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00:41:17
Peter Capaldi, Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman
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Cleanse the unclean! Total obliteration! Disintegrate!
The squalor and the mud and... and the awful, awful misery of it all.
How about that cuppa now, then?
Stalemate, Doctor.
Detonation sequence activated.
Call off your attack, or we will detonate the android!
Alert! Unidentified projectile approaching!
Drone, Eternal,
Cover my flank. Going in close.
Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!
Oh! (LAUGHS) Yes, I... Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear.
and the men in the trench you saw die. You feel it, because you're human.
Don't mess with me, sweetheart!
Oh, good luck, lad!
Extinction is not an option.
(Yeah, Dalek tech, but a bit slow on the uptake.)
German bomber sighted over the Channel, sir.
OK, chap, let's put London back under cover of darkness. Tally-ho!
You must be exterminate!
I weep for my country, I weep for my empire.
See, erm, my friend reckon you're dangerous.
A solution was devise.
Blueprints, statistics, field tests, photographs. He invent them!
Everything. They invade your world, remember?
The Progenitor has fulfil our new destiny.
Someone else's stolen thoughts, implant in a positronic brain.
Turn London off or I swear I will use the TARDIS self-destruct!
Until the Germans have been utterly smash?
His power is derive from an Oblivion Continuum!
Progenitor activate.
Families torn apart. Wren's churches in flame.
Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted in a positronic brain.
I've defeat you, time and time again I've defeat you.
Blimey. What do you do to the ones who mess up?
We have succeed - DNA reconstruction is complete.
Scan reveal nothing! TARDIS self-destruct device non-existent!
Owww! Sorry, Professor. You're a bomb. An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb.
That thing we have to do, gonna take half an hour, realistically, isn't it, Doctor?
theoretically it's possible that we could actually send something into space.
Until the Germans have been utterly smashed?
Precisely. They will win me the war.
Families torn apart. Wren's churches in flame.
Indeed.
1 5 minutes, yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do.
quite alone, with our backs to the wall.
Perhaps I can clarify things here. This... This is one of my Ironsides.
quite alone, with our backs to the wall.
Almost violet.
theoretically it's possible that we could actually send something into space.
Come along, Pond.
Yeah. Got that bit. Love a squaddie. What else, though?
We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up.
Yeah. Got that bit. Love a squaddie. What else, though?
- Late? - I rang you a month ago.
Your DNA is unrecognisable as Dalek.
Day after day, the Luftwaffe pound this great city like an iron fist.
Cleanse the unclean! Total obliteration! Disintegrate!
I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty "supre-eme".
being daft and fixing stuff.
If Hitler invaded hell, I would give a favourable reference to the Devil.
Time jump imminent! Prepare!
Signal from RDF, sir. Unidentified object.
GRAVELLY-VOICED NEW DALEK: Yes. You are inferior.
a captured wormhole that provides perpetual power.
- They... They died. Scarlet fever. - What was that like? How did it feel?
Gravity bubbles that can sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere!
Shields intact, pulse still active.
anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace.
The squalor and the mud and... and the awful, awful misery of it all.
She looks very upset.
- Yes. - ...the urgent thing we've got to see to.
Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor!