Into the Dalek Pt 1

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[Fighter]

(A small space fighter is dodging weapons fire and asteroids. It's female pilot has an injured co-pilot.)
JOURNEY: Aristotle, this is Wasp Delta, do you hear me? Stay with me, Kai. Stay with me, please. Aristotle! We have been hit. Major damage. Aristotle!
(Her enemy is a massive flying saucer.)
JOURNEY: Aristotle! The enemy are right on top of us.
(The fighter is hit.)
JOURNEY: I'm sorry.

[Saucer]

DALEK: Exterminate.
(A second laser pulse finds its mark. The little fighter explodes as Journey screams.)

[Tardis]

(Journey opens her eyes to see the brass handles of the console. She sees the Doctor and scrambles for her hand gun, and keeps it pointing at him.)
DOCTOR: You'll probably feel a bit sick. Please, don't be.
(The Doctor is holding a card tray with two takeaway coffees in it.)
JOURNEY: Where's my brother?
DOCTOR: Hello, I'm the Doctor.
JOURNEY: He was right beside me. Where's Kai? How did I get here?
DOCTOR: I materialised a time capsule exactly round you and saved your life one second before your ship exploded, but do please keep crying.
JOURNEY: My brother's just died.
DOCTOR: His sister didn't. You're very welcome. Put the gun down.
JOURNEY: Or what?
DOCTOR: Or you might shoot me. Then where will you be?
JOURNEY: In charge of your vessel.
DOCTOR: You'd starve to death trying to find the light switch. Who are you?
JOURNEY: I'm Lieutenant Journey Blue of the Combined Galactic Resistance. I demand you take me back to my command ship, the Aristotle, which is currently located
DOCTOR: No. Hey, not like that.
JOURNEY: You will take me back to my command ship, which is currently positioned
DOCTOR: No, no. Come on. Not like that. Not like that. Get it right
(Journey lowers her gun.)
JOURNEY: Will you take me back to my ship? Please?
DOCTOR: The Aristotle's the big fella parked in the asteroid belt, yeah?
(The Doctor sets the Tardis moving.)
JOURNEY: It's shielded.
DOCTOR: More or less.
(The Aristotle is hiding by one edge of a long thin asteroid. Journey opens the Tardis door.)
DOCTOR: Dry your eyes, Journey Blue. Crying's for civilians. It's how we communicate with you lot.

[Med Sec 07]

(The Tardis has neatly parked herself in a corner of a large section. There are pieces of metal debris and a soldier is driving a small buggy in the background.)
JOURNEY: It's smaller on the outside.
DOCTOR: It's a bit more exciting when you go the other way. This isn't a battleship. Medical insignia. It's a hospital.
(An older man with a greying beard speaks. He is backed up by armed soldiers.)
MORGAN: We don't need hospitals now. The Daleks don't leave any wounded, and we don't take any prisoners.
DOCTOR: I saved your little friend here, if that's in any way relevant to mention.
JOURNEY: That's true, sir. He did.
MORGAN: Thank you.
DOCTOR: You're welcome. I wish I could've done more.
MORGAN: Then you should have.
DOCTOR: Okay.
MORGAN: But you did save Journey, and for that I am personally grateful.
DOCTOR: Well
MORGAN: However, the security of this base is absolute. So we're still going to kill you.
DOCTOR: Oh, it's a roller coaster with you, isn't it?
MORGAN: Shoot him, bag him and throw him outside.
JOURNEY: No! Stop!
MORGAN: I'm sorry. He might be a duplicate.
JOURNEY: He's a doctor. And we have a patient, don't we, Uncle?

[Corridor]

DOCTOR: Why does a hospital need a doctor?
MORGAN: The Aristotle wasn't always hidden. The Daleks got here before us.
JOURNEY: You don't like soldiers much, do you?
DOCTOR: You don't need to be liked. You've got all the guns.

[Lab 01]

(The soldiers stand guard at door 078.)
DOCTOR: Wow! A moleculon nanoscaler.
(A large clear tube with bench seats down the inside. A bit like a decompression chamber for divers.)
JOURNEY: You know what it does, then?
DOCTOR: It miniaturises living matter. What's the medical application, though? Do you use it to shrink the surgeons so they can climb inside the patients?
MORGAN: Exactly.
DOCTOR: Fantastic idea for a movie. Terrible idea for a proctologist. Are you going to miniaturise me?
MORGAN: You're a doctor, aren't you?
(He opens a pair of secure doors further along.)
MORGAN: And this is your patient.
(A scratched eyepiece glows blue.)
DOCTOR: No, you don't understand. You can't put me in there.
RUSTY: Doctor?
(This is a battered 2005 style Dalek with various cables going into its dome.)


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