The End of Time

NARRATOR [OC]: It is said that in the final days of planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in the celebration of a pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot, because they must. They forgot their nightmares of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one. [Street]

(Christmas time. Wilf hears an evil laugh in his head.) MASTER [OC]: Bwahahahahahaha! (The Salvation Army band is playing God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen.)

[Church]

(Wilf goes inside the nearest church, where a choir is rehearsing. He notices a strange blue rectangle in the stained glass window above the altar. A woman dressed in a white suit makes him jump.) WOMAN: They call it the Legend of the Blue Box. WILF: Oh. I've never been in here before. I'm not one for churches. Too cold. WOMAN: This was the site of a convent back in the thirteen hundreds. It's said a demon fell from the sky, then a man appeared. A man in a blue box. They called him the sainted physician. He smote the demon and then disappeared. WILF: That's a bit of a coincidence. WOMAN: It's said there's no such thing as coincidence. Who knows? Perhaps he's coming back. WILF: Oh, that would make my Christmas. (The woman has disappeared. Wilf hears the laughter again.) MASTER [OC]: Bwahahahahahaha!

[Ood Sphere]

(The Tardis materialises in the snowy landscape, and the Doctor steps out wearing a stetson and a lei. Ood Sigma is waiting for him.) DOCTOR: Ah! Now, sorry. There you are. So, where were we? I was summoned, wasn't I? An Ood in the snow, calling to me. Well, I didn't exactly come straight here. Had a bit of fun, you know. Travelled about, did this and that. Got into trouble. You know me. It was brilliant. I saw the Phosphorous Carousel of the Great Magellan Gestadt, saved a planet from the Red Carnivorous Maw, named a galaxy Alison. Got married. That was a mistake. Good Queen Bess. And let me tell you, her nickname is no longer. Ahem. Anyway, what do you want? SIGMA: You should not have delayed. DOCTOR: The last time I was here you said my song would be ending soon, and I'm in no hurry for that. SIGMA: You will come with me. DOCTOR: Hold on. Better lock the Tardis. (The Doctor points a remote key at the Tardis. The door locks and the light flashes at it beeps.) DOCTOR: See? Like a car. I locked it like a car. Like. It's funny. No? Little bit? Blimey, try to make an Ood laugh. So how old are you now, Ood Sigma? Ah. (He sees the Ood city.) DOCTOR: Magnificent. Oh, come on, that is splendid. You've achieved all this in how long? SIGMA: One hundred years. DOCTOR: Then we've got a problem. Because all of this is way too fast. Not just the city, I mean your ability to call me. Reaching all the way back to the twenty first century. Something's accelerating your species way beyond normal. SIGMA: And the Mind of the Ood is troubled. DOCTOR: Why, what's happened? SIGMA: Every night, Doctor, every night we have bad dreams.

[Ood Council]

(Sitting in a circle in an ice cave.) ELDER: Returning, returning, returning, it is slowly returning through the dark and the fire and the blood. Always returning, returning to this world. It is returning, and he is returning, and they are returning, but too late. Too late. Far too late. He has come. SIGMA: Sit with the Elder of the Ood and share the dreaming. DOCTOR: So. Right. Hallo. OOD: You will join. You will join. You will join. You will join. You will join. You will join. You will join. (The Doctor links hands with the Ood and sees the laughing face.) MASTER [OC]: Bwahahahahahaha! ELDER: He comes to us every night. I think all the peoples of the universe dream of him now. DOCTOR: That man is dead. ELDER: There is yet more. Join us. Events are taking shape. So many years ago, and yet changing the now. There is a man MASTER [OC]: Bwahahahahahaha!

[Nobles' home]

ELDER [OC]: So scared. DOCTOR: Wilfred. Is he all right?

[Ood Council]

DOCTOR: What about Donna, is she safe? ELDER: You should not have delayed, for the lines of convergence are being drawn across the Earth. Even now, the king is in his Counting house. (The Doctor is given images of a black man and his daughter being photographed.) DOCTOR: I don't know who they are. ELDER: And there is another. The most lonely of all, lost and forgotten. (A woman in a cage.) DOCTOR: The Master's wife. SIGMA: We see so much, but understand little. The woman in the cage, who is she? DOCTOR: She was. It wasn't her fault, she was. The Master, he's a Time Lord, like me. I can show you. (The Doctor shows the Ood images from Last of the Time Lords.) DOCTOR: The Master took the name of Saxon. He married a human, a woman called Lucy. And he corrupted her. She stood at his side while he conquered the Earth. I reversed everything he'd done so it never even happened, but Lucy Saxon remembered. I held him in my arms. I burnt his body. The Master is dead. ELDER: And yet, you did not see. DOCTOR: What's that? MASTER [OC]: Bwahahahahahaha! (A woman picking up the Master's signet ring.) DOCTOR: Part of him survived. I have to go! ELDER: But something more is happening, Doctor. The Master is part of a greater design, because a shadow is falling over creation. Something vast is stirring in the dark. The Ood have gained this power to see through time, because time is bleeding. Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil, and these events from years ago threaten to destroy this future, and the present, and the past. DOCTOR: What do you mean? ELDER: This is what we have seen, Doctor. The darkness heralds only one thing. OOD: The end of time itself. MASTER [OC]: Bwahahahahahaha! (The Doctor runs outside and back to the Tardis.) ELDER: Events that have happened are happening now.

[Prison]

(While the Tardis is in flight, Lucy Saxon is taken from her cell and escorted by women Prison Officers. to meet a another woman.) GOVERNOR: Mrs Saxon. Let me introduce myself. I'm your new Governor. I'm afraid the previous Governor met with something of an accident, which took quite some time to arrange. Miss Trefusis, if you will prepare. You kept your silence well, Mrs Saxon. Your trial was held in secret, with no jury, so no one knows who Harold Saxon was, where he came from, why you killed him. Make her kneel. There are those of us who never lost faith. And in his wisdom, Harold Saxon prepared for this moment. He knew that he might die and he made us ready. Tonight, Mrs Saxon, he returns. MASTER [OC]: Bwahahahahahaha! (Miss Trefusis holds out the Master's signet ring. Lucy gasps. Meanwhile, Wilf is looking out at the kitchen window at the storm while the Woman in White briefly appears on the TV screen in the other room.) GOVERNOR: As it was written in the Secret Books of Saxon, these are the Potions of Life. (The signet ring is put into a bowl and blue liquids are poured over it.) LUCY: Listen to me. Whatever he told you, you've got no idea what you're doing. GOVERNOR: Miss Trefusis, the catalyst. LUCY: What are you doing? Leave me alone! (Miss Trefusis takes a print of Lucy's lips.) GOVERNOR: You were Saxon's wife. You bore his imprint. That's all we needed. The final biometrical signature. LUCY: You can't bring him back. You can't! (Miss Trefusis drops the imprint into the bowl and there is a big flash, then a light beams up and out of Broadfell Prison into the sky.) LUCY: I'm begging you! Stop this now before it's too late! GOVERNOR: We give ourselves that Saxon might live. (Energy is pulled out of the Governor and her acolytes.) LUCY: Can't you see? He lied to you. His name isn't even Harold Saxon. GOVERNOR: And this was written also, for his name is the Master! (The figure of the naked Master begins to appear in the column of light.) MASTER: Never. Never. Never. Never. Never dying. Never dying! Never dying! Never dying! Never dying! Bwahahahahahaha! Oh, Lucy. Sweet Lucy Saxon. My ever faithful. Did the widow's kiss bring me back to life? LUCY: You're killing them! MASTER: Oh, let them die. They're just the first. The whole stupid, stinking, human disgrace can fall into the pit. Can't you hear it, Lucy? The noise? The drumbeat louder than ever before. The drums. The never ending drums. Oh, I have missed them. LUCY: But no-one knew you better than I did. I knew you'd come back. And all this time, your disciples have prepared. But so have we. (Lucy takes a small vial from a prison officer who was not an acolyte.) MASTER: What are you doing? LUCY: The Secret Books of Saxon spoke of the Potions of Life. And I was never that bright, but my family had contacts. People who were clever enough to calculate the opposite. MASTER: Don't you dare. I'm ordering you, Lucy. You will obey me! LUCY: Till death do us part, Harry! MASTER: No! (Lucy throws the vial at the Master and there is an explosion. The Doctor runs out of the Tardis to see the ruined shell of Broadfell Prison.)

[Naismith's study]

(A butler and two footmen are standing nearby as the black woman enters the panelled room. The black man is looking at footage on his laptop.) NAISMITH: I think we might be in luck, darling. It's the footage from Broadfell Prison the night it burnt down. Take a look at this. (A silhouette of a figure runs quickly across the flames.) ABIGAIL: Someone survived! Do you think it's him? Oh, that would be such a Christmas present. NAISMITH: You just leave it to Daddy.

[Gate room]

(They walk into a room lit by a domed glass roof.) NAISMITH: Ladies and gentlemen, it seems help is at hand. Christmas is cancelled. Prepare the gate. (An archway begins to light up.)

[Nobles' home]

WILF: Just going down to the Lion. Quick little snifter. Christmas drinks. All right, ta-da.

[Outside the Nobles' home]

(Wilf gets out his mobile phone and makes a call.) WILF: Paratroop One to Paratroop Two. We are mobilised. I repeat, we are mobilised. Rendezvous thirteen hundred hours. Over and out. (He flags down a Sparrow Lane minibus.) WILF: Come on! Way hey, shake a leg! Yay hey. Right then, come on, let's get going. (The driver and the other passengers applaud as he gets on board.) WILF: Off we go. Everybody all right? Who's got the chocolates then?

