The God Complex Doctor Who

MUZAK PLAYS

INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER

'My name is Lucy Hayward,

'and I'm the last one left.'

LAUGHTER

'It's funny.

'You don't know what's going to be in your room until you see it,

'then you realise it could have never been anything else.'

SHE SCREAMS

'The gaps between my worship are getting shorter.

'This is what happened to the others.

'Praise him.

'It's all so clear now. I'm so happy.

'Praise him.

'Praise him.'

THUDDING FOOTSTEPS

GROWLING

'Praise him.'

DISEMBODIED VOICE: Praise him.

GROWLING AND SCREAMING

"Let's go to Ravan-Skala," he says.

"The people are 600 feet tall, you have to talk to them

"in hot air balloons and the Tourist Information Centre is made of one of their hats," he says.

I'm sorry, but I don't see any huge hats.

-Amy. Beaky. This could be the most exciting thing I have ever seen!

-You're kidding.

How can you be excited about a rubbish hotel on a rubbish bit of Earth?

Because, assembled Ponds, this is not Earth.

This has just been made to look like Earth. The craftsmanship involved... Can you imagine?

What? Then where are we?

I don't know, something must have yanked us off course.

Look at the detail on that cheese plant!

Right, but who would mock up an Earth hotel?

Colonists maybe, recreating a bit of home, like when ex-pats open English pubs in Majorca.

No, whoever did this, I am shaking his/her hand/tentacle.

Have you seen these?

Look at the labels underneath.

"Commander Halke, defeat."

"Tim Heath, having his photo taken."

"Lady Silver-Tear... Daleks."

"Paige Barnes, other people's socks."

"Tim Nelson, balloons."

"Novice Prin, sabrewolves."

"Royston Luke Gold, Plymouth."

"Lucy Hayward, that brutal gorilla." Doctor, what does it mean?

I don't know.

-Let's find out.

-HE RINGS THE BELL

-Aaah!

-Blimey, that was quick.

-We surrender!

No, it's OK, we're not.. We're nice!

-She threatened me with a chair leg.

-Who are you?

-We're back in reception.

-We surrender!

-Never been threatened with a chair leg before! No, I tell a lie.

-Did you just say, "It's OK, we're nice"?

OK, I need everyone to shut up now!

-Rita, be careful, yeah?

-Their pupils are dilated.

They're as surprised as we are. Besides which, if it's a trick, it'll tell us something.

-Oh, you're good. Oh, she's good. Amy, with regret, you're fired.

-What?

-I'm kidding.

We'll talk.

I take it from the pathological compulsion to surrender, you're from Tivoli.

Yes, the most invaded planet in the galaxy.

Our anthem is called Glory To Insert Name Here.

You with the face, Howie, you said you were surprised to be back in reception.

-The walls move, everything changes.

-You, clever one, what's he talking about?

The corridors twist and stretch, rooms vanish and pop up somewhere else. It's like the hotel's alive.

-MUSIC STOPS

-That's quite enough of that.

And it's huge, with, like, no way out.

Have you tried the front door?

No, in two days it never occurred to us to try the front door. Thank God you're here(!)

They're not doors, they're walls, walls that look like doors.

Door-walls, if you like, or "dwalls", "woors" even, though you'd probably got it

when you said, "They're not doors." I mean, the windows are...

-Right, big day if you're a fan of walls.

-It's not just that. The rooms have...things in them.

Things? Hello! What kind of things?

-Interesting things? I love things, ask anyone.

-Bad dreams.

Well, that killed the mood.

-How did you get here?

-I don't know, I'd just started my shift.

I must have passed out, because suddenly I was here.

I was blogging, next thing, this.

Oh, I was at work, I'm in town planning.

-We're lining all the highways with trees, so invading forces can march in the shade.

-Ah.

-Which is nice for them.

-Yeah... So what have we got?

People snatched from their lives and dropped into an endless, shifting maze

that looks like a 1980s hotel with bad dreams in the bedrooms.

Well, apart from anything else, that's just rude.

We'll pop back to the TARDIS, I'll do a planet-wide diagnostic sweep, then we'll have a sing song.

-Where's the TARDIS? You parked it there, didn't you?

-What's a TARDIS?

Our way out. And it's gone.

MUZAK PLAYS

OK. This is bad.

At the moment, I don't know how bad, but certainly we're

three buses, a long walk and eight quid in a taxi from good.

Are there any more of you?

Joe, but he's tied up right now.

-Doing what?

-No, I mean he's...tied up right now.

CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER

CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER SUBSIDES

Hello. I'm the Doctor.

