Rise of the Cybermen Doctor Who

The prototype has passed every test, sir.

It's working.

I hardly think "working"

is the correct word.

That would apply only to machines.

I'm sorry. I should say "it's alive".

-Can it hear me?

-It might still be in shock.

Bear in mind the brain has been welded to the exoskeleton.

Skin of metal...

..and a body that will never age or die.

I envy it. Do you know me?

Answer.

Do you know me?

You are John Lumic.

My child.

Mark this day, Dr Kendrick.

We are blessed.

Well, it's not quite over yet, sir. We need Geneva's approval.

Technically, this is a new form of life, and that contravenes the Bio-Convention.

-They need to ratify this.

-And they will refuse me.

Nonetheless, we need to tell them.

-And if I don't?

-Well, I'm sorry, sir, but it's my duty.

I shall have to inform them.

And how will you do that from beyond the grave?

I don't quite understand.

Kill him.

-Captain!

-Yes, sir?

Inform all staff,

we have a new destination.

Set sail for Great Britain!

The munchkin lady with the big eyes. Remember how she looked at you?

Then she opens her mouth and fire comes out!

I thought I was gonna get frazzled!

Yeah, one minute she's standing there, next minute, roar!

Where was that, then? What happened?

Oh, it was on this...

this planet thing, asteroid. It's a long story, you had to be there.

Um... What are you doing that for?

Cos you told me to.

When was that?

About half an hour ago.

Um... You can let go now.

Well, how long's it been since I could've stopped?

10 minutes. 20...

29.

-You just forgot me!

-No, no, no, I was just... I was...

I was calibrating. I was just... No, I know exactly what I'm doing.

-What's happened?

-The time vortex, it's gone!

That's impossible, it's just gone!

Brace yourself! We're gonna crash!

Everyone all right? Rose? Mickey?

I'm fine. I'm OK, sorry, yeah.

She's dead.

The Tardis is dead.

You can fix it.

There's nothing to fix.

She's perished.

The last Tardis in the universe, extinct.

We can get help, yeah?

Where from?

-Well, we've landed, we've got to be somewhere.

-We fell out of the Vortex.

Through the Void, into nothingness.

We're in some sort of no-place.

The Silent Realm.

-The Lost Dimension.

-Otherwise known as London.

London, England, Earth.

Hold on.

The 1st of February, this year.

Not exactly far flung, is it?

-So this is London?

-Yup.

-Your city?

-That's the one.

-Just as we left it?

-Bang on.

And that includes the zeppelins?

What the hell?!

That's beautiful.

OK, so it's London with a big International Zeppelin Festival.

This is not your world.

But if the date's the same...

It's parallel, right?

Am I right? Like a parallel Earth where they've got zeppelins?

-Am I right? I'm right, aren't I?

-Must be.

-So, a parallel world where...

-Oh, come on! You've seen it on films.

It's like an alternative to our world, where everything's the same, but a little bit different.

-Like, I dunno, traffic lights are blue, Tony Blair never got elected.

-And he's still alive.

A parallel world and my dad's still alive.

Don't look at it, Rose. Don't even think about it. It's not your world.

But he's my dad. And...

'Trust me on this.'

Oh, that's weird.

-But he's real...

-'Trust me on this.'

He's a success. He was always planning these daft little schemes, health food drinks and stuff.

Everyone said they were useless.

-But he did it.

-Rose. If you ever trusted me, then listen to me now.

Stop looking at him.

Your father's dead, he died when you were six months old. That's not your Pete, that is a Pete.

And for all we know he's got his own Jackie, his own Rose.

His own daughter, who's someone else, but not you.

You can't see him. Not ever.

'Trust me on this. Trust me on this.' >

'Trust me on this. Trust me on this.'

Hello? Sweetheart?

Only me.

Oh, the bad penny. Was this your idea?

Don't deny it, it's got your fingerprints all over it.

"Trust me on this!" Oh, I can trust you, all right.

-Trust you to cock it up!

-What have I done now?

-Have a look!

-What's wrong with that?

-40!

-It says 40!

-You ARE 40.

I don't want the whole world telling, do I?

-You're having a party tonight.

-My 39th!

