SOLDIER: Don't try to speak. If you can hear me, nod. When the headcam's attached for the first time, your speech centres get a bit confused. You'll be fine in a bit. Do you want to try standing? Oh, that's it. It'll feel better any second. What I'm doing now is fusing the grid to your neural receptors. From now on, the headcam is downloading directly into your memory. A tiny part of your brain is now a hard drive. Takes up hardly any space. You won't feel a thing. Now, at the beginning, sometimes this has side-effects. (flash of a screaming soldier) I don't know what the guys have been telling you, but trust me, they're not premonitions, okay? Just side-effects, hallucinations. Okay, take a look in the mirror. I'm going to show you how the fittings work.
CLARA [OC]: Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one. Marcus Aurelius.
CLARA: Have you been running?
TOM: Are you okay? There was a call for you at the office, from your doctor.
CLARA: Did he leave an address?
DOCTOR: Draught.
ASSISTANT: Fancy a week in ancient Mesopotamia followed by future Mars?
CLARA: Will there be cocktails?
DOCTOR: On the Moon.
CLARA: The Moon'll do.
DOCTOR: How's the new job?
ASSISTANT:Teach anything good?
CLARA: No. Learn anything?
DOCTOR: Not a thing.
CLARA: What's happening?
DOCTOR: Whoa, whoa. We're taking off, but the engines aren't going.
PILOT [OC]: Windmill Eleven to Greyhouse leader. Blue Eagle is airborne. Ready to receive. We're on our way.
OSGOOD: Hello? Kate Stewart's phone. Oh, hold on. Excuse me. Ma'am. Ma'am!
KATE: The ravens are looking a bit sluggish. Tell Malcolm they need new batteries.
OSGOOD: It's them. Sorry, it's your personal phone, but, well, I recognised the ring tone. It's them, isn't it?
KATE: Inhaler.
KATE: Doctor, hello. We found the Tardis in a field. I'm having it brought in.
DOCTOR: No kidding.
KATE [OC]: Where are you?
KATE: Oh, my god! Oh, Doctor, I'm so sorry. We had no idea you were still in there. Come on.
PILOT [OC]: Roger. New heading two zero seven. Changing course.
KATE: Doctor, can you hear me? I don't think he can hear me.
DOCTOR: Next time, would it kill you to knock?
KATE: I'm having you taken directly to the scene. Doctor, hello, are you okay?
DOCTOR: Whoa! I'm just going to pop you on hold.
KATE: Doctor?
CLARA and ASSISTANT: Doctor!
SOLDIER: Atten - shun!
DOCTOR: Why am I saluting?
KATE: Doctor, as Chief Scientific Officer, may I extend the official apologies of UNIT
DOCTOR: Kate Lethbridge Stewart, a word to the wise. As I'm sure your father would have told you, I don't like being picked up.
CLARA: That probably sounded better in his head.
ASSISTANT:Yeah
KATE: I'm acting on instructions direct from the throne. Sealed orders from her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the First.
CLARA: The Queen? The First? Sorry, Elizabeth the First?
KATE: Her credentials are inside.
KATE: No. Inside.
DOCTOR: (to Osgood) Nice scarf.
KATE: What's our cover story for this?
OSGOOD: Er, Derren Brown.
KATE: Again?
OSGOOD: Oh, we've sent him flowers.
SOLDIER: Atten-shun! Right, I want a secure perimeter around the gallery.
CLARA: Did you two know her, Elizabeth the First?
DOCTOR: Unified Intelligence Task Force.
CLARA: Sorry?
ASSISTANT: This lot. UNIT. They investigate alien stuff. Anything alien.
CLARA: What, like you?
DOCTOR: We work for them.
CLARA: You two have a job?
ASSISTANT : Why shouldn't we have a job? We'd be brilliant at having a job.
CLARA: You don't have a job.
DOCTOR: We do. This is our job. We're doing it now.
CLARA You never have a job.
DOCTOR: I do. He does too.
KATE: Elizabeth's credentials, Doctor. Assistant.
CLARA: But, but that's not possible.
ASSISTANT: No more.
KATE: That's the title.
DOCTOR: We know the title.
KATE: Also known as Gallifrey Falls.
ASSISTANT: This painting doesn't belong here, not in this time or place.
CLARA: Obviously.
DOCTOR: It's the fall of Arcadia, Gallifrey's second city.
CLARA: But how is it doing that? How is that possible? It's an oil painting in 3D.
ASSISTANT: Time Lord art. Bigger on the inside. A slice of real time, frozen.
KATE: Elizabeth told us where to find it, and its significance.
CLARA: You okay?
DOCTOR: They were there.
CLARA: Who was?
ASSISTANT: Us. The other version of us. The ones we don't talk about.
CLARA: I don't understand.
DOCTOR: We've had many faces, many lives. Neither of us don't admit to all of them. There's two lives We've tried very hard to forget. They were the Doctor and Assistant who fought in the Time War, and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day we killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars between our people and the Daleks. And in that battle there were two men with more blood on their hands than any other, men who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And those men were us.
DALEKS: Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate.
SOLDIER: Message for the High Council, Priority Omega. Arcadia has fallen. I repeat, Arcadia has fallen.
WARRIOR: Soldier, I'm going to need your gun.
DALEKS: Exterminate! Exterminate. Exterminate!
GALLIFREYAN: Please. Please, just don't.
DALEK: Alert! Alert! The Doctor is detected.
DALEKS: The Doctor is surrounded!
ALEK: Inform High Command we have the Doctor. Seek, locate, destroy.
DALEKS: Seek, locate, destroy. Seek
(A Tardis smashes through, bashing the Daleks to pieces.)
DALEK: The Doctor is escaping. What are these words? Explain. Explain.
ANDROGAR: The High Council is in an emergency session. They have plans of their own.
GENERAL: To hell with the High Council. Their plans have already failed. Gallifrey's still in the line of fire. So, they were there then?
ANDROGAR: He left a message, a written warning for the Daleks. they're both fools.
GENERAL: No, he's a madman and so is his ally.
ANDROGAR: As you can see, sir, all Dalek fleets surrounding the planet now converging on the capital, but the Sky Trenches are holding.
GENERAL: Where did they go next?
ANDROGAR: What does it matter? This is their biggest ever attack, sir. They're throwing everything at us
TIME LADY: Sir, we have a security breach to the Time Vaults.
GENERAL: The Omega Arsenal, where all the forbidden weapons are locked away.
ANDROGAR: They're not forbidden any more. We've used them all against the Daleks.
GENERAL: No. No we haven't.
GENERAL: The Moment is gone.
ANDROGAR: I don't understand. What is the Moment? I've never heard of it.
GENERAL: The galaxy eater. The final work of the ancients of Gallifrey. A weapon so powerful, the operating system became sentient. According to legend, it developed a conscience.
ANDROGAR: And we've never used it.
GENERAL: How do you use a weapon of ultimate mass destruction when it can stand in judgment on you? There are only two men who would even try.
WARRIOR 1: Time Lords of Gallifrey, Daleks of Skaro, we serve notice on you all. Too long we've stayed in our hands. No more. Today you leave us no choice. Today, this war will end. No more. No more.
WARRIOR 2: How, how do you work? Why is there never a big red button?
WARRIOR 1: Hello? Is somebody there?
MOMENT: It's nothing.
MOMENT: It's just a wolf.
WARRIOR 1: Don't sit on that!
MOMENT: Why not?
WARRIOR 2: Because it's not a chair, it's the most dangerous weapon in the universe.
