The Power of Three Doctor Who

AMY POND: Life with the Doctor was like this...

Real life was like this...

-BLEEP

-'It's Lane's Opticians.

'Just reminding you your reading glasses are ready for collection.'

-Milk.

-'Bye!'

-BLEEP Two months out of date.

Yoghurt...agh! Nasty.

We've run out of washing tablets.

We have two lives.

Real life and Doctor life.

Except real life doesn't get much of a look in.

What do we do?

Choose?

TARDIS LANDS

-Not today, though.

-Nah, not today.

'Every time we flew away with the Doctor,

'we'd just become part of his life.

'But he never stood still long enough to become part of ours.

'Except once.'

The year of the slow invasion.

The time the Doctor came to stay.

DOORBELL RINGS

Dad,

it's half past six in the morning.

What are you doing lying around?

Haven't you seen them?

What are they?

Nobody knows.

-They're everywhere.

-Where did they come from?

Wait...

Doctor?

Invasion of the very small cubes.

That's new.

World leaders are appealing for calm...

The global appearance of millions of small cubes.

People have been taking the cubes from the streets

into offices and homes...

-What are they?

-Where do they come from?

And why are they here?

Well, they're certainly not random space debris.

They're too perfectly formed for that.

Are they extra-terrestrial in origin?

Well...

You'll have to ask a better man than me.

All absolutely identical.

Not a single molecule's difference between them.

No blemishes, imperfections, individualities...

What if they're bombs? Billions of tiny bombs?

Or transport capsules, maybe with a mini robot inside.

Or deadly hard drives.

Or alien eggs.

Or messages needing decoding.

Or they're all parts of a bigger whole,

jigsaw puzzles that need fitting together.

Very thorough, Brian. Very, very thorough. Well done.

Stay here, watch these, yell if anything happens.

Doctor, is this an alien invasion?

Because that's what it feels like.

There couldn't be life-forms in every cube, could there?

I don't know.

And I really don't like not knowing.

Right, I need to use your kitchen as a lab.

Cook up some cubes.

See what happens.

Right, I'm due at work.

What, you've got a job?

Of course I've got a...

What do you think we do when we're not with you?

I imagined mostly kissing.

I write travel articles for magazines and Rory heals the sick.

-My shift starts in an hour. You don't know where my scrubs are?

-In the lounge. Where you left them.

'Approaching site.'

'Target unconfirmed.

'May be hostile.'

Approaching source now.

Area will be secure in 60 seconds.

Ultimate force available.

All the Ponds, with their house and their jobs and their everyday lives.

The journalist and the nurse.

Long way from Leadworth.

We think it's been 10 years.

Not for you, or Earth. But for us.

Ten years older, ten years of you.

On and off.

Look at you now.

All grown up.

DOOR CRASHES OPEN

Clear!

Trap one, kitchen secured.

'Trap three, back garden secured.'

There are soldiers all over my house, and I'm in my pants.

My whole life I've dreamed of saying that,

and I miss it by being someone else.

All these muscles, and they still don't know how to knock.

Sorry about the raucous entrance.

Spike in artron energy reading at this address.

In the light of the last 24 hours, we had to check it out.

And the dogs do love a run out.

Hello.

Kate Stewart, head of scientific research at UNIT.

And with dress sense like that...

BLEEPING

DOUBLE HEARTBEAT

..you must be the Doctor.

I hoped it would be you.

Tell me, since when did science run the military, Kate?

Since me. UNIT's been adapting.

Well, I dragged them along, kicking and screaming,

which made it sound like more fun than it actually was.

What do we know about these cubes?

Far less than we need to.

We've been freighting them in from around the world for testing.

So far, we've subjected them

to temperatures of plus and minus 200 Celsius,

simulated a water depth of five miles,

dropped one out of a helicopter at 10,000 feet,

and rolled our best tank over it. Always intact.

That's impressive. I don't want them to be impressive.

I want them vulnerable with a nice Achilles heel.

We don't know how they got here,

what they're made of or why they're here.

And all around the world, people are picking them up,

and taking them home.

Like iPads have dropped out of the sky.

