(We see and hear the psychedelic vortex and music of Classic episodes, and then a shadow on a stone wall. The camera pulls back, and we see that it is cast by a police officer walking past the famous junkyard of “I. M. Foreman / Scrap Merchant / 76, Totter's Lane” and the “Coal Hill / Secondary School / Shoreditch”. The sign for the latter reveals that I. Chesteron is the chairman of the governors of the school, and the headmaster is “W. Coburn”, a reference to Waris Hussein and Anthony Coburn, who directed and wrote the show's very first episode.)
CLARA (voiceover):
“Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.” Marcus Aurelius.
[cut to inside] (The schoolbell rings; class is dismissed. Clara begins erasing the quotation from the board.
A young man rushes into her classroom )
CLARA (noticing him):
Have you been running?
MAN:
Are you okay? There was a call for you at the office. From your ... doctor.
CLARA (smiling to herself, then turning to him):
Did he leave an address?
(The MAN hands CLARA a piece of paper. She takes it and rushes to her desk, grabbing her motorcycle jacket and helmet.)
[cut to outside] (A clock shows the time, 5:16, as she drives away from the school. That was the time the first episode of the show aired, on the 23rd of November, 1963.
We follow CLARA down several streets and through a tunnel out into the open countryside where, just a bit down from an intersection, she spots the TARDIS. She smiles and drives straight at it, honking her horn. The doors open just in time for her to drive inside.
The ELEVENTH DOCTOR, wearing reading glasses, looks up from a book on Advanced Quantum Mechanics.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (still reading, but feeling the breeze from the open door):
Draft!
(CLARA, though wearing leather riding gloves, manages to snap her fingers; the doors close.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (closing the book and turning to CLARA, maintaining a look of boredom):
Fancy a week in ancient Mesopotamia? Followed by future Mars?
CLARA (hiding her own excitement):
Will there be cocktails?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
On the moon.
CLARA:
Moon'll do.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR and CLARA finally grin. They are excited to see one another again; indeed, before a second has passed, their smiles have burst into little laughs. They rush to hug each other.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
How's the new job? Teaching anything good?
CLARA:
No. Learn anything?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Not a thing?
(They smile and clasp hands in a double high five. At just that moment, the TARDIS doors lock down and the console screens flash a warning: “Alert: TARDIS interference detected”.)
CLARA:
What's happening?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Whoa! Whoa! We're taking off! But the engines aren't going!
[cut to outside] (We see that the TARDIS is being lifted, like a toy in a crane game, by a helicopter.)
HELICOPTER PILOT (over intercom):
Bluebell to level's Greyhound Leader.* Blue Eagle is airborne. Ready to receive. We're on our way.
* (I am uncertain of this bit of dialogue. Another Whovian I talked to heard it as “Windmill Eleven to Greyhound Leader”.)
[cut to inside] (The ELEVENTH DOCTOR flips controls, helpless, then rushes to the door and looks out.)
[cut to UNIT HQ, the tower of London] (A phone rings.)
YOUNG WOMAN (heard but not seen):
Hello? Kate Stewart's phone.
(After a pause in which it can be presumed that the Doctor identified himself or his displeasure:) Oh. Hold on.
(The woman, seen to be a brunette in a white labcoat with a familiar multi-coloured scarf, rushes past yeomen dressed in black and red.) Excuse me! Sorry!
(She reaches an older blonde who is dressed all in black, sitting on a park bench.)
Mom! Mom!
KATE:
The ravens are looking a bit sluggish. Tell Malcom they need new batteries.
YOUNG WOMAN (later revealed to be OSGOOD):
It's him.
(KATE looks at her inquisitively.)
Sorry! It's your personal phone, but ... well... I recognised the ringtone.
It's him, isn't it?
KATE (to OSGOOD, just before answering the phone):
Inhaler!
(On the phone:) Doctor, hello! We found the TARDIS in a field. I'm having it brought here.
[The camera cuts back and forth between the TARDIS and the Tower for the following dialogue.]
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (hanging out of the TARDIS as it flies over London, speaking on the phone):
No kidding!
KATE:
Where are you?
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR holds the phone up into the air so that she can hear the helicopter blades.)
KATE (standing in shock):
Oh my god! Oh, Doctor, I'm so sorry! We had no idea you were still in there.
(motioning OSGOOD to follow her:) Come on!
HELICOPTER PILOT:
Roger. New heading: two seven zero. Changing course.
(Jostled, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR falls out of the TARDIS.)
CLARA (screaming and running to the door, catching his feet just before he falls completely out):
Doctor!
KATE:
Doctor, can you hear me?
(The TARDIS phone, which is also dangling by its cord out of the TARDIS, smacks the ELEVENTH DOCTOR in the face.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Ow!
KATE (to OSGOOD):
I don't think he can hear me.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (having grasped the phone):
Next time, would it kill you to knock?
KATE:
I'm having you taken directly to the scene.
(The helicopter carries the TARDIS over London, past the Shard, over the Thames, past the Eye...)
KATE:
Doctor? Hello? Are you okay?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (dangling out of the TARDIS upside down, his feet held by CLARA):
I'm just gonna put you on hold!
KATE:
Doctor?
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR hangs up the phone and rights himself, flipping right-side-up and grabbing pop-down handles on the bottom of the TARDIS.
The helicopter at last sets the TARDIS down in Trafalgar Square, where KATE and OSGOOD, and a squad of soldiers, await its arrival.)
SOLDER:
A-tten-tion!
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR lets go of the handles and strides onto the ground. He salutes the soldiers before thinking about what he is doing.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Why am I saluting?
