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AN: I'm looking for a beta reader
(PS: I'm copying the transcript and not writing it out myself because I am crap at spelling and right now my beta reader is my cat and I will repeat I do not own the transcripts; I only own my OC's POV.)
[Thoughts]
[Thought Speech]
[Stuff I Wrote]
[Transcript]
-Twas A Line-
[TARDIS]
(The new Doctor dashes to the console and flicks a few switches, checking the monitor.)
DOCTOR: 6 PM... Tuesday...
(Rose watches, half concealed by a pillar. The Doctor turns a knob.)
DOCTOR: October... 5006... On the way to Barcelona!
(Straightens up and faces Rose, grinning as if extremely pleased with himself).
DOCTOR: Now then... what do I look like?
(Gives her no chance to reply before holding up a hand to silence her)
DOCTOR: No, no no, no no no no no no no. No. Don't tell me.
(Rose looks completely bemused.)
DOCTOR: Let's see... two legs, two arms, two hands...
(Tests his wrist, circling it).
DOCTOR: Slight weakness in the dorsal tubercle.
(Hands fly to his head).
DOCTOR: Hair! I'm not bald!
(Rose now looks shocked. The Doctor runs his hands through his hair gleefully.)
DOCTOR: Oh, Oh! Big hair!
(Feels his sideburns, looks and sounds delighted)
DOCTOR: Sideburns, I've got sideburns! Or really bad skin. Little bit thinner...
(Slaps his stomach).
DOCTOR: That's weird. Give me time, I'll get used to it.
(With the air of someone making a most wonderful discovery)
DOCTOR: I... have got... a mole. I can feel it.
(Rose is breathing heavily. She looks scared. The Doctor seems not to notice.)
DOCTOR: Between my shoulder blades, there's a mole.
(Rotates his shoulders).
DOCTOR: That's all right. Love the mole.
(Grins at Rose).
DOCTOR: Go on then, tell me.
(Stands straight up before Rose, ready for assessment. His hair is all ruffled)
DOCTOR: What do you think?
ROSE (quietly, timidly): Who are you?
DOCTOR (crestfallen, slightly surprised): I'm the Doctor.
ROSE (shakes her head, not believing him): No... Where is he? Where's the Doctor? (Voice rising). What have you done to him?
DOCTOR: You saw me, I, I changed... (Indicates over his shoulder, the spot where he regenerated) ... right in front of you.
ROSE: I saw him sort of explode, and then you replaced him, like a... a teleport or a transmat or a body swap or something.
(The Doctor does not interject. He seems lost for words. Rose takes a few steps towards him. At arm's length, she pushes him in the chest.)
ROSE : You're not fooling me.
(The Doctor rocks back on his heels as though he cannot believe what he is hearing.)
ROSE : I've seen all sorts of things. Nano genes... Gelth... (Looks darkly at him). Slitheen...
(The Doctor raises his eyebrows.)
ROSE : Oh, my God, are you a Slitheen?
DOCTOR: (calmly): I'm not a Slitheen.
ROSE (voice rising to a shout): Send him back. I'm warning you; send the Doctor back right now!
DOCTOR (pleadingly): Rose, it's me.
(He leans forward in his urgency to make her believe him.)
DOCTOR: Honestly, it's me.
(Rose stares at him, her chest rising and falling very fast.)
DOCTOR: I was dying. To save my own life I changed my body. Every single cell, but... it's still me.
ROSE (whispers): You can't be.
(The Doctor takes a few steps closer to her, looking straight down into her eyes.)
DOCTOR: Then how could I remember this? Very first word I ever said to you. Trapped in that cellar. Surrounded by shop window dummies... oh...
(Looks away for a moment, reminiscing. Then he looks back into her eyes) ...
DOCTOR: such a long time ago. I took your hand...
(To emphasize this point, he takes her hand... just like he did when Rose first asked who he was. Rose glances briefly down at their joint hands and then back up at his face.)
DOCTOR: I said one word... just one word, I said... "Run".
