The Doctor Doctor Who Greatest Moments

Tell me you're not an archaeologist.

Got a problem with archaeologists?

I'm a time-traveller. I point and laugh at archaeologists.

-The Doctor. The hero...

-Hold on, hold on!

-..who's humorous...

-Who are you?

I am...Spartacus.

-..humble...

-Bit of a legend, if I say so myself.

He's a maverick time-traveller, who has selflessly saved the universe for over 900 years.

-Join Doctor Who's Greatest Moments as we find out what makes this Time Lord tick.

-Isn't that brilliant?

So hold on to your seats as we journey through time and space to take a closer look at the Doctor.

-The one, the only, the best.

-Are we sitting comfortably?

The Doctor is a character that anyone would adore being around.

I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord.

I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous.

I'm 903 years old.

I'm the man who'll save your lives and all 6 billion people on the planet below. Come with me!

Got a problem with that? Allons-y.

-Aghhhh!

-Hold on!

It's the end of the universe. Get out!

Don't I know you?

He has many human qualities for someone who's not a human, and that's interesting.

He makes life fun.

He certainly does.

And being with the Doctor is never dull.

It's a rollercoaster of emotion.

Let me in!

Oh! I'm thick!

Look at me! I'm old and thick! Head's too full of stuff. I need a bigger head!

Run!

This country has been sick.

This country needs healing.

This country needs medicine.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say that what this country really needs...right now...

is a doctor.

Come with me.

The Doctor, whatever he looks like, is not one of us,

and I find that

a fascinating area.

He has very human qualities, and they're very conflicting qualities,

exactly because he isn't human.

My planet's gone.

It's dead.

It burnt, like the Earth.

There was a sense with the ninth Doctor that he was

still feeling the after-effects of war,

and he found life quite hard work, and things cost him quite a lot.

I know where you're from.

It's remarkable that you even exist.

I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

There was a sense that with the regeneration, he was reborn and he could leave some of that behind.

It's a bit dodgy, this process.

You never know what you're gonna end up with.

Possibly more than we expected.

The regeneration from the ninth Doctor to the tenth Doctor,

was a huge risk...

-What's going on?

-I absorbed all the energy of the time vortex, and no-one's meant to do that.

Every cell in my body's dying.

..because, although we, as more adults, know what regeneration is,

you had a whole generation who knew nothing about regeneration.

That was a weird sentence.

Time Lords have this little trick. It's sort of a way of cheating death.

It means I'm going to change.

And I'm not going to see you again.

Not like this, not with this daft old face.

It's interesting, cos people say there's no room for development in the character, but clearly there is.

Before I go, I just want to tell you, you were fantastic.

Absolutely fantastic.

And you know what?

So was I.

It's not just between incarnations, where each Doctor has a different personality,

but the idea that the sort of wounded ninth Doctor

has absolutely recovered by the next regeneration.

Talk about making an entrance.

The freshly regenerated Doctor is quite literally a new man.

He was reborn, and he could leave some of that behind,

and he could enjoy being with Rose.

He could enjoy running through the universe and having a laugh.

Travelling with you, I love it.

Me too. Come on!

It was a cacophony of colour, a cacophony of sound.

Oh! They're thick! They're so completely thick, they wiped the records! Oh, that's clever(!)

-There is a great humour to him.

-Kill him!

Wait! You can't, not now.

Come on, Max.

You're giving me so much good material, like... how to get AHEAD in business.

Oh, the office joker!

He always needs to question what it is he has to do, and why.

I don't understand. I was expected down here.

You need me for something. What for?

His wonder at the world and wonder at people's stupidity, in a way.

Human beings. You are amazing! Ha!

-Thank you.

-Not at all.

-Apart from that, you're completely mad.

He's smart, that's the thing.

He's hyper-intelligent, hyper-smart, but never smug, and that's what I like about him.

Preferring to use his brains over brawn...

Sontaran! Hey, fascinating, isn't it? Isn't that worth keeping me alive?

..our time-travelling hero never carries a gun.

I warn you, I'm armed!

-Well, almost never.

-Drop your weapons.

-We're unarmed. Look, no weapons, never any weapons.

The Doctor avoids violence with wit and charm.

We stare into the face of death.

Yeah? Well, stare at this.

So just like the TARDIS, his brain must be bigger on the inside.

-No, wait!

-Oi! Hands!

-Shadow. Look.

-What about it?

-What's casting it?

The whole of London's been sealed off and the population's been taken inside that place, to be converted.

-We've got to get in and shut it down.

