The Pandorica Opens Doctor Who

SOBBING

Vincent, can you hear me?

Please, Vincent.

It's not enough he goes drinking all round the town,

now the whole neighbourhood has to listen to his screaming.

He's very ill, Madame Vernet.

Look at this, even worse than his usual rubbish.

What's it supposed to be?

VINCENT CONTINUES TO SCREAM AND SOB

It was found behind the wall in an attic in France.

It's genuine...it's a Van Gogh...

Why bring it to me?

Because it's obviously a message...

and you can see who it's for.

Can't say I understand it.

You're not supposed to understand it, Prime Minister.

You're supposed to deliver it.

Cell 426.

The Doctor? Do you mean Dr Song?

Give me that. Seriously, just give it to me. I'm entitled to phone calls.

Doctor?

No, and neither are you. Where is he?

'You're phoning the time vortex, it doesn't always work.

'But the TARDIS is smart, she's re-routed the call.'

Talk quickly. This connection will last less than a minute.

Dr Song.

Are you finished with that?

You're new here, aren't you?

First day.

Then I'm very sorry.

ALARM

Stay exactly where you are.

She had the lipstick, the hallucinogenic lipstick. She tried to use it on me!

Your tricks don't work in here, Dr Song.

This is the Royal Collection.

And I'm the bloody Queen.

What are you doing here?

It's about the Doctor, Ma'am.

You met him once, didn't you? I know he came here.

-The Doctor!

-He's in trouble.

I need to find him.

-Then why are you stealing a painting?

-Look at it.

I need to find the Doctor, and I need to show him this.

Now, word on the belt is, you're looking for time travel.

Are you selling?

A vortex manipulator, fresh off the wrist of a handsome Time Agent.

I said OFF the wrist.

Not cheap, Dr Song.

Have you brought me a pretty toy?

This is a Calisto Pulse. It can disarm micro-explosives from up to 20 feet.

What kind of micro-explosives?

The kind I just put in your wine.

-Vavoom!

-Va-what?

I can't believe I've never thought of this before, it's genius.

Right!

Landed, come on.

-Where are we?

-Planet One. The oldest planet in the universe.

There's a cliff of pure diamond and, according to legend, on the cliff there's writing.

Letters 50 feet high, a message from the dawn of time,

and no-one knows what it says, cos no-one's ever translated it.

-Till today.

-What happens today?

-Us. The TARDIS can translate anything.

All we have to do is open the doors and read the very first words in recorded history.

Vavoom!

-Right place?

-Just followed the co-ordinates on the cliff-face.

Earth. Britain.

1:02am. No, pm.

No, AD.

-That's a Roman Legion.

-Well, yeah.

The Romans invaded Britain several times during this period.

Oh, I know. My favourite topic at school.

Invasion of the hot Italians. Yeah, I did get marked down for the title.

-Hail, Caesar!

-Hi.

Welcome to Britain. We are honoured by your presence.

Well, you're only human.

Arise...

Roman person.

-Why does he think you're Caesar?

-Cleopatra will see you now.

Hello, sweetie.

River!

-Hi.

-You graffitied the oldest cliff-face in the universe.

You wouldn't answer your phone.

-What's this?

-It's a painting.

Your friend Vincent.

One of his final works.

He had visions, didn't he? I thought you ought to know about this one.

Doctor? Doctor, what is this?

-Why's it exploding?

-I assume it's some kind of warning.

Something's going to happen to the TARDIS?

It might not be that literal. Anyway this is where he wanted you.

-Date and map reference on the door sign, see?

-Does it have a title?

The Pandorica Opens.

Come on. YA!

-The Pandorica? What is it?

-A box. A cage. A prison.

-It was built to contain the most feared thing in all the universe.

-And it's a fairy tale, a legend.

-It can't be real.

-If it is real, it's here and it's opening.

And it's got something to do with your TARDIS exploding.

Hidden, obviously. Buried for centuries. You won't find it on a map.

No. But if you buried the most dangerous thing in the universe,

you'd want to remember where you put it.

How come it's not new?

Because it's already old. Been here thousands of years.

No-one knows exactly how long.

OK, this Pandorica thing.

Last time we saw you, you warned us about it, after we climbed out of the Byzantium.

Spoilers!

-No, but you told the Doctor you'd see him again when the Pandorica opens.

