The Day of the Doctor Doctor Who

ORIGINAL THEME TUNE

BELL TOLLS

SHIPPING FORECAST ON RADIO: '..Wind southwest. Rain at times...'

CLARA: "Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be.

"Be one." Marcus Aurelius.

BELL RINGS

Have you been running?

Are you OK? There was a call for you, at the office.

From your doctor.

Did he leave an address?

HORN HONKS

Draught!

Fancy a week in Ancient Mesopotamia...

followed by future Mars?

Will there be cocktails?

On the moon.

The moon'll do!

Ha-ha!

How's the new job? Teach anything good?

No. Learn anything?

Not a thing.

CLUNKING

-What's happening?

-Whoa, whoa. We're taking off.

But the engines aren't going!

-PILOT:

-'Windmill 11 to Greyhound Leader.

'Blue Eagle is airborne. Ready to receive.

'We're on our way.'

METALLIC THRUMMING

Hello, Kate Stewart's phone?

Oh, hold on.

Excuse me...sorry!

Ma'am! Ma'am!

The ravens are looking a bit sluggish.

-Tell Malcolm they need new batteries.

-It's him!

Sorry, it's your personal phone, but, well,

I recognised the ringtone. It's him, isn't it?

Inhaler.

Doctor, hello. We found the TARDIS in a field.

-'I'm having it brought in.'

-No kidding!

'Where are you?'

Oh, my God!

'Oh, Doctor, I'm so sorry, we had no idea you were still in there.'

Come on.

'Roger. New heading - 207. Changing course.'

Argh...!

-Doctor?!

-Clara!

Doctor, can you hear me?

Ow!

-'I don't think he can hear me.'

-Next time,

would it kill you to knock(?)

I'm having you taken directly to the scene.

'Doctor, hello, are you OK?'

Whoa...! I'm just going to pop you on hold.

-'Doctor?'

-Ah! Doctor!

Atten...tion!

Why am I saluting?

Doctor, as Chief Scientific Officer,

may I extend the official apologies of UNIT...?

Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, a word to the wise.

As I'm sure your father would've told you,

I don't like being picked up.

That probably sounded better in his head.

I'm acting on instructions direct from the throne.

Sealed orders from Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the First.

The Queen? The First? Sorry, Elizabeth the First?

Her credentials are inside.

No. Inside...

Nice scarf.

What's our cover story for this?

-Um, Derren Brown.

-Again?

Oh, we've sent him flowers.

Atten...tion!

Right, I want a secure perimeter around the gallery.

Did you know her? Elizabeth the First?

-Unified Intelligence Task Force.

-Sorry?

This lot. UNIT. They investigate alien stuff, anything alien.

-What, like you?

-I work for them.

-You have a job?!

-Why shouldn't I have a job?

I'd be brilliant at having a job.

You don't have a job!

I do. This is my job, I'm doing it now.

-You never have a job.

-I do! I do.

Elizabeth's credentials, Doctor.

But...

but that's not possible.

No more.

No more.

-That's the title.

-I know the title!

Also known as Gallifrey Falls.

This painting doesn't belong here -

-not in this time or place.

-Obviously.

It's the fall of Arcadia,

Gallifrey's second city.

But how is it doing that? How is that possible?

It's an oil painting...

..in 3D.

Time Lord art.

Bigger on the inside. A slice of real time...

..frozen.

Elizabeth told us where to find it...and its significance.

You OK?

He was there.

-Who was?

-Me.

The other me.

The one I don't talk about.

I don't understand.

I've had many faces, many lives.

I don't admit to all of them.

There's one life I've tried very hard to forget.

No more.

He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War,

-and that was the day he did it - the day

-I

-did it.

The day he killed them all.

The last day of the Time War.

The war to end all wars between my people and the Daleks.

And in that battle, there was a man with more blood on his hands

than any other.

A man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe,

and that man...was me.

MUSIC: "First There Were Daleks"

Exterminate!

Argh!

Exterminate!

Message for the High Council, Priority Omega.

Arcadia has fallen. I repeat, Arcadia has fallen.

Soldier...

I'm going to need your gun.

SCREAMING

Exterminate!

Exterminate!

Exterminate!

Please! Please, just don't!

Alert! Alert!

The Doctor is detected!

The Doctor is surrounded!

Inform High Command, we have the Doctor!

Seek, locate, destroy!

The Doctor is surrounded...

Seek, locate, destroy! Seek...

METALLIC THRUMMING

The...Doctor...is...escaping.

What...are...these...words?

Explain!

Explain!

The High Council is in emergency session -

-they have plans of their own.

-To hell with the High Council -

their plans have already failed.

Gallifrey's still in the line of fire.

So he was there, then?

He left a message, a written warning for the Daleks.

He's a fool.

No. He's a madman.

As you can see, sir, all Dalek fleets surrounding the planet,

now converging on the capital, but the Sky Trenches are holding.

CRASHING AND RUMBLING

Where did he go next?

What does it matter? This is their biggest ever attack, sir -

-they're throwing everything at us...

-Sir,

we have a security breach to the Time Vaults.