-How do we do that?

I'll think of something.

After all these years, you knew who you were.

And then it all kicks off, because this isn't just a duel.

It's a Vespiform telepathic recorder.

I still don't understand where that thing came from.

From dormant genes in Lazarus's DNA. The energy field reactivated them. Nice shoes, by the way.

The Skasis Paradigm. Crack that, you've got control of the building blocks of the universe.

The Wire's got big plans. It's going to harvest half the population.

-Millions and millions of people. Where are we?

-Muswell Hill.

-Muswell Hill... Muswell Hill!

Which means...Alexandra Palace! Biggest TV transmitter in north London. Oh!

That's why it chose this place. All these things, they're not separate, they're connected! My head!

-What if this house is a trap for you? Is that right, ma'am?

-Obviously.

-That's what the wolf intended. What if there's a trap inside the trap?

-Enlighten me.

-What, the soothsayer doesn't know?

-A seed may float on the breeze in any direction.

-I knew you'd say that.

-Explain yourself.

What if his father and your husband weren't telling each other stories?

They dared to imagine all this was true, and they planned against it, laying the real trap not for you,

but for the wolf.

-It's an energy converter.

-An energy converter of what?

-I don't know.

I love not knowing. Keeps me on my toes.

-Hold on. There are three important, brilliant, complicated reasons why you should listen to me. One.

-Doctor!

He's not a soldier, and yet in his own...almost passive way,

he is constantly trying to rid the universe of evil.

Next ghost shift's in two minutes.

-Cancel it.

-I don't think so.

-I'm warning you, cancel it!

Exactly as the legends would have it - the Doctor lording it over us!

I thought there was a lovely moment there. Dave and I both said it.

It was a moment of... There was an intellectual face-off.

Positions. Ghost shift in one minute.

-Miss Hartman, please don't do it.

-We have done this a thousand times.

-Then stop at a thousand!

-We're in control of the ghosts.

"You will not order me." "You will not order me."

The levers can open the bridge, but equally, they can close it.

-OK.

-Is that it?

-No. Fair enough. Don't mind me. Any chance of a cup of tea?

-He almost bends her down with his will...

-Can't wait to see it.

-..but she's not going to give in easily. You can't stop us, Doctor.

-Watch the fireworks.

-Five, four, three, two...

-Stop the shift.

I said, stop.

I thought that was quite a nice little frisson moment of two minds

-really battling it out for supremacy.

-Thank you.

Is it PE? Wouldn't mind a kick-around. I've got me daps on.

-I suppose you're the Doctor.

-Hello.

What I like about the writing of the first meeting

between the Doctor and Luke

is that Luke doesn't clock on for quite a while

that this guy's equal, of equal intelligence, to him.

Your commanding officer phoned ahead.

I haven't got a commanding officer.

-Have you?

-He realises there's something going on here.

Ooh! Gravity simulators.

And this man's quite an intellect.

Terraforming, biospheres, nanotech steel construction.

This is brilliant!

I also quite like the idea that they have this sort of quite catty, queeny fight between them.

Do you know, with equipment like this, you could...ooh, I don't know, move to another planet, or something.

This sort of intellectual... A genius-off between them.

If only that was possible.

I love the conditional clause line.

If only that WERE possible. Conditional clause.

That's brilliant, because it's that sort of pernickety pedantry.

That's who Luke always was at school. The grammar pedant, maybe.

I do that myself!

I was thinking, what a responsible 18-year-old.

Inventing zero-carbon cars... saving the world.

-Takes a man with vision.

-Mmm. Blinkered vision.

ATMOS means more people driving. More cars, more petrol. The oil's going to run out faster than ever.

-The ATMOS system could make things worse.

-That's a tautology. You can't say "ATMOS system".

Atmospheric Omissions System - so "Atmospheric omissions system system."

Do you see, Mr Conditional Clause?

What a brilliant putdown. I like that, because it shows him reduced to this quite pathetic individual...

It's been a long time since anyone said no to you, isn't it?

..who'll quibble over these tiny, trivial details.

-I'm still right, though.

-Not easy, is it, being clever?

But you know, the Doctor doesn't always talk his way out of danger.

There are times when he has no choice but to stand and fight,

and then there are other times when it's best to just run.

SCREAMING

There is a lot of running and jumping and diving around. Run! Run!

There's sword fights...

things exploding... diving down shafts.

Going down.

BOTH SCREAM

I quite enjoy all that.

I'd done quite a lot of sword fighting before.

Classical theatre tends to have a sword fight in it somewhere, so I'd done a few of them.

