5 - The Cybermen: The Next Doctor Doctor Who: Greatest Monsters & Villains

Hello, it's Joel again and welcome once again to the Doctor Who

Monsters and Villains Weekend. We're over halfway through the countdown

and I know what you're thinking - we still haven't seen some of the

scariest monsters to appear on Doctor Who. I think EA is exactly

what this country needs. She technically doesn't count. But this

is it, one of the Doctor's oldest enemies, more machine than man, more

expressionless than a celebrity's Botoxed forehead. And demanding more

upgrades than a teenager in a phone shop, it is the Cybermen.

Upgrading is compulsory. And if I refuse? You will die. A commonly

held belief is that the Cybermen are just crazed robots intent on taking

over the Earth and trying to delete the Doctor. And you're nearly right.

They are in fact cyborgs. Part human, part cold, emotionless

existence that is devoid of any personality. That's eerily close to

my ex-girlfriend's description of me.

Originally from Earth's twin planet Mondas, they are the result of the

Mondasians' desire for self-preservation by constantly

upgrading their bodies with cybernetic modifications. I mean,

could you imagine artificially adding to your body in a desperate

attempt to live longer? These heavy metalers date all the way back to

the very first Doctor, and have appeared with all but two of them.

But their ability to constantly upgrade has seen their appearance

change almost beyond all recognition from their early TV appearances.

Sharon Osbourne. Fear not, people. One of the tried

and tested methods of killing a Cyberman is to short their circuits

using gold. Failing that, there's always good old-fashioned cleaning

products. Good to know that in this time of austerity there's still a

means of defeating the Cybermen. Also, just one of the reasons I

don't use cleaning products. Or at least that's what I tell my mum. My

girlfriend hates it when I call her that. So, coming up in this next

episode we see a new breed of cyber- pets.No - not Tamagotchis. A man

calling himself the Doctor. And the largest Cyberman since James

Corden's guest appearance. It is of course, the not at all confusingly

titled, The Next Doctor. Hot chestnuts. Chestnuts.

# Oh, tidings of comfort and joy Don't worry, don't worry. Stand

back, what have we got here? ..Ooh. Well, there can't be two of ya.

Where the hell have you been? Don't worry. Stand back.

What have we got here, then? Hold on, hold on. Who are you?

I'm The Doctor. Simply The Doctor. Rosita, give me the sonic

screwdriver. What? Now quickly, get back to the TARDIS. Back

to the what? Stand back, sir. Oh, that's different.

Oh, that's new. I've been hunting this beast for a

good fortnight. Now step back, sir. Some sort of primitive

conversion, like they took

the brain of a cat or a dog. Well, talking's all very well.

Rosita. - I'm ready.

Now, watch and learn. Excellent. Now then, let's pull

this timorous beastie down to earth. Or not. I might be in

a little bit of trouble. I'm not letting you out of my sight,

Doctor. Don't you recognise me? This is hardly the right time for me

to go through my social calendar. It's gonna jump!

We're gonna fa-a-a-all! Well, I'm glad you

think it's so funny. You're mad. Both of you.

You could've got killed. Huh. Now I'll have to go

and dismantle the traps. And we've only got 20 minutes

till the funeral, don't forget. Well, not as young as you were

when you were me. When I was who? You really don't recognise me?

Not at all. Or the next but one,

a future Doctor anyway. No, no, don't tell me

how it happened. Although... I hope I don't just trip over

a brick, that'd be embarrassing. Now, might I ask,

who are you, exactly? I'm just Smith. John Smith. But

I've heard all about you, Doctor. Modesty forbids me to agree with

you, sir. But yes. Yes, I am. A legend with

certain memories missing. Great swathes of my life

have been stolen away. but they are creatures

from another world. It's said they fell onto London,

out of the sky in a blaze of light. and you don't blink, Mr Smith. Ah,

don't blink, remember that? Whatever you do, don't blink?

The blinking and the statues? Something's wrong here.

Oh, the funeral. It's been a pleasure, Mr Smith.

Don't breathe a word of it. Can't I come with you?

It's far too dangerous. Rest assured, I shall

keep this city safe. merry Christmas, Mr Smith.

Merry Christmas, Doctor. Report.

Cybershade 16 has made contact. I've been hunting this beast for a

good fortnight. Now step back, sir. The attack is scheduled

for 1400 hours. Plans for the Ascension

demand a successful intervention. As you would say, I will operate

at maximum efficiency. And you'll keep

your part of the bargain? You will be heralded, in the new age

at the Court of the CyberKing. That's work for a woman,

isn't it? The Doctor's companion does what

The Doctor says. Off you go. Do you mind my asking,

is that your sonic screwdriver? This investigation of yours, what's

it about? It started with a murder. Mr Jackson Lake, a teacher of

mathematics from Sussex. It's hard to say, his body was

never found. But then it started. More secret murders,

then abductions. So whose house is this?

The latest murder. The Reverend Aubrey Fairchild.

