6. Manhattan 1930 (Part 1)
The TARDIS materializes in front of a white stone wall and Martha steps out first, Tory next, and the Doctor last.
"Where are we?" Martha curiously asked.
"Ah, smell that Atlantic breeze. Nice and cold. Lovely," he commented. "Martha, have you met my friend?"
They look up to see the Statue of Liberty.
"Is that...? Oh my God! That's the Statue of Liberty!" Martha noted.
'Gateway to the New World. 'Give me you tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to break free...'"
"That's so brilliant. I've always wanted to go to New York. I mean the real New York, not the new, new, new, new, new one."
"Yeah, I can tell," Tory cuts in politely as they walk to the edge of the island with a view of the Manhattan skyline.
"Well, there's the genuine article," the Doctor responded. "So good, they named it twice. Mind you, it was New Amsterdam originally. Harder to say twice. Now wonder it didn't catch on. New Amsterdam, New Amsterdam."
"I wonder what year it is 'cause look, the Empire State Building's not even finished yet," Martha wondered.
"Still in progress. More couple floors to go, and if I remember correctly, that makes the date somewhere around," Tory titled her head. "November 1, 1930."
"You're getting good at this," he proudly said. It's not much, but there's certainly a progress of her recovery memories.
"Eighty years ago," Martha remarked as the Doctor takes a newspaper nearby. "It's funny 'cause you see all those old newsreels in black and white like it's so far away, but here we are. It's real. It's now." She laughed then looks at the duo. "Come on, you. Where do we go first?"
He shows her and Tory the headline. "I think our detour just got longer."
'"Hooverville Mystery Deepens"'. What's Hooverville?"
The Doctor, Tory, and Martha stroll through the park.
"Herbert Hoover, 31st President of the USA, came to power a year ago," Tory recited. "Up until then, New York was a boom town, the Roaring Twenties, and then..." her face turns into confusion and then, morping into frustration.
"The Wall Street Crash, yeah?" Martha recalled, learning about her amnesia not long ago and tries to make her relax. "When was that, 1929?"
"Yeah. Whole economy wiped out overnight. Thousands of people unemployed," the Doctor agreed, thanking Martha for asking it. He doesn't want to see how upset Tory becomes. "Suddenly the huddled masses doubled in number with nowhere to go. So they ended up here in Central Park."
"What? They actually live in the park? In the middle of the city?"
They arrive at Hooverville where a collection of shacks and tents with random fire barrels placed throughout.
"Ordinary people. Lost their jobs. Couldn't pay the rent and they lost everything," the Doctor sadly acknowledged. "There are places like this all over America. You only come to Hooverville when there's nowhere else to go."
Then, there's a shouting from another part of Hooverville. Two men are fighting.
"You thievin' lowlife!" The first man punches the second man. Two other men try to break up the fight. "Loaf!"
"I didn't touch it!"
An older man with fedora, steps out of his tent and tried to stop the fight. "Cut that out!" The two men ignore Solomon and keep fighting. "Cut that out! Right now!" He pushes the two men apart.
"He stole my bread!" The first man accused.
"That's enough!" The older man Looks at the second man. "Did you take it?"
"I don't know what happened. He just went crazy."
The first man lunges at him but is held back.
"That's enough!" The older man ordered.
The Doctor, Tory, Martha, and other residents of Hooverville wander over to see what's going on.
"Now think real careful before you lie to me," the older man insisted.
"I'm starvin', Solomon," the second man admitted.
Solomon holds out his hand and the second man reaches under his coat and pulls out the bread, handing it over. "We're all starvin'," he addressed as he breaks the bread in half. "We all got families somewhere." He hands each man a half. "No stealin' and no fightin'. You know the rules. 13 years ago I fought in the Great War. A lot of us did. And the only reason we got through was because we stuck together! No matter how bad things get, we still act like human beings. It's all we got."
The men go their own way.
"Come on," the Doctor called Martha and Tory and reaching at Solomon. "I suppose that makes you the boss around here."
"And, uh, who might you be?"
"He's the Doctor. She's the Historian. I'm Martha," the girl introduced.
"A doctor and a historian." He scoffs. "Well, we got, uh, stockbrokers, we got a lawyer, but you're the first doctor and the first historian. Neighbourhood gets classier by the day." He warms his hands over a fire.