Taking them to work, taking pictures, making films,

posting them on Flickr and YouTube.

Within three hours, the cubes had a thousand separate Twitter accounts.

Twitter!

I've recommended we treat this as a hostile incursion,

gather them all up and lock them in a secure facility.

But that would take massive international agreement

and co-operation.

We need evidence.

The cubes arrived in plain sight, in vast quantities, as the sun rose.

So what does that tell us?

Maybe they wanted to be seen. Noticed.

Or more than that, they want to be observed.

So we observe them. Stay with them. Round the clock.

Watch the cubes, day and night.

Record absolutely everything about them.

Team cube, in it together.

Four days.

Nothing!

Nothing!

Not a single change in any cube, anywhere in the world.

-Four days, and I am still in your lounge!

-You were the one who wanted to observe them.

Yes, I thought they'd do something, didn't I? Not just sit there while everyone eats endless cereal!

You said we had to be patient.

Yes, you, you! Not me! I hate being patient!

Patience is for wimps!

I can't live like this.

Don't make me. I need to be busy.

Fine! Be busy! We'll watch the cubes.

98, 99, 100. Amy!

Four million, 900, 99, five million...

That's better.

Nothing like a bit of activity to pass the time.

How long was I gone?

Er...about an hour.

Can't do it.

No...

Where are you going?

Brian! You're still here.

You told me to watch the cubes.

-Four days ago.

-Ah! Doesn't time fly when you're alone with your thoughts?

-You can't just leave, Doctor.

-Yes, of course I can.

Quick jaunt, restore sanity...

Oooh, hey, come if you like.

They can't just go off like that.

Can't they? Can't you?

-That's how it goes, isn't it?

-I've got my job.

-Oh yes, Rory.

-The universe is awaiting, but you have a little job to...

-It's not little.

It's important to me.

Look...

what you do isn't all there is.

Never said it was.

All right.

Fine.

I'll be back soon.

Monitor the cubes.

Call me.

I'll have the Tardis set to every Earth newsfeed.

At the end of a week of cubic questions and theories,

but no answers,

could this be the greatest stealth marketing campaign

in business history,

and if it is, will those behind it

ever come forward and explain exactly what it's for?

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS I'm so pleased for you two.

It's about time you made an honest woman of her.

Amy...about bridesmaids...

-Mmm.

-You've missed quite a few things the last year or two.

I'm so totally there. Whatever you need.

AMBULANCE SIREN

Everyone here loves you. The nurses, the doctors...

You're a life saver, mate, literally.

Ah, well, thanks.

But there are months when we don't see you.

And we can't do without you. I want you to go full time.

Full time?

Blimey. Er...

I said yes.

I committed.

And I committed to being a bridesmaid, months in advance.

Like I know I'm going to be here.

So the Doctor's God knows where,

the cubes aren't doing anything at all...

Did real life just get started?

I like it.

So do I.

Brian's log, day 67.

You, er...you can't call it that. Brian's log?

Brian's log.

Day 67.

Cube was quiet all night.

Once again.

Cube was quiet all day.

As per previously, no movement.

No change in measurements.

End of entry.

You stay up and watch it all the time?

I film it while I'm asleep.

When I wake up, I watch the footage on fast forward.

I e-mail the result to UNIT. My middle name is diligence.

Wow.

I can't wait to see day 68(!)

Don't mock my log.

I'm doing what the Doctor asked.

-MUSIC: "Merry Christmas Everybody" by Slade

-That's it.

Er...Mr Ryan, please.

Again?

I'm fine. I've been done.

-What seems to be the matter?

-I'm just waiting for a prescription.

-Where does it hurt?

I said I'm fine!

Will you tell your colleague here that I...

Stop!

HE SCREAMS

PHONE RINGS

PIANO PLAYS

Hey! Doctor, it's me. Hello!

Er...So, the UN classified the cubes as provisionally safe,

whatever that means,

and Banksy and Damien Hirst put out statements

saying the cubes are nothing to do with them.

And the cubes, well, they're just... here. Still.

What's it been, nine months?

People are just taking them for granted. Maybe we'll never know why they came. But anyway...

