(Cold Open)

[Battlefield]

SOLDIER: Spread out! Get down!

(Straight in from the previous, three biplane buzz soldiers with quivers on their backs, but it fires laser bolts not bullets. One soldier aims an arrow at one as it flies off, then turns to see a young boy running in the opposite direction, into the smoke. A siren sounds, then another soldier runs up.)

SOLDIER: What's wrong?
KANZO: Was that a child?

(The boy is breathless, but still running.)

KANZO: Hey! You there, stop! Stop running!

(The boy stops.)

KANZO: It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't run.
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 back.)

KANZO: What are you doing out here, huh? Did you get lost?

(The ground ripples.)

KANZO: Stay still. Stay absolutely still.

(Kanzo gets out a small hand-held scanner.)

KANZO: 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?

(Another nod.)

KANZO: Have you ever seen a hand mine? (nod) Where?

(He follows the boy's gaze to his own foot, which has a hand from out of the ground clamped around his ankle.)

KANZO: Okay. It's okay. Everything's going to be fine

(Whereupon Kanzo is suddenly pulled underground. Then more hands come out of the mud and turn around. They have eyes in their palms, and stop when they see the boy.)

BOY: Help me! Someone, please! Help me! Help me!

(A sonic screwdriver flies through the air and lands at his feet.)

DOCTOR [OC]: 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 boy obeys.)

DOCTOR [OC]: I'm straight ahead of you, about fifty feet. Can you see me?

(The smoke clears to reveal the TARDIS and the Doctor.)

DOCTOR: The device in your hand is creating an acoustic corridor, so that we can talk. Do you understand?
BOY: Who are you?
DOCTOR: Oh, 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: It's 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. 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!

[The Maldovarium]

(A spaceship arrives at a planet, and a figure in a long hooded robe glides and weaves down an alley into the dingy club as if riding a Segway, where the singer is doing his rendition of The Weeping Song by Nick Cave. The customers are aliens of many races.)

SINGER: Father, why are all the women weeping?

(The door is burst open, glass breaks, and the figure hisses at the audience.)

COLONY SARFF: We are Colony Sarff. We bring harm.

(It glides up to an Ood, then past around the floor..)

COLONY SARFF: Where is the Doctor? (looking round) Where is the Doctor?

(The Ood whimpers and other beings back away.)

COLONY SARFF: Where is the Doctor!

[The Shadow Proclamation]

(A city in space. The Architect marches through a marble hall decorated with marble statues.)

SHADOW ARCHITECT: Deploy the under-regiment across both sectors. That number of suicide moons cannot be ignored.

(A Judoon clomps after her.)

SHADOW ARCHITECT: 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.
COLONY SARFF: Where is the Doctor?
SHADOW ARCHITECT: I've no idea. He's not our concern, and he's certainly not your employer's.
COLONY SARFF: The Doctor is required.
SHADOW ARCHITECT: For what? Colony Sarff, you need to tell me. What does Davros want with the Doctor?

(Sarff turns and leaves.)

[Karn]

(Thunder rumbles in the air. We are in the same location as the Prologue.)

OHILA: Welcome, Colony Sarff. We are the Sisterhood of Karn. If you do not leave our world immediately, we will take your skin.
COLONY 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.
COLONY: Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark Lord of Skaro.
OHILA: What of him?
COLONY SARFF: Davros is dying.
OHILA: Davros is ancient. He should have been dust centuries ago.
COLONY SARFF: He has a message for the Doctor.
OHILA: Then you will give it to me.

(Colony Sarff writhes as if trying to change shape or something.)

OHILA: Your powers mean nothing here. Give me the message and leave.
COLONY SARFF: Tell the Doctor, Davros knows. Davros remembers. Tell him he must face Davros one last time.

(Thunder and lightning.)

COLONY SARFF: (leaving) Davros knows. Davros remembers.

(When it is out of sight, Ohila turns round.)

OHILA: Doctor? What have you done?