KATE:
Doctor! As chief scientific officer, may I extend the official apologies of UNIT.
ELEVENTH 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 (considering how childish that sounds):
That probably sounded better in his head.
KATE:
I'm acting on instructions direct from the throne.
(OSGOOD fishes an envelope out of her pocket. It is brown with age. Its red wax seal is miraculously still intact, despite the fact that it just spent some time crammed into a labcoat pocket, and despite the fact that its contents are evidently known to KATE.)
KATE:
Sealed orders from her majesty, Queen Elizabeth the First.
CLARA:
The Queen? The first? Hang on, sorry... Elizabeth the First?
KATE:
Her credentials are inside.
(She stops the ELEVENTH DOCTOR, who had begun to open the envelope.)
Ah, no. Inside! (She points to the art museum they are all standing outside.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (to the OSGOOD):
Nice scarf!
KATE (to the OSGOOD, after the ELEVENTH DOCTOR has started towards the museum):
What's our cover story for this?
OSGOOD:
Ehm... Darren Brown.
KATE:
Again?
OSGOOD:
Well, we sent him flowers.
(The expression on KATE's face, which has been rather grave and worried, finally lightens up a little, almost as if she is amused. The ELEVENTH DOCTOR and CLARA make their way up the very long stairs that lead to the museum, as the episode's title flashes onto the screen: “The Day of the Doctor”.
Inside the museum, CLARA and the ELEVENTH DOCTOR approach a set of doors which two soldiers are blocking.)
CLARA:
Did you know her? Elizabeth the First?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
The Unified Intelligence Task Force.
CLARA:
Sorry?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
This lot. UNIT. They investigate alien stuff. Anything alien.
CLARA:
What, like you?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I work for them.
CLARA:
You have a job?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Why shouldn't I have a job? I'd be brilliant at having a job.
CLARA (amused):
You don't have a job.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I do! This is my job. I'm doing it now.
(CLARA and the ELEVENTH DOCTOR walk through a gallery of paintings, followed by OSGOOD and KATE.)
CLARA:
You never have a job.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I do! I do.
(The foursome reach a large painting, which is covered by a tarp and guarded by two soldiers. The soldiers remove the tarp, revealing a scene of fire: a citadel rises in the centre of a large city, burning. The sky is burnt orange. The buildings are ruins covered in ash.)
KATE:
Elizabeth's credentials, Doctor.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR has stopped dead in his tracks. CLARA also looks concerned. Something is not right.)
CLARA (noticing the most salient feature of the painting):
But... but that's not possible.
[cut] (For an instant, we are somewhere dark, unknown — perhaps deep in the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's memories of the scene the painting shows. He looks stern. The kindness and whimsy that usually fill him have been replaced with furious resolve. He intones “no more”.)
[cut] (We are back in the gallery. He repeats the words softly, as if recalling them sadly from a distant memory: “no more”. Beside him, CLARA looks alarmed, almost afraid.)
KATE:
That's the title.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (brushing her remark aside like an annoyance):
I know the title.
KATE:
Also known as “Gallifrey falls”.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (speaking softly, and gravely, almost as if he is afraid):
This painting doesn't belong here. Not in this time or place.
CLARA (softly, still transfixed):
Obviously.
(As the camera steps back, it becomes apparent that the painting is broader than can be seen when one looks at it head on; it is like the outside world seen through a window: one can see more or less of it, and different angles, as one changes one's own position relative to the window.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
It's the fall of Arcadia, Gallifrey's second city.
(We have heard that name before. When the Tenth Doctor encountered the Daleks of the Cult of Skaro, they asked him how he survived the Time War. He replied: “By fighting... on the front line. I was there at the fall of Arcadia. Someday, I might even come to terms with that.”)
CLARA (looking at the painting):
But ... how is it doing that? How is that possible?
CLARA (stepping towards the painting):
It's an oil painting. (She reaches towards it, and from this closer perspective sees a Dalek ship, behind the frame, firing on the citadel.) In 3-D.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (reverence and sadness in his voice):
Time Lord art. Bigger on the inside. A slice of real time. Frozen.
(We see a close-up on the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's eyes, and hear air-raid sirens, probably in his memory.)
KATE:
Elizabeth told us where to find it. And its significance.
[cut] (In the same dark place as before, we see the ELEVENTH DOCTOR, eyes and mouth wide in horror or anger, but we do not hear his scream. We see one hand reaching for another.)
[cut to the gallery] (It becomes apparent that it is the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's hand, reaching for and clasping CLARA's in the gallery. After glancing at CLARA, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's head sinks; his eyes close.)
CLARA (concerned, seeing how the painting is affecting the ELEVENTH DOCTOR):
You okay?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (opening his eyes):
He was there...
CLARA:
Who was?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (not taking his eyes off the painting):
Me.
[cut] (In his mind, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR is along in the gallery, standing before the painting; the others are gone. We see a close-up of his eyes. They shift, becoming those of the WAR DOCTOR.)
[cut] (The others are visible again.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
The other me.
The one I don't talk about.
CLARA (looking at him):
I don't understand.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (looking at the painting):
I've had many faces. Many lives.
I don't admit to all of them.
There's one life I've tried very hard to forget.
[cut] (We see the ELEVENTH DOCTOR in the dark place.)
[cut] (In the same dark place, we see the WAR DOCTOR, and hear his gravelly voice intone authoritatively "no more".)
[cut] (Back in the gallery, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's face is marked by ... grief. Perhaps even regret.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War ... and that ... was the day he did it.
