Destination: Skaro

[Davros' laboratory on Skaro]

DAVROS: Greetings. Mister Castavillian, I take it? 
CASTAVILLIAN: Yes, Davros, an honour to work for you, sir. 
DAVROS: Then, allow me to show you the future of our beloved Kaled race. Behold my Mark III Travel Machine. The war has caused the Kaled race to mutate, but within this casing we can evolve, we can start anew. We can become stronger than ever! 
DALEK: We will become the supreme race in the universe. 
DAVROS: Observe. A bonded polycarbide shell. A ruby ray blaster. And a multi-dextrous claw capable of annihilating a million Thals. My ultimate masterpiece of design. 
CASTAVILLIAN: Yes, I did some research on the name, sir. Since we're called Kaleds, I thought our future selves could be an anagram of Kaled. Like... Lekad. 
DAVROS: No. 
CASTAVILLIAN: Adlek. 
DAVROS: No. 
CASTAVILLIAN: Klade. 
DAVROS: No. 
CASTAVILLIAN: Edlka. 
DAVROS: No! 
NYDER [OC]: Davros, I need your confirmation to begin the next bombardment, sir. 
DAVROS: One moment, and touch nothing. Is that understood? 
CASTAVILLIAN: Yes, sir. 

(Davros leaves.) 

CASTAVILLIAN: Edlak. 

(The Tardis materialises, damaging the prototype Travel Machine.) 

DOCTOR: Hello. Just passing by, cos I got a bit lost. It's funny, 60 minutes ago I was this really brilliant woman, and now I've got this old face back again. I mean, why? Why? I ask of you, my brand-new friend. Why? You're a bit of a puzzle. Oh. Oh. I'm sorry. 
CASTAVILLIAN: Ah, no... 
DOCTOR: I am so, so sorry. I think I broke this... multi-claw adaptable... What is it? Oh. That's a Dalek. 
CASTAVILLIAN: Oh. Good word. Dalek. Yes, that's it. 
DOCTOR: I'm lucky I wasn't exterminated. 
CASTAVILLIAN: Exterminated? Yes, but... Yes! Good word. Great. 
DOCTOR: Wait a minute, do you mean this is the Genesis of the Daleks? 
CASTAVILLIAN: Oh, this is the stuff! Thank you, thank you. 
DOCTOR: No, no, no. Stop it! Look. I was never, ever here. Never! The timelines in the canon are rupturing. I'm just going to go and you're not going to say a word. Okay? 
CASTAVILLIAN: No, but you broke the multi-claw adaptable thingamajig. 
DOCTOR: Oh, yeah. Right. Hold on. 

(Puts the multi-claw into the Tardis, brings out a sink plunger and throws it to Castavillian.) 

DOCTOR: There. Never here. 
CASTAVILLIAN: But... 

(The Tardis dematerialises, Davros re-enters.) 

DAVROS: Now, where were we, Mister Castavillian? Ah, the splendid design of my secondary... 

(Sees the now-attached sink plunger.) 

CASTAVILLIAN: Hmm? 
DAVROS: I like it.

Transcript originally provided by Chrissie. Adapted by TARDIS.guide. The transcripts are for educational and entertainment purposes only. All other copyrights property of their respective holders.

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