(The Doctor doesn't meet her eyes. - this must be where the Prologue actually goes.)

[Davros' room]

(Davros is hooked up to a lot of tubes, with his head resting on one hand and a sonic screwdriver in the other.)

DAVROS: Doctor. Doctor. Doctor.
COLONY SARFF: You are dreaming, Lord Davros.
DAVROS: No. I am anticipating.
COLONY SARFF: He cannot be found.
DAVROS: Of course he can. He has a weakness. If you seek the Doctor, first seek his friends.

[Classroom]

(A boy spits his chewing gum into a waste basket held by his teacher.)

RYAN: Will I get it back after school?
CHILDREN: Urgh!
CLARA: How will you know which one's yours?

(General laughter.)

CLARA: Fine, then. Right. Now, where was I? Jane Austen. Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer, and strictly among ourselves, a phenomenal kisser.

(Clara pauses, staring out of the window.)

ALISON: Miss? Miss?
RYAN: Miss?

(Staring at an aeroplane motionless in mid-air.)

ALISON: Is she okay?

(Clara gets a marker pen from her desk and draws a circle on the window pane.)

CLARA: Everybody turn on their phones. News websites and Twitter.

(She opens the window and looks out, then closes it again. The aeroplane is in the same place.)

RYAN: Twitter?
CLARA: Hashtag, #ThePlanesHaveStopped

(Breaking news, several newsreaders over various images of aeroplanes over cities.)

BBC NEWSREADER: Reports are coming in of planes hanging apparently motionless in the sky.
TV NEWSREADER: Footage of passenger jets, which have seemingly come to a complete standstill in mid-air.

[Classroom]

MR DUNLOP: Miss Oswald, a call at the office.
CLARA: Yeah, that would probably be UNIT.
MR DUNLOP: They're telling me you're needed. They were going to put me through to the Prime Minister.
CLARA: Mister Dunlop, sorry. I have to take the rest of the day off owing to a, er, personal crisis.

[Outside the school]

(Running whilst on her mobile phone.)

CLARA: Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming. No, don't send a helicopter. Think it through.

NEWSREADER [OC]: Attempts at communications with the planes, with pilots, crew, passengers, all have failed.

(Jumble of reports in various major Earth languages while Clara rides her motorbike through the streets.)

NEWSREADER [OC]: Family members with candlelight vigils around the world. Meanwhile, reports are coming in from Caracas, Tel Aviv, Beijing. It seems no corner of the planet is unaffected.

(Clara arrives at the Tower of London.)

[UNIT HQ]

KATE: The planes aren't responding. No, none of them. It's radio silence. I've got to go. Tell the President I'll call him back.

(Clara enters.)

KATE: He's not answering his phone. Have you tried?
CLARA: We don't know enough yet. He doesn't appreciate gossip.
KATE: Gossip?
CLARA: How many planes?
JAC: 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: Okay, so, what could you do with 4,000 flying bombs?
JAC: Ah, well, 439 nuclear power stations currently active.
KATE: What else?
CLARA: I dunno. Er, fault lines. Earthquake, a tsunami?
JAC: Running simulations now.
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, we can't contact them.
JAC: 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: Okay, 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?
MIKE: We've got a message. The Doctor channel.
CLARA: Sorry, what?
KATE: He never uses it. I doubt he remembers it even exists.
CLARA: Then who is it?
MIKE: Decrypting. We're getting text through, I think.
CLARA: Texting? Definitely not the Doctor.

(The computer beeps as it creates the letters on screen.)

TEXT: You so fine.
KATE: Have you got any more?
MIKE: Coming.
TEXT: You blow my mind. Hey Missy, you so fine, you so fine, you blow my mind! Hey Missy!!!

(Okay, confess. You didn't read it, you sang it.)