I challenge you!

LAUGHS

I had endless sword fight rehearsals for those first few weeks, for this huge sword fight,

which in the end was cut down to a couple of minutes on screen.

Look out!

You often fight with little fencing foils, but those big broadswords, that's a different thing.

There was a lot more in that sword fight.

It's good fun. It's part of being in the playground, isn't it? Diving around.

I win.

I've been delighted that the Doctor's got to be as physical as he has been.

As a doctor, I recommend a vigorous jog. Good for the health.

Get inside!

Doctor Who is all about running. And I sort of knew that

before I even read the episode, and thought, "I'm going to have to get fit for this."

-Who is she?

-She's my daughter.

-Hello, Dad.

But I never anticipated how much running there would be in it.

-What were we saying about running?

-It is quite absurd, how every single scene,

they're running to somewhere or from someone or away from something.

But it's brilliant, and that's what Doctor Who should be.

Brilliant! You were brilliant!

Doctor!

HE CHUCKLES

David and I have these coats to deal with.

They're extra long, because they're what we call hero coats.

So when you're running, they flow behind you,

Or when you're standing in the wind, they blow in a certain way. They're made specially for us.

David and I have this little competition

to see who can run the fastest, because I'm older than David.

Is it me, or does that look like a hunt?

So I have this thing that I'm not going to let the young 'un beat me.

Oh, I miss this!

But there's a hierarchy.

Doctor must be in front.

The next in line would be Jack, and then you have the female assistant,

and that is partially because the female can't keep up with David and I.

Dave and I are like, "Come on, we're gonna compete!"

And I've got the canister that has the Doctor's hand in a rucksack on my back.

David's just got the coat.

I've got my coat and the rucksack and the hand, and I'm legging it.

-I'm legging it and finally we get to the end and I'm...

-HE GASPS

And David turns to me and goes, "Having a bit of trouble, old man?"

And Freema's running behind going, "Can you guys wait up, please?"

So yeah, running is a big thing.

Have pity! Moisturise me! Oh, Doctor!

-Help her.

-Everything has its time, and everything dies.

I'm...too...young!

He's a Time Lord with limits, but he'll always give his foes one final chance to quit.

Fascinating.

Your people were peaceful to the point of indolence.

You seem to be something new.

Would you declare war on us, Doctor?

I'm so old now.

I used to have so much mercy.

You get one warning.

That was it.

"No second chances" is one of his earliest lines. "No second chances. I'm that sort of man."

Aaagh!

No second chances.

-I'm that sort of a man.

-And what a man.

He single-handedly defeats the savage Sycorax,

and brings the Prime Minister back down to Earth with a bump.

By the ancient rites of combat, I forbid you to scavenge here for the rest of time.

When you talk of the Earth,

it is defended.

The first thing I shot was the scene at the end.

"Don't you think she looks tired?" That scene, where I condemn Harriet Jones to a life on the backbenches.

Harriet Jones, Prime Minister.

HE SPEAKS SYCORAXIC

-Yes, we know who you are.

-'90% of the time, we do see this quirky,'

full of energy, happy guy...

Did you miss me?

..who's just up for everything, and it's all perfectly positive.

You left me! I had all the food!

Tell them to fire.

-That was murder.

-We forget, sometimes, that he is an alien.

-That was defence.

-But they were leaving.

We have to defend ourselves.

I should have told them to run as fast as they can.

Run and hide, because the monsters are coming. The human race.

Those are the people I represent. I did it on their behalf.

-I should've stopped you.

-What you see isn't just what you get.

-I could bring down your government with a single word.

-I don't think you're capable of that.

You're right. Not a single word.

-Just six.

-I don't think so.

Don't you think she looks tired?

When suddenly confronted with a different moral code,

or the sacrifice of someone like Harriet Jones in The Christmas Invasion,

who we have completely loved as an ally,

and suddenly she makes a very human...political, pragmatic decision,

and the Doctor just cuts her dead.

-What did he say?

-Nothing, really.

-What did he say!

-Nothing. I don't know...

-Doctor!

Doctor, what did you... What did he say?

I thought that was fantastic, and rather chilling, especially at Christmas!

But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?

Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything. You don't want to know, it just does. Hold on tight!

The TARDIS is a somewhat temperamental time machine,

so the Doctor often has terrible trouble knowing when, or where, he'll end up.

Martha, have you met my friend?

I wonder what year it is.

-The Empire State Building's not finished yet.

-Work in progress. Still got a couple of floors to go.