I got to Laura's wedding. It was great. She's here tonight.

Being as it's our wedding anniversary.

We thought you might have dropped by. I left you messages.

I know!

Happy anniversary!

Come with me. And bring your husband.

TARDIS LANDS

26th of June, 1890.

The recently opened Savoy Hotel.

Dinner, bed and breakfast for two. Bonjour, bonjour. Merci, Auguste.

You'll be back before the party's over.

They won't even notice you went. No complications, I promise.

Ooh!

RORY LAUGHS

Bit of a shock.

Zygon ship under the Savoy,

half the staff impostors.

Still, it's all fixed now, eh?

Gentlemen, open the doors!

-I thought we were going home?

-You can't miss a good wedding. Under the bed. Under the bed!

SHOUTING AND BANGING

-Ssssh!

-It wasn't my fault.

-It was totally your fault!

Somebody was talking, and I just said yes.

To wedding vows! You just married Henry VIII on our anniversary!

HE SNEEZES

Sorry...

CHEERING

Whooo!

How long were they away?

I don't know what you're talking about, Brian.

Because they're wearing totally different clothes from earlier.

Seven weeks.

I got side-tracked.

A lot.

What happened to the other people who travel with you?

Er...

Some left me.

Some got left behind.

And some...

.Not many, but...

..some died.

Not them. Not them, Brian.

Never them.

Can I...

..stay? Here. With you.

And Rory.

For a bit. Keep an eye on the cubes.

However long that takes.

-I thought it would drive you mad.

-No, no, no.

I mean, I'll be better at it this time.

I...

..miss you.

Brian's log, day 361.

8:50pm.

No movement.

HE YAWNS

And I am cream crackered.

Hmm...

I sent you out to sell as many cubes as you could in 24 hours.

And look at you, you've made a right hash of it, haven't you?

Well, Craig,

you're fired.

If I had a restaurant, this'd be all I'd serve.

Yeah, right! You running a restaurant(!)

I've run restaurants.

-Who do you think invented the Yorkshire pudding?

-RORY CHUCKLES

You didn't?

Pudding, yet savoury.

Sound familiar?

CLEARS HIS THROAT

HE GASPS

Ahh!

Do it again!

Good job, mister.

Civilisations saved, surfaces wiped.

-What more could any woman ask for?

-Ha-ha(!)

I mean it.

-Where's the Doctor?

-On the Wii again.

I'm going for a bath.

Oh, yes!

Second set, Doctor! Ha ha!

Oh, if Fred Perry could see me now, eh?

He'd probably ask for his shorts back.

Ow!

Third set decider, come on, then.

Out of the way, dear, I'm trying to...

Whatever you are.

This planet, these people, are precious to me.

And I will defend them to my last breath.

Is that all you can do?

Hover?

I had a metal dog, could do that.

-CLICKING AND WHIRRING

-Ooh!

Ooh, that's clever, what's that?

SMASHING

Ooh!

Ooh... You really have woken up!

Doctor?

Hi. Er...the cube in there, it just opened.

The cube upstairs just spiked me and took my pulse!

Ha! Really? Mine fired laser bolts and now it's surfing the net.

-You're never going to believe this. My cube just moved.

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-It rattled.

-THE DOCTOR LAUGHS

-Hello?

Rory, mate, I'm desperate for help,

people are saying they've been attacked by the cubes.

It's going to be a long night.

'OK, I'm on my way.'

-I have to get to work, they need all the help they can get.

-Let me come, help out.

Take your dad to work night, brilliant!

OK. You going to be all right here?

-Keep away from the cubes.

-All right.

What are you grinning about?

We're wanted at the Tower of London.

Every cube, across the whole world, activated at the same moment.

Now we're in business!

You sent me a message to my psychic paper.

You know what? I'm almost impressed.

Secret base beneath the Tower. Hope we're not here cos we know too much.

Yes, I've got officers trained in beheading.

Also ravens of death.

I like her.

We have 50 being monitored, and more coming in all the time.

I don't know how useful it is. Every cube is behaving individually.

There's no meaningful pattern.

Some respond to proximity.

