4. Churchill's Bunker
"We're here!" The Doctor informed as the TARDIS materalized inside Churchil's bunker. The Doctor and Tory peek out of the TARDIS... with soldiers pointing guns at their direction.
"Amy," the Doctor called, steps outside with Tory and holds out his arm in introduction. "Winston Churchill."
"Doctor?" Churchill called. "Is it you?"
Amy steps out and stares hin in amazement.
"I know," Tory whispered beside Amy with happiness.
"Oh, Winston, my old friend!" The Doctor goes to shake hands but Churchill motions with his hand, like he wants something. "Ah, every time!"
"What's he after?" Amy wondered.
Tory rubbed her shoulder. "Let me guess. The TARDIS key?"
"Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor!" Churchill pointed out. "The lives that could be saved!"
"Sorry, but it doesn't work like that," Tory told him and closes TARDIS door by snapping her fingers.
"And you are...?"
"The Historian. His sister."
Churchill looks impressed. The Doctor never mention having a sister before, much or less a young one with a title of the Historian. "The Historian?"
"Call me Tory for short. People always find it mouthful."
"I will. At ease," Churchill commanded and all soldiers lower their rifles.
The Doctor looks around. "You rang?"
They stride through the corridor as an air raid happens above. The Doctor has Churchill's cane which Tory soon grabs it from his hand, inspect it carefully.
"So you've changed your face, again," Churchill denoted.
"Yeah, well, had a bit of work done."
"Got it, got it, got it! Cabinet War Rooms, right?" Amy guessed.
"Indeed," Tory confirmed. "Top secret heart of the War Office, right under London."
"You're late, by the way," Churchill added as a woman hands a clipboard and pen to him.
"Requisitions, Sir," she said.
"Excellent."
The Doctor frowns. "Late?"
"I rang you a month ago," he noted, signs papers.
"Really? Sorry. Sorry, it's a Type 40 TARDIS. I'm just running her in."
He hands clipboard back to her. "Something the matter, Breen? You look a little down in the dumps."
The woman, Breens, hugs the clipboard. "No, Sir. Fine, Sir."
"Action this day, Breen! Action this day!"
"Yes, Sir," she replied, nods, forces a smile and casts a glance at Tory and Amy way before leaving, probably feeling weird that some two random girl just enter this place. Not to mention, Amy's still in her night gown and Tory looks like an elementary school kid. Gotta be weird.
"Excuse me, sir, got another formation coming in, Prime Minister," an officer reported. "Stukas, by the look of them."
"We shall go up top then, Group Captain! We'll give 'em what for!" Churchill declared. "Coming, Doctor, Tory?"
"Why?" The Doctor asked.
"I have something to show you two," he said, taking the cane back from Tory.
The Doctor and Tory mouths 'Oooh' to each other, then to Amy who giggles.
Inside an old lift, Churchill starts the lift and puffs on his cigar. The Time Lords wave the smoke away with Amy stands to the back.
"We stand at a crossroads, Doctor. Quite alone, with our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace."
"Such as?" The Doctor pondered.
The lift stops and Churchill opens the gate. "Follow me."
The Doctor, Tory, and Amy follow Churchill as they enter into an open field on a rooftop. Tory notices a scientist man looking at his binoculars.
"Wow!" Amy muttered.
"Doctor, Tory, this is Professor Edwin Bracewell, head of our Ironsides Project," Churchill introduced.
The Doctor holds up his hand with a 'V for Victory' while Tory just makes a salute pose to Bracewell.
"How d'you do?" Bracewell asked, waves at them then looks through binoculars again.
The Doctor, Tory, and Amy walk towards the edge and look out over London and its barrage balloons as the bombs drop.
"Oh, Doctor," Amy mumbled, "Doctor, it's..."
"History," Tory finished, looking lost at the sky. "Mr. Churchill, what year is this?"
"1941, my dear."
"Is there a problem?" Amy asked.
"No, it's just... I'm feeling nostalgic," Tory chuckles. "I used to be in here. London, 1941. Lived as a street kid, scavanging food for days with other kids." She sighs, played with her hair. "It was a long time ago. I had amnesia back then and the Doctor helped me out."
The Doctor holds her arm with a soft smile. Oh, that day was quite something. After all, he found a Time Lady, someone who survived the Time War. The impossibility that turns into a possible chance. He wonders if 1st Tory's around here, roaming across London. "Maybe we can visit Nancy and Jamie."
The Time Lady shook her head. As much as she wants to see them again, they had their own life. She doesn't want to pry their life much.
"Ready, Bracewell?" Churchill asked, focusing the Doctor and Tory back.
"Aye-aye, Sir," Bracewell clarified, gives a thumbs up. "On my order! Fire!"