"How many people live here?" Tory inquired.
"At any one time, hundreds. No place else to go. But I will say this about Hooverville. We are a truly equal society, black, white, all the same. All starving," Solomon chuckled. "So you're welcome. The three of you. But tell me, Doctor, Historian, you're a man and a girl of learning, right? Explain this to me." He points to Empire State Building. "That there's going to be the tallest building in the world. How come they can do that, and we got people starving in the heart of Manhattan?"
Solomon throws coffee dregs onto the fire as the trio approach.
"So... men are going missing. Is this true?" The Doctor asked, holding up newspaper.
Solomon takes the newspaper. "It's true all right," he corrected as he goes inside his tent.
The Doctor and Tory stand at opening of tent. "But what does missing mean?" He asked. "Men must come and go here all the time. It's not like anyone's keeping a register."
Solomon sits down. "C'mon in." The trio enter and sit. "This is different."
"How different?" Tory asked.
"Someone takes them. At night. We hear something. Someone calls out for help. By the time we get there, they're gone. Like they vanish into thin air."
"And you're sure someone's taking them?" The Doctor inquired.
"Doctor, when you got next to nothing, you hold on to the little you got. Your knife, blanket, you take it with you. You don't leave bread uneaten, fire still burning."
"Have you been to the police?" Martha asked.
"Yeah, we tried that. Another deadbeat goes missing, big deal."
"So, the question is, who's taking them and what for?" The Doctor concluded as a young man, Frank, sticks his head inside the tent.
"Solomon, Mr. Diagoras is here," he informed.
They walk outside to where a man in black business suit, Diagoras, is talking to the men of Hooverville. "I need men. Volunteers. I got a little work for you and you sure look like you can use the money."
"Yeah. What is the money?" Frank challenged.
"A dollar a day."
The men grumble. For Tory, his offer didn't convince enough.
"What's the work?" Solomon asked.
"A little trip down the sewers. Got a tunnel that collapsed needs clearing and fixing," Diagoras replied. "Any takers?"
"A dollar a day? That's slave wage," Solomon asserted. "Men don't always come back up, do they?"
"Accidents happen."
"What do you mean? What sort of accidents?" The Doctor asked.
"You don't need the work? That's fine. Anybody else?" The Doctor and Tory raise their hand. "Enough with the questions," Diagoras insisted.
"Oh, n-n-no. We're volunteering."
Martha joins them, raises her hand and looks at the Doctor. "I'll kill you for this."
Solomon and Frank raise their hands as well.
Diagoras lead the others the way as they walk down in the sewers, each hands holding a flashlight. "Turn left. Go about half a mile. Follow Tunnel 273. Fall's right ahead of you. You can't miss it," he instructed.
"And when do we get our dollar?" Frank asked.
"When you come back up."
"And if we don't come back up?" The Doctor added.
"Then I got no one to pay."
"Wonderful," Tory snarked.
"Don't worry. We'll be back," Solomon insisted.
"Let's hope so," Martha hoped.
The others start down the tunnel.
"We just gotta stick together. It's easy to get lost," Frank suggested. "It's like a huge rabbit warren. You could hide an army down here."
"So what about you, Frank?" Tory inquired.
"You're not from around these parts, are you?" Martha added.
"Oh, you two could talk. No, no, I'm from Tennessee, born and bred."
"So how come you're here?"
"Uh, my daddy died. Mama... couldn't afford to feed us all. So, I'm the oldest, up to me to feed myself, so put on my coat, hitched up here on the railroads. There's a whole lot of runaways in camp younger than me. From all over; Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas. Solomon keeps a lookout for us," he explained. "So, what about you? You're a long way from home."
"You had no idea," Tory murmured, remembering Gallifrey, her home planet.
"Yeah, I'm just a hitcher too," Martha admitted.
"You stick with me, you'll be all right."
"So this Diagoras bloke, who is he then?" The Doctor asked Solomon.
"A couple of months ago, he was just another foreman. Now it seems like he's running most of Manhattan."
"How did he manage that?" Tory asked, hearing their conversation.
"These are strange times. A man can go from being King of the Hill to the lowest of the low overnight. It's just for some folks it works the other way 'round."
"Whoa!" The Doctor suddenly said. Tory spots a blob is lying on the ground giving off a sick green light that makes her wanna puke.