-You're going to die here.

-Well, they certainly didn't mention that in the brochure.

Is Joe there? Can I have a quick word?

Oh, it's still me, Doctor, but I've seen the light.

I lived a blasphemous life, but he has forgiven my inconstancy, and soon...he shall feast.

-Well, you've been here two days, what's he waiting for?

-We weren't ready. We were still raw.

But now you're what? Cooked?

If you like. Soon you will be, too.

Be patient. First...find your room.

-My room...

-There's a room here for everyone, Doctor.

-Even you.

-You said you'd seen the light now.

Nothing else matters anymore.

Only him.

It's like these things.

I used to hate them! They make me laugh now.

HE LAUGHS

"Gottle o' geer! Gottle o' geer!"

DUMMIES LAUGH

You should go. He'll be here soon.

I think you should come with me.

MUZAK PLAYS

Why you four?

That's what I don't understand. Aside from all the other things I don't understand.

What does it matter? Sooner or later, someone will come along and rescue us.

Or enslave us.

First, we find the TARDIS. Quick thing before we go. If you feel

drawn to a particular room, do not go in, and make sure someone else can see you.

Joe said "he" will feast.

Is there something here with us?

JOE LAUGHS

Something to add, Joe?

Here comes a candle to light you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Chop, chop, chop, chop.

Can we do something about him?

Personally, I think you've got the right idea.

Times like this, I think of my old school motto, "Resistance Is Exhausting."

-I've worked out where we are.

-Hmm?

-Norway.

-Norway?

You see, the US government has entire cities hidden in the Norwegian mountains.

Earth is on a collision course with this other planet,

and this is where they're going to send all the rich people when it kicks off.

-Amazing.

-It's all there on the internet.

No, it's amazing you've come up with a theory even more insane than what's actually happening.

-BELL RINGS

-Hello.

Have you forgotten your PE kit again?

Right, that's it, you're doing it in your pants!

Hey! Don't!

CHATTER

Oh, look, girls, it's H-H-H-Howie!

What's "loser" in K-K-K-Klingon?

Praise him.

Shut the d-d...the-the door!

This is just some m-m-messed-up CIA stuff, I-I-I'm telling you.

You're right, keep telling yourself that. It's a CIA thing, nothing more.

LOW GROWLING

Er...guys?

Look.

GROWLING

OK, whatever that is, it's not real, yeah?

No, no, I'm sure it isn't, but just in case, let's run away and hide anyway, in here.

No, this way! I've found a...

A B in mathematics?! You are lazy!

Do you understand me, girl? Lazy.

I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm so sorry!

-'Praise him.'

-Rory, come on!

-There was a...

-Come on!

Aiiee!

-Don't...blink.

-What?

Amy, get back.

Why haven't they got us yet?

-Amy, they're not real.

-What?

They should have got us by now. Amy, look at me, focus on me.

It's your bad dream, that's all.

I don't even think they're for us.

Aaah!

-Doctor, what are you doing?

-I'm sorry, I just have to see what it is, I just have to see.

Oh, look at you...

You are beautiful.

GROWLING

Oh, dear.

I think it's going after Joe.

Come to me. Come to me. Praise him.

Leave him alone!

Joe! Joe!

Joe!

Joe?

Joe!

Joe! Joe, what happened?

FAINT WHISTLING

KETTLE WHISTLES

If we can wedge a chair under the door handles, that should stop anything from getting in.

Help yourself to tea.

Guys, tea over here.

If it's any consolation, I've met the Weeping Angels,

so I know how...

In fact, I thought that room was for me.

Joe was right.

Whatever it is in here, it actually wants to kill us.

Not oppress us or enslave us, kill us!

OK, listen...

The Doctor's been part of my life for so long now, and he's never let me down.

Even when I thought he had, when I was a kid and he left me,

he came back, he...saved me.

And now he's going to save you.

But don't tell him I said that, because the smugness would be terrifying.

Of course, if the Weeping Angels were meant for me,

then your room is still out there...somewhere.

Tea?

Every time the Doctor gets pally with someone,

I have this overwhelming urge to notify their next of kin.

Sorry. The last time I said something like that, you hit me with your shoe.

And you literally had to sit down and unlace it first.

What exactly happened to him?

He died.

You are a medical doctor, aren't you?

You haven't just got a degree in cheese-making or something.

No! Well, yes, both, actually. I mean, there is no cause,

all his vital organs simply stopped, as if the simple spark of life,

his loves and hates, his faiths and fears were just...taken, and this is a cup of tea.

Of course, I'm British, it's how we cope with trauma.