[Minibus]

WILF: He's tall and thin, wears a brown suit, maybe a blue suit. He's got a long brown coat. Modern sort of hair, all sticky-uppy, right? Oh, and on page two, be on the lookout for a police box exactly like the old ones. MINNIE: I got locked inside one of them. August Bank Holiday 1962. WINSTON: Were you misbehaving, Minnie? MINNIE: I certainly was. Way hey. WILF: Yeah, all right, all right. Now listen, this is important. We have got to find it, right? So phone around. Phone everybody. Sally, will you get onto the Bridge club? Right. Winston, you try the old boys. Bobby, want you to ring the skiffle band, right? Between us, we've got the city covered. MINNIE: The Silver Cloak. WILF: Yeah. WINSTON: Who is he, then, this Doctor? WILF: No, I can't tell you that. I swear. Yeah, but answer me this. Have you been having bad dreams? All of you? Dreams you can't remember? Yeah. Well, that's why we need him. We need the Doctor more than ever.

[Derelict site]

(A piece of wood is burning in an old oil can. There is a pile of bricks in the foreground and a Steven's Point charity burger van is sitting just outside an abandoned warehouse.) SARAH: Onions with that? TOMMO: Oh yeah, go on, pile them on. What about you, Ginger? Onions? (Ginger shrugs. He's a black lad.) TOMMO: He don't say much. Give him onions. He's down from Huddersfield. (A figure in a hoodie walks towards the van.) SARAH: Well, you look after him. And don't forget tomorrow night. The Christmas broadcast. President Obama. TOMMO: Oh? SARAH: He's promised to end the recession. Bad times will soon be over, Ginger. TOMMO: Well, season's greetings to you. SARAH: And you. Happy Christmas. (Tommo and Ginger walk away.) SARAH: Now, what can we get you, sir? MASTER: Everything. I am so hungry. Bwahahahahahaha! (Tommo and Ginger are by the brazier, eating their food.) TOMMO: They're saying that the Presidents got this grand plan. He's going to save the world with some big financial scheme. Whatever it is, I bet it won't reach you and me. (The Master suddenly drops down from the sky and sits behind them.) TOMMO: Oh! Somebody's lively on his feet. MASTER: Starving. (The Master devours the burger far too rapidly for a human.) TOMMO: Now, you see? That's what you don't want to do. Eat it all at once. Tempting, I know. But if you make it last, it can last all day. MASTER: Want more. Want cheese and chips, and meat and gravy, and cream and beer, and pork and beef and fat. Great big chunks of hot, wet red. TOMMO: Good for you, mate. Maybe we'd better be going. GINGER: You look like that bloke. Harold Saxon? The one that went mad. MASTER: Now isn't that funny. Isn't that just the best thing of all. The master of disguise, stuck looking like the old Prime Minister. I can't hide anywhere. He can see me. He can smell me. Can't let him smell me. Doctor, Doctor, shocked her, stopped her, got to stop the smell. The stink. The filthy, filthy stink. TOMMO: Ginger, come with me. Right now. MASTER: Because it's funny. Don't you see? Look at me. I'm splitting my sides. (The Master's skeleton suddenly appears and disappears several times.) MASTER: I am hilarious. I am the funniest thing in the whole wide world. (Tommo and Ginger run for the burger van.) TOMMO: Sarah! God help us! There's this man! (Sarah and her assistant in the van are just skeletons in clothes.) MASTER: Dinnertime! (The Master leaps up into the sky then swoops down on the two men. They scream, briefly. A little later, the Doctor stands on a small cliff and sniffs deeply. The Master does the same, then picks up an iron bar and starts hitting an oil drum in a rhythm of four beats and a rest. The Doctor hears it and runs through piles of girders on the dockside until he sees the Master up against the skyline. The Master does his Incredible Hulk impression then leaps into the air. The Doctor gives chase. The Master waits for him on a pile of girders, and his skeleton briefly flashes.) DOCTOR: Please, let me help. You're burning up your own life force. (They run again, then Wilf appears in the Doctor's way, with the rest of the Silver Cloak close behind.) WILF: Oh, my gosh, Doctor. You're a sight for sore eyes. DOCTOR: Out of my way! (But the Master is nowhere to be seen.) WINSTON: Did we do it? Is that him? OLIVER: Tall and thin, big brown coat. MINNIE: The Silver Cloak. It worked. Because Wilf phoned Netty, who phoned June, and her sister lives opposite Broadfell, and she saw the police box, and her neighbour saw this man heading east. DOCTOR: Wilfred? WILF: Yeah? DOCTOR: (sotto) Have you told them who I am? You promised me. WILF: No, I just said you were a doctor, that's all. And might I say, sir, it is an honour to see you again. (Wilf salutes.) MINNIE: Oh, but you never said he was a looker. He's gorgeous. Take a photo. OLIVER: Not bad, eh? Me next. MINNIE: I'm Minnie. Minnie the Menace. It's a long time since I had a photo with a handsome man. WILF: Just get off him. Leave him alone, will you? MINNIE; Hush, you old misery. Come on, Doctor. Give us a smile. That's it. OLIVER: Hold on. Did it flash? MINNIE: No, there's a blue light. Try again. OLIVER: I'm all fingers and thumbs. DOCTOR: I'm really kind of busy, you know. MINNIE: Oh, it wont take a tick. Keep smiling. (Minnie gives the Doctor's bottom a squeeze.) DOCTOR: Is that your hand, Minnie? MINNIE: Good boy.

[Street]

(The minibus drops the Doctor and Wilf off.) WILF: Come on, then. Here we are, hurry up. Bye. You behave, bye. (The minibus drives off with the rest of the Silver Cloak.) WILF: Over here, come on. DOCTOR: What's so special about this place? We passed fifteen cafes on the way. WILF: Yeah. Afternoon.

[Cafe]

WILF: Oh, we had some good times, didn't we though? I mean, all those ATMOS things, and planets in the sky, and me with that paint gun. I keep seeing things, Doctor. This face at night. DOCTOR: Who are you? WILF: I'm Wilfred Mott. DOCTOR: No. People have waited hundreds of years to find me and then you manage it in a few hours. WILF: Well, I'm just lucky I suppose. DOCTOR: No, we keep on meeting, Wilf. Over and over again like something's still connecting us. WILF: What's so important about me? DOCTOR: Exactly. Why you? I'm going to die. WILF:: Well, so am I, one day. DOCTOR: Don't you dare. WILF: All right, I'll try not to. DOCTOR: But I was told. He will knock four times. That was the prophecy. Knock four times, and then WILF: Yeah, but I thought, when I saw you before, you said your people could change, like, your whole body. DOCTOR: I can still die. If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead. Even then, even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away, and I'm dead. What? (Wilf has spotted Donna outside in the street getting out of her car.) WILF: I'm sorry, but I had to. Look, can't you make her better? DOCTOR: Stop it. WILF: No, but you're so clever. Can't you bring her memory back? Look, just go to her now. Go on, just run across the street. Go up and say hello. DOCTOR: If she ever remembers me, her mind will burn, and she will die. (They hear Donna speak to the traffic warden.) DONNA: Don't you touch this car. DOCTOR: She's not changed. WILF: Nah. Oh, there he is. (A Mickey Smith lookalike meets Donna.) WILF: Shaun Temple. They're engaged. Getting married in the spring. DOCTOR: Another wedding. WILF: Yeah. DOCTOR: Hold on, she's not going to be called Noble-Temple? That sounds like a tourist spot. WILF: No, it's Temple-Noble. DOCTOR: Right. Is she happy? Is he nice? WILF: Yeah, he's sweet enough. He's a bit of a dreamer. Mind you, he's on minimum wage, she's earning tuppence, so all they can afford is a tiny little flat. And then sometimes I see this look on her face, like she's so sad, but she can't remember why. DOCTOR: She's got him. WILF: She's making do. DOCTOR: Aren't we all? WILF: Yeah, how about you? Who have you got now? DOCTOR: No one. Travelling alone. I thought it was better. But I did some things. It went wrong. I need (The Doctor starts crying.) WILF: Oh, my word. I'm sorry. DOCTOR: Merry Christmas. WILF: Yeah, and you. DOCTOR: Look at us. WILF: But don't you see? You know, you need her, Doctor. I mean, look. Wouldn't she make you laugh again? Good old Donna? (Donna and Shaun drive away.) WILF: Eh?

NARRATOR: And so it came to pass that the players took their final places, making ready the events that were to come. The madman sat in his empire of dust and ashes, little knowing of the glory he would achieve. While his saviour looked upon the wilderness, in the hope of changing his inevitable fate. Far away, the idiots and fools dreamt of a shining new future. A future now doomed to never happen. As Earth rolled onwards into night, the people of that world did sleep, and shiver, somehow knowing that dawn would bring only one thing. The final day.

[Abandoned warehouse]

(Night. The Doctor walks towards the Master, who fires bolts of energy at him from his hands. He misses, and sets fires burning behind the Doctor. The third try hits the Doctor squarely in the chest, stopping him moving forward. Finally the energy stops and the Doctor falls to his knees. The Master catches him, then lets him fall to the ground.) MASTER: I had estates. Do you remember my father's land back home? Pastures of red grass, stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition. We used to run across those fields all day, calling up at the sky. Look at us now. DOCTOR: All that eloquence. But how many people have you killed? MASTER: I am so hungry. DOCTOR: Your resurrection went wrong. That energy. Your body's ripped open. Now you're killing yourself. MASTER: That human Christmas out there. They eat so much. All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine. Hot, fat, blood, food. Pots, plates of meat, and flesh, and grease, and juice, and baking, burnt, sticky hot skin. Hot. It's so hot. DOCTOR: Stop it. MASTER: Sliced. Sliced. Sliced. DOCTOR: Stop it. MASTER: It's mine. It's mine. It's mine to eat and eat and eat. DOCTOR: Stop it. What if I ask you for help? There's more at work tonight than you and me. MASTER: Oh yeah? DOCTOR: I've been told something is returning. MASTER: And here I am. DOCTOR: No, something more. MASTER: But it hurts. DOCTOR: I was told the end of time. MASTER: It hurts. Doctor, the noise. The noise in my head, Doctor. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Stronger than ever before. Can't you hear it? DOCTOR: I'm sorry. MASTER: Listen, listen, listen, listen. Every minute, every second, every beat of my hearts, there it is, calling to me. Please listen. (We can hear the four beats of the start of the Doctor Who theme being played out by an iron bar on an oil drum somewhere.) DOCTOR: I can't hear it. MASTER: Listen. (The Master mind-melds with the Doctor. The Doctor hears the beats and pulls away.) MASTER: What? DOCTOR: But MASTER: What! DOCTOR: I heard it. But there's no noise. There never has been. It's just your insanity. What is it? What's inside your head? MASTER: It's real. It's real. It's real! (The Master flies off and the Doctor runs after him.)