(He gazes at her. Rose looks into his eyes, her own full of tears.)
ROSE: (whispers): Doctor.
(The Doctor grins.)
DOCTOR (gently): Hello.
(Rose sighs in an almost exasperated fashion and stumbles backwards as the impact of what has just happened hits her. The Doctor takes off around the other side of the console.)
DOCTOR: And we never stopped, did we? All across the universe. Running, running, running...
(Flicks a few switches on the console).
DOCTOR: One time we had to hop. Do you remember? Hopping for our lives.
(He hops madly up and down on the spot. Rose has her back against the pillar and is just watching him.)
DOCTOR: Yeah? All that hopping? Remember hopping for your life? Yeah?! Hop? With the...
(The wild enthusiasm ebbs from his voice at Rose's lack of reaction. His hopping subsides)
DOCTOR: No?
ROSE: Can you change back?
DOCTOR: Do you want me to?
ROSE: Yeah.
DOCTOR: Oh.
ROSE: Can you?
DOCTOR: No.
(He seems rather disappointed. He glances briefly down at the floor)
DOCTOR: Do you want to leave?
ROSE (shocked): Do you want me to leave?
DOCTOR (quickly): No! But... your choice... if you want to go home...
(Rose still looks upset. He goes to the console again.)
DOCTOR: Cancel Barcelona. Change to... London... the Powell Estate... ah... let's say the 24th of December. (Looks at her). Consider it a Christmas present.
(Rose is edging slowly closer the console.)
DOCTOR: There.
(He steps back, his arms tucked under his armpits in an almost defensive manner. Rose looks at him, then back at the console. The TARDIS shudders as it changes direction.)
ROSE: I'm going home?
DOCTOR: Up to you. Back to your mum... it's all waiting. Fish and chips, sausage and mash, beans on toast... no, Christmas! Turkey! Although... having met your mother... nut loaf would be more appropriate.
(Rose looks down quickly, to hide a smile.)
DOCTOR: Was that a smile?
ROSE: No.
DOCTOR (knowingly): That was a smile...
ROSE: No it wasn't.
DOCTOR (teasingly): You smiled...
ROSE: No I didn't.
DOCTOR: Oh, come on, all I did was change, I didn't...
(He suddenly gags as the TARDIS shudders. Rose looks at him questioningly.)
ROSE: What?
DOCTOR: I said I didn't...
(The same thing happens again, more violently. He makes nasty retching noises.)
DOCTOR: Uh oh.
(Rose edges cautiously around the console.)
ROSE: Er... is you alright?
(A piece golden time vortex issues from the Doctor's mouth.)
ROSE : What's that?
DOCTOR: Oh... the change is going a bit wrong and all.
(He gags again. He falls to his knees, his face contorted.)
ROSE: Look... maybe we should go back. Let's go and find Captain Jack, he'd know what to do.
DOCTOR (impatiently): Gah, he's busy! He's got plenty to do rebuilding the Earth!
(A lever on the console suddenly catches his eye).
DOCTOR: I haven't used this one in years.
(He flicks it. The TARDIS shudders violently and they are both nearly knocked to their feet.)
ROSE: What're you doing?!
DOCTOR (crazily): Putting on a bit of speed! That's it!
(He turns more knobs while Rose tries to maintain a more secure grip on the console.)
DOCTOR: My beautiful ship! Come on, faster! That's a girl!
(Rose looks distinctly alarmed. The Doctor looks and sounds violent, crazed.)
DOCTOR: Faster! Wanna to break the time limit?!
ROSE: (angry and scared): Stop it!
DOCTOR (slightly nastily and still crazed): Ah, don't be so dull... let's have a bit of fun! Let's rip through that vortex!
(Catches her eye for a moment. His voice calms for a moment)
DOCTOR: The regeneration's going wrong. I can't stop myself. (Grimaces in pain). Ah, my head...
(He violently springs up into standing position again, and his voice has gone back to being crazed.)
DOCTOR: Faster! Let's open those engines!
(A bell rings.)