That and tutting.

-But how did you make it?

-All hotels should have a well stocked kitchen, even alien fake ones.

I heard you talking when you arrived.

Look, it's no more ridiculous than Howie's CIA theory or mi...or mine.

-Which is?

-This is Jahannam.

You're a Muslim!

Don't be frightened.

Ha!

You think this is Hell?

The whole '80s hotel thing took me by surprise, though.

And all these fears and phobias wandering about,

most are completely unconnected to us, so why are they still here?

Maybe the cleaners have gone on strike.

Ha! I like you, you're a right clever clogs. But this isn't Hell, Rita.

You don't understand, I say that without fear. Jahannam will play its tricks,

and there'll be times when I want to run and scream,

but I've tried to live a good life, and that knowledge keeps me sane,

despite the monsters and the bonkers rooms.

-Gibbis...

-DOCTOR GARGLES

-..is-is an alien, isn't he?

-Yeah. Sorry.

-OK...

-I'm going to file that under "Freak out about later."

-Doctor, look at this.

I found it in a corridor, I completely forgot I had it.

Er... "My name is Lucy Hayward and I'm the last one left.

"It took Luke first.

"It got him on his first day, almost as soon as we arrived."

"It's funny. You don't know what's going to be in your room until you see it,

"then you realise it could never have been anything else."

"I just saw mine. It was a gorilla from a book I'd read as a kid.

"My God, that thing used to terrify me.

"The gaps between my worships are getting shorter, like contractions.

"This is what happened to the others...

"and how lucky they were.

"It's all so clear now.

"I'm so happy.

"Praise him."

-Praise him.

-What did you just say?

Nothing.

-Praise him!

-This is what happened to Joe!

-God, it's going to come for me now.

-You'll lead it right here.

-I won't leave you, I promise, you have my word.

-I don't want to get eaten!

-Calm down!

He's going to lead it right here!

SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRS

Thank you!

-Don't you see? He'll lead it right here!

-What do you suggest?

Look, whatever it is out there, it's obviously chosen Howard as its next course.

Now...tragic though that is, this is no time for sentiment.

I'm saying, if it were to...

find him, it may be satisfied and let the rest of us go.

All I want to do is go home and be conquered and oppressed, is that too much to ask?!

It's OK, I'll stay with Howie. You take the others and go.

No. We stay together.

Your civilisation is one of the oldest in the galaxy.

Now I see why.

Your cowardice isn't quaint, it's sly, aggressive.

It's how that gene of gutlessness has survived while so many others have perished.

Well, not today.

No-one else dies today. Right?

Yes.

Brilliant.

Howie, any second, it's going to possess you again.

When it does, I'm going to ask you some questions. Please try to answer them.

I hope my mum's all right, she's going to be w-worried.

Howie...

Howie.

Howie, you're next, we're all dead jealous, so tell us... How do we get a piece of the action?

-Why isn't he possessing all of us?

-You guys have got all these distractions,

all these obstacles. It'd be so much easier if you just let it go, you know, clear the path.

You want it to find you? Even though you know what it's going to do?

Are you kidding?

He's going to kill us all! How cool is that?!

It's as I thought, it feeds on fear.

Everything, the rooms, Lucy's note, even the pictures in reception, has been put here to frighten us.

So we have to resist it. Do whatever you have to,

cross your fingers, say a prayer, think of a basket of kittens, but do not give in to the fear.

OK, but what are we actually going to do?

We're going to catch ourselves a monster.

Bring me death!

Bring me glory!

My master, my lord, I'm here!

THUDDING FOOTSTEPS

Come to me.

I'm waiting here...for you.

He has promised me a glorious death.

Give it to me now, I want him to know my devotion.

Anything to do with you?

-How's it going?

-Don't talk to the clown!

Praise...him.

Praise...him.

Yaah!

Rory, he's in!

Let his name... be the last thing I hear.

Let his breath on my skin be the last thing I feel.

I was lost in shadows, but he found me.

His love was a beacon that led me from darkness to light,

and now I am blinded by his majesty!

-Humbled by his glory!

-Praise...

-That's quite enough of that.

-..him.

What's going on?

You lied to me!

Calm down, Howie. This is for your own good.

-At least stand where I can see you!

-I've been told not to speak to you.

Don't mean you can't listen.

Nothing personal.

I just think we should take things slowly. Get to know each other.

You take people's most primal fears and pop it in a room.

A tailor-made hell, just for them. Why?

CREATURE GROWLS

Did you say "they" take?

Ahh, what is that word?

The guard?

No, the warden?

This is a prison?

