Death of the Doctor The Sarah Jane Adventures

This is where Sarah Jane Smith lives.

And it's home to things way beyond your imagination.

There's an extraterrestrial supercomputer in the wall,

her son, a genetically engineered boy genius,

a schoolgirl investigator across the road,

and a whole universe of adventure, right here on the doorstep.

-Ready?

-Always.

No, cos I had to do this essay. 2,000 words on pendulum physics.

It was fascinating, but then everyone wanted to go out for a burger,

and I thought, "Why not?"

-So we all went into town, and...

-Well, I hope you finished your work.

Sanjay owes me five quid, I bet him you'd say that!

-Right, and who's Sanjay?

-Oh, he's just down the hall. He's brilliant.

We just clicked straight away. He's smart,

he's cool, he keeps making me laugh.

I think he's the best mate I've ever had all my life.

-Oh, your face! That is brilliant!

-What?! I...

Oh, that is such a classic!

Forget next week, swot boy, you're on your own.

ALARM BLARES

Emergency broadcast!

UNIT armed forces are converging on this house, Sarah Jane. Right now!

Stop right there!

-I'm not having soldiers on my property.

-Everything OK?

Yes, fine. They're just leaving.

Miss Smith, my name is Colonel Tia Karim,

representing the Unified Intelligence Task Force.

If I could have a word in private?

No, you're not getting any closer. Just tell me. What do you want?

I'm sorry, but it's my solemn duty to inform you that your friend,

the Doctor, is dead.

-Don't be stupid.

-He can't be.

Last Sunday, at 1700 hours,

the body of a Time Lord was returned to the Earth.

UNIT scientists have checked the DNA results, and it's definitely him.

I'm sorry, Miss Smith, for your loss.

Sorry for the whole wide world, because he's gone.

The Doctor's gone.

He's dead.

The Doctor was found 10,000 light years away

by a race called the Shansheeth.

They sent us this. It's called an epitaph stone.

It's a recording device, the equivalent to a death notice.

The Shansheeth are what you might call...intergalactic undertakers.

Oh, come on. This is ridiculous! There's no such thing!

Sarah Jane, I can confirm

the Shansheeth are known throughout the universe

as the carers of the dead.

It is said they trawl the battlefields of outer space,

looking for heroes to bring home.

Yeah? Well, that's quite enough from you, thanks!

Just shut up. Play this thing.

I bring condolences from the Claw Shansheeth of the 15th Funeral Fleet

-upon this terrible day.

-Well!

As if you'd trust that thing? Just look at him!

Hey, that's not fair.

Since when did we judge by appearances?

Since this lot started lying!

OK. But look. I hope this is all a big mistake, I really do.

For the Doctor's sake we've got to find the facts,

which means...we stop and we listen.

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

Mr Smith?

The Shansheeth did journey to the wastelands of the Crimson Heart,

whereupon we found the body of the last Time Lord.

Witnesses say that he perished saving the lives of 500 children

-from the Scarlet Monstrosity.

-Sounds like him.

The Doctor's home world is long since lost.

But legends talk of his love for the Earth.

Therefore, the Shansheeth will return the Doctor to the human race.

Oh, weep for him, peoples of the Earth.

Mourn his loss, for the universe feels darker tonight.

So what do you think?

UNIT will take charge of the funeral

in conjunction with the Shansheeth.

We'll be using UNIT Base 5, situated inside Mount Snowdon.

We can arrange transport and accommodation for all of you.

-Thank you.

-Then you'll come?

Oh, yes.

Nothing's going to make me miss this.

I'll be there.

So what was all that about, with the soldiers and stuff?

She's weird, Sarah Jane, there's always something happening over...

Hey, what's that for?!

Don't you ever go anywhere, OK?

-Not even to the shops?

-Nope.

Not anywhere. Promise?

I promise.

I always thought if ever the Doctor dies, I'll know.

Somehow I'll just feel it.

Wherever he is, if he's far away on some distant star

or lost in the depths of dark ages,

I'll know.

But I didn't. I didn't feel a thing.

I know, Mum, but it doesn't actually mean anything.

No, maybe it does, though. Cos I don't think he's dead.

He can't be!

Yeah, I'm going to go to that funeral, Luke,

but only to find out what's going on.