-If I know my history, that makes the date...

-November 1st, 1930.

You're good at this.

-I got the flight wrong.

-I don't care.

It's not 1860, it's 1869.

-I don't care.

-And it's not Naples.

-I don't care.

One of the great things about this show is that it can be anywhere and any when.

You don't know what's coming, cos there's time travel, which is this wonderful storytelling device.

Travels in the TARDIS very rarely go smoothly,

and this voyage to Victorian London was no different, except that here the trouble is a double.

-You there, boy, what day is this?

-1851, sir.

Right. Nice year. Bit dull.

-Doctor!

->

-Doctor!

->

Who, me?

Don't worry! Stand back. What have we got here?

-Ooh.

-Don't worry, stand back! What have we got here?

-Hold on, who are you?

-I'm the Doctor.

He arrives in London and meets another Doctor who's lost his partner

in a tragic way. So there's a kindred there.

If you could stand back, sir, this is a job for a Time Lord.

For a what Lord?

There's lots of reasons why it would be quite comforting

to meet someone who can empathise with his experience.

I've heard all about you, Doctor. Bit of a legend, if I say so myself.

Modesty forbids me to agree with you, sir, but yes, I am.

A legend with...certain memories missing, am I right?

-How do you know that?

-You've forgotten me.

JL. The watch is Jackson Lake's.

-But I'm the Doctor.

-You became the Doctor,

because the infostamp you picked up was a book about one particular man.

That's you.

Time Lord, TARDIS, enemy of the Cybermen.

The one and the only.

'He was a man who'd gone through terrible trauma,'

who'd lost his wife and lost his child, lost his memory.

See, the infostamp streamed all that information about me right inside your head.

He was living in a fusion of pain, really,

that Doctor Who was able to sort of ease him out of.

What you suffered is called a fugue.

A fugue state -

where the mind just runs away because it can't bear to look back.

You wanted to become someone else...

because Jackson Lake had lost so much.

He's slightly a broken person within that episode,

'so it's about them both dealing with their past and their loss.'

I killed her!

'The Doctor's interference with him'

means that he's able to move on and grow and be a father

and possibly have a relationship with his companion.

All those facts and figures I saw of the Doctor's life, you were never alone.

All those bright and shining companions...

But not any more?

No.

Might I ask why not?

They leave.

Because they should, or they find someone else.

And some of them, some of them...forget me.

I suppose in the end...

..they break my heart.

Jackson Lake catches the Doctor,

and he can see that he's slightly bluffing, he's full of bravado, and he has to go.

I take it this is goodbye?

Onwards and upwards.

He sees something in this man that he needs to have, particularly on Christmas Day,

he needs companionship.

That offer of Christmas dinner.

It's no longer a request, it's a demand.

In memory of those we've lost.

Oh, go on, then.

-Really?

-Just this once, you've actually gone and changed my mind.

Not many people can do that.

Jackson, if anyone had to be the Doctor, I'm glad it was you.

For me, it's the scene of the show.

The feast awaits. Come with me.

-Walk this way.

-I certainly will.

It's a scene about the whole series.

So it was very, very moving, I thought.

People don't understand time.

-It's not what you think it is.

-Then what is it?

-Complicated.

Now and again, it's interesting to look

more objectively at what being a traveller in time means...

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear,

non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey...stuff.

..and why that would make your life very complicated

and why that would give you some very difficult moral decisions.

There's always a problem with any story involving time travel as to establishing what the rules are.

Because if the Doctor can travel back and forth in time,

you know, at will,

then if he does something in 1942, how does that affect things in 2006?

You know, you have to establish some ground rules.

But on a time trip to meet her father, the temptation to save his life proves too much for Rose.

-God, this is it.

-This is the last time we can be here.

Rose, no!

ENGINE REVS

-I saved your life!

-The Doctor's always said you mustn't interfere with history.

So it's OK when YOU go to other times and you save people's lives, but not me saving my dad?

I know what I'm doing, you don't.

-But he's alive!

-My entire planet died. My whole family.

-Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them?

-It's not like I've changed history.

There's a man alive in the world who wasn't alive before. That's the most important thing in creation.

The whole world's different because he is alive.

As rule-breaking Rose realises, meddling with time has its consequences.

Time's been damaged, and they've come to sterilise the wound... by consuming everything inside.

But going by the book doesn't have to be boring.

There's still time and space for a bit of fun.

-I can travel in time.

-Get out of here.

-I'll prove it.

I quite like the slight nuancing of that role we've done in recent years

by saying that there are fixed points in time, and there are fluid moments in time.

