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2009.04.11    

Planet of the Dead

Christina (Michelle Ryan): So terribly sorry. That card-paying device thing. That’s a lobster card, am I right?
Bus Driver: Oyster card.
Christina: Ah that’s the problem you see. I only use my oyster when there’s an “R” in the month.
Bus Driver: It’s April.
Christina: Diamonds. Genuine. Drive.
Bus Driver: Works for me.

Carmen: Lou, can you hear them?
Lou: Hear what sweetheart?
Carmen: The voices. So many voices. Calling to us. Calling so far.
The Doctor: Ah! The little dish is going around.
Christina: Fascinating.
The Doctor: And around. Woah—
Angela: Excuse me, do you mind?
The Doctor: Sorry. That was my little dish.
Christina: Can’t you turn that thing off?
The Doctor: What’s your name?
Christina: Christina.
The Doctor: Christina. Hold on tight. Everyone, hold on!

Carmen: I’m not going out there. They’re still calling. All around us. The voices are cryin’.
Lou: What voices, sweetheart?
Carmen: The dead. We’re surrounded by the dead.

Christina: You’re called the Doctor?
The Doctor: Yes I am.
Christina: That’s not a name, that’s a psychological condition.

Lou: She’s got a gift. Ever since she was a little girl. She can just tell things. We do the lottery twice a week.
Christina: You don’t look like millionaires.
Lou: No. But we win ten pounds. Every week, twice a week, ten pounds. Don’t tell me that’s not a gift.

Christina: It’s Christina DeSouza. To be precise, Lady Christina DeSouza.
The Doctor: Oh. That’s handy. ‘Cause I’m a Lord.
Christina: Seriously? Lord of where?
The Doctor: It’s quite a big estate.

Captain: It’s the Doctor.
Dr. Malcolm Taylor: No, I’m alright now, thanks. It’s just a bit of a sore throat. I gotta be honest, a cup of tea might be nice.

Dr. Malcolm Taylor: Cor, blimey! I can’t believe I’m actually speaking to you. I mean I’ve read all the files.
The Doctor: Really? What was your favorite? Giant robot? No no! Let’s sort out that wormhole.

Dr. Malcolm Taylor: I’m registering an oscillation of 15 Malcolms per second.
The Doctor: Fifteen what?
Dr. Malcolm Taylor: Fifteen Malcolms. It’s my own little term.

The Doctor: You named a unit of measure after yourself?
Dr. Malcolm Taylor: Well it didn’t do Mr. Watt any harm. Furthermore, one hundred Malcolms equals a Bernard.
The Doctor: Who’s that, your dad?
Dr. Malcolm Taylor: Don’t be ridiculous. That’s Quatermass.

The Doctor: Since I’ve met you Christina we’ve been through all the extremes.
Christina: That’s how I like things. Extreme.

Christina: The aristocracy survives for a reason. We’re ready for anything.

Christina: It’s over a thousand years old. Worth 18 million pounds. Promise me you’ll be careful.
The Doctor: I promise. gingerly lifts the cup from his hands and proceeds to bang the crap out of it
Christina: I hate you.

Carmen: Doctor. You take care now.
The Doctor: You too. Chops and gravy. Lovely.
Carmen: No. You be careful. Because your song is ending, sir.
The Doctor: What d’you mean?
Carmen: It is returning. It is returning through the dark. And then Doctor— Oh but then… He will knock four times.

The Waters of Mars

Edward Gold: Was it the Branson Inheritance Fund? They’ve been talking about a Mars shot for years.
The Doctor: Right. Yes. You’ve got me. So, I’m the Doctor. And you are?
Captain Brooke: Oh come on, we’re the first off-world colonists in history. Everyone on planet Earth knows who we are.
The Doctor: You’re the first. The very first humans on Mars. Then this is Bowie Base One.
Captain Brooke: —Bowie Base One.
The Doctor: Number one. Founded July 1, 2058. Established Bowie Base One in the Gusev Crater.

Gold: Maggie, if you want to meet the only new human bring that you’re going to see in the next five years better come take a look. A strange noise from the intercom
Brooke: What was that?
The Doctor: Oh, I really should go….

The Doctor using his sonic screwdriver to illuminate the dome: There you go.
Brooke: What’s that device?
The Doctor: Screwdriver.
Brooke: You the doctor or the janitor?

Brooke: Keep surveillance until I get back. And close down all water supplies. All pipes and outlets. Don’t consume anything. Have you got that everyone? That’s an order. Don’t drink the water. Don’t even touch it. Not one drop.

The Doctor: This thing, whatever it is, doesn’t just hide in water. It creates water. to Maggie Tell me what you want.
Yuri Kerenski: She was looking at the screen. At Earth. She wants Earth. A world full of water.

Gold: I’m sorry, but it’s an unknown infection and it’s spreading. That demands action procedure one.
Brooke: You think I
don’t know that?
Gold: I think you need reminding.
Brooke: Yeah.
Gold: Well at least I’m good for something.
Brooke: Now and again.
Gold: That’s almost a compliment. Things must be serious.
The Doctor: Sorry! But action one, that means evacuation, yeah?
Brooke: We’re going home.

Brooke: I saw the Daleks. We looked up, the sky had changed. Everyone was running and screaming. And my father took hold of me. I never saw him again. Nor my mother. They were never found. But out on the streets there was panic. And burning. I went to the window. And there, in the sky, I saw it, Doctor. And it saw me. It stared at me. It looked right into me. And then… it simply went away. I knew that night, I knew I would follow it.
The Doctor: But not for revenge.
Brooke: What would be the point of that?
The Doctor: That’s what makes you remarkable.

Brooke: You were right, Doctor.
The Doctor: What about?
Brooke: Bikes!

Gold: Captain. The shuttle is down.
Brooke: What the hell do you mean?
Gold: Compromised. It was Maggie.
Brooke: Get out of there!
Gold: Too late. They want this ship to get to Earth. Got no choice. Hated it Adelaide! This bloody job. Never gave me a chance. You never could forgive me. hits the destruct button See you later.