Because I think the Doctor's still alive.

Luke says Sarah Jane's gone mad.

Don't be so rude. He wouldn't say "mad" about his own mother.

No. He said, "Nutty, fruity, loop-the-loop, tonto barmy bonkers."

-Be fair, though, sir, he's worried.

-It's like your mum.

Remember when Grandad died?

She washed everything. Curtains. Furniture. Me.

She even washed the walls. Who washes walls?

It went on for days, and then she just started crying.

It takes time. Cos when someone dies it's so massive,

it's like you can't fit it all inside your head.

That's what Sarah Jane's doing. She's denying it.

So, what do we do?

Wait. That's all you can do.

Friends just wait.

Bang on time.

Don't worry, Haresh, I'll look after them.

Sorry to hear your bad news.

There's no need. I'm fine.

Bye.

Keep the school running without me, sir.

While I head off in my nice, big, posh motor.

Argh! Did you see that?!

Static electricity. If you paid more attention in class...

Come on, you, get in!

Now THAT is what I call a base!

TANNOY: 'Silo 15 now entering decontamination.

'Staff to holding position. Repeat. All staff to holding position.'

We've allocated bedrooms.

The funeral will take place at 0900 hours tomorrow,

so that gives you time to acclimatise.

The doors to the funeral wing will be sealed at 2100 hours.

This is still a working military base,

so you'll only have access to the specified areas.

That's nice(!) Bring us all this way to tell us we're not trusted.

-So who else is coming?

-Well, it's all been a bit of a rush.

The Brigadier's stranded in Peru,

and Miss Shaw can't make it back from Moonbase until Sunday.

You've got a moonbase?!

Oh, man, I am running out of reactions.

You've got Graske!

-What are you doing with Graske?

-I knew it.

-I said there was something going on.

-Sorry, what's the problem?

We've met Graske before, and believe me, they're trouble!

Oh, they're not Graske, they're Groske.

Groske very different!

Groske are blue! Hate Graske!

Graske make me stamp my feet!

The Groske were stranded on Earth in 2006.

We took them in, and they've been earning their keep as workmen.

Groske build rocket for funeral!

Come and see, come and see!

Rocket X-15 will take the Doctor's body into space,

sealed inside a lead-lined coffin.

Then he'll be set free.

-In death, as in life.

-Very poetic.

I think it's beautiful.

Just what he deserves.

-What about the TARDIS?

-There was no sign of it.

The body was found all alone.

Blimey, though! Not a bad way to go!

That's a real, proper rocket.

-GROSKE:

-Boy smells!

Oh, thanks a bunch(!)

You short little titch!

Clyde, of all the things for you to laugh at, height?

Yeah, you smelly bad smell-boy.

You blue, bluey blueness.

This area's about to be sealed off as part of the curfew.

I can take you to your bedrooms.

The Shansheeth are holding a gathering of remembrance.

Just watch it, you.

But you see? So bright!

You smell of time.

What do you mean?

He's coming!

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

The Claw Shansheeth invites you to spend tonight

reflecting in the memories of a loved one lost.

-WHISPERS:

-So who are all these people?

Old soldiers.

It's not easy to find friends of the Doctor.

He'd come and go without a trace.

Think of all the lives he touched.

The whole planet should be in mourning. But no-one knows.

Can I see him?

I don't think you'd want to.

That sounds to me like you're hiding something.

Sarah Jane, he was hurt.

Hey, come on, let's go and sit down.

I don't even know what he looks like.

I'm sorry?

I think he regenerated, cos the last time I saw him he didn't say a word,

he just looked at me, as though...

That body could have a different face,

-and I wouldn't even know if it was him or not.

Honoured guests steeped in grief and misery,

this is the cradle of the lost chord.

Its bittersweet melody...

If you don't mind, I just need to gather my thoughts on my own.

Yeah, sure.

Close your eyes.

Remember.

MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYS

Come on!

GLASS SMASHES

Oh, sorry, just ignore me. I brought flowers, which was silly, really.

There's no need, is there?

But I saw these lilies, and I thought they were appropriate.

Oh, and the vase was so beautiful.

It was hand-blown by Asian-Argentines.

Well, I don't suppose it was actually hand-blown, because, well,

-glass would get really, really hot.