From within a sandbagged area on the room, laser beams are fired at the German planes and they're destroyed.
"What was that?" Amy wondered.
"That wasn't human, that was never human technology," the Doctor remarked.
"It looks like," Tory gaped. "Oh my goodness. Bracewell, let us see it!"
The Time Lords climbs ladder in hurry, to stand by Bracewell. "Advance!" He shouted.
"Our new secret weapon!" Churchill announced as a Dalek trundles out, painted in Army khaki, a utility belt around it, a small Union Flag under the eyestalk and the lights on the top of the dome are covered. The Time Lords watches with horrified expression. "What do you think? Quite something, eh?"
Tory soon approached that Dalek. "What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"I am your soldier."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I am your soldier."
"Stop this. Stop now!" The Doctor snarled, walking closer to Tory. "You know who we are, you always know."
"Your identity is unknown."
"Perhaps I can clarify things here, this is one of my Ironsides," Bracewell informed.
"Your what?" The Time Lords asked in unison.
Bracewell turns to the Dalek. "You will help the Allied cause in any way that you can?"
"Yes."
"Until the Germans have been utterly smashed?"
"Yes."
"And what is your ultimate aim?"
"To win the war!"
Tory narrowed her eyes at the Dalek, balled her fists as her eyes flickering with purple.
With the whole thing with the Daleks, Tory and the Doctor immediately heading into Churchill's office in a search for more info about the Daleks that Bracewell called Ironside.
The Doctor looks at the diagrams and blueprints with Tory on his left. "They're Daleks! They're called Daleks!"
"They are Bracewell's Ironsides, Doctor!" Churchill insisted. "Look! Blueprints, statistics, field-tests, photographs. He invented them!"
"How he can invented these things?" Tory asked sceptically.
"He approached one of our brass hats a few months ago. Fella's a genius."
"A Scottish genius, too," Amy added. "Maybe you should listen to..."
"He didn't invent them! He can't be!" Tory disagreed, cutting Amy's words, drummed her fingers on the table, upset. "They're alien."
"Alien?" Churchill frowns as a Dalek glides by the open doorway. The Time Lords sense it, knowing that it views the action in the room before continuing on.
"And totally hostile!" The Doctor whispered.
"Precisely. They will win me the war!" Churchill remarked, turns over a blueprint to show a propaganda poster with a large Dalek and leave.
Tory grumbles as she, Amy, and the Doctor follows him into a corridor.
"Why won't you listen? Why call me in if you won't listen to me?!" The Doctor asked.
"When I rang you a month ago, I must admit, I had my doubts. The Ironsides seemed too good to be true," Churchill shared.
"Yes! Right! So destroy them! Exterminate them!'
"But imagine what I could do with a hundred! A thousand!"
"Yeah. And caused so many people died in the process," Tory blurted out, glaring at a courier Dalek that passes them. "Amy can vouch for us."
"Vouch what?" Amy frowns.
"About the Daleks!" The Doctor mentioned.
"What would I know about the Daleks?"
"Everything. They invaded your world, remember? Planets in the sky, you don't forget that!"
But Amy still looks absolutely confused, like she's not getting it.
"Amy, tell me you remember the Daleks," Tory pleaded.
"Nope, sorry," Amy responded.
"What about the Ghost Shift from Torchwood, in Canary Wharf?" Tory pressed. "An alien ship that destroyed the Big Ben? Living dummies that attacked?" Amy looks more confused, which fears the young Time Lady. "Aliens at Christmas? Remember the one that hypnotized peoples?" Amy shook her head. "Or a giant spaceship that looks like a giant star invading Christmas? What about the fallen Titanic ship? Then how about small creature walking fat that looks like a giang marshmallow? Or ATMOS? Surely you're aware with 456!"
"I'm sorry... but I don't know any of those," Amy admitted, seems scared and confused.
"That's not possible," the Doctor mumbled.
I don't like any of this, Doctor, Tory admitted as they entering the map room. Something's gone wrong. Even if people just shrug those invasions like nothing, surely they still recall or remember those events that's not ordinary to see.
The Doctor agreed with her opinion. "They're up to something, but what is it? What are they after?"
"Well, let's just ask, shall we?" Amy suggested, walks over to the Dalek.
"Amy... Amelia!"
The ginged taps on the Dalek's casing and it swivels to focus its eyestalk on her. "Can I be of assistance?" It asked.
"Oh. Yes. Yes! See, my friends reckons you're dangerous," Amy began. "That you're an alien. Is it true?"
"I am your soldier."
"Do you?" Tory asked with caution and the Doctor watches thoughtfully.
"Please excuse me. I have duties to perform," it excused.
The Time Lords goes over to Churchill, takes the cigar from the his mouth. "Winston, Winston, please," the Doctor begged.