The Doctor: Isn’t anyone going to thank me? He’s lost his signal. Doesn’t know where he is.
Brooke: That’s my house.
The Doctor: Don’t you get it? This is the 21st of November, 2059. Same day. On Earth. And it’s snowing! I love snow.
Mia Bennett : What is that thing? It’s bigger— I mean, it’s bigger on the inside. Who the hell are you?
Brooke: Look after her.
Kerenski: Yes ma’am.
Brooke: You saved us.
The Doctor: Just think about it. Your daughter and your daughters’ daughter. You can see them again. Family reunion.
Brooke: But I’m supposed to be dead.
The Doctor: Not anymore.
Brooke: But. Susie. My granddaughter. Wasn’t she supposed to become… Might never exist now.
The Doctor: Nah! Captain Adelaide can inspire her face-to-face. Different details but the story’s the same.
Brooke: But you can’t know that! And if my family changes the whole of history could change. The future of the human race. No one should have that much power.
The Doctor: Tough.
Brooke: You should have left us there.
The Doctor: Adelaide I’ve done this sort of thing before. In small ways, saved some little people. But never someone as important as you. Oh, I’m good.
Brooke: Little people?! What, like Mia and Yuri? Who decides they’re so unimportant? You?
The Doctor: For a long time I thought I was just a survivor, but I’m not. I’m the winner. That’s who I am. The Time Lord Victorious.
Brooke: And there’s no one to stop you.
The Doctor: No.
Brooke: This is wrong, Doctor. I don’t care who you are. The Time Lord Victorious is wrong.

The End of Time (Part One)

The Narrator: It is said that in the final days of Planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather. In celebration of a pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot. Because they must. They forgot their nightmares. Of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one…

The Woman (Claire Bloom): They call it the Legend of the Blue Box.
Wilfred Mott (Bernard Cribbins): Never been in here before. I’m not one for churches. Too cold.
The Woman: This was the site of a convent. Back in the 1300s. It’s said a demon fell from the sky. Then a man appeared. A man in a Blue Box. They called him the sainted physician. He smote the demon and then disappeared.
Wilfred Mott: There’s a bit of a coincidence.
The Woman: It’s said there’s no such thing as coincidence. Who knows. Perhaps he’s coming back.
Wilfred: Oh. That would make my Christmas.

Ood Sigma: You should not have delayed.
The Doctor: Last time I was here you said my song would be ending soon. And I’m in no hurry for that.
Ood Sigma: You will come with me.
The Doctor: Hold on. Better lock the TARDIS. {uses a remote} See, like a car. I locked it like a car. Like…. It’s funny. No? Little bit. Blimey, try to make an Ood laugh.

The Doctor: So how old are you now, Ood Sigma? {he sees their world} Ah. Magnificent! Oh come on, that is. Splendid. You’ve achieved all this in how long?
Ood Sigma: One hundred years.
The Doctor: Then we’ve got a problem. Because all of this is way too fast. Not just the city, I mean your ability to call me. Reaching all the way back to the 21st century. Something’s accelerating your species way beyond normal.
Ood Sigma: And the mind of the Ood is troubled.
The Doctor: Why? What’s happened?
Ood Sigma: Every night Doctor. Every night we have bad dreams.

Ood Sigma: Sit with the Elder of the Ood and share the dreaming.
The Doctor: So. Right. Hello.
Ood Elders: You will join…

Ood Elder: He comes to us. Every night. I think all the peoples of the universe dream of him now.
The Doctor: That man is dead.
Ood Elder: There is yet more. Join us. Events are taking shape. So many years ago and yet changing the now. There is a man, so scared.
The Doctor: Wilfred! Is he alright? What about Donna? Is she safe?
Ood Elder: You should not have delayed. For the lines of convergence are being drawn across the Earth. Even now, the King is in his Counting House.
The Doctor: I don’t know who they are.
Ood Elder: And there is another. The most lonely of all. Lost and forgotten.
The Doctor: The Master’s wife.
Ood Sigma : We see so much but understand so little. The woman in the cage, who is she?
The Doctor: She was— It wasn’t her fault. She was— The Master, he’s a Time Lord like me. I can show you. The Master took the name of Saxon. He married a
human. A woman called Lucy. And he corrupted her. She stood at his side while he conquered the Earth. I reversed everything he’d done so it never even happened. But Lucy Saxon remembered. I held him in my arms, I burned his body. The Master is dead.
Ood Elder: And yet, you did not see.
The Doctor: What’s that? {in the past a woman picks up the ring} Part of him survived. I have to go!
Ood Elder: But something more is happening Doctor. The Master is part of a greater design. Because a shadow is falling over creation. Something vast is stirring in the dark. The Ood have gained this power to see through time because time is bleeding. Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil. And these events from years ago threaten to destroy this future and the present and the past.
The Doctor: What do you mean?
Ood Elder: This is what we have seen, Doctor.
The darkness heralds only one thing: the end of time itself.

Ood Elder: Events that have happened are happening now.

Governor: Mrs. Saxon. Let me introduce myself. I’m your new governor. I’m afraid the previous governor met with something of an accident. Which took quite some time to arrange. Miss Trefusis, if you will prepare. You kept your silence well, Mrs. Saxon. Your trial was held in secret with no jury. So no one knows who Harold Saxon was. Where he came from. Why you killed him. {to the guards} Make her kneel. There are those of us who never lost faith. And in his wisdom, Harold Saxon prepared for this moment. He knew that he might die and he made us ready. Tonight, Mrs. Saxon, he returns.

Governor: As it was written in the secret books of Saxon, these are the potions of life.
Lucy Saxon (Alexandra Moen): Listen to me, whatever he told you, you’ve got no idea what you’re doing.
Governor: Miss Trefusis, the catalyst.
Lucy: What are you doing? Leave me alone! Don’t!
Governor: You were Saxon’s wife. You bore his imprint. That’s what we needed. The final biometrical signature.
Lucy: You can’t bring him back. You can’t! I’m begging you! Stop this now before it’s too late!
Governor: We give ourselves that Saxon might live!
Lucy: Can’t you see?! He lied to you! His name isn’t even Harold Saxon!
Governor: And this was written also! For his name is The Master!
The Master (John Simm): Never never never dying. Never dying! Never dying!