The day I did it.
The day he killed them all.
The last day of the Time War,
the war to end all wars,
between my people and the Daleks.
And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other.
A man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe.
And that man ... was me.
(The camera zooms into the painting, through the ruined streets, to an exploding Dalek and an old man standing, calm, his back to it.)
[cut] (The camera cuts to space, with countless Dalek ships firing on a planet. O Fortuna plays. The ships release Dalek warriors which fly down to the surface of the planet, into the ruined city, where it is now night, either because the sun has set or because the smoke has blotted it out completely. As the Daleks fire on the city, and a few scattered soldiers fire back, civilians run amidst the rubble, trying to escape. On-screen, a caption announces that this is the last day of the Time War.
A Dalek advances down a street. “Exterminate! Exterminate!”
A Gallifreyan soldier, carrying a large weapon that resembles a rocket launcher, runs down another street. He makes it into a building, momentarily safe, and opens his comm unit.)
SOLDIER:
Message for the High Council. Priority: Omega. Arcadia has fallen. I repeat: Arcadia has fallen.
(The SOLDIER finishes his transmission and looks up, only to see a blue police box: the TARDIS.
The WAR DOCTOR strides calmly into view.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Soldier... I'm going to need your gun.
(While the soldier looks on, the WAR DOCTOR uses the gun to blast a message onto the wall.
Outside, Daleks converge on and trap a group of refugees.)
DALEKS:
Exterminate! Exterminate! Ex-ter-min-ate!
GALLIFREYAN CIVILIAN (to the DALEKS which are preparing to fire):
Please! Please, just don't!
(Children cower behind their parents. The Daleks prepare to fire.)
[cut] (Inside, the WAR DOCTOR continues carving his message on the wall. The Daleks detect this...)
DALEK:
Alert! Alert! The Doctor is detected!
OTHER DALEK:
The Doctor is surrounded! Inform High Command!
We have the Doctor!
Seek! Locate! Destroy! The Doctor!
(Inside, the WAR DOCTOR has finished his message: “no more”. The SOLDIER looks at the message, and at the engraver. The Daleks converge on the building.)
DALEKS:
Seek! Locate! Destroy!
Seek! ...
(The TARDIS smashes through a different wall, not the one with the message. Engines phasing; it smashes right into the Daleks, which are destroyed. It flies out into space...)
DALEK (dying):
The Doctor is escaping!
(looking at his message on the wall) What - are - these - words? Explain! Ex-plain!
(An explosion destroys the Dalek.)
[cut] (We fly over the Citadel, Gallifrey's Capitol, which is also being fired upon. It gleams in the sun — the parts that are visible through the smoke. We rise up and then dive down into the Citadel, a spire in the middle of a pit, connected to the surrounding land by the long, thin bridges the Time Lords favour.)
TIME LORD 1:
The High Council is in emergency session, they have plans of their own.
TIME LORD GENERAL:
To hell with the High Council; their plans have already failed. (A caption announces that the pair of Time Lords we are following are entering Gallifrey's War Room.) Gallifrey's still in the line of fire.
So... he was there, then?
TIME LORD 1 (a black man, the episode's token black character):
He left a message. (He touches a button and a holograph of the wall appears.) A written warning for the Daleks. He's a fool!
TIME LORD GENERAL (a bald or shaven white man):
No. He's a madman.
TIME LORD 1:
As you can see, sir, all Dalek fleets surrounding the planet, now converging on the Capitol, ... but the sky trenches are holding.
(An explosion shakes the room.)
GENERAL:
Where did he go next?
TIME LORD 1:
What does it matter? This is their biggest-ever attack! Sir, they're throwing everything at us!
TIME LORD 2 (a white woman; running into the scene with news):
Sir! We have a security breach to the Time Vaults.
(TIME LORD 2 and the GENERAL move to an adjacent console and review a holograph of the vaults.)
GENERAL:
The omega arsenal. Where all the forbidden weapons are locked away.
TIME LORD 1:
They're not forbidden anymore. We've used them all against the Daleks.
GENERAL:
No. No, we haven't.
[cut] (The Time Lords are striding down a corridor into the arsenal.)
GENERAL (reviewing an empty pedestal):
The Moment is gone!
TIME LORD 1:
I don't understand! What is the Moment? I've never heard of it.
GENERAL:
The galaxy-eater. Final work of the ancients of Gallifrey. A weapon so powerful, the operating system became sentient. According to legend, it developed a conscience.
TIME LORD 1:
And we've never used it?
GENERAL:
How do you use a weapon of ultimate mass destruction when it can stand in judgement on you?
[cut] (We are somewhere far away from civilisation. The TARDIS sits in the sand, a trail of footprints leading away from it.)
GENERAL (voiceover):
There is only one man who would even try.
(The camera, which has been looking down from above, 'lands' and looks out over the landscape: sand, sand, desert, and in the distance, jagged, mesa-like mountains.)
WAR DOCTOR (not yet seen):
Time Lords of Gallifrey,
Daleks of Skaro,
I serve notice on you all.
(The WAR DOCTOR, walking across the sand, comes into view.)
Too long I have stayed my hand.
(With sadness in his voice:) No more.
Today, you leave me no choice.
Today, this war will end.
No more...
No more.
(Large birds like pterodactyls fly through the sky, cawing. The WAR DOCTOR looks at a single rickety shack. Wherever we are, it is far from battle—far from everything. The DOCTOR goes to the shack. He opens the door, enters, and sets his burlap sack on the ground. He removes the entity within it: a box of clockwork gears that tick and almost seem to breathe. He touches a gear, and other gears set in motion.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Oh... how do you work?