Some create mood swings.

-Er, what's this one?

-Try the door.

"THE BIRDIE SONG" PLAYS

On a loop!

This is the latest.

Oh dear...

Systems breached at the Pentagon, China, every African nation,

the Middle East...

I've got governments screaming for explanations

and no idea what to tell them. I'm lost, Doctor.

We all are.

Don't despair, Kate.

Your dad never did.

Kate Stewart,

heading up UNIT, changing the way they work.

How could you not be?

Why did you drop Lethbridge?

I didn't want any favours.

Though he guided me, even to the end.

"Science leads," he always told me.

Said he'd learned that from an old friend.

We don't let him down. We don't let this planet down.

They've stopped!

The cubes. Across the world. They just shut down.

Active for 47 minutes, and then they just die?

-Not dead. Dormant, maybe.

-Then why shut down?

-I don't know.

I don't know. I need to think. I need some air.

Who has an underground base?!

Terrible ventilation!

The moment they arrived,

I should have made sure they were collected and burned.

That is what I should have done.

How?

Nobody would have listened.

You're thinking of stopping, aren't you?

-You and Rory.

-No. I mean, we haven't made a decision...

But you're considering it.

Maybe.

I don't know.

We don't know.

Well, our lives have changed so much.

But there was a time, there were years,

when I couldn't live without you.

Um...

When just the whole everyday thing would drive me crazy.

But since you dropped us back here,

since you gave us this house, you know, we've built a life.

I don't know if I can have both.

-Why?

-Because...

they pull at each other.

Because they pull at me,

-and because the travelling is starting to feel like running away.

-That's not what it is.

-Oh, come on.

-Look at you, four days in a lounge and you go crazy.

-I'm not running away.

But this is one corner... of one country, in one continent,

on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy

that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking

and creating and destroying,

and never remaining the same for a single millisecond.

And there is so much, so much to see, Amy.

Because it goes so fast.

I'm not running away from things, I am running to them.

Before they flare and fade forever.

And it's all right.

Our lives won't run the same.

They can't.

One day, soon, maybe...

..you'll stop.

I've known for a while.

Then why do you keep coming back for us?

Because you were the first.

The first face this face saw.

And you're seared onto my hearts...

..Amelia Pond.

You always will be.

I'm running to you.

And Rory.

Before you...

..fade from me.

Don't be nice to me.

I don't want you to be nice to me.

Yeah, you do, Pond, and you always get what you want.

They got what they wanted.

-What? Who did?

-The cubes! That's why they stopped. Come on!

Kate!

Before they shut down, they scanned everything,

from your medical limits to your military response patterns.

They made a complete assessment of Planet Earth and its inhabitants.

That's what the surge of activity was.

Problem with the power?

Not possible, we've got back-ups.

Hmm...

Doctor?

Look.

-What?

-Why do they all say seven?

-Seven...

Seven, what's important about seven?

Seven wonders of the world, seven streams of the River Ota,

seven sides of a cube.

-A cube has six sides.

-Not if you count the inside.

-It has to be a countdown.

-Not in minutes.

-Why would it be minutes?

Kate, we have to get humanity away from those cubes.

God knows what we'll do if they hit zero.

Get the information out any way you can - news channels, websites, radio, text messages.

-People have to know that the cubes are dangerous.

-OK, but why's this starting now?

I mean, the cubes arrived months ago. Why wait this long?

Because they're clever.

Allow people enough time to collect them,

take them into their homes, their lives.

Humans, the great early adopters.

And then, wham!

Profile every inch of Earth's existence.

-Discover how best to attack us.

-Get that information out any way you can, go! Right...

Every cube was activated, there must be signals,

energy fluctuations on a colossal scale,

there must be some trace.

There can't not be.

We need to think of all the variables,

all the possibilities... OK, go, go, go, go, go!

-TV:

-'This is a national security alert.'

The Government advises that members of the public dispose of all cubes.

'If there are cubes inside your house, remove them immediately.'

Get them out of the building, away from here, as far as you can,

and get back here before it hits zero.

Dad.

Could you go and get me a box of tape for dressings,

-it's just the cupboard round the corner.