The Master: Oh! Lucy. Sweet Lucy Saxon. My ever faithful. Did the widow’s kiss bring me back to life.
Lucy: You’re killing them!
The Master: Oh let them die. They’re just the first. The whole stupid stinking
human disgrace can fall into the pit. Can’t you hear it, Lucy? The noise! The drumbeat! Louder than ever before! The drums. The never-ending drums. Oh, I have missed them.
Lucy: But no one knew you better than I did. I knew you’d come back. And all this time
your disciples have prepared. But so have we!
The Master: What are you doing?
Lucy: The secret books of Saxon spoke of the potions of light. And I was never that bright. But my family had contacts. People who were clever enough to calculate the opposite.
The Master: Don’t you dare! I’m ordering you, Lucy. You will obey me!
Lucy: ‘Til death do us part, Harry! {she flings the potion into him}
The Master: No!!

Joshua Naismith (David Harewood): I think we might be in luck, darling. It’s the footage from Broadfell Prison the night it burnt down. Take a look at this.
Abigail Naismith (Tracy Ifeachor): Someone survived. Do you think it’s him? Oh that would be such a Christmas present.
Joshua Naismith: You just leave it to Daddy.

Joshua Naismith: Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems help is at hand. Christmas is cancelled. Prepare the gate.

Wilfred: Paratroop One to Paratroop Two. We are mobilized. I repeat, we are mobilized. Rendezvous 1300 hours. Over and out.

Wilfred: Right. He’s tall and thin. Wears a brown suit. Maybe a blue suit. He’s got a long brown coat. Modern sort of hair. All sticky-uppy. Alright? Oh and on page two be on the alert for a police box. Exactly like the old ones.
Minnie: I got locked inside one of them. August bank holiday 1962.
Winston: Were you misbehaving, Minnie?
Minnie: I certainly was. Wah hey.

Winston: Who is he then? This Doctor?
Wilfred: I can’t tell you that, I swear. Yeah, but answer me this: you’ve been having bad dreams, all of you? Dreams you can’t remember. Yeah. Well that’s why we need him. We need The Doctor. More than ever.

Wilfred: Oh my gosh, Doctor. You’re a sight for sore eyes.
The Doctor: Out of my way!
Winston: Did we do it? Is that him?
Wilfred: Tall and thin. Big brown coat.
Minnie: The Silver Cloak. It worked. ‘Cause Will phoned Nettie, who phoned June. And her sister lives opposite Broadfell and she saw the police box and her neighbor saw this man heading east!
The Doctor: Wilfred, have you told them who I am? You promised me.
Wilfred: Nah, I just said you were a doctor, that’s all. And might I say, sir, it is an honor to see you again. {he salutes}
Minnie: But you never said he was a looker. He’s gorgeous!

The Doctor: I’m really kind of busy you know.
Minnie: Oh it won’t take a tic. Keep smiling.
The Doctor: Is that your hand, Minnie?
Minnie: Good boy. {she pats him on the bum}

Wilfred: We had some good times, didn’t we though? I mean all those Atmos things and planets in the sky and me with that paint gun. {The Doctor just stares at him} I keep seeing things, Doctor. I… This face at night.
The Doctor
: Who are you?
Wilfred: I’m Wilfred Mott.
The Doctor: No. People have waited hundreds of years to find me and then you manage it in a couple of hours.
Wilfred: Well I’m just lucky I suppose.
The Doctor: No, we keep on meeting, Wilf. Over and over again like something’s connecting us.
Wilfred: What’s so important about me?
The Doctor: Exactly. Why you? {he pauses} I’m going to die.
Wilfred: Well, so am I one day.
The Doctor: Don’t you dare.
Wilfred: Alright, I’ll try not to.

The Doctor: But I was told. “He will knock four times.” That was the prophecy. Knock four times and then…
Wilfred: Yeah but I thought… when I saw you before you said that your people could change, like your whole body.
The Doctor: I can still die. If I’m killed before regeneration then I’m dead. Even then. Even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away. And I’m dead.

Wilfred: I’m sorry but I had to. Look, can’t you make her better?
The Doctor: Stop it.
Wilfred: No, but you’re so clever. Can’t you bring her memory back? Look. Just go to her now. Go on. Just run across the street. Go up and say hello.
The Doctor: If she ever remembers me her mind will burn and she will die.

Wilfred: Oh. There he is. Shawn Temple. They’re engaged. Getting married in the Spring.
The Doctor: Another wedding.
Wilfred: Yeah.
The Doctor: Hold on, she’s not going to be called Noble-Temple. It sounds like a tourist spot.
Wilfred: No it’s Temple-Noble.
The Doctor: Right. Is she happy? Is he nice?
Wilfred: Yeah, he’s sweet enough. He’s a bit of a dreamer. Mind you he’s on minimum wage. She’s earning tuppence so all they can afford is a tiny little flat. And then sometimes I see this look on her face. Like she’s so sad. And she can’t remember why.
The Doctor: She’s got him.
Wilfred: She’s making do.
The Doctor: Aren’t we all.

Wilfred: How ’bout you? Who’ve you got now?
The Doctor: No one. Travelling alone. I thought it would be better. But I did some things, it went wrong. I need— {he starts to cry}
Wilfred: Oh my word. I—
The Doctor: Mm. Merry Christmas.
Wilfred: Yeah. And you.

The Doctor: Look at us.
Wilfred: Don’t you see? You need her, Doctor. I mean, look, wouldn’t she make you laugh again? Good ol’ Donna.

The Narrator: And so it came to pass that the players took their final places. Making ready the events that were to come. A madman sat in his empire of dust and ashes. Little knowing of the glory he would achieve. While his savior looked upon the wilderness in the hope of changing his inevitable fate. Far away, the idiots and fools dreamt of a shining new future. A future now doomed to never happen. As Earth rolled onwards into night the people of that world did sleep. And shiver. Somehow knowing the dawn would bring only one thing. The Final Day.

