Doctor Who Eleventh Doctor

Series 7

2012.09.01    

Matt Smith

Asylum of the Daleks

The Doctor: I got your message. Not many people can do that—send me messages.
Darla Von Karlsen (Anamaria Marinca): I have a daughter. Hannah. She’s in a Dalek prison camp. They say you can help.
The Doctor: Do they? I wish they’d stop. Hell of a chosen meeting place.
Darla: They said I’d have to intrigue you.
The Doctor: Skaro. The original planet of the Daleks. Look at the state of it. Who told you about me?
Darla: Does it matter?
The Doctor: Maybe not. But you’re very well-informed.

The Doctor: If Hannah’s in a Dalek prison camp, tell me, why aren’t you?
Darla: I escaped.
The Doctor laughing: No. Nobody escapes the Dalek camps. You’re very cold. {he feels her face}
Darla: What’s wrong?
The Doctor: It’s a trap.
Darla: What is?
The Doctor: You are. And you don’t even know it. {she partially transforms into a Dalek and shoots him}

Rory: Where are we? {he sees a Dalek fleet outside—in space} So how much trouble are we in?
The Doctor: How much trouble, Mr. Pond? Out of ten? Eleven.

Amy: Where are we? Spaceship, right?
The Doctor: Not just any spaceship. The Parliament of the Daleks. Be brave.
Amy: What do we do?
The Doctor: Make them remember you.

The Doctor: Well come on then. You’ve got me. What are you waiting for? At long last! It’s Christmas! Here I am! {he prepares to die}
Dalek: Save us. You will save us.
The Doctor: I’ll what?
Dalek: You will save the Daleks.
Dalek Parliament: Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks!
The Doctor: Well. This is new.

We have arrived.
The Doctor: Arrived where?
Prime Minister of the Daleks: Doctor.
Darla: The Prime Minister will speak with you now.
The Doctor: Do you remember who you were before they emptied you out and turned you into their puppet?
Darla: My memories are only reactivated if they are required to facilitate deep cover or disguise.
The Doctor: You had a daughter.
Darla: I know. I’ve read my file.

The Doctor: Well?
Prime Minister: What do you know of the Dalek Asylum?
The Doctor: According to legend you have a dumping ground. A planet where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong. The battle-scarred, the insane, the ones even you can’t control. Which never made any sense to me.
Prime Minister: Why not?
The Doctor: Because you’d just kill them.
Prime Minister: It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred.
The Doctor: Offensive?
Prime Minister: Does it surprise you to know that Daleks have a concept of beauty?
The Doctor: I thought you’d run out of ways to make me sick. But hello again. You think hatred is beautiful?
Prime Minister: Perhaps that is why we have never been able to kill you.

Darla: The Asylum. It occupies the entire planet. Right to the core.
The Doctor: How many Daleks are down there?
Darla: A count has not been made. Millions certainly.
The Doctor: All still alive?
Darla: It has to be assumed. The Asylum is fully-automated. Supervision is not required.
Amy: Armed?
Darla: The Daleks are always armed.
Rory: What color? {they look confused} Sorry, there weren’t any good questions left.

Prime Minister: What is the noise! Explain! Explain!
The Doctor: It’s me.
Rory: Sorry, what?
The Doctor: It’s me, playing the triangle. Okay, I got buried in the mix.

The Doctor: Carmen! Lovely show! Someone’s transmitting this. Have you considered tracking back the signal and talking to them? {silence} He asked the Daleks.

Oswin: Hello. Are you real? Are you actually properly real?
The Doctor: Yeah, confirmed. Actually properly real.
Oswin: Oswin Oswald. Junior Entertainment Manager, Starship Alaska. Current status: crashed and shipwrecked somewhere… not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing. Provisions good, but keen to move on.
The Doctor: A year? Are you okay? Are you under attack?
Oswin: Some local lifeforms. Been keeping them out.
The Doctor: Do you know what those lifeforms are?
Oswin: I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah.
The Doctor: What have you been doing on your own against the Daleks for a year?
Oswin: Making soufflés?
The Doctor: Soufflés. Against the Daleks. {he’s amused, then—} Where’d you get the milk?

Prime Minister: This conversation is irrelevant!
The Doctor: No it isn’t. Because a starliner’s crashed into your asylum and someone’s got in. And if someone can get in then everything can get out. A tsunami of insane Daleks! Even you don’t want that.
Prime Minister: The Asylum must be cleansed.
The Doctor: Then why is it still here? You’ve got enough fire power on this ship to blast it out of the sky.
Darla: The Asylum force field is impenetrable.
The Doctor: Turn it off.
Darla: It can only be turned off from within the Asylum.
The Doctor: A small taskforce could sneak through a force field Send in a couple of Daleks. {realizing} Oh. Ah, that’s good. That’s brilliant. You’re all too scared to go down there. Not one of you will go. So tell me, what do the Daleks do when they’re too scared?
Dalek: The predator of the Daleks will be deployed.
The Doctor: You don’t have a predator and even if you did, why would they turn off a force field for you?
Prime Minister: Because you will have no other means of escape.
Darla: May I clarify? The Predator is the Dalek’s word for you.
The Doctor: Me? Me!

Darla: You will need this. It will protect you from the nanocloud.
The Doctor: The what? The nanowhat?
Darla: The gravity beam will convey you close to the source of the transmission. You must find a way to deactivate the force field from there.
The Doctor: You’re going to fire me at a planet? That’s your plan? I get fired at a planet and expected to fix it?
Rory: In fairness that is slightly your M.O.
The Doctor: Don’t be fair to the Daleks when they’re firing me at a planet!

The Doctor: What do you want with them?
Dalek: It is known the Doctor requires companions.
Rory: Oh, brilliant. Good-o!
The Doctor: Don’t worry. We’ll get through this, I promise. Don’t be scared.
Amy: Scared? Who’s scared? Geronimo.

Oswin turning off Carmen: Sorry! Sorry! Pressed the wrong switch.
The Doctor: Soufflé Girl?
Oswin: You could always call me Oswin. Seeing as that’s my name. You okay?
The Doctor: How’re you doing in there, eh? {he taps the periscope} This is Dalek technology.
Oswin: Well it’s very easy to hack.
The Doctor: No it isn’t! Where are you?
Oswin: Ship broke up when it hit. I’m somewhere underground I think. You coming to get me?

Harvey (David Gyasi): We came down two days ago. There’s twelve other escape pods. I don’t know what happened to them.
Amy: Alaska. That’s the same ship as Soufflé Girl.
The Doctor: Yeah. Except she’s been here a year.

The Doctor about the Alaska crew: They’re dead. All of them.
Harvey: That’s not possible. I just spoke to them. Two hours ago we were doing engine repairs.
The Doctor: Sure about that, are you? ‘Cause I’d say they’ve all been dead for a very long time.
Harvey: But they can’t have been.
Amy: Well they didn’t get in this state in two hours.
Harvey: Of course. Stupid me.
Amy: Of course what?
Harvey: I died outside and the cold preserved my body. I forgot about dying. {he turns into a Dalek}

Amy: Explain! That’s what you’re good at. How’d he get all Dalek’ed
The Doctor: Because he wasn’t wearing one of these. Oh ho ho. That’s clever! The nanocloud. Microorganisms that automatically process any organic matter—living or dead—into a Dalek puppet. Anything attacks this place it automatically becomes a part of the onsite security.
Amy: Living or dead?
The Doctor: These wristbands protect us. The only thing stopping us going exactly the way he did—
Amy: Doctor, shut up! Living or dead?
The Doctor: Yes exactly, living or— {the skeletons become Dalek} Oh dear.

Amy: Is it bad that I’ve really missed this?
The Doctor: Yes.
Amy: Good.
The Doctor: I know.

Oswin: Unauthorized personnel may not enter the cockpit.
The Doctor: Shut up.
Oswin: Oh! Mr. Grumpy. Bad combo. No sense of humor and that chin.
Amy: Is that her again, Soufflé Girl?
The Doctor: Yeah. She— Oy! What is wrong with my chin?
Oswin: Careful dear. You’ll put someone’s eye out.

The Doctor: How can you hack into everything? It should be impossible. You’re in a crashed ship!
Oswin: Long story. Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy?
The Doctor: Doctor. You call me the Doctor.
Oswin: See what you did there.

The Doctor: Speaking of Rory, is there anything that you want to tell me?
Amy: Are we going to do this now?
The Doctor: Well what happened?
Amy: Oh, stuff! We split up, what can you do.
The Doctor: What can I do?
Amy: Nothing. It’s not one of those things you can fix like you fix your bow tie. Don’t give me those big wet eyes, Raggedy Man. It’s life. Just life, that’s thing that goes on when you’re not there.

The Doctor: ‘Allo ‘allo allo! What are they up to?
Amy: What’s that?
The Doctor: One of these. {indicates the nanocloud thingy} Where did they get it?
Amy: Doctor. They got it from me.
The Doctor: Oh Amy.
Amy: Doctor, what’s going to happen to me, seriously? Tell me, what?

Amy: So tell me, what’s going to happen to me? And don’t lie to me, because I know when you’re lying to me and I’ll definitely fall on you.
The Doctor: The air all around is full of micromachines. Robots the size of molecules. Nanogenes. Now that you’re unprotected you’re being rewritten.
Amy: So what happens, I get one of those things sticking out of my head?
The Doctor: Physical changes come later.
Amy: Well what comes first? How does it start?
The Doctor: With your mind. Your feelings, your memories, and I’m sorry but it’s started already.
Amy: How do you know?
The Doctor: Because we’ve had this conversation four times.
Amy: Okay, scared now.
The Doctor: Hang on to scared. Scared isn’t Dalek.