The Omega Arsenal,

where all the forbidden weapons are locked away.

They're not forbidden any more -

we've used them all against the Daleks.

No.

No, we haven't.

The Moment is gone.

I don't understand. What is the Moment? I've never heard of it.

The galaxy eater.

The final work of the ancients of Gallifrey,

a weapon so powerful, the operating system became sentient.

According to legend...

it developed a conscience.

And we've never used it?

How do you use a weapon of ultimate mass destruction

when it can stand in judgment on you?

There is only one man who would even try.

-THE OTHER DOCTOR:

-Time Lords of Gallifrey, Daleks of Skaro...

..I serve notice on you all.

Too long I have stayed my hand. No more.

Today, you leave me no choice.

Today, this war will end.

No more.

No more.

How...

..how do you work?

Why is there never a big red button?

SCUFFLING

Hello?

Is somebody there?

It's nothing.

It's just a wolf.

-Don't sit on that!

-Why not?

Because it's not a chair -

it's the most dangerous weapon in the universe.

Why can't it be both?

Why did you park so far away?

Didn't you want her to see it?

Want who to see?

The TAR...DIS.

You walked for miles.

And miles and miles and miles and miles.

-I was thinking!

-I heard you.

You heard me?

"No...more."

"No more."

'No more.'

-"No more."

-No more.

-"No more!"

-Stop it!

-"No more!"

-"No more."

-Who are you?

CLICKING

It's activating. Get out of here!

-Ow!

-What's wrong?

The interface is hot.

Well, I do my best.

There's a power source inside...

You're the Interface?

They must have told you the Moment had a conscience.

Hello!

Oh, look at you.

Stuck between a girl and a box.

Story of your life, eh, Doctor?

You know me?

I hear you.

All of you, jangling around in that dusty old head of yours.

I chose this face and form especially for you.

It's from your past.

Or possibly your future - I always get those two mixed up.

I don't have a future.

I think I'm called...

Rose Tyler.

No, yes, no, sorry.

No, no, in this form, I'm called...

..Bad Wolf.

Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, Doctor?

-Stop calling me Doctor.

-That's the name in your head.

It shouldn't be.

I've been fighting this war for a very long time -

I've lost the right to be the Doctor.

Then you're the one to save us all.

Yes.

If I ever develop an ego, you've got the job.

If you have been inside my head...

..then you know what I've seen.

The suffering.

Every moment in time and space is burning.

It must end.

And I intend to end it the only way I can.

And you're going to use me to end it by killing them all,

Daleks and Time Lords alike.

I could, but there will be consequences for you.

I have no desire to survive this.

Then that's your punishment.

If you do this - if you kill them all - then that's the consequence.

You...live.

Gallifrey...

you're going to burn it...

and all those Daleks with it but all those children too.

How many children on Gallifrey right now?

CHILDREN LAUGH

I don't know.

One day you will count them.

One terrible night.

Do you want to see what that will turn you into?

Come on! Aren't you curious?

I'm opening windows on your future.

A tangle in time through the days to come,

to the man today will make of you.

OK, I wasn't expecting that.

But the Time War's over.

Why have you brought us here to look at a painting?

-KATE:

-The painting only serves as Elizabeth's credentials,

proof that the letter is from her.

It's not why you're here.

'My dearest love, I hope the painting known as Gallifrey Falls

'will serve as proof that it is your Elizabeth who writes to you now.

'You will recall that you pledged yourself

'to the safety of my kingdom.

'In this capacity, I have appointed you as curator

'of the Under Gallery where deadly danger to England is locked away.

'Should any disturbance occur within its walls,

'it is my wish that you be summoned. God speed, gentle husband.'

What happened?

Easier to show you.

PHONE RINGS

McGillop.

But that's not possible. I was just...

Understood, sir. But...why would I take it there?

Elizabeth the First? You knew her, then?

A long time ago.

GALLOPING HOOVES

-Allons-y!

-ELIZABETH LAUGHS

HORSE WHINNIES

There you go, Your Majesty, what did I tell you?

Bigger on the inside!

The door isn't - you nearly took my head off.

It's normally me who does that.

SHE GIGGLES

Tell me, Doctor, why I'm wasting my time on you. I have wars to plan.

You have a picnic to eat.

You could help me.

Well...

I'm helping you eat the picnic.

But you have a stomach for war.

This face has seen conflict -

it's clear as day.

Oh, I've seen conflict like you wouldn't believe.

But it wasn't this face.

But never mind that, Your Majesty - up on your feet! Up, up!

How dare you?!

I'm the Queen of England!

I'm not English.

Elizabeth,

will you marry me?

Oh, my dear, sweet love. Of course I will!

-Ah! Gotcha!

-My love?

One! The real Elizabeth would never have accepted my marriage proposal.

Two! The real Elizabeth would notice

when I just casually mention having a different face.

But then the real Elizabeth

isn't an alien shape-shifting from outer space!

And...

-DING!

-..ding.

What's that?

It's a machine that goes...ding!

-DING!

-Made it myself.

It lights up in the presence of shape-shifter DNA. Ooh.

Also it can microwave frozen dinners from up to 20 feet

and download comics from the future.