My official biography says I was born on the same day as Cuba Gooding Junior,

and that makes me 39, thank you very much. Rose!

Come here! Rose!

These are from the girls in the office.

Happy birthday.

I've got hand-sculpted arrangements by Veronica of Reykjavik, and your secretary stopped off at a garage?

I don't think so. And if you're giving out presents, where's my zeppelin?

Everyone else has got one. Rose!

Come on, Rose!

Look, you didn't even notice, did you? Special delivery.

Got sent round today.

Birthday present from Mr Lumic. Latest model, diamond studded. They pick up signals from Venezuela.

Why would you want to pick up signals from Venezuela?

Well, I don't know! But now I can find out!

Oh, for God's sake, where is she? Rose!

She needs a good bath before tonight or she's gonna be honking.

Rose! Come to Mummy! Come on!

There you are, my darling!

PHONE RINGS

Mr Lumic! Jackie was just saying thank you, that's very kind of you.

-Those ear pods are hand made. Tell her to take care.

-Course I will.

Um, I don't suppose you'll be joining us tonight for the party? We'd be very honoured.

The world below can party, some of us have work to do.

My plans have advanced, Peter. The President has promised a decision.

-I'm flying in now. We'll be at the airstrip by five o'clock.

-Right.

It's just that I promised I'd help the wife out tonight.

If the President of Great Britain can make this meeting, then so can you.

I dunno, he's not married to Jackie, is he?

Five o'clock, Mr Tyler.

A famous day!

Voiceprint access, John Lumic.

Initiate ear pod override.

Subject, Jacqueline Tyler.

Activate.

Download.

Tyler residence, February 1st.

Give me security arrangements for tonight.

Passwords, encryption services.

And restore.

Thank you, Mrs Tyler.

Activate picturelink.

-Mr Crane?

-Mr Lumic.

Events are moving faster than I anticipated.

-I need extra staff.

-Very good, sir.

I shall go on a recruitment drive.

Back her up.

I told you to keep an eye on her!

-She's all right.

-She goes wandering off!

A parallel world, it's like a gingerbread house!

All those temptations, calling her.

Oh, so it's just Rose, then? There's nothing out there to tempt me?

Well, I don't know, I can't worry about everything! If I could just get this thing to...

-Did that help?

-Yes.

-Did that hurt?

Yes. Ow.

And it's good news for Great Britain, as John Lumic returns to the country of his birth.

Mr Lumic, the inventor of High Content Metal, has denied allegations of ill-health.

We're all flesh and blood.

But the brain is what makes us human.

And my mind is more creative than ever!

'With shares in Cybus Industries doubling in price, Mr Lumic...'

'In other news... The Torchwood Institute has published a study, claiming that male...'

We're not meant to be here.

The Tardis draws its power out of the universe, but it's the wrong universe.

It's like diesel in a petrol engine.

But I've seen it in comics, people go hopping from one alternative world to another. It's easy!

Not in the real world.

Used to be easy. When the Time Lords kept their eye

on everything, you could pop between realities, home in time for tea.

Then they died and took at all with them.

The walls of reality closed. The worlds were sealed.

-Everything became that bit less kind.

-Then how did we get here?

I don't know. Accident?

Should've been impossible, now we're trapped.

What's that?

What?

That, there. Is that a reflection?

It's a light! Is it? Is that a light?

I think that's a light, that's all we need! We've got power!

Mickey, we've got power! Ha!

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

I beg your attention. Christmas has come early, so come and get it.

Oh, smell that, comrades.

Burgers and chips, sausage and beans, pork, chicken and hot sweet tea.

All for free!

-Don't go!

-But there's food.

All you can eat, free of charge!

Don't just stand there, fill your faces with pasties, pies...

-They're lying.

-Easy for you to say.

When did you last starve?

All those people, disappearing off the streets.

It's been going on for months.

It's them.

-They're taking you away.

-What for?

Experiments.

But hurry now, charity can't sleep...

I'm so hungry.

So, come and get it while it's hot!

That's it, kind sir! Get in there and fill your face!

Feast yourself brother,

feast yourself.

SHRIEKS AND CRIES Take 'em away.

It's alive!

-What is it?