Like so.

See?

A Time Lord or a time-sensitive is aware of when you can fiddle and when you can't.

-Told you.

-That was this morning.

But...did you...oh, my God! You can travel in time!

But if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go into work?

Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden,

except for cheap tricks.

There are strict guidelines in terms of what you can and can't do,

and I think the Doctor's always aware of that, so he can guide the companion.

Are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?

Course we can. Why do you ask?

It's like in the films. You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race.

Don't...step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?

You kind of think, OK, maybe you don't have to tiptoe so much around things.

You can go and talk to people and touch people, and you won't spread the flu or whatever.

What if...I don't know, what if I kill my grandfather?

-Are you planning to?

-No!

-Well, then.

And of course, part of the role of the Doctor's travelling companions

has always been to challenge that.

Where is everything?

Try this way.

'If you can set a story within something that's part of all our cultural historical knowledge,'

something like the Pompeii story... We're in Pompeii.

And it's volcano day.

It's a wonderful, extraordinary story anyway.

The TARDIS has gone.

Excuse me.

There was a box. Big blue wooden box just over there. Where's it gone?

Sold it, didn't I?

It lends itself to the extraordinary world of the Doctor.

Positions!

And it's up Pompeii where the question of time-travelling ethics really erupts.

There you go.

Thank you, kind sir.

-I'm a marble inspector.

-By the gods of commerce, an inspection!

-Nothing to worry about.

I'm sure you've got nothing to hide although, frankly,

-that object looks like wood to me.

-I told you to get rid of it.

-I only bought it today.

What do you do in old Pompeii, then, girls your age? You got mates?

Do you hang around the shops?

TK Maxx-imus?

The destruction of Pompeii was a fixed point in time...

..and that allows this wonderful scene where Donna

insists that they save somebody, and the Doctor insists that they can't.

God save us, Doctor!

No!

Doctor, you can't!

You can't just leave them!

History's back in place, and everyone dies.

You've got to go back. Doctor, I'm telling you, take this thing back!

-It's not fair.

-No, it's not.

To be fair, the Doctor always warned Donna off.

He always said, "It's not gonna be a barrel of laughs," and she chose to come anyway.

But at the same time, our humanity acts as a check for the Doctor.

But your own planet...

It burnt.

That's just it. Don't you see, Donna? Can't you understand?

If I could go back and save them, I would, but I can't.

I can never go back.

I can't. I just can't. I can't.

Just someone.

Please.

Not the whole town. Just save someone.

Come with me.

That breaks the rules. That's not what a Time Lord's allowed to do, or anyone is allowed to do.

Who are you, Doctor,

with your words, and your temple containing such size within?

Oh, I was never here.

Don't tell anyone.

Of course, you can never accuse the Doctor of being stuck in the past.

Some of his amazing adventures actually mean he's way ahead of his time.

It's the year 5,000,000,023. This is New Earth.

One of the wonderful things about Who is the fact

that you time-travel,

the fact that you have the TARDIS, and you can go to any time period, any planet, any galaxy.

'Shuttles five and six, now docking'.

-Any spaceship.

-'51st century.'

Dagmar Cluster - you're a long way from home, Mickey.

50,000 light years from your old world, and we're in NEW New York.

Sapphire waterfall. A waterfall made of sapphires.

This enormous jewel the size of a glacier

reaches the Cliffs of Oblivion and shatters into sapphires. They fall 100,000 feet into a crystal ravine.

-Bet you say that to all the girls.

-Come on! They're boarding now.

It's no fun if I see it on my own.

-I'll let the Doctor describe it.

-The fourth great and bountiful human empire.

And there it is, Planet Earth at its height.

He's your boyfriend.

Not any more.

'..and the driving should be clear and easy, with 15 extra lanes open for the New New Jersey Expressway'.

That's more like it.

That's the view we had last time. This is the lower levels.

Because it can be anywhere and because of the scope

for storytelling that we're afforded by the show, it's so exciting to come across each new story each time.

But it's by going back in time that gives The Doctor

a chance to meet some of his heroes.

There would be many perks of time travel, but I

dare say that one of them would be, um, meeting people from the past.

It's funny, because when I've been asked "If you had a time machine,

"where would you go?",

I and a lot of people that I've asked tend to say backwards.

Charles II? Henry VIII? I know, what about Agatha Christie?

I'd love to meet Agatha Christie. I bet she's brilliant.

To put the Doctor alongside some of these extraordinary

characters from Earth's own history, it's too good an opportunity to miss.

