The Impossible Astronaut Doctor Who

Out of my way!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Where's the Doctor?!

-Doctor who?

-MUFFLED SNEEZE

You know, this isn't nearly as bad it looks.

"At the personal intervention of the King, the unnamed doctor

"was incarcerated without trial in the Tower Of London."

OK, but it doesn't have to be him.

"Two nights later a magical sphere some 20 feet across was seen floating away from the tower,

"bearing the mysterious doctor aloft."

OK...it's him.

There's more.

Doctor, what can you see?

Is the commandant's office painted a green colour with a big flag on the wall?

ALARM WAILS

I think the answer's probably yes.

DOG BARKS, MAN SHOUTS

It's like he's being deliberately ridiculous, trying to attract our attention.

-Are you watching this again?

-I've explained the jokes.

-DOORBELL RINGS

-So what are you saying?

Do you really think he's back there trying to wave to us out of history books?

It's the sort of thing he'd do. Thanks.

-Yeah, but why?

-He said he'd be in touch.

-Two months ago.

-Two months is nothing.

He's up to something, I know he is, I know him.

What is it? Amy?

A date, a time, a map reference.

I think it's an invitation.

-From who?

-It's not signed.

Look, TARDIS blue!

THUNDER CRACKS

ALARM WAILS You'd better get down here, sir.

She's doing it again.

Dr Song, sir.

She's...packing.

Says she's going to some planet called...America.

-Thanks!

-You're very welcome.

-Uh!

This is it, yeah? The right place?

Nowhere, middle of?

Yeah, this is it.

Howdy!

Doctor!

Ha-ha! It's the Ponds!

Pond One and Pond Two! Hello, Ponds, come here!

So someone's been a busy boy then, eh?

-Did you see me?

-Of course!

-Stalker!

-Flirt!

-Husband.

-And Rory the Roman!

Oh, come here!

-Hey, nice hat.

-I wear a Stetson now, Stetsons are cool.

GUNSHOT

Hello, sweetie.

Right then, where are we? Have we done Easter Island yet?

-Yes, I've got Easter Island!

-They worshipped you there!

-Have you seen the statues?

-Jim The Fish.

Oh, Jim The Fish! How is he?

Still building his dam.

-Sorry, what are you two doing?

-They're both time travellers, so they never meet in the right order.

They're syncing their diaries. So what's happening, then?

Because you've been up to something.

I've been running... faster than I've ever run,

and I've been running my whole life.

Now it's time for me to stop.

And tonight I'm going to need you all with me.

OK, we're here, what's up?

A picnic! And then a trip.

Somewhere different, somewhere brand-new.

Where?

Space...1969.

-Salut!

-Salut!

-Salut!

-So when are we going to 1969?

-And since when do you drink wine?

I'm 1,103 - I must have drunk it some time.

Oh, wine's horrid! I thought it would taste more like the gums.

1,103? You were 908 the last time we saw you.

You've put on a couple of pounds. I wasn't going to mention it.

-Who's that?

-Who's who?

-Sorry, what?

-What did you see? You said you saw someone.

-No, I didn't.

-Ah!

The moon, look at it!

Of course, you lot did more than look, didn't you?

Big silvery thing in the sky, you couldn't resist it.

Quite right.

The moon landing was in '69.

Is that where we're going?

Oh, a lot more happens in '69 than anyone remembers.

Human beings...

I thought I'd never get done saving you.

-Who's he?

-Oh, my God!

You all need to stay back.

Whatever happens now, you do not interfere.

Clear?

That's an astronaut.

-That's an Apollo astronaut in the lake.

-Look.

Hello. It's OK, I know it's you.

Well then...

(What's he doing?)

-GUNSHOT

-Doctor!

Amy! Stay back!

-The Doctor said stay back!

-No!

-You have to stay back!

-No!

Doctor!

I'm sorry.

GUNSHOT

No! Doctor!

Doctor, please!

River... River!

DEVICE WHIRRS AND BEEPS

River...