[Derelict site]

MASTER: All these years, you thought I was mad. King of the wasteland. But something is calling me, Doctor. What is it? What is it? What is it? (A bright light shines down on the Master, then a second one illuminates the Doctor. A pair of SAS types come down on ropes, grab the Master and inject him with something to knock him out.) DOCTOR: Don't! (Others fire their guns at the Doctor to make him stay back, and the Master is hoisted up into the helicopter. The Doctor runs.) DOCTOR: Let him go! (The Doctor is shot in the back.)

[Nobles' home]

(Noddy Holder is screaming out his most famous song while Wilf opens a present. It is a book - Fighting the Future, by Joshua Naismith.) DONNA: Now then, steady on. It's never too early for margaritas, that's what I say. I forgot to get lemons so I used oranges instead. It's all fruit, same difference. (Sylvia has opened her present, an item of clothing.) SYLVIA: Oh, now that's lovely. Look at that. Absolutely beautiful. Love from Donna. Did you keep the receipt? DONNA: Yes, I did. Come on, Gramps. You've been a right misery ever since you got up. Do you like it then, the book? WILF: Joshua Naismith? I mean, what'd you get me this for? DONNA: I don't know. I just saw it in the shop and thought of you. It just felt like the sort of thing you should have. SYLVIA: Oh, now look at that. That's from Charlie Morton. Isn't that rude? (They laugh at a Christmas card.)

[Gate room]

NAISMITH: If you would, Mister Danes. (Danes the butler removes the gag from the Master. He is otherwise securely fastened to a large chair-like structure.) MASTER: I'm starving. NAISMITH: You've my daughter to thank for this. It's all her idea. She heard rumours of Harold Saxon, his disciples, his return. It's the sort of thing she finds rather thrilling. ABIGAIL: And I was right. He's back. The very man we need, and he's here. Oh, this is going to be wonderful.

[Nobles' home]

SHAUN: Aye, aye. Here are the presents. I'm sorry, I couldn't afford much, but not for long, if President Obama ends the recession tonight. Come here. (Shaun hugs Donna.) WILF: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Keep it quiet, you lot, It's the Queen's Speech. Now come on, sit down. Show respect. Come on. SHAUN: Merry Christmas, Mister Mott. (Shaun kisses Wilf.) WILF: Thank you. Will you behave! You, honestly. All right now. Whoa, she's on, she's on. It's our sovereign. (Wilf salutes the television, the broadcast slows down then the woman in white briefly appears.) WILF: Eh? WOMAN [on TV]: Events are moving, Wilfred. WILF: Eh? WOMAN [on TV]: Faster than we thought. WILF: Oi, can you see that? DONNA: Frankly, I'd tell Her Majesty it's time for trouser suits. WILF: No, no, no, no. That's not the WOMAN [on TV]: Only you can see. Only you stand at the heart of coincidence. WILF: Why, what have I done? WOMAN [on TV]: You're an old soldier, sir. Only you were too late. The war was won and passed you by. WILF: I did my duty. WOMAN [on TV]: You never killed a man. WILF: No, I didn't. No, I did not, no, but, don't say that like it's shameful. WOMAN [on TV]: The time will come when you must take arms. WILF: Who are you? WOMAN [on TV]: Tell the Doctor nothing of this. His life could still be saved, so long as you tell him nothing. (Wilf goes to his bedroom and pulls an old suitcase out from under his bed. In a box, wrapped in a piece of cloth, is his old service revolver. Something is thrown against his window. Wilf looks out to see the Doctor returning to his Tardis.)

[Outside the Nobles' home]

DOCTOR: I lost him. I was unconscious. He's still on Earth, I can smell him, but he's too far away. WILF: Listen, you can't park there. What if Donna sees it? DOCTOR: You're the only one, Wilf. The only connection I can think of. You're involved, if I could work out how. Tell me, have you seen anything? I don't know. Anything strange, anything odd? WILF: Well, there was a DOCTOR: What? What is it? Tell me. WILF: Well, it was. No, it's nothing. DOCTOR: Think-a think-a think. Maybe something out of the blue. Something connected to your life. Something. WILF: Well, Donna was a bit strange. She had a funny little moment, this morning, all because of that book. DOCTOR: What book? WILF: His name's Joshua Naismith. (Wilf shows the book to the Doctor.) DOCTOR: That's the man. I was shown him by the Ood. WILF: By the what? DOCTOR: By the Ood. WILF: What's the Ood? DOCTOR: They're just the Ood. But it's all part of the convergence. Maybe? It may be touching Donna's subconscious. Oh, she's still fighting for us, even now. The Doctor Donna. SYLVIA: Dad, what are you up to? You. But. Get out of here. DOCTOR: Merry Christmas. SYLVIA: Merry Christmas. But she can't see you. What if she remembers? DONNA [OC]: Mum, where are those tweezers? SYLVIA: Go. DOCTOR: I'm going. WILF: Yeah, me too. SYLVIA: Oh no, you don't. DONNA : (at the back of the house) Mum? Gramps? SYLVIA: Dad, I'm warning you. WILF: Bye, see you later. DONNA: (at the back of the house) Bit old for hide and seek. SYLVIA: Stay right where you are. DOCTOR: You can't come with me. WILF: You're not leaving me with her. SYLVIA: Dad! DOCTOR: Fair enough. DONNA [OC]: Mum? SYLVIA: Just you listen to me. I forbid it. Get out of there! (The Tardis dematerialises.) SYLVIA: Doctor, bring my father back right now! Come back here! Come back here, I said! Come back! DONNA: Are you shouting at thin air? SYLVIA: Yes. Possibly, yes.

[Tardis]

DOCTOR: Naismith. If I can track him down. Ah. Right. Yes. Bigger on the inside. Do you like it? WILF: I thought it'd be cleaner. DOCTOR: Cleaner? I could take you back home right now. WILF: Listen, Doctor, if this is a time machine, that man you're chasing, why can't you just pop back to yesterday and catch him? DOCTOR: I cant go back inside my own timeline. I have to stay relative to the Master within the causal nexus. Understand? WILF: Not a word. DOCTOR: Welcome aboard. WILF: Thank you.

[Gate room]

(Joshua and Abigail Naismith enter, followed by the Master in a strait-jacket.) NAISMITH: Demonstrate. (Electricity surges across the Gate.) MASTER: Oh, that's not from Earth. NAISMITH: And neither are you. A perfect combination, don't you think? ROSSITER: Er, excuse me, sir. If I could check the basement? We're getting fluctuation on the power cords. NAISMITH: Of course. ROSSITER: Miss Addams, if you could bring the calibration statistics. (The two scientists leave.)

[Basement]

ROSSITER: Who the hell is he? What if he finds out? An expert, they said. Well, what sort of expert? Who is he? ADDAMS: I don't know. According to the records, Harold Saxon was Prime Minister of this stupid country. I am choking in this thing. I'm sorry. (Miss Addams presses her wristwatch and she transforms into a green skinned biped with spikes instead of hair.) ADDAMS: Oh, by the saint's, that's better. Oh, these people are so flat. (Rossiter transforms himself, too.) ROSSITER: But what do we do? We were so close. We almost had it working. ADDAMS: What if this visitor is some sort of genius? Well, think about it. We're hijacking this project. Maybe we can use him too? Harold Saxon, or whatever he is, might be exactly what we need.

[Gate room]

NAISMITH: The Gate was found inside a spaceship buried at the foot of Mount Snowdon. It was moved to an institute known as Torchwood, but when Torchwood fell, let's just say I acquired it. MASTER: I like you. NAISMITH: Thank you. MASTER: You'd taste great. NAISMITH: Mister Danes? DANES: The visitor will be given food. (The footmen bring in a covered dish. It is an entire large roast chicken. The Master rips it to pieces and devours it without ceremony in triple quick time.) NAISMITH: Anyway, the device came equipped with it's own power supply. A Nuclear Bolt. One technician remains in charge of the feedback twenty four hours a day, and the power feeds through to the Gate, where it encourages some sort of cellular regeneration. Miss Collins was our test subject. She carried some burns as a result of an accident when she was a child, down her left side. If you could? (Miss Collins steps forward and shows her left arm.) NAISMITH: The Gate mended her. Thank you. MASTER: But what do you want it for? NAISMITH: We calculate that if this device can be fully repaired by your good self, it can restore the body forever. Hence it's given title. The Immortality Gate. Because that's what I want. Not for me, but for my daughter. I want her never to die. My gift to her. She will be immortal. ABIGAIL: Abigail. It means bringer of joy. (Rubbish, it means Father's joy. The Tardis materialises in the stable block. The Master smells it.) MASTER: Better get to work. (He uses the computer keyboard.)

[Stables]

WILF: We've moved. We've really moved! DOCTOR: You should stay here. WILF: Not bloody likely. DOCTOR: And don't swear. Hold on. (The Doctor points the key at the Tardis, which disappears.) DOCTOR: Just a second out of sync. Don't want the Master finding the Tardis. That's the last thing we need.