MISSY [on monitor]: Today, I shall be talking to you out of (suddenly 3D) the square window!
KATE: What the hell was that? How did she do that?
JAC: Dunno. Some sort of psychic projection, or something.
KATE: Oh great, thanks.
MISSY [on monitor]: Okay, 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 is a buzz-monster in my brain, and I'm going to need eight snipers.
KATE: Eight what?
MISSY [on monitor]: Three for each heart, and two for my brain stem. You'll have to switch me off fast, before I can regenerate. How fast can you get here? Ooo, I'll need to arrange you a flight corridor.

(Missy licks her finger before pressing buttons on her controller.)

KATE: Why do you need snipers?
MISSY [monitor]: Because it's the only way she'll feel safe enough to talk to me. Shall we say four o'clock?

[Mediterranean plaza]

(A church bell tolls four times. Missy is the only person at the tables at the bottom of the church steps. UNIT snipers take up their positions on the surrounding rooftops. She looks down and sees six red laser dots dancing on her bosom.)

MISSY: Oh, saucy.

(Then she uses her compact mirror to check that the other two are aiming at her brain stem. Two black cars arrive, and Secret Service types get out, then Clara. The collared doves scatter as she walks over to Missy, who gestures for her to sit.)

MISSY: Go on, then.

(Clara sits opposite Missy, who sips at her espresso.)

MISSY: How's your boyfriend? Still tremendously dead, I expect.
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 uses her controller, and the shadow of a jumbo jet moves over them.)

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.

(She puts the etched disc from the Prologue on the table. The one the Doctor gave to Ohila.)

MISSY: 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 it, and gets an electric shock.)

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: Well 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?

(A man and a woman walk through with their dog.)

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 uses her controller to disintegrate a Secret Service man.)

SOLDIER [OC]: Man down!
CLARA: (sotto) No!

(Clara get up and goes towards where the man was.)

SOLDIER [OC]: Man down!

[UNIT HQ]

KATE: Don't shoot her. Do not shoot her!

[Mediterranean plaza]

MISSY: By the ring on his finger, he was married, and I, I think I detected some baby leakage on his jacket, so he had a family. No, I've not turned good.

(She shoots another man.)

[UNIT HQ]

KATE: Nobody fire!

[Mediterranean plaza]

MISSY: Ooh, wow, I'm on a roll. Thanks for bringing spares.
CLARA: Stop it. Just stop it. Don't shoot anybody else!
MISSY: Oi, you, sweaty one, on your knees. Let's have a goodbye selfie for your kids.

(The man obeys.)

CLARA: Missy, nobody else!
MISSY: Say something nice.
CLARA: No.
MISSY: I'll kill everyone in this square.
CLARA: 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.

(Clara holds up her arm.)

CLARA: Your best friend is in danger. Show me you care. Make me believe.

(Missy uses her controller and waves the aeroplane shadow goodbye. It flies off.)

[UNIT HQ]

JAC: The planes! The planes are all moving again.

[Mediterranean plaza]

MISSY: It's only a basic Time Stop. Parlour trick. Couldn't have done anything with them anyway.

(Clara lowers her hand.)

CLARA: 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?
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.

(Someone somewhere claps. An agent brings a laptop to their table.)

MISSY: Well, yes, Earth, obviously! But where? When?

(Two more claps as Clara works the keyboard.)

[UNIT HQ]

JAC: The algorithm generates probabilities based on crisis points, anomalies, anachronisms, keywords.
KATE: Such as?
JAC: Blue box, Doctor.

(Clara and Missy are on the screen as more people applaud in 1138AD.)

JAC: There we go. San Martino, Troy, multiples for New York,

[Mediterranean plaza]

JAC [OC]: 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.

(Essex. We are shown Bors, the bearded warrior from Meditation wielding a double-headed axe in an arena as tumblers enter under the portcullis.)

[UNIT HQ]

KATE: But which one is the one? Where is he now?

[Mediterranean plaza]

CLARA: How's a Time Lord supposed to die?
MISSY: Meditation. Repentance and acceptance.