GUN FIRE

Of course not.

River, he can't be dead. This is impossible.

Whatever that was, it killed him in the middle of his regeneration cycle.

His body was already dead.

He didn't make it to the next one.

Maybe he's a clone or a duplicate or something.

I believe I can save you some time.

That most certainly is the Doctor,

and he is most certainly dead.

He said you'd need this.

Gasoline?

A Time Lord's body is a miracle.

Even a dead one.

There are whole empires out there

who'd rip this world apart for just one cell.

We can't leave him here.

Or anywhere.

Wake up! Go on, wake up, you stupid bloody idiot!

What do we do, Rory?

We're his friends.

We do what the Doctor's friends always do.

As we're told.

There's a boat.

If we're going to do this... let's do it properly.

Who are you?

Why did you come?

MAN: Same reason as you.

Dr Song...

Amy...

Rory.

I'm Canton Everett Delaware III.

I won't be seeing you again.

But...you'll be seeing me.

Four.

Sorry, what?

The Doctor numbered the envelopes.

You got three, I was two, Mr Delaware was four.

-So?

-So where's one?

You think he invited someone else?

Well, he must have. He planned all of this to the last detail.

Will you shut up? It doesn't matter.

-He was up to something.

-He's dead.

-Space 1969, what did he mean?

You're still talking, but it doesn't matter.

-Hey, it mattered to him.

-So it matters to us.

He's dead.

But he still needs us.

I know.

Amy...I know.

But right now we have to focus.

Look.

-Excuse me, who was sitting over there?

-Some guy.

The Doctor knew he was going to his death, so he sent out messages.

When you know it's the end, who do you call?

-Your friends, people you trust.

-Number one.

Who did the Doctor trust the most?

This is cold.

Even by your standards, this is cold.

Or, "Hello," as people used to say.

Doctor?

I just popped out to get my special straw.

It adds more fizz.

You're OK.

How can you be OK?

Of course I'm OK, I'm always OK, I'm the king of OK.

Oh, that's a rubbish title, forget that title.

Rory the Roman, that's a good title. Hello, Rory!

And Dr River Song...

Oh, you bad, bad girl, what trouble have you got for me this time?

OK.

I'm assuming that's for something I haven't done yet.

-Yes, it is.

-Good, looking forward to it.

I don't understand.

How can you be here?

I was invited.

Date, map reference. Same as you lot, I assume, otherwise it's a hell of a coincidence.

-River, what's going on?

-Amy, ask him what age he is.

-That's a bit personal.

-Tell her what age you are.

-909.

-Yeah, but you said...

So where does that leave us? Jim The Fish?

-Have we done Jim The Fish yet?

-Who's Jim The Fish?

-I don't understand.

-Yeah, you do.

I don't! What are we all doing here?

We've been recruited. Something to do with space, 1969,

and a man called Canton Everett Delaware III.

Recruited by who?

Someone who trusts you more than anybody else in the universe.

And who's that?

Spoilers.

1969, that's an easy one.

Funny how some years are easy.

Now, 1482, full of glitches.

Now then, Canton Everett Delaware III, that was his name, yeah?

How many of those can there be? Well, three, I suppose.

Rory, is everybody cross with me for some reason?

I'll find out.

-Explain it again.

-The Doctor we saw on the beach was a future version,

200 years older than the one up there.

-But all that'll still happen? He'll still die?

-We're all going to do that, Amy.

We're not all going to arrange our own wake and invite ourselves.

So the Doctor in the future, knowing he's going to die,

recruits his younger self and all of us to...to what exactly?

-Avenge him?

-Mm-mm, avenging's not his style.

-Save him.

-That's not his style either.

-We have to tell him.

-We've told him all we can.

We can't even tell him we've seen his future self.

He's interacted with his own past. It could rip a hole in the universe.

Except he's done it before.

In fairness, the universe did blow up.

-But he'd want to know.

-Would he? Would anyone?