Why is there never a big, red button?
(The box is covered in Circular Gallifreyan glyphs.
The WAR DOCTOR hears the pattering of a wolf's feet on straw or whatever other debris lines the bottom of the shack. He looks up, sees nothing, and goes to the door. He opens it, and from behind him, we see the box, the empty shack, and him looking out its door.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Hello? Somebody there?
(We see over his shoulder as he looks out. Then, from behind him, a voice...)
ROSE:
It's nothing.
(We look back and see that ROSE is now sitting atop the box.)
It's just a wolf.
WAR DOCTOR (going over to her quickly):
Don't sit on that!
ROSE:
Why not?
WAR DOCTOR (taking her by the arm and pulling her up):
Because it's not a chair!
It's the most dangerous weapon in the universe.
(The WAR DOCTOR leads ROSE by the arm and pushes her out the door, shutting and locking it. When he looks back, she is sitting on the box again.)
ROSE:
Why can't it be both?
(The WAR DOCTOR and ROSE stare at each other.)
Why'd you park so far away?
Didn't you want her to see it?
WAR DOCTOR:
Want who to see?
ROSE (speaking mockingly slowly):
The - TAR - DIS.
(She pops up and saunters over to him.)
You walked for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles...!
WAR DOCTOR:
I was thinking...
ROSE (suddenly very serious, her voice deep and imposing):
I heard you.
WAR DOCTOR (his eyes showing his intrigue):
You heard me?
ROSE (speaking in her mockingly slow way again, as if making fun of the words themselves and their doctoral speaker):
No ... more ...
(The WAR DOCTOR tilts his head, still eying ROSE. ROSE does something of a jig in place.)
ROSE (speaking quickly, comically):
No more!
(Now we hear the words in the WAR DOCTOR's mind, in his gravelly, sad but certain voice: "No more".)
ROSE (striding forward in her jig, her voice very deep, close to his):
No more!
WAR DOCTOR (in the dark place of his memory):
No more.
ROSE (at the same time):
No more!
No more!
WAR DOCTOR:
Stop it!
ROSE (quickly, as if to squeeze it in before he silences her):
No more!
WAR DOCTOR:
Who are you?
(The Moment-box ticks.)
WAR DOCTOR:
It's activating! Get out of here!
(ROSE rolls her eyes because he has not yet understood. The WAR DOCTOR goes over to the box and tries to pick it up, but finds that it is hot.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Ow!
ROSE:
What's wrong?
WAR DOCTOR:
The interface is hot.
ROSE (sultry):
Well, I do my best.
WAR DOCTOR:
And the power source inside...
(The WAR DOCTOR looks up, realising. He turns to ROSE.)
WAR DOCTOR:
You're the interface?
ROSE (amused):
They must have told you the Moment had a conscience...
(She waves and giggles.) Hello!
(As the WAR DOCTOR looks back at the box:) Oh, look at you... stuck between a girl and a box. Story of you life, eh Doctor?
WAR DOCTOR (squinting):
You know me?
ROSE (serious again):
I hear you.
All of you, jangling around in that dusty old head of yours.
(She runs her hands over her hips.) I chose this face and form especially for you.
It's from your past.
(Her eyes narrow and her brow furrows as she thinks.) Past or your future, I always get those two mixed up.
WAR DOCTOR:
I don't have a future.
ROSE:
I think I'm called ... Rose Tyler.
No. Yes. No, sorry, no ...
In this form, I'm called ... Bad Wolf. (Her eyes light up momentarily like the human Rose's did when she was possessed of the time vortex.)
Are you afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Doctor?
WAR DOCTOR:
Stop calling me “Doctor”.
That's the name in your head.
WAR DOCTOR:
It shouldn't be.
I've been fighting this war for a long time.
I've lost the right to be the Doctor.
ROSE:
Then you're the one to save us all...?
WAR DOCTOR (wearily):
Yeah...
ROSE (impressed, perhaps amused):
If I ever develop an ego, you've got the job!
(The WAR DOCTOR, who has been kneeling by the box, stands and walks over to face ROSE.)
WAR DOCTOR:
If you have been inside my head,
then you know what I have seen.
Suffering.
Every moment in time and space is burning.
It must end.
I intend to end it the only way I can.
(There is no hope in his eyes.)
ROSE:
And you're going to use me to end it?
By killing them all?
Daleks and Time Lords alike, ...
(She thinks.)
I could.
But there will be consequences for you.
WAR DOCTOR:
I have no desire to survive this.
ROSE:
Then that's your punishment.
If you do this.
If you kill them all, then that's the consequence.
(slowly:) You live.
Gallifrey ... you're going to burn it. And all those Daleks with it, but all those children, too.
(She turns to him:) How many children on Gallifrey right now?
WAR DOCTOR (picturing children, laughing, running ribbons around a Maypole):
I don't know.
ROSE:
One day you will count them. One terrible night.
(A sad look on her face, she leans in close, putting her face close to his:) Do you want to see what that will turn you into?
(He looks at her; her expression lightens considerably and she nudges him:) Come on! I know you're curious!
(Smiling, ROSE opens a portal in the air above them.)
ROSE:
I'm opening windows on your future.
A tangle in time through the days to come to the man today will make of you.
(A red fez falls through the portal. ROSE and the WAR DOCTOR look at it, not comprehending.)
'kay, I wasn't expecting that.
[cut] (After a flash of fire, in the Doctor's memory, we are back in the gallery in London.)
