The Bells of St. John
The Doctor and Clara sit at a table at a rooftop café overlooking St Paul's Cathedral.
Clara: So if we can travel anywhere in time and space, why did we travel to the morning? What's the point in that?
The Doctor: Whoever's after us spent the whole night looking for us. Are you tired?
Clara: Yes.
The Doctor: Then imagine how they feel. They came the long way round. They've got to be close, definitely London, going by the signal distribution. I can hack the lowest level of their operating system, but I can't establish a physical location, the security's too good.
Clara: Are you an alien?
The Doctor: I am, yes. OK with that?
Clara: Fine, yeah. I think I'm fine.
The Doctor: Oh, good.
Clara: So what happens if you do find them? What then?
The Doctor: I don't know. I can't tell the future, I just work there.
Clara: You don't have a plan?
The Doctor: You know what I always say about plans?
Clara: What?
The Doctor: I don't have one.
Clara: People always have plans.
The Doctor: Yes. Yes, I suppose they do. So tell me, how long have you been looking after those kids?
Clara: About a year, since their mum died.
The Doctor: OK. But why you? Family friend, I get that, but there must have been others. Why did it have to be you? I mean, you don't you don't really seem like a nanny.
Clara pushes aside her empty glass and reaches for her notebook.
Clara: Gimme!
The Doctor: (puts his hand on the computer and pulls it back) Sorry, what?
Clara: (leans forward) You need to know where they physically are. Their exact location.
The Doctor: Yes.
Clara: I can do it. (grabs notebook and holds it out of his reach)
The Doctor: Oi! I need that!
Clara: You've hacked the lower operating system. I'll have their physical location in under five minutes. Go and get a coffee.
The Doctor: (grabs the notebook as she looks inside the café) If I can't find them, you can't.
Clara: (pulls notebook towards her) They uploaded me, remember. I've got computing stuff in my head.
The Doctor: (pulls notebook towards him) So do I.
The Doctor and Clara play tug-of-war with the notebook as they argue.
Clara: I have insane hacking skills.
The Doctor: I'm from space, and the future, with two hearts and...27 brains.
Clara: And I can find them in under five minutes, plus photographs. 27?
The Doctor: OK, slight exaggeration.
Clara: Coffee - go get. Five minutes, I promise. (grabs notebook from loose hands)
The Doctor: (leans back and checks watch) The security is absolute.
Clara: It's never about the security, it's about the people. (starts typing fast)
The Doctor sits there for a moment, legs crossed, before reluctantly getting up and heading inside. He stops by the door and looks back at Clara.
Clara: Why do you keep looking at me like that?
The Doctor: Sorry, no, it's nothing. It's just... you're a nanny. Isn't that a bit... Victorian?
Clara: Victorian?
The Doctor: You're young, shouldn't you be doing, you know, young things? (attempts the Twist and a John Travolta impression) With-with-with... young people?
Clara: What, like you, for instance? Down, boy!
The Doctor: No, no, I didn't... Shut up!
After The Doctor had a little chat with Kizlet he comes rushing out of the café and skids to a stop seeing Clara typing away.
The Doctor: You OK?
Clara: Sure, setting up stuff, need a user name.
The Doctor: Learning fast.
Clara: Clara Oswald for the win! Oswin!
The Doctor remembers when he first heard the name.
Oswin: Could always call me Oswin, seeing as that's my name.
After Clara finally found the place the evil Wi-Fi is at, the Shard, The Doctor comes out and walks towards her.
Clara: I did it. I really did, I did it. I found them.
The Doctor: (monotone) You found them.
Clara: The Shard. They're in the Shard. Floor 65.
The Doctor: (monotone) Floor 65.
Clara: Are you listening to me, Doctor? I found them!
The Doctor: (monotone) I am listening to you. You found them.
Clara realizes this isn't the Doctor, remembering how the Girl in the house repeated what she said. The Doctor's head spins, revealing him to be a Spoonhead. A beam shoots out from the dish. The Real Doctor hurries out to the patio.
The Doctor: Clara! Clara!
The Doctor stops when he sees his own face staring at him and Clara slumped unconscious on the table. The head turns around and the Doctor can see Clara in the dish.
Clara: Doctor? Doctor, help me. I don't know where I am. I don't understand. I don't know where I am! Please help me. I don't know where I am! I don't know where I am. Doctor, please, please, help me. I don't know where I am.
The Doctor steps forward, looks at Clara at the table and then whips out his sonic screwdriver, using it on the Spoonhead.
After he save Clara and everyone from Kizlet, Wi-Fi is now safe, The Doctor loses the notebook as Clara takes a deep breath but doesn't wake. Standing, the Doctor gently lays a hand on her head, stroking her hair, before leaving.
Clara: (wakes) Doctor? (stands and looks around) Doctor! Doctor!
As the Maitland family goes about their day, Clara takes a book off the kitchen table and as she passes a window, she sees the TARDIS outside.
The Doctor is sitting on a set of stairs as there is a knock on the door.
The Doctor: Come in.
Clara: (enters) So. He comes back, does he?
The Doctor is reading a book. He has on the glasses that used to belong to Amy.
The Doctor: You didn't answer my question.
Clara: What question?
The Doctor: You don't seem like a nanny.
Clara: I was going to travel. I came to stay for a week before I left and during that week...
The Doctor: (closes book) She died, so you're returning the favour. You've got 101 places to see, and you haven't been to any of them, have you? That's why you keep the book.
Clara: I keep the book cos I'm still going.
The Doctor: But you don't run out on the people you care about. Wish I was more like that. You know, the thing about a time machine, can run away all you like and still be home in time for tea, so what do you say? Anywhere. All of time and space, right outside those doors.
Clara: (laughs) Does this work? Eh? Is this actually what you do? Do you just crook your finger and people just jump in your snog box and fly away?
The Doctor: It is not a snog box!
Clara: I'll be the judge of that!
The Doctor: Starting when?
Clara: Come back tomorrow, ask me again.
The Doctor: Why?
Clara: Cos tomorrow, I might say yes. Some time after 7.00 OK for you?
The Doctor: It's a time machine, any time's OK.
Clara: See you then.
The Doctor: Clara?
Clara: Uh-huh?
The Doctor: In your book there was a leaf, why?
Clara: That wasn't a leaf, that was page one.
The Doctor: Right then, Clara Oswald. Time to find out who you are. (runs back to the console and sets the TARDIS in motion)