I'm being extremely clever up here, and there's no-one to stand around, looking impressed.

What's the point in having you all?

Couldn't you just slap him sometimes?

River, we can't just let him die.

We have to stop it.

How can you be OK with this?

The Doctor's death doesn't frighten me, nor does my own.

There's a far worse day coming for me.

Time isn't a straight line, it's all bumpy-wumpy.

There's loads of boring stuff, like Sundays and Tuesdays and Thursday afternoons.

But now and then there are Saturdays, big temporal tipping points when anything's possible.

The TARDIS can't resist them, she loves a party, so I give her 1969 and NASA,

cos that's space in the '60s, and Canton Everett Delaware III, and this is where she's pointing.

Washington DC, April 8th, 1969. So why haven't we landed?

Because that's not where we're going.

-Where are we going?

-Home! Well, you two are.

Off you pop and make babies. Dr Song, back to prison.

Me, I'm late for a biplane lesson in 1911, or it could be knitting.

Knitting or biplanes, one or the other.

What?

A mysterious summons? You think I'm just going to go?

Who sent those messages?

I know you know, I can see it in your faces. Don't play games with me.

Don't ever, ever think you're capable of that.

-You're going to have to trust us this time.

-Trust you? Sure.

But first of all, Dr Song, just one thing...

Who are you?

You're someone from my future, getting that, but who?

OK...

Why are you in prison? Who did you kill? Hmm?

Now, I love a bad girl, me,

but trust you?

Seriously?

Trust me.

OK.

You have to do this, and you can't ask why.

Are you being threatened? Is someone making you say that?

No.

You're lying.

I'm not lying.

Swear to me. Swear to me on something that matters.

Fish fingers and custard.

My life in your hands, Amelia Pond.

Thank you.

So! Canton Everett Delaware III!

-Who's he?

-Who wants to know?

Your boss.

I don't have a boss any more.

Maybe you want to tell that to the President of the United States.

-Ex-FBI, got kicked out.

-Why?

-I understand you have a problem with authority.

-Thank you.

It's not a compliment, son.

Six weeks after he left the Bureau, the President contacted him for a private meeting.

Yeah, 1969, who's President?

This is a personal matter.

I need someone on the outside, someone with FBI training,

but is not in contact with them.

-I'm flattered.

-You were my second choice for this, Mr Delaware.

That's OK. You were my second choice for President, Mr Nixon.

'Richard Milhous Nixon. Vietnam, Watergate,'

-there's some good stuff too.

-Not enough.

-Hippy!

-Archaeologist.

Every day, wherever I am,

-I get a phone call.

-People can't just call you, Mr President.

It's a direct call every time.

Every day for the last two weeks, usually late at night.

Man or woman?

Neither.

Listen.

OK, since I don't know what I'm getting into,

I'm being discreet, putting the engines on silent.

METALLIC SCREECHING

SCREECHING STOPS

Did you do something?

No, just...watching.

Putting the outer shell on invisible.

Haven't done this in a while, big drain on the power.

You can turn the TARDIS invisible?

Very nearly.

Er, did you touch something?

Just admiring your skills, sweetie.

Good! You might learn something.

OK.

Now, I can't check the scanner, it doesn't work when we're cloaked.

Just give us a mo.

Whoa, who, whoa, whoa, you lot, wait a moment.

We're in the middle of the most powerful city in the most powerful country on Earth.

Let's take it slow.

PHONE RINGS

-RECORDING:

-'Hello?

'Who is this?

'This is President Nixon. Who's calling?

'Is this you again?'

-'Mr President?'

-A child?

'This is the President, yes.

'I'm scared, Mr President.

'I'm scared of the Space Man.'

-A little girl?

-Boy.

-How can you be sure?

-'What space man?

'Where are you phoning from, where are you right now? Who are you?

'Jefferson Adams Hamilton.

'Jefferson, listen to me...'

HANGS UP

Surely this is something the Bureau could handle, sir?

These calls happen wherever I am.