Martha comes forward, asking, "Is it radioactive or something?" The Doctor sets down his flashlight and crouches beside it. Martha covers her nose and mouth. "It's gone off, whatever it is."
The Doctor slips on his glasses and carefully picks up the slimy blob. "Aaand you pick it up," Tory grumbled as he sniffs it.
"Shine your torch through it," he insisted. Tory and Martha do it. "Composite organic matter. Martha? Medical opinion?"
"It's not human," Martha concluded. "I know that."
"No, it's not. And I'll tell you something else. We must be at least half a mile in and I don't see any sign of a collapse, do you?" All of them shook their head. "So why did Mr Diagoras send up down here?"
"So where are we now? What's above us?" Martha asked.
"Right underneath Manhattan," Tory addressed, looking at the sewers around.
"We're way beyond half a mile. There's no collapse, nothing," Solomon informed as they keep walking around.
"That Diagoras bloke, was he lying?" Martha guessed.
"Oh, definitely," Tory convinced.
"So why did he want people to come down here?" Frank wondered.
"Solomon, I think it's time you took these three back. I'll be much quicker on my own," the Doctor suggested.
Tory can hear squealing echo in the tunnels.
"What the hell was that?" Solomon pondered.
Frank tried to calling. "Hello?!"
"Shh," Martha hushed him.
"Frank," Solomon warned.
"What if it's one of the folk gone missing?" Frank protested. "You'd be scared, half-mad down here on your own."
"Do you think they're still alive?" Tory asked him.
"Heck, we ain't seen no bodies down here. Maybe they just got lost."
They hear more squealing.
"I know I never heard nobody make a sound like that," Solomon noted.
The Doctor and Tory walk a little ahead of them, holding hand at each other.
"Where's it coming from? Sounds like there's more than one of 'em," Frank guessed.
"This way," Tory averred.
Solomon shining his light down another tunnel. "No, that way," he insisted. The light of Solomon's torch catches a huddled figure on the ground.
Martha ooking back at the duo. "Doctor... Tory..."
The duo rejoins them.
"Who are you?" Solomon asked.
"Are you lost? Can you understand me?" Frank added. 'I've been thinkin' about folk lost down..." He starts to walk forward but the Doctor stops him.
"It's all right, Frank. Just stay back. Let me have a look," he told him, walks toward the figure as Tory stands behind. "He's got a point, though, my mate Frank. I'd hate to be stuck down here on my own." The Creature squeals. "We know the way out. Daylight. If you want to come with us." He shines a light on the creature, revealing a pigman's face. "Oh, but what are you?"
"Is, uh, that some kind of carnival mask?" Solomon wondered.
"No, it's real," Tory conceded.
"I'm sorry. Now listen to me. I promise I can help," the Doctor assured. "Now, who did this to you?"
"Doctor," Martha called, notices few shadows behind him. "I think you'd better get back here." More pigman have filled the opposite end of the tunnel. "Doctor!"
Tory rushes at him, pulling the man away.
"They're following you," Martha added.
"Yeah, I noticed that, thanks," he admitted as he reaches them, holding Tory's hand. "Well then, Historian, Martha, Frank, Solomon..."
"Run!" Tory yelled.
They race down the tunnel as the pigman chasing them to a cross-section where Martha stops in confusion.
"Where are we going?!" Martha asked.
"This way! Turns right," he told them. The pigman keep chasing. The Doctor stops at the mouth of a joining tunnel. "It's a ladder! Come on!"
The Doctor climbs the ladder and uses the sonic screwdriver on the lid. Martha and Tory follow. Solomon hesitates when he saw Frank pick up a metal rod to try and hold them off.
"Frank!" Solomon urged him before climbs the ladder.
Seeing that the others are safe, Frank runs for the ladder and starts climbing. The Doctor and Solomon reach down their hands. "C'mon, Frank! C'mon!"
"I've got ya. C'mo!" The Doctor convinced him. Tory activates her power to create a heavy gravity at the pigman so the Doctor and Solomon can saves Frank. It works well as the Doctod and Solomon pulling Frank away, closing the sewer.
"You're okay?" Solomon asked him.