[Mansion grounds]

(Wilf and the Doctor hide from a patrol.) WILF: That book said he's a billionaire. He's got his own private army. DOCTOR: Down here. (The Doctor opens a small door in an archway.)

[Gate room]

(Rossiter is back in human form.) ROSSITER: Miss Addams, we're getting encouraging results from the ratio-foldback. Can you confirm?

[Basement]

ADDAMS: (also human) The man's a miracle. All the systems are slotting back into place.

[Gate room]

ADDAMS [OC]: The shatterthreads have harmonised, the fibre links intensified

[Basement]

ADDAMS: And the multiple overshots have triplicated. DOCTOR: Nice Gate. WILF: Hello. Sorry. DOCTOR: Don't try calling security, or I'll tell them you're wearing a Shimmer. Because I reckon anyone wearing a Shimmer doesn't want the Shimmer to be noticed, or they wouldn't need a Shimmer in the first place. ADDAMS: I'm sorry? What's a Shimmer? (The Doctor points his sonic screwdriver at her.) DOCTOR: Shimmer. (Addams turns green.) WILF: Oh, my Lord. She's a cactus. ROSSITER [OC]: Miss Addams?

[Gate room]

ROSSITER: Miss Addams? If you'll just excuse me. (Rossiter leaves.) NAISMITH: Now, please don't imagine I'm a slave-driver. We can resume work on Boxing Day, Mister Saxon. MASTER: My name is the Master. (The Master has completed his work. He presses enter and the lights dim. A wormhole develops inside the Gate.) NAISMITH: Oh, excellent. Excellent! Mister Danes? DANES: The visitor will be restrained. MASTER: What? But I repaired it. NAISMITH: I'm not an idiot. Don't let him anywhere near that thing.

[Basement]

DOCTOR: He's got it working, but what is it? What's working? ROSSITER: What are you doing here? (Without turning around, the Doctor points the screwdriver at Rossiter.) DOCTOR: Shimmer! (Rossiter turns green.) DOCTOR: Now, tell me quickly, what's going on? The Master, Harold Saxon, Skeletor, whatever you're calling him, what's he doing up there?

[Gate room]

(Danes locks the Master back into his strait jacket.) NAISMITH: Your reputation precedes you, sir. I have no doubt you've laid traps. Perhaps explosives. A means of escape, or murder. But everything you've done to the Gate will be checked and double-checked before anyone stands inside.

[Basement]

ROSSITER: But I checked the readings. He's done good work. It's operational. DOCTOR: Who are you, though? 'Cause I met someone like you. He was brilliant, but he was little and red. ADDAMS: No, that's a Zocci. ROSSITER: We're not Zocci, we're Vinvocci. Completely different. ADDAMS: And the Gate is Vinvocci. We're a salvage team. We picked up the signal when the humans reactivated it. And as soon as it's working, we can transport it to the ship. DOCTOR: But what does it do? ROSSITER: Well, it mends. It's a simple as that. It's a medical device to repair the body. It makes people better. DOCTOR: No, there's got to be more. Every single warning says the Master's going to do something colossal. WILF: So that thing's like a sickbed, yes? ADDAMS: More or less. WILF: Well, pardon me for asking, but why is it so big? DOCTOR: Oh, good question. Why's it so big? ADDAMS: It doesn't just mend one person at a time. ROSSITER: That would be ridiculous. ADDAMS: It mends whole planets. DOCTOR: It does what? ADDAMS: It transmits the medical template across the entire population. (The Doctor runs through the corridors.)

[Gate room]

NAISMITH: But it's time for the broadcast. The President's grand initiative. You might want to see this, sir. Proof that the human race can mend it's own problems. AMN News [on TV]: And now, anticipation is rising as we go live to Washington. Here, on Christmas Day, the President has promised an instant and radical solution to the worldwide depression. Barack Obama will lead us all into a new age of prosperity.

[White House press room]

SPOKESWOMAN [OC]: Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States. OBAMA: Id like to speak briefly about the state of our economy

[Gate room]

DOCTOR: Turn the Gate off right now! DANES: At arms! DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no. Whatever you do, just don't let him near that device. MASTER: Oh, like that was ever going to happen. (The Master throws off the strait jacket and leaps over their heads on pillars of energy from his hands, into the Gate.) MASTER: Homeless, was I? Destitute and dying? Well, look at me now. DOCTOR: Deactivate it. All of you, turn the whole thing off! MASTER: Bwahahahahahaha! NAISMITH: He's inside my head. DOCTOR: Get out of there! (The Master's blast of energy knocks the Doctor down.) WILF: Doctor! Doctor, there's, there's this face. DOCTOR: What is it? What can you see? WILF: Well, it's him. I can see him. AMN News [on TV]: There's something wrong. It seems to be affecting the President. (The President of the United States has his face in his hands. The Doctor goes to the computer and tries to shut down the Gate.) DOCTOR: I can't turn it off. MASTER: That's because I locked it, idiot. DOCTOR: Wilfred! Get inside. Get him out. (The Doctor enters one of a pair of glass sided cubicles, and Wilfred swaps places with a technician in the other.) DOCTOR: Just need to filter the levels. WILF: Oh, I can see again! He's gone. DOCTOR: Radiation shielding. Now press the button. Let me out. WILF: You what? DOCTOR: I can't get out until you press the button. That button there. (Wilf does. Wilf's cubicle is now Locked and the Doctor's is Open.) MASTER: Fifty seconds and counting. DOCTOR: To what? MASTER: Oh, you're going to love this.

[Basement]

ROSSITER: He was hiding the codes. He's extrapolated the Gate's power a million times over. ADDAMS: But it's not affecting us. ROSSITER: He's set the template for human!

[Gate room]

(Wilf's phone rings. He pulls the revolver out of his pocket instead.) WILF: Hello? Oh, Gawd. Donna? DONNA [OC]: Where are you?

[Nobles' home]

DONNA: It's Mum and Shaun. Something's wrong with them. SYLVIA: There's this face. WILF [OC]: But wait a minute. I mean, what about you?

[Gate room]

WILF: Can't you see anything?

[Nobles' home]

DONNA: I can see them.

[Gate room]

DONNA [OC]: That's bad enough. (Wilf's phone beeps for a call waiting.) WILF: Not now, Winston. WINSTON [OC]: Wilfred.

[Outside flats]

WINSTON: Those dreams. I can remember that face. YOUNG MAN: There's a face in my head. WINSTON: Wilfred, it's everyone!

[Gate room]

DOCTOR: What is it, hypnotism? Mind control. You're grafting your thoughts inside them, is that it? MASTER: Oh, that's way too easy. No, no, no. They're not going to think like me, they're going to become me. And, zero! (A blast of energy moves out from the Master and the Gate, and spreads across the entire planet. Everyone's face becomes blurred except for Donna and Wilf, and the Doctor of course.) DOCTOR: You can't have. WILF: What is it?

[Nobles' home]

DONNA: But they've changed. (Sylvia and Shaun are now both the Master.) DONNA: Granddad, that's like, like the sort of thing that happened before. (Donna remembers enemies from her adventures.) DONNA: My head. Oh, my head! Oh, my head!

[Gate room]

WILF: Doctor? She's starting to remember. (Everyone's face resolves into the Master's.) WILF: What is it? What have you done, you monster? MASTER: Oh, I'm sorry, are you talking to me? NAISMITH-MASTER: Or to me? ABIGAIL-MASTER: Or to me? DANES-MASTER: Or to me? SECURITY-MASTER: Or to us? AMN NEWS-MASTER [on TV]: Breaking news. I'm everyone. And everyone in the world is me!

[White House press room]

OBAMA-MASTER: I'm President. President of the United States. Look at me! (The audience of Master's applauds him.) OBAMA-MASTER: Ooo, financial solution. Deleted. Ha ha!

[Gate room]

MASTER: The human race was always your favourite, Doctor. But now, there is no human race. There is only the Master race. Bwahahahahahaha! NARRATOR [OC]: And so it came to pass, on Christmas Day, that the human race did cease to exist. But even then, the Master had no concept of his greater role in events. For this was far more than humanity's end.

[Citadel]

NARRATOR: This day was the day upon which the whole of creation would change forever. This was the day the Time Lords returned. For Gallifrey. TIME LORDS: For Gallifrey! NARRATOR: For victory! TIME LORDS: For victory! NARRATOR: For the end of time itself! TIME LORDS: For the end of time itself!

TO BE CONTINUED

[Black void] (Gallifrey is in ruins. Only the Citadel stands inside its protective dome. The man we saw as the Narrator in part one strides across a bridge followed by two acolytes and takes his seat at the head of a table. Six time lords sit, three on each side, whilst a woman is at the far end, scribbling on parchments. The rest of the space is in darkness.) RASSILON: What news of the Doctor? CHANCELLOR: Disappeared, my Lord President. PARTISAN: (a woman) But we know his intention. He still possesses the Moment, and he'll use it to destroy Daleks and Time Lords alike. CHANCELLOR: The Visionary confirms it. (The Visionary is the woman at the end of the table. She has henna tattoos on her face and hands.) VISIONARY: Ending, burning, falling. All of it falling. The black and pitch and screaming fire, so burning. CHANCELLOR: All of her prophecies say the same. That this is the last day of the Time War. That Gallifrey falls. That we die, today. VISIONARY: Ending. Ending. Ending. Ending! PARTISAN: Perhaps it's time. This is only the furthest edge of the Time War. But at its heart, millions die every second, lost in bloodlust and insanity. With time itself resurrecting them, to find new ways of dying over and over again. A travesty of life. Isn't it better to end it, at last? RASSILON: Thank you for your opinion. (The Lord President stands and aims his blue metal gauntlet at the Partisan. Energy strikes her, she screams and is atomised.) RASSILON: I will not die! Do you hear me? A billion years of Time Lord history riding on our backs. I will not let this perish. I will not! CHANCELLOR: There is, er, there is one part of the prophecy, my Lord. (The Chancellor brings a paper to the Lord President.) CHANCELLOR: Forgive me, I'm sorry. It's rather difficult to decipher, but it talks of two survivors beyond the Final Day. Two children of Gallifrey. RASSILON: Does it name them? CHANCELLOR: It foresees them locked in their final confrontation, The Enmity of Ages, which would suggest RASSILON: The Doctor! And the Master. CHANCELLOR: One word keeps being repeated, my Lord. One constant word. Earth. VISIONARY: Earth. Earth. Earth. Earth. Earth. Earth. CHANCELLOR: Planet Earth. Indigenous species, the human race. (A projection of the planet appears above the table.) VISIONARY: Earth. Earth. Earth. RASSILON: Maybe that's where the answer lies. Our salvation. On Earth.