-Agatha Christie.

-Agatha Christie!

Talking about you the other day. I said "I bet she's brilliant". I'm the Doctor. This is Donna.

I love your stuff. What a mind!

You fool me every time. Well, almost every time.

Well, once or twice.

Well, once. But it was a good one.

If you could go anywhere, not so many people say "I'd go forwards".

You want to go back, cos you kind of want to experience things that you know about,

but first hand.

Might I introduce Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, Empress of India and Defender of the Faith.

It makes sense somehow to put the Doctor into those worlds, and see how he reacts.

I dub thee Sir Doctor of TARDIS.

And because the Doctor's, you might say, an arrogant fellow at times,

there's something thrilling about seeing him meet one of his heroes.

Oi, you! Follow that hearse!

-You can't do that, sir!

-Why not?

I'll give you a very good reason why not - because this is my coach!

Get in, then!

Move!

-You're losing them!

-Everything in order, Mr Dickens?

-No, it is not.

-What did he say?

Let me say, I'm not without a sense of humour...

-Dickens?

-Yes.

-Charles Dickens?

-Yes.

-The Charles Dickens?

-Should I remove the gentleman?

-Charles Dickens!

You're brilliant, you are! 100% brilliant. I've read 'em all.

-Great Expectations, Oliver Twist, and what's the one with the ghost?

-Christmas Carol?

No, the one with the trains.

The Signalman. Terrifying. The best short story ever written.

-You're a genius!

-You want me to get rid of him?

No, I think he can stay.

Oh, yes! The Globe Theatre.

-Is Shakespeare in there?

-Oh, yes.

Ms Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?

Mr Smith, I will!

In Elizabethan England, the globe-trotting Doctor

finds out first-hand just how difficult Shakespeare can be.

Hello. Excuse me.

-Not interrupting, am I? Mr Shakespeare, isn't it?

-Oh, no.

No, no, who let you in? No autographs.

No, you can't have yourself sketched with me, and please don't ask where I get my ideas from.

Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove...

Hey, nonny, nonny!

To be or not to be.

Oh. That's quite good.

You should write that down.

I must work.

I have a play to complete.

All the world's a stage.

Hmm. I might use that.

-Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

-I might use that.

You can't, it's someone else's.

-Good luck, Doctor.

-Good luck, Shakespeare.

-Once more unto the breach!

-I like that!

Wait a minute, that's one of mine.

If you're going to tell a story about a playwright's words being hijacked by an alien species...

Speed the words...to writer's hand.

Then you might as well make that playwright the most famous playwright that's ever lived.

The witches have had their wicked way, and our wordsmith Will is completely under their spell.

Love's Labour's Won. I don't think much of sequels, never as good as the original.

Have you seen this last bit? Must have been dozing off when he wrote that. Dunno what it means.

Love's Labour's Won.

There's evidence to suggest there's a play by Shakespeare called that.

I'm sorry, but stop.

This performance must end immediately.

-Oh, everyone's a critic.

-The wordsmith!

-Fear not.

I have the doll.

This play must not be performed.

You could argue that that's really Much Ado About Nothing, or it

never really existed or...but you know...you could also argue

that there was a play called Love's Labour's Won, and it got sucked up into the heavens by the Carrionites

-being trapped between dimensions.

-They come.

They come!

And here's proof, if needed, that the pen really is mightier.

The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you're the wordsmith,

-the one true genius, the only man clever enough to do it!

-What words? I have none ready.

-You're Shakespeare!

I think it's more fun to believe that, isn't it?

Words of power!

Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show!

Between the points...

761390!

761390!

Vanish like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee...

-Expelliarmus!

-Expelliarmus!

-Expelliarmus!

Good old JK!

Love's Labour's Won. There it goes.

I mean, Shakespeare.

To get to meet him...I would have loved to have done that!

Look sharp, we have guests.

Next, another novel idea.

The Doctor and Donna find themselves at a 1930s dinner party, where they encounter a mystery author.

I say, what are you doing with that lead piping?

But that's impossible. No!

Murder, murder!

Oh, my goodness!

Bashed on the head. Blunt instrument.

Somebody is picking off

all the friends and staff in the mansion, and we don't know who.

Agatha and I will question the suspects. You search the bedrooms.

-Look for clues (any more residue). You'll need this.

-Is that for real?

Go on. You're ever so plucky.

Right, then. Solving a murder mystery with Agatha Christie, brilliant!

Aaagh! I've been poisoned.

What do we do?

-What do we do?

-Bitter almonds.