-Nothing, it's tiny. It's one of those

insignificant little power cells that no-one ever bothers about.

And it's clinging on to life!

It's got one little ounce of reality, tucked away inside.

-Enough to get us home?

-Not yet.

I need to charge it up.

We could go outside and lash it up to the National Grid.

Wrong sort of energy. It's got to come from our universe.

-But we don't have anything.

-There's me.

I just gave away ten years of my life.

Worth every second.

It's going out, is that OK?

It's on a recharging cycle.

It'll loop round, power back up and be ready to take us home in...

Ooh, 24 hours.

So that gives us 24 hours on a parallel world.

Shore leave. So long as we keep our heads down, easy. No problem.

Let's go and tell her.

There you are! It's all right, no applause, I fixed it.

24 hours and then we're flying back to reality.

What is it?

My phone connected.

There's this Cybus network, it finds your phone.

And it gave me internet access.

Rose, whatever it says, this is the wrong world.

-I don't exist.

-What do you mean?

-There's no Rose Tyler.

I was never born.

There's Pete, my dad, and Jackie.

-He still married Mum. But they never had kids.

-Give me that phone.

They're rich.

They've got a house and cars and everything they want.

But they haven't got me.

I've got to see 'em.

-You can't.

-I just want to see 'em.

-I can't let you.

-You just said 24 hours!

You can't become their daughter, that's not the way it works. Mickey, tell her.

-24 hours, yeah?

-Where are you going?

-Well, I can do what I want.

-I've got the address and everything,

-Stay where you are, both of you!

-Come back! Mickey, come back here, right now!

-I just want to see them.

I've got things to see an' all.

-Like what?

-Well, you don't know anything about me, do you?

It's all about Rose. I'm just the spare part.

I'm sorry, I've got to go.

Go on then. There's no choice, is there?

You can only chase after one of us. It's never gonna be me, is it?

-Back here, 24 hours.

-Yeah.

If I haven't found something better.

-Mr Tyler, what's the matter? Couldn't wait until tonight?

-Mr President, honoured.

I'm on the fast-track programme.

Cybus Industries have bought up my company, so I'm part of the firm now.

Some people say they've bought my government.

I've never heard anybody say that.

Never.

-You can trust me on this.

-I tried your drink, that Vitex stuff.

-It tastes like pop.

-Well, it is pop.

You made money by selling a health food drink to a sick world.

Not quite the ordinary Joe you appear to be, are you?

He does like to keep us waiting.

But tell me, you've had a chance to observe John Lumic more than most.

What's your opinion?

He's very sharp, I'd say. Sharp as ever.

Very clever man. Brilliant, in fact.

Then you don't think he's insane?

-It's not the word I would've used, no.

-I see.

Can I see your ID, please?

Yeah, that's in order.

-Am I all right to get past?

-Yeah, no bother.

Curfew doesn't start till ten.

-There's a curfew?

-Course there is.

Where've you been living, mate? Up there with the toffs?

I wish.

See ya.

Mickey's mum just couldn't cope.

His dad hung around for a while, but then he just sort of wandered off.

He was brought up by his gran.

She was such a great woman.

God, she used to slap him!

But then she died.

She tripped and fell down the stairs.

It was about five years ago now, I was still in school.

-I never knew.

-Well, you never asked.

-You never said.

That's Mickey.

I suppose I...

We just take him for granted.

-Do you think she's alive, his gran?

-Could be.

Like I said, parallel world, gingerbread house.

We need to get out here as fast as we can.

TWO-TONE BEEPS

What are they all doing?

They've stopped.

It's the earpieces.

Like Bluetooth attachments, but everyone's connected together.

PHONE BEEPS

It's on my phone. It's automatic, look. It's downloading.

Is that what they're all getting?

News, international news, sport, weather.

They get it direct.

Downloaded right into their heads.

TV schedules, lottery numbers.

Everyone shares the same information.

"The Daily Download, published by Cybus Industries."

You lot, you're obsessed. You'll do anything for the latest upgrade.

Oi, they're not my lot. Different world, remember?

It's not so far off your world, this place is only parallel.

Ooh, look at that.

Cybus Industries, owners of just about every company in Britain, including Vitex.

Mr Pete Tyler's very well connected.