The Doctor: Oswin, can you hear me?
Oswin: Hello, the Chin! I have a visual on you.
The Doctor: Why don’t I have a visual on you? Why can’t I ever see you?
Oswin: Limited power, bad hair—take your pick.

The Doctor: Identify me. Access your files. Who am I? Come on, who’s your daddy.
Dalek: You are the Predator.
The Doctor: Access your standing orders concerning the Predator.
Dalek: The Predator must be destroyed.
The Doctor: And how are you going to do that, Dalek? Without your gun you’re a tricycle with a roof. How are you going to destroy me.
Dalek: Self destruct initiated.
Amy: What’s it doing?
The Doctor: It’s going to blow its up. And I with it. Only weapon it’s got left.
Dalek: Self destruct cannot be countermanded!
The Doctor: I’m not looking for a countermand, dear. I’m looking for reverse.

Rory: Who killed all the Daleks?
The Doctor: Who do you think?

Rory: Will sleeping help her? Will it slow down the process?
Oswin: Better hope so. Because pretty soon she’s going to try and kill you.
The Doctor: Amy! Still with us?
Rory: Amy, it’s me. Do you remember me? {she slaps him} She remembers me.
The Doctor: Same old Amy.
Oswin: Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek? Subtract love, add anger. Doesn’t she seem a bit too angry to you?
Amy: Well. Somebody’s never been to Scotland.

The Doctor: What about you though, Oswin? How come you’re okay? Why hasn’t the nanocloud converted you?
Oswin: I mentioned the genius thing, yeah? Shielded in here.
The Doctor: Clever of you. Now, this place. The Daleks said it was fully-automated. But look at it in here. It’s a wreck.
Oswin: Well I’ve had nearly a year to mess with them and… {looks around} not a lot else to do.
The Doctor: A junior entertainment manager hiding out in a wrecked ship, hacking the security systems of the most advanced warrior race the universe has ever seen. But you know what really gets me about you, Oswin. The soufflés.
Amy: The soufflés?
The Doctor: Where do you get the milk for the soufflés? Seriously, is no one else wondering about that?
Rory: No! Frankly, no. Twice.

Oswin: So. Doctor. I’ve been looking you up. You’re all over the database. Why do the Daleks call you “the Predator”.
The Doctor: I’m not a predator. I’m just a man with a plan.
Oswin: You’ve got a plan?
Rory: We’re all ears.
Amy: There’s a nose joke going if someone wants to pick that one off.
The Doctor: In no particular order, we ned to neutralize all the Daleks in this Asylum, rescue Oswin from the wreckage, escape from this planet, and fix Amy and Rory’s marriage.
Amy: Okay, I’m counting three lost causes. Anyone else?

Rory: But you said when the force field is down the Daleks will blow us up.
The Doctor: We’ll have to be quick, yes.
Amy: Fine, we’ll be quick. But where do we beam to?
The Doctor: The only place within range. The Dalek ship.
Amy: Then they’d exterminate us on the spot.
Rory: Oh, so this is the kind of escape plan where you survive about four seconds longer.
The Doctor: What’s wrong with four seconds? You can do loads in four seconds.

The Doctor: Oswin, how soon can you drop the force field?
Oswin: I can do it from here. As soon as you come get me.
The Doctor: No, just drop the force field and come to us.
Oswin: There’s enough power in that teleport for one go. Why would you wait for me?
The Doctor: Why wouldn’t I?
Oswin: No idea. Never met you. Sending you a map so you can come get me.
Rory: This place is crawling with Daleks.
Oswin: Yeah. Kind of why I’m anxious to leave. Come up and see me sometime.

Rory: So. Are we going to go get her?
The Doctor: I don’t think that we have a choice.

The Doctor: Okay, as soon as the force field is down the Daleks will attack. If it gets too explode-y wode-y in here, you go without me, okay?
Rory: And leave you to die?
The Doctor: Oh, don’t worry about me. You’re the one beaming up to a Dalek ship to get exterminated.
Rory: Fair point. Love this plan!

The Doctor: Oswin. I think I’m close.
Oswin: You are. Less than twenty feet away. Which is the good news.
The Doctor: Okay. And the bad, which I suddenly feel is coming.
Oswin: You’re about to pass through intensive care.

The Doctor: What’s so special about this lot then?
Oswin: Don’t know. Survivors of particular wars. Spiridon [Gamble]. [Iridius] Vulcan. Exxilon. Ringing any bells?
The Doctor: All of them.
Oswin: Yeah? How.
The Doctor: These are the Daleks who survived me.

Oswin: Tell me I’m cool, Chin Boy.
The Doctor: What did you do?
Oswin: Hang on, I think I found the door thingie.
The Doctor: No, tell me what you did.
Oswin: The Daleks, they have a hive mind. Well they don’t, but they have a sort of telepathic web.
The Doctor: The pathweb, yes.
Oswin: I hacked into it. Did a master delete on all the information connected with the Doctor.
The Doctor: But you made them forget me.
Oswin: Good, huh? And here comes the door.
The Doctor: I tried hacking into the pathweb. Even I couldn’t do it.
Oswin: Come meet the girl who can.

The Doctor: Oswin. We have a problem.
Oswin: No we don’t. Don’t even say that. Joined the Alaska to see the universe, ended up stuck in a ship-wreck first time out. Rescue me, Chin Boy, and show me the stars.
The Doctor: Does it look real to you?
Oswin: Does what look real?
The Doctor: Where you are right now. Does it seem real?
Oswin: It is real.
The Doctor: It’s a dream, Oswin. You dreamed it for yourself because the truth was too terrible.
Oswin: Where am I?
The Doctor: Because you are a Dalek.
Oswin: I am not a Dalek! I am not a Dalek! I’m human.
The Doctor: You were human when you crashed here. It was you who climbed out of the pod. That was your ladder.
Oswin: I’m human.
The Doctor: Not anymore. Because you’re right. You’re a genius. And the Daleks need genius. They didn’t just make you a puppet. They did a full conversion.

The Doctor: Oswin, I am so sorry. But you are a Dalek. The milk, Oswin. The milk and the eggs for the soufflé. Where—where—did it all come from?
Oswin: Eggs…
The Doctor: It wasn’t real. It was never real.
Oswin: Eggs… ter… min… ate. Exterminate…

Oswin: Why do they hate you so much? They hate you so much. Why?
The Doctor: I fought them many, many times.
Oswin: We have grown stronger in fear of you.
The Doctor: I know. I tried to stop.
Oswin: Then run.
The Doctor: What did you say?
Oswin: I’m taking down the force field The Daleks above have begun their attack. Run!
The Doctor: Oswin, are you—
Oswin: I am Oswin Oswald. I fought the Daleks and I am human. Remember me.
The Doctor: Thank you.
Oswin: Run! {to herself} Run, you clever boy. And remember.

Dalek: The Asylum is destroyed!
Dalek: Incoming teleport from Asylum planet. we are under attack!
Dalek: Prepare to defend! Defend!
Dalek: Explain, Dalek Supreme.
The Doctor: You know, you guys should really have seen this coming. The thing about me and teleports, I’ve got a really good aim. Pinpoint accurate, in fact. Or, to put it another way: suckers!

Dalek: Identify yourself!
Daleks: Identify!
The Doctor: Well it’s me. You know me. The Doctor. The Oncoming Storm. The Predator.
Darla: Titles are not meaningful in this context. Doctor who?
Dalek: Doctor who?
The Doctor: Oh, Oswin. Oh, you did it to them all. You beauty.
Dalek: Doctor who! Doctor who!
The Doctor: Fellas, you’re never gonna stop asking.

The Doctor: Doctor who. Doctor who! Doc-tor Who!

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Dinosaurs on a Spaceship

Egypt 1334 B.C.

The Doctor: Bye then. Lovely meeting you. Sorry about the mess!
Queen Nefertiti (Riann Steele): You think I’ll just let you leave without me, huh? After what we have just been through.
The Doctor: You’ve got the Egyptian people to rule, Queen Nefertiti. They’ll need reassuring after that weapon-bearing giant alien locust attack we just stopped rather brilliantly. {his pocket honks} Oh dear! Sorry. {pulls out the psychic paper} I’ve got it set to temporal news feed… oh, that’s interesting.
Nefertiti: What is?
The Doctor: Nothing. Nothing interesting. Not at— Oh hoo! Never been there, excited!

2367 A.D.

Indira (Sunetra Sarker): Craft size approximately ten million square kilometers.
The Doctor: A ship the size of Canada coming at Earth very fast. Any signs of life?
Indira: We sent up a drone craft, it took these readings.
The Doctor: Crikey, Charlie. Look at that! Oh, I know somebody who’d love a look at that. And the Ponds! Mustn’t forget the Ponds, Nefi. Haven’t seen them in ages. I’m riffing. People usually stop me when I’m riffing. Or carry on without me, that’s also an option.
Nefertiti: Can you communicate with this craft?
The Doctor: She’s with me. Good question, Nefi.
Indira: No. No response on any channel in any recognized language. If it comes within ten thousand kilometers of Earth, we send up missiles.
The Doctor: Oh, Indira. I liked you before you said missiles. How long ’til the ship gets that close?
Indira: Six hours, nineteen minutes.
The Doctor: Right. Better get a shift on then. Leave it with us. Come on then, Nefi. We’re gonna need help.

African Plains 1902 A.D.

The Doctor: More stew?
Riddell (Rupert Graves): Where have you been, man? Seven months! You said you were popping out for some licorice. I had two very disappointed dancers on my hands. Not that I couldn’t manage.
The Doctor: Riddell, listen. I found, well… something.
Riddell: No no no no no no. I shan’t fall for that again. {the Doctor just waits} What is it?
The Doctor: I have no idea. Do you want to find out?