-I never know when to stop.

-My love, I do not understand.

I'm not your love. And yes, you do!

You're a Zygon.

A Zygon?

Oh, stop it, it's over! A Zygon, yes.

A big red rubbery thing, covered in suckers.

Surprisingly good kisser.

Think the real Queen of England would just decide

to share the throne with any old handsome bloke in a tight suit...

-HORSE WHINNIES

-..just cos he's got amazing hair

and a nice horse?

-GURGLING

-Oh.

It was the horse!

I'm going to be King!

-Run!

-What's happening?

-We're being attacked

by a shape-shifting alien from outer space,

-formerly disguised as my horse.

-What does that mean?

It means... we're going to need a new horse.

Where's it going?

I'll hold it off, you run. Your people need you.

And I need you alive for our wedding day.

Oh, good work, Doctor, nice one!

The Virgin Queen? So much for history!

Come on!

-Know you're there!

-DING!

SHE PANTS

SHE SCREAMS

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Oh, very clever.

Whatever you've got planned, forget it.

I'm the Doctor.

I'm 904 years old.

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

I am the oncoming storm, the bringer of darkness,

and you are basically just a rabbit, aren't you?

OK, carry on - just a...general...

warning.

-DING!

-Doctor!

->

Elizabeth!

That thing...explain what it is!

What does it want of us?

That's what I'm trying to find out. Probably just your planet.

-Doctor?

->

Step away from her, Doctor. That's not me, that's the creature.

How is that possible? She's me.

Doctor, she's me!

I am, indeed, me. A compliment that cannot be extended to yourself.

Extraordinary!

The creature has captured my exact likeness -

this is exceptional.

Exceptional? A Queen would call it impertinent.

A Queen would feel compelled to admire

the skill of the execution -

before arranging one.

Ah! It's not working!

One might surmise the creature would learn quickly

to protect itself from any simple means of detection.

-DING!

-Clearly you understand the creature better than I.

But then you have the advantage.

Back, both of you, now!

That's a time fissure, a tear in the fabric of reality.

Anything could happen!

For instance...

a fez.

This way.

Welcome to the Under Gallery.

This is where Elizabeth the First kept all art

deemed too dangerous for public consumption.

Stone dust.

Is it important?

In 1,200 years, I've never stepped in anything that wasn't.

Oi, you! Are you sciencey?

Oh, erm. Well, erm...yes.

-Got a name?

-Yes.

Good, I've always wanted to meet someone called Yes.

Now, I want this stone dust analysed.

And I want a report in triplicate,

with lots of graphs and diagrams and complicated sums,

on my desk, tomorrow morning, ASAP, pronto, LOL.

See? Job.

-Do I have a desk?

-No.

-And I want a desk!

Get a team, analyse the stone dust.

-SHE WHEEZES

-Inhaler!

Someday, you could just walk past a fez.

Never going to happen.

As you instructed, nothing has been touched.

This is why we called you in.

3D again.

-Interesting.

-The broken glass?

No...

where it's broken from.

Look at the shatter pattern.

The glass on all these paintings has been broken from the inside.

As you can see, all the paintings are landscapes -

-no figures of any kind.

-So?

There used to be.

-Something's got out of the paintings?

-Lots of somethings.

Dangerous.

This whole place has been searched.

There's nothing here that shouldn't be, and nothing's got out.

Oh, no! Not now!

-Doctor, what is it?

-No, not now - I'm busy!

Is it to do with the paintings?

No, no. This is different. I remember this.

Almost remember...

Oh, of course!

-This is where

-I

-come in.

Geronimo-o...

-Doctor!

-Wait.

..o-o-o!

HE GROANS

Who is this man?

-That's just what

-I

-was wondering.

Oh, that is skinny.

That is proper skinny.

I've never seen it from the outside.

It's like a special effect. Oi! Ha! Matchstick man!

You're not...

-Compensating?

-For what?

-Regeneration - it's a lottery.

Oh, he's cool. Isn't he cool?

"I'm the Doctor and I'm all cool - oops, I'm wearing sandshoes!"

What are you doing here? I'm busy.

Oh, busy? I see, is that what we're calling it, eh? Eh?

-Hello, ladies.

-Don't start.

-Listen, what you get up to

in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business.

One of them is a Zygon.

Urgh...

I'm not judging you.

WHOOSHING

-BOTH:

-Oh, lovely!

Your Majesties...probably a good time to run.

-BOTH:

-But what about the creature?

-Elizabeth, whichever one of you

is the real one, turn and run in the opposite direction to the other one.

-BOTH:

-Of course, my love!

Stay alive, my love.

I am not done with you yet.

Thanks. Lovely.

I understand. Live for me, my darling.

We shall be together again.

Well, won't that be nice?

-One of those was a Zygon.

-Yeah.

-Big red rubbery thing. Covered in suckers.

-Yeah.

-Venom sacs in the tongue.

-Yeah, I'm getting the point, thanks.

-Nice.

-CLARA: Doctor? Is that you?

-Ah! Hello, Clara! Can you hear me?