The Master: I had estates. Do you remember my father’s land back home? Pastures of red grass stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition. We used to run across those fields all day. Calling up at the sky. Look at us now.
The Doctor: All that eloquence. But how many people have you killed?
The Master: I am so hungry.
The Doctor: Your resurrection went wrong. That energy, your body’s ripped open. Now you’re killing yourself.
The Master: That’s human Christmas out there! They eat so much. All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine. Hot fat blood food. Pots and plates of meat and flesh… and grease and juice. And baking burnt sticky hot skin. So hot!
The Doctor: Stop it!
The Master: —Slice. It’s mine it’s mine it’s mine it’s mine! To eat and eat and eat and eat!

The Doctor: What if I ask you for help? There’s more at work tonight than you or me.
The Master: Oh yeah?
The Doctor: I’ve been told something is returning.
The Master: And here I am.
The Doctor: No, something more.
The Master: But it hurts!
The Doctor: I was told the end of time—
The Master: It hurts, Doctor. The noise. The noise in my head, Doctor. 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4. Stronger than ever before. Can’t you hear it?
The Doctor: I’m sorry.
The Master: Listen listen listen listen. Every minute, every second, every beat of my hearts. There it is, calling to me. Please listen.
The Doctor: I can’t hear it.
The Master: Listen. {he shows him} What?
The Doctor: I heard it. But there’s no noise. There never has been. It’s just your insanity. What is it? What’s inside your head?
The Master: It’s real. It’s real!

The Master: All these years you thought I was mad. King of the Wasteland! But something is calling me, Doctor. What is it? What is it? What is it?!?

Sylvia Noble (Jacqueline King): Oh now that’s lovely. Look at that. Absolutely beautiful! “Love from Donna.” Did you keep the receipt?
Donna: Yes I did. Come on, Gramps. You’ve been a right misery ever since you got up. D’you like it then? The book?
Wilfred: Joshua Naismith. I mean what did you get me this for?
Donna: I d’know. I just saw it in the shop and thought of you. It just felt like the sort of thing you should have.

Shaun Temple: Hi hi! Here are the presents. I’m sorry, I couldn’t afford much. But not for long. Not if President Obama ends the recession tonight.

The Woman appears instead of the Queen’s speech
The Woman: Events are moving, Wilfred.
Wilfred: Eh?
The Woman: Faster than we thought.
Wilfred to the family: Can you see that?
Donna: Frankly I’d tell Her Majesty it’s time for trouser suits.
Wilfred: No no no. That’s not the Qu—.
The Woman: Only you can see. Only you stand at the Heart of Coincidence.
Wilfred: Why? What have I done?
The Woman: You’re an old soldier, sir. Only you were too late. The war was won and passed you by.
Wilfred: I did my duty.
The Woman: You never killed a man.
Wilfred: No I didn’t. No I did not. No. But don’t say that like it’s shameful.
The Woman: The time will come when you must take arms.
Wilfred: Who are you?
The Woman: Tell The Doctor nothing of this. His life could still be saved. So long as you tell him nothing.

The Doctor: I lost him. I was unconscious. He’s still on Earth—I can smell him—but he’s too far away.
Wilfred: You can’t park there! What if Donna sees it?
The Doctor: You’re the only one, Wilf.
The only connection I can think of. You’re involved. If I could just work out how. Tell me, have you seen anything? I don’t know, anything strange? Anything odd?
Wilfred: Well there was this—
The Doctor: What is it? Tell me!
Wilfred: Well there it was— ah, it’s nothing.
The Doctor: Think think think. Maybe something out of the blue. Something connected to your life. Something!
Wilfred: Donna was a bit strange. She had a funny little moment this morning and all because of that book.
The Doctor: What book?

Wilfred: His name’s Joshua Naismith.
The Doctor: That’s the man. I was shown him by the Ood.
Wilfred: By the what?
The Doctor: By the Ood.
Wilfred: What’s the Ood?
The Doctor: They’re just the Ood.

Sylvia: Stay right where you are.
The Doctor: You can’t come with me.
Wilfred: Well you’re not leaving me with her.
Sylvia: Dad!
The Doctor: Fair enough.

Sylvia yelling at the TARDIS: Come back here! Come back here, I said! Come back!
Donna: Are you shouting at thin air?
Sylvia: Yes. Possibly. Yes.

The Doctor: Ah. Right. Yes. Bigger on the inside. Do you like it?
Wilfred: I thought it’d be cleaner.
The Doctor: Cleaner?! I could take you back home right now.
Wilfred: Listen Doctor. If this is a time machine, that man you’re chasing. Why can’t you just pop back to yesterday and catch him?
The Doctor: I can’t go back inside my own timeline. I have to stay relative to the Master within the causal nexus. Understand?
Wilfred: Not a word.
The Doctor: Welcome aboard.
Wilfred: Thank you.

The Master seeing the gate: Woah. That’s not from Earth.
Naismith: And neither are you. A perfect combination don’t you think?

Rossiter (Lawry Lewin): Who the hell is he? What if he finds out? “An expert,” they said. Well what sort of expert? Who is he?!
Addams (Sinead Keenan): I don’t know! According to the records Harold Saxon was Prime Minister of this… stupid country. I am choking in this thing! I’m sorry. {she switches off the human disguise} Oh, by the saints, that’s better. Oh! These people are so… flat.
Rossiter: But what do we do? We were so close. We almost had it working.
Addams: What if this visitor is some sort of genius? Well think about it. We’re hijacking this project. Maybe we can use him too. Harold Saxon—or whatever he is—might be exactly what we need.

Naismith: The Gate was found inside a spaceship buried at the foot of Mount Snowden. It was moved to an institute known as Torchwood. But when Torchwood fell…. Let’s just say I acquired it.
The Master: I like you.
Naismith: Thank you.
The Master: You’d taste great.