"We are waging total war, Doctor! Day after day, the Luftwaffe pound this great city like an iron fist."
"Adding Daleks into this won't stop the war," Tory argued, set her hands on the table, palms up.
"Men, women and children slaughtered. Families torn apart. Wren's churches in flames."
"And the Daleks will make it worse. Trust me."
Churchill sighs. "I weep for my country, I weep for my empire. It is breaking my heart," he shared and moves around the table.
"But you're resisting, Winston!" The Doctor pointed out, following him. "The whole world knows you're resisting! You're a beacon of hope."
"But for how long? Millions of innocent lives will be saved if I use these Ironsides now!" Churchill argued and signs more paper.
"Can I be of assistance?" A Dalek asked.
"Shut it!" The Doctor snapped at it before looking alluding Churchill. "Listen to me. Just listen! The Daleks have no conscience, no mercy, no pity. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy. You cannot trust them!"
"If Hitler invaded hell, I would give a favourable reference to the Devil! These machines are our salvation!" Then, Tory hears a siren sounds. "Oh, the all-clear. We are safe. For now."
As the Prime Minister's leaves, the Doctor and Tory stare at the Dalek before it, too, turns away and leaves.
"Doctor, Tory, it's the all-clear," Amy told them. "Are you two okay?"
The Doctor's twisting an officer's cap in his hands. "What does hate look like, Amy?"
"Hate?"
"It looks like a Dalek. And we're going to prove it," he declared tosses cap before putting it on a desk as he walks out with Tory beside.
They soon barge into Bracewell's lab, where a Dalek stands not far from him.
"All right, Prof!" The Doctor called, checking everything out. "The PM's been filling me in. Amazing things, these Ironsides of yours. Amazing. You must be very proud of them."
"Just doing my bit," Bracewell admitted.
Amy picks up spanner. "Not bad for a Paisley boy."
The Doctor sits on a chair and begins to read a file as Tory stands beside him, also reading.
"Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear," Bracewell noted.
"How did you come up with the idea?" Tory asked.
"How does the muse of invention come to anyone?"
The Doctor tosses a file onto desk behind him. "But you get a lot of these clever notions, do you?"
"Well, ideas just seem to teem from my head! Wonderful things! Like... let me show you," Bracewell shows them files. "Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight. Gravity bubbles that could sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere! Came to me in the bath!"
"And are these your ideas or theirs?"
"No, no, no, no. These robots are entirely under my control, Doctor. They are," he got cut out with a Dalek that brings his tea. "Thank you... the perfect servant, and the perfect warrior."
"I don't know what you're up to, Professor, but whatever they've promised, you cannot trust them!" The Doctor warned. "Call them what you like, the Daleks are death!"
Churchill enters followed by another Dalek. "Yes, Doctor. Death to our enemies! Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich!"
"Yes, Winston, and death to everyone else too!"
"Would you care for some tea?"
"Oh, screw this," Tory mumbled, throwing the tray away, causing the cup to fall to the floor, broken. "This whole pretense is very entertaining and hilarious to you lot. But I'm not amused. And I need to do something else so I won't get bored by you pepperpot robots."
"I do not understand," it stated.
"Then, let me." Without any warning, Tory activates her power and kick the Dalek away with such a brute, she nearly destroyed it. It still functional as usual, but some parts got broken with her force.
"Tory, what the devil...?!" Churchill muttered.
"You do not require tea?" It asked.
"Hmm, clearly not getting it," Tory mumbled. "Then, let's try this." Her eyes glowing in purple and the Dalek hits into another attack. This time, she crushs the Dalek's laser gun while also gives it a weight pressure so it got crush underneath. "Oh. Still no screaming. How resiliant."
"Stop it! Prime Minister, please!" Bracewell begged.
"Doctor, please, these machines are precious," Churchill told the Doctor, hoping so the man can stop his sister from destroying it.
But the Doctor didn't fo that. Instead, he grabs a large spinner and bangs it few meters at the Dalek. "Come on! Fight back! You want to, don't you? You know you do!"
"I must protest!" Bracewell remarked.
"What are you waiting for? You hate me. You want to kill me. Well, go on! Kill me. Kill me!" He shouted and strikes again.
Unable to witness any of this, Amy pushes the Doctor and Tory. "Please, just stop!"
"Please desist from striking me. I am your soldier," the Dalek claimed.
"Oh, cut it out already!" Tory grumbled and proceed to punches it, sending it into a wall without remorse. "Do you how many victim you lot killed? Adults and children. How many innocent species that you murdered horribly?" She snaps her finger and creates a prison gravity, slowly makes it smaller so it got cramped. So it can died in agony. She doesn't care if this is a sadistic way of killing a Dalek. They deserve this. "Well? Do you?"