Yeah, it's me, we can hear you. Where are you?

-Where are we?

-England...1562.

Who are you talking to?

-BOTH:

-Myself.

-KATE:

-Can you come back through?

Physical passage may not be possible in both directions.

It's... Ah!

Hang on! Fez incoming!

Nothing here.

So where did it go?

-CLARA: 'Who's he talking to?' KATE:

-'He said - himself.'

Keep him talking. Malcolm? Malcolm, I need you to send me

one of my father's incident files - codenamed Cromer.

'70s or '80s, depending on the dating protocol.

GURGLING

OK, you used to be me, you've done all this before - what happens next?

I don't remember.

How can you forget this?!

Hey, hang on, it's not MY fault.

You're obviously not paying enough attention. Reverse the polarity!

-It's not working.

-We're both reversing the polarity!

-Yes, I know that.

-There's two of us - I'm reversing it,

and you're reversing it back again! We're confusing the polarity.

Anyone lose a fez?

You.

How can you be here?

More to the point, WHY are you here?

Good afternoon.

I'm...looking for the Doctor.

Well...you've certainly come to the right place.

Good! Right!

Well, who are you boys?

Oh, of course! Are you his companions?

His companions?

They get younger all the time!

Well, if you could point me in the general direction of the Doctor...

SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRS

BOTH SONIC SCREWDRIVERS WHIRR

Really?

Yeah.

-Really.

-You're me? Both of you?

-Yep.

-Even that one?

Yes!

You're my future selves.

-Yes!

-Yes!

Am I having a mid-life crisis?

Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that?

They're scientific instruments, not water pistols.

Look like you've seen a ghost!

Still...loving the posh, gravelly thing. It's very convincing.

Brave words, Dick Van Dyke.

Encircle them!

Which of you is the Doctor?

The Queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor's head.

Well, this has all the makings of your lucky day.

I think there's three of them now.

-KATE:

-'There's a precedent for that.'

What is that?

Oh, the pointing again. They're screwdrivers!

What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them(?)

That thing...what witchcraft is it?

Ah, yes!

Now that you mention it, that is witchcraft, yes, yes, yes.

Witchy-witchcraft. Hello? Hello in there? Excuse me. Hello!

Am I talking to the wicked witch of the well?

He means you.

-Why am

-I

-the witch?

-'Clara?'

-Hello?

Clara, hi, hello.

Hello. Would you mind telling these prattling mortals

to get themselves begone?

What...he said.

Yes, tiny bit more colour.

Right.

Prattling mortals, off you pop,

or I'll turn you all into frogs.

Oh, frogs, nice. You heard her.

Doctor, what's going on?

It's a...timey-wimey thing.

Timey...what? Timey-wimey?

I've no idea where he picks that stuff up.

SOLDIERS: The Queen!

You don't seem to be kneeling. How tremendously brave of you.

-Which one are you? What happened to the other one?

-Indisposed.

-Long live the Queen!

-SOLDIERS: Long live the Queen!

Arrest these men. Take them to the Tower.

That is not the Queen of England - that's an alien duplicate!

-And you can take it from him, cos he's really checked.

-Oh, shut up!

-Venom sacs in the tongue.

-Seriously, stop it!

No, hang on, the Tower! Did you say the Tower?

Ah, yes, brilliant, love the Tower. Breakfast at eight, please.

Will there Wi-Fi?

Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?

Yes! No!

I demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately

-with my co-conspirators, Sandshoes and Grandad!

-Grandad?

-They're not sandshoes.

-Yes, they are!

Silence! The tower is not to be taken lightly.

'Very few emerge again.'

-Dear God, that man's clever. Come on!

-Where are we going?

My office. Otherwise known as the Tower of London.

JAILER: Oi, you lot, get in there!

Ow!

TING!

Three of us in one cell -

that's going to cause some nasty anomalies if we don't get out soon.

What are you doing?

-Getting us out!

-The sonic won't work on that - it's too primitive.

Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape(?)

OK, so the Queen of England is now a Zygon,

but never mind that, why are we all together?

Why are we all here?

Well, me and...Chinny, we were surprised.

But you came looking for us -

you knew it was going to happen. Who told you?

-Oi!

-"Chinny"?

Yeah, you do have a chin.

Marble, granite... a lot of different stone,

but none of it from the fabric of the building.

It's like somebody smashed up a lot of old statues.

Are there any missing?

Don't think so.

Why would anyone do that anyway?

I mean, I know we're meant to keep an open mind,

but are we supposed to believe in creatures

that can hide in oil paintings

and have some sort of a grudge against statues?

You all right?

-We have to go - right now, this minute.

-What's wrong?

The things from the paintings...

I know why they smashed the statues.

-Why?

-Because they needed somewhere to hide.

GURGLING

SHE SCREAMS

Oh!

ALARM

The Doctor will save me, the Doctor will save me,

the Doctor will save me, the Doctor will save me,

the Doctor will save me, the Doctor will save me...

Excuse me - I'm going to need my inhaler.

I so hate it when I get one with a defect!

Oh, you've got some perfectly horrible memories in here,

haven't you?

So jealous of your pretty sister.