MOMENT: Why can't it be both? Why did you two park so far away? Didn't you both want her to see it?
WARRIOR 1: Want who to see?
MOMENT: The Tardis. You walked for miles, and miles and miles and miles and miles.
WARRIOR 2: We were thinking
MOMENT: I heard you.
WARRIOR 1: You heard us?
MOMENT: No more. No more.
WARRIOR 2: No more.
MOMENT: No more. No more
WARRIOR 1: Stop it.
MOMENT: No more.
WARRIOR 2: Who are you?
WARRIOR 1: It's activating. Get out of here.
WARRIOR 2: Ow!
MOMENT: What's wrong?
WARRIOR 2: The interface is hot.
MOMENT: Well, I'll do my best.
WARRIOR 1: There's a power source inside.
WARRIOR 2:You're the interface?
MOMENT: They must have told you both the Moment had a conscience. Hello! Oh, look at you. Stuck between a girl and a box. Story of your life, eh, Doctor?
MOMENT:Assistant?
WARRIOR 1: You know us?
MOMENT: I hear you. All of you, jangling around in that dusty old head of yours. I chose this face and form especially for you. It's from your past. Or possibly your future. I always get those two mixed up.
WARRIOR 2: We don't have a future.
MOMENT: I think I'm called Rose Tyler. No. Yes. No, sorry, no, no, in this form, I'm called Bad Wolf. Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, Doctor?
MOMENT: Assistant?
WARRIOR 1: Stop calling me Doctor.
WARRIOR 2: Also quit it with my dead name too
MOMENT: That's both your names in both of your heads.
WARRIOR 1: It shouldn't be. I've been fighting this war for a long time. I've lost the right to be the Doctor.
WARRIOR 2:So have I
MOMENT: Then both of you are the ones to save us all.
WARRIOR 1: Yes.
MOMENT: If I ever develop an ego, you've got the job.
WARRIOR 1: If you have been inside our heads, then you know what we've seen.
WARRIOR 2:The suffering. Every moment in time and space is burning. It must end, and we intend to end it the only way we can.
MOMENT: And you're going to use me to end it by killing them all, Daleks and Time Lords alike. I could, but there will be consequences for you.
WARRIOR 1: I have no desire to survive this.
WARRIOR 2: Neither do I.
MOMENT: Then that's your punishment. If you do this, if you kill them all, then that's the consequence. You live. Gallifrey. You're going to burn it, and all those Daleks with it, but all those children too. How many children on Gallifrey right now?
WARRIOR 1: We don't know.
MOMENT: One day you will count them. One terrible night. Do you want to see what that will turn you both into? Come on, aren't one of you curious?
MOMENT: I'm opening windows on your future. A tangle in time through the days to come, to the men today will make of the two of you.
MOMENT: Okay, I wasn't expecting that.
CLARA: But the Time War's over. Why have you brought us here to look at a painting?
KATE: The painting only serves as Elizabeth's credentials, proof that the letter is from her. It's not why you're here.
ELIZABETH [OC]: My dearest love, I hope the painting known as Gallifrey Falls will serve as proof that it is your Elizabeth who writes to you now. You will recall that you pledged yourself to the safety of my kingdom. In this capacity I have appointed you as curator of the Under Gallery, where deadly danger to England is locked away. Should any disturbance occur within its walls, it is my wish that you be summoned. Godspeed, gently husband.
DOCTOR: What happened?
KATE: Easier to show you.
MCGILLOP: McGillop. But that's not possible. I was just. Understood, sir. But why would I take it there?
CLARA: Elizabeth the First. You knew her, then?
DOCTOR: A long time ago.
ASSISTANT:Oh wow I forgot about that
DOCTOR 10: Allons-y! There you go, your Majesty, what did I tell you? Bigger on the inside.
ELIZABETH: The door isn't. You nearly took my head off. It's normally me who does that.
ELIZABETH: Tell me, Doctor, why I'm wasting my time on you. I have wars to plan.
DOCTOR 10: You have a picnic to eat.
ELIZABETH: You could help me.
DOCTOR 10: Well, I'm helping you eat the picnic.
ELIZABETH: But you have a stomach for war. This face has seen conflict, it's as clear as day.
DOCTOR 10: Oh, I've seen conflict like you wouldn't believe. But it wasn't this face. But never mind that, your Majesty. Up on your feet. Up, up.
ELIZABETH: How dare you? I'm the Queen of England.
DOCTOR 10: I'm not English. Elizabeth, will you marry me?
ELIZABETH: Oh, my dear sweet love. Of course I will.
DOCTOR 10: Ah, gotcha!
ELIZABETH: My love?
DOCTOR 10: One, the real Elizabeth would never have accepted my marriage proposal.
ASSISTANT 10: Two, the real Elizabeth would notice when he just casually mentioned having a different face.
DOCTOR 10:But then the real Elizabeth isn't a shape-shifting alien from outer space. And
ASSISTANT 10: Ding.
ELIZABETH: What's that?
DOCTOR 10: It's a machine that goes ding. Made it myself. Lights up in the presence of shape-shifter DNA. Ooo. Also it can microwave frozen dinners from up to twenty feet and download comics from the future.
ASSISTANT 10: He never knows when to stop.
ELIZABETH: My love, I do not understand.
DOCTOR 10: I'm not your love, and yes you do. You're a Zygon.
ELIZABETH: A Zygon?
ASSISTANT 10: Oh, stop it. It's over.
DOCTOR 10:A Zygon, yes. Big red rubbery thing covered in suckers. Surprisingly good kisser. Think the real Queen of England would just decide to share her throne with any old handsome bloke in a tight suit, just cos he's got amazing hair and a nice horse? Oh.
DOCTOR 10: It was the horse. I'm going to be King. Run!
ELIZABETH: What's happening?
ASSISTANT: We're being attacked by a shape-shifting alien from outer space, formerly disguised as his horse.
ELIZABETH: What does that mean?
DOCTOR 10: It means we're going to need a new horse.
ELIZABETH: Where's it going?
DOCTOR 10: I'll hold it off. You run. Your people need you.
ELIZABETH: And I need you alive for our wedding day.
DOCTOR 10: Oh, good work, Doctor.
ASSISTANT Nice one. The Virgin Queen? So much for history.
DOCTOR 10: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, very clever.
DOCTOR 10: Whatever you've got planned, forget it. I'm the Doctor and he's the Assistant. We're nine hundred and four years old. Were from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. We are the Oncoming Storms, the Bringers of Darkness, and you are basically just a rabbit, aren't you? Okay, carry on. Just a general warning.
ELIZABETH [OC]: Doctor!
DOCTOR 10: Elizabeth!
ELIZABETH: That thing. Explain what it is. What does it want of us?
ASSISTANT 10: That's what we're trying to find out. Probably just your planet.
ELIZABETH 2: Doctor. Step away from her, Doctor. That's not me. That's the creature.
ELIZABETH: How is that possible? She's me. Doctor, she's me!
ELIZABETH 2: I am indeed me. A compliment that cannot be extended to yourself.
ELIZABETH: Extraordinary. The creature has captured my exact likeness. This is exceptional.
ELIZABETH 2: Exceptional? A Queen would call it impertinent.
ELIZABETH: A Queen would feel compelled to admire the skill of the execution, before arranging one.
ASSISTANT 10: It's not working.
ELIZABETH: One might surmise that the creature would learn quickly to protect itself from any simple means of detection.
ELIZABETH 2: Clearly you understand the creature better than I. But then, you have the advantage.