Naismith: We calculate that if this device can be fully repaired by your good self it can restore the body forever. Hence its given title. The Immortality Gate. Because that’s what I want. Not for me, but for my daughter. I want her never to die. My gift to her. She will be immortal.
Abigail: Abigail. It means “bringer of joy.”

The Doctor: You should stay here.
Wilfred: Not bloody likely.
The Doctor: And don’t swear.

The Doctor: Nice gate.
Wilfred: Hello! Oh, sorry.
The Doctor: Don’t try calling security or I’ll tell them you’re wearing a shimmer. ‘Cause I reckon anyone wearing a shimmer doesn’t want the shimmer to be noticed or they wouldn’t need a shimmer in the first place.
Addams: I’m sorry. What’s a “shimmer”?
The Doctor sonicing her: Shimmer!
Wilfred: Oh my lord. She’s a cactus.

Naismith: Now. Please don’t imagine I’m a slave driver. We can resume work on Boxing Day, Mr. Saxon.
The Master: My name is The Master. {he brings the Gate online}
Naismith: Oh, excellent. Excellent! Mr. Danes.
Mr. Danes
: The visitor will be restrained.
The Master: What? But I repaired it.
Naismith: I’m not an idiot. Don’t let that man anywhere near it.

Rossiter: What are you doing here?
The Doctor: Shimmer! {he sonics Rossiter} Now tell me quickly what’s going on. The Master. Harold Saxon. Skeletor! Whatever you’re calling him. What’s he doing up there?

Wilfred: So that thing’s like a sick bed, yeah?
Addams: More or less.
Wilfred: Well pardon me for asking, but why’s it so big?
The Doctor: Oh. Good question!
Why’s it so big?
Addams: It doesn’t just mend one person at a time.
Rossiter: That would be ridiculous.
Addams: It mends whole planets.
The Doctor: It does what?
Addams: It transmits the medical template across the entire population.

The Master: Homeless was I. Destitute and dying. Well look at me now.

The Doctor: I can’t turn it off.
The Master: That’s because I locked it, idiot.

The Master: Fifty seconds and counting.
The Doctor: To what?
The Master: Oh ho ho. You’re gonna love this.

The Doctor: What is it? Hypnotism? Mind control? You’re grafting your thoughts inside them. Is that it?
The Master: Oh no, that’s way too easy. No no no. They’re not going to think like me. They’re going to become me.

Donna: They’ve changed. Granddad. It’s like… like this sort of thing happened… before. My head! Oh my head!

Wilfred: Doctor! She’s starting to remember! {to The Master} What is it? What have you done, you monster?!

The Master: Breaking news: I’m everyone. And everyone in the world is me.

The Master: The human race was always your favorite, Doctor. But now there is no human race. There is only the Master Race.

The Narrator (Timothy Dalton): And so it came to pass. On Christmas Day. That the human race did cease to exist. But even then the Master had no concept of his greater role in events. For this was far more than humanity’s end. This day was the day upon which the whole of creation would change forever. This was the day the Time Lords returned. For Gallifrey!
Time Lords: For Gallifrey!
Lord President: For victory!
Time Lords: For victory!
Lord President: For the end of time itself!
Time Lords: For the end of time itself!

The End of Time (Part Two)

President of the Time Lords (Timothy Dalton): What news of the Doctor?
The Chancellor (Joe Dixon): Disappeared, my Lord President.
The Partisan (Julie Legrand): But we know his intention. He still possesses the Moment. And he’ll use it to destroy Daleks and Time Lords alike.
The Chancellor: The Visionary confirms it.
The Visionary (Brid Brennan): Ending. Burning. Falling. All of it, falling. The black, and pitch. And screaming fire. Soul burning.
The Chancellor: All of her prophecies say the same. That this is the last day of the Time War. That Gallifrey falls. That we die. Today.
The Visionary: Ending ending ending ending.
The Partisan: Perhaps it’s time. This is only the furthest edge of the Time War. But at its heart millions die every second. Lost in bloodlust and insanity. With Time itself resurrecting them to find new ways of dying, over and over again. A travesty of life. Isn’t it better to end it at last.
Lord President: Thank you for your opinion. {he kills her} I will not die! Do you hear me? A billion years of Time Lord history riding on our backs. I will not let this perish. I Will. Not.
The Chancellor: There is… there is one part of the prophecy, my Lord. Forgive me. I’m sorry. It’s rather difficult to decipher, but it talks of two survivors beyond the Final Day. Two children of Gallifrey.
President of the Time Lords: Does it name them?
The Chancellor: It forsees them locked in their final confrontation. The Enmity of Ages which would suggest—
President of the Time Lords: The Doctor! And The Master.
The Chancellor: One word keeps being repeated, my Lord. One constant word. Earth.
The Visionary: Earth earth earth earth…
The Chancellor: Planet Earth. Indigenous species: the human race.
President of the Time Lords: Maybe that’s where the answer lies. Our salvation. On Earth.

The Master (John Simm): Now then. I’ve got a planet to run.

The Master: Enough soldiers and weapons to turn this planet into a warship. Nothing to say, Doctor? What’s that? Pardon? Sorry.
Wilfred: You let him go, you swine.
The Master: Your dad’s still kicking up a fuss.
Wilfred: Yeah? Well I’d be proud if I was!
The Master: Hush now. Listen to your Master. {Wilf’s phone starts ringing} That’s a mobile.
Wilfred: Yeah it’s mine. Let me turn it off—
The Master: No no no. I don’t think you understand. Everybody on this planet is me. And I’m not phoning you so who the hell is that?
Wilfred: It’s nobody. I told you, it’s nothing, I’m telling you. It’s probably one of them ringback calls.
The Master: Oh and look at this. {finds the pistol} Good man! {and the phone} Donna. Who’s Donna?
Wilfred: She’s no one. Just leave it!

Donna: Gramps, don’t hang up. You’ve gotta help me. I ran out. Everyone was changing.
The Master: Who is she? And why didn’t she change?
Wilfred: Well it was this thing the Doctor did.
He did it to her—the Meta Crisis.
The Master: He loves playing with Earth Girls. Ugh. {to himself} Find her! Trace the call.