I don't blame you, I wish I'd copied HER.

So do I!

Oh, for goodness' sake...!

-KATE:

-The Doctor will be trying to send us a message.

We're looking for a string of numerals

from around 1550, approximately - priority one.

I'm going to need access to the Black Archive.

The Black Archive.

Highest security rating on the planet.

The entire staff have their memories wiped at the end of every shift.

Automated memory filters in the ceiling.

-Access, please.

-Ma'am.

Atkins, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am. First day here.

(Been here ten years.)

Lock and key - bit basic, isn't it?

Can't afford electronic security down here -

got to keep the Doctor out.

The whole of the Tower is TARDIS-proofed.

-He really wouldn't approve of the collection.

-But you let me in?

You have a top-level security rating from your last visit.

Sorry, my what?

Apologies. We have to screen all of his known associates -

we can't have information about the Doctor and the TARDIS

falling into the wrong hands.

The consequences could be disastrous.

What is that?

Time travel.

A vortex manipulator, bequeathed to the UNIT archive

by Captain Jack Harkness, on the occasion of his death.

Well, one of them.

-No-one can know we have this, not even our allies.

-Why not?

Think about it! Americans with the ability to rewrite history?

You've seen their movies.

OK, so this is how we're going to rescue the Doctor.

I'm not sure there's enough power for a two-way trip.

In any event, we don't know the activation code.

The Doctor knows we have this,

so he's always kept the code from us.

-PHONE RINGS

-Let's hope he changes his mind.

Yes.

Well, if you've found it,

photograph it and send it to my phone.

Erm, Kate. Should they be here?

Why have they followed us?

Oh, they've probably just finished disposing of the humans a bit early.

The humans...?

Dear me! I really do get into character, don't I?

The Under Gallery is secured.

Prepare to dispose of one more human. We have acquired the device.

Activation code - right?

In theory, I can trigger an isolated sonic shift

among the molecules, and the door should disintegrate.

We'd have to calculate the exact harmonic resonance

of the entire structure down to a sub-atomic level.

Even the sonic would take years.

No, no. The sonic would take centuries.

Oh, we might as well get started.

Help to pass the "timey-wimey".

Do you have to talk like children?

What is it that makes you so ashamed of being a grown-up?

Oh, the way you both look at me. What is that?

I'm trying to think of a better word than "dread".

It must be really recent for you.

Recent?

The Time War, the last day. The day you killed them all.

-The day WE killed them all.

-Same thing.

It's history for them. All decided.

They think their future is real - they don't know

it's still up to you.

I don't talk about it.

-You're not talking about it. There's no-one else here.

-Go on. Ask them.

Ask them what you need to know.

Did you ever count?

Count what?

How many children there were on Gallifrey that day.

I have absolutely no idea.

How old are you now?

Ah...I don't know, I lose track.

Twelve hundred and something, I think, unless I'm lying.

I can't remember if I'm lying about my age - that's how old I am.

400 years older than me.

And in all that time, you've never even wondered how many there were?

You never once counted?

Tell me...

what would be the point?

2.47 billion.

You DID count!

You forgot?

400 years? Is that all it takes?

I moved on.

Where?! Where can you be now that you can forget something like that?

-Spoilers.

-No.

No, no, no. For once, I would like to know where I'm going.

No. You really wouldn't.

I don't know who you are... either of you.

I haven't got the faintest idea.

They're you.

They're what you become if you destroy Gallifrey.

The man who regrets...

..and the man who forgets.

The moment is coming.

The Moment is me, you have to decide.

No.

No?

Just...no!

HE LAUGHS

Is something funny? Did I miss a funny thing?

Sorry. It just occurred to me.

This is what I'm like when I'm alone.

It's the same screwdriver.

Same software...different case.

400 years!

I'm sorry?

At a software level, they're all the same device, aren't they?

Same software, different case.

-Yeah.

-So...?

So, it would take centuries for the screwdriver to calculate

how to disintegrate the door. Scanning the door,

implanting the calculation as a permanent subroutine

in the software architecture

and...if you really are me,

with your sandshoes and your dicky bow,

and that screwdriver is still mine...

..that calculation is still going on.

WHIRRING

Yeah. Still going.

Calculation complete.

Same software. Different face.

Eh, 400 years in four seconds. We may have our differences,

which is frankly odd in the circumstances,

but I tell you what, boys, we are incredibly clever!

How did you that?

-It wasn't locked.

-Right.

So they're both you, then, yeah?

Yes. You've met them before, don't you remember?

A bit. Nice suit!

Thanks.

Hang on.

Three of you in one cell, and none of you thought to try the door.

It should have been locked.

Yes, exactly! Why wasn't it locked?

Because I was fascinated to see what you would do upon escaping.

I understand you're rather fond of this world.

It's time I think you saw what's going to happen to it.

GROANING Ah!

Kate? Oh, goodness, you're not actually dead.

Oh, that's tremendous news!

Those creatures, they turn themselves into copies.

And they need to keep the original alive, refresh the image,

so to speak.

-(BREATHLESSLY)

-Where...where did they go?