DOCTOR 10: Back, both of you, now! That's a time fissure. A tear in the fabric of reality. Anything could happen.
ASSISTANT 10: For instance, a fez.
KATE:This way.
KATE: Welcome to the Under Gallery. This is where Elizabeth the First kept all art deemed too dangerous for public consumption.
DOCTOR: Stone dust.
KATE: Is it important?
ASSISTANT: In twelve hundred years We've never stepped in anything that wasn't.
DOCTOR: Oi, you. Are you sciency?
OSGOOD: Oh, er, well, er, yes.
DOCTOR: Got a name?
OSGOOD: Yes.
DOCTOR: Good. I've always wanted to meet someone called Yes.
ASSISTANT:Now, I want this stone dust analysed. And I want a report in triplicate, with lots of graphs and diagrams and complicated sums on our desks, tomorrow morning, ASAP, pronto, L O L. See? Job. Do we have desks?
KATE: No.
DOCTOR: And we both want a desk.
KATE: Get a team. Analyse the stone dust. Inhaler!
CLARA: Someday, you could just walk past a fez.
DOCTOR: Never gonna happen.
SCIENTIST: As you instructed, nothing has been touched.
KATE: This is why we called you both in.
CLARA: 3D again.
DOCTOR: Interesting.
CLARA: The broken glass?
ASSISTANT: No, where it's broken from. Look at the shatter pattern. The glass on all these paintings has been broken from the inside.
KATE: As you can see, all the paintings are landscapes. No figures of any kind.
DOCTOR: So?
KATE: There used to be.
CLARA: Something's got out the paintings.
ASSISTANT: Lots of somethings. Dangerous.
KATE: This whole place has been searched. There's nothing here that shouldn't be, and nothing's got out.
DOCTOR: Oh no, not now.
CLARA: Doctor, Assistant, what is it?
DOCTOR: No, not now. we're busy.
KATE: Is it to do with the paintings?
ASSISTANT: No, no. This is different. We remember this. Almost remember. Oh, of course. This is where we come in.
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT: Geronimo!
CLARA: Doctor! Assistant!
KATE: Wait!
DOCTOR: Oof!
ASSISTANT:Ouch!
ELIZABETH: Who are these men?
DOCTOR 10: That's just what we were wondering.
DOCTOR: Oh, that is skinny. That is proper skinny. I've never seen it from the outside. It's like a special effect. Oi!
ASSISTANT:Huh never would've thought of this
DOCTOR: Ha! Matchstick man.
DOCTOR 10: You're not.
ASSISTANT 10: You can't be
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT 10: Compensating.
DOCTOR: For what?
ASSISTANT:Wow
DOCTOR 10: Regeneration. It's a lottery.
DOCTOR: Oh, he's cool. Isn't he cool? I'm the Doctor and I'm all cool. Oops, I'm wearing sandshoes.
ASSISTANT:I can't believe I ever wore a turtleneck
DOCTOR 10: What are you two doing here? We're busy.
DOCTOR: Oh, busy. I see. Is that what we're calling it, eh? Eh?
DOCTOR: Hello, ladies.
DOCTOR 10: Don't start.
DOCTOR: Listen, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business.
DOCTOR 10: One of them is a Zygon.
DOCTOR: Urgh. I'm not judging you.
(The time fissure reappears. They both put on their glasses, then notice each other.)
BOTH: Oh, lovely.
(Both Assistants look at them)
ASSISTANT 11 and 10:Really
DOCTOR: Your Majesties. Probably a good time to run.
ELIZABETHS: But what about the creature?
DOCTOR 10: Elizabeth, whichever one of you is the real one, turn and run in the opposite direction to the other one.
ELIZABETHS: Of course, my love.
ELIZABETH: Stay alive, my love. I am not done with you yet.
DOCTOR 10: Thanks. Lovely.
ELIZABETH 2: I understand. Live for me, my darling. We shall be together again.
(Another kiss and run.)
DOCTOR 10: Well, won't that be nice?
ASSISTANT 10: One of those was a Zygon.
DOCTOR 10: Yeah.
DOCTOR: Big red rubbery thing covered in suckers.
DOCTOR 10: Yeah.
ASSISTANT: Venom sacs in the tongue.
DOCTOR 10: Yeah, I'm getting the point, thank you.
DOCTOR: Nice.
CLARA [OC]: Doctor, is that you? Is Assistant there too?
ASSISTANT:I"m here
DOCTOR: Ah, hello, Clara. Can you hear us?
CLARA: Yeah, it's me. We can hear you. Where are you?
ASSISTANT: Where are we?
ASSISTANT 10: England, 1562.
CLARA: Who are you talking to?
ASSISTANTS: Theirselves.
KATE: Can you come back through?
DOCTOR: Physical passage may not be possible in both directions. It's. Ah! Hang on. Fez incoming!
CLARA: Nothing here.
DOCTOR 10: So where did it go?
CLARA [OC]:Who's he talking to?
KATE [OC]:He said himself.
KATE: Keep them talking.
KATE: Malcolm? Malcolm, I need you to send me one of my father's incident files. Codenamed Cromer. 70s or 80s depending on the dating protocol.
DOCTOR 10: Okay, you used to be me, you've done all this before. What happens next?
DOCTOR: I don't remember.
DOCTOR 10: How can you forget this?
DOCTOR: Hey, hang on. It's not my fault.
ASSISTANT You're obviously not paying enough attention. Reverse the polarity!
(All aim their sonic screwdrivers at the fissure.)
DOCTOR: It's not working.
DOCTOR 10: We're all reversing the polarity.
ASSISTANT: Yes, I know that.
ASSISTANT 10: There's four of us. We're reversing it, you both are reversing it back again. We're confusing the polarity.
(The Warriors drop through the time fissure.)
WARRIOR: Anyone lose a fez?
DOCTOR 10: You. How can you be here?
ASSISTANT 10 More to the point, why are you here?
WARRIOR 2 : Good afternoon. we're looking for the Doctor and the Assistant.
DOCTOR 10: Well, you've certainly come to the right place.
WARRIOR 1: Good. Right. Well, who are you boys? Oh, of course. Are you their companions?
DOCTOR: Their companions?
WARRIOR 2: They get younger all the time. Well, if you could point us in the general direction of them?
(All demonstrate their sonic screwdrivers.)
WARRIOR 1: Really?
DOCTOR: Yeah.
DOCTOR 10: Really.
WARRIOR 2: You're us? Both of you?
ASSISTANT 10: Yep.
WARRIOR 2: Even that one?
ASSISTANT: Yes!
WARRIOR 1: You're our future selves?
ALL: Yes!
WARRIOR 2: Are we having a midlife crisis?
WARRIOR 1: Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that? They're scientific instruments, not water pistols.
WARRIOR 2:Look like you've seen a ghost.
DOCTOR 10: Still, loving the posh gravelly thing. It's very convincing.
DOCTOR: Brave words, Dick van Dyke
(A troop of soldiers run up, lead by a nobleman.)
BENTHAM: Encircle them. Which of you is the Doctor? The Queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor's head.
WARRIOR 1: Well, this has all the makings of your lucky day
CLARA:I think there's six of them now.
KATE [OC]: There's a precedent for that.
BENTHAM: What is that?
WARRIOR 2 : Oh, the pointing again. They're screwdrivers! What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?
BENTHAM: That thing, what witchcraft is it?
DOCTOR: Ah, yes. Now that you mention it, that is witchcraft. Yes, yes, yes. Witchy witchcraft. Hello? Hello in there. Excuse me. Hello!