The Doctor: That’s better. Hello! But really. D’you think I’d leave my best friend without a defense mechanism?
Wilf: Doctor? What happened?
The Doctor: She’s alright. She’s fine. Promise. She’s asleep.

The Master: Tell me, where’s your TARDIS?
The Doctor: You could be so wonderful.
The Master: Where is it?
The Doctor: You’re a genius. You’re stone cold brilliant, you are. I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honor. ‘Cause you don’t need to own the universe. Just see it. To have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That’s ownership enough.
The Master: Would it stop then? The noise in my head?
The Doctor: I can help.
The Master: Don’t know what I’d be without that noise.
The Doctor: Wonder what I’d be without you.
The Master: Yeah.

The Master: It began on Gallifrey. As children. Not that you’d call it childhood. More a life of duty. Eight years old. I was taken for initiation. To stare into the Untempered Schism.
Wilfred: What does that mean?
The Doctor: It’s a gap in the fabric of reality. You can see into the Time Vortex itself. And it hurts.
The Master: Took me there. In the dark. I looked into time, old man. And I heard it. Calling to me. Drums. The never-ending drums.

Lord President: The Untempered Schism. That’s when it began.
The Chancellor: History says the Master heard a rhythm. A torment that stayed with him for the rest of his life.
Lord President: A drumbeat. A warrior’s march.
The Chancellor: A symptom of insanity, my Lord.
Lord President: A rhythm of four. The heartbeat of a Time Lord.

The Doctor: The gate wasn’t enough. You’re still dying.
The Master: This body was born out of death. All it can do is die. What did you say to me? Back in the wasteland. You said “The End of Time”.
The Doctor: I said something is returning. I was shown a prophecy. That’s why I need your help.
The Master: What if I’m part of it? Don’t you see? The drum beat is calling from so far away. From the end of time itself. And now it’s been amplified six billion times. Triangulate all those singals, I could find its source! Look Doctor! That’s what your prophecy was! Me!

The Master: Where’s the TARDIS?
The Doctor: Just stop. Just think.
The Master: Kill him! I need that technology, Doctor. Tell me where it is or the old man is dead.
Wilfred: Don’t tell him!
The Master: I’ll kill him right now!
The Doctor: Actually the most impressive thing about you is that after all this time you’re still bone dead stupid.
The Master: Take aim.
The Doctor: You ‘ve got six billion pairs of eyes but you still can’t see the obvious, can you?
The Master: I what?
The Doctor: That guard is one inch too tall.

Rossiter: Oh my god I hit him! I’ve never hit anyone in my life.
Addams: Well come on! We need to get out of here fast.
Wilfred: God bless the cactuses.
The Doctor: That’s cactii.
Rossiter: That’s racist!

Addams: Come on! We’ve got to get out.
Rossiter: There’s too many buckles and straps.
Addams: Just… wheel him!
The Doctor: No no no! Get me out. NO! Don’t don’t!
Rossiter: Which way?
Addams: This way!
The Doctor: No no no, the other way. I’ve got my TARDIS!
Addams: I know what I’m doing.
The Doctor: No no no! Just listen to me! Not the stairs. Not the stairs! {they wheel him down the stairs} Worst. Rescue. Ever!

The Doctor: Where’s your flight deck?
Addams: But we’re safe! We’re a hundred thousand miles above the Earth!
The Doctor: And he’s got every single missile on the planet ready to fire.
Addams: … Good point.

The Doctor: We’ve gotta close it down!
Rossiter: No chance, mate. We’re going home.
Addams: We’re just a salvage team. Local politics got nothing to do with us. Not unless it’s a carnival. The sooner we get back to Vinvocci space the better.
The Doctor: We’re not leaving. {He fires on the controls and kills the power}

Wilfred: I know you though. I bet you’ve got a plan, haven’t you? Eh? Come on. You’ve always got a trick up your sleeve. Nice little bit o’ the Doctor flim flam sorta thing, eh? {The Doctor just stares at him}. Oh blimey.

The Master: Night has fallen. Are we ready?
The Master: Every single one of us is prepared.
The Master: Then we listen. All of us. Across the world. Just… listen…
Concentrate. Find the signal… There! The sound is tangible! Someone could only have designed this. But who?

The Chancellor: The signal has been sent. A simple task of four beats transmitted back through time. And implanted in The Master’s mind as a child.
Lord President: Then we have a link to where The Master is right now.
The Chancellor: But we’re still trapped inside the Time Lock, sir. The link is nothing more than a
thought, an idea.
Lord President: Then we need something to make the contact physical. Something… so simple.
The Visionary: So small and shining. Shining bright and cold. The tiny tiny star falling falling. Burning burning…

Wilfred: Doctor? Hello? Hello? Is that you? Doctor? Anyone? Anyone! {to himself} Oh I think I’m lost.
Woman: And yet you are found. Events are closing. The day is almost upon us. Tell me, old soldier, did you take arms?
Wilfred: I brought this. But what am I supposed to do?
Woman: This is The Doctor’s final battle. The end of his life. He must stand at arms. Or lose himself and all this world to the end of time.
Wilfred: But he never carries guns.
He doesn’t do… Who are you?
Woman: I was lost. So very long ago.

Wilfred: Got this old tub mended?
The Doctor: Just trying to fix the heating.