ROSE: (looking around, frightened): What's that?
(The Doctor's face appears next to her.)
DOCTOR: (sounding delighted): We're gonna crash land!
(He laughs manically.)
ROSE: (shouting over the sound of the bell): Well then, do something!
DOCTOR: (voice rising hysterically): Too late! Out of control! (Runs around the console, giggling). Oh, I love it! Hot dawg!
(He hops in the air excitedly.)
ROSE: You're gonna kill us!
DOCTOR: Hold on tight, here we go!
(Their eyes meet across the console, the Doctor grinning madly, Rose looking scared.)
DOCTOR: Christmas Eve...!
[Clancy's garage]
(In the Tyler's flat, Jackie is decorating the white plastic Christmas tree and putting presents under it. She looks at the one for Rose and gazes wistfully into the distance.
Meanwhile, at Mickey's work, Noddy Holder is screaming 'Merry Christmas' on the radio when another sound can be faintly heard above it and John's hammering.)
MICKEY: Hey, turn that down. Turn it off, Stevo. Turn that off! John, shut up!
(It's a familiar whooshing sound. Mickey runs out.)
[The Tyler's flat]
(Jackie hears it too.)
JACKIE: Rose!
[Powell Estate]
JACKIE: Mickey!
MICKEY: Jackie, it's the Tardis!
JACKIE: I know, I know, I heard it. She's alive, Mickey. I said so, didn't I? She's alive!
MICKEY: Just shut up a minute.
JACKIE: Well, where is it then?
(The Tardis comes out of the vortex in mid air and bounces off one block of flats, a second and a third before avoiding a post office van and finally crashing into a set of waste bins. The Doctor opens the door, still in t-shirt and leather jacket.)
DOCTOR: Here we are then, London. Earth. The Solar System. We did it. Jackie. Mickey. Blimey! No, no, no, no, hold on. Wait there. I've got something to say. There was something I had to tell you, something important. What was it? No, hold on, hold on. Hold on, shush, shush, shush, shush. Oh, I know! Merry Christmas!
(The Doctor collapses. Rose comes out of the Tardis.)
ROSE: What happened? Is he all right?
MICKEY: I don't know, he just keeled over. But who is he? Where's the Doctor?
ROSE: That's him, right in front of you. That's the Doctor.
JACKIE: What do you mean, that's the Doctor? Doctor who?
[The Tyler's flat - bedroom]
(The Doctor has been dressed in pajamas and put to bed. Jackie comes in with a stethoscope.)
JACKIE: Here we go. Tina the cleaner's got this lodger, a medical student, and she was fast asleep, so I just took it. Though I still say we should take him to hospital.
ROSE: We can't. They'd lock him up. They'd dissect him. One bottle of his blood could change the future of the human race. No! Shush!
(Rose listens to both sides of the Doctor's chest.)
ROSE: Both working.
JACKIE: What do you mean, both?
ROSE: Well, he's got two hearts.
JACKIE: Oh, don't be stupid.
ROSE: He has.
JACKIE: Anything else he's got two of?
ROSE: Leave him alone.
(Rose and Jackie leaves. The Doctor exhales some of the Tardis's golden energy, which flies off into space.)
[Back in the TARDIS]
The Healer sits up and holds her head as a sharp pain go's though it, she coughs and blood pores out of her mouth instead of vortex energy.
Healer: Damn its going very wrong, my regeneration is killing me. Because I'm no longer compatible with my own Timelord DNA, do I not exist anymore? But I have Physical form how can I not exist?
She reaches out to the doctor though the bound all Timelords share and found tattered strands of fevered thought, sighing she lets go of them and gets up and goes to the wardrobe to change out of her now bloody initiation robes.
[Wardrobe]
The Healer hums as she looks though thousands of clothes to find just the right outfit for her, she finely picks black and charcoal grey suit (A.N. Think 10's brown suit but with a TARDIS blue vest and a bit more formal.) she pairs it with a long black coat that flares out when she spins, for shoes she picks up a pair of steel toed dress shoes and she braids her long wavy RED hair into a French braid.
