Doctor Who Tenth Doctor

Specials

2009.04.11    

David Tennant

Planet of the Dead

The Doctor: Hello, I’m the Doctor. Happy Easter!

The Doctor: Funny thing is, I don’t usually do Easter. I can never find it. It’s always at a different time. Although! I remember the original. Between you and me, what really happened was—

The Doctor: Call it a hunch but I think we’ve gone a little bit further than Brigstown.

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

Barclay: Hold on a minute. I saw you man! You had that thing— that thing. Did you make this happen?
The Doctor: Oh… humans on buses. Always blaming me. Look if you must know I was tracking a hole in the fabric of reality (call it a hobby) but it was a tiny little hole. No danger to anyone.

Christina: Then we have to drive five tons of bus—which is currently buried in the sand—and we’ve got nothing but our bare hands. Correct?
The Doctor: I’d say nine and a half tons. But the point still stands.

The Doctor: Never mind losing half the top deck. You know what’s worse? Sand.

The Doctor: It’d be easier if you left that backpack behind.
Christina: Where I go it goes.
The Doctor: Backpack with a spade and an ax. Christina, who’s going so far away and yet scared by the sound of a siren. Who are you?
Christina: You can talk. Let’s just say we’re two equal mysteries.
The Doctor: We make quite a couple.
Christina: We don’t make any sort of couple, thank you very much. C’mon then, tell me. If Carmen’s right—that wormhole’s not an accident—then what is it? Has someone done this on purpose.
The Doctor: I don’t know. But every single instinct of mine is telling me to get off this planet right now.
Christina: Do you think we can?
The Doctor: I live in hope.
Christina: That must be nice.

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.

The Doctor: Bit of a hush, thank you. Gotta remember the number. Very important number.
Pizza Geronimo: Hello, Pizza Geronimo.
The Doctor: Then again.

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.

Christina: What are they doing?
The Doctor: They believe me.
Christina: What, it’s as simple as that?
The Doctor: I’ve got a very honest face. And the translator says I’m telling the truth. Plus the face.

Christina: That lordship of yours. Lord of where, exactly.
The Doctor: Of Time. I come from a race of people called Time Lords.
Christina: You’re an alien.
The Doctor: Yeah… You don’t have to kiss me either.
Christina: You look human.
The Doctor: You look Time Lord.

The Doctor: Incredible. They swarm out the wormhole, strip the planet bare, and then move on to the next world. To start the life cycle again.
Christina: So… they make the wormholes?
The Doctor: They must do.
Christina: But how? They don’t exactly look like technicians. And if the wormhole belongs to them why are they a hundred miles away?
The Doctor: Because they need to be? Oh that’s bonkers.

Christina: How does the crystal drive the bus?
The Doctor: In a… super clever outer-spacey way.

The Doctor: Oh the places I’ve been. WWI. The creation of the universe. The end of the universe. The war between China and Japan. And… the court of King Athelstan in 924 AD. I don’t remember you being there.

The Doctor: I need something non-corrosive. Something malleable. Something ductile. Something… gold.
Christina: Oh no you don’t.
The Doctor: Christina, what is it worth now?
Barclay: Hey hey, use this.
The Doctor: I said gold.
Barclay: It is gold.
The Doctor: Oh they saw you coming.

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.

DI McMillan: I’m charging you too. Aiding and abetting.
The Doctor: Yes. I’ll just step inside this police box and arrest myself.

Christina: We could have been so good together.
The Doctor: Christina! We were.

The Waters of Mars

Captain Adelaide Brooke: State your name, rank and intention.
The Doctor: The Doctor. Doctor. Fun.

Captain Brooke: You can cut the chat everyone.
The Doctor: Actually “chat” is second on my list. The first being “gun”. Pointed at my head. Which then puts my head second and chat third I think. Gun head chat. Yeah. I hate lists. But you could hurt someone with that thing. Just, put it down.
Captain Brooke: Oh you’d like that.
The Doctor: Could you find me someone who wouldn’t?
Captain Brooke: Why should I trust you?
The Doctor: Because I give you my word. And forty million miles away from home my word is all you’ve got.

Gadget: Gadget Gadget.
The Doctor: Does it have to keep saying that?
Roman Groom: I think it’s funny.
The Doctor: I hate funny robots.

Captain Brooke: As I said, Doctor. Everyone knows our names.
The Doctor: Oh. They’ll never forget them.

The Doctor: I should go. I really should go. I’m sorry. I’m sorry with all of my hearts. But it’s one of those very rare times when I’ve got no choice. It’s been an honor. Seriously. A very great honor to meet you all. The Martian pioneers. Thank you. Thank you.