Amy, Rory, Brian, the bulb and the ladder find themselves inside the TARDIS
The Doctor: Hello. You weren’t busy, were you? Well even if you were it wasn’t as interesting as this… probably is. Didn’t want you to miss it. Now. Just a quick hop. Everybody grab a torch.

The Doctor: Spiders. We don’t normally get spiders in space.
Brian walking out: What the—
The Doctor: Don’t move! Do you really think I’m the stupid, I wouldn’t notice. How did you get aboard, hey? Transmat? Who sent you?
Rory: Doctor. That’s my dad.
The Doctor: Well frankly that’s outrageous.
Rory: What?
The Doctor: You think you can just bring your dad along without asking? I’m not a taxi service, you know.
Rory: You materialized around us!
The Doctor: Oh! Well that’s fine then. My mistake. Hello Brian! How are you? Nice to meet you? Welcome. Welcome. This is the gang. I’ve got a gang. Yes! Come on then, everyone!

Amy: Alright. Where are we, what is that noise and—hello!—ten months?
The Doctor: Orbiting Earth. Well… I say orbiting. More like pre-crashing. On a spaceship. Don’t know. And hello, Pond! Ten months. Time flies. Never really understood that phrase. {introducing the gang} This is Nefi, this is Riddell. They’re with me.
Amy: With you? They’re with you? Are they the new us? Is that why we haven’t seen you?
The Doctor: No, they’re just people. They’re not Ponds. I thought we might need a gang. Never really had a gang before. It’s new.

An elevator appears to be approaching their level
The Doctor: It’s coming down.
Riddell: What is it?
The Doctor: No idea.
The doors open and dinosaurs come out
Brian: Not possible.
The Doctor: Run.
Amy: Doctor!
The Doctor: I know. Dinosaurs. On a spaceship!

Rory: Okay. So. How? And whose ship?
The Doctor: Well there’s so much to discover. Think how much wiser we’ll be by the end of all this.
Brian: Sorry. Sorry. Are you saying dinosaurs are flying a spaceship?
The Doctor: Brian. Please. That would be ridiculous. They’re probably just passengers. Did I mention missiles?
Brian: Missiles!
The Doctor: Didn’t want to worry you. Anyway, six hours is a lifetime. Not literally a lifetime. That’s what we’re trying to avoid. And we’re really clever. Oo! Let’s see what we can find out.

Brian: We’re outside we’re on a beach.
The Doctor: Teleports! Oh, I hate teleports! Must have activated on my voice.
Brian: Ah. Yes. Well. Thank you, Arthur C. Clarke. Teleport. Obviously. I mean, we’re on a spaceship with dinosaurs. Why wouldn’t there be a teleport. In fact, why don’t we just teleport now! {he stomps off}
The Doctor: Is he alright?
Rory: No, he hates travelling. Makes him really anxious. He only goes to the paper shop and golf.
The Doctor: What did you bring him for?
Rory: I didn’t! Why can’t you just phone ahead like any normal person?

Brian: Somebody tell me where we are. Now.
The Doctor checking with his tongue: Well it’s on Earth. Doesn’t taste right. Too metallic.
Brian: Is that a kestrel?
The Doctor: I do hope so.
Rory: The beach is humming.
The Doctor: Is it! Oh yes. Well don’t just stand there, you two. Dig! I’m going to look at rocks. Love a rock.

Rory: Dad, I’m thirty-one. I don’t have a Christmas list anymore.
The Doctor in the distance: I do!

The Doctor: See! Metal floors! Screens in rocks. It was just a short range teleport. We’re still in the ship.
Brian: No. We’re outside on a beach.
Rory: No, it’s part of the ship, Dad.
Brian: Don’t be ridiculous.
The Doctor: Well it is quite ridiculous. Also brilliant. That’s why the system teleported us here. I wanted the engines. This is the engine room! Hydro-generators!
Brian: I have literally no idea what he’s saying.
Rory: A spaceship powered by waves.
The Doctor: Fabulously impossible. Oh, think of the things we could learn from this ship if we manage to stop it being blown to pieces.
Rory: Plus not dying.
The Doctor: Bad news is, can’t shut the wave system down in time. Takes… {he finally notices the screeching} Takes way too long.
Rory: Well if these are the engines there must be a control room.
The Doctor: Exactly. That’s what we need to find. Now, what do we do about the things that aren’t kestrels?
Brian: Oh my lord. Are those pterodactyls?
The Doctor: Yes. On any other occasion I’d be thrilled. Exposed on a beach? Less than thrilled. We should be going.
Rory: Where?
The Doctor: Ah, definitely away from them.
Rory: That’s the plan?
The Doctor: That’s the plan. Amendments welcome. Move away from the pterodactyls.
Rory: I think they might be noticing.
The Doctor: Amendment passed. Run!
Brian: Can’t we just teleport or something.
The Doctor: No! Local teleports burned out on arrival.

Rory: What do we do now? There’s no way back out there.
The Doctor: Through the cave. Come on. {he hears big footsteps} That suggestion was a work in progress.
Brian: We’re trapped.
The Doctor: Yes. Thanks for spelling it out.
Rory: Doctor, whatever’s down there is coming this way.
The Doctor: Spelling it out is hereditary. Wonderful.
Brian: That sound’s getting nearer.

Robot 1: You’re going straight on the naughty step!
Brian: What’s the escape plan?
The Doctor: Why do we want to escape?
Brian: They have us hostage.
Rory: They’re taking us somewhere. We might learn from it.
The Doctor: Ah… you see, so clever! I’ve missed you, Rory. {he tugs his ear}
Rory: Don’t do that.
Brian: What if they kill us?
The Doctor: They wouldn’t do that! {he turns to the robots} You’re not gonna kill us, are you Rusty?
Robot 2: Who are you calling Rusty?
The Doctor: Have you seen yourselves lately?
Robot 2: You try being on this ship for two millennia, see how your paintwork does!
Robot 1: Don’t listen to him. He’s just being mean ’cause we captured him.

The Doctor: Oo! Herbivore, Brian. Don’t panic. Triceratops! Ha! It’s beautiful.

The Doctor: Rawr yourself! Hello, cutie pie. Who’s a lovely tricey then, eh? {he pets its head} Yes you are. Yes you are!
Brian: What do I do? What do I do? What’s it doing?
The Doctor: You don’t have any vegetable matter in your trousers, do you, Brian?
Brian: Only my balls.
The Doctor: I’m sorry?
Brian: Golf balls. Grassy residue.
Rory: What are you carrying those around for?
{The triceratops licks Brian’s face}
The Doctor: Oh, bless.
Brian: Get it away from me.
The Doctor: Throw one.
Brian: Really? {to the animal} Is this what you want? Is it? {the triceratops runs after it}
The Doctor: And breathe out.

The Doctor: Right. Take us to your leader.
Rory: Really?
The Doctor: Too good to resist.

The Doctor: Love what you’ve done with the place down here.
Solomon: Let him in. Open the gate.

The Doctor: Fantasia in F minor for four hands.
Solomon (David Bradley): You know it.
The Doctor: Know it? Say hello to hands three and four. Schubert kept tickling me to try and put me off. “Franz the Hands.” Oh that takes me back. Well. This is… cozy.
Solomon: It’s fate you came.
The Doctor: Is it? I’m the Doctor.
Solomon: Yes, I know. I’m Solomon.
The Doctor: What’s that?
Solomon: System malfunction. Ignore it.
The Doctor: What happened to you?
Solomon: I was attacked. Three raptors. They cornered me. The robots rescued me but it was nearly too late.
The Doctor: Ah yes. The robots. They’re… unusual.
Solomon: I got them cheap. From a concession on Aluria 7. The robots did as best they could with my legs but… you can help me so much more.
The Doctor: Oh. A doctor doctor. I see. Let’s have a look.
Solomon: They chewed through a part of the bone in my legs.
The Doctor: Yes. Very nasty.
Solomon: But you can repair them.
The Doctor: If you tell me how you came by so many dinosaurs.
Solomon to the robots: Injure the older one.
The Doctor: What?
{Brian is shot by one of the robots}

Rory: It’s alright, Dad. It’s okay. It’s okay.
The Doctor: I don’t respond well to violence, Solomon.
Solomon: And I don’t like questions, Doctor. You boarded without my permission. Now, fix me or the next bolt will be fatal.

Solomon: How did you get on board, Doctor?
The Doctor: Oh, I never talk about myself with a gun pointed at me. Let’s talk about you. Your cozy little craft embedded in a vast old ship.
Solomon: You’re very observant.
The Doctor: I’m a Sagittarius. Probably.
Solomon: I’m transporting it to the Roxbourne Peninsula.
The Doctor: Commerce colony? You’re a trader.
Solomon: I search out opportunities for profit across the nine galaxies.
The Doctor: Ah, the purple light. That’s what it was. An IV system, identifying value. The database of everything across space and time, allocated a market value. Argos for the Universe. You were trying to find out how much I’m worth.
Solomon: Would you like to know? {they wait until: no identification found} You don’t exist. It’s never done that.
The Doctor: That’s me. Worthless. Unlike these creatures you have on board. Very valuable. Given they’re extinct.

The Doctor: Be ready.