[Naismith's study]

(The Doctor has been bound and gagged, strapped upright to a trolley. Wilf is tied to a chair nearby.) MASTER: Now then, I've got a planet to run. Is everybody ready? NAISMITH-MASTER [on screen]: Six billion, seven hundred and twenty seven million, nine hundred and

[Gate room]

NAISMITH-MASTER: Forty nine thousand three hundred and thirty eight versions of us

[Naismith's study]

NAISMITH-MASTER [on screen]: Awaiting orders. OBAMA-MASTER [on screen]: This is Washington. As President of the United States, I can transfer all the United Nations protocols to you immediately, putting you in charge of all the Earth's defences. GENERAL-MASTER [on screen]: UNIT HQ, Geneva reporting. All under your command, sir. CHINESE-MASTER [on screen]: And this is the Central Military Commission here in Beijing, sir, with over two point five million soldiers, sir. Present arms! MASTER: Enough soldiers and weapons to turn this planet into a warship. Nothing to say, Doctor? What's that? Pardon? Sorry? WILF: You let him go, you swine. MASTER: Oh, your dad's still kicking up a fuss. WILF: Yeah? Well, I'd be proud if I was. MASTER: Hush, now. Listen to your Master. (Ring, ring.) MASTER: But that's a mobile. WILF: Yeah, it's mine. Let me turn it off. MASTER: No, no, no, no, no. I don't think you understand. Everybody on this planet is me. And I'm not phoning you, so who the hell is that? WILF: It's nobody. I tell you, it's nothing. It's probably one of them ring-back calls. (The Master searches Wilf's pockets and finds the revolver.) MASTER: Ooo, and look at this. Good man! (He tosses it on the floor and gets the phone.) MASTER: Donna. Who's Donna? WILF: She's no one. Just leave it. DONNA [OC]: Gramps, don't hang up. You've got to help me.

[Alleyway]

DONNA: I ran out, but everyone was changing.

[Naismith's study]

MASTER: Who is she? Why didn't she change? DONNA [OC]: Gramps, I can't hear you. WILF: Well, it was this thing the Doctor did. He did it to her. The Metacrisis. MASTER: Oh, he loves playing with Earth girls. Ugh! DONNA [OC]: Are you there?

[Gate room]

MASTER [on screen]: Find her. Trace the call. NAISMITH-MASTER: Trace the call. (A scientist-Master obeys.)

[Naismith's study]

DONNA [OC]: Are you still there? Can you hear me? MASTER: Say goodbye to the freak, Granddad. WILF: Donna, get out of there! Just get out of there. I'm telling you, run!

[Gate room]

NAISMITH-MASTER: She's on Wessex Lane, Chiswick. Open the phone lines. Everyone on Wessex Lane. Red alert. DONNA [OC]: What do I do? WILF: Run, sweetheart, that's all. Run for your life!

[Alleyway]

(Two Master lookalikes block Donna in.) DONNA: There's more of them. WILF [OC]: Donna? What's happening? Are you still there? DONNA: They're everywhere. CHISWICK-MASTER: Oh, I'm starving. WILF [OC]: Look, I'm telling you to run, Donna. CHISWICK-MASTER 2: I'm still hungry.

[Naismith's study]

WILF: Just run, sweetheart.

[Alleyway]

WILF [OC]: Just run. (All the local Masters advance on Donna.) DONNA: It's not just them. I can see those things again. Those creatures. Why can I see a giant wasp?

[Naismith's study]

WILF: Donna, don't think about that. Donna, my love

[Alleyway]

WILF [OC]: Don't! DONNA: And it hurts. My head. It keeps getting hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter! (Golden energy surges from Donna, travelling along the alleyway and knocking down the Chiswick-Masters.) DONNA: What did I (Donna collapses.)

[Naismith's study]

WILF: Donna? What was that? Donna? Donna, are you there? Donna.! Donna! Donna! (The Doctor is smiling, and he winks. The Master goes over and removes his gag.) DOCTOR: That's better. Hello. But really, did you think I'd leave my best friend without a defence mechanism? WILF: Doctor? What happened? DOCTOR: She's all right. She's fine, I promise. She'll just sleep. MASTER: Tell me, where's your Tardis? DOCTOR: You could be so wonderful. MASTER: Where is it? DOCTOR: You're a genius. You're stone cold brilliant, you are. I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honour. Because you don't need to own the universe, just see it. To have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That's ownership enough. MASTER: Would it stop, then? The noise in my head? DOCTOR: I can help. MASTER: I don't know what I'd be without that noise. DOCTOR: I wonder what I'd be, without you. MASTER: Yeah. WILF: What does he mean? What noise? MASTER: It began on Gallifrey, as children. Not that you'd call it childhood. More a life of duty. Eight years old. I was taken for initiation, to stare into the Untempered Schism. WILF: What does that mean? DOCTOR: It's a gap in the fabric of reality. You can see into the Time Vortex itself. And it hurts. MASTER: They took me there in the dark. I looked into time, old man, and I heard it calling to me. Drums. The never ending drums.

[Black void]

RASSILON: The Untempered Schism. That's when it began. CHANCELLOR: History says the Master heard a rhythm. A torment that stayed with him for the rest of his life. RASSILON: A drumbeat. A warrior's march. CHANCELLOR: A symptom of insanity, my Lord. (The Visionary taps the rhythm for them with her long fingernail on the metal surface of the table.) RASSILON: A rhythm of four. The heartbeat of a Time Lord.

[Naismith's study]

MASTER: Listen to it. Listen. DOCTOR: Then let's find it. You and me. MASTER: Except. Oh. Oh, wait a minute. Oh, yes. Oh, that's good. DOCTOR: What? What is? MASTER: The noise exists within my head, and now within six billion heads. Everyone on Earth can hear it. Imagine. Oh. Oh, yes. (The Master's skeleton becomes briefly visible again.) DOCTOR: The Gate wasn't enough. You're still dying. MASTER: This body was born out of death. All it can do is die. But what did you say to me, back in the wasteland? You said the end of time. DOCTOR: I said something is returning. I was shown a prophecy. That's why I need your help. MASTER: What if I'm part of it? Don't you see? The drumbeat is calling from so far away. From the end of time itself. And now it's been amplified six billion times. Triangulate all those signals. I could find its source. Oh, Doctor. That's what your prophecy was. Me! (He slaps the Doctor.) MASTER: Where's the Tardis? DOCTOR: No. Just stop. Just think. MASTER: (to guard) Kill him. (A helmeted guard goes over to Wilf.) MASTER: I need that technology, Doctor. Tell me where it is, or the old man is dead. WILF: Don't tell him. MASTER: I'll kill him right now! DOCTOR: Actually, the most impressive thing about you is that after all this time, you're still bone dead stupid. MASTER: Take aim. DOCTOR: You've got six billion pairs of eyes, but you still can't see the obvious, can you? MASTER: Like what? DOCTOR: That guard is one inch too tall. (The guard knocks out the Master with his rifle butt, then removes his helmet to reveal a green spiky head.) ROSSITER: Oh my God, I hit him. I've never hit anyone in my life. (Green Addams runs in.) ADDAMS: Well, come on. We need to get out of here fast. (She frees Wilf while Rossiter releases the Doctor.) WILF: God bless the cactuses! DOCTOR: That's cacti. ROSSITER: That's racist!

[Gate room]

NAISMITH-MASTER: This prophecy of yours, Doctor, where did it come from? Doctor?

[Naismith's study]

ADDAMS: Come on! We've got to get out. ROSSITER: There's too many buckles and straps. ADDAMS: Just wheel him. DOCTOR: No, no, no. Get me out. No, no, no, don't. Don't! No, no, no.

[Gate room]

(The Doctor is wheeled across in front of the camera feed to the screen.) NAISMITH-MASTER: What's going on? Doctor!

[Corridor]

ROSSITER: Which way? ADDAMS: This way. DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no. The other way. I've got my Tardis. ADDAMS: I know what I'm doing. DOCTOR: No, no, no, just just listen to me!

[Naismith's study]

(The Master comes to as three guards run in.) MASTER: Find him. Find him!

[Corridor]

DOCTOR: Not the stairs. Not the stairs!

[Basement corridor]

DOCTOR: Worst rescue ever!

[Gate room]

GUARD-MASTER [OC]: Underneath the Gate room, sir. NAISMITH-MASTER: Basement. Get him. GUARD-MASTERS: Yes, sir.

[Basement]

DOCTOR: Just, just stop and listen to me! (The Master runs in with armed guards.) MASTER: Gotcha. ADDAMS: You think so? (She presses her wristwatch.) DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, don't! (She, Rossiter, Wilf and the Doctor vanish.)

[Teleport room]

DOCTOR: Now get me out of this thing! ADDAMS: Don't say thanks, will you. DOCTOR: He's not going to let us go. Just hurry up and get me out! (Wilf looks out of a nearby window.) WILF: Oh, my goodness me. We're in space! DOCTOR: Come on. ADDAMS: All right! DOCTOR: Oh, get a move on. (They are on a spaceship made from very large round modules.)