OK, I give up. Let's go and see him.

< Who's that there?

Who is it? I know you're there.

Shame on you, tricking an old lady. I've got nothing worth stealing.

And don't think I'm gonna disappear, you're not gonna take me!

Hi.

Is that you?

It's me. I came home.

-Ricky?

-It's Mickey.

I know my own grandson's name,

it's Ricky. Now come here.

OK. I'm Ricky.

Course I am. Ricky, that's me.

-You stupid boy!

-Ow!

-Where've you been?

Stop hitting me!

It's been days and days! I keep hearing all these stories, people disappearing off the street.

There's nothing official on the download. But there's all these rumours and whispers.

I thought they'd gone and disappeared you!

That carpet on the stairs, I told you to get it fixed. You're gonna...

-fall and break your neck.

-Well, you get it fixed for me!

I should've done, way back.

-Guess I'm just kind of useless.

-Now, I never said that.

I am though.

And I'm sorry, Gran. I'm so sorry.

Don't talk like that. Do you know what you need?

A nice sit down and a cup of tea.

-You got time?

-For you, I've got all the time in the world.

Oh, you say that, but you're all talk.

It's those new friends of yours, I don't trust them.

-What friends are they?

-Don't pretend you don't know.

You've been seen, Mrs Chan told me.

-Driving about, all helter-skelter in that van.

-What van's that then?

You know full well.

Don't play games with me, now get inside!

-I've been looking for you everywhere!

-Ricky?

Ricky?

Ricky, you were the one who told us.

You don't contact your family, cos it puts them in danger.

Yeah. Ricky said that.

Course I did, just testing.

I saw them, I taped them.

They went round Blackfriars, gathering up the homeless like the Child Catcher.

-They must have took four dozen.

-The vans were hired out to a company called International Electromatics.

But I did a protocol search.

Turns out that's a dummy company established by, guess who?

I don't know, who?

Cybus Industries!

Well, now we've got evidence!

Bad news is, they've arrested Thin Jimmy.

So that just leaves you.

-Leaves me what?

-The number one.

Top of the list, London's most wanted.

OK, cool.

Say that again.

The most precious thing on this earth is the human brain and yet we allow it to die.

But now, Cybus Industries has perfected a way of sustaining

the brain indefinitely, within a cradle of copyrighted chemicals.

The latest advances in synapse research allows cyberkinetic impulses

to be bonded onto a metal exoskeleton.

This is the ultimate upgrade.

-Our greatest step into cyberspace.

-I'm sorry,

could we stop at that?

I don't need the pitch. I think we all know what this ultimate upgrade entails.

And I'm here to tell you, John, the answer is no.

My government does not give you permission.

And I think no government ever will.

I've prepared a paper for the Ethical Committee.

Oh, come on! It's not just unethical, it's obscene.

Mr President, if I might make a personal plea.

I am dying, sir.

I'm aware of that.

And I'm very sorry.

Without this project, you have condemned me.

My inventions have advanced this whole planet.

Would you have all that perish?

You're a fine businessman, John.

But you're not God.

I'm really very sorry, but I think we should end it there.

Mr Tyler, I'll see you tonight.

I think we could all do with a drink.

Mr Lumic.

Still, it's not the only country in the world. There's always New Germany.

This is the homeland.

My birthplace.

-You may leave.

-Thank you, sir.

Mr Crane!

-Ready and waiting, sir.

-Did the override work?

Well, needs a bit of fine tuning.

We weren't exactly delicate, given the rush. But, yeah, yeah.

It's all working.

I've been testing the system, sir.

They've grafted on a treat, these have.

Given a little persuasion.

If you'd care to observe, sir.

A-a-and, turn to the right.

A-a-a-and, back to the left.

Are you having fun, Mr Crane?

No, no. Not at all, sir, no.

It's just...well, it's irresistible.

Then resist. And start the Upgrade.

-Did we get permission?

-I am governed by greater laws, old friend.

The right of a man to survive.

Now begin.

And turn to the left.

Forward march.

SHRIEKS

Let's cover up that noise!

Give us track number 19.