"You are everything I despise!" The Doctor snapped at the Dalek. "The worst thing in all creation. We've defeated you time and time again, I've defeated you. We sent you back into the void! We saved the whole of reality from you! I am the Doctor! And you are the Daleks!"
He kicks the Dalek and it rolls backwards. "Correct," it noted. "Review testimony."
"I am the Doctor. And you are the Daleks!"
"Testimony? What are you talking about, testimony?" The Doctor frowns.
"Transmitting testimony now," a Second Dalek announced.
"Transmit what?" Tory asked. "Where?
"Testimony accepted!"
"Get back! All of you!" The Doctor warned.
"Marines! Marines! Get in here!" Churchill ordered. Two Marines enter and one of the Daleks kills them.
"Stop it! Stop it, please! What are you doing? You are my Ironsides!" Bracewell insisted.
"We are the Daleks!" The first one replied.
"But I created you!"
"No," it shoots off Bracewell's hand, revealing a stump of wires and circuits. "We created you!"
"Victory! Victory! Victory!" All Daleks chanted and teleport away.
"What just happened?" Amy asked.
"I wanted to know what they wanted, what their plan was," he mumbled. "I was their plan!"
"Come on. We've got to stop it!" Tory denoted as they're running out of the room.
"Hey!" Amy protested and follows them entering the room. They rush and goes down the stairs towards the TARDIS
"'Testimony accepted!' That's what they said. My testimony," the Doctor muttered.
"Don't beat yourself up. You were right," Amy assured him as Tory unlocks the TARDIS. "What do we do? Is this what we do now? Chase after them?"
"This is what we do. It's dangerous, so wait here," the Doctor ordered and Churchill comes to stand behind Amy.
"What, so you mean I've got to stay safe down here in the middle of the London Blitz?"
"Better than with the Daleks," Tory told her as she and the Doctor step into the TARDIS, dematerialized it and try to find the Daleks' location.
"I've got a reading!" Tory shared, pointing at the monitor that's indicating a spaceship above Earth's stratosphere. They soon dematerialized the TARDIS inside and step outside, finding three Daleks pointing their laser at them.
The Doctor rubbing his hands. "How about that cuppa now, then?"
"It is the Doctor and Themis! Exterminate!" The First Dalek ordered.
"I wouldn't if I were you!" Tory said, pulls out a jammy dodger that she took from the TARDIS's kitchen and place it at her overall dress' pocket and holds it out in front of her. "TARDIS self-destruct. And you lot are smart enough to know what that means."
"You would not use such a device," the Second Dalek declared.
"Try us," the Doctor challenged as the First Dalek moves forward. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. No scans! No nothing! One move and my sister will destroy us all, you got that? TARDIS bang-bang, Daleks boom!" The Dalek moves back. "Good boy." He and Tory look at the Daleks' instrument panels. "This ship's pretty beaten up, running on empty, I'd say, like you. When we last met, you were at the end of your rope. Finished."
"One ship survived."
"And stuck into the past," Tory mumbled, recalling what the Cult of Skaro did after Canary Wharf in Torchwood.
"We picked up a trace. One of the Progenitor devices."
"Progenitor?" The Doctor frowns. "What's that when it's at home?"
"It is our past. And our future."
"Wow. Kinda dramatic for a Dalek," Tory admitted, rubbing her neck. "Care you explain?"
"It contains pure Dalek DNA, thousands were created, all were lost, save one," a third one speaked.
"Okay, but there's still one thing I don't get, though," the Doctor commented. "If you've got the Progenitor, why build Bracewell?"
"It was... necessary," the second one answered.
"But why?" Then, he opens his mouth. "I get it. Oh, I get it! I get it. Oh, ho, this is rich! The Progenitor wouldn't recognise you, would it? It saw you as impure, the DNA is unrecognisable as Dalek."
"Typical Daleks," Tory mocked, giggles. "So stuck in their stupid idea of being pure, they would never register mutan Daleks."
"A solution was devised," the Second Dalek added.
"Yes, yes, yes. Me. My testimony," the Doctor shared. "So you set a trap, you knew that the Progenitor would recognise us. The Daleks' greatest enemies! It would accept mine or Historian's word. Our recognition of you."
The Second Dalek turns to the instrument panel behind it and place the sucker on it.
"What are you doing?" Tory demanded, waving the jammy dodger again, so they know that she's still serious with her threat.
"Withdraw now, Doctor, Themis, or the city dies in flames," the Third Dalek commanded.
"Who are you kidding? This ship is a wreck, you don't have the power to destroy London," the Doctor addressed.
"Watch as the humans destroy themselves," the Second Dalek claimed.
"The light," Tory realized, remembering her old days in London during World War II. How she and other children prefer at dark places so none of them get caught or how people often talked about not using lights around so the enemies won' notice them. "They're switching all lights on!"