You were right, you know.

Chances are if you hand me over, he'll leave you alone.

Yes, well, we saw how that idea got shot down in flames.

It's not like chucking me out of a plane to lighten the load.

I'm asking you for this. I'm begging you.

You're possessed. You'd say anything.

Possessed guys can be quite strong.

Who's to say I didn't overpower you?

So, what are we?

Cell mates?

Lunch?

CREATURE GROWLS

We are not... ripe?

This is what Joe said. That we weren't ready.

So, what? You make us ready? You... what?

"Replace"? Replace what? Fear?

You have lived so long, even your name is lost?

You want this to stop.

Because you are just...

instinct.

Then tell me.

Tell me how to fight you.

My master, my lord.

-I'm here!

-That's Howie.

-He's got out.

Bring me death!

No, no, no, no! Rory, watch out!!

Stay back!

-Pond, bring the fish.

-What, the fish?

-Oh, the fish!

Where did he go?

Somebody hit me. Was it Amy?

Rory, are you all right?

We should find the Doctor.

'Praise him. Praise him.'

You shouldn't have done that.

-What did you see?

-Nothing.

-Nothing. I don't know, it was weird.

-Come on.

He got free.

He overpowered me.

It might leave us alone now.

Maybe now we'll be safe.

Wait!

Have you found your room yet?

No, no.

Is that good or bad?

Maybe you're not scared of anything.

Well, after all the time I spent with you in the TARDIS, what was left to be scared of?

You said that in the past tense.

No, I didn't.

You know, Howie had been in speech therapy.

He'd just got over this massive stammer.

What an achievement. I mean, can you imagine?

I'd forgotten, not all victories are about saving the universe.

Rita! Brilliant! How are you?

Not panicking, are you?

Good, good. Because I am literally an otter's toenail away from getting us out of here.

Why?

Excellent question.

Excellent question.

Why what?

Why is it up to you to save us?

That's quite a God complex you have there.

I brought them here.

They'd say it was their choice, but offer a child a suitcase full of sweets and they'll take it.

Offer someone all of time and space and they'll take that, too.

Which is why you shouldn't.

Which is why grown-ups were invented.

-All of time and space, eh?

-Oh, yeah.

And when we get out of this, I'll show you, too.

I don't know what you're talking about. But I have a feeling you just did it again.

Right down to the smallest detail. Got you, Mr Minotaur.

Praise him.

-DISEMBODIED VOICES:

-Praise him. Praise him.

Praise him.

CLOISTER BELL TOLLS

Of course.

Who else?

Oh, you beauty! Come on, big fella. Where are you?

Rita, where are you going?

PHONE RINGS

Come on, come on, come on!

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

Come on, come on.

Rita, where are you going?

Can you take the phone into the corridor? Will it reach?

You started to praise it, didn't you?

Rita, come back. Please.

We'll find a way to stop it, I swear to you.

No, I need to get as far away from you all as possible.

-The creature only wants whoever's praising it.

-You'll put yourself in its way?

I'm coming to get you. Block out the fear and stay focused on your belief.

The hotel will keep us apart. I could be 50 miles away by now.

I want you to do me one last favour, Doctor.

I can feel the rapture approaching, like a wave.

I don't want you to witness this.

I want you to remember me the way I was.

What's going on? Rita's disappeared.

What's she doing there?

Rita.

Rita, please.

Let me find you.

You stay where you are.

Please, let me be robbed of my faith in private.

Look, Rita. Rita.

Go into the room, lock the door.

I'm not frightened. I'm blessed, Doctor.

I'm at peace.

I'm going to hang up.

No, no, no, Rita.

-Goodbye, Doctor.

-Rita!

-Thank you for trying.

-Rita, please!

Please!

Please.

LOW GROWLING

SONIC WHIRRS

FURNITURE AND GLASS SMASHING

DOCTOR SHOUTS

OK.

It preys on people's fear and possesses them.

But Rita wasn't afraid, she was brave and calm.

Maybe it's something to do with the people,

some connection between you that'll tell me how to fight it.

Yes. You keep saying that, but you never do.

And while we wait, people keep dying. And we'll be next!

Look, he'll work it out, he always does. Just let him riff and move anything expensive out of his way.

Oh, no.

-Oh, no, no.

-Doctor, what is wrong?

It's not fear.

It's faith. Not just religious faith, faith in something.

Howard believed in conspiracies, external forces controlling the world.

Joe had dice cufflinks and a chain with a horseshoe. He was a gambler. Gamblers believe in luck,

an intangible force that helps them win or lose.