DOCTOR [OC]: Am I talking to the wicked witch of the well?
KATE: He means you.
CLARA: Why am I the witch?
DOCTOR [OC]: Clara?
CLARA: Hello?
DOCTOR: Clara, hi, hello. Hello. Would you mind telling these prattling mortals to get themselves begone?
CLARA: What he said.
ASSISTANT: Yes, tiny bit more colour.
CLARA: Right. Prattling mortals, off you pop, or I'll turn you all into frogs.
DOCTOR: Ooo, frogs Nice. You heard her.
CLARA: Doctor, what's going on?
DOCTOR: It's a timey-wimey thing.
WARRIOR 1: Timey what? Timey-wimey?
DOCTOR 10: I've no idea where he picks that stuff up.
(Enter an Elizabeth. The soldiers fall to their knee.)
SOLDIERS: The Queen. The Queen.
ELIZABETH: You don't seem to be kneeling. How tremendously brave of you.
ASSISTANT 10: Which one are you? What happened to the other one?
ELIZABETH: Indisposed. Long live the Queen.
SOLDIERS: Long live the Queen.
ELIZABETH: Arrest these men. Take them to the Tower.
DOCTOR 10: That is not the Queen of England, that's an alien duplicate.
DOCTOR: And you can take it from him, cos he's really checked.
DOCTOR 10: Oh, shut up.
ASSISTANT: Venom sacs in the tongue.
DOCTOR 10: Seriously, stop it.
DOCTOR: No, hang on. The Tower.
DOCTOR [OC]: Did you say the Tower? Ah, yes, brilliant. Love the Tower.
DOCTOR: Breakfast at eight, please. Will there be Wi-Fi?
WARRIOR 2: Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?
DOCTOR: Yes. No. we demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately with ou co-conspirators Sandshoes, Granddads, and turtleneck
WARRIOR 1 and 2 : Granddads?
DOCTOR 10: They're not sandshoes.
WARRIOR 1: Yes, they are.
ASSISTANT 10 and 11:Wow
ELIZABETH: Silence. The Tower is not to be taken lightly.
ELIZABETH [OC]: Very few emerge again.
KATE: Dear God, that man's clever. Come on.
CLARA: Where are we going?
KATE: My office, otherwise known as the Tower of London.
WARDER 1: Come on, you lot, get in there.
WARRIOR 2: Ow.
(The warder leaves, shutting the door behind him. The Doctor finds a piece of metal bar and starts scratching on a stone pillar.)
DOCTOR: six of us in one cell? That's going to cause some nasty anomalies if we don't get out soon.
DOCTOR 10: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: Getting us out.
(The Warriors are using their sonic screwdrivers on the wooden door.)
ASSISTANT 10: The sonic won't work on that, it's too primitive.
ASSISTANT: Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape?
DOCTOR 10: Okay, so the Queen of England is now a Zygon. But never mind that. Why are we all together?
ASSISTANT 10:Why are we all here?
DOCTOR 10 Well, me and Chinny, we were surprised, but you two came looking for us. You both knew it was going to happen. Who told you
(Moment Rose is holding a finger to her lips.)
DOCTOR: Oi, Chinny?
DOCTOR 10: Yeah, you do have a chin.
(The stone dust is being analysed.)
OSGOOD: Marble, granite. A lot of different stone, but none of it from the fabric of the building. It's like somebody smashed up a lot of old statues. Are there any missing?
MCGILLOP: Don't think so. Why would anyone do that, anyway? I mean, I know we're meant to keep an open mind, but are we supposed to believe in creatures that can hide in oil paintings and have some sort of a grudge against statues? You all right?
(Osgood uses her inhaler.)
OSGOOD: We have to go, right now, this minute.
MCGILLOP: What's wrong?
OSGOOD: The things from the paintings. I know why they smashed the statues.
MCGILLOP: Why?
OSGOOD: Because they needed somewhere to hide.
(The nearby statues raise their dust sheets Zygons! They attack McGillop first, and Osgood runs.)
(Osgood gets into the National Gallery and shuts the door, but a Zygon smashes through the painting of Elizabeth and the tenth Doctor. She gets into the open lift but it will not move, so she slumps in the far corner.)
OSGOOD: The Doctor will save me. The Doctor will save me. The Doctor will save me. The Doctor will save me. The Doctor will save me.
(The Zygon transforms.)
OSGOOD-Z: Excuse me. I'm going to need my inhaler. I so hate it when I get one with a defect. Ooo, you've got some perfectly horrible memories in here, haven't you? So jealous of your pretty sister. I don't blame you. I wish I'd copied her.
OSGOOD: So do I!
(The Zygon is standing on the end of Osgood's scarf, so she gives it a sharp tug and down goes her duplicate, allowing her to escape.)
OSGOOD-Z: Oh, for goodness sake.
KATE: The Doctor will be trying to send us a message We're looking for a string of numerals from around 1550, approximately. Priority One. I'm going to need access to the Black Archive.
KATE: The Black Archive. Highest security rating on the planet. The entire staff have their memories wiped at the end of every shift. Automated memory filters in the ceiling. Access, please.
ATKINS: Ma'am.
(Kate hands him her key.)
KATE: Atkins, isn't it?
ATKINS: Yes, ma'am. First day here.
KATE: (sotto) Been here ten years.
CLARA: Lock and key? Bit basic, isn't it?
KATE: Can't afford electronic security down here. Got to keep the Doctor out. The whole of the Tower is Tardis-proofed. He really wouldn't approve of the collection.
CLARA: But you let me in.
KATE: You have a top level security rating from your last visit.
CLARA: Sorry, my what?
KATE: Apologies. We have to screen all his known associates. We can't have information about the Doctor and the Tardis falling into the wrong hands. The consequences could be disastrous.
CLARA: What is that?
KATE: Time travel. A vortex manipulator bequeathed to the UNIT archive by Captain Jack Harkness on the occasion of his death. Well, one of them. No one can know we have this, not even our allies.
CLARA: Why not?
KATE: Think about it. Americans with the ability to rewrite history? You've seen their movies.
CLARA: Okay, so this is how we're going to rescue the Doctor and the Assistant.
KATE: I'm not sure there's enough power for a two-way trip. In any event, we don't have the activation code. The Doctor knows we have this, so he's always kept the code from us. Let's hope he changes his mind.
(Her phone rings.)
KATE: Yes? Well, if you've found it, photograph it and send it to my phone.
(Clara spots Osgood and McGillop.)
CLARA: Er, Kate? Should they be here? Why have they followed us?
KATE: Oh, they've probably just finished disposing of the humans a bit early.
CLARA: The humans?
KATE: Dear me. I really do get into character, don't I?
Kate spits some venom at Clara, then transforms into a Zygon.)
OSGOOD-Z: The Under Gallery is secured.
(The numbers on the photograph on Kate's phone include 231163. Clara grabs the vortex manipulator, puts it on and copies them into it.)
ZYGON: Prepare to dispose of one more human. We have acquired the device.
CLARA: Activation code, right?
(She disappears.)
(The Doctor is still scratching his message.)
WARRIOR 1: In theory, I can trigger an isolated sonic shift among the molecules, and the door should disintegrate.
DOCTOR 10: We'd have to calculate the exact harmonic resonance of the entire structure down to a sub-atomic level. Even the sonic would take years.
WARRIOR 2: No, no, the sonic would take centuries. Oh, we might as well get started. Help to pass the timey-wimey. Do you have to talk like children? What is it that makes you so ashamed of being a grown up? Oh, the way you both look at me. What is that? I'm trying to think of a better word than dread.