"Turn those lights off now. Turn London off or I swear my sister will use the TARDIS self-destruct!" The Doctor demanded.
"Stalemate, Doctor, Themis. Leave us, and return to Earth," the Second Dalek announced.
"Oh, that's it? That's your great victory? You leave?"
"Extinction is not an option. We shall return to our own time and begin again."
"No, no, no! We won't let you get away this time! We won't!"
Tory heard a loud noise and a soft thrumming.
"We have succeeded. DNA reconstruction is complete," the Third Dalek added as they glide back from the cubicle which is enveloped in red energy. The doors slide open amidst sparks.
"Observe, Time Lords! A new Dalek paradigm!" The Second Dalek declared. The Doctor and Tory watch as new, larger Daleks emerge from the smoke and steam, each a different color. white, blue, yellow, orange and red. "The Progenitor has fulfilled our new destiny. Behold, the restoration of the Daleks! The resurrection of the master race!"
Tory inclines her head. "Oh wow. Now in colours. What's this? A new fashion of yours?"
"All hail the new Daleks! All hail the new Daleks!" The First one Chanted.
"Yes, you are inferior!" The White Dalek denoted.
"Yes."
"Then prepare."
"We are ready!" All three Daleks addressed.
"Cleanse the unclean! Total obliteration! Disintegrate!"
The Blue Dalek fires upon First and Third Dalek while the red one shoots Second Dalek.
"Blimey, what do you do to the ones who mess up?" The Doctor wondered.
"You are the Doctor and Themis! You two must be exterminated!"
Tory waves the jammy dodger. "In case you're forgot, I'm still holding the button. Don't mess around with me!" She warned. "Although, if I'm being honest, I've never meet Daleks like you."
"We are the paradigm of a new Dalek race," the White Dalek introduced. "Scientist, Strategist, Drone, Eternal, and the Supreme."
"Which would be you, I'm guessing?" The Doctor gestured. "Well, you know, nice paint job. I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty 'Supre-eme." Tory chuckles upon that last word. "Question is, what do we do now? Either you turn off your clever machine or we'll blow you and your new paradigm into eternity."
"With you and the Daleks Destructor."
"Wow, they're still call me that?" Tory wondered.
"Occupational hazard," the Doctor replied.
"Scan reveals nothing! TARDIS self-destruct device non-existent!" The Blue Dalek revealed.
"Spoilsport," Tory grumbled and throws it at the Doctor. "Okay, it's a Jammy Dodger! But it's a clever plan, okay? And it's delicious."
Suddenly, a siren sounds blaring around. The Blue Dalek goes to the scanner. "Alert! Unidentified projectile approaching!" It claimed, causing the Doctor and Tory look at a second scanner. "Correction. Multiple projectiles!"
"What have the humans done?" The White Dalek demanded.
"I don't know," the Doctor admitted.
"Explain! Explain! Explain!"
"Danny Boy to Doctory! Danny Boy to Doctory! Are you receiving me?" A man voice called from comm.. "Over."
"Doctory?" Tory mused, find it funny with how he combines her and the Doctor's name.
"Oh, Winston! You beauty!" The Doctor remarked.
"Danny Boy to Doctory! Come in. Over."
"Loud and clear, Danny Boy!" Tory replied.
"Big dish, side of the ship, blow it up! Over!" The Doctor responded.
"Exterminate the Time Lords!" The White Dalek commanded, which makes the Time Lords escape to the TARDIS as the Daleks fire.
"Danny Boy to Doctory... only me left now. Anything you can do, sir? Over." Danny Noy asked from the TARDIS.
The Doctor picks up a small microphone and speaks into it. "Doctory to Danny Boy... Doctory to Danny Boy. We can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long. Over."
"Good show, Doctor, Tory go to it. Over."
The Doctor starts the TARDIS and he, alongside Tory, working with the console for aiding help.
"Going in, wish me luck. Over."
From outside, the duo can heard a sound of something's destroyed.
"Danny Boy to Doctory... going in for another attack."
"Doctory to Danny Boy. The Doctory to Danny Boy. Destroy this ship! Over," Tory commanded, picks up the microphone.
"What about you two?"
"Don't worry. We'll be okay!"
The White Dalek appears on the monitor. "Doctor! Themis! Call off your attack!"
"Hey, who look it is!" Tory taunted. "The stupid robots who calling for help in fear. 'Mummy! Mummy! Help me!'"
"Call off the attack, or we will destroy the Earth."
"We're not stupid, mate!" The Doctor pointed out. "You've just played your last card!"
"Bracewell is a bomb."
Tory snorted. "Yeah. And I'm the Queen of England!"
"His power is derived from an Oblivion Continuum! Call off your attack, or we will detonate the android."