CLARA:
But the Time War's over.
Why have you brought us here to look at a painting?
KATE:
Well, the painting only serves as Elizabeth's credentials. Proof that the letter is from her. It's not why you're here.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR breaks the seal on the letter and opens it.)
ELIZABETH (voiceover):
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 Undergallery, where deadly danger to England is locked away. Should any disturbance occur within its walls, it is my wish that you be summoned. God speed, gentle husband.
(As these words are heard, Elizabeth is seen writing the letter, closing it, sealing it with wax, and stamping the wax.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (to KATE):
What happened?
KATE:
Easier to show you.
(KATE, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR and CLARA leave the room. At that moment, the phone of a MAN in a labcoat who has been standing with them rings. He answers.)
MAN (MCGILLAN/MCGILLIOP):
[McGillan/McGilliop.] (After a pause during which the person on the other end can be presumed to have spoken, he lowers his phone to examine the call metadata. Surprised, he raises the phone back to his ear.)
But that's not possible, I was just...
(Another pause.)
Understood sir, but ... why would I take it there?
[cut] (The ELEVENTH DOCTOR and CLARA enter another room; a metal door closes behind them.
The door on the opposite wall is a massive painting of Elizabeth and the Tenth Doctor.)
CLARA:
Elizabeth the First. You knew her, then?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
A long time ago...
[cut] (The camera pans away from a castle, over a moat or river, to the English countryside. The time and place are announced on-screen as England, 1562.
We hear a horse galloping, and see it emerge from the TARDIS, which is parked on a little hill by a patch of trees outside the moat. We hear the recognisable voice of the TENTH DOCTOR, and the giggle of a woman.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Allons-y!
(The TENTH DOCTOR halts the horse and turns it to face the TARDIS; he then turns his own face to Queen Elizabeth the First, who is seated behind him.)
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.
(She snuggles against him and giggles.)
ELIZABETH (now reclining, with the Doctor, on a hill, near a circular tent):
Tell me, Doctor, why I'm wasting my time on you.
I have wars to plan.
TENTH DOCTOR (drinking wine, gazing to the feast laid out on the grass to his right):
You have a picnic to eat!
ELIZABETH:
You could help me!
DOCTOR (plucking a grape and feeding it to her):
Well... I'm helping you eat the picnic.
(The camera adopts a male gaze down ELIZABETH's corset.
ELIZABETH swallows the grape the TENTH DOCTOR has put into her mouth, then raises herself up a bit to look him in the face.)
ELIZABETH (her voice still soppy/sappy with either amusement, infatuation, or both):
But you have a stomach for war.
(She puts her hand on his chin.) This face has seen conflict. It's clear as day.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, I've seen conflict like you wouldn't believe ... but it wasn't this face.
(He gets up, knocking her off him.)
But never mind that, your majesty! Pop up! On your feet!
ELIZABETH:
How dare you? I'm the Queen of England!
TENTH DOCTOR:
I'm not English.
(After she has risen, he kneels before her.)
Elizabeth, will you marry me?
ELIZABETH:
Oh my dear, sweet love, of course I will.
TENTH DOCTOR (rising to his feet):
Ah! Gotcha!
ELIZABETH (her unflinching lovey-dovey-ness becoming by now a bit grating):
My love?
TENTH DOCTOR:
One: the real Elizabeth would never have accepted my marriage proposal.
Two: the real Elizabeth would notice when I just casually mention having a difference face.
But then, the real Elizabeth isn't a shape-shifting alien from outer space...
And ... (He takes an odd gadget out of his pocket and pushes it into her face; it dings.)
Ding!
ELIZABETH:
What's that?
TENTH DOCTOR:
It's a machine that goes ... ding! (On cue, it 'dings' again.)
(An English flag is flying behind them and their horse is nibbling on the grass.)
TENTH DOCTOR (extending the gadget's antenna):
Made it myself! Lights up in the presence of shape-shifting DNA.
Oohh! (The console on the device has lit up. He shows it to her.) Also can microwave frozen dinners from up to twenty feet and download comics from the future. I never know when to stop...
ELIZABETH:
I've... I've... I do not understand...
TENTH DOCTOR:
I'm not your love, and yes you do! (He leans in close.) You're a Zygon.
ELIZABETH (looking bewildered):
A Zygon?
TENTH DOCTOR (spinning around, triumphant):
Oh, stop it. It's over... you're a Zygon, yes... big, red, rubbery thing, covered in suckers.
(He does jazz hands.)
Surprisingly good kisser.
You think the real Queen of England would just decide to share her throne with any old handsome block in a tight suit?
(Behind them, the horse neighs. The TENTH DOCTOR adjusts his collar. ELIZABETH rolls her eyes.)
Just 'cause he's got amazing hair, and a nice horse.
(The TENTH DOCTOR turns around and notices that his horse has become a big, red, rubbery humanoid.)
TENTH DOCTOR (comprehending, as the Zygon approaches):
Oh... it was the horse!
(frightened by the realisation:) I'm gonna be king!
(to Elizabeth, forcefully:) Run!
ELIZABETH (alarmed):
What's happening?
TENTH DOCTOR:
We're being attacked by a shape-shifting alien from outer space, formerly disguised as my horse!
ELIZABETH (not understanding, her voice high and alarmed, as they run):
Well, what does that mean?
TENTH DOCTOR:
It means ... we're gonna need a new horse!
(The TENTH DOCTOR and ELIZABETH reach an isolated masonry arch and hide behind its frame on opposite sides of its opening.)
ELIZABETH (afraid):
Where's it going?