[UNIT HQ]

MISSY [on screen]: Contemplation of the absolute.
CLARA [on screen]: Great, thanks. Change the algorithm. Eliminate the crisis points. Where is the Doctor making the most noise, but there isn't any crisis?

[Mediterranean plaza]

CLARA: (sighs) We're looking for a party.

(Lots of lights go out on the UNIT world map until just one is left - in the UK.)

CLARA: There he is. "Do not go gentle into that good night."
MISSY: You go, girl!

(Missy puts something on Clara's wrist, and they vanish.)

[Castle ramparts]

(Then drop onto castle ramparts. It night time and the place is lit by burning torches.)

MISSY: Whoo, whoo whoo! Mummy, do it again! Vortex manipulators. Yours is slaved to mine. Cheap and nasty time travel.

(The courtyard below has wooden stands around it, filled with the peasants and other castle residents. Bors is waving his axe around. These must be the revels after the Meditation.)

BORS: Face me, Magician! Face me!
MISSY: You probably want to throw up, don't you? Pick a local. According to you, this is where the Doctor is.
CLARA: Okay, how do we find him? How do we know what we're looking for?
MISSY: Anachronisms. The slightest, tiniest

(An electric guitar riff fills the area.)

MISSY: Anachronisms.

[Castle courtyard]

(The Doctor enters the under the portcullis on a tank, playing rock guitar and wearing shades. The crowd love it. Bors lowers his axe in despair. The Doctor finishes the riff and bows to the Lord and Lady as his speakers give feedback. He is wearing checkered trousers and a black frock coat.)

BORS: Dude! What is that?
DOCTOR: You said you wanted an axe fight.

(Some chuckles.)

DOCTOR: Oh, come on. In a few hundred years, that'll be really funny. It's a slow burner.
BORS: A musical instrument is not an axe.
DOCTOR: Yes, and a daffodil is not a broadsword, but I still won the last round!

(The crowd cheers.)

DOCTOR: What do you think of my tank? Don't worry, it isn't loaded.
BORS: I don't like it.
DOCTOR: No, neither do I. I bought it for my fish.
BORS: Your fish?
DOCTOR: I may have ordered online!

(Complete silence.)

DOCTOR: 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 looks up at the ramparts, directly at Clara.)

CLARA: Wait, hang on. Did he just hear that? He doesn't know we're here, does he?

(The Doctor plays the opening of Pretty Woman.)

DOCTOR: Now, you lot. I have been here all day, and it's been a great day!
BORS: You've been here for three weeks.
DOCTOR: Three weeks? It must be nearly bedtime. Well, we've partied.

(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!
ALL: Dude!
DOCTOR: Are you a Renaissance?
ALL: Dude!
DOCTOR: Are you a Medieval?
ALL: Dude!

(He points at a young man in armour.)

DOCTOR: I am a dragon-slaying?
ALL: Dude!
DOCTOR: We are all the young?
ALL: Dudes!
DOCTOR: I like it. But I've got some sad news for you, dudes. Tonight, I'm going to have to leave you.

(Cries of no!)

DOCTOR: But before I do, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of mine.

(Ahs from the crowd, then applause and cheering. Clara enters the courtyard and waves shyly.)

CLARA: 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: Wow, we're doing charm as well, now, are we? Which one of us is dying?

(The Doctor suddenly hugs Clara.)

CLARA: Okay. 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: Okay, look. I guessed a party, but not like this. 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.

(He riffs Mickie as Missy enters.)

MISSY: What the hell are you up to, man?
DOCTOR: It's the wicked stepmother! Everyone hiss!

(Discordant chord and hisses as Missy bows and flourishes her handkerchief.)

MISSY: Apparently, you think you're going to die tomorrow.

(She holds up the confession disc.)

DOCTOR: Well, I've got some good news about that.
MISSY: Oh, yeah?
DOCTOR: It's still today!
MISSY: Oh, that's very good.

(Guitar wah, wah, wah. Bors starts choking.)