Frank nodded, still taking some breathe after that whole chasing. But then, a woman in blue dress steps out from behind a shelf in the prop room, a gun pointed at them. "All right then. Put 'em up." Martha and Tory puts their hands up. The woman cocks the gun. "Hands in the air and no funny business." The Doctor, Frank, and Solomon put their hands up.
Tory intend to use her power to makes the gun heavier when the woman asked. "Now tell me, you schmucks, what've you done with Laszlo?"
"Who's Lazlo?" Tory demanded, not getting it.
"Laszlo's my boyfriend," she explained as they all gather in her dressing room, hand still holding a gun, "Or was my boyfriend until he disappeared two weeks ago. No letter, no goodbye, no nothing. And I'm not stupid. I know some guys are just pigs but not my Laszlo. I mean, what kind of guy asks you to meet his mother before he vamooses?"
"Yeah. It might, might just help if you put that down," the Doctor suggested, not liking the fact she's carrying a gun that might hurting someone.
"Oh? Oh, sure," she tossed it. "Oh, come on. It's not real. It's just a prop. It was either that or a spear."
"What do you think happened to him?" Frank asked.
"I wish I knew. One minute he's there, the next, zip. Vanished."
"Listen," the Doctor called, "uh... what's your name?"
"Tallulah."
"Tallulah."
"Three Ls and an H."
"Right. We can try to find Laszlo, but he's not the only one. There are people disappearing every night."
"And there are creatures. Such creatures," Solomon commented.
"Whaddaya mean 'creatures'?" Tallulah asked back.
"Look. Listen, just trust me," the Doctor denoted. " Everyone is in danger. I need to find out exactly what this is." He removes blob from his pocket. Tory hold her nose as the hideous smells coming back. "Because then I'll know exactly what we're fighting.
Tallulah leans back with a "Yeh!"
The Doctor is scavenging for parts to build a gizmo with Tory helping by. Solomon brings a small Art Nouveau radio. "How about this?" He suggested. "I found it backstage."
"Perfect," Tory muttered as she takes it. "It's what we need."
"Just rigging up a crude little DNA scan for this beastie. If I can get a chromosomal reading, I can find out where it's from," the Doctor remarked as he uses the sonic screwdriver on the radio's insides.
"How about you, Doctor, Historian? Where are you from? I've been all over. I never heard anybody talk like you two. Just exactly who are you?"
The Doctor takes out a piece from the radio and blows on it. "Oh, we're just sort of passing by," he imparted.
"I'm not a fool, Doctor."
"No," he agreed. "Sorry."
Solomon walks over to the sewer lid and looks down at it. "I was so scared, Doctor," he confessed. "I... almost let them take Frank... because I was just so scared. I got to get back to Hooverville with Frank. With these creatures on the loose, we got to protect ourselves. Ain't no one else going to help us."
"Good luck," Tory indicated.
"I hope you find what you're looking for, for all our sakes," Solomon hoped before leaving with Frank.
Tory, using her power, directs a beam from one of the stage lights on the blob thing.
"That's it. Let's warm you up," he remarked, puts on his glasses and starts to examine it.
From far, Tory can heard Tallulah speaking with some woman as a faint music playing at the stage. Seems like the show will starts.
"This is artificial," the Doctor pointed out.
"Is it?" Tory wondered.
"Ladies and gentlemen. The Laurenzi..."
"Genetically engineered. Whoever this is, oh, you're clever," he admitted as he's examines it more detail.
"Dancing devils, with Heaven and Hell!"
Tallulah's voice singing across the theater. "You lured me in with your cold grey eyes, your simple smile, your bewitching lies. One and one and one is three. My bad, bad angel, the Devil and me. You put the devil in me. You put the devil in me. You put the devil in me. My bad, bad angel, you put the Devil in me."
"She's good," Tory marveled, starts to swing her legs, following Tallulah's vocal song.
The Doctor is listening to the jellyfish with a stethoscope. "Fundamental DNA type 467-989," he murmured. "989... Hold on, that means planet of origin." Then, his expression slowly turns into a horror realization.
"What is it?" Tory asked, not getting it.
"...It's from Skaro," he whispered before running to find Martha. Tory follows behind, terrified and anxious that they're dealing with the Daleks once more.
When they arrive at backstage, Tallulah and other womans standing around.
"Tallulah, where's Martha?" Tory asked her.
"I don't know. She ran off the stage."
