Doctor Who

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.

Hell of a 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.

Aaah!

Um, y-your husband is here.

Hmm. I don't have a husband.

Oh, well, apparently, you still do.

You have to sign these.

And then we're not married?

Just like magic.

Can't chat. Working.

Really? I thought you were just

pouting at a camera.

Rory.

Sorry, love. Am I interrupting?

No.

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 10?

11.

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!

Save the Daleks!

Well.

Save the Daleks!

This is new.

Day 363.

The terror continues.

? Je t'aime.

Also, made another soufflé.

? Si je t'aime.

Very nearly.

? Prends garde

Checked defenses.

They came again last night.

Still, always at night.

Maybe they're vampires.

Oh, and it's my mum's birthday.

Happy Birthday, mum.

I did make you a soufflé,

but it was too beautiful to live.

You will

let us enter!

We will enter!

We will enter!

? Toréador

let us enter!? en garde

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 reactivated

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.

It's 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 that 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.

It occupies the entire planet,

right to the core.

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 color?

Sorry, there weren't any good questions left.

This signal is being received

from the very heart of the asylum.

? mais si je t'aime

? si je t'aime

what is the noise?

Explain! Explain!

It's me.

Sorry, what?

It's me, playing the triangle.

Okay, 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?

Yeah, confirmed: Actually, properly real.

Oswin Oswald, junior entertainment manager,

starship Alaska. Current status:

Crashed and shipwrecked somewhere...

Not nice.