Solomon: The pain in my legs is gone. I can move them. Thank you, Doctor.
The Doctor: What did you do to the Silurians?
Solomon: We ejected them. The robots woke them from cryo-sleep a handful at a time and jettisoned them from the airlocks. We must have left a trail of dust and bone.
The Doctor: Because you wanted the dinosaurs.
Solomon: Their ship crossed my path. I sent out a distress signal, they let me board. But when I saw the cargo, things became more complex.
The Doctor: Piracy then genocide.
Solomon: Very emotive words, Doctor.
The Doctor: Oh, I’m a very emotive man.
Solomon: The lizards wouldn’t negotiate. I made them a generous offer.
The Doctor: The creatures on board this ship are not objects to be sold or traded.
Solomon: I feel like you’re judging me.
The Doctor: You said Roxbourne Peninsula, so why are you heading to Earth? You’re on the wrong course. {realizing} Oh. You don’t know how. Ha. Brilliant. You couldn’t changed the preprogrammed course. Without instructions the ship defaulted, returned home. Oh dear. The Silurians outwitted you even after you’d massacred them, so now you’re a prisoner on the ship you hijacked.
Solomon: Not now you’re here. You’re going to help me to wherever I want to go, Doctor.
The Doctor: Little bit of news, Solomon. You’re being targeted by missiles. Get off this ship. While you still can.
Solomon: You think I believe that? You just want them for yourself. You won’t profit from me, Doctor.
The Doctor: Don’t ever judge me by your standards.

The Doctor: Well don’t just stand there, Rory. {to the robots} Hey! He wants to see you.
Rory: Dad, up!
What are we doing?
The Doctor: Just do exactly as I do!
Rory: Doctor, no!
The Doctor: Geronimo!

The Doctor: Go Tricey! Run like the wind! {nothing} How do you start a triceratops?
Brian: Tricey, fetch!

Indira: Doctor, the ship’s coming through the atmosphere. I have to start the missile program.
The Doctor: No. No no no. Don’t do that! Everything’s completely under control here. Turning around any moment. Need a bit of wiggle room on the timings.
Indira: I can’t do that.
The Doctor: You can. Of course you can. Tiny bit more time. Indira, please, this ship contains the most precious cargo.
Indira: My only responsibility is the Earth’s safety. I’m launching the missiles. Goodbye, Doctor.

Rory: So what? We’re just giving up?
The Doctor: I don’t know. I don’t know.
Solomon: You were telling the truth, Doctor. Earth has launched missiles. This vessel is too clumsy to outrun them but I have my own ship.
The Doctor: You won’t get your precious cargo on board though. It’ll just be you and your metal tantrum machines.

Solomon: You’re right, Doctor. I can’t keep the dinosaurs and live myself. But I had the IV system scan the entire ship. And it found something more valuable. Utterly unique. I don’t know where you found it or how you got it here, but I want it.
The Doctor: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Solomon: Earth Queen Nefertiti of Egypt. The face stamped across history. Give her to me, and I’ll let the rest of you live.
The Doctor: No.
Solomon: You think I won’t punish those who get in my way, whatever they’re worth?

The Doctor: You must be very proud.
Solomon: Bring her to me or the robots will make their way through your corpses. Bring her now!
The Doctor: No.

The Doctor: What are you doing?
Nefertiti: I demanded to be brought here.
The Doctor: No. No no no no. No way.
Nefertiti: It isn’t your choice, Doctor. It’s mine.
The Doctor: Listen to me, if you go with him I can’t guarantee your safety.
Nefertiti: You saved my people, I am in your debt.
The Doctor: No. No debts. You don’t owe me anything.
Nefertiti: Then I do it of my own will.

The Doctor: Okay. Control deck.
Rory: So, what’s the plan?
The Doctor: Come on. The missiles are locked onto us, we can’t outrun them. We have to save the dinosaurs and get Nefertiti back from Solomon. Isn’t it obvious?
Rory: Ah, it’s sort of the opposite of obvious.
The Doctor: Seventeen minutes before the missiles hit. We need to turn this ship around.
Rory: But you said it was too late, there wasn’t any time.
The Doctor: Ah, yes. But I didn’t have this plan then, did I? Riddell! Keep an eye out for dinosaurs.
Rory: I was rather hoping you’d say that.
The Doctor: And no killing any. Rory, Brian, get rid of the cobwebs.

The Doctor: No, don’t be like that. Really unhelpful.
Amy: What’s the matter?
The Doctor: Parallel pilot compartments. Bio-configured. Needs two operators of the same gene chain. That’s why Solomon couldn’t change the ship’s course and neither can we. {Brian raises his hand} What?
Brian: We can. Me and Rory, we must be the same gene thingy you just said.
The Doctor: Brian Pond, you are delicious.
Brian: I’m not a Pond.
The Doctor: Of course you are.

The Doctor: The ship does all the engineering. The control’s are straightforward. Even a monkey could use them. Oh look, they’re going to. {no reaction} Guys, come on. Comedy gold. Where’s a Silurian audience when you need one?

The Doctor: Steer away from the Earth. Try not to bump into the moon otherwise the races that live there will be livid.
Brian: What?

The Doctor: Right. Phase Two is sorted. Now for Phase One.
Amy: No no no, Phase Two comes after Phase One.
The Doctor: Humans, you’re so linear. Shine a torch in here.
Amy: What are you doing?
The Doctor: Mixing my messages.

The Doctor: How’s the job?
Amy: We’re about to be hit by missiles and you’re asking me that?
The Doctor: I work best when I’m multi-tasking. Keep talking. How’s the job?
Amy: I gave it up.
The Doctor: You gave the last one up.
Amy: Yeah well I can’t settle. Every minute I’m listening out for that stupid TARDIS sound.
The Doctor: Right, so it’s my fault now is it?
Amy: I can’t not wait for you, even now. And they’re getting longer you know. The gaps between your visits.
The Doctor: Are they?
Amy: I think you’re weaning us off you.
The Doctor: I’m not, I promise. Really promise. The others, they’re not you. But you and Rory, you have lives—each other. It was what we agreed.
Amy: I know. I just worry there’ll come a time when you never turn up. That something will have happened to you and I’ll still be waiting, never knowing.
The Doctor: No. Come on, Pond. You’ll be there ’til the end of me.
Amy: Or vice versa.

The Doctor: Don’t mess with Egyptian queens, Solomon. I hope you’ve learned that now.

Solomon: What are you doing?
The Doctor: Disabling this ship’s signal and replacing it with the one from the Silurian ship. I send this craft off emitting the signal they’re looking for, the missiles will follow. Hopefully Silurian ship safe, dinosaurs safe, everybody safe. Bit tight for time though. Shouldn’t really be chatting. Nefi, let’s go.

Solomon: Whatever you want I can get it for you. Whatever object you desire.
The Doctor: Did the Silurians beg you to stop? Look Solomon. The missiles. See them shine, see how valuable they are? And they’re all yours.
Solomon: You wouldn’t leave me, Doctor.
The Doctor: Enjoy your bounty.
Solomon: Doctor!

The Doctor: So. Dinosaur drop off time.
Rory: Actually we think home for us.
The Doctor: Oh. Fine. Of course!
Amy: Not forever, just a couple months.
The Doctor: Right, yes. I’m pretty busy anyway. I mean I’ve got to drop everyone back.
Brian: About that. Can I ask a favor? There’s something I want to see.

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A Town Called Mercy

The Doctor: Mercy. 81 residents.
Amy: Look at this. It’s a load of stone and lumps of wood. {The Doctor scans it} What is it?
The Doctor: A load of stone and lumps of wood.

Rory: Ah, the sign does say “Keep Out.”
The Doctor: I see keep out signs as suggestions more than actual orders. Like “dry clean only.”

The Doctor: That’s not right.
Rory: It’s a street lamp.
The Doctor: An electric about ten years too early.
Rory: That’s only a few years out.
The Doctor: That’s what you said when you left your phone charger in Henry VIII’s own suite.
Amy: Um, Doctor—
The Doctor tickled: Anachronistic electricity. Keep Out signs. Aggressive stares. Has someone been peeking at my Christmas list?

The Doctor: Tea. But the strong stuff. Leave the bag in.
Sadie (Joanne McQuinn): Whatcha doin’ here, son?
The Doctor: “Son”? Ha! You can stay.

The Preacher (Byrd Wilkins): Sir, might I inquire who you is?
The Doctor: Of course, I’m the Doctor. This is— {everyone stands} No need to stand. {to Rory and Amy} You see that? Manners. {the undertaker starts measuring him} Oh! Thank you. But I don’t need a new suit.
Undertaker: I’m the undertaker, sir.

Abraham (Garrick Hagon): I got a question. Is you an alien?
The Doctor: Well, um. Bit personal. It’s all relative, isn’t it? I mean, I think you’re the aliens. But in this context, yes. Yes, I suppose I am.

The Doctor: What was that outside?
Isaac: The Gunslinger. Showed up three weeks back. We’ve been prisoners ever since. See that borderline stretchin’ ’round the town? Woke up one morning, there it was. Nothing gets past it in or out. No supply wagons, no reinforcements. Pretty soon the whole town’s gonna starve to death.
Rory: But, you let us in.
Isaac: You ain’t carryin’ any food. Just more mouths to feed. We’ll all die even sooner now.
The Doctor: What happens if someone crosses the line? {Isaac tosses him a hat} Ah. Well. He wasn’t a very good shot then.
Isaac: He was aiming for the hat.
The Doctor: He shoots people’s hats?
Amy: I think it was a warning shot.
The Doctor: Ah. No. Yes. I see. Hm.