MUSIC PLAYS: # In the jungle The mighty jungle

# The lion sleeps tonight

# In the jungle, the quiet jungle

# The lion sleeps tonight

# A wim-o-weh

# A wim-o-weh

# A wim-o-weh

# A wim-o-weh

# Ooh

# A wee-um-um-a-weh... #

MAN SCREAMS

There's a light on. There's someone inside the base.

Mrs Moore, we've got visitors.

One, two, three.

Go!

What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing there?

What am I doing here?

What am I doing there?

They've got visitors.

February 1st. Mum's birthday.

Even in a parallel universe, she still loves a party.

Well, given Pete Tyler's guest list, I wouldn't mind a look.

And there is one guaranteed way of getting inside.

-Psychic paper!

-Who do you want to be?

-We could've been anyone.

-It got us in, didn't it?

You're in charge of the psychic paper, we could've been guests.

Celebrities, Sir Doctor, Dame Rose.

We end up serving.

I did enough of this back home.

If you want to know what's going on, work in the kitchens.

-According to Lucy, that man over there...

-Who's Lucy?

She's carrying the salmon pinwheels.

Oh, that's Lucy, is it?

Yeah. Lucy says, that is the President of Great Britain.

-What, there's a President, not a Prime Minister?

-Seems so.

Or maybe Lucy's just a bit thick.

Excuse me, thank you very much.

Thank you. If I could have your attention, please.

Go on, Pete, about time you did some work!

I thought you liked 'em young?

I'd like to say thank you to you all for coming, on this very special occasion.

My wife's 39th.

Don't believe that one!

Trust me on this. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, without any further ado, here she is.

The birthday girl, my lovely wife, Jackie Tyler.

THEY APPLAUD AND CHEER

Now, I'm not giving a speech. That's what my parties are famous for.

No work, no politics, just a few good mates and plenty of black-market whisky.

Pardon me, Mr President! So, yeah.

Get on with it, enjoy, enjoy!

APPLAUSE CAMERA SHUTTERS WHIRR

You can't stay, even if there was some way of telling them.

Of course I can't.

I've still got Mum at home, my real mum.

I couldn't just leave her, could I? It's just...

They've got each other.

-Mum's got no-one.

-She's got you, those two haven't.

All these different worlds, not one of them gets it right.

Rose! Here's my little girl!

Come to Mummy, come to Mummy! Good girl!

Good girl, aren't you?

Sorry.

'Platoon zero-two now boarding. Platoon zero-two now boarding.'

-Stop staring.

-But what are they, sir?

I'm told they're the future.

Ain't technology wonderful?

Go on, get to the cab, start her up.

-Sir.

-MOBILE RINGS

Mr Crane...are we mobile?

Just about to hit the road, sir. And yourself?

I am arriving, Mr Crane.

Prepare the factory.

Now send them forth, old friend.

Let the good work begin.

He's clean. No bugs.

This is off the scale. He's flesh and blood. How did that happen?

Well, it could be that Cybus Industries have perfected

the science of human cloning, or your father had a bike.

And your name's Mickey, not Ricky?

Mickey.

My dad was Jackson Smith, he used to work at the key cutter's on Clifton's Parade.

He went to Spain, never came back.

But that's my dad.

So...we're brothers?

Be fair, what else could it be?

I don't know...

But he doesn't just look like me, he is exactly the same.

-Something else is going on here, Jake.

-So who are you lot?

-We...

We are the Preachers.

As in Gospel Truth.

You see?

No Ear Pods. While rest of the world downloads from Cybus Industries,

we have got freedom. You're talking to London's most wanted.

But target number one is Lumic, and we are going to bring him down.

From your kitchen?

Have you got a problem with that?

No, it's a good kitchen.

It's an upload from Gemini.

-Who's Gemini?

-The vans are back.

They're moving out of Battersea.

It looks like Gemini was right,

Lumic's finally making a move.

Then we are right behind him. Pack up, we're leaving.

AIR HORN BLARES

SHE LAUGHS

I remember her 21st, a pint of cider in the George.

Sorry...champagne?

Might as well, I'm paying for it.

A big night for you.

For her.

Still, she's happy.

She should be. Great party.

Do you think?

You can trust me!

-"You can trust me on this!"

-That's it, sorry, yeah.