-Maybe I did. But I haven't yet.

But I will have. Doctor, I'm picking up fry particles everywhere.

Energy weapons discharged on this site.

If the Pandorica is here, it contains the mightiest warrior in history.

Now, half the galaxy would want a piece of that. Maybe even fight over it.

We need to get down there.

Right then. Ready.

The underhenge.

ELECTRIC FIZZLING

It's a Pandorica.

More than just a fairy tale.

There was a goblin.

Or a trickster,

or a warrior.

A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies.

The most feared being in all the cosmos.

And nothing could stop it, or hold it,

or reason with it.

One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.

-How did it end up in there?

-You know fairy tales.

A good wizard tricked it.

I hate good wizards in fairy tales. They always turn out to be him.

So it's kind of like Pandora's Box, then?

-Almost the same name.

-Sorry, what?

-The story.

Pandora's Box, with all the worst things in the world in it.

That was my favourite book when I was a kid.

-What's wrong?

-Your favourite school topic, your favourite story.

Never ignore a coincidence, unless you're busy. In which case, always ignore a coincidence.

-So can you open it?

-Easily. Anyone can break INTO a prison.

But I'd rather know what I'm going to find first.

You won't have long to wait.

It's already opening.

There are layers and layers of security protocols in there, and they're being disabled, one by one.

-Like it's being unlocked from the inside.

-How long do we have?

Hours at the most.

-What kind of security?

-Everything. Deadlocks, time-stops, matter-lines.

-What could need all that?

-What could get past all that?

Think of the fear that went into making this box.

What could inspire that level of fear?

Hello, you. Have we met?

-So why would it start to open now?

-No idea.

-Hmm, and how could Vincent have known about it?

He won't even be born for centuries.

The stones! These stones are great big transmitters,

broadcasting a warning to everyone, everywhere, to every time zone.

-The Pandorica is opening!

-Doctor - everyone, everywhere?

Even poor Vincent heard it in his dreams.

-What's in there, what could justify all this?

-Doctor, everyone?

Anything that powerful, I'd know about it. Why don't I know?

Doctor, you said everyone could hear it. So who else is coming?

Oh.

Oh? Oh, what?

OK, if it is basically a transmitter, we should be able to fold back the signal.

-Doing it.

-Doing what?

Stonehenge is transmitting, it's been transmitting for a while...

so who heard?

OK, should be feeding back to you now. River, what's out there?

-Give me a moment.

-River, quickly, anything?

Around this planet, there are at least 10,000 starships.

At least?

10,000, 100,000, 1 million, I don't know. There's too many readings.

What kind of starships?

-CROAKY VOICES: 'Maintaining orbit.'

-'I obey. Shield cover compromised on ion sectors.'

Daleks. Those are Daleks.

'Scan detects no temporal activity. Soft grid scan commencing.

'Reverse thrust for compensatory stabilisation.'

Daleks, Doctor.

'Launch preliminary armaments protocol.'

Yes, OK. OK, OK, OK. Dalek fleet.

Minimum, 12,000 battleships, armed to the teeth.

But we've got surprise on our side!

They'll never expect three people to attack 12,000 Dalek battleships. Cos we'd be killed instantly.

-So it would be a fairly short surprise. Forget surprise.

-Doctor, Cyber-ships.

No, Dalek ships, listen to them, those are Dalek ships.

-Yes. Dalek ships AND Cyber-ships.

-Well, we need to start a fight, turn them on each other.

-It's the Daleks - they're SO cross...

-Sontaran. Four battle-fleets.

Sontarans! Talk about cross, who stole all their handbags?

Terileptil. Slitheen. Chelonian. Nestene. Drahvin.

Sycorax. Haemo-goth.

Zygon. Atraxi. Draconian.

They're all here. For the Pandorica.

What are you?

What could you possibly be?

What do we do?

Doctor, listen to me!

Everything that ever hated you is coming here tonight.

You can't win this. You can't even fight it.

Doctor, this once, just this one time, please, you have to run.

-Run where?

-Fight how?

The greatest military machine in the history of the universe.

What is? The Daleks?

No, no, no.

The Romans!

So.

I return to my command after one week and discover we've been playing host to Cleopatra.

Who's in Egypt. And dead!

Yes. Funny how things work out.