-I'm so sorry for your loss.

Oh, thank you. Oh, aren't you lovely?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I know, it's terrible, isn't it?

You are so gorgeous.

I wish I had my glasses.

You're like a vulture, a great, big alien vulture.

Babe, aren't they wonderful? No, no, no, don't be afraid.

It's just like I taught you.

You know, I've missed all this.

Hey, listen, babe,

can you do something with those for me? There's a good boy. Thanks.

I'm sorry, I'm making an awful lot of noise, aren't I?

Although there is this tribe called the Nambikwara.

You know, from the Mato Grosso.

I lived there for about six months in '83.

When there's a funeral, they sing all night.

I mean, they sound like birds.

Honestly, it is the most astonishing sound I've ever heard.

Sorry, um, do I know you?

We've never actually met, but...

It's Jo Grant, isn't it?

Wow! It's a long time since I've been called that.

Actually it's Jo Jones since I got married.

I arrived just after you left. You'd gone to live on the Amazon.

Oh, they told me about you!

-You must be...

-Sarah Jane Smith.

Oh, darling!

After all this time!

Oh, and look at you.

Oh, you're so beautiful!

Sorry. That's my gran. You'll get used to her.

She looks fantastic. I'm Rani.

-And I'm Clyde, mate. You all right?

-Yeah. My name's Santiago.

-Wow, good name!

-Yeah, it's where I was born -

in a caravan at the foothills of the Andes.

They should've called you Andy!

With respect, the cradle will continue.

I think he's telling us to behave.

It's like being at a school assembly.

Wouldn't know. Never been to school.

What? How come?

We're always travelling the world.

-What, are you rich?

-No, just the opposite.

But Mum and Dad, they got it from Gran.

-She's spent her life going from country to country.

-Doing what?

Protesting. Like that G8 summit - she chained herself to the railings.

And that climate change conference - Dad got arrested. Twice.

Mum's in Japan trying to stop whaling ships.

-Wow! Serious life.

-Yeah.

Just to get here today,

we were on the southern plateau of the Tierra del Fuego.

So we had to hike to Buenos Aires, get a boat to Las Malvinas,

and a cargo plane across the Atlantic. Where are you guys from?

BOTH: Ealing.

Oh, they used to tell so many stories about you at UNIT.

Those soldier boys.

Oooh, happy days!

-So you're still married?

-Oh, yes.

He's picketing an oil rig in the Ascension Islands at the moment.

-And I've got seven children.

-Seven!

And Santiago is one of 12 grandchildren.

Would you believe, number 13 on its way? How about you, sweetie?

Oh, I've got a son. He's called Luke, he's just gone to university.

Oh, no dad on the picture.

Ah, playing the field. Good on you, girl!

No, not exactly, but...

Oh, it's funny, all of this today, cos it got me thinking.

Cos the Doctor showed me such a remarkable life,

and when he went, it just took me a long while to get over it.

Me too. You know, sometimes I think I've never stopped running.

Then he came back, and I realised the life I wanted

was right under my nose all that time.

Who came back?

The Doctor?

-Yeah.

-Recently?

Oh, about four years ago.

I...I never saw him again.

Oh, well, it was just a coincidence.

The first time, we were both investigating this case.

The first time? You mean it was more than once?

-Yeah.

-Oh.

He must have really liked you.

You know, it's funny, but I have this notion.

if the Doctor died one day,

I mean, even if he was as far away as Metebelis Three, that...

Well, that I'd feel it. You know, in my heart.

That's exactly what I thought.

But I didn't feel a thing.

Nor me. Not a peep.

Do you think the same as me?

What? Because I think...

BOTH: He's still alive!

Right. We need to make a list,

because we need to work out who'd fake the Doctor's death, and why.

Ah, and these can help us to think!

They're scented with jatamansi oil.

It's a herb from the banks of the Ganges. It helps to focus the mind.

We'll just go and get some tea.

Oh, no, no, no, just hot water for me, please, sweetheart.

I've got some powdered lapacho.

You know, the Doctor took me to this planet once, called Peladon,

and the smell of lapacho... Well, it reminds me

-of the Royal Palace.

-I went to Peladon!

-You never did!

-With the great beast Aggedor?

-Same planet!