ASSISTANT 10: It must be really recent for you.
WARRIOR 2: Recent?
DOCTOR: The Time War. The last day. The day you killed them all.
DOCTOR 10: The day we killed them all.
DOCTOR: Same thing.
MOMENT: It's history for them. All decided. They think their future is real. They don't know it's still up to you two.
WARRIOR 1: I don't talk about it.
DOCTOR 10: You're not talking about it. There's no one else here.
MOMENT: Go on, ask them. Ask them what you need to know.
WARRIOR 2: Did you ever count?
ASSISTANT: Count what?
WARRIOR 1: How many children there were on Gallifrey that day.
(The Doctor stops his scratching.)
DOCTOR: I have absolutely no idea.
WARRIOR 2: How old are you now?
(Looks at the assistant)
ASSISTANT: Ah, I don't know. I lose track. Twelve hundred and something, I think, unless I'm lying. I can't remember if I'm lying about my age, that's how old I am.
WARRIOR 2: Four hundred years older than me, and in all that time you've never even wondered how many there were?
WARRIOR 1 You never once counted?
DOCTOR: Tell me, what would be the point?
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT 10: Two point four seven billion.
WARRIOR 2: You did count!
DOCTOR 10: You forgot? Four hundred years, is that all it takes?
ASSISTANT: We've moved on.
DOCTOR 10: Where? Where can you be now that you can forget something like that?
DOCTOR: Spoilers.
DOCTOR 10: No. No, no, no. For once we would like to know where we're going.
ASSISTANT: No, you really wouldn't.
ASSISTANT 10:*Humph*
WARRIOR 1: We don't know who you are, either of you.
WARRIOR 2: We haven't got the faintest idea.
MOMENT: They're you. They're what you become if you two destroy Gallifrey. The men who regret and the men who forget. The moment is coming. The Moment is me. You both have to decide.
WARRIORs 1 and 2: No.
DOCTOR 10: No?
WARRIOR 2: Just, no.
(The Doctor and assistant laughs.)
DOCTOR 10: Is something funny?
ASSISTANT 10: Did we miss a funny thing?
DOCTOR: Sorry. It just occured to us. This is what we're ike when either of us are alone.
MOMENT: It's the same screwdriver. Same software, different case.
WARRIOR 1: Four hundred years.
DOCTOR 10: I'm sorry?
WARRIOR 2: At a software level, they're all the same device, aren't they. Same software, different case.
DOCTOR 10: Yeah.
DOCTOR: So.
WARRIOR 2: So, it would take centuries for the screwdriver to calculate how to disintegrate the door. Scanning the door, implanting the calculation as a permanent subroutine in the software architecture and,
WARRIOR 1 : If you really are us, with your sandshoes or turtleneck and your dickie bows, and that screwdriver is still ours, that calculation is still going on.
ASSISTANT 10: Yeah, still going.
ASSISTANT: Calculation complete.
MOMENT: Same software, different faces.
DOCTOR: Hey, four hundred years in four seconds. We may have had our differences, which is frankly odd in the circumstances, but, I tell you what, boys. We are incredibly clever.
(Clara opens the door and nearly falls in.)
DOCTOR: How did you do that?
CLARA: It wasn't locked.
ASSISTANT: Right.
CLARA: So they're both you, then, yeah?
DOCTOR: Yes. You've met them before. Don't you remember?
CLARA: A bit. Nice suit.
DOCTOR 10: Thanks.
ASSISTANT 10:Who is she? (whispers to his 11th self)
ASSISTANT: That's Clara (He whispers back)
CLARA: Hang on. six of you in one cell, and none of you thought to try the door?
WARRIOR 1: It should have been locked.
DOCTOR: Yes. Exactly. Why wasn't it locked?
ELIZABETH: Because I was fascinated to see what you would do upon escaping. I understand you're rather fond of this world. It's time I think you saw what's going to happen to it.
(The real Osgood hears moaning from beneath a dust sheet, and notices a shoe sticking out from underneath. She pulls it off to reveal another sheet of red suckers covering a human.)
OSGOOD: Kate? Oh goodness, you're not actually dead. Oh, that's tremendous news. Those creatures, they turn themselves into copies. And they need to keep the original alive, refresh the image so to speak.
KATE: Where, where did they go?
OSGOOD: I don't know. Oh, hang on, yes, I do. The Tower.
KATE: If those creatures have got access to the Black Archive, we may just have lost control of the planet
(Another part of the Tower dungeons.)
ELIZABETH: The Zygons lost their own world. It burnt in the first days of the Time War. A new home is required.
CLARA: So they want this one.
ELIZABETH: Not yet. It's far too primitive. Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort.
ZYGON: Commander, why are these creatures here?
ELIZABETH: Because I say they should be. It is time you too were translated. Observe this. I believe you will find it fascinating.
(The Zygon puts his hand on a glass cube with dents in the corners, then vanishes. The 3D landscape painting from the Under Gallery is nearby.)
CLARA: That's him! That's the Zygon in the picture now.
WARRIOR 2: It's not a picture, it's a stasis cube.
WARRIOR 1: Time Lord art. Frozen instantsin time, bigger on the inside, but could be deployed as
DOCTOR 10: Suspended animation. Oh, that's very good.
ASSISTANT 10: The Zygons all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries till the planet's a bit more interesting, and then out they come.
DOCTOR: You see, Clara, they're stored in the paintings in the Under Gallery, like cup-a-soups. Except you add time, if you can picture that.
ASSISTANT: Nobody could picture that.
DOCTOR:Forget I said cup-a-soups.
CLARA: And now the world is worth conquering. So the Zygons are invading the future from the past.
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT: Exactly.
DOCTOR 10: And do you know why I know that you're a fake? Because you're such a bad copy. It's not just the smell, or the unconvincing hair, or the atrocious teeth, or the eyes just a bit too close together, or the breath that could stun a horse. It's because my Elizabeth, the real Elizabeth, would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan. Honestly, why would you do that?
ELIZABETH: Because it's not my plan. And I am the real Elizabeth.
DOCTOR 10: Okay. So, backtracking a moment just to lend context to my earlier remarks.
ASSISTANT 10:Nice going
ELIZABETH: My twin is dead in the forest. I am accustomed to taking precautions.
(She produces a dagger from the garter beneath her skirts.)
ELIZABETH: These Zygon creatures never even considered that it was me who survived rather than their own commander. The arrogance that typifies their kind.
CLARA: Zygons?
ELIZABETH: Men.
CLARA: And you actually killed one of them?
ELIZABETH: I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but at the time, so did the Zygon. The future of my kingdom is imperilled. Doctor, can I rely on your service?
DOCTOR 10: Well, I'm going to need my Tardis.
ELIZABETH: It has been procured already.
DOCTOR 10: Ah.
ELIZABETH: But first, my love, you have a promise to keep.
CLERGYMAN: I now pronounce you man and wife.
CLARA: Woo hoo!
CLERGYMAN: You may kiss the bride.
(Elizabeth does the enthusiastic kissing.)
WARRIOR 1: Is there a lot of this in the future?
DOCTOR: It does start to happen, yeah.
ELIZABETH: Godspeed, my love.
DOCTOR 10: I will be right back.
(He runs into the Tardis and starts cranking her up.)
DOCTOR: Right then, back to the future.
WARRIOR 2: You've let this place go a bit.
DOCTOR: Ah, it's his grunge phase. He grows out of it.