How do I know the Bureau isn't involved? I can't trust any...

Oh! Hello!

Bad moment?

Oh, look, this is the Oval Office.

I was looking for the...

Oblong Room. I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll, just be off then, shall I?

-Every time!

-Don't worry.

Always does that when it's cloaked.

-No, stop that!

-He said the scanner wouldn't work.

-I know. Bless!

-Ow!

-Lock down, lock down!

Not that! Ow! River, have you got my scanner working yet?

-Oh, I hate him!

-No, you don't.

-Get the President out of here!

-Sir, you have to go with them now!

-River, make her blue again!

What the hell is that?

Mr President!

That child just told you everything you need to know, but you weren't listening.

Never mind, the answer's yes. I'll take the case!

Fellas, the guns, really? I just walked into the highest security office in the United States,

parked a big blue box on the rug. You think you can just shoot me?

-They're Americans!

-Don't shoot, definitely no shooting!

-Don't shoot us either.

Very much not in need of getting shot. Look, we've got our hands up.

-Who the hell are you?

-Sir, you need to stay back.

But who, but who are they? What is that box?

It's a Police Box, can't you read?

I'm your new undercover agent, on loan from Scotland Yard.

-Code name, the Doctor. These are my top operatives, the Legs, the Nose, and Mrs Robinson.

-I hate you.

-No, you don't!

-Who are you?

Boring question. Who's phoning you, that's interesting.

Cos Canton Three is right, that was definitely a girl's voice.

-There's only one place in America she can be phoning from.

-Where?

-Do not engage with the intruder, Mr Delaware.

-You heard everything I heard,

it's simple enough. I'll explain.

On the other hand, lay a finger on me, or my friends, and you'll never, ever know.

How'd you get it in here? I mean, you didn't carry it.

-Clever, eh?

-Love it.

Do not compliment the intruder.

Five minutes?

-Five.

-Mr President, that man is a clear and present danger.

Mr President, that man walked in here with a big blue box

and three of his friends and that's the man he walked past.

One of them's worth listening to.

-What say we give him five minutes, see if he delivers.

-Thanks, Canton!

-If he doesn't, I'll shoot him myself.

-Not so thanks.

-Sir, I cannot recommend...

Shut up, Mr Peterson.

All right. Five minutes.

I'm going to need a SWAT team ready to mobilise, street level maps covering all of Florida,

a pot of coffee, 12 jammy dodgers and a fez.

Get him his maps!

-Why Florida?

-That's where NASA is.

She mentioned a space man. NASA's where the space men live. Also...

there's another lead I'm following.

Space Man? Like the one we saw at the lake.

Maybe.

Probably.

SINISTER RATTLING

Who's that?

-(I remember!)

-Amy?

What do you remember?

I don't know, I just...

-Amy, what's wrong?

-Amy?

You all right?

Yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm just...feeling a little sick.

Excuse me, is there a toilet, or something?

Sorry, ma'am, during this procedure, you must remain here.

Shut up and take her to the rest room.

-This way, ma'am.

-Thanks.

Your five minutes are up.

Yeah, and where's my fez?

Actually, I can usually manage this alone.

-RATTLING

-Oh!

I saw you before. At the lake... and here.

But then I forgot.

How did I forget?

What are you?

TOILET FLUSHES

Get back! Stay back from it!

Oh, my God, what is that, is that a mask? Is that a Star Trek thing?

Ben, is that you?

Get back from it, now!

Back from what, honey?

That!

Oh, my God, look at that.

Is that a Star Trek mask?

Ben, that's gotta be you.

Hang on, did I just say all that?

No, please, you've got to stay back!

Back, honey? Back from what?

-Oh, those lights. They never fix them.

-Look behind you!

Honey, there is nothing...

CRACKLING

You didn't have to kill her, she couldn't even remember you!

How does that work? We can only remember you, while we're seeing you, is that it?

-Why did you have to kill her?

-Joy.

Her name was Joy.

Your name is Amelia.

