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You're not from around these parts, are you?
I'm just rigging up a crude, little DNA scan for this beastie.
What the hell...
- Where are we going? -You have been summoned by our leader.
I never heard nobody make a sound like that.
What is this final experiment?
And here, the crowning glory of the Empire State Building,
transmitting your thoughts into the corners of my mind,
But it's true. Now promise me. Sunday, you'll come?
The Cult of Skaro was created by the Emperor for this very purpose,
You'd be scared, half mad down here on your own.
- Two minutes to curtain up, come on! - Two minutes to curtain up.
Oh, I thought we'd lost you. All right, all right, we're moving!
We hear something, someone calls out for help.
That's nearly 80 years ago.
But there are millions of humans and only four of us.
- He's the Doctor, I'm Martha. -A doctor?
Yeah, yeah!
Composite organic matter. Martha, medical opinion?
By the time we get there, they're gone. Like they vanish into thin air.
I never wanted you to see me like this.
This human is our best option. Bring him to me.
Dalek Sec is entering the final stage of evolution.
Go.
-with that hot potato in the sharp suit. -Oh, he's not... We're not together.
How many people live here?
Oh! You say the sweetest things.
I can't feel my fingers.
- What are you doing? -You're on my tail. Get off my tail!
I am your future.
Superior intelligence.
I don't exactly want to get noticed. Ask them what's going on.
Where's it coming from?
I'm telling you the men won't stand for it.
Use him. Take him for the final experiment.
Why me? What I got to do with this?
Well, we're right underneath Manhattan.