OK. Laters.

TANNOY: 'Funeral wing now closing. Repeat, funeral wing now closing.'

It's tragic. He's dead, but they just can't face it.

I never met the Doctor. I always wanted to, but... too late.

-I wish he was here right now.

-Yeah, me too.

No, I really wish he was here right now cos then he could explain this.

-It's happening again!

-I know! But I can't say anything, can I?!

Not inside UNIT - they'd lock me up and dissect me!

Hold on, what do you mean, it's happening again?

Well, last time we met the Doctor, it was at Sarah Jane's wedding,

and we got stuck in this time loop thing.

And the TARDIS, the Doctor's time machine,

it was phasing in and out of reality.

I touched it, and got zapped with this stuff.

Artron energy, the Doctor said.

I think it was part of the TARDIS.

-Whoa! And you thought my life was good?!

-Smelly getting closer!

-What do you know about this stuff?

-Closer and closer!

Oi! Come back here, blue boy!

He's like a mouse in the skirting board! You coming?

Yeah. Honestly, it'll be fine. We do this kind of thing all the time.

Hey, my gran once handcuffed herself to Robert Mugabe. I'm loving it!

Oi!

Groske!

Where are you?!

Clyde! Keep it down!

This is a top-secret military base and they might shoot us dead.

Oh, and I kind of promised my dad I'd be in bed by 10.30pm.

Brothers of the wing,

I have filleted the cradle to find the most powerful memories.

-With what results?

-The women.

The two wise women of the tribe.

They remember the late Doctor most strongly of all.

The cradle sings!

Surround them with song!

Tempt them with days long past!

The memories must grow if we are to succeed.

HE PLAYS MELANCHOLIC HARP MUSIC

There's that music again.

Reminds me...

The Doctor took me to this planet once, called Karfel,

and they had a leisure garden, and the plants could sing.

He took me to Italy...once.

San Martino, 1492.

I remember this magnificent garden. It smelled of oranges, vanilla...

Deeper! The sleep of memories!

Drashigs, Axons, Ogrons,

the Daleks...

-Cybermen, Zygons...

-Azal...

The trap has worked. Such excellent and sorrowful memories.

What have we stopped for?

-Hush a minute.

-Clyde, I'm staring at your bum.

No, seriously, ssh!

The women are named Smith, Sarah Jane, and Jones, Josephine.

We must drain their minds.

-What of their bodies?

-They will die.

Fortunately, there are excellent undertakers at hand.

Guys, back up.

-We have to get out of here.

-ELECTRICAL BUZZING

No, no, no, no, no!

Back up, back up, back up!

We are witnessed!

-There's no room to turn round.

-Go backwards! Shuffle!

SHANSHEETH ROARS

Faster! Shuffle for your life!

Fly fast, my brothers!

Stop them! Stop the children!

-Jo? Jo, wake up!

-What?

-Rani? Clyde?

-Where is everyone?

-I think there's something wrong.

Wrong? You mean just like the old days sort of wrong?

-Exactly like the old days.

-Oh, groovy!

-We've got to get out of here, OK?

-OK.

There you are!

Sarah Jane, it's the Shansheeth. They're lying through their beaks.

They want you and Jo. This whole thing's a trap.

-I knew it!

-Hold on! If they're lying,

-that means the Doctor's still alive!

-Yes!

Of course I am. I thought that was obvious. Catch up!

I beg your pardon?

-Clyde? Is that you?

-Course it's not, it's me!

I'm using Clyde as a receiver.

I've keyed into his residual artron energy for a very complicated swap

across 10,000 light years. Hold on.

HE YELLS

That wasn't me! That wasn't me speaking!

I'm getting...

That's not my hand.

Cos my hand's not white.

Sorry, Clyde, but...

-this...space...

-Noooo!

-..is...taken! Good.

So. Gosh. That was different.

-Hello, everyone!

-Who are you?

-Where's Clyde?

-Come on, Rani, use your brain!

Clyde and I swapped places. I'm where he was, he's where I was.

Which means, right now... Oooh, he's in a lot of trouble.

Doctor?

Doctor!

You bring him back, whoever you are!

No, no, no, no, no, Rani, don't you see?

It's you, isn't it? Ah, you've done it again.