You will tell the Doctor.

Tell him what?

What he must know.

-And what he must never know.

-How do you know about that?

Tell him.

Are you OK?

I'm...I'm fine.

-Much better, thanks.

-What's that?

-It's my phone.

-Your phone?

I have to tell the Doctor.

Tell him what, ma'am?

Sorry. I don't know why I said that.

This way, ma'am.

PHONE RINGS

The kid?

-Should I answer it?

-Here!

The only place in the United States that call could be coming from. See? Obvious when you think about it.

-You, sir, are a genius.

-It's a hobby.

Mr President, answer the phone.

Hello.

This is President Nixon.

'It's here! The Space Man's here. It's gonna get me.

-'It's gonna eat me!'

-There's no time for a SWAT team, let's go!

Mr President, tell her help's on the way. Canton,

-on no account follow me into this box and close the door behind you.

-What the hell are you doing?

METALLIC THRUMMING

'Mr President, please help! Please help me!'

Jefferson, it's all right.

I'm sending my best people.

Jefferson isn't a girl's name, or her name either. Jefferson Adams Hamilton... River?

-Surnames of three of America's founding fathers.

-Lovely fellas, two of them fancied me.

Are you OK? Coping?

The President asked the child two questions. Where and who are you? She was answering where.

-It's bigger on the inside.

-You get used to it.

Now where would you find three big historical names in a row like that.

-Where?

-Here! Come on!

-It's er...

-Are you taking care of this?

Why's it always my turn?

Cos you're the newest.

-Where are we?

-About five miles from Cape Kennedy Space Centre.

It's 1969, the year of the Moon.

Interesting, don't you think?

-Why would a girl be here?

-I don't know. Lost, maybe.

The President asked where she was and she did what any lost little girl would do.

She looked out the window.

Streets. Of course, street names!

The only place in Florida, probably all of America,

with those three street names on the same junction, and, Dr Song, you've got that face on again.

-What face?

-The "he's hot when he's clever" face.

-This is my normal face.

-It is.

-Oh, shut up.

-Not a chance.

We've moved. How, how can we have moved?

You haven't even got to space travel yet?

-I was going to cover it with time travel.

-Time travel?

Brave heart, Canton. Come on!

-So we're in a box, that's bigger on the inside and it travels through time and space?

-Basically.

How long have Scotland Yard had this?

It's a warehouse of some kind.

-Disused.

-You realise this is almost certainly a trap, of course.

I noticed the phone, yes.

-What about it?

-It was cut off. So how did the child phone from here?

-OK. But why would anyone want to trap us?

-Don't know. Let's see if anyone tries to kill us,

and work backwards.

Now why would a little girl be here?

I don't know, let's find her and ask her.

It's non-terrestrial, definitely alien, probably not even from this time zone.

Which is odd, because...

look at this!

It's Earth tech, contemporary.

Very contemporary. Cutting edge.

-This is from the space programme!

-Stolen?

-What, by aliens?

Apparently.

Why? If you can make it to Earth, why steal technology that can barely make it to the moon?

Maybe cos it's cooler.

Look how cool this stuff is!

-Cool aliens?

-Well, what would you call me?

-An alien.

-Oi!

I, er, I think he's OK now.

Ah, back with us, Canton?

-Like your wheels.

-That's my boy!

So come on - little girl, let's find her.

-River...

-I know what you're thinking.

-No, you don't.

-You're thinking if we can find the Space Man in 1969,

and neutralise it, then it won't be around in 2011 to kill the Doctor.

OK, lucky guess.

That's only because I was thinking it too.

-So let's do it.

-It doesn't work like that.

We came here because of what we saw in the future.

If we try and prevent the future from happening, we create a paradox.

-Time can be rewritten.

-Not all of it.

-Says who?

-Who do you think?

What's this?

-We can still save him.

-Doctor!

Look at this.

So where does that go?

-There's a network of tunnels running under here.

-Life signs?

No, nothing that's showing up.