Wilfred: I’ve always dreamt of a view like that. {he laughs} Hee hee. I’m an astronaut! It’s dawn over England. Look! A brand new day. My wife’s buried down there. I might never visit her again now. Do you think he changed them? In their graves?
The Doctor: I’m sorry.
Wilfred: Not your fault.
The Doctor: Isn’t it?
Wilfred: Oh! 1948. I was over there. End of the Mandate in Palestine. Private Mott. Skinny little idiot I was. Stood on this rooftop in the middle of the skirmish. Like a blizzard, all them bullets in the air. The world gone mad. Yeah, you don’t want to listen to an old man’s tales, do you.
The Doctor: I’m older than you.
Wilfred: Get away.
The Doctor: I’m nine hundred and six.
Wilfred: Oh really though?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Wilfred: Nine hundred years. We must look like insects to you.
The Doctor: I think you look like giants.
Wilfred: Listen I want you to have this. I’ve kept it all this time and I thought—
The Doctor: No.
Wilfred: No, but if you take it you could….
The Doctor: No. You had that gun in the mansion. You could have shot The master there and then.
Wilfred: Too scared, I suppose.
The Doctor: I’d be proud.
Wilfred: Of what?
The Doctor: If you were my dad.
Wilfred: Oh come on. Don’t start. But you said you were told, he will knock four times and then you die. Well that’s him, isn’t it? The Master. That noise, in his head. The Master is gonna kill you.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Wilfred: Then kill him first.
The Doctor: That’s how The Master started. It’s not like I’m an innocent. I’ve taken lives. I got worse— I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own. Sometimes I think a Time Lord lives too long. {he looks at the gun} I can’t. I just can’t.
Wilfred: If The Master dies, what happens to all the people?
The Doctor: I don’t know.
Wilfred: Doctor. What happens?
The Doctor: The template snaps.
Wilfred: Will they go back to being human? {The Doctor nods} They’re alive and human. Then don’t you dare, sir. Don’t you dare put him before them. Now you take this. That’s an order, Doctor. Take the gun. You take the gun and save your life! And… please don’t die— you’re the most wonderful man and I don’t want you to die…
The Doctor: Never.

The Master: A star fell from the sky. Don’t you want to know where from? Because now it makes sense, Doctor.
Addams:It’s an open broadcast. Don’t reply. Or they’ll know where we are.
The Master: The whole of my life. My destiny. The star was a diamond. And the diamond is a white point star. And I have worked all night dissecting my new gift. Now the star is mine. I can increase the signal. And use it as a life line. Do you get it now? Do you see? Keep watching, Doctor. This should be spectacular. Over and out.

Wilfred: What’s he on about? What’s he doing? Doctor, what does that mean?
The Doctor: A white point star is only found on one planet. Gallifrey! Which means it’s the Time Lords. The Time Lords are returning!
Wilfred: Well I mean that’s good, isn’t it? That’s your people.

Lord President: Now the High Council of Time Lords must vote. Whether we die here today or return to the waking world and complete the ultimate sanction. For this is the hour when either Gallifrey falls. Or Gallifrey rises!
Time Lords: Gallifrey rises!

Wilfred: But you said your people were dead. Past tense.
The Doctor: Inside the Time War. And the whole war was time-locked. Like sealed inside a bubble. It’s not a bubble, but just think of a bubble. Nothing can get in or out of the time lock. Don’t you see? Nothing can get in or out except something that was already there.
Wilfred: The signal! Since he was a kid!
The Doctor: They can follow the signal. They can escape before they die.
Wilfred: Well there’ll be a big reunion. We’ll have a party.
The Doctor: There will be no party.
Wilfred: But I’ve heard you talk about your people like they’re wonderful.
The Doctor: That’s how I choose to remember them. The Time Lords of old. But then they went to war. An endless war. And it changed them. Right to the core. You’ve seen my enemies, Wilf. The Time Lords are more dangerous than any of them.
Addams: Time Lords? What Lords? Anyone want to explain?
The Doctor: Right! Yes! You! This is a salvage ship, yes? You’ve been trawling the asteroid fields for junk.
Addams: Yeah, what about it?
The Doctor: So you’ve got asteroid lasers!
Rossiter: Yeah, but they’re all frazzled.

The Doctor: Consider them unfrazzled. You there! What’s your name— I’m going to need you on navigation. And you, get in the laser pod! Wilfred—
Wilfred: Yes.
The Doctor: Laser number two. The old soldier’s got one more battle.
Addams: This ship can’t move. It’s dead.
The Doctor: Fixed the heating. {he powers up the ship}
Addams: But now they can see us!
The Doctor: Oh yes!

Addams: This is my ship and you’re not moving it. Step away from the wheel!
The Doctor: There’s an old Earth saying, Captain. A phrase of great power
and wisdom and consolation to the soul in times of need.
Addams: What’s that then?
The Doctor: Allons y!

The Master: He’s moving, sir.
The Master: Get a fix on him.
The Master: He’s moving very fast.

The Doctor: You two! What did I say? Lasers!
Rossiter: What for?
The Doctor: Because of the missiles! We’ve gotta fight off the entire planet.

Lord President: The vote is taken. Only two stand against. And will stand as monument to their shame. Like the Weeping Angels of old.

Addams: We’ve locked onto the house. We are going to stop though. Doctor? We are going to stop.

Lord President: My Lord Doctor. My Lord Master. We are gathered for the end.

Wilf: Turn it ’round! Land it!
Addams: We are not going in there.
Wilf: I am not leaving that man on his own. Not today. Land it!

The Doctor: Listen to me. You can’t.
Lord President: It is a fitting paradox that our salvation comes at the hands of our most infamous child.
The Doctor: He’s not saving you. Don’t you realize what he’s going?
The Master: Hey!
No! Hey! That’s mine. Hush. Look around you. I’ve transplanted myself into every single human being. But who wants a mongrel little species like them? Because now I can transplant myself into every single Time Lord. Oh yes! Mr. President, sir. Standing there all noble and resplendent. And decrepit. Think how much better you’re gonna look as me. {the Lord President turns mankind back into itself}
Lord President: On your knees, mankind.
The Master: That’s fine, that’s good. Because you said “salvation”. I still saved you. Don’t forget that!
Lord President
: The approach begins!
The Master: The approach of what?
The Doctor: “Something is returning.” Don’t you ever listen? That was the prophecy. Not some “one,” some “thing”.
The Master: What is it?
The Doctor: They’re not just bringing back the species. It’s Gallifrey! Right here. Right now.