Gibbis rejected personal autonomy and is waiting for the next batch of invaders to tell him what to do.

They all believe there's something guiding them, about to save them.

That's what it replaces.

Every time someone was confronted with their most primal fear,

they fell back on their most fundamental faith.

And all this time, I've been telling you to dig deep.

Find the thing that keeps you brave.

I made you expose your faith.

Show them what they needed.

-But why us? Why are we here?

-It doesn't want you.

That's why it kept showing you a way out. You're not religious or superstitious,

so there's no faith for you to fall back on. It wants her.

Me?

Why?

Your faith in me.

That's what brought us here.

But why do they lose their faith before they die and start worshipping..."it"?

It needs to convert the faith into a form "it" can consume.

Faith is an energy, the specific emotional energy the creature needs to live.

-Which is why at the end of her note, Lucy said...

-Praise him.

-Exactly.

No.

Oh, please, no.

THUDDING FOOTSTEPS

Amy? What are you doing?

- He is beautiful. - Leave her! Just leave her!

Doctor, it's happening. It's changing me, it's changing my thoughts.

-I can't save you from this, there's nothing I can do to stop this.

-What?

I stole your childhood and now I've led you by the hand to your death. But the worst thing is, I knew.

I knew this would happen. This is what always happens.

Forget your faith in me.

CREATURE GROWLS

I took you with me because I was vain,

because I wanted to be adored.

Look at you.

Glorious Pond.

The girl who waited for me.

I'm not a hero.

I really am just a mad man in a box.

And it's time we saw each other as we really are.

Amy Williams.

It's time to stop waiting.

I severed the food supply.

Sacrificing their faith in me.

I gave you the space to die.

Shhh, shhh.

What is it, a minotaur? Or an alien?

Or an alien minotaur? That's not a question I thought I'd be asking this morning.

It's both, actually. Yeah. Here we go.

Distant cousin of the Nimon. They descend on planets

and set themselves up as Gods to be worshipped.

Which is fine, until the inhabitants get all secular and advanced enough to build bonkers prisons.

Correction.

-Prisons in space.

-Where are the guards?

-No need for any. It's all automated.

It drifts through space,

snatching people with belief systems and converts their faith into food for the creature.

See that planet, there?

-Which one?

-The grey one, there.

-Mmm-hmm.

-That's where I'm from.

It didn't want just me. So, you must believe in some god

or someone, or they'd have shown you the door, too.

So, what do Time Lords pray to?

According to the in-flight recorder, the programme developed glitches.

It got stuck on the same setting, the fears from the people before us weren't tidied away.

CREATURE GROWLS

-What's it saying?

-"An ancient creature,

"drenched in the blood of the innocent,

"drifting in space through an endless, shifting maze.

"For such a creature, death would be a gift."

Than accept it.

And sleep well.

CREATURE GROWLS

"I wasn't talking about myself."

Could I have a lift? Just to the nearest galaxy would do.

VWORP! VWORP!

Don't tell me. This isn't Earth, that isn't a real house.

And inside lives a goblin, who feeds on indecision.

Nope. Real Earth, real house.

Real door keys!

-You're not serious?

-The car, too?

But that's my favourite car. How did you know that was my favourite car?

You showed me a picture of it once and said, "That's my favourite car."

Rory, can you give us two minutes?

Two minutes?

She'll say we can't accept it because it's too extravagant

and we'll always feel a crippling sense of obligation.

(It's a risk I'm willing to take!)

Hey.

So...

You're leaving, aren't you?

You haven't seen the last of me.

Bad Penny is my middle name!

Seriously, the looks I get when I fill in a form...

Why now?

Because you're still breathing.

Well, I think this is about the washing-up, personally.

I mean, you're right, there's still heaps of stuff out there to look at.

Do you know, there's a planet whose name literally translates as "Volatile Circus"?

Or maybe there's a bigger, scarier adventure waiting for you in there.

Even so, it can't happen like this.

After everything we've been through, Doctor.

Everything.

You can't just drop me off at my house and say goodbye like we shared a cab.

And what's the alternative? Me standing over your grave?

Over your broken body?

Over Rory's body?

If you bump into my daughter, tell her to visit her old mum sometime.

And look after him.

Look after you.

Bye.

VWORP! VWORP!

What happened? What's he doing?

He's saving us.

-Hello, Craig. I'm back!

-What are you here for?

I'm the Doctor, I work in a shop now.

You noticed something and you're investigating it.

And because it's you, it's going to be dangerous and alien.

And what is that?

Help me!

-No!

-Doctor!

-Craig!

SHE SCREAMS

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