Those are the worst kind. Be careful.

Careful? Tried that once, ever so dull.

Shout if you get in trouble.

Don't worry, I'm quite the screamer.

Now there's a spoiler for you!

So what's going on here?

Nothing... She's just a friend.

I think he's talking about the possible alien incursion.

OK.

DRIPPING WATER

So...

..I was in a bar having a drink.

-Tell me honestly, am I still there?

-'Fraid not.

OUT OF BREATH

All clear.

Just tunnels, nothing down there I can see.

Er, give me five minutes, I want to take another look round.

Stupidly dangerous.

Yep, I like it too.

Amy, look after him.

Rory, would you mind going with her?

Yeah, a bit.

Then I appreciate it all the more.

Hang on, River, I'm coming too.

-You OK?

-Ah yes, yes.

I just felt a bit sick.

It's the prison food probably.

OK.

This way, what do you think?

QUIET RATTLING

< SCURRYING

-I keep thinking I hear things.

-Interesting! These tunnels are old.

Really old.

How can they be really old and nobody notice them?

-It's a maintenance hatch.

-It's locked.

Why do people always lock things?

-What's through there?

-No idea.

-Something bad?

-Almost definitely.

You're going to open it, aren't you?

It's locked. How's a girl supposed to resist?

-Is this sensible?

-God, I hope not.

You and the Doctor... I can kind of picture it.

Keep a look out.

What did you mean?

What you said to Amy.

There's a worse day coming for you.

When I first met the Doctor,

a long, long time ago...

..he knew all about me.

Think about that. Impressionable young girl, and suddenly this man

just drops out of the sky,

he's clever and mad and wonderful and knows every last thing about her.

Imagine what that does to a girl.

I don't really have to.

Trouble is, it's all back to front.

My past is his future.

We're travelling in opposite directions.

Every time we meet, I know him more,

he knows me less.

I live for the days when I see him.

But I know that every time I do,

he'll be one step further away.

And the day's coming, when I'll look into that man's eyes...

..my Doctor...

..and he won't have the faintest idea who I am.

ELECTRICAL WHIR

And I think it's going to kill me.

DOOR CREAKS

What is this place?

KLAXON That's an alarm.

Check if anything's coming.

RATTLING

There's nothing out there.

WHOOSHING

These tunnels, they're not just here, they're everywhere.

They're running under the surface of the entire planet!

They've been here for centuries!

CRACKLING

RATTLING

Rory!

So, you were kicked out of the FBI cos you had attitude problems.

No. I just wanted to get married.

Is that a crime?

Yes.

Doctor who, exactly?

-That's classified.

-Classified by who?

God knows.

-But you work for him.

-He's my friend.

If "friend" is the right word.

I haven't seen him in a while.

I had something I wanted to tell him,

but stuff always gets in the way.

Stuff does that.

GIRL: Help me!

-Help! Help me!

-It's her!

-Oh!

-Amy?

-What's wrong?

-I need to tell you something!

It's important. It's really, really important.

-Doctor! Quickly!

-What, now?

Canton! Canton, are you OK?

-Is he all right?

-Just unconscious. Got a proper whack though.

Doctor, I need to tell you something.

-I have to tell you it now!

-Not a great moment, Amy.

-No, it's important, it has to be now!

GIRL: Help! Help me!

-Help me!

-Doctor...

..I'm pregnant.

THUDDING

That's it. The astronaut!

Help me!

-Get down!

-What are you doing!

-Saving your life!

-No!

AMY SCREAMS

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to shoot you.

'30 seconds and counting. We are still go with Apollo 11.'

They are everywhere. It's like they edit themselves out of your memory as soon as you look away.

'20 seconds and counting.'

We still don't know what they look like.

As long as there's been something in the corner of your eye

or creaking in your house or voices through a wall.

-'T minus ten.'

-We are not fighting an alien invasion.

-We're leading a revolution.

-'Five, four, three,

'two, one.

'Good luck and God speed.'