The sky is falling, and you make jokes.

-Who are you?

-When you fight Barbarians, what must they think of you?

Oh, riddles now?

Where do they think you come from?

A place more deadly and more powerful and more impatient than their tiny minds can imagine.

Where do I come from?

Your world has visitors.

-You're all Barbarians now.

-What is that?

Tell me, what?

A fool would say, the work of the Gods.

But you've been a soldier too long to believe there are Gods watching over us.

There is, however, a man.

And tonight he's going to need your help.

Sir?

One moment.

WHISPERED CONFERENCE

Well, it seems you have a volunteer.

-So what's this got to do with the TARDIS?

-Nothing, as far as I know.

But Vincent's painting - the TARDIS was exploding, is that going to happen?

One problem at a time. There's forcefield technology inside this box.

If I can enhance the signal, I could extend it all over Stonehenge.

-Could buy us half an hour.

-What good is half an hour?

There are fruit flies live on Hoppledom 6

that live for 20 minutes and they don't even mate for life.

There was going to be a point to that. I'll get back to you.

So... Are you proposing to someone?

I'm sorry?

I found this in your pocket.

No. No, no, that's, uh...

a memory.

A friend of mine, someone I lost.

Do you mind?

It's weird, I feel...

I don't know. Something.

People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces.

Little things we can't quite account for.

Faces in photographs, luggage, half eaten meals...

rings...

Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely.

And if something can be remembered,

it can come back.

So, was she nice, your friend?

Remember that night you flew away with me?

Of course I do.

And you asked me why I was taking you and I told you there wasn't a reason. I was lying.

-What, so you did have a reason?

-Your house.

-My house.

-It was too big, too many empty rooms.

Does it ever bother you, Amy, that your life doesn't make any sense?

-What was that?

-Need a proper look.

-Got to draw its fire, give it a target.

-How?

-You know how sometimes I have really brilliant ideas?

-Yes...

-Sorry! Look at me, I'm a target!

-What is that?

-Arm of a Cyberman.

-And what's a Cyberman?

-Oh, sort of part man, part robot.

The organic part must have died off years ago, now the robot part is looking for fresh meat.

-What, us?

-It's just like being an organ donor, except you're alive and sort of screaming.

-I need to get round behind it, could you draw its fire?

-Like you did?

You'll be fine if you're quick, it's only got one arm.

Come here!

-Doctor?

-Scrambled its circuits, but stay where you are. It could be bluffing.

-Bluffing? It's an arm!

I said stay where you are!

-Doctor?

-Amy!

-Doctor!

SHE SCREAMS

Doctor?!

-You will be assimilated.

-Yeah?

You and whose body?

HEAVY THUDDING

Doctor?!

Doctor?

Who...? Who are you...?

Hello, Amy.

Woah, woah!

-Sir, the man's coming round.

-Amy?!

-Where's Amy?

-She's fine, Doctor, just unconscious.

OK... Yes, she's sedated, that's all.

Half an hour, she'll be fine. OK, Romans, good, I was just wishing for Romans, good old River. How many?

50 men up top, volunteers. What about that thing?

50? Not exactly a legion.

Your friend was very persuasive, but it's a tough sell.

Yes, I know that, Rory, I'm not exactly one to miss the obvious.

But we need everything we can get.

OK, Cyber-weapons.

This is basically a sentry box. So, headless wonder here was a sentry.

-Probably got himself duffed up by the locals. Never underestimate a Celt.

-Doctor...

Hush, Rory. Why leave a Cyberman on guard? Unless it's a Cyberthing in the box.

But why would they lock up one of their own? OK, no, not a Cyberthing, but what, what?

No, I'm missing something obvious, Rory! Something big, something right slap in front of me, I can feel it!

-Yeah, I think you probably are.

-I'll get it in a minute.

-Hello again.

-Hello.

-How've you been?

-Good. Yeah, good.

I mean, Roman.

-Rory, I'm not trying to be rude, but you died.

-Yeah, I know, I was there.

You died and then you were erased from time.

You didn't just die, you were never born at all, you never existed.

Erased? What does that mean?

How can you be here?

I don't know. It's kind of fuzzy.

Fuzzy?

Well, I died and turned into a Roman. It's very distracting!

Did she miss me?

RUMBLING AND WHOOSHING

-What is it? What's happening?