Hello, Sarah Jane.

-Doctor?

-That's the Doctor?

-What Doctor? THE Doctor? MY Doctor?

-Well, he can change his face.

I know, but into a baby's?

Oi, imagine it from my point of view.

Last time I saw you, Jo Grant, you were, what, 21, 22?

-It's like someone baked you.

-Hey, everyone! Meanwhile!

Ah, yes, the Claw Shansheeth of the 15th Funeral Fleet.

I've been looking for you.

Have you been telling people I'm dead?

I apologise. The death notice was released a little too soon.

Though I can rectify this, immediately!

I'm so sorry for your loss, Doctor.

Rest in peace!

MECHANICAL PULSING

Sounds like a countdown.

-But I was on a planet...

-No, no, never mind that - run!

Faster, faster, faster!

Come along, Smith!

No, no, no, don't slow down!

Take me back!

In! In! In! In! In!

I'm sorry, is there a problem?

Sorry, I was...slamming it.

Right! Now we need to lock it. Come on, use the sonic lipstick.

-Haven't you got the screwdriver?!

-They took it.

-Wow, they do sonic lipsticks now.

-We're running out of time.

-I need you, Sarah, and you, Jo.

-Need us for what?

Remember the old days when we'd go zooming off to faraway worlds?

I'm getting space-sick!

No, no, no, let's get you working properly.

-Stop, stop, stop!

-Where are we?

The Wasteland of the Crimson Heart. PULSING STOPS

Planet Earth's that way. Bit of a long walk. Sonic, please!

Wow!

Oh, so many years since I was on another planet.

Me too.

I'm sorry, but can I help? Is there something wrong?

She's on our side, isn't she?

Think about it. The Doctor's been avoiding her, but why?

Because someone inside UNIT had to fake the DNA results.

Colonel Karim. She's in league with the Shansheeth!

Not as daft as they look, for two batty old pensioners

and a bunch of ASBO kids.

How on earth did they summon the Doctor?

They have powers unforeseen.

Right. First things first.

We need to clear this place, seal it off and keep that lot trapped!

Do you see? We're slap-bang in the middle of the base.

There's got to be a way of getting help.

SIREN WAILS

What's happening?

Karim's sealed off the entire Funeral Wing.

We're trapped!

Hurry, hurry! Follow me!

Dispense with the coffin.

Prepare this room for the coalescence!

Behold. The Memory Weave is ready.

Soon it will be active.

Deliver the women into our wings,

and not even the Doctor will able to stop the crusade of the Shansheeth!

There... And there...

Did it hurt?

-And there.

-I mean, the regeneration.

That last body of yours.

Was he OK, in the end?

It always hurts. And there.

-So how did you end up in this place?

-The Shansheeth lured me.

Mighty old battlefield, just begging to be explored.

Cos I'm travelling with Amy now, and Rory. They got married,

so I dropped them off at a honeymoon planet, which isn't what you'd think.

It's not a planet FOR a honeymoon, it's a planet ON a honeymoon,

it married an asteroid.

Then they nicked the TARDIS.

The Shansheeth, not Amy and, uh...

Fortunately, I had all this wreckage,

to build a space swapping doo-dah thingummy wotsit.

-So you've a married couple in the TARDIS?

-Mr and Mrs Pond!

I only left you because I got married.

Did you think I was stupid?

Why do you say that?

Well, I was a bit dumb.

Still am, I suppose.

Now what in the world would make you think that? Ever, ever, ever?

We'd been travelling down the Amazon for months, and we reached a village

in Cristalino, and it was the only place in thousands of miles

that had a telephone, so I called you.

I just wanted to say hello.

And they told me that you'd left,

left UNIT, never came back. So I waited, and waited.

Because you said you'd see me again.

You did, I asked you and you said yes, you promised.

So I thought, oh, one day, I'd hear that sound.

Deep in the jungle, I'd hear that funny wheezing noise,

and a big blue box, right in the middle of the rainforest.

Cos he wouldn't just leave.

Not forever. Not me.

-I've waited my whole silly life...

-Oh, but you're an idiot.

-Well, there we have it!

-No, but don't you see?

How could I ever find you? You've spent the past 40 years

living in huts, climbing up trees, tearing down barricades.