The Healer: Now time to be off, I've got no more time to waste Darling has probably gotten himself into trouble again!
She runs out to the console room only stopping for moment to lay her hand on Sexies controls.
The Healer: Don't worry Sexy I'll be back before you know it with our Timelord!
she then leaves the TARDIS.
[ Meanwhile The Tyler's flat - kitchen]
(Rose investigates the fridge.)
JACKIE: How can he go changing his face? Is that a different face or is he a different person?
ROSE: How should I know? Sorry. The thing is I thought I knew him, Mum. I thought me and him were. And then he goes and does this. I keep forgetting he's not human. The big question is where'd you get a pair of men's pyjamas from?
JACKIE: Howard's been staying over.
ROSE: What, Howard from the market? How long's that been going on?
JACKIE: A month or so. First of all, he starts delivering to the door and I thought, that's a odd. Next thing you know, it's a bag of oranges
ROSE: Is that Harriet Jones?
(Rose goes into the living room.)
JACKIE: Oh, never mind me.
[The Tyler's flat]
ROSE: Why's she on the telly?
JACKIE: She's Prime Minister now. I'm eighteen quid a week better off. They're calling it Britain's Golden Age. I keep on saying my Rose has met her.
ROSE: Did more than that. Stopped World War Three with her. Harriet Jones.
MAN [on TV]: Prime Minister, what about those calling the Guinevere One Space Probe a waste of money?
HARRIET: [on TV]: Now, that's where you're wrong. I completely disagree if you don't mind. The Guinevere One Space Probe represents this country's limitless ambition. British workmanship sailing up there among the stars.
LLEWELLYN [on TV]: This is the spirit of Christmas, birth and rejoicing, and the dawn of a new age, and that is what we're achieving fifteen million miles away. Our very own miracle.
NARRATOR [OC]: The unmanned probe Guinevere One is about to make it's final descent. Photographs of the Martian Landscape should be received by midnight tonight.
(Out in space, the probe bumps into presumably either Phobos or Deimos. A hatch opens in the Martian moon and the probe is sucked inside.)
[Street]
(A brass band dressed in Santa robes plays God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen.)
MICKEY: So what do you need? Twenty quid?
ROSE: Do you mind? I'll pay you back.
MICKEY: Call it a Christmas present.
ROSE: God, I'm all out of synch. You just forget about Christmas and things in the Tardis. They don't exist. You get sort of timeless.
MICKEY: Oh, yeah, that's fascinating, because I love hearing stories about the Tardis. Oh, go on Rose, tell us another one because I swear I could listen to it all day. Tardis this, Tardis that.
ROSE: Shut up.
MICKEY: Oh, and one time the Tardis landed in a big yellow garden full of balloons.
ROSE: I'm not like that!
MICKEY: Oh, you so are.
ROSE: Mmm, must drive you mad. I'm surprised you don't give up on me.
MICKEY: Oh, that's the thing, isn't it? You can rely on me. I don't go changing my face.
ROSE: Yeah. What if he's dying?
MICKEY: Okay.
ROSE: Sorry!
MICKEY: Just let it be Christmas. Can you do that? Just for a bit. You and me and Christmas. No Doctor, no bog monsters, no life or death.
ROSE: Okay.
MICKEY: Promise?
ROSE: Yes!
MICKEY: Right! What're you going to get for your mum?
(They walk around the market.)
MICKEY: I'm round there all the time now, you know. She does my dinner on a Sunday, talks about you all afternoon, yap yap yap.
(The band, which is wearing plastic masks, starts to follow them. Rose notices. They stop playing and one fires a flame out of his trombone, starting a panic. Mickey and Rose hide behind a stall. )
ROSE: It's us! They're after us!
(The tuba fires a blast which demolishes a large tree, sending it crashing onto him. Mickey and Rose flee.)
MICKEY: What's going on? What've we done? Why are they after us?
ROSE: Taxi!
[Taxi]
ROSE: They're after the Doctor.