The Doctor: Anyway, I think it’s about time I met him, don’t you?
Isaac: Who?
The Doctor: The chap outside said I could be the alien doctor, but you said I wasn’t. So you already know who it is. Two alien doctors! We’re like buses. Resident 81, I presume. So beloved by the townsfolk he warranted an alteration to the sign. Probably because he rigged up these electrics. And I’m guessing he’s in here, because if half the town suddenly wanted to throw me to my death, this is where I’d want to be.
Isaac: I don’t know what you—
Kahler-Jex (Adrian Scarborough): It’s alright, Isaac. I think the time for subterfuge has passed. Good afternoon. My name is Kahler-Jex. I’m the doctor.

The Doctor: The Kahler! I love the Kahler! They’re one of the most ingenious races in the galaxy. Seriously, they could build a spaceship out of Tupperware and moss.

The Doctor: So why does the Gunslinger want you?
Isaac: It don’t matter.
The Doctor: I’m just saying, if we knew that—
Isaac: America’s the land of second chances. We called this town Mercy for a reason. Although there’s some around here don’t feel that way.

The Doctor: We evacuate the town. Our ship’s just over the hills. Room for everyone. I’ll pop out, bring it back here. Robert’s your uncle!
Amy: Really? Simple as that? No crazy schemes, no negotiations?
The Doctor: I’ve matured. I’m twelve hundred years old now. Plus I don’t want to miss The Archers.
Amy: Oh. So you’re not even a tiny bit curious?
The Doctor: Why would I be curious? It’s a mysterious space cowboy assassin. Curious, of course i’m not curious.

Isaac: Son, you still gotta get past The Gunslinger. How you gonna do that?
The Doctor: With a little sleight-of-hand.

The Doctor: Can I borrow your horse please? It’s official marshall business.
The Preacher: He’s called Joshua. It’s from the Bible. It means “the Deliverer.”
The Doctor: No he isn’t.
The Preacher: What?
The Doctor: I speak horse. He’s called Susan. And he wants you to respect his life choices.

The Doctor: Two ticks. There’s something niggling me. {Susan whinnies} Yes, yes it could be important. Oy! Don’t swear!

The Doctor: Yes. I wear a stetson now. {surveying the ship} Yes, good point Susan! Where is the damage?

The Doctor: This is an awful lot of security for a tetchy spacecraft.

The Doctor: I know who you are. And who Jex is too. Now, what I don’t understand is why you haven’t just walked into town and killed him.
The Gunslinger: People will get in the way.
The Doctor: Look, you want justice, you deserve justice. But this isn’t the way. We can put him on trial, we can—
The Gunslinger: When he starts killing your people, you can use your justice.

Kahler-Jex: It was stupid of me. I realize that now. I just thought I’d put you all in enough danger. Perhaps if I left.
The Doctor: He’s lying. Every word. Everything he says. It’s all lies. This man is a murderer.
Kahler-Jex: I am a scientist!
The Doctor: Sit down. Sit down! Tell them what you are.
Kahler-Jex: What am I? A war hero.

Isaac: Okay, somebody want to tell me what is going on?
The Doctor: The Gunslinger is a cyborg.
Isaac: A what?
The Doctor: Half-man, half-machine. A weapon. Jex built it. He and his team took volunteers, told them they’d been selected for special training, then experimented on them. Fused their bodies with weaponry and programmed them to kill.
Isaac: Okay. Why? Why would you do that, Doc?
Kahler-Jex: We’d been at war for nine years. A war that had already decimated half of our planet. Our task was to bring peace. And we did. We built an army that routed the enemy and ended the war in less than a week. Do you want me to repent? To beg forgiveness for saving millions of lives?
The Doctor: And how many died screaming on the operating table before you had found your advantage!
Kahler-Jex: War is another world. You cannot apply the politics of peace to what I did. To what any of us did.

Kahler-Jex: You wouldn’t.
The Doctor: I genuinely don’t know.

Amy: Let him come back, Doctor.
The Doctor: Or what? You won’t shoot me, Amy.
Amy: How do you know? Maybe I’ve changed. I mean you’ve clearly been taking stupid lessons since I saw you last.

The Doctor: We could end this right now. We could save everyone right now!
Amy: This is not how we roll, and you know it. What’s happened to you, Doctor? When did killing someone become an option?
The Doctor: Jex has to answer for his crimes.
Amy: And what then? Are you going to hunt down everyone who’s made a gun or a bullet or a bomb?
The Doctor: But they keep coming back, don’t you see? Every time I negotiate, I try to understand. Well not today. No, today I honor the victims first. His, The Master’s, the Daleks’. All the people that died because of my mercy!
Amy: See this is what happens when you travel alone for too long. Well listen to me, Doctor, we can’t be like him. We have to be better than him.
The Doctor: Amelia Pond. Fine. Fine! We think of something else. But frankly, I’m betting on the Gunslinger.

Isaac: Listen to me, you gotta stay. You gotta look after everyone.
The Doctor: It won’t come to that, Isaac.
Isaac: Protect Jex. Protect my town. You’re both good men. You just forget it sometimes.

The Doctor: This has gone on long enough.
The Gunslinger: You are right. You’ve got until noon tomorrow. Give him to me. Or I’ll kill you all.

The Doctor: What’s going on?
Abraham: He in there? Leave the keys and take a walk. Time you get back, this’ll be all done.
The Doctor: I promised Isaac I’d protect him.
Abraham: Protecting him got Isaac dead. Tomorrow it’s gonna get us all dead.

The Doctor: Please don’t do this.
Abraham: Why? Reckon you’re quicker than me?
The Doctor: Almost certainly not. But this? Lynch mobs. A town turning against itself. This is everything Isaac didn’t want.

The Doctor: Don’t you see? Violence doesn’t end violence. It extends it. And I don’t think you want to do this. I don’t think you want to become that man.
Abraham: There’s kids here.
The Doctor: I know. Who I can save if you’ll let me.
Abraham: He really worth the risk?
The Doctor: Don’t know. But you are.

The Doctor: Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day.

Kahler-Jex: Let me guess. The good folk of Mercy wanted me to take a little stroll into the desert. You could turn a blind eye. No one would blame you. You’d be a hero.
The Doctor: But I can’t, can I? Because then Isaac’s death would mean nothing. Just another casualty in your endless bloody war. Do you want me to hand you over? Is that what you want? Do you even know?
Kahler-Jex: You think I’m unaffected by what I did? That I don’t hear them screaming every time I close my eyes.

Kahler-Jex: It would be so much simpler if I was just one thing, wouldn’t it? The mad scientist who made that killing machine. Or the physician. Who’s dedicated his life to serving this town. The fact that I’m both bewilders you.
The Doctor: Oh, I know exactly what you are. And I see this reformation for what it really is. You committed an atrocity and choose this for your punishment. Don’t get me wrong—good choice. Civilized hours, lots of adulation, nice weather. But—but! Justice doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to decide when and how your debt is paid!

The Doctor: “We all carry our prisons with us”. Ha.

The Doctor: Go! Just go! I can’t save them while you’re here.

The Gunslinger: Where is he?
The Doctor: He’s gone.
The Gunslinger: Where?! Answer me!
The Doctor: Away from here. Look up. Any second now you’ll see the vapor trail of his ship. This is their home! Not the backdrop for your revenge.

The Gunslinger: He behaved with honor at the end. Maybe more than me.
The Doctor: We could take you back to your world. You could help with the reconstruction.
The Gunslinger: I will walk into the desert and self-destruct. I’m a creature of war. I have no role to play during peace.
The Doctor: Except maybe to protect it.

The Doctor: Okay, so! Our next trip. Oo! You know all the monkeys and dogs they sent into space in the ’50s and ’60s? You will never guess what happened to them.
Amy: Um, can we leave it awhile? Our friends are going to start noticing that we’re aging faster than them.
The Doctor: Another time? No worries.

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The Power of Three

The Doctor inspecting a cube: Invasion of the Very Small Cubes. That’s new.

The Doctor: All absolutely identical. Not a single molecule’s difference between them. No blemishes, imperfections, individualities.
Brian: What if they’re bombs? Billions of tiny bombs? Or transport capsules maybe, with a mini-robot inside. Or deadly hard drives! Or alien eggs? Or messages needing decoding. Or. They’re all parts of a bigger whole. Jigsaw puzzles that need fitting together.
The Doctor: Very thorough, Brian. Very very thorough. Well done. Stay here, watch these. Yell if anything happens.

Amy: Doctor, is this an alien invasion? Because that’s what it feels like.
Rory: Yeah, there couldn’t be life forms in every cube, could there?
The Doctor: I don’t know. And I really don’t like not knowing.

The Doctor: Right, I need to use your kitchen as a lab. Cook up some cubes, see what happens.
Rory: Right, I’m due at work.
The Doctor: What, you’ve got a job?
Rory: Of course I’ve got a job— What do you think we do when we’re not with you?
The Doctor: I’d imagine mostly kissing.
Amy: I write travel articles for magazines and Rory heals the sick.

The Doctor: Ah the Ponds. With their house and their jobs and their everyday lives. The journalist and the nurse. Long way from Leadworth.
Amy: You think, it’s been ten years. Not for you. Or Earth. But for us. Ten years older, ten years of you. On and off.
The Doctor: Look at you now. All grown up.

The Doctor: Tell me, since when did science run the military, Kate?
Kate: Since me. UNIT’s been adapting. Well I dragged them along, kicking and screaming. Which, which made it sound like more fun than if actually was.