I don't know. Ooh, hang on - yes, I do. The Tower.

If those creatures have got access to the Black Archive,

we may just have lost control of the planet.

The Zygons lost their own world.

It burned in the first days of the Time War.

A new home is required.

So they want this one?

Not yet. Far too primitive.

Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort.

Commander...

..why are these creatures here?

Because I say they should be.

It is time you too were translated.

Observe this.

I believe you will find it fascinating.

WHIRRING

That's him! That's the Zygon in the picture now.

-THE OTHER DOCTOR:

-It's not a picture, it's a Stasis Cube.

Time Lord art -

frozen instants in time, bigger on the inside

but could be deployed as...

..Suspended animation. Oh, that's very good.

The Zygons all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries

till the planet's a bit more interesting, and then out they come.

You see, Clara,

they're stored in the paintings in the Under Gallery, like Cup-a-Soups.

Except you add time - if you can picture that.

Nobody could picture that. Forget I said Cup-a-Soups.

And now the world is worth conquering.

So the Zygons are invading the future

from the past.

Exactly!

And do you know why I know that you're a fake?

Because you're such a bad copy.

It's not just the smell, or the unconvincing hair,

or the atrocious teeth, or the eyes just a bit too close together,

or the breath that could stun a horse -

it's because my Elizabeth, the real Elizabeth,

would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan.

Honestly, why would you do that?

Because it's not my plan,

and I AM the real Elizabeth.

OK. So...backtracking a moment,

just to lend some context to my earlier remarks...

My twin is dead in the forest.

I am accustomed to taking precautions.

These Zygon creatures never even considered that it was me

who survived, rather than their own commander.

The arrogance that typifies their kind.

Zygons?

-Men!

-And you actually killed one of them?

I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman,

but at the time, so did the Zygon.

The future of my kingdom is imperilled.

Doctor, can I rely on your service?

Well, I'm going to need my TARDIS.

-It has been procured already.

-Ah!

But first, my love, you have a promise to keep!

I now pronounce you...man and wife.

CLARA WHOOPS

You may kiss the bride.

Is there a lot of this in the future?

It does start to happen, yeah.

God speed, my love.

I will be right back.

Whoo!

Right, then, back to the future.

You've let this place go a bit!

Ah, it's his grunge phase. He grows out of it.

-Don't you listen to them!

-ALARM

Ooh! The desktop is glitching.

Three of us from different time zones, it's trying to compensate.

Hey, look, the round things.

-I love the round things.

-What ARE the round things?

-No idea.

-BEEPING

Oh, dear, the friction contrafibulator.

Ha! There! Stabilised.

Oh, you've redecorated!

I don't like it.

Oh? Oh, yeah. Oh,

you never do! Listen, we're going to the National Gallery - the Zygons are underneath it.

No, UNIT HQ, they followed us there in the Black Archive.

OK...so you've heard of that, then.

The equipment here is phenomenal.

The humans don't realise what half this stuff does -

we could conquer their world in a day.

We were fortunate, then...

in our choice of duplicate.

If I were human, I'd say it was Christmas.

No. I'm afraid you wouldn't. We're not armed. You may relax.

We are armed. You may not.

Lock the door.

I'm afraid we can't be interrupted.

You don't mind if I get comfortable?

-You don't mind if

-I

-do?

You'll realise there are protocols protecting this place.

-Osgood...

-In the event of alien incursion,

the contents of this room are deemed so dangerous,

-it will self-destruct in...

-Five minutes.

ALARM

There's a nuclear warhead 20 feet beneath us.

Are you sitting comfortably?

You would destroy London?

To save the world? Yes, I would.

You're bluffing.

You really think so?

Somewhere in your memory is a man called

Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart.

I'm his daughter.

' "Science leads," Kate. Is that what you meant?

'Is this what your father meant?'

-Doctor?

-'Space-Time Telegraph, Kate.

'A gift from me to your father, hotline straight to the TARDIS.'

I know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol.

Kate, please,

please, tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid!

'I'm sorry, Doctor. Switch it off.'

-THE TENTH DOCTOR:

-'Not as sorry as you will be.'

This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with.

Kate! We're trying to bring the TARDIS in - why can't we land?

-KATE:

-I said switch it off!

No, Kate, please, just listen to me...

The Tower of London - totally TARDIS-proof.

How can they do that?

Alien technology plus human stupidity -

trust me, it's unbeatable.

We don't need to land.

Yeah, we do, a tiny bit. Try and keep up.

No, we don't. We don't. There is another way.

Cup-a-Soup!

What is Cup-a-Soup?

What happened?

Easier to show you.

PHONE RINGS

McGillop.

Take a look at your phone and confirm who you're talking to.

But that's not possible. I was just...

'You were just talking to me, I know.'

I'm a time traveller - figure it out.

I need you to send the Gallifrey Falls painting to the Black Archive.

-'Understood?'

-Understood, sir.

But why would I take it there?

-KATE 2:

-One word from you would cancel the countdown.

-KATE:

-Quite so.

It's keyed to your voice print.

And mine alone.

Not any more. Cancel the detonation!