DOCTOR 10: Don't you listen to them.
(An alarm sounds. The tenth Doctor gets an electric shock.)
DOCTOR 10: Ow! The desktop is glitching.
WARRIOR 2: six of us from different time zones. It's trying to compensate.
DOCTOR: Hey, look. The round things.
DOCTOR 10: I love the round things.
DOCTOR: What are the round things?
DOCTOR 10: No idea.
ASSISTANT 10:Why do we care about the round things
ASSISTANT:*Shrugs*
DOCTOR: Oh dear, the friction contrafibulator. Ha! There, stabilised.
(The desktop changes again.)
DOCTOR 10: Oh, you've redecorated.
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT 10:I don't like it.
DOCTOR: Oh. Oh yeah? Oh, you never do. Listen, we're going to the National Gallery. The Zygons are underneath it.
CLARA: No, UNIT HQ. They followed us there in the Black Archive.
(She gets six stares.)
CLARA: Okay, so you've heard of that, then.
MCGILLOP-Z: The equipment here is phenomenal. The humans don't realise what half this stuff does. We could conquer their world in a day.
ZYGON: We were fortunate, then, in our choice of duplicate.
MCGILLOP-Z: If I were human, I'd say it was Christmas.
(Humans Kate and Osgood enter.)
KATE: No, I'm afraid you wouldn't. We're not armed. You may relax.
ZYGON: We are armed. You may not.
KATE: Lock the door. I'm afraid we can't be interrupted. You don't mind if I get comfortable?
ZYGON: You don't mind if I do?
(The Zygon transforms into Kate, and sits down opposite her at the table.)
KATE: You'll realise there are protocols protecting this place. Osgood?
OSGOOD: In the event of any alien incursion, the contents of this room are deemed so dangerous, it will self-destruct in
KATE: Five minutes.
(The alarm sounds and the countdown starts.)
KATE: There's a nuclear warhead twenty feet beneath us. Are you sitting comfortably?
KATE-Z: You would destroy London?
KATE: To save the world, yes, I would.
KATE-Z: You're bluffing.
KATE: You really think so? Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart. I am his daughter.
DOCTOR [OC]: Science leads, Kate. Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?
KATE: Doctor?
ASSISTANT [OC]: Space-Time Telegraph, Kate. A gift from me to your father, hotline straight to the Tardis.
DOCTOR: We know about the Black Archive and we know about the security protocol. Kate, please. Please tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid.
KATE [OC]: I'm sorry, Doctor, Assistant. Switch it off.
DOCTOR 10: Not as sorry as you will be. This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with.
DOCTOR: Kate, we're trying to bring the Tardis in. Why can't we land?
KATE [OC]: I said, switch it off.
ASSISTANT: No, Kate, please. Just listen to us!
DOCTOR 10: The Tower of London, totally Tardis-proof.
CLARA: How can they do that?
DOCTOR: Alien technology plus human stupidity. Trust us, it's unbeatable.
(A stasis cube is on the console.)
WARRIOR 1 and 2 : We don't need to land.
DOCTOR 10: Yeah, we do. A tiny bit. Try and keep up.
WARRIOR 1: No, we don't. We don't. There is another way. Cup-a-soup.
WARRIOR 2:What is cup-a-soup?
(Back we go to an earlier scene.)
DOCTOR: What happened?
KATE: Easier to show you.
(The Doctor, Assistant, Kate and Clara leave. McGillop answers his phone.)
MCGILLOP: McGillop.
DOCTOR: Take a look at your phone and confirm who you're talking to.
MCGILLOP: But that's not possible. I was just
DOCTOR: You were just talking to me. I know. I'm a time traveller, figure it out. I need you to send the Gallifrey Falls painting to the Black Archive. Understood?
MCGILLOP: Understood, sir. But why would I take it there?
(2:59 and counting.)
KATE-Z: One word from you would cancel the countdown.
KATE: Quite so.
KATE-Z: It's keyed to your voiceprint.
KATE: And mine alone.
KATE-Z: Cancel the detonation!
KATE: Countermanded.
KATE-Z: Cancel the detonation.
KATE: Countermanded.
KATE-Z: We only have to agree to live.
KATE: Sadly, we can only agree to die.
OSGOOD: Please, Doctor. Please, Assistant. Please save us. Please save us. Please save us.
(Time begins to move inside the 3D painting, which contains six extra figures by the image of exploding Daleks.)
DALEKS: Exterminate!
(Six sonic screwdrivers send the unhappy pepperpots crashing out of the painting and into)
(Followed by six of the same Time Lord. The Daleks expire.)
WARRIOR 1 and 2 : Hello.
DOCTOR 10: I'm the Doctor.
DOCTOR: Sorry about the Daleka.
CLARA: Also the showing off.
DOCTOR: Kate Lethbridge Stewart, what in the name of sanity are you doing?
KATE: The countdown can only be halted at my personal command. There's nothing you can do.
DOCTOR 10: Except make you both agree to halt it.
KATE: Not even six of you.
WARRIOR 1: You're about to murder millions of people.
KATE: To save billions. How many times have you made that calculation?
(1:36)
DOCTOR: Once. Turned us into the men we are now.
ASSISTANT:We're not even sure who that is any more.
DOCTOR 10: You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie.
ASSISTANT 10: Because what we did that day was wrong. Just wrong.
(The Warriors turn to look at the Moment.)
DOCTOR: And, because we got it wrong, We're going to make you get it right.
KATE: How?
DOCTOR 10: Any second now, you're going to stop that countdown. Both of you, together.
DOCTOR: Then you're going to negotiate the most perfect treaty of all time.
ASSISTANT 10: Safeguards all round, completely fair on both sides.
ASSISTANT: And the key to perfect negotiation?
DOCTOR 10: Not knowing what side you're on.
DOCTOR: So, for the next few hours, until we decide to let you out
DOCTOR 10: No one in this room will be able to remember if they're human
ASSISTANT 10: Or Zygon.
ASSISTANT: Whoops a daisy.
(He jumps on to the table. Five screwdrivers do something to the memory filter in the ceiling. The countdown reaches 7 as the humans look befuddled.)
KATES: Cancel the detonation!
(It stops at 5.)
DOCTOR: Peace in our time.
(As the Kates talk in the background.)
OSGOOD-Z: It's funny, isn't it. If I'm a Zygon, then my clothes must be Zygon, too. So, what happens if I lose a shoe or something?
(Osgood coughs, and her duplicate returns the inhaler with a shush gesture. Meanwhile, Clara explores the photo array of past companions, starting with the Doctor's granddaughter, Susan. Then she goes to the Warriors, who are sitting in the seventh Doctor's big leather chair.)
CLARA: Hello.
WARRIOR 1: Hello.
WARRIOR 2:Hi
CLARA: I'm Clara. We haven't really met yet.
WARRIOR 1: We look forward to it.
WARRIOR 2: Is there a problem?
CLARA: The Doctor, my, my Doctor, he's always talking about the day he did it. The day he wiped out the Time Lords to stop the war.
WARRIOR 1: One would.
CLARA: You wouldn't. Because you haven't done it yet. It's still in your future.
WARRIOR 2: You're very sure of yourself.
CLARA: They regrets it. I see it in their eyes every day. They'd do anything to change it.
WARRIOR 1: Including saving all these people. How many worlds have their regrets saved, do you think?
WARRIOR 2: Look over there. Humans and Zygons working together in peace. How did you know?
CLARA: Your eyes. You're so much younger.