"No! This is our best chance ever!" The Doctor disagreed. "The last of the Daleks! We can rid the Universe of you, once and for all!"
"Then do it," the White Dalek dared. "But we will shatter the planet below! The Earth will die screaming!"
"And if we let you go, you'll be stronger than ever. A new race of Daleks."
"Then choose, Doctor! Destroy the Daleks or save the Earth. Begin countdown of Oblivion Continuum! Choose, Doctor! Choose! Choose!"
"Historian, what should we do?" The Doctor begged, speaking their native language, looking so lost and torn apart. "I can't just choose one."
"But what can we do?" Tory shrugged, conflicted. "If we destroy the Daleks here, they'll blow up Earth. If we choose to save Earth, they'll leave. None are very good. But," she sighs, hating what she'll saying to her brother. "We can't risking people's live on Earth."
The Time Lord sighs, picks up microphone. "Doctory to Danny Boy. Doctory to Danny Boy. Withdraw."
"Say again, Sir. Over."
"Withdraw! Return to Earth. Over and out."
"But Sir...!"
"There's no time, you have to return to Earth now! Over!" He ended as Tory sets the coordinates for Earth, back into the Cabinet War room.
They runs in into the map room, and Tory touches Bracewell's body to send him over the ground.
"Tory!" Amy scolded.
"Sorry, Professor. Got no idea left. At least this is better than the Doctor's idea of punching you. But never mind about that. Bracewell, you're a bomb."
"What?" Bracewell muttered.
"An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb," the Doctor explained. "There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you, a captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that, and the Earth will bleed through into another dimension!" He kneels beside him, pulls out sonic and opens Bracewell's shirt. "Now keep down!" He suggested, uses hsi sonic to reveal mechanics underneath Bracewell's skin.
Tory notices that there's a circular pad divided into sections glowing blue on his chest. One section suddenly turns yellow.
"Well?" Amy asked.
"I dunno, I dunno, I dunno!" He said in frustration, shaking his sonic screwdriver. "Never seen one up close before!"
"So, what, they've wired him up to detonate?"
"Not wired him up! He is a bomb. Walking, talking," he makes an exploding sound effect, "exploding! The moment that flashes red."
"There's... a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there? There's always a blue wire," Amy proposed and the Doctor stands up. "Or a red one."
"You're not helping!"
"It's incredible. He talked to us about his memories," Churchill mentioned. "The Great War..."
"That's it!" Tory realized. "I've got an idea. Bracewell, tell me about your life! Perhaps if you're thinking about your life as human, the bomb won't go off!"
One section of Bracewell's chest is red and the second yellow. "My family ran the Post Office. It's a little place just near the abbey. Just by the ash trees. There used to be eight trees but... but there was a storm."
"What about your parents?" Tory inquired, curious.
"Good people. Kind people. They... They died. Scarlet fever."
"What was that like? How did it feel?" The Doctor asked.
"Please..."
"How did it make you feel, Edwin? Tell me! Tell me now!"
"It hurt. It hurts, Doctor, so badly. Like a wound," he lamented as the second section turns red and the third becomes yellow. "It was worse than a wound. Like I'd been emptied out. There was nothing."
"Okay, remember it now, Bracewell! All those memories and emotions you have, keep remember! Feel it! Because that's a prove that you're human," Tory addressed, getting panic with the third section turns red. "You're nothing like the Daleks! You're human! Genuinely human with deep emotion!"
"It hurts! Tory, it hurts so much!"
"I know. I know. I've lost my parents as well. My father died during his work when I was 6 and my mother... a race of warrior kidnapped my mother, tortured her, and... trapped her with other prisoners until they all died," Tory wipes out her tears. The Doctor soon patting her head, but the young girl continued. "It hurts so much. But you must cling into those emotions!"
The fourth section turns red. "You're alive! They cannot explode that bomb, you're a human being! You are flesh and blood!" The Doctor encouraged. "They cannot explode that bomb! Believe it! You are Professor Edwin Bracewell! And you, my friend, are a human being!"
The fifth section turns red.
"It's not working," Tory breathed.
Amy kneels beside Bracewell. "Hey... Paisley. Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?"
"W... What?" Bracewell reacted.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Amy asked as the last section remains yellow. "But kind of a good hurt."
"I really shouldn't talk about her."
"Oh. There's a her."
"It's working," Tory whispered, observes as the last section reverts to blue. "Keep asking!"
"What was her name?" The Doctor asked.
"Dorabella."
"Dorabella? It's a lovely name, it's a beautiful name."
"What was she like, Edwin?" Amy wondered.
"Oh... Such a smile. And her eyes... Her eyes were so blue... Almost violet," he reminiscented. "Like the last touch of sunset on the edge of the world... Dorabella..."