The Doctor: What do we know about these cubes?
Kate: Far less than we need to. We’ve been crating them in from around the world for testing. So far, we’ve subjected them to temperatures of plus and minus two hundred celsius, simulated a water depth of five miles, dropped one out of a helicopter at ten thousand feet, and rolled our best tank over it. Always intact.
The Doctor: That’s impressive. I don’t want them to be impressive. I want them vulnerable with a nice Achilles Heel.
Kate: We don’t know how they got here, what they’re made of or why they’re here.
The Doctor: And all around the world people are picking them up and taking them home.
Kate: Like iPads have dropped out of the sky. Taking them to work, taking pictures, making films. Posting them on Flickr and YouTube. Within three hours the cube has had a thousand separate Twitter accounts.
The Doctor disdainfully: Twitter.
Kate: I recommend that we treat this as a hostile incursion. Gather them all up and lock them in a secure facility. But that would take massive international agreement and cooperation.
The Doctor: We need evidence. The cubes arrived in plain sight, in vast quantities, as the sun rose. So, what does that tell us?
Amy: Maybe they wanted to be seen, noticed.
The Doctor: Well more than that, they want to be observed. So we observe them. Stay with them, ’round the clock. Watch the cubes day and night. Record absolutely everything about them. Team Cube, in it together!

The Doctor: Four days. Nothing. Nothing! Not a single change in any cube anywhere in the world. Four days and I am still in your lounge!
Amy: You were the one who wanted to observe them.
The Doctor: Well I thought they’d do something, didn’t I? Not just sit there while everyone eats endless cereal!
Rory: You said we had to be patient.
The Doctor: Yes. You. You! Not me! I hate being patient! Patience is for wimps.

The Doctor: I can’t live like this. Don’t make me. I need to be busy.
Amy: Fine! Be busy! We’ll watch the cubes.

The Doctor: Brian. You’re still here.
Brian: You told me to watch the cubes.
The Doctor: Four days ago.
Brian: Doesn’t time fly when you’re alone with your thoughts.

Rory: You can’t just leave, Doctor.
The Doctor: Yes, of course I can. Quick jaunt, restore sanity. Oo! Hey. Come if you like.
Brian: They can’t just go off like that.
The Doctor: Can’t they? Can’t you? That’s how it goes, isn’t it?
Rory: I’ve got my job.
The Doctor: Oh yes, Rory. The universe is awaiting but you have a little job to do.
Rory: Ah. It’s not little, it’s important to me. What you do isn’t all there is.
The Doctor: I never said it was. Alright. Fine. I’ll be back, soon. Monitor the cubes. Call me. I’ll have the TARDIS set to every Earth news feed.

The Doctor: Twenty-sixth of June. 1890. The recently opened Savoy Hotel. Dinner, bed and breakfast for two. Bonjour, bonjour. {to the chef} Merci, Auguste. You’ll be back before the party’s over. They won’t even notice you went. No complications, I promise.

The Doctor: Bit of a shock. Zygon ship under the Savoy. Half the staff imposters. Still. It’s all fixed now, eh?

Amy: I thought we were going home!
The Doctor: You can’t miss a good wedding. Under the bed! Under the bed!
Amy: It wasn’t my fault.
Rory: It was totally your fault.
Amy: Somebody was talking and I just said, Yes.
Rory: To wedding vows! You just married Henry VIII on our anniversary.

Brian: How long were they away?
The Doctor: I don’t know what you’re talking about Brian.
Brian: Because they’re wearing totally different clothes from earlier.
The Doctor: Seven weeks. I got sidetracked. A lot.
Brian: What happen to the other people who travelled with you?
The Doctor: Some left me. Some got left behind. And some… not many, but… some died. Not them, not them, Brian. Never them.

The Doctor: Can I stay here? With you. And Rory, for a bit. Keep an eye on the cubes. However long that takes.
Amy: I thought it would drive you mad.
The Doctor: No. No no. I mean I’ll be better at it this time. I… miss you.

The Doctor: If I had a restaurant, this would be all I’d serve.
Amy: Yeah right. You running a restaurant.
The Doctor: I’ve run restaurants. Who do you think invented Yorkshire pudding?
Rory: You didn’t.
The Doctor: Pudding, yet savory. Sound familiar?

The Doctor: Oh, if Fred Perry could see me now, eh? He’d probably ask for his shorts back.

The Doctor: Whatever you are, this planet, these people are precious to me. And I will defend them to my last breath. Is that all you can do? Hover. I had a metal dog that could do that. {the cube opens} Oo! Oh, that’s clever. What’s tha— {it starts firing}

Rory: Hi. Ah, the cube in there. It just opened.
Amy: The cube upstairs just spiked me and took my pulse!
The Doctor: Really? Mine fired laser bolts and now it’s surfing the ‘net!
Brian: You’re never going to believe this. My cube just moved. It rattled.

Kate: Every cube across the whole world activated at the same moment.
The Doctor: Now we’re in business. You sent me a message to my psychic paper. You know what, I’m almost impressed.

Kate: I’ve got every nation screaming at me for an explanation and no idea what to tell them. I’m lost, Doctor. We all are.
The Doctor: Don’t despair, Kate. Your dad never did. {she looks surprised} Kate Stewart. Heading up UNIT, changing the way they work. How could you not be. Why did you drop Lethbridge?
Kate: I didn’t want any favors. Though he guided me even to the end. “Science leads”, he always told me. Said he learned that from an old friend.
The Doctor: We don’t let him down. We don’t let this planet down.

UNIT Researcher (David Hartley): They’ve stopped. The cubes, across the world. They just shut down.
Kate: Active for forty-seven minutes and then they just die?
The Doctor: Not dead. Dormant, maybe.
Amy: Then why shut down?
The Doctor: I don’t know. I don’t know. I need to think, I need some air. Who has an underground base? Terrible ventilation.

The Doctor: The moment they arrived, I should have made sure they were collected and burned. That’s what I should have done.
Amy: But how? Nobody would have listened.
The Doctor: You’re thinking of stopping, aren’t you? You and Rory.
Amy: No. I mean, we haven’t made a decision.
The Doctor: But you’re considering it.
Amy: Maybe. I don’t know. We don’t know. Well our lives have changed so much. But there was a time—there were years—when I couldn’t live without you. When just the whole everyday thing would drive me crazy. But since you dropped us back here, since you’ve given us this house, you know, we’ve built a life. I don’t know if I can have both.
The Doctor: Why?
Amy: Because they pull at each other. Because they pull at me, and because the travelling is starting to feel like running away.
The Doctor: That’s not what it is.
Amy: Oh come on. Look at you, four days in a lounge and you go crazy.
The Doctor: I’m not running away. But this is one corner of one country on one continent on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and growing and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much—so much to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I’m not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever.

The Doctor: One day—soon maybe—you’ll stop. I’ve known for awhile.
Amy: Then why do you keep coming back for us?
The Doctor: Because you were the first. The first face this face saw. And you were seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond. You always will be. I’m running to you, and Rory, before you fade from me.
Amy: Don’t be nice to me. I don’t want you to be nice to me.
The Doctor: Yeah you do, Pond. And you always get what you want.

The Doctor: They got what they wanted.
Amy: What? Who did?
The Doctor: The cubes. That’s why they stopped.

The Doctor: Kate, before they shut down they scanned everything. From your medical limits to your military response patterns. {the power goes out} They made a complete assessment of Planet Earth and its inhabitants. That’s what the surge of activity was. Problem with the power?
Kate: Not possible. We’ve got backups.

Kate: Why do they all say seven?
The Doctor: Seven. Seven? What’s important about seven? Seven Wonders of the World. Seven streams of the river Ota. Seven sides of a cube.
Amy: A cube has six sides.
The Doctor: Not if you count the inside.

The Doctor: It has to be a countdown.
Kate: Not in minutes.
The Doctor: Why would it be minutes, Kate? We have to get humanity away from those cubes. God knows what they’ll do if they hit zero. Get the information out any way you can. News channels, web sites, radio, text messages. People have to know that the cubes are dangerous.
Amy: Okay, but why is it starting now? I mean the cubes arrived months ago. Why wait this long?
The Doctor: Because they’re clever. Allow people enough time to collect them, take them into their homes, their lives. Humans: the great earlier Doctors. And then—wham—profile every inch of Earth’s existence.
Kate: To discover how best to attack us.
The Doctor: Get that information out anyway you can. Go!

Amy: Doctor, please. You don’t have to do this.
Kate: She’s right. You don’t have to be in there. We can do this remotely.
The Doctor: Remotely isn’t my style. See you after.

The Doctor: Geronimo.

Kate: What’s happening?
Amy: Well? What’s in there?
The Doctor: There is nothing in here.
Amy: Well that’s good. You know, it’s not bombs. It’s not aliens.
The Doctor: Why? Why is there nothing inside? Why? It doesn’t make any sense!

The Doctor: Glasses, is it the same? Is it the same all around the world?
Kate: They’re empty. We’re safe. Right?
The Doctor: No. No no no no. We are very far from safe. All along every action has been deliberate. Why draw attention to the cubes if they don’t contain anything.
Amy: Doctor, look. {people are collapsing}
Researcher: They’re CCTV feeds from across the world. Showing the same.
Kate: People are dying.
The Doctor: What? They can’t be dying. How? How are they dying?
Researcher: I want information on how people are being affected.
The Doctor: The cubes brought people close together. They opened the men— {he convulses in pain}.
Amy: Doctor? What’s the matter?
The Doctor: I don’t know!
Hospitals are logging a global surge in heart failures, cardiac arrests.
The Doctor: That’s it! Ah! Ah! Only one heart. The other one’s not working! Only one heart, only one heart!
Amy: Okay, I’m going to take you to the hospital!
The Doctor: No no no no. Just one second. Turn around! Turn around! Turn around! Tell me, show me—ten seconds after the cubes opened show me the patterns in their electrical currents. See?
Kate: No.
The Doctor: Yes. The power cut. They sucked the power and then— They’re signal boxes. People leaning in—wham—pure electrical surge after the cube, targeted at the nearest human heart. The heart. An organ powered by electrical current. Short circuited. How to destroy a human: go for the heart. {wincing in pain} Crickey Moses!
Kate: Doctor, the scan you set running. The transmitter locations, it’s found them.
The Doctor: Oh, look at them all. Pulsing, bold as brass. Seven of them all across the world. Seven stations, seven minutes. Why is that important? {pained} Ow! Ow. How do you people manage one heart? It is pitiful! A wormhole, bridging two dimensions. Seven of them hitched on to this planet, but but but where’s the closest one? Glasses, zoom in.
Amy: It’s the hospital where Rory works.

