Adam flashes ID to get himself and Rose into the Cage, but since this is Utah, he doesn't need to mention Flydale North. Rose ignores Adam's warnings, and gets right up in the Dalek's grill: "Hello?" Silence. "Are you in pain? My name's Rose Tyler. I've got a friend, he can help. He's called the Doctor. What's your name?" She just said the magic word and she doesn't even know it. And the Dalek says, "Yes." It is in pain. "They tortured me. But still they fear me. Do you fear me?" She doesn't. It's ashamed: "I am dying." Any time Rose is nice to anybody, he or she dies horribly. "I welcome death. But I am glad that before I die...I met a human who was not afraid." Rose is overwhelmed, with sadness and pain and disgust, at what they've done. This isn't the Rose who put anything "alien" on the same ugly shelf. Guess there's a lesson here about being a bit more discerning. No blanket statements. "Isn't there anything I can do?" she asks. The Dalek plays the trump card, the one it pulled out of the deck when she mentioned the Doctor: "My race is dead. I shall die alone." And since the Doctor says this every five minutes, Rose knows what to do: reach out, tears in her eyes, and touch, remind it that it's not alone. Adam screams, too late, but something is happening. Rose's palmprint burns bright orange on its skin, she snatches away her hand, and the Dalek goes buckwild: "Genetic material extrapolated -- initiate cellular reconstruction!" Chains burst, sparks fly, Simmons shits himself. The Dalek points its sucker at him as he comes near. Simmons: "Whatcha gonna do? Sucker me to death?" Um, yes, dick. It CGIs that sucker right over his face, and his skull cracks in, as Rose and Adam get the hell out of there. The alert goes up, "Condition Red," and van Statten stares at the very sweaty, very shaky, very tired Doctor, who tells him, "Release me if you want to live."