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-THE DOCTOR's confession dial. Lying next to it, incidental,

are THE DOCTOR's sunglasses.

DAVROS (cont’d)

Colony Sarff confiscated these

items on your arrival. A Time Lord

confession dial, I believe. Your

confession. Tell me. Send me to my

grave with this precious knowledge.

What is the Doctor’s confession?

THE DOCTOR:
cold now, serious. DAVROS reaches into the box.

THE DOCTOR:

Don’t you dare!

DAVROS looks to THE DOCTOR - pleased.

DAVROS:

Is it possible I have touched a

nerve?

THE DOCTOR:

Some things matter to me, Davros.

Not many things, but a few. And you

don’t put your fingers anywhere

near them.

THE DOCTOR reaches into the box, takes out his sunglasses,

pops them on. Checks out his reflection in steel wall.

THE DOCTOR (cont’d)

And they better not be scratched,

these are my best ones.

DAVROS:

Still you play the fool.

THE DOCTOR:

By now, that should make you

nervous.

DAVROS:

Of what? This is already the last

night of my life.

THE DOCTOR:

I don’t believe you.

DAVROS:

So indulge me. Confess. Why did you

really leave Gallifrey?

On THE DOCTOR's face, still staring at the reflection. But

the glasses hide his eyes ...

CUT TO:

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53 INT. DALEK CITY. CORRIDOR / INT. CLARA DALEK - NIGHT 53

DALEKS gliding to and fro

-and then, MISSY, her hands up. Walking along in front of

CLARA/DALEK.

Inside the DALEK: in the darkness, CLARA. Scared but keeping

it together.

As they walk on, Dalek eyestalks turn to follow, watching

them go.

Now, a DALEK gliding up to halt CLARA/DALEK.

DALEK:

Halt!

CLARA/DALEK comes to a halt.

DALEK (cont’d)

Report.

On MISSY, is CLARA going to keep this together?

Inside the DALEK: CLARA tenses, keeping it together. Starts

to speak

CLARA/DALEK

Humanoid intruder found on lower

levels.

DALEK:

Why has the intruder not been

exterminated?

Inside DALEK:
CLARA, what does she say??

DALEK (cont’d)

Explain! Explain!

MISSY barely manages to conceal her irritation.

MISSY:

I’m a prisoner of special

significance. Count the hearts.

The DALEK, now scanning MISSY.

DALEK:

You are a Time Lord.

MISSY:

Time Lady, thank you - some of us

can afford the upgrade. Is it the

same old Supreme Dalek these days?

I fought him once on the slopes of

the Never Vault. Tell him the b*tch

is back.

(CONTINUED)

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She gives the DALEK a saucy wink.

CUT TO:

54 INT. SICK ROOM - NIGHT 54

THE DOCTOR, glasses still on, at his most enigmatic. He’s

strolling round DAVROS's chair, forcing the old man to turn

on the spot.

THE DOCTOR:

How long has it been, you and I?

DAVROS:

Long enough. Galaxies have burned.

THE DOCTOR:

And now you ask me a personal

question?

DAVROS:

You have slaughtered billions of my

children, as I have slaughtered

billions of your race - we have

exhausted the conventional means of

communication.

THE DOCTOR:

My people are alive. They didn’t

die, I brought them back. I found a

way.

DAVROS:

... Is this true?

THE DOCTOR:

Oh, it’s true. Gallifrey is back in

the sky. I don’t know where, I may

never know. But Gallifrey is back

and it is safe. From both of us.

He’s leaning right at him now. Aggressive, triumphant, in his

face! Making a damn point.

DAVROS:

Doctor ... my most sincere

congratulations.

A moment, on THE DOCTOR. What?

THE DOCTOR:

... I’m sorry?

DAVROS:

But this is wonderful news. Beyond

all hope! Oh, I congratulate you!

And it’s almost like his voice is cracking emotion.

(CONTINUED)

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THE DOCTOR:

Why are you ... saying that?

DAVROS:

A man should have a race - a

people, an allegiance. A man should

belong. Doctor - believe me, please

-I am happy for you. So happy.

THE DOCTOR, backing away now, completely thrown.

THE DOCTOR:

... I don’t understand. Why are you

-

He breaks off. Staring at an impossible sight.

From the outer edges of DAVROS's withered eye sockets, two

faint lines of tears are trickling slowly down.

THE DOCTOR:
what? What?

DAVROS:

Come closer again. Let me see your

face.

THE DOCTOR:

You’ve seen it often enough.

DAVROS:

I have never seen your face, Doctor

-with my own eyes.

As THE DOCTOR stares ...

The glowing blue eye in DAVROS's forehead flickers into

darkness.

Then, a movement beneath those withered-shut eyelids. Two

lines of light, as those lids strain open.

And then a pair of very human, very old watery eyes are

staring out at THE DOCTOR. Frightened, timid. Ordinary. Worse

-vulnerable.

THE DOCTOR - almost wounded at the simple humanity of this.

DAVROS (cont’d)

Closer. Please.

THE DOCTOR, moving closer. This time, by instinct, he kneels

by DAVROS - in the time-honoured, visiting-elderly-relative

pose.

DAVROS (cont’d)

If you have redeemed the Time Lords

from the fire, do not lose them

again. Take the darkest path into

the deepest hell, but protect your

own - as I sought to protect mine.

(CONTINUED)

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DAVROS now fixing THE DOCTOR with such a simple, human stare.

He covers THE DOCTOR's hand, with his. A grotesque parody of

grandfatherly advice.

DAVROS (cont’d)

Did I do right, Doctor?

THE DOCTOR:
silent.

DAVROS (cont’d)

Tell me - was I right?

Still silence.

DAVROS (cont’d)

I need to know, before the end - am

I a good man?

On THE DOCTOR, as these words hit home.

THE DOCTOR:

You really are dying, aren’t you?

DAVROS:

Look at me. Did you doubt it?

THE DOCTOR:

... yes.

DAVROS:

Then we have established one thing

only.

THE DOCTOR:

What?

DAVROS:

You are not a good doctor.

A beat:
for THE DOCTOR, a hanging moment of astonishment.

What?? Did DAVROS make a joke? Involuntarily, he smiles. And

laughs.

And in a moment, the inconceivable: THE DOCTOR and DAVROS,

laughing together. More than the joke was worth - this is

about the release.

As DAVROS laughs, he starts to cough, to choke.

On THE DOCTOR, registering this: the tiniest look of

compassion.

DAVROS:
the closest he can come to a sad smile. He looks to

the window.

Over the mountains, we can just see the sky starting to

lighten.

(CONTINUED)

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DAVROS (cont’d)

A pity. I had hoped to see the sun

one last time - with the eyes of my

true self.

THE DOCTOR follows his look to the window. Sighs.

He looks to the hanging cables, of DAVROS’s life support.

Looks back to DAVROS.

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