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Actually, now that you mention it,

It's not my fault, I got distracted.

Dalek levels returning to normal parameters.

and the answer is I don't know.

It was just radiation affecting its brain chemistry,

Not till it started screaming.

Can you control your antibodies?

I see your universe.

Yeah, I did, thanks.

Yes, I do! Away from here! Now, in! In! In!

- Exterminate! Exterminate! - Secure the door!

You can always find something. Come on!

I...don't know.

We need to show the Dalek that star being born again.

Think about it!

Daleks are evil!

But the Dalek wants us in here. Why is it attacking?

Something wrong? - Nothing, no.

Mortuaries and larders. Always the easiest to break out of.

- Journey! - Uncle Morgan.

So, what do we do with a moral Dalek, then?

Heading for the trionic power cells, Colonel.

You couldn't afford me.

We promised him medical assistance.

Anomaly threat displaced.

of kindness, compassion.

There. job done.

- Good. - How is that good?

Gretchen Alison Carlisle.

- Rusty? Can you hear me? - Doctor?

This isn't a battleship. Medical insignia. It's a hospital.

extinguishes even the tiniest glimmer of...

Yeah, we got a damaged Dalek, you want to complain to someone?

No more radiation poisoning. Good as new.

How are Daleks pure?

I've come this far.

Advance! Exterminate the humans!

Resistance is futile.

Pull back, pullback!

There's a bit more to modern soldiering than just shooting people.

but I may have made that up to pass the time while they were talking.

Once we're miniaturised,

Grab hold of the rope.

Daleks must be de...

Colonel, we have radiation indicators red-lining in here.

It's like he's waking up.

I'd rather go in alive than dead.

You asked me if you're a good man

Some of the lights are out.

Are you out of your mind?

they take over the molecular compression.