-Yes, boss.

Sorry! Er...'scuse me?

I'm looking for the supplies cupboard.

I said, I'm looking for the supplies cupboard.

Have you seen my dad?

No, sorry.

Hey...

Dad!

Hey!

Hey!

LIFT BELL

Doctor, please. You don't have to do this.

She's right. You don't have to be in there.

-We can do this remotely.

-Remotely isn't my style.

See you after.

ELECTRONIC PULSING

Geronimo.

What's happening?

Well? What's in there?

There is nothing in here.

Um, well, that's good.

It's not...it's not bombs, it's not aliens...

Why, why is there nothing inside? Why? It doesn't make any sense.

Glasses? Is it the same? Is it the same all around the world?

They're empty. We're safe. Right?

Ah, no, no, no, we are very far from safe. All along, every action has been deliberate.

Why draw attention to the cubes if they don't contain anything?

Doctor, look.

They're CCTV feeds from across the world.

They're showing the same.

People are dying!

What? They can't be dying. How? How are they dying?

I want information on how people are being affected.

The cubes brought people close together. They opened the...

Aah...

Doctor, what's the matter?

Uh...

-Aah! I don't know!

-Hospitals are logging a global surge in heart failures, cardiac arrests.

That's it. Ah! Ah! Ah! Only one heart!

Other one's not working!

-OK! I'm going to get you to the hospital!

-Only one heart! Ah! No, no, no, no!

Just a short circuit, turn around, turn around! Tell me, show me...

Ten seconds after the cubes opened,

show me the patterns in their electrical currents.

See?

-No!

-Yes, the power cut, they sucked the power and then...aah!

They're signal boxes!

People leaning in - wham.

Pure electrical surge out of the cube targeted at the nearest human heart.

The heart, an organ powered by electrical currents,

short-circuited.

How to destroy a human - go for the heart. Ow...

Crikey Moses!

Doctor, the scan you set running...

The transmitter locations, it's found them.

Oh, look at them all.

Pulsing, bold as brass.

Seven of them, all across the world.

Ow! Seven stations, seven minutes, why's that important?

Aaaargh! Ow...ow!

How do you people manage? One heart, it is pitiful!

A wormhole.

Bridging two dimensions.

Seven of them hitched onto this planet, but where's the closest one?

Glasses, zoom in!

It's the hospital where Rory works.

Dad... Dad!

Just get away from him!

How many deaths have been recorded?

We don't know.

We think it could be a third of the population.

Kate, I have to find the wormhole,

but the attacks could still happen.

Tell the world. Tell them how to deal with this.

-The world needs your leadership right now.

-I'll do my best.

-Course you will.

Good luck.

Kate...aargh!

-Aaah!

-OK, how long are you going to last with only one heart?

Not much longer. I need to locate the wormhole portal.

Hello!

Hello!

Uh-huh...

You are giving off some very strange signals.

Oh, my God.

Outlier droid, monitoring everything.

If I shut her down...

I can...

Aah...It's all right, it's all right.

I can't, Amy! I can't do it! I need both hearts!

Aah... Aah!

Aaargh! Uh! Uugh!

Ohh...

-Aah...

-All right!

Desperate measures.

What?! No! No, no, no! That won't work on a Timelord!

Aaah! No, no...

-All right, clear!

-Aah!

Whoo!

Oooh...

Ooh!

Welcome back, Lefty!

Whoa-ho!

Two hearts! Woo!

Back in the game!

Ah!

Never do that to me again.

LIFT BELL

Ah, portal to another dimension in a goods lift.

The energy signals converge here.

Does seem a bit cramped, though.

Through the looking glass, Amelia?

-Where are we?

-We're in orbit.

-One dimension to the left.

-Rory!

Aah...

Soborian smelling salts. Outlawed in seven galaxies.

Whoa!

Whoa! What kind of a welcome do you call that?!

-Get them out of here. You too. Now!

-What are you going to do?

-Absolutely no idea.

Get him to the portal.

Whoa!

So many of them.

Crawling the planet, seeping into every corner.

It's not possible.

I thought the Shakri were a myth.