Found with burns to his forehead, like some advanced form

of electrocution. But who was he, was he important?

You ask a lot of questions. A keen advocate of

children's charity. Children again. Why would the Cybermen

want him dead? And what's his connection to the

first death, this Jackson Lake? As though you

engendered some sort of... I can't help noticing

you're wearing a fob watch. If I were you, I'd say they worked

something like this. That is the history of London,

1066 to the present day. they're in the wrong century,

they haven't got much power. They need plain old basic

infostamps to update themselves. What's wrong?

I've seen one of these before. But it's not a conversation

for a dead man's house. It'll make more sense if we go

back to the TARDIS... Your TARDIS. Hold on, I just need to do

a final check. Won't take a tick. just maybe, it's got something

that needs infostamping. Delete!

Stairs! Can't lead them outside! OK, this is

really your last warning! Whatever you're doing stuck in 1851,

I can help! I'm the only person in the world who

can help you! Listen to me! Delete! You need me. Check your memory

banks, my name's The Doctor. Leave this man alone,

The Doctor is me! Delete! The Doctor, remember?

I'm The Doctor! You need me alive!

You need The Doctor, and that's me! Infostamp with

a cyclo-Steinham core. You ripped open the core

and broke the safety, zap! Only The Doctor would think of that.

I did that... You're trying to take away the

only thing I've got, like they did. They stole something, something

so precious. But I can't remember. Forasmuch as it hath pleased

Almighty God of his great mercy, to take unto Himself the soul

of our dear brother here departed, we therefore

commit his body to the ground. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes

and dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the

Resurrection to eternal life, who shall change our vile body,

that it may be like unto his glorious body,

according to the mighty working... Whatever for? A lady at the

graveside is debatable enough, but... your apparel....

Is it too exciting? You're disgracing the ceremony,

dressed like a harlot. Oh, and you should know, Mr Cole.

How do you know my name? You've walked past me so many times,

all you good men of charity, Matron of the St Joseph Workhouse,

your humble servant. But that's why the late

Reverend Fairchild had to die. Man that is born of woman

hath but a short time to live. Although I've got some friends

who might disagree with that. Mr Cole, Mr Scoones, Mr Fetch,

Mr Milligan, stay where you are. You're needed. The rest of you are

disposable. Sorry. I repeat, Mr Cole, Mr Scoones,

Mr Fetch, Mr Milligan. Stay. You monstrous witch!

Merry Christmas to you, too. What do you need us for?

Your children. Now then, Rosita.

A little decorum. He's always doing this,

leaving me behind. Going frantic. The Reverend Fairchild's death

was the work of the Cybermen. A temporary base,

until we rout the enemy. The TARDIS is magnificent,

but it's hardly a home. And where's the TARDIS now?

In the yard. Evidence. The property of Jackson

Lake, the first man to be murdered. Oh, but my new friend is a

fighter, Rosita, much like myself. He faced the Cybermen

with a cutlass. I'm not ashamed to say,

he was braver than I. Late one night,

by the Osterman's Wharf, Can I see it?

Mr Smith, it would be my honour. There she is!

My transport through time and space. Brilliant. Nice one.

And is it inflated by gas, yeah? We're adjacent to the Mutton Street

Gasworks, I pay them a modest fee. Good work, Jed.

Glad to be of service, sir. You never know, maybe tonight's

the night, Doctor. Imagine it, He dreams of leaving,

but never does. I can depart, in the TARDIS,

once London is safe. Do you ever wonder

what you're escaping from? Mr Cole, Mr Scoones,

Mr Fetch and Mr Milligan, you have your instructions and the

Court of the CyberKing is waiting. But now,

set about your appointed tasks. A long time away, and not so far

from here, the Cybermen were fought so great that everything

inside The Void perished. But, as the walls of the world

weakened, And they found you.

I fought them, I know that. But what happened? At the same

time, another man came to London. Plenty of luggage,

money in his pocket. Maybe coming to town for the

winter season, I don't know. Jackson Lake is dead.

The Cybermen murdered him. I told you the answer

was in the fob watch. But I'm The Doctor.

You became The Doctor because the infostamp you picked up

was a book about one particular man. Stolen from the Daleks

inside The Void, I'd say, but it's everything

you could want to know Time Lord, TARDIS,

enemy of the Cybermen. You see?

The infostamp must have backfired, streamed all that

information about me No, no, no, no, no. Infostamps

are just facts and figures. saving Rosita,

defending London town. Hmm? And the invention,

building a TARDIS. That's all you. There's still something missing,

isn't there? But that's an awful lot

of luggage for one man. What you suffered

is called a fugue. Where the mind just runs away,

because it can't bear to look back. because Jackson Lake

had lost so much. You found a whole cache

of infostamps. But what is it? Activation. A call to arms.

The Cybermen are moving! That's Mr Cole. He's Master

of the Hazel Street Workhouse. Maybe he's taking them to prayers.