MICKEY: I can't even go shopping with you. We get attacked by a brass band. Who're you phoning?
ROSE: My mum.
[The Tyler's flat]
(But Jackie is already on the phone to a friend.)
JACKIE: She turns up, no warning. I've got nothing in. I said, Rose, if you want a Christmas dinner of meat paste, then so be it.
[Taxi]
ROSE: Get off the phone!
MICKEY: Who were those Santa things?
ROSE: I don't know. But think about it. They were after us. What's important about us? Well, nothing, except the one thing we've got tucked up in bed. The Doctor.
[The Tyler's flat - bedroom]
JACKIE: Oh, no. Don't come round, darling. No, flat's all topsy turvy. Yeah, she just barges in and litters the place. Yeah. No, I'll come round and see you on Boxing day.
(Jackie puts a mug of tea by the Doctor's bed and leaves. More golden energy is exhaled.)
[The Tyler's flat]
(Rose and Mickey burst in.)
JACKIE: So, save us a chipolata.
ROSE: Get off the phone.
JACKIE: It's only Bev. She says hello.
ROSE: Bev? Yeah. Look, it'll have to wait. Right, it's not safe. We've got to get out. Where can we go?
MICKEY: My mate Stan, he'll put us up.
ROSE: That's only two streets away. What about Mo? Where's she living now?
JACKIE: I don't know. Peak District.
ROSE: Well, we'll go to cousin Mo's then.
JACKIE: No, it's Christmas Eve! We're not going anywhere! What're you babbling about?
ROSE: Mum. Where'd you get that tree?
(The Christmas tree is now green.)
ROSE: That's a new tree. Where'd you get it?
JACKIE: I thought it was you.
ROSE: How can it be me?
JACKIE: Well, you went shopping. There was a ring at the door, and there it was!
ROSE: No, that wasn't me.
JACKIE: Then who was it ?
(The tree lights up by itself and starts playing Jingle Bells.)
ROSE: Oh, you're kidding me.
(Sections of the tree start to rotate in different directions, creating a strong wind. It starts to move, chopping through a coffee table.)
MICKEY: Get out! Go, go! Get out!
(Mickey picks up a chair to fend it off as Jackie and Rose run for the door.)
ROSE: We've got to save the Doctor.
JACKIE: What're you doing?
ROSE: We can't just leave him.
JACKIE: Mickey!
(The spinning tree shreds the chair legs.)
JACKIE: Leave it! Get out! Get out!
ROSE: Mickey!
JACKIE: Get out of there!
[The Tyler's flat - bedroom]
JACKIE: No, leave him. Just leave him!
MICKEY: Get in here!
(Jackie does as the tree heads for them. She and Mickey pull a wardrobe across the door.)
ROSE: Doctor, wake up!
(Rose gets the sonic screwdriver from the jacket pocket and puts it in the Doctor's hand. The tree smashes through the door.)
JACKIE: I'm going to get killed by a Christmas tree!
(Rose speaks into the Doctor's ear.)
ROSE: Help me.
(He suddenly sits up, and the tree explodes.)
DOCTOR: Remote control. But who's controlling it?
[Outside the flat]
(Dressing gown on, the Doctor leads the trio out. Down on the ground, three Santa's are in pieces and a RED headed woman with a radio controller looks up with a grin. her grin disappears when she sees the Doctor standing with the humans)
MICKEY: That's them. What were they?
ROSE: Shush!
MICKEY: What kind of rubbish were they? I mean, no offence, but they're not much cop if a slight redhead reduce them to ruble.
DOCTOR: Pilot fish.
ROSE: What?
DOCTOR: They were just pilot fish.
(The Doctor is in pain.)
The Healer: What are you doing you're supposed to be sleeping off your regeneration, not chasing Pilotfish around!
ROSE: What's wrong?
DOCTOR: You woke me up too soon. I'm still regenerating. I'm bursting with energy.
(He exhales the golden energy.)
The woman caught the golden energy as it left his mouth, the energy wiggled for a moment then seemed to sink into her skin.