You've done everything from flying kites on Kilimanjaro to sailing down

the Yangtze in a tea chest. Not even the TARDIS could pin you down!

Hold on, I did sail down the Yangtze in a tea chest! How did you know?

And that family!

All seven kids, twelve grandchildren, thirteenth on his way.

He's dyslexic but that'll be fine, great swimmer.

So you've been watching me?

-All this time?

-No.

Because you're right, I don't look back.

I can't. But the last time I was dying, I looked back on all of you.

Every single one.

And I was so proud.

It really is you, isn't it?

Hello.

-BLOWS WHISTLE

-Sorry, but we've got that lot back at home with the Shansheeth!

Yes! And I still need you, Jo.

Now, that bag of yours, I can smell blackcurrant. Is it buchu oil?

Hand-picked in Mozambique!

Oh, perfect! These circuits need connectivity.

Wonderful! Little tiddly drop...

That's it! What a team!

Hurry, hurry, hurry! Come on!

Hey, nice, you've got a little den. What's all the hurry for?

Pizza, go cold.

What? I thought you had a plan!

Shansheeth too scary! We hide!

No, we've got to do something!

Yeah, but hiding's not bad, cos we've got to keep you safe, Clyde.

See, whatever the Doctor's doing, he needs you for that body-switcheroo.

-Oh, great, great. Stuck in Groskeville.

-Pizza good.

I can't believe you get to do this all the time.

Like aliens and chases and stuff!

You can talk, Santiago. You're off to Paraguay and Mount Everest.

Dude, you just zapped into another planet!

Yeah, that was pretty cool!

Yeah, we've been to parallel times, dream dimensions, limbo.

And then we go home for tea!

Yeah, we see all this, then my mum's like,

"What did you do today?" I'm like, "Not much."

-Yeah - "Went to the library!"

-"Played a bit of footy!"

-"Stayed behind after Drama Club!"

"Oh, yeah, and I fought off a platoon of Judoon in my spare time!"

I've not seen my mum for six months now.

-How come?

-She's in Japan, organising a rally.

I mean, that's great, really good work.

-Yeah, course.

-Before, she was in Africa, finding shell-flower plants.

My father's with the Gay Dads Organisation,

hiking across Antarctica.

We haven't all been together since about...February?

When are you going to see them next?

Soon. I don't know. Soon though.

-What's that? What's happening?!

-Trapped!

Excellent.

We've got the Brady Bunch exactly where we need them.

Now to apply a little heat.

COMPUTER: 'Internal vents to maximum.'

Heating! Hot, hot, hot!

They're trying to boil us!

-And increasing...

-The children are irrelevant.

Not to the Doctor, they're not.

Wherever he is, he'll be planning revenge. We need to divert him.

It won't budge!

Come on, Groske, there's got to be a way out!

-No! We die like rotisserie!

-Well, you can, but I'm not!

Sarah Jane?! Anyone?!

Doctor?! Where are you?!

There! That should work.

Intergalactic molecular streaming, with just a hint of blackcurrant.

-But what'll happen to Clyde?

-No, no, I've fixed it.

All I needed was you two. Oil and sonic.

Now we can go back, and Clyde can stay where he is.

Hold tight!

Get us out of here!

Sarah Jane!

-Doctor!

-Oops. Then again, maybe leaving Clyde

in the same place wasn't such a good idea.

Look out, stand back.

Ah, ventilation shafts!

That takes me back. Or even forwards.

Hurry up! We're getting boiled alive!

-Hold on! We're coming!

-Don't worry, Santiago, I'm here!

You go first, you've got the sonic lip...

Aaargh!

-Doctor!

-Jo? Sarah?

-They're roasting us!

-Let us out!

Sarah?

Exactly as predicted.

Given the choice between saving the world, or saving the children,

the Doctor goes the wrong way.

Oh, I didn't trust you, Colonel, from the moment I met you.

Like I care.

Frankly, I've never met anyone so staggeringly pious in all my life.

Now then.

The chamber's sealed off.

The Doctor would need half a ton of dynamite to get through that.

The TARDIS! I never thought I'd see it again.

That's what this is all about.

The TARDIS, and you.

Place them in the Memory Weave.

And...release.

Blimey. You really have changed faces, haven't you?