Suddenly, Martha's voice just screams. The Doctor, Tory, and Tallulah run towards the sound. They reach the prop room, but she's nowhere to see.
"Martha!" The Doctor called her. But he catches the sewer entrance lid hasn't been put back properly. The Doctor puts his coat on.
"Where are you going?" Tallulah asked.
"They've taken her," Tory fretted.
"Who's taken her? What're you doing?"
Without answering her questions, the duo go down into the sewers.
"What're y' doin'? I said, what the hell are ya doin'?" Tallulah demanded before coming down with them, wearing a long coat.
"No, no, no, no, no way. You're not coming," the Doctor disapproved.
"Tell me what's going on," Tallulah insisted.
"Tallulah, please just go back," Tory pleaded.
"Look, whoever's taken Martha, they could've taken Laszlo, couldn't they?"
"Tallulah, you're not safe down here," the Doctor warned.
"Then that's my problem. Come on. Which way?" Tallulah asked, walks down a tunnel to the left.
The Doctor sighs, just glancing at Tory before nodding. "This way."
Tallulah comes back and follows them. "When you say, they've taken her, whose 'they' exactly?" She asked. "And who are you anyway? I never asked."
"Shush," Tory whispered.
"Okay, okay."
But this time, the Doctor insisting, "Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush."
The shadow of a Dalek is cast on the wall ahead of them.
"I mean you're handsome and all..." Before Tallulah speaks more, the Doctor puts his hand over her mouth and drags her back into a service alcove with Tory beside them, waiting. until the Dalek is safely past and away.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," he muttered, observing it. "They survived. They always survive while I lose everything."
"That metal thing?" Tallulah asked, not convinced. "What was it?"
"It's called a Dalek," Tory replied with horror and angry tone. "And it's not just metal, Tallulah. It's alive."
"You're kidding me."
"Do we look like kidding you?" The Doctor snarked back, causing Tallulah's face fall. "Inside that shell is a creature born to hate, whose only thought is to destroy everything and everyone that isn't a Dalek too. It won't stop until it's killed every human being alive."
"But if it's not a human being, that kind of implies it's from outer space," she remarked, looking at the duo, nervous. "Yet again, that's a no with the kidding. Boy. Well, what's it doing here, in New York?"
"Something's dangerous, for sure," Tory mentioned.
The Doctor grabs Tallulah's hand, dragging her away. "Every second you're down here, you're in danger. I'm taking you back right now."
Tallulah screams as they spot a pigman that tries to hide.
"Where's Martha?" The Doctor demanded as he steps closer, aiming the flashlight at the pigman. Tory and Tallulah hide at behind. "What have you done with her? What have you done with Martha?"
"I didn't take her," the pigman replied.
"Can you remember your name?"
"Don't look at me."
Tory and Tallulah slowly approachs. "Do you know where she is?" The blonde asked.
"Stay back! Don't look at me."
"What happened to you?" Tory asked.
"They made me a monster."
"Who did?" The Doctor inquired.
"The masters."
"You mean the Daleks," Tory clarified. "Why?"
"They needed slaves. They needed slaves to steal more people so they created us. Part animal, part human. I escaped before they got my mind, but it was still too late."
"Do you know what happened to Martha?"
"They took her. It's my fault. She was following me."
"Were you in the theatre?" Tallulah asked.
"I never... Yes."
"Why? Why were you there?"
"I never wanted you to see me like this."
"Why me? What I got to do with this? Were you following me? Is that why you were there?"
The pigman turns around, but due to the darkness around, Tory and Tallulah cannot see the face. "Yes."
"Who are you?" Tallulah asked.
"I was lonely."
"Who are you?"
"I needed to see you."
"Who are you?" Tallulah demanded, voices shaken.
"I'm sorry."
"No, wait." Tallulah grabs his hand. "Let me look at you." Slowly, the light illumates the pigman's face. Tory can see some of his human feature in his face. She's not sure who he is, but Tallulah reaction already gives it enough.
"Laszlo?" Tallulah asked. He nodded. "My Laszlo?" She asked again, now hearbroken. "Oh, what have they done to you?"
"I'm sorry. So sorry," he whispered.
"Laszlo, can you show me where they are?" The Doctor asked him.
"They'll kill you," Laszlo warned.