Countermanded! Cancel the detonation!

-KATE:

-Countermanded!

We only have to agree, to live.

Sadly, we can only agree to die.

Please, Doctor. Please save us.

Please save us. Please save us.

Please save us...

Exterminate!

SIREN

Hello.

I'm the Doctor.

Sorry about the Dalek.

Also the showing off.

Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, what in the name of sanity are you doing?

The countdown can only be halted at my personal command.

There's nothing you can do.

Except make you both agree to halt it.

-KATE:

-Not even for three of you.

You're about to murder millions of people.

To save billions. How many times have you made that calculation?

Once.

Turned me into the man I am now.

I'm not even sure who that is any more.

You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie.

Because what I did that day was wrong. Just wrong.

And because I got it wrong...

I'm going to make you... get it right.

How?

Any second now, you're going to stop that countdown.

Both of you. Together.

Then you're going to negotiate the most perfect treaty of all time.

Safeguards all round, fair on both sides.

And the key to perfect negotiation...

Not knowing what side you're on.

So, for the next few hours...

until we decide to let you out...

No-one in this room will be able to remember if they're human...

..Or Zygon.

Whoops-a-daisy!

-BOTH:

-Cancel the detonation!

Peace in our time.

It's funny, isn't it?

If I'm a Zygon, then my clothes must be Zygon too.

So, what happens if I lose a shoe or something?

SHE COUGHS

Oh!

Hello.

-Hello.

-I'm Clara.

We haven't really met yet.

I look forward to it.

Is there a problem?

The Doctor - my...

my Doctor -

he's always talking about the day he did it,

the day he wiped out the Time Lords to stop the war...

One would.

You wouldn't.

Because you haven't done it yet. It's still in your future.

You're very sure of yourself.

He regrets it. I see it in his eyes every day.

He'd do anything to change it.

Including saving all these people.

How many worlds has his regret saved, do you think?

Look over there - humans and Zygons working together in peace.

How did you know?

Your eyes.

You're so much younger.

Then, all things considered...

..it's time I grew up.

I've seen all I needed.

The moment has come.

I'm ready.

ROSE: I know you are. >

Who's there? Who were you talking to...?

ROSE: You wanted a big red button.

One big bang - no more Time Lords,

no more Daleks.

Are you sure?

I was sure when I came in here.

There is no other way.

You've seen the men you will become.

Those men...

extraordinary.

They were you.

No.

They were the Doctor.

You're the Doctor too.

No.

Great men are forged in fire.

It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame...

..whatever the cost.

CHILDREN LAUGH

You know the sound the TARDIS makes?

That wheezing...groaning.

That sound brings hope wherever it goes.

Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.

To anyone who hears it, Doctor.

Anyone, however lost... METALLIC THRUMMING

..even you!

I told you - he hasn't done it yet.

Go away now, all of you.

This is for me.

These events should be time locked - we shouldn't even be here.

So something let us through.

You clever boys!

Go back.

Go back to your lives.

Go and be the Doctor that I could never be.

Make it worthwhile.

All those years, burying you in my memory.

Pretending you didn't exist.

Keeping you a secret, even from myself.

Pretending you weren't the Doctor,

when you were the Doctor more than anybody else.

You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right.

But this time...

..You don't have to do it alone.

Thank you.

What we do today is not out of fear or hatred.

It is done because there is no other way.

And it is done in the name of the many lives we are failing to save.

What?

What is it, what?

-Nothing...

-No.

It's something. Tell me!

You told me you wiped out your own people. I just...

I never pictured you doing it, that's all.

Take a closer look.

CLARA: What's happening?

Nothing - it's a projection.

ROSE: It's a reality around you.

These are the people you're going to burn?

There isn't anything we can do.

He's right.

There isn't another way, there never was.

Either I destroy my own people or let the universe burn.

Look at you...

..the three of you.

The warrior. The hero.

And you.

And what am I?

Have you really forgotten?

Yes. Maybe, yes.

We've got enough warriors -

any old idiot can be hero.

Then what do I do?

What you've always done.

Be a doctor!

You told me the name you chose was a promise.

What was the promise?

Never cruel or cowardly.

Never give up,

never give in.

You're not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?

We change history all the time.

I'm suggesting something far worse.

What, exactly?

Gentleman, I have had 400 years to think about this.

I've changed my mind.

There's still a billion billion Daleks up there, attacking.

Yeah, there is, there is.

But there's something those billion billion Daleks don't know.

Cos if they did, they'd probably send for reinforcements.

What, what don't they know?

This time, there's three of us.

Oh!

Oh! Oh, yes, that is good!

That is brilliant!

Oh, oh, oh! I'm getting that too - that is brilliant!

Ha-ha-ha! I've been thinking about it for centuries!

She didn't just show me any old future -

she showed me exactly the future I needed to see!

-Now you're getting it.

-Eh? Who did?

Oh, Bad Wolf Girl, I could kiss you.

-Yep, that's going to happen(!)

-Sorry, did you say, "Bad Wolf"?

So what are we doing? What's the plan?

The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly.

The Sky Trench is holding, but what if the whole planet...

