are a few, of course, who believe this man somehow survived...
'and that one day he will return.
'For both our sakes, dearest Hannah,
'we must hope these stories are true.'
I got your message.
Not many people can do that, send me messages.
I have a daughter. Hannah.
She's in a Dalek prison camp.
- They say you can help. -Do they?
I wish they'd stop.
Helluva choice of meeting place.
They said I'd have to intrigue you.
Skaro. The original planet of the Daleks.
Look at the state of it.
Who told you about me? Does it matter? -Maybe not.
But you're very well informed.
If Hannah's in a Dalek prison camp,
tell me, why aren't you?
I escaped.
No, nobody escapes the Dalek camps. You're very cold.
What's wrong?
- It's a trap. - What is?
You are and you don't even know it.
The Doctor is acquired.
I'll just be a minute.
Er... your husband is here.
- I don't have a husband. - Well, apparently you still do.
You have to sign these.
- And then we're not married? - Just like magic.
- Can't chat. Working. - Really?
Thought you were just pouting at a camera.
Rory
Rory...
Sorry, love, was I interrupting?
Gosh look at you, you've gone so pale. Come on take a seat,
we'll soon sort that out.
Amelia Pond is acquired.
Cheers.
Rory Williams is acquired.
Where are we?
So how much trouble are we in?
How much trouble, Mr Pond?
Out of ten?
Eleven.
Where are we? Spaceship, right?
Not just any spaceship.
The Parliament of the Daleks.Be brave.
- What do we do? Make them remember you.
Well come on then.
You've got me! What are you waiting for?
At long last, it's Christmas!
Here I am!
Save us.
You will save us.
I'll what?
You will save the Daleks.
Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks!
Save the Daleks!
Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks!
Save the Daleks!
Well! This is new!
'Day 363. The terror continues.'
'Also, made another souffle.'
'Very nearly.'
'Checked defences.'
'They came again last night. It's still always at night.'
'Maybe they're vampires. Oh, and it's my Mum's birthday.'
'Happy birthday, Mum.'
'I did make you a souffle, but it was too beautiful to live.'
You will let us enter! We will enter!
We are the Daleks, you will let us enter!
Enter! ENTER! ENTER!
What's he doing?
He's chosen the most defendable area in the room,
counted all the Daleks, counted all the exits and now he's calculating
the exact distance we're standing apart and starting to worry.
Oh, and look at him frowning now."Something's wrong with
"Amy and Rory, and who's going to fix it?
- And he straightens his bow tie! - We have arrived.
Arrived where?!
Doctor... The Prime Minister will speak with you now.
Do you remember who you were, before they emptied you out
and turned you into their puppet?
My memories are only re-activated
if they are required to facilitate deep cover or disguise.
- You had a daughter. - I know. I've read my file.
Well?
What do you know of the Dalek Asylum?
According to legend, you have a dumping ground.
A planet where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong.
The battle-scarred, the insane. The ones even you can't control.
-Which never made any sense to me... Why not?
Because you'd just kill them.
It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred.
Offensive?
Does it surprise you to know the Daleks have a concept of beauty?
I thought you'd run out of ways to make me sick,
but hello again.
You think hatred is beautiful?
Perhaps that is why we have never been able to kill you.
The Asylum.
-How many Daleks are in there? -A count has not been made.
Millions, certainly. All still alive?
It has to be assumed.
The Asylum is fully automated, supervision is not required.
Armed?
- The Daleks are always armed. - What colour?
Sorry. There weren't any good questions left.
This signal is being received from the very heart of the Asylum.
What is the noise? Explain! Explain!
- It's me. - Sorry what?! - It's me.
Playing the triangle. OK, I got buried in the mix. Carmen!
Lovely show, someone's transmitting this.
Have you considered tracking back the signal and talking to them?
He asked the Daleks... Hello? Hello, Carmen? Hello?
- Hello? - Come in, come in,
- come in, Carmen. - Hello, yes, yes,
sorry, do you read me?!
Yes, reading you loud and clear.
- Identify yourself and report your status. - Hello!
Are you real?
Are you actually, properly real?
Yep, confirmed, actually properly real.
Oswin Oswald, Junior Entertainment Manager, Starship Alaska.
Current status crashed and shipwrecked somewhere...
not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing.
- Provisions good, but keen to move on. - A year?
Are you OK, are you...under attack?
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