Doctor: It's not supposed to do that! What is she?
DOCTOR: You see? The pilot fish could smell it a million miles away. So they eliminate the defense, that's you lot, and they carry me off. They could run their batteries on me for a couple of ow!
JACKIE: Oh! Oh! Oh!
DOCTOR: My head! I'm having a neuron implosion. I need
Healer: Sleep
JACKIE: What do you need?
DOCTOR: I need
Healer: Sleep
JACKIE: Say it. Tell me, tell me, tell me.
DOCTOR: I need
Healer: You need sleep (this caries on for a while)
JACKIE: Painkillers?
DOCTOR: I need
JACKIE: Do you need aspirin?
DOCTOR: I need
JACKIE: Codeine? Paracetamol? Oh, I don't know, Pepto-Bismol?
DOCTOR: I need
JACKIE: Liquid paraffin. Vitamin C? Vitamin D? Vitamin E?
DOCTOR: I need
JACKIE: Is it food? Something simple. Bowl of soup. A nice bowl of soup? Soup and a sandwich? Soup and a little ham sandwich?
DOCTOR: I need you to shut up.
JACKIE: Oh, he hasn't changed that much, has he?
DOCTOR: We haven't got much time. If there's pilot fish, then. Why's there an apple in my dressing gown?
JACKIE: Oh, that's Howard. Sorry.
DOCTOR: He keeps apples in his dressing gown?
JACKIE: He gets hungry.
DOCTOR: What, he gets hungry in his sleep?
JACKIE: Sometimes.
DOCTOR: Argh! Brain collapsing. The pilot fish. The pilot fish mean that something, something, something is coming.
Healer: Yes I know and you are not getting involved this time, I will take care of the problem and you will rest!
(The Doctor passes out.)
The Healer picks the Doctor up bridle-style and caries him back into the apartment while the humans stared after her, upon entering the apartment she immediately went to the room the Doctor had been sleeping in. Gently laying him on the bed she removed his housecoat tossing it over a chair by the bed, she pulled the blankets up to his chin and placed her hand on his forehead. Rose, Mickey and Jackie came running in to the room, Rose is steaming.
Rose: Who The Hell Are You!
The Healer ignores her for a moment instead turning to address Jackie and Mickey.
Healer: Jackie in half a hour give him tea, Mickey you come with me.
Spinning on her heel she leaves the room, grabbing Mickey on her way-out leaving Jackie and Rose behind.
Mickey: Who are you? Where are you taking me?
Healer: Some people don't have to die because I'm now a part of this timeline, and there are a few things I am going to tell you because otherwise you will keep on pining for Rose and she will keep stringing you along as a backup plan. So interdictions you are Mickey Smith you currently love one Rose Tyler who is in love with the Doctor, in your future you will travel to a parallel universe stay there when Rose Leaves with the Doctor. Help out a lot with that worlds Cybermen problem come back using a big yellow button, help save the world Rose gets trapped in the parallel universe when the Doctor sends the Cybermen and Daleks into the void. Come back over with Jackie, meet your future wife who traveled with the Doctor and of course she fell in love with him as well but she makes the choice to leave. So you and I are going to the TARDIS, and in doing so I will be able to prevent two deaths.
Mickey: You didn't tell me who you are, besides why are you telling me this? Isn't you telling me going to affect the timeline?
Healer: No, that timeline is already mostly dead, I think? Because I was not a part of it, I'm here so that timeline should be almost obsolete. As for who I am, I'm a Time Lady from the planet Galafrey, I'm 1500 years old my title is The Healer but for now I don't want The Doctor to know who and what I am, so just call me Elethea.
[Press conference]
LLEWELLYN: Yes, we had a bit of a scare. Guinevere seemed to fall off the scope, but it, it was just a blip. Only disappeared for a few seconds.
[The Tyler's flat]
LLEWELLYN [on TV]: She is fine now, absolutely fine. We're getting the first pictures transmitted live any minute now. I'd better get back to it, thanks.