WARRIOR 1: Then, all things considered, it's time we grew up.
WARRIOR 2:We've seen all we needed. The moment has come.
(The Moment is standing nearby, watching them.)
WARRIORs 1 and 2: We're ready.
MOMENT: I know you are.
CLARA: Who's there? Who were you talking to?
(The Warriors have vanished.)
MOMENT: You wanted a big red button.
(A red, rose-like button stands on a stalk above the Moment box.)
MOMENT: One big bang, no more Time Lords. No more Daleks. Are you two sure?
WARRIOR 1: We were sure when we came in here.
WARRIOR 2:There is no other way.
MOMENT: You've seen the men you two will become.
WARRIOR 1: Those men. Extraordinary.
WARRIOR 2:We could be worse than those men.
MOMENT: They were you.
WARRIOR 1: No. They are the Doctor.
WARRIOR 2: And the Assistant.
MOMENT: You're the Doctor, too.
MOMENT:Just as you're the Assistance.
WARRIOR 1: No. Great men are forged in fire.
WARRIOR 2:It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame, whatever the cost.
(Their hands hesitate over the button as they recall the sound of children's laughter.)
MOMENT: You two know the sound the Tardis makes? That wheezing, groaning. That sound brings hope wherever it goes.
WARRIOR 1: Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.
WARRIOR 2:*Does a small smile*
MOMENT: To anyone who hears it, Doctor. Assistant. Anyone, however, lost.
(The sound of the time rotor is heard.)
MOMENT: Even you.
(Two Tardises park themselves in the barn. Enter the Doctors and the Assistants and Clara.)
CLARA: I told you. They haven't done it yet.
WARRIOR 1: Go away now, all of you.
WARRIOR 2:This is for us.
DOCTOR 10: These events should be time-locked.
ASSISTANT 10 We shouldn't even be here.
DOCTOR: So something let us through.
ASSISTANT:What well we'll never know
MOMENT: You clever boys.
WARRIOR 1: Go back. Go back to your lives.
WARRIOR 2:Go and be the Doctor and Assistant that we could never be. Make it worthwhile.
DOCTOR 10: All those years, burying you in our memory.
DOCTOR: Pretending you didn't exist. Keeping you a secret, even from myself.
ASSISTANT 10: Pretending you weren't the Doctor or Assistant , when you two were the Doctor and Assistant more than anybody else.
DOCTOR: You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right.
ASSISTANT: But this time
DOCTOR: You don't have to do it alone.
(They put their hands on the button together.)
WARRIORS 1 and : Thank you.
DOCTOR 10: What we do today is not out of fear or hatred.
ASSISTANT 10: It is done because there is no other way.
DOCTOR: And it is done in the name of the many lives we are failing to save.
(They look at Clara, who shakes her head.)
ASSISTANT: What? What is it? What?
CLARA: Nothing.
DOCTOR: No, it's something. Tell me.
CLARA: You told me you wiped out your own people. I just. I never pictured you doing it, that's all.
MOMENT: Take a closer look.
(It suddenly goes dark.)
CLARA: What's happening?
WARRIOR 2: Nothing. It's a projection.
MOMENT: It's a reality around you.
(They are seeing Gallifrey at war.)
CLARA: These are the people you're going to burn?
DOCTOR 10: There isn't anything we can do.
DOCTOR: He's right. There isn't another way.
ASSISTANT:There never was.
ASSISTANT 10: Either we destroy our own people or let the universe burn.
CLARA: Look at you. The six of you. The warriors, the heroes, and you two.
DOCTOR: And what are we ?
CLARA: Have you really forgotten?
ASSISTANT: Yes. Maybe, yes.
CLARA: We've got enough warriors. Any old idiot can be a hero.
DOCTOR: Then what do we do?
CLARA: What you've always done. Be a doctor and his assistant. You told me the names you two chose was a promise. What was the promise?
(The fighting seems to have stopped on Gallifrey.)
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT 10: Never cruel or cowardly.
WARRIORS 1 and 2: Never give up, never give in.
(The images vanish.)
DOCTOR 10: You're not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?
DOCTOR: We change history all the time.
ASSISTANT:We;re suggesting far worse.
WARRIOR 1: What, exactly?
DOCTOR: Gentlemen, we have had four hundred years to think about this.
ASSISTANT:We've changed our minds.
(They sonicks the big red button back into the Moment box.)
WARRIOR 1: There's still a billion billion Daleks up there, attacking.
DOCTOR: Yeah, there is. There is.
DOCTOR 10: But there's something those billion billion Daleks don't know.
ASSISTANT: Because if they did, they'd probably send for reinforcements.
CLARA: What? What don't they know?
DOCTOR: This time, there's six of us.
WARRIOR 1: Oh! Oh, yes, that is good.
WARRIOR 2:That is brilliant!
DOCTOR 10: Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting that too!
ASSISTANT 10:That is brilliant!
DOCTOR: Ha, ha, ha! I've been thinking about it for centuries.
WARRIOR 1: She didn't just show us any old future, she showed us exactly the future we needed to see.
MOMENT: Now you're getting it.
ASSISTANT: Eh? Who did?
WARRIOR 1: Oh, Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you.
MOMENT: Yeah, that's going to happen.
DOCTOR 10: Sorry, did you just say Bad Wolf?
ASSISTANT 10:What!?
CLARA: So what are we doing? What's the plan?
WARRIOR 2: The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly.
DOCTOR 10: The Sky Trench is holding, but what if the whole planet just disappeared?
CLARA: Tiny bit of an ask.
ASSISTANT 10: The Daleks would be firing on each other. They'd destroy themselves in their own crossfire.
WARRIOR 1: Gallifrey would be gone, the Daleks would be destroyed, and it would look to the rest of the universe as if they'd annihilated each other.
CLARA: But where would Gallifrey be?
ASSISTANT: Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time, safe and hidden away.
DOCTOR: Exactly.
WARRIOR 2: Like a painting.
ANDROGAR: Another one.
GENERAL: Are you sure the message is from them?
ANDROGAR: Oh, yes.
GENERAL: Why would they do that?
(The message reads - Gallifrey Stands.)
GENERAL: What's those mad fools talking about now?
(Holo-monitors appear as the Doctors and Assistants introduce themselves.)
DOCTOR [on monitor]: Hello, hello, Gallifrey High Command, this is the Doctor speaking.
ASSISTANT [on monitor]:And the Assistant speaking.
DOCTOR 10 [on monitor]: Hello! Also the Doctor.
ASSISTANT 10 [on monitor]:Can you hear us?
WARRIOR 1 [on monitor]: Also the Doctor, standing ready.
WARRIOR 2 [on monitor]: Also the Assistant standing ready
GENERAL: Dear God, six of them. All my worst nightmares at once.
DOCTOR 10 [on monitor]: General, we have a plan.
ASSISTANT: We should point at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan
ASSISTANT 10 [on monitor]: And almost certainly won't work.
DOCTOR [on monitor]: I was happy with fairly terrible.
DOCTOR 10 [on monitor]: Sorry just thinking out loud
ASSISTANT: We're flying our three Tardises into your lower atmosphere.
ASSISTANT 10: We're positioned at equidistant intervals around the . So grown up.
WARRIOR 1: We're just about ready to do it.
GENERAL [OC]: Ready to do what?
DOCTOR: We're going to freeze Gallifrey.
GENERAL: I'm sorry, what?
DOCTOR 10: Using our Tardises, we're going to freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time.
WARRIOR 2 [on monitor]: You know, like those stasis cubes? A single moment in time, held in a parallel pocket universe.