[Basement]

(The Master works at a keyboard.) NAISMITH-MASTER [OC]: Open the teleport and follow him!

[Teleport room]

DOCTOR: Come on! ADDAMS: All right. (They finally get the Doctor free. He zaps the teleport controls with his sonic screwdriver.)

[Gate room]

MASTER: He's still up there. Target practice.

[Teleport room]

DOCTOR: Where's your flight deck? ADDAMS: But we're safe. We're a hundred thousand miles above the Earth. DOCTOR: And he's got every single missile on the planet ready to fire. ADDAMS: Good point. (Addams, Rossiter and the Doctor runs out. The Doctor returns to gently lead Wilf away from the window.) WILF: But we're in space! DOCTOR: Yep.

[Gate room]

MASTER: Turn everything you've got to the skies. Find me that ship. And prime the missiles.

[UNIT HQ Geneva]

GENERAL-MASTER: Open up the radar. Maximum scan. OPERATIVE-MASTERS: Yes, sir.

[Flight deck]

DOCTOR: We've got to close it down! ROSSITER: No chance, mate. We're going home. ADDAMS: We're just a salvage team. Local politics has got nothing to do with us. Not unless there's a carnival. Sooner we get back to Vinvocci space the better. DOCTOR: We're not leaving. (The Doctor sonically sabotages the flight controls. The whole spaceship goes dark.)

[UNIT HQ Geneva]

GENERAL-MASTER: Anything?

[Flight deck]

(Silent running.) DOCTOR: Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.

[UNIT HQ Geneva]

OPERATIVE-MASTER: I'm sorry, sir. Nothing.

[Gate room]

GENERAL-MASTER [on screen]: Lost him. MASTER: What about teleport coordinates?

[Basement]

MASTER [OC]: I need that information. GUARD-MASTER: He's cut the link, sir.

[Gate room]

GUARD-MASTER [OC]: No trace. All dead.

[Basement]

GUARD-MASTER: Still, open fire! (The guards shoot up the computers.) GUARD-MASTER: No way back now. He's stranded.

[Flight deck]

ADDAMS: No sign of any missiles. No sign of anything. You've wrecked the place! ROSSITER: The engines are burnt out. All we've got is auxiliary lights. Everything else is kaput. We can't move. We're stuck in orbit. ADDAMS: Thanks to you, you idiot! (Addams leaves.) WILF: I know you, though. I bet you've got a plan, haven't you? Eh? Come on. You've always got a trick up your sleeve. Nice little bit of the old Doctor flim-flam, (Tommy Cooper impression) sort of thing? Eh? Oh, blimey.

[Gate room]

MASTER: Night has fallen. Are we ready?

[Naismith's study]

NAISMITH-MASTER: Every single one of us is prepared.

[Gate room]

MASTER: Then we listen. All of us, across the world, just listen. (The whole Master population of Earth holds their breath and listens.) MASTER: Concentrate. Find the signal. There! The sound is tangible. Someone could only have designed this. But who?

[Black void]

CHANCELLOR: The signal has been sent. A simple task of four beats transmitted back through time, and implanted in the Master's mind as a child. RASSILON: Then we have a link to where the Master is right now. CHANCELLOR: But we're still trapped inside the Timelock, sir. The link is nothing more than a thought, an idea. RASSILON: Then we need something to make the contact physical. Something so simple. VISIONARY: So small and shining. Shining bright and cold. The tiny, tiny star, falling, falling, burning, burning, burning. (The Lord President takes a diamond from his staff.) RASSILON: Small enough to follow the link. And if this were on Earth. (He throws the diamond at the image of the Earth. The Doctor is working on some wiring when he sees a bright object streaking towards the planet.)

[Naismith's study]

NAISMITH-MASTER: The sound. It's coming from above.

[Gate room]

MASTER: It's coming from the sky!

[Terrace]

MASTER: There! Find it. Get out there and find it! (The diamond falls to Earth with a big bang.) GUARDS: Yes, sir.

[Field]

(Two Land Rovers drive up to the burning crater. The diamond is intact, sitting at the bottom of the hole.) GUARD-MASTER: It's a diamond, sir. Oh. The most impossible diamond. You won't believe this.

[Gate room]

GUARD-MASTER [OC]: It's a Whitepoint star.

[Spaceship corridor]

WILF: Doctor? Hello? Hello? Is that you? Doctor? Anyone? Anyone? Oh, I think I'm lost. WOMAN: And yet you are found. Events are closing. The day is almost upon us. But tell me, old soldier. Did you take arms? WILF: I brought this. But what am I supposed to do? WOMAN: This is the Doctor's final battle. At the end of his life, he must stand at arms, or lose himself and all this world, to the End of Time. WILF: But he never carries guns. He doesn't do. Who are you? WOMAN: I was lost, so very long ago.

[Teleport room]

WILF: Aye, aye. Got this old tub mended? DOCTOR: Just trying to fix the heating. WILF: Oh. I've always dreamt of a view like that. Hee, hee. I'm an astronaut. It's dawn over England, look. Brand new day. My wife's buried down there. I might never visit her again now. Do you think he changed them, in their graves? DOCTOR: I'm sorry. WILF: No, not your fault. DOCTOR: Isn't it? WILF: Oh, 1948, I was over there. End of the Mandate in Palestine. Private Mott. Skinny little idiot, I was. Stood on this rooftop, in the middle of a skirmish. It was like a blizzard, all them bullets in the air. The world gone mad. Yeah, you don't want to listen to an old man's tales, do you? DOCTOR: I'm older than you. WILF: Get away. DOCTOR: I'm nine hundred and six. WILF: What, really, though? DOCTOR: Yeah. WILF: Nine hundred years. We must look like insects to you. DOCTOR: I think you look like giants. WILF: Listen, I, I want you to have this. I've kept it all this time, and I thought (Wilf offers his revolver to the Doctor.) DOCTOR: No. WILF: No, but if you take it, you could DOCTOR: No. You had that gun in the mansion. You could have shot the Master there and then. WILF: Too scared, I suppose. DOCTOR: I'd be proud. WILF: Of what? DOCTOR: If you were my dad. WILF: Oh, come on, don't start. But you said, you were told he will knock four times and then you die. Well, that's him, isn't it? The Master. That noise in his head? The Master is going to kill you. DOCTOR: Yeah. WILF: Then kill him first. DOCTOR: And that's how the Master started. It's not like I'm an innocent. I've taken lives. I got worse. I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own. Sometimes I think a Time Lord lives too long. I can't. I just can't. WILF: If the Master dies, what happens to all the people? DOCTOR: I don't know. WILF: Doctor, what happens? DOCTOR: The template snaps. WILF: What, they go back to being human? They're alive, and human. Then don't you dare, sir. Don't you dare put him before them. Now you take this. That's an order, Doctor. Take the gun. You take the gun and save your life. And please don't die. You're the most wonderful man and I don't want you to die. DOCTOR: Never. MASTER [OC]: A star fell from the sky.

[Gate room]

MASTER: Don't you want to know where from?

[Flight deck]

MASTER [OC]: Because now it makes sense, Doctor. ADDAMS: It's an open broadcast. Don't reply, or he'll know where we are. MASTER [OC]: The whole of my life.

[Teleport room]

MASTER [OC]: My destiny. The star was a diamond.

[Gate room]

MASTER: And the diamond is a Whitepoint

[Teleport room]

MASTER [OC]: Star. And I have worked all night to sanctify that gift.

[Gate room]

(Scientist-Masters are working on a gizmo.) MASTER: Now the star is mine. I can increase the signal and use it as a lifeline. Do you get it now? Do you see? Keep watching, Doctor. This should be spectacular.

[Teleport room]

MASTER [OC]: Over and out. WILF: What's he on about? What's he doing? Doctor, what does that mean? DOCTOR: A Whitepoint star is only found on one planet. Gallifrey. Which means it's the Time Lords. The Time Lords are returning. WILF: Well, I mean, that's good, isn't it? I mean, that's your people. (The Doctor takes Wilf's revolver and runs.)

[Gate room]

MASTER: Open up the Nuclear Bolt. Infuse the power lines to maximum. (Two scientists swap duties in the glass booths.) TECHNICIAN-MASTER: Nuclear bolt accelerating, sir. MASTER: Send the signal back and the link becomes a pathway. (The Master places the diamond in a bed of wires within the gizmo. It begins to transmit the four beats.) MASTER: Come home.

[Flight deck]

(The Doctor runs in. The signal can be heard here.) ADDAMS: What's that? ROSSITER: Coming from Earth. It's on every single wavelength.

[Black void]

RASSILON: Contact. At last.

[Gate room]

MASTER: We have contact.

[Citadel]

(The Lord President addresses the serried ranks of Time Lords.) RASSILON: Now the High Council of Time Lords must vote. Whether we die here, today, or return to the waking world and complete the Ultimate Sanction. For this is the hour when either Gallifrey falls, or Gallifrey rises! TIME LORDS: Gallifrey rises! RASSILON: Gallifrey rises!

[Flight deck]

(The Doctor is rushing around, working on bits and pieces.) WILF: But you said your people were dead. Past tense. DOCTOR: Inside the Time War. And the whole War was Timelocked. Like, sealed inside a bubble. It's not a bubble but just think of a bubble. Nothing can get in or get out of the Timelock. Don't you see? Nothing can get in or get out, except something that was already there. WILF: The signal. Since he was a kid. DOCTOR: If they can follow the signal, they can escape before they die. WILF: Well, then, big reunion. We'll have a party. DOCTOR: There will be no party. WILF: But I've heard you talk about your people like they're wonderful. DOCTOR: That's how I choose to remember them, the Time Lords of old. But then they went to war. An endless war, and it changed them right to the core. You've seen my enemies, Wilf. The Time Lords are more dangerous than any of them. ADDAMS: Time Lords, what lords? Anyone want to explain? DOCTOR: Right, yes, you. This is a salvage ship, yes? You go trawling the asteroid fields for junk? ADDAMS: Yeah, what about it? DOCTOR: So, you've got asteroid lasers! ROSSITER: Yeah, but they're all frazzled. (The Doctor throws a lever and two gun alcoves open on either side of the flight controls.) DOCTOR: Consider them unfrazzled. You there, what's your name? (Addams) I'm going to need you on navigation. (to Rossiter) And you, get in the laser-pod. Wilfred. WILF: Yeah? DOCTOR: Laser number two. The old soldier's got one more battle. ADDAMS: This ship can't move. It's dead! DOCTOR: Fix the heating? (The Doctor throws two levers forward, and the ship powers up. ADDAMS: But now they can see us. DOCTOR: Oh, yes!