JACKIE: Funny sort of rocks.
NEWSREADER [on TV]: The first photographs
ROSE: That's not rocks
NEWSREADER [on TV]: This image is being transmitted via mission control, coming live from the depths of space on Christmas morning.
(It's an red-eyed ugly alien with a head like a goat's skull. It growls and gurgles at the screen.)
NEWSREADER: The face of an alien life form was transmitted live tonight on BBC1.
NEWSREADER 2: (USA) On the 25th of December, the human race has been shown absolute proof that alien life exists.
NEWSREADER 3: These remarkable images have been relayed right across the world.
[Tower of London]
(A cortege of black cars drive past the White Tower. Llewellyn is let out by a Secret Service officer and greeted by a man in Army uniform with a troop of Red Berets.)
BLAKE: This way, sir.
[UNIT HQ]
(Basement level 11 is a hive of industry.)
BLAKE: Mister Llewellyn.
(He is taken to a quieter room.)
LLEWELLYN: Mister Llewellyn, ma'am.
(Harriet flashes her ID.)
HARRIET: Harriet Jones. Prime Minister.
LLEWELLYN: Oh. Well, yes, I know who you are. I suppose I've ruined your Christmas.
HARRIET: Never off duty. Now, we've put out a cover story. Alex has been handling it.
ALEX: We've said it was a hoax. Some sort of mask or prosthetics. Students hi-jacking the signal, that sort of thing.
HARRIET: Alex is my right hand man. I'm not used to having a right hand man. I quite like it, though.
ALEX: I quite like it myself.
LLEWELLYN: I don't suppose there's any chance it was a hoax?
HARRIET: That would be nice. Then we could all go home. I don't suppose anyone's offered you a coffee?
LLEWELLYN: No.
HARRIET: But, no, the transmission was genuine. And this seems to be a new species of alien. At least, not one we've encountered before.
(Harriet gives him a cup of coffee.)
LLEWELLYN: You seem to be talking about aliens as a matter of fact.
HARRIET: There's an Act of Parliament banning my autobiography.
BLAKE: Prime Minister?
HARRIET: I'm with you.
(They go out into the main area.)
BLAKE: Miss Jacobs can explain.
HARRIET: I don't think we've been introduced. Harriet Jones, Prime Minister.
SALLY: Yes, I know who you are. The transmission didn't come from the surface of Mars. Guinevere One was broadcasting from a point five thousand miles above the planet.
BLAKE: In other words, they've got a ship and the probe is on board.
LLEWELLYN: But if they're not from the surface, then they might not be from Mars itself. Maybe they're not actual Martians.
BLAKE: Of course not. Martians look completely different. We think the ship was in flight when they just came across the probe.
SALLY: And they're moving. The ship's still in flight now. We've got it on the Hubble array.
HARRIET: Moving in which direction?
SALLY: Towards us.
HARRIET: How fast?
SALLY: Very fast.
HARRIET: What was your name, again?
SALLY: Sally.
HARRIET: Thank you, Sally.
[UNIT HQ]
(The alien leader is speaking a softer version of Klingon.)
BLAKE: Translation software.
ALEX: Yes, sir.
[The Tyler's flat]
ROSE: I don't understand what they're saying. The Tardis translates alien languages inside my head, all the time, wherever I am.
Jackie: So, why isn't it doing it now?
ROSE: I don't know. Must be the Doctor. Like he's part of the circuit, and he's, he's broken.
[UNIT HQ]
BLAKE: I'm getting demands from Washington, ma'am. The President's insisting that he take control of the situation.
HARRIET: You can tell the President, and please use these exact words, he's not my boss, and he's certainly not turning this into a war.
(She goes to Alex.)
HARRIET: What have we got?
ALEX: Nothing yet. Translating an alien language is going to take time.
BLAKE: How far off is the ship?
ALEX: About five hours.
-Tis A Line-
(A.N. Elethea – A name of English and Australian origin and it means 'healer.' I'm Posting half a chapter now I will post the second half soon)