-The final phase.

It's opening.

-You're surrounded. Have you got a plan?

-Yes!

Now hurry up and get the TARDIS here. I need equipment!

What are you?

They're all here, all of them, all for you.

What could you possibly be?

-THE DOCTOR'S AMPLIFIED VOICE:

-Sorry, sorry, dropped it. Hello, Stonehenge!

Who takes the Pandorica, takes the universe.

But bad news, everyone...

Cos guess who?! Ha!

Listen, you lot, you're all whizzing about, it's really very distracting.

Could you all just stay still a minute? Because I am talking!

The question of the hour is, who's got the Pandorica?

Answer - I do. Next question, who's coming to take it from me?

Come on! Look at me, no plan, no back-up, no weapons worth a damn.

Oh, and something else, I don't have, anything...to... lose!

So if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship, with all your silly little guns,

and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who's standing in your way.

Remember every black day I ever stopped you. And then,

AND THEN, do the smart thing.

Let somebody else try first.

That'll keep 'em squabbling for half an hour!

Romans!

OK...

What's the matter with you?

They're still out there. What do we do now?

If I can stop whatever's in this box getting out, then they'll go home.

-Right.

-Rory, I'm sorry, you're going to have to be very brave now.

Oh, my head.

-Aaaahhh.

-Aaaahhh.

Just your basic knock-out drops.

-Get some fresh air, you'll be fine.

-Is it safe up there?

-Not remotely, but it's fresh.

-Fine.

Oh, you're the guy, yeah, the one who did the...

swordy thing.

-Yeah.

-Well, thanks for the swording. Nice swording.

No problem.

My men are up there.

They'll look after you.

Good. Love a Roman!

She doesn't remember me.

How can she not remember me?

Because you never existed.

What are you doing, what's wrong?

There are cracks. Cracks in time.

There's going to be a huge explosion in the future, on one particular day.

And every other moment in history is cracking around it.

So how does that work? What kind of explosion? What exploded?

'And for those of us who can't read the base code of the universe?'

'Amy's time...' Doesn't matter, the cracks are everywhere.

Get too close and you can fall right out of the universe.

-So I fell through a crack and now I was never born?

-Basically.

-How did I end up here?

-I don't know, you shouldn't have.

What happened? From your point of view, what physically happened?

I was in the cave, with you and Amy.

I was dying

and then I was just here, a Roman soldier. A proper Roman.

Head full of Roman...stuff,

a whole other life.

Just here like I'd woken up from a dream.

Started to think it was a dream.

You and Amy and Leadworth.

Then today, in the camp, the men were talking about the visitors,

the girl with the red hair.

I thought you'd come back for me.

But she can't even remember me.

-Oh, shut up.

-What?

Go get her.

But I don't understand.

Why am I here?

Because you are.

The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous, and sometimes, very rarely,

impossible things just happen and we call them miracles, and that's the theory.

900 years, never seen one yet.

But this would do me.

Now get upstairs, she's Amy and she's surrounded by Romans.

I'm not sure history can take it.

OK?

You OK now?

'Silence will fall.'

Why have you brought me here?

OK, so something's been here.

Amy...

Oh, Doctor, why do I let you out?

A place more deadly and more powerful and more impatient than their tiny minds can imagine.

'So it's kind of like Pandora's box, then?

'That was my favourite book when I was a kid.'

Oh no...

Are you OK?

Did the Doctor send you?

I'm fine, he just fusses.

You got a blanket.

-That's good. Who gave you that?

-One of the fellas.

-Which one?

Just one of them. Does it matter?

No, no.

Forget him, it.

Forget it.

What's your name?

I'm...Rory.

What's wrong?

Nothing. It's just not what you expect Romans to be called.

What's it short for? Roranicus?

Yeah.

You're crying.

The TARDIS, where is it? Hurry up!

Don't raise your voice, don't look alarmed, just listen.

-Hey, what's wrong?

-Nothing.

It's like...

It's like I'm happy.

Why am I happy?

They're not real, they can't be.

They're all right here in the story book,

those actual Romans, the ones I sent you, the ones you're with right now.

They're all in a book in Amy's house, a children's picture book.

What are you even doing there?

The TARDIS went wrong. Doctor, how is this possible?

-Something's using her memories, Amy's memories.