So, erm...how long have you two been married?

20 years.

No kids or...?

We kept putting it off.

She said she didn't want to spoil her figure.

-It's not too late, she's only 40.

-39.

All right, 39.

It's still too late.

I moved out last month.

But we're gonna keep it quiet, you know, it's bad for business.

Why am I telling you all this? We haven't met before, have we?

-I don't know, you just seem sort of...

-What?

I don't know, just sort of...

right.

Stevie, how's things? How's it going at Torchwood?

I don't what they're doing, but this seems to be the target.

Big house, fair bit of money.

Now we've got to find a way to get in there.

I've identified the address.

-It belongs to Peter Tyler, the Vitex millionaire.

-Pete Tyler?

He's listed as one of Lumic's henchmen, a traitor to the state.

-But... We gotta get in there!

-Shut it, duplicate, that's what I just said.

What are they doing?

-What the hell are they?

-RHYTHMIC METALLIC BANGING

-LUMIC:

-'The most precious thing on this earth is the human brain.'

Mrs Tyler, is there anything I can get you?

The last 20 years back.

I can manage a glass of champagne,

-or a nice cup of tea?

-Oh, that'd do me.

My mum loves that. End of a long night, she never goes straight to bed.

-She always stays up just to have that last cup of tea.

-Oh, I'm the same.

-Two sugars.

-And me.

And Pete always says, "You know..."

Ah, never mind him.

I was talking to him earlier.

He's a nice man.

You know, a bit of a Jack the lad, I suppose, even if he has got money,

but he's a good bloke.

Better than most.

He's worth a second chance.

Are you commenting on my marriage?

-No, I was just...

-Who the hell do you think you are?

You're staff. You're nothing but staff, you're just the serving girl, for God's sake.

And you are certainly not getting paid. Don't you dare talk to me.

'This is the ultimate upgrade, our greatest step into cyberspace.'

Cybus!

It's happening again.

What do you mean?

-I've seen them before.

-What are they?

-Cybermen!

SCREAMING

-PHONE RINGS

-Mr Lumic.

Mr President. I suppose a remark about crashing the party would be appropriate at this point.

I forbade this.

These are my children, sir.

Would you deny my family?

What are they, robots?

-Worse than that.

-Who were these people?

-It doesn't matter.

-They're people?

They were - till they had all their humanity taken away.

It's a living brain jammed inside a cybernetic body, with a heart of steel,

all emotions removed.

Why no emotions?

Because it hurts.

I demand to know, Lumic! These people, who were they?

They were homeless and wretched and useless,

until I saved them and elevated them and gave them life eternal.

And now I leave you in their capable hands. Good night, sir.

Good night, Mr President.

-We have been upgraded.

-Into what?

The next level of mankind. We are Human 0.2.

Every citizen will receive a free upgrade, you will become like us.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry for what's been done to you.

But listen to me...

This experiment ends! Tonight.

Upgrading is compulsory.

-And if I refuse?

-Don't.

What if I refuse?

I'm telling you, don't!

What happens if I refuse?

Then you are not compatible.

What happens then?

You will be deleted.

SCREAMS

Jackie!

Jackie!

There's nothing we can do!

-My mum's in there!

-She's not your mother, come on!

Pete! Pete!

Pete, is there a way out?

The side gates!

-Who are you? How do you know so much?

-You wouldn't believe it in a million years.

Who's that?

Get behind me!

Oh, my God, look at you!

I thought I'd never see you again!

-Yeah, no offence, sweetheart, but who the hell are you?

-Rose!

That's not me, that's like...the other one.

Oh, as if things weren't bad enough, there's two Mickeys!

-It's Ricky.

-But there's more of them.

-We're surrounded.

-Put the guns down, bullets won't stop them.

You! Stop shooting, now!

We surrender!

Hands up!

There's no need to damage us.

We're good stock. We volunteer for the upgrade programme.

-Take us to be processed.

-You are rogue elements.

-But we surrender.

-You are incompatible.

-But this is a surrender!

You will be deleted.

But we're surrendering! Listen to me, we surrender!

You are inferior.

Men will be reborn as Cybermen, but you will perish upon maximum deletion.

Delete! Delete! Delete! Delete!

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