Brooke: What’s so important about Mia’s age? You said she’s only 27. Why’s it matter? What’s that mean?
The Doctor: Oh… I just open my mouth and words come out. They don’t make much sense.
Ital: You’re telling me.
The Doctor: Thank you, Doctor.
Ital: Any time Doctor.

The Doctor: I hate robots. Did I say?
Groom: Yeah, and he’s not too found of you. What’s wrong with robots?
The Doctor: It’s not the robots, it’s the people. Dressing them up and giving them silly voices. Like you’re reducing them.
Groom: Yeah. Friend of mine, she made her domestic robot look like a dog.
The Doctor: Ah well, dogs… that’s different.

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?
The Doctor: I don’t know. That sounds like me. The maintenance man of the universe.

The Doctor: Human beings are sixty percent water, so that makes them the perfect host.
Brooke: What for?
The Doctor: I dunno. And I never will. Because I’ve got to go. Whatever’s started here, I can’t see it to the end. I can’t.

The Doctor: This thing’s airtight, yeah?
Brooke: And therefore watertight.
The Doctor: Depends how clever the water is.

Brooke: We’re safe. It’s hermetically sealed. They can’t get in.
The Doctor: Water is patient, Adelaide. Water just waits. Wears down the cliff tops, the mountains. The whole of the world. Water always wins.

The Doctor: Blimey, it’s a distance. You could do with bikes in this place.
Brooke: Every pound in weight equals three tons of fuel.
The Doctor: Yeah I know. But… bikes!

The Doctor: Of course, the only problem is—
Brooke: Thank you, Doctor. Your space suit will be returned and good luck to you.
The Doctor: The problem is, this thing is clever. It didn’t infect the birds or the insects in the biodome. It chose the humans. You were chosen. And I told you, Adelaide, water can wait. Tarak changed straight away. But when Maggie was infected it stayed hidden inside her. No doubt so it could infiltrate the central dome. Which means—
Brooke: Any of us could already be infected. We’ve all been drinking the same water.
The Doctor: If you take that back to Earth. One drop, just one drop.

The Doctor: All I’m saying is, bikes! Little, foldaway bikes. Don’t weigh a thing.

The Doctor: They tell legends of Mars, long ago. A fine and noble race built an empire out of snow. The Ice Warriors.
Brooke: I haven’t got time for stories.
The Doctor: Perhaps they found something down there. Used their might and their wisdom to freeze it.

The Doctor: This moment—this precise moment in time—it’s like…. I mean it’s only a theory, what do I know. But. I think certain moments in time are fixed. Tiny, precious moments. Everything else is in flux, but those certain moments, they have to stand. This base on Mars, with you Adelaide Brooke, this is one vital moment. What happens here must always happen.
Brooke: Which is what?
The Doctor: I don’t know. I think something wonderful happens. Something that started 50 years ago. Isn’t that right?
Brooke: I’ve never told anyone that.
The Doctor: You told your daughter. And maybe one day she tells the story to her daughter. The day the Earth was stolen and moved across the universe. And you…
Brooke: I saw the Daleks.

The Doctor: Imagine it, Adelaide, if you began a journey that takes the human race all the way out to the stars. It begins with you. And then your granddaughter, you inspire her. So that in thirty years Susie Fontana Brooke is the pilot of the first lightspeed ship to Proxima Centauri. And then everywhere. With her children, and her children’s children, forging the way. To the Dragon Star, the Celestial Belt of the Winter Queen. The map of the Water Snake Wormholes. One day a Brooke will even fall in love with a Tandonian prince. And that’s the start of a whole new species. And everything starts with you, Adelaide. From fifty years ago to right here. Today.
Brooke: Who are you? Why are you telling me this, Doctor? Why tell me?
The Doctor: As consolation.

Brooke: Tell me what happens.
The Doctor: I dunno.
Brooke: Yes you do. Now tell me.
The Doctor: You should be with the others.
Brooke: Tell me! I could ramp up the pressure in that airlock and crush you.
The Doctor: Except you won’t. You could have shot Andy Stone but you didn’t. I loved you for that. Imagine… Imagine you knew something… Imagine you found yourself somewhere. I don’t know, Pompeii. Imagine you were in Pompeii.
Brooke: What the hell’s that got to do with it?
The Doctor: And you try to save them. But in doing so you make it happen. Anything I do just makes it happen.