-'But how?'

You said something had been there.

Yes, there's burn marks on the grass outside, landing patterns.

If they've been to her house, they could have used her psychic residue.

Structures can hold memories, that's why houses have ghosts.

They could've taken a snapshot of Amy's memories. But why?

Doctor, who are those Romans?

Projections. Or duplicates.

But they were helping us. My lipstick even worked.

They might think they're real. The perfect disguise.

They actually believe their own cover story,

right until they're activated.

Doctor, that Centurion...

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I don't know why I'm doing that.

It's me.

Amy, please...

It's me.

It's a trap, it has to be.

They used Amy to construct a scenario you'd believe, to get close to you.

Why? Who'd do that?

What for? It doesn't make sense.

River? River?

-River, what's happening?!

-I don't know, it's the engines.

Doctor, there's something wrong with the TARDIS, like something

-else is controlling it.

-You're flying it wrong.

I'm flying it perfectly.

-You taught me.

-Where are you?

What's the date reading?

It's the 26th June, 2010.

You need to get out of there now! Any other time zone, just go.

-I can't break free.

-Well, then, shut down the TARDIS.

-Shut down everything!

-I can't!

'Silence will fall!

'Silence will fall!'

But I don't know you, I've never seen you before in my life.

-You have. You know you have. It's me.

-Why am I crying?

Because you remember me.

I came back! You're crying because you remember me.

Someone else is flying it.

An external force. I've lost control.

But how? Why?

HIGH-PITCHED TONE

Listen to me, just land her anywhere. Emergency landing, now.

There are cracks in time, I've seen them everywhere, and they're getting wider. The TARDIS

exploding is what causes them, but we can stop the cracks ever happening if you just land her!

It's not safe.

Well, now.

Ready to come out, are we?

No! No, please, no!

I'm not going. I'm Rory!

Doctor, I'm down.

-I've landed.

-OK, just walk out of the doors.

If there's no-one inside, the TARDIS engines shut down.

-Just get out of there.

-I'm going.

-Run!

'Doctor! Doctor!

-'I can't open the doors!'

-Amy!

Listen to me, you have to run. You have to get as far away from here as you can!

I'm a thing. I'll kill you. Just go!

Please, no, I don't want to go.

I'm Rory! I'm...

-I'm...

-Williams.

Rory Williams from Leadworth. My boyfriend.

-How could I ever forget you?

-Amy, you've got to run.

I can't hold on, I'm going.

You are Rory Williams and you aren't going anywhere ever again.

Doctor, I can't open the doors!

Doctor, please, I've got seconds!

Plastic Romans.

Duplicates, driven by the Nestene Consciousness, eh?

Deep cover, but what for? What are you doing?

What's in there, eh? What's coming out?

The Pandorica is ready.

What, you mean it's open?

-DALEK VOICE:

-You have been scanned.

Assessed.

Understood.

Doctor.

The ring. Remember the ring?

You'd never let me wear it in case I lost it.

-The Doctor gave it to me.

-Show it to me.

Show me the ring.

-Amy...

-Come on!

Just show it to me.

Scanned? Scanned by what, a box?

Your limits and capacities have been extrapolated.

The Pandorica is ready.

Ready for what?

Ready for you.

There it is. You remember. This is you.

And you are staying.

No...

SHOT FIRES

No! No!

You lot, working together,

an alliance...

How is that possible?

The cracks in the skin of the universe.

All reality is threatened.

All universes will be deleted.

What? And you've come to me for help?

No. We will save the universe from you!

From me?

All projections correlate.

All evidence concurs.

The Doctor will destroy the universe.

No, no, no. You've got it wrong.

The Pandorica was constructed to ensure the safety of the alliance.

A scenario was devised from the memories of your companion.

A trap the Doctor could not resist.

The cracks in time are the work of the Doctor. It is confirmed.

No. no, no. Not me, the TARDIS.

And I'm not in the TARDIS, am I?

Only the Doctor can pilot the TARDIS.

Please, listen to me!

You will be prevented.

Total event collapse! Every sun will supernova at every moment in history.

The whole universe will never have existed!

Please, listen to me!

-Seal the Pandorica.

-No!

Please, listen to me! The TARDIS is exploding right now and I'm the only one who can stop it!

Listen to me!

I'm sorry, my love.

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