All sections revert to blue, disarming the bomb.
"Well done," Tory smiles at Bracewell.
"Welcome to the human race," the Doctor smiles at Amy, then looking at Churchill. "You're brilliant," he looks at Bracewell, "you're brilliant," then, he looks at Amy. "And you," he kisses her on the head and stands up alongside Tory. "Now, gotta stop them! Stop the Daleks!"
He and Tory run out of the room.
"Wait! Doctor! Wait... Wait," Bracewell called, stopping them as Bracewell sits up. "It's too late. Gone. They've gone."
Tory stomped her feet, upset. "Knew it!" She grumbled as the Doctor leans against a pole, looking so disappointed.
"Doctor, Tory, it's okay! You both did it. You stopped the bomb!" Amy cheered them up.
"We had a choice. And they knew we'd choose the Earth," the Doctor mumbled. "The Daleks have won. They beat us. They've won."
"But you two saved the Earth. Not too shabby, is it...?"
The Time Lords look at Churchill and all the people in the room. They all look back at them in support.
"Is it?" Amy asked again.
"No," the Doctor smiles slowly. "It's not too shabby."
It's a brilliant achievement, my dear friend," Churchill addressed. "Here, have a cigar!"
"No," he waves it off and holds Tory's hand beside.
"Where are they?" Amy wondered, not finding the Time Lords anywhere.
"Tying up loose ends," the Doctor answered as he and Tory enter. "We've taken out all the alien tech Bracewell put in."
"Won't you reconsider, Doctor?" Churchill asked. "Those Spitfires would win me the war in 24 hours!"
"Exactly," he denoted, takes some tea and drinks it.
"But why not? Why can't we put an end to all this misery?"
"You will," Tory promised, "but it's gonna be tough. Not to memtion, terrible days to come. But I know you can do it."
"Stay with us, and help us win through! The world needs you two."
"The world doesn't need us."
"No?"
"The world's got Winston Spencer Churchill," the Doctor remarked, makes the Victory sign.
"It's been a pleasure, as always."
"Too right."
The two men hug. "Goodbye, Doctor," Churchill said.
"Oh, shall we say adieu?"
The Prime Minister's end the hug. "Indeed. Goodbye, Miss Pond. Goodbye, Historian."
"It's.. it's been amazing. Meeting you," Amy admitted.
"I'm sure it has!"
"You have no idea," Tory noted as Amy kisses him on the cheek.
Churchill heads for the door, but Amy stops him. "Oi, Churchill!" She holds out her hand. "TARDIS key. The one you just took from the Doctor."
The Doctor nearly chokes on his tea and pats his pocket, causing Tory to laugh by his sudden expression.
"Oh, she's good, Doctor. As sharp as a pin!" Churchill admitted, hands Amy the key. "Almost as sharp as me!" He lights cigar and leaves. "KBO!"
With Churchill's leaves, the Doctor holds out his hand and Amy gives the key back.
The Doctor, Tory, and Amy enter Bracewell's lab. He's standing stoically in his office, now with a leather glove over the stump. "I've been expecting you, Doctor. I knew this moment had to come."
"Moment?"
"It's time to de-activate me."
Tory frowns. "Is it...?" Amy nudged her from behind with a force, causing her to winces. "Oh... yeah. Right."
"You have no choice. I'm Dalek technology. Can't allow me to go pottering around down here where I have no business."
"No, you're dead right, Professor. 100% right," the Doctor remarked. "And by the time we get back here in... what, 10 minutes?"
"More like 15," Amy added.
"Or 20," Tory proposed.
"15-20 minutes, yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do," the Doctor addressed. "You are going to be so de-activated. It's going be like you've never even been... activated."
"Yeah," Amy mumbled as Tory rubbed her forehead.
"15 minutes?" Bracewell asked, confused.
"Or 20, like my sister said," the Doctor alluded. "Once Pond, Historian, and I see to the urgent thing… "
"Yes!" Amy agreed.
"…we've got to see to. The... the... See?"
"Very well, Doctor. I shall wait here and prepare myself," Bracewell concluded.
"My goodness. That Dalek tech inside of him make him slow," Tory muttered.
"That thing we've got to do. Gonna take half an hour, realistically, isn't it, Doctor?" Amy offered.
"Easily! So no running off, that's what I'm saying," the Doctor speaked. "Don't go trying to find that little Post Office with the ash trees or that girl... What was her name?"
"Dorabella," Bracewell answered.
"Dorabella. On no account go looking for her. Mind you, you can get a lot done in half an hour."
Bracewell smiles and laughs. "Thank you, thank you, Doctor!"
"Come along, Pond!" The Time Lords called in unison and they leave, heading to the old box.
"So, you two have enemies then?" Amy asked.