The Doctor: You’re taking Action One. There are four more standard action procedures. And action five is—
Brooke: Detonation.
The Doctor: The final option. The nuclear device at the heart of the central dome. Today, on the 21st of November, 2059 Captain Brooke activates that device taking the base and all her crew members with her. No one ever knows why. But you were saving Earth. That’s what inspires your granddaughter. She takes your people out into the galaxy because you die. On Mars. You die today. She flies out there like she’s trying to meet you.
Brooke: I won’t die. I will not.
The Doctor: But your death creates the future.
Brooke: Help me. Why won’t you help, Doctor, if you know all of this? Why can’t you change it?
The Doctor: I can’t.
Brooke: Why can’t you find a way?
The Doctor: I’m sorry but I can’t. Sometimes I can. Sometimes I do. Most times I can save someone. Or anyone. But not you. You wondered all your life why that Dalek spared you. I think it knew. Your death is fixed in time forever. And that’s right.
Brooke: You’ll die here too. What’s going to save you?
The Doctor: Captain Adelaide Brooke.
Brooke: Damn you.

The Doctor: Mia! Take this sealant, fix that beam. Yuri! Open the emergency oxygen. Adelaide! Don’t just sit there. That’s better! The dome’s still got integrity. It’s ten feet of steel combination made in Liverpool. Magnificent workmanship!
Brooke: It can’t be stopped. Don’t die with us.
The Doctor: No. ‘Cause someone told me just recently. They said I was gonna die.
They said “He will knock four times” and I think I know what that means. And it doesn’t mean right here, right now. ‘Cause I don’t hear anyone knocking, do you? Andy starts banging on the door Three knocks is all you’re getting. water and electricity, bad mix! Now then, what else’ve we got?
Brooke: But there’s no way to fight them!
The Doctor: Heat! They use water, so we can use heat. Once against the Ice Warriors, once against the flood.
Brooke: But you said we die. For the future! For the human race!
The Doctor: Yes, because there are laws. There are laws of time. And once upon a time there were people in charge of those rules. But they died. They all died. So you know who that leaves? Me! It’s taken me all these years to realize, the laws of time are mine! And they will obey me!
Brooke: Environmental controls are down. Sorry Doctor, it looks like history’s got other ideas.

The Doctor: We’re not just fighting the flood. We’re fighting time itself. And I’m gonna win!

The Doctor: Who needs atom clamps? I have a funny robot!

The Doctor: Adelaide, what are you doing?
Bennett: Action Five.
The Doctor: If I have to fight you as well, then I will.

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.

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 Doctor: That’s for me to decide. Now you better get home. Aw! It’s all locked up. You’ve been away. Still, that’s easy. All yours.
Brooke: Is there nothing you can’t do?
The Doctor: Not anymore.

The Doctor seeing Ood Sigma: I’ve gone too far. Is this it? My death? Is it time?

The End of Time (Part One)

The Doctor: Ah! Now, sorry. There you are. So. Where were we? I was summoned, wasn’t I? And Ood in the snow, calling to me. Well I didn’t exactly come straight here. Had a bit of fun, you know. Travelled about, did this and that. Got into trouble, you know me. It was brilliant. I saw the Phosphorus Carousel of the Great Magellan Gestalt. Saved a planet from the Red Carnivorous Morg. Named a galaxy Allison. Got married. That was a mistake. Good Queen Bess. And let me tell you, her nickname is no longer… ahem. Anyway. What d’you want?
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.

The Doctor: Please, let me help! You’re burning up your own life force.

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.

Donna to the policewoman: Don’t you touch this car!
The Doctor watching: She’s not changed.
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 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 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. But it’s all part of the convergence. Maybe… maybe touching Donna’s subconscience. Oh she’s still fighting for it even now. The Doctor-Donna.

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.

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 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.

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: 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.

The End of Time (Part Two)

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.

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: 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.

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.

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 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.

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 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 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.

The Doctor: Oo. She’s smiling. As if today wasn’t bad enough. Anyway. Don’t go thinking this is goodbye, Wilf. I’ll see you again. One more time.
Wilfred: What do you mean? When’s that?
The Doctor: Just… keep looking. I’ll be there.
Wilfred: Where are you going?
The Doctor: To get my reward.

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.”

And Rose…
Rose: You alright, mate?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Too much to drink?
The Doctor: Something like that.
Rose: Maybe it’s time you went home.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Anyway. Happy New Year.
The Doctor: And you. What year is this?
Rose: Blimey, how much have you had? 2005. January the first.
The Doctor: 2005. Tell you what. I bet you’re going to have a really great year.
Rose: Yeah? {she nods and smiles} See ya.

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.

The Doctor: I don’t want to go.