I couldn't see you before, I was too busy swapping.

-Oi, we're still cooking back here!

-Where's my gran?!

Right, yes, sorry...

Um, she's in danger, so, we'd better... Uh, can't turn round.

-You'll have to shuffle backwards.

-Oh, yes, OK. Thank you, Clyde.

Even your eyes are different.

It's weird, cos I thought the eyes would stay the same.

Can you change colour or are you always white?

No, I could be anything.

-And is there a limit? I mean, how many times can you change?

-507.

-Oh.

Well, come on then. Tell us! What exactly does a Memory Weave do?

Cos I warn you, darling, the memory's going at my age.

You need remember only one thing.

-And what's that?

-The TARDIS key.

The Weave takes the memory out of your head, and makes it real.

This device can build a physical key out of your thoughts.

And then we will have access to the TARDIS.

The most miraculous machine in creation will be ours!

No!

MECHANICAL GROAN

They've started.

No, you can't!

Ow!

We have seen so much of death.

The Shansheeth have presided over infinite funerals.

We see the pain and the suffering, again and again and again.

But with the TARDIS, we can stop this!

We can intervene to prevent the loss of life on a universal scale.

-You're going to stop death?!

-It is a noble quest.

To halt the endless, endless weeping.

And change the whole of history!

That's why creatures like you can't have time machines.

-Because you'll wreck the entire universe!

-What did I say?

-Pious!

-Oh, yeah?

I'd rather be pious than vile.

What do you get out of this, Colonel?

A bigger horizon, Miss Smith.

The Shansheeth can take me to the stars,

because there is nothing left for me here on Earth.

Not any more.

Accelerate the Weave!

Urgh! Aaaargh!

They've sealed it off! Jo!

Sarah! Can you hear me?

They want the key! They've got the TARDIS, and a Memory Weave!

Too late. Full activation!

Concentrate! Think of the key!

Try to find a way in!

There's nothing. We need a bulldozer.

I've got the original here. You can have it if you let them go!

You let the Doctor inside this room and he will destroy us.

-Keep going!

-Think of the TARDIS!

The key. Remember the key!

Fight it! Try to think of something else!

-I can't!

-Neither can I!

It's not shifting!

The memories coalesce!

The key! It takes shape.

-Don't! Don't!

-I can't...stop!

What do we do, Doctor?! What do we do?!

-Yes. Because...the Shansheeth are making them remember...

-I know!

-Then don't you see?

-I don't see anything!

We do the same. Opening comms. Sarah, Jo? Can you hear me?

The key! It's almost ready!

Listen to me. Both of you. I want you to remember.

We are doing! That's the trouble!

No, no, no, no, no. I want you to remember everything.

Every single day with me. Every single second.

What's he doing?

Your memories are more powerful than anything else on this planet.

Just think of it, Sarah. Remember it, Jo. But properly!

Properly! Give the Memory Weave everything. Every planet.

Every face. Every madman, every loss, every sunset,

every scent, every terror, every joy.

Every Doctor.

-Every me.

-I remember!

-No!

-Memory Weave overloading!

I remember!

We need that key! What is happening?

-What's happening?

-COMPUTER: 'Initial target lost.'

The device is overloading!

Too many memories!

-Too many!

-Reverse it! Bring that key back!

Come on, all of you, tell them, tell them!

Think of us, Sarah Jane.

Remember Maria and her dad, and all the stuff we did, like the Gorgon.

And the clowns, and the zodiac! And the Mona Lisa!

All of it. All of it!

Just think, Gran! All the countries you've been to!

Every country in the world.

COMPUTER: 'Weave starting self-destruct.'

-It's blown a circuit!

-I can't get out!

-I've got you!

Now we're in trouble. The Weave's going to blow up

-and we can't get them out.

-What?!

Can't escape! I need the key!

COMPUTER: 'Weave now entering detonation phase!'

I can't unseal the doors!

The power line is gone!

We've drained it. Doctor! Doctor! I can't get out!

I can't open it.

No sonic screwdriver.

-It's inside the TARDIS.

-And we can't get in, cos guess what?

We stopped ourselves getting the key.

-Oh, that was clever(!)

-I just want to say, I'm so glad I saw you again.

I waited all this time.

And it was worth it. Every second.