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 banded snake from around Bors' throat and throws it away. It slithers under the robes of -)

COLONY SARFF: Doctor. Your friends have led me to you. You will come.
DOCTOR: Says you and whose army?

(The segments of Sarff's face turn in different directions, like the coils of a snake. Its robe drops to reveal that it is a giant serpent with lots of small snakes around it. The crowd flee.)

DOCTOR: Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand?
COLONY SARFF: Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark lord of Skaro, is dying.
DOCTOR: So I hear.
COLONY 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 recoils itself into its humanoid form.)

COLONY 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? Huh! You came!

(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.
COLONY SARFF: Davros knows. Davros remembers.

(Sarff holds out the sonic screwdriver then throws it to the ground near the Doctor, who hangs his head.)

CLARA: That's yours.
DOCTOR: Er, it was.
CLARA: Was?
DOCTOR: I don't have a screwdriver any more.
MISSY: Ooo. Never seen that before. Doctor, the look on your face. What is that?
CLARA: Shame. You're ashamed. Doctor? What have you done?
YOUNG DAVROS [memory]: Please, you've got to help me. You said I could survive! You said you'd help me! Help me!
(The TARDIS dematerialises from the battlefields of Skaro.
The Doctor goes to Colony Sarff)
DOCTOR: Is your ship in orbit?
MISSY: It's a trap.
COLONY 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. (sotto) Goodbye, Clara.

(He turns around, and one of Sarff's colony of snakes binds the Doctor's wrists behind his back.)

CLARA: We're coming with him. Both of us, her and me.

(Missy and Clara join him and hold their hands behind their backs too.)

DOCTOR: No! No, no, no. Under no circumstances! What are you doing now?
COLONY SARFF: Voting. We are a democracy. It is agreed.

(Snakes already bind Missy and Clara's wrists.)

DOCTOR: No, no, no! I forbid it, no! No! No! No! No!

(They all vanish. Bors comes out of hiding, slack-jawed. Then he goes blank-faced)

[Castle]

(Bors walks into a room and opens a chest, throwing the contents on the floor. Then he pulls back a curtain to reveal the TARDIS. When he turns back to us, he has a Dalek eyestalk protruding from his forehead.)

BORS: Inform High Command. It is located. The TARDIS is located.
DALEK [OC]: The TARDIS will be procured.
DALEKS [OC]: Procure the TARDIS. Procure the TARDIS. Procure. Procure.

[Sarff's spaceship]

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? (a pause) Davros made the Daleks, but who made Davros?

(Big whoosh, and stars appear in the front window.)

MISSY: Okay, great. Coming out of hyperspace.

(A squat chess pawn or stupa-shaped spacestation spins nearly.)

DOCTOR: So that's where he ended up.
CLARA: What is that?
DOCTOR: I don't know. A hospital?

[Empty room]

(Missy sings wordlessly. The acoustics are perfect.)

CLARA: How long have we been waiting?
DOCTOR: Who knows? It's always the way with hospitals.

(The cabin door opens and Sarff glides in.)

COLONY SARFF: You will come. 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.

(The Doctor leaves with Sarff.)

DOCTOR: (sotto) Gravity.
MISSY: I know.

(The door closes. Missy does a tap 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. (American) But this feels real, man. (normal Scottish) 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.

(She throws off the snake that had been binding her wrists. It is dead.)

MISSY: 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.
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!

(Missy blows the airlock and an alarm sounds.)

[Davros' room]

(Colony Sarff enters, followed cautiously by the Doctor.)

DAVROS: Doctor?

(The life support tubes are raised so we can see the wizened old man better.)

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 past the Doctor's back, taking the snake away with him.)

DAVROS: You may leave us.

(Sarff obeys.)

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 painfully throws a switch to start a series of clips on a small wall screen.)