Oh, nothing as holy as that. Mr Cole, you seem to have

something in your ear. Now, this might hurt a bit,

but if I can just... Can't risk a fight.

Not with the children. All need a good whipping,

if you ask me. You will enter

the Court of the CyberKing. that's too well guarded. We'll have

to find another way in. Oh, but they wouldn't hurt me,

my fine boys. They are my knights

in shining armour. You've still got free will.

Step away... No-one's ever been able

to change my mind. The Cybermen offered me the one

thing I wanted - liberation. I doubt he paid you to talk.

More importantly, who are you, sir? With such intimate knowledge

of my companions. Incorrect. You do not correspond

to our image of The Doctor. Yeah, that's cos your database got

corrupted. Oh, look, look, look! Plug it in. Go on, download.

The core has been damaged. This infostamp would

damage Cyberunits. The perfect day for a birth,

with a new message for the people. Only this time, it won't

be the words of a man. Tell your masters,

we're not waiting till dawn. That stronghold down by the river.

I need to find a way in. And while my memory is

still not intact, this was in the luggage.

The deeds - That might be a way in! Brilliant!

But there's still more. I remember the cellar...

and my wife. But I swear there was

something else in that room. If we can find that, perhaps that's

the key to defeating these invaders. Maybe you should go back...

Don't even try! No. And as for you, Mr Cole, Mr Scoones,

Mr Fetch and Mr Milligan, Now let the new

Industrial Revolution begin. It's like it's hidden.

Not enough power. Come on! No! Now, just...

I think if you remember correctly... All hail the CyberKing.

All hail the CyberKing. But you promised

I would never be converted! They want every living thing

to be like them. Your mind is riven with anger

and abuse and revenge. These have no place in a Cybermind.

Activate! Emotions have tormented you

all of your life. Now you will be set free.

This is your liberation. For the love of God!

Have you no pity? A CyberKing is born.

All hail the CyberKing. They're generating electricity.

But what for? We can set them free! Hold on. Power fluctuation.

That's not meant to happen. It's going wrong? No, it's weird.

The software's rewriting itself. DISTORTED VOICE: I can see

the stars, the worlds beyond, the Vortex of Time itself

and the whole of infinity. That is incorrect.

"Glorious" is an emotional response. Exactly! There is so much joy

in this machine. My mind is stronger

than you ever thought! It dominates, sir!

It dominates you! Alert! You are operating beyond

the standard parameters. I am new. There will be a new race

of Cybermen. MY Cybermen! Logic and strength combined

with fury and passion! You will be removed

from the processor. What the hell's happening? It's out

of control! It's accelerating. When it reaches 100,

what about the children? KLAXON SOUNDS

All of you, come on! As fast as you can, come on!

There's a hot pie for everyone, if you leg it! Go!

And once you're out, keep running! Far as you can!

It's some sort of starter motor, but starting what?

But he's alive, Doctor! Frederic! Come on! No, he's too scared.

Go to St Stephen's. Ask for the Warden, he'll take care of you.

It's under the water! There's something in the Thames!

Witness me, mankind, as CyberKing of all!

I will stride across this tiny little world!

What the hell is that thing, sir? Oh, good man. Jed, wasn't it?

Jed, I need your help! I'm not going out there!

Um... All right. What d'you want me to do? The TARDIS is gonna fly!

You're flamin' bonkers, sir! It's been said before! Now gimme.

Ever flown one of these before? Nope! Never!

Can I have my money now? Oh, get on with it!

Oh, sir. I thought I'd lost you. My son, Rosita. This boy is my son.

Who the 'ell is that?! His name, sir...

Yet another man come to assert himself against me in the night.

You might have the most remarkable mind this world has ever seen.

Strong enough to control the Cybermen themselves!

No, but such a mind deserves to live!

The Cybermen came to this world using a Dimension Vault.

I can use that device to find you a home, with no people to convert,

but a new world where you can live out your mechanical life in peace.

What do you make of me, sir? An idiot?

The question is, what do you make of me?

All I did was break the Cyber-connection,

Open, I think, for the first time in far too many years.

Look at what you've done. I'm sorry, Miss Hartigan.

He's killed it. Whatever he did, he's killed it!

But it's gonna fall! SCREAMING

there to be harmlessly disintegrated.

And I know that he has done this deed a thousand times! But not once.

No, sir, not once, not ever, has he ever been thanked!

But no more! For I say to you, on this Christmas morn,

The city will recover, as London always does.

I find myself a widower, but with my son

Now, take care of that one. She's marvellous.

Frederic will need a nursemaid and I can think of none better.

We thought we might all dine together, at the Traveller's Halt.

..and in memory of those we have lost.

Oh, if I might, Doctor? One last adventure?

Complete and utter, wonderful nonsense!

All those bright and shining companions!

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

It's no longer a request. It's a demand!

Just this once. You've actually gone and changed my mind.

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

The feast awaits. Come with me! Walk this way.

I certainly will! Merry Christmas to you, Jackson.

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