TENTH DOCTOR:
I'll hold it off, you run!
Your people need you!
ELIZABETH:
And I need you, alive, for our wedding day!
(ELIZABETH kisses the TENTH DOCTOR, then runs off.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, good work, Doctor... nice one... the Virgin Queen... semi-re-writes history...
(The TENTH DOCTOR runs through the archway.
[cut] The music rises and raises the tension; in the forest, Elizabeth is running. The trees are thin but so numerous that they blend into a fog whenever one tries to look too far into the distance.
[cut] The Doctor is running down a slope, away from the arch, into a patch of trees.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Aahh! I know you're there!
[cut] (In the forest, ELIZABETH is running, breathing heavily. She stops when she, and we, hear(s) the slop of a Zygon's red foot landing on the leaves and moss that cover the forest floor. ELIZABETH stands in her red dress near another patch of ruined masonry wall. She turns and sees the Zygon, and screams. The screen cuts to black.)
[cut] (We see the TENTH DOCTOR running through the forest.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
(He stops and points his sonic defensively at a rabbit which is perched atop a little clump of moss.)
Oh, very clever...
TENTH DOCTOR (gravely, to the rabbit):
Whatever you've got planned, forget it. I'm the Doctor. I'm nine hundred and four years old. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am the Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness...
(He leans in close, imposing his presence over the rabbit:)
And you... (he at last perceives the true nature of the organism before him) are basically just a rabbit, aren't you?
(The rabbit paws the moss adorably.)
TENTH DOCTOR (letting out a sigh of relief or disappointment):
Okay. Carry on. Just a ... general ... warning ...
(The TENTH DOCTOR wags his finger at the rabbit, and shakes his gadget. He rises and runs when he hears ELIZABETH's voice in the distance calling “Doctor!”
[cut] ELIZABETH is lying on the forest floor, perhaps wounded, but still breathing. The TENTH DOCTOR runs over to her, hopping over and under branches, parkour-style.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Elizabeth!
ELIZABETH:
That thing! Explain what it is!
What does it want of us?
TENTH DOCTOR:
That's what I'm trying to find out.
Probably just your planet.
(Another ELIZABETH runs up and calls out.)
ELIZABETH 2:
Doctor! Step away from her, Doctor!
That's not me! (She seems oddly sure of herself and not alarmed by her situation.)
That's the creature!
ELIZABETH 1 (curious, confused):
How is that possible?
She's me!
(alarmed:) Doctor! She's me!
(The TENTH DOCTOR takes out his gadget, extends its antenna, and points it from one to the other.)
ELIZABETH 2 (still sure of herself, her tone of voice almost mocking):
I am indeed me.
A compliment that cannot be extended to yourself.
(The two ELIZABETHS circle each other.)
ELIZABETH 1 (now more intrigued and impressed than alarmed):
Extraordinary! The creature has captured my exact likeness.
This is exceptional.
ELIZABETH 2 (cocking her head):
“Exceptional”? A queen would call it “impertinent”.
ELIZABETH 1:
A queen would feel compelled to admire the skill of the execution... before arranging one.
TENTH DOCTOR (shaking his gadget):
Argh... it's not working!
ELIZABETH 1:
One might surmise that the creature would learn quickly to protect itself from any simple means of detection.
(The TENTH DOCTOR's gadget dings, but when he points it at the pair of ELIZABETHS, who continue to simper at each other, it cannot distinguish one from the other.)
ELIZABETH 2:
Clearly you understand the creature better than I. But then, you have the advantage...
(With a whoosh, a portal opens in the air above the TENTH DOCTOR and the ELIZABETHS. The TENTH DOCTOR places himself between them and the portal.)
TENTH DOCTOR (to the ELIZABETHS):
Back! Both of you, now!
(in awe:) That's a time fissure... a tear in the fabric of reality... anything can happen...
(A red fez flies through the fissure and lands at the feet of the surprised TENTH DOCTOR.)
TENTH DOCTOR (confused):
For instance... a fez.
[cut] (We see the smoke of a candle wafts back into its wick, which resumes being lit. Wax unspills upwards back into the candle. Time flows backwards until we see oil painting of the TENTH DOCTOR and ELIZABETH in the museum.
The massive oil painting is flanked by soldiers. KATE goes to the left edge of it and begins to pull it back, revealing it to be a door.)
KATE (to the ELEVENTH DOCTOR and CLARA):
This way.
(Lights come on in the Undergallery as KATE and the others walk into its long entry-hall.)
Welcome to the Undergallery.
This is where Elizabeth the First kept all art deemed too dangerous for public consumption.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR steps gingerly over the floor; it is covered in a think layer of fine sand or dust. After a few steps, he pauses to run some of it between his fingers.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (examining a handful of the dust):
Stone dust?
KATE:
Is it important?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
In twelve hundred years, I've never stepped in anything that wasn't.
(CLARA and KATE look at the DOCTOR.
The DOCTOR hears someone catching her breath and turns to see OSGOOD in the other room. He calls to her.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Oi! You! Are you science-y?
OSGOOD (delighted):
Oh! Ehm, well, ehm, yes!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Got a name?
OSGOOD (nodding with her whole body in a little bow /baʊ/):
Yes!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Good! I've always wanted to meet someone called “Yes”.
Now, I want this stone dust analysed. (He pours his handful into her hand)
And ... I want a report! (CLARA crosses her arms, amused.)
In triplicate, with lots of graphs, and diagrams, and complicated sums!
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR turns and wags his finger at KATE:) On my desk tomorrow morning, ASAP, pronto, L-O-L.