It's cyanide. Sparkling cyanide!

My overriding memory is that David had to

eat an awful lot of nuts, and drink an awful lot of flat ginger ale.

Ginger beer.

-I beg your pardon? I need ginger beer!

-The gentleman's gone mad!

I'm an expert in poisons, Doctor!

There's no cure. It's fatal!

Not for me! I can stimulate the inhibited enzymes into reverse.

I need protein!

-Walnuts?

-Brilliant.

I can't understand! How many words?

One word.

Shake, milk, shake, milk!

No, not milk. Shake, shake, cocktail shaker!

-You want a Harvey Wallbanger?

-Harvey Wallbanger!

-Well, I don't know!

-How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?

-What do need, Doctor?

-Salt!

I was miming salt! I need something salty!

What about this?

-What is it?

-Salt.

-That's too salty.

-Oh, that's too salty.

-What about this?

-What's that?

-Anchovies.

What else?

It's a song. Mammy!

I don't know, Camptown Races?

Camptown Races?!

All right, then, Towering Inferno!

It's a shock! I need a shock.

Right, then, big shock,

coming up.

Detox.

I must do that more often...I mean, the detox.

As you'd expect, saving the world is a bit tricky,

and that means that the Doctor often puts himself on the line.

You will die, Doctor.

Yeah, the Doctor is often willing to put his own life before that of others.

All right, so it's my turn!

He offers himself up to the Daleks.

Kill me if it'll stop you attacking these people!

He does the same with the Sontarans.

Sontarans are never defeated.

They'll be getting ready for war.

And well, you know, I've recalibrated this for Sontaran air, so...

You'll kill yourself.

Disappears into the Satan Pit without really knowing what he's off to face.

If they get back in touch, if you talk to Rose, just tell her...

Tell her...oh, she knows.

He's always been willing to put himself first.

Please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything!

Put me in her place.

You can do anything to me, just get her out!

And to allow his own life, er,

for the lives of his companions, or even sometimes for the lives

of people he doesn't know well.

He's got that selflessness.

Go on. Baptise them.

Dalek-humans, take aim.

Which...at times, borders on a recklessness, which I think is perhaps indicative of

where he's been and what he's been through.

I've got my little straw.

-That's nice.

-Steady him.

I will be the destroyer of our greatest enemy.

Then do it. Do it! Just do it!

Do it!

What are you waiting for?

Give the command.

Exterminate!

I don't think he has a death wish.

Obey. Dalek-humans will obey.

He's certainly not afraid to...

to confront his own mortality, and look death fairly squarely in the eye.

They're not firing.

What have you done?

You will obey.

-Exterminate!

-Why?

Daleks do not question orders.

-But why?

-He has a very,

very well-defined sense of morality,

which is immovable for him.

And if that means sacrificing himself to pursue that, then he will

quite readily do that.

You drank his blood, the Doctor's blood?

-Oh, I don't mind. Scan all you like.

-Non-human.

-What?

-He gave his life so they would find you.

-Confirmed. Plasmavore.

No!

He has a habit of getting into hazardous situations, so being

anywhere near The Doctor can be dangerous.

Mickey, Captain, what are you doing?

I've got a warp star wired into the mainframe. I break the shell, the entire Crucible goes up.

-You can't! Where did you get a warp star?

-I'll do it.

Don't imagine I wouldn't.

His world seems to be steeped in death and destruction,

and it's an intriguing paradox that the Doctor himself struggles to come to terms with at times.

And the prophecy unfolds.

The Doctor's soul is revealed.

Hee hee! See him.

See the heart of him.

The man who abhors violence, never carrying a gun.

But this is the truth, Doctor.

You take ordinary people and you fashion them into weapons.

Behold your children of time, transformed into murderers.

I made the Daleks, Doctor.

-You made this.

-They're trying to help.

Already, I have seen them sacrificed today for their beloved Doctor.

The Earth woman who fell opening the subwave network.

-Who was that?

-Harriet Jones.

She gave her life to get you here.

How many more? Just think, how many have died in your name?

It's an interesting area for the character as to quite

what his responsibility for all that is, and it's one that is never really resolved.

The Doctor, the man who keeps running, never looking back because he dare not, out of shame.

This is my final victory, Doctor.

I have shown you...yourself.

Undoubtedly, he carries destruction in his wake.

But it's when the Doctor meets his daughter that everything really hits home.

She's a generated anomaly.

Gen-er-ated. What about that?

Jenny?

Jenny. Yeah, I like that.

What do you think...Dad?