DOCTOR 4 [Genesis of the Daleks]: If you had created a virus in your laboratory
DOCTOR 5 [Resurrection of the Daleks]: I'm not here as your prisoner, Davros...
DOCTOR 7 [Remembrance of the Daleks]: Unimaginable power! Unlimited rice pudding!
DOCTOR TEN [Stolen Earth]: Everything we saw. Everything we lost.
DOCTOR 6 [Revelation of the Daleks]: But did you bother to tell anyone they might be eating their own relatives?
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, yes, okay, you've made your point.
DAVROS: Have I?
DOCTOR 4 [on screen]: 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 turns off the recordings.)

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.

(Alarm sounds.)

DAVROS: It seems your friends have gone exploring.

[Outside the hospital]

(Clara and Missy stand in the open airlock. Missy puts her arm out.)

MISSY: It's warm, isn't it? (a pause) For deep space, anyway.
CLARA: What are you doing?
MISSY: Treading softly.

(She steps out cautiously onto nothing visible.)

CLARA: What, there's a floor?
MISSY: No. No, there's ground. This is the ground.

(Clara steps out as Missy does a little dance.)

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 dances around.)

CLARA: 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?
MISSY: That would rather depend on the planet, dear.

(The spacestation is revealed to be just one of many similar shaped buildings on a desert planet.)

MISSY: No.

[Davros' room]

DOCTOR: No!

[Planet surface]

MISSY: They've built it again. They've brought it back. No, no. No!
CLARA: What? What is it? Where are we?

[Davros' room]

(The buildings are all visible from the window.)

DOCTOR: Skaro! You've brought me to Skaro.
DAVROS: Where does an old man go to die, but with his children?

[Planet surface]

CLARA: What's Skaro?
MISSY: The beginning. Where it all started. This is the planet of the Daleks!
DALEK: Correct.

[Davros' room]

DOCTOR: (sotto) Clara!
DAVROS: You cannot help her now, Doctor.

(The Doctor thumps on the door.)

[Control room]

(Missy and Clara are brought in.)

CLARA: The TARDIS. How did she get here?
DALEK SUPREME: It has been procured.

(The Red Dalek is on a raised dais. A big laser gun is lowered from the ceiling. Other Daleks from other eras mill about, including the old Battle Dalek.)

CLARA: Yeah? Yeah, well, if you're trying to get inside, you can't. Nothing can enter the TARDIS.
DALEK SUPREME: The TARDIS will not be entered. The TARDIS will be destroyed.
CLARA: (chuckles) 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.

[Davros' room]

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: (sotto) Don't. Just don't.

[Control room / Davros' room]

(Missy's speech is split between live action and on-screen, and I cannot be bothered to type that..)

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?

(Missy tickles a Dalek's ball.)

MISSY: 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.

(She climbs up onto a ledge opposite the TARDIS and the Daleks all turn to look at her. Clara is trying to edge towards the door.)

MISSY: You just need one thing.
DOCTOR: (sotto) 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. (long pause) Or would you rather just kill me?

(The Daleks turn to their leader.)

DALEK SUPREME: Maximum extermination.
DALEK: Exterminate.

(The Daleks fire. Missy's skeleton is briefly visible before she is completely gone.)

[Davros' room]

DOCTOR: Please! Please, I'm begging you. Please, please. Please, save Clara.
DAVROS: I gave the Daleks life. I do not control them.

(The Daleks all turn to face Clara.)

DOCTOR: (sotto) 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?

[Control room]

(Clara runs for the open door.)

DALEK: Exterminate! Exterminate!

(They fire. Clara screams and vanishes.)

[Davros' room]

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.

[Control room]

DALEK SUPREME: Destroy the TARDIS!
DALEKS: Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! (ad infinitum)

(The big laser and the Daleks all fire at the TARDIS whilst screaming that word, and the console room then the screen goes white.)

[Battlefield]

(Then the white clears to reveal us back where we started.)

YOUNG DAVROS: Help me! You can't leave me! You promised. You said I had a chance.

(The TARDIS door opens. He turns.)

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.

(He takes aim with a Dalek gun.)

DOCTOR: Exterminate!

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.