(He wags his finger at CLARA.) See, job!
(He snaps and points to KATE.) Do I have a desk?
KATE:
No.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (to OSGOOD):
And I want a desk.
(OSGOOD looks unsure of whether or not to follow orders.)
KATE (to OSGOOD):
Get a team, analyse the stone dust.
(KATE turns, and CLARA turns to follow her. The ELEVENTH DOCTOR smiles at OSGOOD and then leaves. OSGOOD inhales, but can't because of her asthma.)
KATE (turning back to OSGOOD):
Inhaler!
(OSGOOD uses her inhaler.)
[cut] (KATE, CLARA and the DOCTOR stride through a corridor deeper in the Undergallery, past a lit-up stained-glass pufferfish and a red fez.
The ELEVENTH DOCTOR almost walks past the fez, but then notices it and stops. As KATE and CLARA continue walking into the next room, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR removes the glass case around the fez and puts it on his head. When CLARA turns back to look for him, he gestures to triumphantly at his new headgear.)
CLARA:
Some day, you could just walk past a fez...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Never gonna happen!
(With added spring in his step, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR waltzes into the room where KATE is talking to a man in a labcoat.
Glass is scattered across the floor of the room near the far wall, on which there are several more window-like, 3-D paintings.)
KATE:
This is why we called you in.
CLARA:
3-D again.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (looking at the floor):
Hm, interesting...
CLARA:
The broken glass?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
No.
Where it's broken from.
(He picks up a piece.) Look at the shatter patterns.
[cut] (We see and hear the glass breaking, minuscule splinters and larger shards flying outwards, away from some impact.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (discarding the piece he has been holding):
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.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
So?
KATE:
There used to be.
(She hands him a tablet computer upon which there are pictures of the paintings, which he can compare to the scene in front of him. He notices that in particular the figure of a hiker walking through a pass between the mountains of one of the pictures is missing.)
CLARA (moving closer to him):
Something's got out of the painting?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (softly, his eyes darting around the room):
Lots of somethings. Dangerous...
KATE:
This whole place has been searched...
(shaking her head in disbelief:) There's nothing here that shouldn't be, and nothing's got out...
(Just as the ELEVENTH DOCTOR is about to leave the room, a portal opens in the air with the sound of an electric jolt. He, CLARA and KATE turn to look at it.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, no... not now!
CLARA:
Doctor, what is it?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (annoyed):
No... not now... I'm busy!
KATE:
Is it to do with the paintings?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
No, no, this is different... I remember this... almost remember.
(He edges warily towards the portal. Then he remembers, and removes his fez. He looks at it, then at the portal.)
Oh, of course...
(CLARA and KATE look at the ELEVENTH DOCTOR, confused, not comprehending.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
This is where I come in!
(He rushes towards the portal and jumps into it.)
Geronimo!
CLARA (rushing towards him):
Doctor!
KATE (holding CLARA back):
Wait!
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR disappears into the portal and ...
[cut]
... lands in the leaves that cover the floor of the English forest in which the TENTH DOCTOR is crouching to examine the fez. The ELEVENTH DOCTOR, the wind knocks out of him, is slow getting to his feet. The TENTH DOCTOR bolts up more quickly with the facial expression of a surprised prairie dog. He puts the fez on his head as he rises.)
ELIZABETH 1 (standing next to ELIZABETH 2):
Who is this man?
TENTH DOCTOR:
That's just what I was wondering.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (admiring the TENTH):
I'm very skinny.
That is proper skinny! I've never seen it from the outside.
It's like a special effect.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR strides over to the TENTH DOCTOR and knocks the fez off his head.)
Oi! Ha. Matchstick man!
TENTH DOCTOR (softly, as the realisation creeps into his mind):
No...
(The TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS reach into their coat pockets for their screwdrivers and slowly remove them. The ELEVENTH opens his, which is longer, which a swaggering shake of his head and screwdriver-holding hand.)
TENTH DOCTOR (looking at the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's larger screwdriver):
Compensating?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
For what?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Regeneration. It's a lottery...
(The DOCTORS twirl their screwdrivers as they put them away.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (mocking the TENTH):
Oh, he's cool! Isn't he cool? I'm the Doctor, and I'm all cool. (ELEVEN points to TEN's shoes.) Oops, I'm wearing sand shoes...
TENTH DOCTOR:
What are you doing here? I'm busy!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, busy... I see. Is that what we're calling it? Eh? Eh?
(ELEVEN picks up the fez, puts it on, and moves to introduce himself to the ELIZABETHS.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Hello, ladies!
TENTH DOCTOR:
Don't start...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Listen, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business.
TENTH DOCTOR:
One of them is a Zygon...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Eww...
(but then:) I'm not judging you.
(The portal makes another electric noise, and the DOCTORS turn to look at it, putting on glasses as they do. Each notices that the other is wearing glasses and turns to admire them.)
BOTH DOCTORS (at once):
Oh! Lovely!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (removing his glasses and turning to address the ELIZABETHS calmly):
Your majesties... probably a good time to run.
BOTH ELIZABETHS (at once):
But what about the creature?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Elizabeth, whichever one of you is the real one turn and run in the opposite direction to the other one.
BOTH ELIZABETHS (at once):
Of course my love!
(One ELIZABETH runs forward towards the TENTH DOCTOR and kisses him.)
ELIZABETH 1:
Stay alive, my love! I am not done with you yet.
TENTH DOCTOR (when she has released him and run off):
Thanks! Lovely!
ELIZABETH 2:
I understand. Live for me, my darling! We shall be together again!