-just disappeared?

-Tiny bit of an ask.

The Daleks would be firing on each other -

they'd destroy themselves in their own crossfire.

Gallifrey would be gone, the Daleks would be destroyed,

and it would look to the rest of the universe

as if they'd annihilated each other.

-But where would Gallifrey be?

-Frozen!

Frozen in an instant of time,

safe and hidden away.

Exactly!

Like a painting.

ANDROGAR: Another one!

-THE GENERAL:

-Are you sure the message is from him?

-Oh, yes!

-Why would he do that?

What's the mad fool talking about now?

'Hello, hello, Gallifrey High Command,

'this is the Doctor speaking.'

'Hello! Also the Doctor. Can you hear me?'

'Also the Doctor - standing ready.'

Dear God, three of them! All my worse nightmares at once!

-'General, we have a plan.'

-We should point out, at this moment,

-it is a fairly terrible plan.

-'And almost certainly won't work.'

'I was happy with "fairly terrible".'

'Sorry, just thinking out loud.'

We're flying our three TARDISes into your lower atmosphere.

We're positioned at equidistant intervals round the globe.

"Equidistant" - so grown-up!

We're just about ready to do it.

-THE GENERAL:

-'Ready to do what?'

We're going to freeze Gallifrey.

I'm sorry, what?

Using our TARDISes,

we're going to freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time.

'You know, like those Stasis Cubes?'

A single moment in time held in a parallel pocket universe.

Except we're going to do it to a whole planet.

And all the people on it.

What? Even if that were possible,

'which it isn't, why would you do such a thing?'

-Because the alternative is burning.

-And I've seen that.

And I never want to see it again.

We'd be lost in another universe...

..frozen in a single moment.

We'd have nothing.

You would have hope.

And right now, that is exactly what you don't have.

It's delusional. The calculations alone

would take...hundreds of years.

Oh, hundreds and hundreds.

But don't worry -

I started a very long time ago!

'Calling the War Council of Gallifrey, this is the Doctor.'

You might say, I've been doing this all my lives!

'Good luck!' 'Stand by.' 'Ready?' 'Commencing calculations.'

'Soon be there.'

'Across the boundaries that divide one universe from another.

'Just got to lock on to his coordinates.'

And for my next trick...!

I didn't know when I was well off! All 12 of them!

ANDROGAR: No, sir...

..all 13!

Sir! The Daleks know that something is happening.

They're increasing their fire power.

Do it, Doctor.

Just do it.

METALLIC THRUMMING

'Do it!'

OK.

'Gentleman...we're ready.'

Geronimo...!

Allons-y!

Oh, for God's sake!

Gallifrey stands!

I don't suppose we'll ever know if we actually succeeded.

But at worst,

we failed doing the right thing,

as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong.

Life and soul, you are(!)

What is it actually called?

Well, there's some debate.

Either No More

or Gallifrey Falls.

Not very encouraging.

How did it get here?

No idea.

There's always something we don't know, isn't there?

One should certainly hope so.

Well, gentlemen...

it has been an honour...

and a privilege.

-Likewise.

-Doctor.

And if I grow to be half the man

that you are, Clara Oswald,

I shall be happy indeed.

That's right - aim high!

I won't remember this, will I?

The time streams are out of sync.

You can't retain it, no.

So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey,

rather than burn it.

I'll have to live with that.

But for now,

for this moment...

..I am the Doctor again.

Thank you.

Which one is mine?!

Ha!

METALLIC THRUMMING

Oh, yes...

Course, suppose it makes sense...

Wearing a bit thin.

I hope the ears are bit less conspicuous this time.

I won't remember either, so you might as well tell me.

Tell you what?

Where it is we're going that you don't want to talk about.

I saw Trenzalore...

where we're buried.

We die in battle among millions.

That's not how it's supposed to be.

That's how the story ends - nothing we can do about it.

Trenzalore is where you're going.

Oh, never say nothing.

Anyway...

good to know my future is in safe hands.

Keep a tight hold on it, Clara.

Mm! On it!

Trenzalore.

We need a new destination, because...

..I don't want to go.

METALLIC THRUMMING

He always says that.

Need a moment alone with your painting?

-How did you know?

-Those big, sad eyes.

-Ah.

I always know.

Oh, by the way, there was an old man looking for you.

I think it was the curator.

I could be a curator.

I'd be great at curating.

I'd be...the great curator.

I could retire and do that.

I could retire and be the curator of this place.

< You know, I really think you might.

I never forget a face.

I know you don't, and in years to come,

you might find yourself revisiting a few

but just...the old favourites, eh?

You were curious about this painting, I think.

I acquired it in remarkable circumstances.

What do you make of the title?

Which title? There's two.

No More...

..or Gallifrey Falls?

Oh, you see, that's where everybody's wrong.

It's all one title.

Gallifrey Falls No More.

Now, what would you think that means, eh?

That Gallifrey didn't fall.

It worked. It's still out there.

I'm only a humble curator - I'm sure I wouldn't know.

-Then where is it?

-Where is it indeed?

Lost - shh! - perhaps.

Things do get lost, you know.