Good as anything, I suppose.

-Not a natural parent.

-They stole a tissue sample at gunpoint and processed it.

-It's not natural parenting.

-Rubbish. My friend fathered twins with a turkey baster.

-Can't extrapolate a relationship from a biological accident.

-Child Support Agency can.

Just cos I share physiological traits with simian primates, doesn't make me a monkey's uncle.

I'm not a monkey!

Right at the beginning, he's so

reluctant and puts up massive barriers and will not accept

that she is in any way his child.

Hold your fire!

Eventually, this surprising daughter does win the affections of her Doctor daddy.

But just as Jenny gets to both of his hearts, they are broken by one single bullet.

I'm the Doctor, and I declare this war is over.

-What's happening?

-The gases will escape and trigger the terraforming process.

What does that mean?

It means a new world.

No!

'He's not about killing, and the fact that people have'

chosen to die for him is something he's really uncomfortable with.

Jenny, be strong.

You need to hold on, you hear me?

We've got things to do, you and me, eh?

Eh?

We can go anywhere.

Everywhere. You choose.

That sounds good.

You're my daughter,

and we've only just got started.

Sadly, many people have had their lives destroyed because of him, and I think that's one of the

major things, if he starts to think about that it might destroy him, cos he's not about death and violence.

But it's not only the Doctor's friends who lay their lives on the line.

I'm sorry to report,

-Sir, I failed.

-A pity.

We've lost our target practice.

-What do you mean?

-We only needed you for installation of the ATMOS system.

No, but...I'm on your side.

I did everything you wanted.

And it's not ATMOS system, that's a tautology, it's just ATMOS.

Execute him!

By being betrayed and let down by the people that he thought

he was in league with, his world's crumbled to pieces.

And then this man comes through with this brilliant line, "Do something clever".

Right, so, Donna, thank you.

For everything.

Martha, you too.

Oh...so many times.

Luke, do something clever with your life.

The Doctor says "Yes, I will absolutely step in

"and essentially destroy myself in order to save the world".

And he knows exactly what he has to do.

-What are you doing?

-Something clever.

What a classic line. And then he does.

In Luke's final moment, he finds a sense of purpose.

Sontar, ha!

He sees very clearly that he has to stop the Sontarans, and he knows exactly how he can do it.

He's the only person who should do it.

So after over 900 years and nine regenerations, armed

with nothing more than a cheeky grin and his trusty screwdriver, the Doctor is still out there,

saving the universe.

We interrupting you?

He really is the greatest hero of all time.

It's fun travelling with the Doctor, and working on the TARDIS.

He's a man of many worlds, and many words.

Sco po tro no flo jo co fo toto.

No bo ho sho co ro to so.

Bo-ko-do-so-ko-po-fo-po-jo.

Mo ho.

Allons-y! Allons-y!

One, two, three.

Mmm.

Sorry, there's a bit of gravy. No, just there.

-We have an intruder!

-How did he get in? "Intruder" window?

With nerves of steel, the Doctor just has a knack of getting out of trouble.

Wait, security protocol one.

You hear me, one! One! That gives me three questions.

Three questions to save my life, am I right?

Information. Correct.

No, that wasn't one of them.

That's not fair! Can I start again?

Here, I got you this. Neck brace.

Wear that for a few days until it's better, although...you might want to keep it.

Suits you.

Take me to your leader.

I've always wanted to say that.

Oh, come here! LIFT BELL RINGS

No, no, no!

See? Never waste time with a hug.

Friend or foe, the Doctor is frankly unforgettable.

Queen Elizabeth I!

Off with his head!

What?

-'Titanic falling'.

-What's your first name?

-Alonso.

-You're kidding me.

-What?

Allons-y, Alonso!

Whoa!

-That was close.

-No fun otherwise.

"We are not amused". I bet you five quid I can make her say it.

If I gambled, it'd be an abuse of my privilege as a traveller in time.

-Ten quid?

-Done.

Aargh!

He's stone.

"Armless" enough, though. Quintus!

I'm Sir Doctor of TARDIS.

Interesting. That bit of paper is blank.

-I am not amused.

-Yes!

If you die here, it'll mean I never met you.

-Time can be rewritten.

-Not those times.

Not one line. Don't you dare.

It's OK.

It's OK, it's not over for you.

You'll see me again.

You've got all of that to come.

# And in my dreams it feels like we are 40 storeys tall

# When you're around, ooh, we don't touch the floor

# And in my dreams it feels like we aren't ever gonna fall

# We're safe and sound, and we're untouchable... #

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