A myth to keep the young of Gallifrey in their place.

The Shakri exist in all of time,

and none.

We travel alone and together...

..the Seven.

The Shakri craft, connected to Earth,

through seven portals and seven minutes.

Ah...but why?

Serving the word of the Tally.

Why the cubes?

Why Earth?

Not Earth.

Humanity.

The Shakri will halt the human plague before the spread.

Erase humanity before it colonises space.

We thought the cubes were an invasion.

The start of war.

The human contagion only...

must be eliminated.

Who are you calling a contagion?

Oi! Didn't I tell you two to go?

-You should have learned by now.

-Yeah, and what is this Tally anyway?

Some people call it Judgment Day.

Or the Reckoning.

Don't you know?

I've never wanted to find out.

Before the Closure, there is the Tally.

The Shakri serves the Tally.

The pest-controllers of the universe,

that's how the tales went, isn't it?

Wow. That's some seriously weird bedtime story.

You can talk, wolf in your grandmother's nightdress?

So.

Here you are, depositing slug pellets all over the Earth.

Made attractive so humans will collect them,

hoping to find something beautiful inside.

Because that's what they are.

Not pests or plague, creatures of hope.

Forever building and reaching. Making mistakes, of course, every life-form does. But...

But they learn.

And they strive for greater, and they achieve it.

You want a tally.

Put their achievements against their failings, through the whole of time.

I will back humanity against the Shakri every time.

HE CHUCKLES

The Tally...

must be met.

The second wave will be released.

What does that mean?

It's going to release more cubes to kill more people.

Tell the Secretary General it's not just hospitals and equipment, it's people.

Our best hope now is each other.

The human plague...

breeding and fighting.

And when cornered...

their rage to destroy.

You're too late, Doctor.

The Tally...

..shall be met.

He's gone.

He was never really here, just the ship's automated interface.

Like a talking propaganda poster.

I can stop the second wave.

I can disconnect all the Shakri craft from their portals,

leave them drifting in the darkspace.

Ah, but all those people who were near the cubes,

so many of them will have died.

-I restarted one of your hearts.

-You'd need mass defibrillation.

Of course.

Ah, beautiful, but, Ponds, Ponds!

We are going to go one better than that.

The Shakri used the cubes to turn people's hearts off.

Bingo!

We're going to use them to turn them back on again.

-Will that work?

-Well...creatures of hope.

Has to.

30 seconds.

Don't let me down, cubes, you're working for me now.

Oh dear.

All these cubes, there's going to be a terrible wave of energy ricocheting around here any second.

Run.

I'm going to miss this.

EXPLOSION

AMY GASPS

'Emergency hospitals and field units

'are working at full capacity around the world,

'as millions of survivors of cardiac arrests are nursed back to health

'after an unprecedented night across the globe.'

You, er...

You really are as remarkable as Dad said.

Thank you.

My! A kiss from a Lethbridge-Stewart.

-That is new!

-THEY LAUGH

Oh dear, I'm late for dinner.

-Ah!

-SHE LAUGHS

LAUGHTER

Hmm...dear me.

I'd better get going.

Things to do, worlds to save, swings to...

..swing on.

I know.

You both have lives here.

Beautiful, messy lives.

That is what makes you so fabulously human.

You don't want to give them up.

I understand.

Actually, it's you they can't give up, Doctor.

And I don't think they should.

Go with him.

Go save every world you can find.

Who else has that chance?

Life will still be here.

You could come, Brian.

Somebody's got to water the plants.

Just bring them back safe.

'So that was the year of the slow invasion,

'when the Earth got cubed, and the Doctor came to stay.

'It was also when we realised something

'the Shakri never understood -

'what cubed actually means.

'The power of three.'

-You don't believe that statues can move.

-DEMONIC GIGGLE

And you're right, they can't. When you're looking.

New York is policed by angels. Every time you try to escape, you get zapped back in time.

The city that never sleeps.

The angels will come, and...

I think they're coming for you.

Placing someone back in time creates time energy,

and that is what the angels feed on.

What the hell are you doing?!

-Any ideas?

-Run!

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