ASSISTANT: Except we're going to do it to a whole planet
ASSISTANT10: And all the people on it.
GENERAL: What? Even if that were possible
GENERAL [OC]: Which it isn't, why would you do such a thing?
DOCTOR: Because the alternative is burning.
DOCTOR 10: And I've seen that.
ASSISTANT: And I never want to see it again.
GENERAL: We'd be lost in another universe, frozen in a single moment. We'd have nothing.
ASSISTANT 10: You would have hope. And right now, that is exactly what you don't have.
GENERAL: It's delusional. The calculations alone would take hundreds of years
(Each Tardis has a stasis cube on the console.)
DOCTOR: Oh, hundreds and hundreds.
DOCTOR 10: But don't worry, I started a very long time ago.
DOCTOR 1: Calling the War Council of Gallifrey. This is the Doctor.
ASSISTANT 1: And this is the Assistant
ASSISTANT: You might say we've been doing this all our lives.
DOCTOR 2 [on monitor]: Good luck
Assistant 2 [OC]:Here we go.
DOCTOR 3 [on monitor]: Standing by.
ASSISTANT 3 [OC]:Ready to go
DOCTOR 4 [on monitor]: Ready.
ASSISTANT 4 [OC]:Fantastic
DOCTOR 8 [on monitor]: Commencing calculations.
ASSISTANT 8 [OC]:Wonderful
DOCTOR 5 [on monitor]: Soon be there.
ASSISTANT 5 [OC]:Following coordinates
DOCTOR 7 [on monitor]: Across the boundaries that divide one universe from another.
ASSISTANT 7 [OC]:Wow
DOCTOR 6 [on monitor]: Just got to lock on to his coordinates.
ASSISTANT 6 [OC]:On the way
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT 9: And for our next trick
GENERAL: I didn't know when I was well off. All twelve of them!
ANDROGAR: No, sir. All thirteen!
(Two new version are show with a close up split screen)
ANDROGAR: Sir! The Daleks know that something is happening. They're increasing their fire power.
GENERAL: Do it, Doctor. Just do it.
GENERAL [OC]: Just do it.
DOCTOR: Okay. Gentlemen, we're ready.
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT:Geronimo!
DOCTOR and ASSISTANT 10:Allons-y!
WARRIOR 1: Oh, for God's sake.
WARRIORS 1 and 2:Gallifrey stands!
(Tardises rush towards the planet and surround it, then whiteout!)
(Having a cup of tea in front of Gallifrey Falls. Three Tardises are lined up by one wall. The opposite is decorated with a collection of roundels.)
WARRIOR 1: I don't suppose we'll know if we actually succeeded.
WARRIOR 2: But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong.
CLARA: Life and soul, you are.
DOCTOR 10: What is it actually called?
DOCTOR: Well, there's some debate. Either No More or Gallifrey Falls.
WARRIOR 1: Not very encouraging.
ASSISTANT 10: How did it get here?
ASSISTANT: No idea.
DOCTOR 10: There's always something we don't know, isn't there?
WARRIOR 2: One should certainly hope so. Well, gentlemen, it has been an honour and a privilege.
DOCTOR 10: Likewise.
DOCTOR: Doctor.
ASSISTANT: See ya
ASSISTANT 10: Take care
WARRIOR 1: And if I grow to be half the man that you are, Clara Oswald, I shall be happy indeed.
CLARA: That's right. Aim high.
WARRIOR 2: We won't remember this, will we?
DOCTOR: The time streams are out of sync. You can't retain it, no.
WARRIOR 1: So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it. I'll have to live with that. But for now, for this moment, I am the Doctor again. Thank you.
WARRIOR 2:Which one is ours? Ha!
(They go into the shabbiest Tardis. It dematerialises.)
(The Warriors begins to regenerate.)
WARRIOR 1: Oh yes, of course. I suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin. I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time.
WARRIOR 2:Let's hope they're as fantastic as those other lives.
DOCTOR 10: I won't remember either, so you might as well tell me.
DOCTOR: Tell you what?
ASSISTANT 10: Where it is we're going that you don't want to talk about.
ASSISTANT: We saw Trenzalore, where you're buried. You die in battle among millions.
DOCTOR 10: That's not how it's supposed to be.
DOCTOR: That's how the story ends. Nothing we can do about it. Trenzalore is where you're going.
DOCTOR 10: Oh, never say nothing. Anyway, good to know my future is in safe hands. Keep a tight hold on it, Clara.
CLARA: On it.
(He kisses her hand.)
DOCTOR 10: Trenzalore. We need a new destination, because I don't want to go.
(He gets into the next, not brightly painted, Tardis and it dematerialises.)
DOCTOR: He always says that.
CLARA: Need a moment alone with your painting?
DOCTOR: How did you know?
CLARA: Those big sad eyes.
ASSISTANT:She's gots you there
DOCTOR: Ah.
CLARA: I always know. Oh, by the way, there was an old man looking for you. I think it was the curator.
(She goes into the Tardis. The Doctor and Assistant sit and look at the painting.)
DOCTOR: I could be a curator. I'd be great at curating. I'd be the Great Curator. I could retire and do that. I could retire and be the curator of this place.
CURATOR: You know, I really think you might.
(Yes, that is the current silver haired version of the fourth Doctor you just heard. There's Tom Baker, leaning on a walking stick.)
ASSISTANT: We never forget a face.
CURATOR: I know you don't. And in years to come, you two might find yourselves revisiting a few. But just the old favourites, eh?
(The Doctor winks.)
CURATOR: You were curious about this painting, I think. I acquired it in remarkable circumstances. What do you make of the title?
DOCTOR: Which title? There's two. No More or Gallifrey Falls.
CURATOR: Oh, you see, that's where everybody's wrong. It's all one title. Gallifrey Falls No More. Now, what would you think that means, eh?
ASSISTANT: That Gallifrey didn't fall. It worked. It's still out there.
CURATOR: I'm only a humble curator. I'm sure I wouldn't know.
DOCTOR: Then where is it?
CURATOR: Where is it indeed? Lost. Shush. Perhaps. Things do get lost, you know. And now you must excuse me. Oh, you two have a lot to do.
ASSISTANT: Do we?
CURATOR: Mmm.
DOCTOR: Is that what we're supposed to do now? Go looking for Gallifrey?
CURATOR: Oh, it's entirely up to you. Your choice, eh? I can only tell you what I would do if I were you. Oh, if I were you. Oh, perhaps I was you, of course. Or perhaps you are me. Congratulations.
DOCTOR: Thank you very much.
CURATOR: Or perhaps it doesn't matter either way. Who knows, eh? Who knows?
(The Curator leaves a happy Doctor.)
DOCTOR [OC]: Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. Of course I dream, I tell her. Everybody dreams. But what do you dream about, she'll ask. The same thing everybody dreams about, I tell her. I dream about where I'm going. She always laughs at that. But you're not going anywhere, you're just wandering about.
(He walks out to join his past selves, backs to us, gazing out at the stars.)
ASSISTANT [OC]: That's not true. Not any more. We have a new destination. our journey is the same as yours, the same as anyones. It's taken us so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last we know where we're going.
(A big golden planet hangs in the sky. They stand between the 10th and 8.5 Doctors and Assistants.)
DOCTOR [OC]: Where I've always been going. Home, the long way round.(Final shot, a front view of the known Doctors and Assistant. Left to right 2, 4, 6, 8, 8.5, 11, 10, 9, 7, 5, 3 and behind them, number one)