The Master: But this is fantastic, isn’t it? The Time Lords restored.
The Doctor: You weren’t there. In the final days of the war. You never saw what was born. But if the time lock’s broken then everything is coming through. Not just the Daleks, but the Star of Degradations. The Horde of Travesties. The Nightmare Child. The Could-Have-Been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres. The war turned into hell! And that’s what you’ve opened. Right above the Earth. Hell is descending.
The Master: My kind of world.
The Doctor: Just listen! ‘Cause even the Time Lords can’t survive that.
Lord President: We will initiate the Final Sanction. The end of time will come. At my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the time vortex apart.
The Master: That’s suicide.

Lord President: We will ascend! To become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies. Free of time. And cause and effect, where creation itself ceases to be.
The Doctor: You see now. That’s what they were planning. In the final days of the war. I had to stop them.
The Master: Then… take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory!
Lord President: You are diseased. Albeit a disease of our own making. No more. {The Doctor takes aim at the Lord President} Choose your enemy well. We are many. The Master is but one.
The Master: But he’s the president. Kill him and Gallifrey could be yours. {The Doctor takes aim at The Master} He’s to blame. Not me! Oh… the link is inside my head. Kill me, the link gets broken, they go back. You never would, you coward. Go on then. Do it! {The Doctor takes aim at the Lord President} Exactly! It’s not just me, it’s him! Kill him!
Lord President: The final act of your life is murder. But which one of us.

The Doctor: The link is broken. Back into the time war, Rassilon. Back into hell!
The Visionary: Gallifrey falling! Gallifrey falling!
Lord President: You die with me, Doctor!
The Doctor: I know.

The Master: Get out of the way. {he fires at the Lord President} You did this to me! All of my life! You made me! One! Two! Three! Four!

The Doctor: I’m alive. I’m still alive. {Four knocks}
Wilfred: They’re gone then? Good-o. If you could, let me out.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Wilfred: Only this thing seems to be making a bit of a noise.
The Doctor: The Master left the nuclear bolt running. It’s gone into overload.
Wilfred: And that’s bad is it?
The Doctor: No. ‘Cause all the excess radiation gets vented inside there. Vinvocci glass contains it. All five hundred thousand rads about to flood that thing.
Wilfred: Oh. Well you better let me out then.
The Doctor: Except it’s gone critical. Touch one control and it floods. Even this would set it off.
Wilfred: I’m sorry. Look, just leave me.
The Doctor: Okay, right then. I will. ‘Cause you had to go in there, didn’t you? You had to go and get stuck! Oh yes! ‘Cause that’s who you are, Wilfred.
You were always this… waiting for me all this time.
Wilfred: No really. Just leave me. I’m an old man, Doctor. I’ve had my time.
The Doctor: Well exactly! Look at you. Not remotely important! But me? I could do so much more! So much more! But this is what I get. My reward. Well it’s not fair! {silence}. Oh… I’ve lived too long.
Wilfred: No. No no please don’t. No no! Please don’t! Please!
The Doctor: Wilfred. It’s my honor. Better be quick! 3-2-1 {enters the chamber}

Wilfred: Hello.
The Doctor: Hi.
Wilfred: Still with us.
The Doctor: System’s dead. I absorbed it all. Whole thing’s kaput. Oh. Now it opens, yes.
Wilfred: Well there we are then. Safe and sound. Mind you, you’re in a hell of a state. You’ve got some battle scars there. But they’ve… Your— your face. How did you do that?
The Doctor: It’s started.

Mickey and Martha
Mickey: I told you to stay behind.
Martha: You looked like you needed help. Besides, you’re the one who persuaded me to go freelance.
Mickey: Yeah, but— we’re being fired at by a Sontoran. A dumpling with a gun. And this is no place for a married woman.
Martha: Well then. You shouldn’t have married me.
Above them, The Doctor takes out the Sontoran.
Mickey: If we go in here, and down to the factory floor, and down past that corridor. Then he won’t know that we’re here. Martha sees the Doctor.
Martha: Mickey. Mickey.

Sarah Jane Smith and Luke
Luke: That was the maddest Christmas ever, Clive. Mom still doesn’t know what happened. She got Mr. Smith to put out this story saying that wifi went mad all across the world giving everyone hallucinations. I mean how else are you going explain everyone with a different face. {The Doctor grabs him just as a car is about to hit him} It’s you. You’re the— Mum! Mum!
Sarah Jane Smith (Elisabeth Sladen): What? What is it?
Luke: It’s him. It’s The Doctor.

Captain Jack (and Alonzo)
Bartender handing a note to Jack: From the man over there. {Reads: His name is Alonzo}
{Jack and The Doctor salute}
Jack: So Alonzo. Goin’ my way?
Alonzo (Russell Tovey): How do you know my name?
Jack: I’m kind of psychic.
Alonzo: Really? Know
what I’m thinking right now?
Jack: Oh yeah.

Verity Newman
Verity: No, it’s not just a story, no. Every word of it’s true. I found my great grandmother’s diary in the loft. And she was a nurse in 1913. She fell in love with this man called John Smith. Except he was a visitor. From another world. She fell in love with a man from the stars. And she wrote it all down. {Signing the next book} And who’s it for?
The Doctor: The Doctor.
Verity: “To The Doctor”. Funny. That’s the name he used.
The Doctor: Was she happy? In the end?
Verity: Yes. Yes she was. Were you?

Donna
Nerys: You made me wear peach.
Donna: That’s ’cause you are a peach. Fairer skin, stone inside. Going off.

Wilfred: And here you are. Same old face. Didn’t I tell you, you’d be alright. Oh! They’ve arrested Mr. Naismith. It was on the news. “Crimes undisclosed”. And his daughter— both of them, locked up. But I keep thinking, Doctor. There’s one thing you never told me. That woman. Who was she?
The Doctor: I just wanted to give you this. Wedding present. Thing is, I never
carry money so I just popped back in time. Borrowed a quid off a really lovely man. Jeffrey Noble, his name was. “Have it,” he says. “Have that on me.”

Ood Sigma: We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending. But the story never ends.