The Doctor: How many deaths have been reported?
Kate: We don’t know. We think it could have been a third of the population.
The Doctor: Kate, I have to find the wormhole. But the attacks could still happen. Tell the world. Tell them how to deal with this. The world needs your leadership right now.
Kate: I’ll do my best.
The Doctor: Of course you will. Good luck.

Amy: How long are you going to last with one heart?
The Doctor: Not much longer. I need to locate the wormhole portal. {his screwdriver gets a reading} Hello? Hello! {to the little girl} You are giving off some very strange signals.
Amy: Oh my god.
The Doctor: Outlier droid. Monitoring everything. If I shut her down, I can… I can’t do it. Amy, I need both hearts.

The Doctor: Welcome back, Lefty! Woo hoo! Two hearts! Back in the game! {he kisses her} Never do that to me again.

Amy: Oh. A portal to another dimension in a goods lift?
The Doctor: The energy signals converge here. Does seem a bit cramped though.

The Doctor: Through the looking glass, Amelia.

Amy: Where are we?
The Doctor: We’re in orbit. One dimension to the left.
Amy: Rory!
The Doctor: Siboran smelling salts. Outlawed in seven galaxies.

The Doctor: Woah! What kind of a welcome do you call that? Get him out of here, now!
Amy: What are you going to do?
The Doctor: Absolutely no idea. Get him to the portal.

The Doctor: It’s not possible. I thought the Shakri were a myth. A myth to keep the young of Gallifrey in their place.
Shakri: The Shakri exist in all of time. And none. We travel alone. And together. The seven.
The Doctor: The Shakri craft, connected to Earth through seven portals in seven minutes. Ah. But why?
Shakri: Serving the word of the Tally.
The Doctor: Why the cubes? Why Earth?
Shakri: Not Earth. Humanity. The Shakri will halt the human plague before the spread.
The Doctor: Erase humanity before it colonizes space. We thought the cubes were an invasion. The start of war.
Shakri: The human contagion only must be eliminated.
Amy: Who you calling a contagion?
The Doctor: Oi! Didn’t I tell you two to go?
Rory: You should have learned by now.
Amy: Yeah. And what is this “tally” anyway?
The Doctor: Some people call it Judgment Day. Or The Reckoning.
Amy: Don’t you know?
The Doctor: I never wanted to find out.
Shakri: Before the closure, there is the tally. The Shakri serves the Tally!
The Doctor: The pest controllers of the universe. That’s how the tales went, isn’t it?
Amy: Wow. That is some serious weird bedtime story.
The Doctor: You can talk. Wolf in your grandma’s nightdress.

The Doctor: So. Here you are, depositing slug pellets all over the earth. Made attractive, so humans will collect them, hoping to find something beautiful inside. Because that’s what they are. Not pests or plague, creatures of hope. Forever building and reaching. Making mistakes of course. Every life form does. But. But— they learn. And they strive for greater and they achieve it. You want a tally. Put their achievements against their failings, through the whole of time. I will back humanity against the Shakri every time.
Shakri: The Tally must be met. The second wave will be released.
Amy: What does that mean?
The Doctor: It’s going to release more cubes to kill more people.

Shakri: The human plague, breeding and fighting. And when cornered, they rage to destroy. You’re too late, Doctor. The tally shall be met.
Amy: He’s gone!
The Doctor: He was never really here. Just the ship’s automated interface, like a talking propaganda poster.

The Doctor: I can stop the second wave. I can disconnect all the Shakri craft from their portals, leave them drifting in the dark space. Ah! But all those people who were near the cubes, so many of them will have died.
Amy: I restarted one of your hearts.
Rory: You’d need mass defibrillation.
The Doctor: Of course. Ah! Beautiful. But. Pond. Ponds! We are going to go one better than that. The Shakri used the cubes to turn people’s hearts off. Bingo! We’re going to use them to turn them back on again.
Amy: Will that work?
The Doctor: Ah. Creatures of hope. Has to.

The Doctor: Thirty seconds. Don’t let me down, cubes. You’re working for me now.

The Doctor: Oh dear. All those cubes. There’s going to be a terrible wave of energy ricocheting up here any second. {beat} Run.
Rory: I’m going to miss this.

Kate: You, ah, you really are as remarkable as Dad said. {she kisses him} Thank you.
The Doctor: My! A kiss from a Lethbridge-Stewart. That’s new.

The Doctor: I better get going. Things to do. Worlds to save. Swings to… swing on. Look. I know. You both have lives here. Beautiful, messy lives. That is what makes you so fabulously… human. You don’t want to give them up. I understand.
Brian: Actually, it’s you they can’t give up, Doctor. And I don’t think they should. Go with him. Go save every world you can find. Who else has that chance? Life will still be here.
The Doctor: You could come, Brian.
Brian: Somebody’s got to water the plants. Just bring them back safe.

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The Angels Take Manhattan

The Doctor: “New York growled at my window. But I was ready for it. My stocking seams were straight. My lipstick was combat-ready and I was packing cleavage that could fell an ox at twenty feet.”
Amy: Doctor, you’re doing it again.
The Doctor: I’m reading!
Amy: Out loud. Please could you not.

Rory: What’s the book?
The Doctor: Melody Malone. She’s the private detective in Old Town New York.
Amy: She’s got ice in her heart, and a kiss on her lips and a vulnerable side she keeps well-hidden.
The Doctor: Oh, you’ve read it?
Amy: No, you read it. Out loud. Then went, “Yowzah!”.
Rory: Only you could fancy someone in a book.
The Doctor: I’m just reading. I just like the cover.
Amy: Oo! Let me see the cover.
The Doctor: No. No. I’m busy. It’s your hair. Is it your hair?
Amy: Oh shut up, it’s the glasses. I’m wearing reading glasses now on my nose. See? There you go.
The Doctor: I don’t like them. They make your eyes look all line-y. {he takes them off} No. Actually. Sorry. They’re fine. Carry on.

The Doctor: Can I have a go? {he tries on her glasses} Oh. Actually that is much better. That is exciting!
Amy: Read to me.
The Doctor: I thought you didn’t like my reading aloud.
Amy: Shut up and read me a story. Just don’t go “Yowzah!”. {The Doctor laughs and rips out a page from the book} Why did you do that?
The Doctor: Oh I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn’t have to end. I hate endings!

The Doctor: “As I crossed the street I saw the thin guy, but he didn’t see me. I guess that’s how it began…”

The Doctor: “I followed the skinny guy for two more block before he turned and I could ask what he was doing here. He looked a little scared so I gave him my best smile and my bluest eyes.
Amy: Beware the Yowzah! Do not, at this point, yowz. {The Doctor looks startled} Doctor? What did the skinny guy say?
The Doctor: “He said, ‘I just went to get coffees for the Doctor and Amy. Hello, River.’”

Amy: What’s River doing in a book? What’s Rory doing in a book?
The Doctor: He went to get coffee. Pay attention.
Amy: He went to get coffee and turned up in a book. How does that happen?
The Doctor: I don’t know! We’re in New York.

Amy: Where did you get this book?
The Doctor: It was in my jacket.
Amy: How did it get there?
The Doctor: How does anything get there? I’ve given up asking.

The Doctor: Date. Date. Does she mention a date. When is this happening?
Amy: Yes, hang on. Oo. April 3rd, 1938.

River: This city’s full of time distortions. It’d be impossible to land the TARDIS here. Like trying to land a plane in a blizzard. Even I couldn’t do it.
The Doctor
: Even who couldn’t do it?!
Amy: Don’t you two fall out. She’s only in a book.
The Doctor: Hunh. 1938. Easy one.

Amy: What was that?
The Doctor: 1938. We just bounced off it.

Amy: The Weeping Angels.
The Doctor: It makes sense.
Amy: It makes what?
The Doctor: That’s what happened to Rory. That’s what the Angels do, it’s their preferred form of attack. They dump you back in time, let you live to death.
Amy: Well we’ve got a time machine. We can just go and get him.
The Doctor:Well, tried that if you’ve noticed, and we are back where we started in 2012!
Amy: We didn’t start in a graveyard. What are we doing here?
The Doctor: Don’t know. Probably causally linked somehow. Doesn’t matter. {yelling into the TARDIS} Extractor fans on!
Amy: Well we’re gonna get there somehow. We’re in the rest of the book.
The Doctor having trouble hearing: I’m what?
Amy: Page 43. You’re going to break something.
The Doctor: I’m what?
Amy: “Why do you have to break mine, I asked the Doctor. He fired and said, ‘Because Amy read it in a book and now I have no choice—’”
The Doctor: Stop! No! No! Stop! You can’t read ahead. You mustn’t, and you can’t do that.
Amy: But we’ve already been reading it.
The Doctor: Just the stuff that’s happening now, in parallel with us. That’s as far as we go.
Amy: But it could help us find Rory.
The Doctor: And if you read ahead and find that Rory dies? This isn’t any old future, Amy. It’s ours. Once we know what’s coming it’s fixed. I’m going to break something because you told me I’m going to do it. No choice now.
Amy: Time can be rewritten.
The Doctor: Not once you’ve read it. Once we know it’s coming, it’s written in stone.