"And more people will died if we don't stop them," Tory countered. "Please."
Laszlo glances at Tory, then Tallulah, and lastly, at the Doctor. "Then follow me."
Laszlo brings the Doctor, Tory, and Tallulah to where they can see Martha and others people dragging by the pigman. The pigman look nervous.
Laszlo hides as the Doctor, Tory, and Tallulah observe.
"What the hell is that?" Martha demanded.
"You will form a line," the Dalek ordered. "Move. Move."
"Just do what it says, everyone, okay? Just obey."
"The female is wise. Obey."
A second Dalek arrives. "Report."
"These are strong specimens. They will help the Dalek cause."
Tory can heard Martha's muttering. "Dalek?"
"What is the status of the Final Experiment?"
"The Dalekanium is in place. The energy conductor is now complete."
"Then I will extract prisoners for selection."
A pigman drags an older black man forward. "Intelligence scan, initiate." The Dalek puts its sucker onto the man's face. "Reading brain waves. Low intelligence."
"You calling me stupid?" He dared.
"Silence! This one will become a pig slave. Next."
"No, let go of me. I'm not becoming one of them. No! No," he begged as he is dragged away by two pigman.
"Intelligence scan. Initiate."
"They're divided into two groups," Laszlo whispered at the Doctor, Tory, and Tallulah. "High intelligence and low intelligence. The low intelligence are taken to become pig slaves like me."
"Well, that's not fair," Tallulah disagreed.
"Shush," Tory muttered beside her.
"You're the smartest guy I ever dated."
"And the others?" The Doctor asked.
"They're taken to the laboratory," Laszlo remarked.
"Why? What for?"
"I don't know. The masters only call it the Final Experiment."
The Dalek scans Martha. "Intelligence scan, initiate. Superior intelligence. This one will become part of the Final Experiment."
"You can't just experiment on people," Martha commented. "It's insane! It's inhuman!"
"We are not human. Prisoners of high intelligence will be taken to the transgenic laboratory."
"Look out, they're moving!" The Doctor noted as he and Tory flatten themself against the wall. Laszlo takes Tallulah and heads down the tunnel.
"Doctor, Tory, quickly!" Laszlo called.
"I'm not coming. I've got an idea," he reasoned and looking at Tory. "You go."
Tory shook her head. "I can't leave you behind."
"Historian..."
"I won't leave until we save Martha."
"This isn't the time!"
"I can't lose either of you... not after Rose," Tory revealed, staring at the man. "We're stick together, no matter what."
The Doctor sighed, looked away.
"Laszlo, come on," Tallulah urged.
"Can you remember the way?" He asked her.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Then go, please."
"But Laszlo, you got to come with me."
"Where would I go? Tallulah, I'm begging you. Save yourself. Just run. Just go. Go."
Despite reluctant, Tallulah leaves. Tory, Laszlo, and the Doctor let the Daleks glide past then join with the humans following, sliding themself towards Marth while Laszlo acts like one of the guards.
"Just keep walking," Tory advised Martha from behind.
"Oh, I'm so glad to see you," Martha muttered.
"Yeah, well, you can kiss me later," the Doctor promised.
Soon, they all brough into a lab room.
"Report," the first Dalek ordered.
"Dalek Sec is in the final stage of evolution."
"Scan him. Prepare for birth."
"Evolution?" The Doctor mumbled.
"What's wrong with old Charlie boy over there?" Martha asked.
"Ask them," Tory suggested.
"What, me? Don't be daft."
"They cannot know about us, Martha. It will be extremely dangerous if they do. Just ask them what's going on."
Martha decides to take a deep breath and begin to ask them. "Daleks, I demand to be told. What is this Final Experiment? Report!"
"You will bear witness," one of them replied.
"To what?"
"This is the dawn of a new age."
"What does that mean?"
"We are the only four Daleks in existence, so the species must evolve a life outside the shell. The Children of Skaro must walk again."
Sec's shell stops smoking and the light goes out in its eye stalk. The casing opens and a biped struggles out. The casing shuts and the biped straightens.
"What is it?" Martha wondered, looking at it.
It has the one-eyed head and hands of a Dalek blob, but it's wearing Diagoras's suit. It takes a deep breath and slowly speaks with Diagoras' accent. "I am a human Dalek. I am your future."