Funny thing is though, your funeral turns out to be ours instead.

My funeral?

Doctor, all of you, look after Luke for me, please!

No, no, no, no. But listen. My funeral.

Don't you see? It's my funeral!

With a lead-lined coffin!

-Yes! How much time have they got?

-Big bang, ten seconds!

-Come on.

10, 9...

COMPUTER: 'Total destruction imminent.'

-..7,6,5...

-Hurry up, Gran!

..4, 3...

Wait for me!

..2, 1...

Nooooooo!

COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING

What do you mean, the Mona Lisa?

Yum. Smells like roast chicken.

Now then. Smith and Jones.

The coffin was the trap. The coffin was the solution.

That's so neat, I could write a thesis. Well, come on, then, you two.

Out you get.

MR SMITH: 'Attention! Temporal flux escalating in this vicinity!

'The TARDIS has landed.'

Woah!

It's Bannerman Road!

It's like everything moved.

I'm never getting used to that.

Mr Smith, you're in big trouble! Those Shansheeth were bad!

'It transpires, Rani, that you encountered a rogue element,

'and the Wide Wing of the High Shansheeth Nest sends apologies.'

No way. On top of everything else, you've got a talking computer?

That is it! I'm giving up!

Still the same old TARDIS.

It doesn't matter what's changed,

it still smells the same.

No! I've got to say goodbye, or else I'd stay with you forever.

Besides, I probably couldn't keep up any more.

Get you into trouble with the Time Lords.

Yeah, I'd probably better go. You know me, stuff to do.

It's daft, though, because we were both saying, we had this theory.

That if you ever died,

we'd feel it, somehow we'd just know.

But that's just silly, isn't it?

I don't know. Maybe not.

Cos between you and me, if that day ever comes,

I think the whole universe might just shiver.

-Whoo!

-Aaah!

-Ha-ha!

Oh, but you should see Japan. It's amazing. It's like 80% forest.

It goes on as far as the eye can see. It's endless.

It's exactly like you said!

-You live over there, and you're...

-Just down there, on the left.

You save the world, then you just come home.

Maybe you could do with a bit of that.

See, we're fighting the Slitheen and the Trickster

and you're fighting oil barons and factories,

but at the end of the day, who's waiting for you?

I think you should start another protest, mate.

Except this time, at your mum and dad.

Or they might find that relations with Santiago get decidedly 'Chile'.

-Let's pretend I never said that.

-That was horrific.

-I'm ashamed of myself.

-You're right, though.

Yeah. I think it's time we made some changes.

Oh, you.

You're so beautiful and so gorgeous.

And you, oh, you are so willowy!

Yes, you are.

Do you know, you are sensational.

And you, you are so handsome, and we're so late. Come on!

We're off to Norway by hovercraft. Should be fun.

Easier said than done.

Bye, everyone.

Oh, Sarah Jane.

-Find yourself a fellow!

-Oh...

-Hang on, wait a minute, glasses.

Where did I leave my glasses?

-What? Oh...

-THEY LAUGH

Head, naturally. Bye!

-See you later.

-See you, guys.

Do you think there's lots of Jo Grants out there?

You know, like, the Doctor's old companions?

-I do a little search sometimes.

-What do you Google? "TARDIS"?

Hey, it works. Well, no, I can't be sure,

but there's a woman called Tegan, in Australia,

fighting for Aboriginal rights.

There's a Ben and Polly, in India, running an orphanage there.

There was Harry. Oh, I loved Harry. He was a doctor.

He did such good work with vaccines, he saved thousands of lives.

Oh, and there's a Dorothy something,

she runs that company, A Charitable Earth.

She's raised billions.

And this couple in Cambridge,

both professors, Ian and Barbara Chesterton.

Rumour has it, they've never aged, not since the '60s. I wonder...

That will be us, one day.

Still out there, fighting.

Echoes of the Doctor, all over the world.

With friends like us,

he's never going to die, is he?

Hello? Hello?! What's happened?

-Where's Sarah Jane?

-Where's everybody?!

-It's the whole world.

-Everybody's gone!

-What about Mr Smith?

He's gone blank, like he's not even in there any more.

What if it's just the two of us left in the whole wide world?

There! What is that?

It's on every screen!

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