"Everyone's got enemies," the Doctor shrugged.
"Yeah, but mine's the woman outside Budgens with the mental Jack Russell. You've got, like, you know, arch-enemies."
Three both lean against the TARDIS.
"You can say that," Tory admitted.
"And here's me thinking we'd just be running through time, being daft and fixing stuff," Amy commented. "But no, it's dangerous."
"Well, I mean, it bounds to happen, you know. Us travelling."
"I'm still here, aren't I? You're worried about the Daleks."
"We're always worried about the Daleks," the Doctor shared.
"It'll take time, though, won't it? There's still not many of them. They'll need a while to build themselves up."
"It's not that. There's something else. Something we've forgotten. Or rather you have."
Amy frowns. "Me?"
"You didn't know them, Amy. You'd never seen them before. And you should have done."
"Not only that," Tory added, looking puzzle. "You should remember all those strange occurances. Big Ben destroyed, Ghost Shift from Torchwood, a giant Titanic fall from sky at Chirstmas. Yet you don't remember any of those events, which doesn't make any sense."
Amy didn't say anything until she's asking, "What you said before, about your parents... is it true?"
Tory sighs. Well, it's just gonna be a matter of time until Amy ask about that. "Yes. My guardian told me."
It was right before she was under the Doctor's mother. Romana informed her about Leela's location and... and her body as well. She never though her mother would died. She knows that her mother was a strong and brave woman. She knows that! Yet when saw her body and her injuries over her body, she... she lost it. She cried for days after that.
"I'm truly sorry," Amy said.
"Yeah," Tory responded as the Doctor holds her hand. The Doctor only knows about that after what they had done at Mars. And frankly, he doesn't want Tory to speaks more about. The sight of her tears is enough to him, how devastated she was for remembered that.
"Come on," he told them to entering the TARDIS.
"So?" Tory asked as the Doctor checks the result of her body. They didn't get a chance to do so, since they keep hopping into next adventures with Amy.
"Nothing's out of the ordinary," the Doctor admitted, letting her see the result. "Everything's normal. But your power..."
"Yeah?"
"It seems getting stronger than before. Like it's slowly becoming more and more powerful."
"Really?" Tory wondered. Well, she did uses her power much easier after regenerated, which is something she's struggle to do during her second incarnation. "That's good, right?"
The Doctor rubbed his forehead. "Sure. But the risk is still the same, Historian. Sure, you're much more in control, but if you uses too much..."
"And I'm dead," she finished, recalling that's exactly what happen that cause her to regenerate into this incarnation. She uses too much brute force of her power to hold Gallifrey from crashing Earth. "Yeah, pretty much learn that after that." She smiles in reassurance. "I'll be careful. Promised."
The Doctor chuckles. Tory, no matter what, is still Tory alright.
"Tell you what. How about we're going to Delerium Archive? My treat."
Tory smirks. Now that's kind of place she wants to go.
Note: So this episode indicate that Amy doesn't remember about what happen at Stolen Earth/Journey's End, but they never indicate if Amy or others remember other events beforehand. So I'm interpret that Amy doesn't remember all of those since the crack already affecting her mind for so long, she's slowly cannot remember those events, and later, others as well.
Also, I think, by the end of the Big Bang episode, it's best to assume that most people on Earth forget about those aliens invasion due to the creation of Big Bang II, except those who're connected much deeper with the Doctor & the aliens invasion (which explains why UNIT still around, Kate knows personally about the Doctor, how O'Donnel from Under the Lake/Before the Flood also knows about the Doctor, and Jack still remembers the Doctor in Revolution of the Dalek).
Also, to some who might wonder with Tory's power, well, we've got a confirmation here. Tory still has limit, of course. But she's much more powerful in this incarnation due to the event in Crucible. Before she can only uses her power twice per day. Now, she can uses much longer and much varies. Hope that clears up some confusion.
The Time Lord Oracle: the way I see it, since Eleven still fresh new, some of Ten's personality still intact inside of him and with Ten refusing to regenerate (evidence with Eleven got screams firsthand afterward regenerate), Eleven might view things negatively with what the humans did with the Star Whale. Not to mention, the race that he desperately saved countless time before just did horrible things with another creature that didn't deserve it. And Amy just agreed to do this. Remember, her video message before memory-wiped told Amy to get the Doctor away from the Starship UK as soon as possible, knowing the Doctor won't like it. The Doctor viewed that Amy agreed to let humans do this horrible things without consent, without consider the creature's pain. He felt betrayed and hurt that Amy can do something terrible like that. This situation quite echo with Rose & 9 with Peter Tyler, which leaves a bad impression for 9 during the entire episode since Rose selfishly wants to save Pete without consider the impact afterward. But I do see your point with Eleven acting hypocrite and stuff after Mars.