[UNIT HQ Geneva]

GENERAL-MASTER: Sir, we've got a fix. Hundred and five thousand miles in orbit.

[Flight deck]

ADDAMS: This is my ship, and you're not moving it. Step away from the wheel. DOCTOR: There's an old Earth saying, Captain. A phrase of great power and wisdom, and consolation to the soul in times of need. ADDAMS: What's that, then? DOCTOR: Allons-y! (The Doctor powers the spaceship down towards the Earth.)

[UNIT HQ Geneva]

OPERATIVE-MASTER: He's moving, sir. GENERAL-MASTER: Get a fix on him. OPERATIVE-MASTER: He's moving very fast.

[Flight deck]

(The spaceship dives through the atmosphere.) DOCTOR: Come on! Come on! ADDAMS: You are blinking, flipping mad. DOCTOR: You two. What did I say? Lasers. ROSSITER: What for? DOCTOR: Because of the missiles. We've got to fight off an entire planet.

[Gate room]

GENERAL-MASTER [on screen]: All NATO defences coordinated, sir, awaiting your command. MASTER: I don't need him. Any second now, I'll have Time Lords to spare. Take him out. Launch missiles!

[UNIT HQ Geneva]

GENERAL-MASTER: Launch missiles. OPERATIVE-MASTERS: Missiles launching in three, two one, zero.

[Laser pods]

(Wilf and Rossiter take their places in the transparent gunner's domes.) WILF: Hey! How does this thing work? ROSSITER: The tracking's automatic. Just deploy the trigger on the joystick.

[Flight deck]

ADDAMS: We've got incoming. ROSSITER: Look at this one! Oh, my God! DOCTOR: You two, open fire! (The Doctor skims the ocean, dodging the missiles.) ROSSITER: Oh, my word! WILF: Whoa. Whoa! ROSSITER: No, no, no, no, no! DOCTOR: Open fire! Come on, Wilf! (Wilf shoots down a missile.) WILF: Whoo! Oh, I wish Donna could see me now.

[UNIT HQ Geneva]

GENERAL-MASTER: Second wave. Launch missiles. OPERATIVE-MASTER: Yes, sir.

[Flight deck]

ADDAMS: And there's more. Sixteen of them. Oh, and another sixteen. DOCTOR: Then get on the rear gun lasers! You two, open fire! Now! ROSSITER: Yes! DOCTOR: No, you don't! (They keep destroying missiles.) WILF: Come on! DOCTOR: Come on! Fire! (The front window gets blown in.) WILF: Whoa! Wow! ROSSITER: Yes! DOCTOR: Lock the navigation. ADDAMS: Onto what? DOCTOR: England. The Naismith mansion.

[Gate room]

GENERAL-MASTER [on screen]: He's heading straight for you. MASTER: But too late. They are coming.

[Black void]

(The Lord President walks past two Time Lords who have their faces covered with their hands. One man, one Woman. The Woman.) RASSILON: The vote is taken. Only two stand against, and will stand as monument to their shame, like the Weeping Angels of old. Now the vanguard stands prepared, as the children of Gallifrey return to the universe. To Earth. (He raises his staff and they vanish in a bright light. The Gate fills with that light.)

[Flight deck]

DOCTOR: Destination? ADDAMS: Fifty kliks and closing. We've locked on to the house. We are going to stop, though. Doctor? We are going to stop?

[Gate room]

MASTER: Closer! And closer! And closer!

[Flight deck]

WILF: Doctor? Doctor, you said you were going to die. ADDAMS: He said what? WILF: But is that all of us? I won't stop you, sir. But is this it?

[Gate room]

(Naismith-Master is looking out of the window at the approaching spaceship.) NAISMITH-MASTER: I think I should warn you MASTER: Not now! (The Doctor pulls the spaceship's nose up at the last moment, then opens a hatch in the floor and, with the revolver ready, jumps down through the glass dome. He lands hard on the marble floor. He cannot hold the revolver and he cannot stand up. The five Time Lords have arrived - the Gate has been replaced by a white space with raised up two steps.) RASSILON: My Lord Doctor. My Lord Master. We are gathered for the end.

[Flight deck]

(Addams grabs the controls.) WILF: Just turn it round. Land it! ADDAMS: We are not going in there. WILF: I am not leaving that man on his own. Not today. Land it!

[Gate room]

DOCTOR: Listen to me. You can't! RASSILON: It is a fitting paradox that our salvation comes at the hands of our most infamous child. DOCTOR: Oh, he's not saving you. Don't you realise what he's doing? MASTER: Hey, no, hey! That's mine. Hush. Look around you. I've transplanted myself into every single human being. But who wants a mongrel little species like them, because now I can transplant myself into every single Time Lord. Oh, yes, Mister President, sir, standing there all noble and resplendent and decrepit. Think how much better you're going to look as me. (The Lord President holds up his metal gauntlet. It glows and everyone who looks like the Master goes through the head blur thing again.) MASTER: No, no, don't. No, no, stop it! No, no, no, don't! (Finally, everyone on Earth is restored to themselves.) RASSILON: On your knees, mankind. (The people obey.) MASTER: No, that's fine, that's good, because you said salvation. I still saved you. Don't forget that. RASSILON: The approach begins. MASTER: Approach of what? DOCTOR: Something is returning. Don't you ever listen? That was the prophecy. Not someone, something. MASTER: What is it? DOCTOR: They're not just bringing back the species. It's Gallifrey. Right here, right now. (A big burning planet appears close to the Earth.)

[Nobles' home]

SHAUN: Donna. Where's Donna? (The tidal forces of the new planet make the Earth shake. Thinks fall off shelves.)

[Outside the Nobles' home]

(People are panicking as Gallifrey fills the sky.) SHAUN: Donna? Donna! Donna! SYLVIA: Oh, Doctor. Please!

[Flight deck]

ADDAMS: We're getting out of here. This whole planet's going to be knocked out of orbit. ROSSITER: What about the Doctor? ADDAMS: Well, he said he was dying.

[Gate room]

(The people run from the room.) MASTER: But, I did this. I get the credit. I'm on your side. (Wilf pushes his way in.) WILF: Come on, get out of the way. Get out of the way! Doctor? (A technician is hammering on the door of his locked glass booth.) TECHNICIAN: Help me, please. Somebody, please. WILF: All right! I've got you, mate. I've got you. (Wilf goes into the open booth.) DOCTOR: Wilf, don't. Don't! (Wilf unlocks the other booth.) WILF: I've got you. Come on. Go on. (The freed technician runs.) MASTER: But this is fantastic, isn't it? The Time Lords restored. DOCTOR: You weren't there in the final days of the War. You never saw what was born. But if the Timelock's broken, then everything's coming through. Not just the Daleks, but the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-have-been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-weres. The War turned into hell. And that's what you've opened, right above the Earth. Hell is descending. MASTER: My kind of world. DOCTOR: Just listen! Because even the Time Lords can't survive that. RASSILON: We will initiate the Final Sanction. The end of time will come at my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the Time Vortex apart. MASTER: That's suicide. RASSILON: We will ascend to become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies, free of time, and cause and effect, while creation itself ceases to be. DOCTOR: You see now? That's what they were planning in the final days of the War. I had to stop them. MASTER: Then, take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory. RASSILON: You are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making. No more. (The Doctor is on his feet, aiming the revolver at the Lord President.) RASSILON: Choose your enemy well. We are many. The Master is but one. MASTER: But he's the President. Kill him, and Gallifrey could be yours. (The Doctor turns and aims at the Master.) MASTER: He's to blame, not me. Oh, the link is inside my head. Kill me, the link gets broken, they go back. You never would, you coward. Go on then. Do it. (The Doctor aims at the Lord President again.) MASTER: Exactly. It's not just me, it's him. He's the link. Kill him! RASSILON: The final act of your life is murder. But which one of us? (Behind the Lord President, the Woman lowers her hands and looks over the Doctor's shoulder. He turns back to face the Master.) DOCTOR: Get out of the way. (The Master moves and the Doctor shoots the diamond in its gizmo. The link explodes and the Time Lords are sucked away.) DOCTOR: The link is broken. Back into the Time War, Rassilon. Back into hell. VISIONARY [OC]: Gallifrey falling! Gallifrey falls! RASSILON: You'll die with me, Doctor. DOCTOR: I know. (Rassilon aims his gauntlet at the Doctor. The Woman covers her face again.) MASTER: Get out of the way. (The Doctor steps back and the Master attacks the Lord President with his energy.) MASTER: You did this to me! All of my life! You made me! One! Two! Three! Four! (Rassilon is forced to his knees. The Time Lords and the Master disappear in a bright light and Gallifrey fades away from the sky. The people rejoice.) DOCTOR: I'm alive. I've. There was. I'm still alive. (Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock, knock.) WILF: They gone, then? Yeah, good-o. If you could let me out? DOCTOR: Yeah. WILF: Only, this thing seems to be making a bit of a noise. DOCTOR: The Master left the Nuclear Bolt running. It's gone into overload. WILF: And that's bad, is it? DOCTOR: No, because all the excess radiation gets vented inside there. Vinvocci glass contains it. All five hundred thousand rads, about to flood that thing. WILF: Oh. Well, you'd better let me out, then. DOCTOR: Except it's gone critical. Touch one control and it floods. Even this would set it off. (The sonic screwdriver.) WILF: I'm sorry. DOCTOR: Sure. WILF: Look, just leave me. DOCTOR: Okay, right then, I will. Because you had to go in there, didn't you? You had to go and get stuck, oh yes. Because that's who you are, Wilfred. You were always this. Waiting for me all this time. WILF: No really, just leave me. I'm an old man, Doctor. I've had my time. DOCTOR: Well, exactly. Look at you. Not remotely important. But me? I could do so much more. So much more! But this is what I get. My reward. And it's not fair! Oh. Oh. I've lived too long. WILF: No. No, no, please, please don't. No, don't! Please don't! Please! DOCTOR: Wilfred, it's my honour. Better be quick. Three, two, one. (The Doctor quickly goes into the open booth and unlocks Wilf's side. Wilf runs out and red light floods the Doctor's booth. It hurts a lot. The Doctor curls up into a ball. Then the power shuts down. After a few moments, the Doctor gets up.) WILF: What? Hello. DOCTOR: Hi. WILF: Still with us? DOCTOR: The system's dead. I absorbed it all. Whole thing's kaput. Oh. Now it opens, yeah. (The Doctor comes out of the booth.) WILF: Well, there we are, then. Safe and sound. Mind you, you're in hell of a state. You've got some battle scars there. (The Doctor rubs his face and the cuts vanish.) WILF: But they've. Your face. How did you do that? DOCTOR: It's started. (Wilf hugs the Doctor.)