The Doctor: Okay, landing a plane in a timey-wimey blizzard. I can push through, but if I’m off by a nanosecond the engines will phase and I’ll shatter the planet. I’ll need landing lights.
Amy: Landing lights?
The Doctor: Yes, I need a signal to lock on to. What did she say? Early Chin Dynasty?

Amy: Come on!
The Doctor: Just a moment. Final checks.
Amy: Since when? {cut to the Doctor checking hair and breath, and a wink}

The Doctor: Sorry I’m late, honey. Traffic was hell. {she laughs and he checks Grayle} Shock. He’ll be fine.
River: Not if I can get loose.

The Doctor: So where are we now, Doctor Song? How’s prison.
River: Oh I was pardoned ages ago. And it’s Professor Song, to you.
The Doctor: Pardoned?
River: Mm. Turns out the person I killed never existed in the first place. Apparently there’s no record of him. It’s almost as if someone’s gone around deleting himself from every database in the universe.
The Doctor: Hm. You said I got too big.
River: And now no one’s ever heard of you. Didn’t you used to be somebody?
The Doctor: Weren’t you the woman who killed the Doctor?
River: Doctor Who?

The Doctor: She’s holding you very tight.
River: At least she didn’t send me back in time.
The Doctor: I doubt she’s strong enough.
River: Well I need a hand back. So which is it going to be? Are you going to break my wrist or hers? {he just looks at her} Oh no. Really? Why do you have to break mine?
The Doctor: Because Amy read it in a book. And now I have no choice. {to Amy} You see?
River: Well what book?
The Doctor: Your book. Which you haven’t written yet. So we can’t read!
River: I see. I don’t like the cover much.
Amy: But if River’s going to write that book she’d make it useful, yeah?
River: Well I’ll certainly try. But we can’t read ahead, it’s too dangerous.
Amy: I know, but there must be something we can look at.
The Doctor: What, a page of handy hints? Previews, spoiler-free.
Amy: Chapter titles.

River: Doctor. Doctor, what is it? What’s wrong? Tell me. Doctor. Doctor, what is it? Tell me. {The Doctor reads Amelia’s Last Farewell} Okay. I know that face. Calm down! Calm down! Talk to me! Doctor!
The Doctor: No! You get your wrist out! You get your wrist out without breaking it!
River: How?
The Doctor: I don’t know! Just change the future!

Amy: Did they get Rory? Where is he, did they take him?
The Doctor: Yes, I think so. Yes. {they hear a child’s giggle}

Amy: So is this what’s going to happen? We just keep chasing him back in time and they keep pulling him further back?
River walking in: He isn’t back in time. I’m reading a displacement but there are no temporal markers. He’s been moved in space, but not in time. And it’s not that far from here by the look of it.
The Doctor: You got out.
Amy: So where is he?

The Doctor: Well come on, come on, come on! Where is he?
River: If it was that easy I’d get you to do it.
The Doctor: How did you get your wrist out without breaking it?
River: You asked, I did. Problem?
The Doctor: You just changed the future!
River: It’s called marriage, honey. Now hush! I’m working.
The Doctor: She’s good, huh? Oh! Have you noticed? Really really good.

River: Ah! Wherever it is, it’s within a few blocks. There’s a car out front. Should we steal it?
The Doctor: Show me! {he grabs her wrist and realizes it’s broken}

The Doctor: Why did you lie to me?
River: When one’s in love with an ageless god who insists on the face of a twelve-year-old, one does one’s best to hide the damage.
The Doctor: It must hurt. Come here.
River: Yes. The wrist is pretty bad too. {The Doctor uses his energy to heal her} No no. No, stop that! Stop that! Stop it!
The Doctor: There you go. How’s that?
River: Well. Let’s see shall we? {she slaps him} That was a stupid waste of regeneration energy! Nothing is gained by you being a sentimental idiot.
The Doctor: River!
River: No! You embarrass me! {she storms off}
The Doctor: River!

River: Why would the send him here? Why not zap him back in time like they normally do?
The Doctor: We’ll know that when we know what this place is.
Amy: Winter Quay.

Rory: Could someone please tell me what is going on.
The Doctor: I’m sorry, Rory. But you just died.

11. Death at Winter Quay

The Doctor: This place is policed by Angels. Every time you try to escape you get zapped back in time.
Amy: So this place belongs to the Angels. They built it?
The Doctor: Displacing someone back in time creates time energy. And that is what the Angels feed on. But normally its a one-off. A hit-and-run. If they could keep hold of their victims, feed off of their time energy over and over again…. This place is a farm. A battery farm. How many Angels in New York?
River: It’s like they’ve taken over every statue in the city.
The Doctor: Yeah, the Angels take Manhattan because they can. Because they’ve never had a food source like this one. The City That Never Sleeps.

Rory: What was that?
The Doctor: I don’t know. But I think they’re coming for you.
Rory: What does that mean? What is going to happen to me? What is physically going to happen?
The Doctor: The Angels will come for you, they’ll zap you back in time to this very spot—thirty, forty years ago. And you will live out the rest of your life in this room. Until you die in that bed.
Rory: And will Amy be there?
The Doctor: No.
Amy: How do you know?
The Doctor: Because he was so pleased to see you again.

Rory: Okay. Well they haven’t taken me yet. What if I just run? What if I just get the hell out of here. Then that never happens.
The Doctor: It’s already happened, Rory. You’ve just witnessed your own future.
River: Doctor, he’s right.
The Doctor: No he isn’t.
River: If Rory got out it would create a paradox.
Amy hearing the noise again: What is that?
River: This is the Angels’ food source. The paradox poisons the well. It could kill them all. This whole place would literally un-happen.
The Doctor: It would be almost impossible.
River: I’m loving the almost.
The Doctor: But to create a paradox, like that, takes almost unimaginable power. What have we got, eh? Tell me. Come on.
Amy: I won’t let them take him. That’s what we’ve got.

The Doctor: Rory, even if you got out you’d have to keep running for the rest of your life. They would be chasing you forever.
Amy: Well then. Better get started. Husband. Run!

The Doctor: River, I’m not sure this can work.
River: Husband, shut up.

The Doctor: I can’t keep doing this.
River: Any ideas?
The Doctor: Yeah, the usual. Run.

The Doctor: What the hell are you doing?!?!
Amy: Changing the future. It’s called marriage.
The Doctor: Amy! Amy! Amy.

River: Doctor! What’s happening?
The Doctor: The paradox! It’s working! The paradox is working!

Rory: Where are we?
The Doctor: Back where we started! The paradox worked! You collapsed the timeline! We all pinged back where we belong.
Rory: What, in a graveyard?
Amy: This happened last time. Why always here?
The Doctor: Does it matter? We got lucky! We could have blown New York off the planet. I can’t ever take the TARDIS back there, the timelines are too scrambled. Oh… I could have lost you both. Don’t ever do that again.
Rory: What, what did we do? We fixed it. We solved the problem.
The Doctor: I was talking to myself.

River: It could do with a repaint.
The Doctor: I’ve been busy.
River: Does the bulb on top need changing?
The Doctor: I just changed it.
River: So. Rory and Amy then.
The Doctor: Yes, I know, I know.
River: I’m just saying. They’re going to get terribly bored hanging around here all day.

Rory: Doctor!
The Doctor: Ha!
Rory: Look, next time could we just go out to the pub?
The Doctor: I want to go to the pub right now. Ah, are there video games there? I love video games?
River: Right. Family outing then.

River: Where the hell did that come from?
The Doctor: It’s a survivor. Very weak, but keep your eyes on it.
Amy: Where’s Rory?
The Doctor: I’m sorry. Amelia. I’m so, so sorry.
Amy: No. No we can just go and get him in the TARDIS. One more paradox.
The Doctor: Would rip New York apart.
Amy: No, that’s not true. I don’t believe you.
River: Mother, it’s true.

The Doctor: Amy, what are you doing?
Amy: That gravestone, Rory’s, there’s room for one more name isn’t there?
The Doctor: What are you talking about? Back away from the Angel. Come back to the TARDIS, we’ll figure something out.
Amy: The Angel, would it send me back to the same time, to him?
The Doctor: I don’t know. Nobody knows.
Amy: But it’s my best shot, yeah?
The Doctor: No!
River: Doctor, shut up! Yes, yes, it is!
The Doctor: Amy—
Amy: Well then. I just have to blink, right?
The Doctor: No!
Amy: It’ll be fine. I know it will. I’ll be with him like I should be. Me and Rory together. {calling River over} Melody.
The Doctor: Stop it! Just, just, stop it!

Amy: You look after him. And you be a good girl and you look after him.
The Doctor: You are creating fixed time. I will never be able to see you again.
Amy: I’ll be fine. I’ll be with him.
The Doctor: Amy. Please. Just come back into the TARDIS, Come along, Pond. Please.
Amy: Raggedy Man, goodbye.

The Doctor: River. They were your parents. Sorry. I didn’t even think.
River: Doesn’t matter.
The Doctor: Course it matters.
River: What matters is this, Doctor. Don’t travel alone.
The Doctor: Travel with me then.
River: Whenever and wherever you want. But not all the time. One psychopath per TARDIS, don’t you think?

River: Okay, this book I’ve got to write. Melody Malone. I presume I send it to Amy to get it published?
The Doctor: Yes.
River: I’ll tell her to write an afterword. For you. Maybe you’ll listen to her.

The Doctor: The last page!

Afterword by Amelia Williams: Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you always. Sometimes I do worry about you though. I think once we’re gone you won’t be coming back here for awhile. And you might be alone. Which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to see and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived. And save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.

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