[Nobles' home]

(Donna is out cold on the settee.) SHAUN: It's no good. She's freezing. How long was she lying there? It's like hypothermia. Try them again. SYLVIA: I did, it's engaged. Everyone's dialling 999. I can't get through. SHAUN: We've got to do something. Wake her up. Donna? Can you hear me? Donna? (Sylvia hears the sound of the Tardis materialising outside. Donna opens her eyes.) SHAUN: Donna? It's me. I'm here. You're safe. You're home. DONNA: But I was. What happened? Did I miss something again?

[Outside the Noble's home]

(Sylvia runs to the front door and sees Wilf and the Doctor come out of the Tardis.) DOCTOR: Oh, she's smiling. As if today wasn't bad enough. Anyway, don't go thinking this is goodbye, Wilf. I'll see you again, one more time. WILF: What do you mean? When's that? DOCTOR: Just keep looking. I'll be there. WILF: Where are you going? DOCTOR: To get my reward.

[Abandoned factory]

(Martha and Mickey Smith are running from explosions.) MICKEY: I told you to stay behind. MARTHA: Well, you looked like you needed help. Besides, you're the one who persuaded me to go freelance. MICKEY: Yeah, but we're being fired at by a Sontaran. A dumpling with a gun. And this is no place for a married woman. MARTHA: Well then, You shouldn't have married me. (A Sontaran - Commander Jask, apparently - is on a catwalk behind them with a clear shot, when the Doctor hits him on the probic vent with a hammer. ) MICKEY: If we go in here and down to the factory floor, and down past that corridor, then he won't know that we're here. MARTHA: Mickey. (She sees the Doctor on the catwalk.) MARTHA: Mickey. MICKEY: Hey! (They hug to the sound of the Tardis dematerialising.)

[Bannerman Road]

(Young Luke Smith is on the phone.) LUKE: That was the maddest Christmas ever, Clive. Mum still doesn't know what happened. She got Mister Smith to put out this story saying that Wi-Fi went mad all across the world, giving everyone hallucinations. I mean, how else do you explain it? Everyone with a different face (Luke crosses the road without looking, and the Doctor drags him away from being run down.) LUKE: But it's you! You're (The Doctor walks back to the Tardis.) LUKE: Mum! Mum! SARAH: What? What is it? LUKE: It's him. It's the Doctor. (The Doctor waves goodbye.)

[Alien bar]

(Complete with Raxacoricofallapatorian, Graske, and a little Adipose. Jack Harkness is drinking alone and that Murray Gold song is being sung.) JUDOON: Cho no fro jo ko fo to do. SINGER: I'm a country girl, I ain't see a lot, but you came along and my heart went pop. You took a little street car to my heart (The barman puts a piece of paper in front of Jack.) BARMAN: From the man over there. (Jack looks up and sees the Doctor.) SINGER: And an apple of love fell off my apple cart. You looked at me, my heart began to pound. You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around. (The paper says, his name is Alonso. A young man in Edwardian naval uniform sits next to Jack.) SINGER: Hey, but it don't have to be eternally. My bad, bad angel put the Devil in me! You put the Devil in me. (Jack salutes the Doctor then turns to the young man.) SINGER: You lured me in with your cold grey eyes. JACK: So, Alonso, going my way? ALONSO: How do you know my name? JACK: I'm kind of psychic. ALONSO: Really? JACK: Yeah. ALONSO: Do you know what I'm thinking right now? JACK: Oh, yeah. SINGER: My bad, bad angel, you put the devil in me.

[Bookshop]

VERITY: No, it's not just a story, no. Every word of it's true. I found my great grandmother's diary in the loft, and she was a nurse in 1913, and she fell in love with this man called John Smith. Except he was a visitor from another world. She fell in love with a man from the stars. And she wrote it all down. (She signs the book for the young man. A Journal of Impossible Things, by Verity Newman, who is the spitting image of her great-grandmother Joan Redfern) MAN: Thank you. (The next book is presented for signing.) VERITY: And who's it for? DOCTOR: The Doctor. VERITY: To the Doctor. Funny, that's the name he used. (She looks up at him.) DOCTOR: Was she happy in the end? VERITY: Yes. Yes, she was. Were you?

[Outside a church]

(The bells are ringing for the end of a wedding ceremony. Donna and Shaun are married.) WILF: You look lovely. Come here. (He kisses them both.) WILF: Everybody, three cheers. Hip, hip ALL: Hooray! WILF: Hip, hip ALL: Hooray! WILF: Hip, hip ALL: Hooray! DONNA: Right, come on then, you lot. This photo is just with friends. Come on. And I want all of you in it. Come on. That's it. Well, friends, and Nerys. Oh, I'm only joking. Oh, look at her. NERYS: You made me wear peach. DONNA: That's because you are a peach. Furry skin, stone inside, going off. PHOTOGRAPHER: Okay, smile. ALL: Cheese! MINNIE: How about it, Wilfred? WILF: Eh? MINNIE: Well, it's never too late. WILF: Will you behave, Minnie. Honestly. MINNIE: I'm going to catch that bouquet. WILF: Oh, dear. (Sylvia sees the Doctor and the Tardis just outside the lych gate.) SYLVIA: Dad. (They go over to him.) WILF: And here you are, eh? Same old face. Didn't I tell you you'd be all right? Oh! They've arrested Mister Naismith. It was on the news. Crimes undisclosed. And his daughter. Both of them, locked up. But I keep thinking, Doctor, there's one thing you never told me. That woman. Who was she? DOCTOR: I just wanted to give you this. Wedding present. Thing is, I never carry money, so I just popped back in time, borrowed a quid off a really lovely man. Geoffrey Noble, his name was. Have it, he said. Have that on me. (Sylvia is nearly in tears.) PHOTOGRAPHER: Smile! (Wilf gives the envelope to Donna.) DONNA: Oh, don't tell me, it's a bill. Just what I need, right now. A lottery ticket? What a cheap present. Who was that? Still, you never know. It's a triple rollover this week. I might get lucky. Oi, Shaun! Come on, we're on a tight schedule. Oxtail soup at two thirty. (Wilf salutes the Doctor before he leaves.)

[Powell Estate]

ROSE: I'm late now. I've missed it. It's midnight. Mickey's going to be calling me everything. This is your fault. JACKIE: No, it's not. It's Jimbo. He said he was going to give us a lift, then he said his axle broke. I can't help it. ROSE: Get rid of him, Mum. He's useless. JACKIE: Listen to you, with a mechanic. Be fair, though. My time of life I'm not going to do much better. ROSE: Don't be like that. You never know. There could be someone out there. JACKIE: Maybe, one day. Happy New Year. ROSE: Happy New Year! Don't stay out all night. JACKIE: Try and stop me. (They walk in opposite directions. Rose turns when she hears the Doctor grunt with pain.) ROSE: You all right, mate? DOCTOR: Yeah. ROSE: Too much to drink? DOCTOR: Something like that. ROSE: Maybe it's time you went home. DOCTOR: Yeah. ROSE: Anyway, Happy New Year. DOCTOR: And you. What year is this? ROSE: Blimey, how much have you had? 2005, January the first. DOCTOR: 2005. Tell you what. I bet you're going to have a really great year. ROSE: Yeah? See you. (Rose runs off. The Doctor staggers painfully back towards the Tardis.) SIGMA: We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending, but the story never ends.

[Tardis]

(Golden energy streams from his hand. He sets the Tardis going.) DOCTOR: I don't want to go. (The golden energy regenerates David Tennant, and starts a lot of fires in the Tardis. He turns into a gangly hyperactive drink of water with a long fringe of hair dangling over one eye. Well, I suppose at least Matt Smith does look slightly alien.) DOCTOR: Legs. I've still got legs. Good. Arms. Hands. Ooo, fingers. Lots of fingers. Ears, yes. Eyes, two. Nose, I've had worse. Chin, blimey. Hair. I'm a girl! No. No. I'm not a girl. And still not ginger. And something else. Something important. I'm, I'm, I'm (Bang!) DOCTOR: Ha! Crashing! (The Tardis is plummeting back down to Earth.) DOCTOR: Ha, ha! Whoo hoo hoo! Ah! Geronimo!