(The second ELIZABETH also kisses the TENTH DOCTOR and then runs off.)
TENTH DOCTOR (to the ELEVENTH DOCTOR):
Well... won't that be nice...
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR, after looking grossed out and/or jealous during the kisses, decides to gross out the TENTH DOCTOR.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
One of those was a Zygon.
TENTH DOCTOR (trying to end this line of conversation):
Yep.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Big, red, rubbery thing, covered in suckers.
TENTH DOCTOR (still trying to end this line of conversation):
Yep.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Venom sacs in the tongue.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Yeah, I'm getting the point, thank you.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Nice.
CLARA (heard through the portal):
Doctor, is that you?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Ah, hello Clara! Can you hear me?
CLARA:
Yeah! It's me. We can hear you. Where are you?
(In the forest, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR looks into the portal whilst the TENTH looks on; in the museum, CLARA looks into the portal whilst KATE looks on.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (to the TENTH):
Where are we?
TENTH DOCTOR:
England, 1562.
CLARA:
Who are you talking to?
BOTH DOCTORS (at once):
Myself.
(The two DOCTORS look at each other and grin, noticing their synchronisation.)
KATE:
Can you come back through?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Physical patterns may not be possible in both directions, it...
(He has an idea.) Ah! Hang on... fez incoming...
(He removes his fez and throws it into the portal. Nothing emerges on Clara's end.)
CLARA (confused):
Nothing here.
TENTH DOCTOR:
So where did it go?
[cut] (In the shack, the WAR DOCTOR picks up the fez and dusts it off.)
CLARA:
Who's he talking to?
KATE:
He said. Himself.
(She gets out her phone and turns to leave. Urgently, to CLARA:) Keep him talking.
KATE (over the phone, walking out of the room):
Malcom? Malcom, I need you to send me one of my father's incident files, codename “Cromer”. Seventies or eighties depending on the dating protocol...
(As KATE leaves the soon and turns down another corridor, the shadow of a ZYGON moves behind her, taking heavy, wet breaths.)
[cut] (Back in the forest, the TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS are examining the portal.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Okay, you used to be me, you've done all this before ... what happens next?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I don't remember.
TENTH DOCTOR (wagging his finger from his face to ELEVEN's):
How can you forget this?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Hey, hang on, it's not my fault! You're obviously not paying enough attention!
Reverse the polarity
(Both DOCTORS remove their screwdrivers and point them at the portal.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
It's not working.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Were both reversing the polarity.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Yes, I know that.
TENTH DOCTOR:
There's two of us. I'm reversing it, you're reversing it back again. We're confusing the polarity.
(Before either of the DOCTORS can stop, the WAR DOCTOR falls through the portal.
The TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS look horrified and almost disgusted at the sight.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Anyone lose a fez?
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR weakly raises his finger as if to say “me”. His expression is of disbelief. The TENTH DOCTOR's expression is one of ... perhaps dread. He looks as if he has seen a ghost.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
You.
How can you be here?
More to the point, why are you here?
WAR DOCTOR (chuckling):
Good afternoon.
I'm looking for the Doctor.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Well... you've certainly come to the right place.
WAR DOCTOR:
Good! Right. Well ... who are you boys?
(The TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS share a look of intrigue bordering on amusement.)
Oh, of course... are you his companions?
(TEN and ELEVEN's looks turn to a sort of offended disbelief.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
His companions?
WAR DOCTOR:
They get younger all the time.
Well, if you could point me in the general direction of the Doctor...
(The TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS slowly take out and activate their sonic screwdrivers.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Really?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Yeah.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Really.
WAR DOCTOR:
You're me?
Both of you?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Yep.
WAR DOCTOR (nodding at the ELEVENTH DOCTOR):
Even that one?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (offended):
Yes!
WAR DOCTOR:
You're my future selves?
TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTOR (at once):
Yes!
WAR DOCTOR:
Am I having a mid-life crisis?
(As the WAR DOCTOR steps towards them, the TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS jump back and brandish their screwdrivers at him.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that?
They're scientific instruments, not water pistols.
(TEN and ELEVEN lower their screwdrivers.)
Look like you've seen a ghost.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Still... loving to posh, gravelly thing. It's very convincing.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Brave words, Dick van Dyke.
(Suddenly, a band of SOLDIERS emerges from the woods, shouting.)
COMMANDER:
Encircle them!
(The SOLDIERS encircle the three DOCTORS. TEN and ELEVEN brandish their screwdrivers.)
COMMANDER:
Which of you is the Doctor?
The queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor's head.
WAR DOCTOR:
Well ... this has all the makings of your lucky day.
[cut] (In the museum, KATE returns and CLARA whispers to her.)
CLARA:
I think there's three of them now.
KATE:
There's a precedent for that.
[cut] (In the forest, KATE's voice is heard. Looking up for the first time, the soldiers notice the portal.)
COMMANDER:
What is that?
WAR DOCTOR (to TEN and ELEVEN):
Oh, the pointing again. They're screwdrivers! What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?
SOLDIER (seeing the portal):
That thing. What witchcraft is it?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Ah! Yes, now that you mention it, that is witchcraft.
Yes, yes, yes, witchy... witchcraft...
(into the portal:) Hello, hello in there?
(to the soldiers:) Excuse me.
(into the portal:) Hello? Am I talking to the wicked witch of the well?
KATE (to CLARA):
He means you.
CLARA:
Why am I the witch?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Clara?
CLARA:
Hello?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Clara, hi... hello... hello... would you mind telling these prattling mortals to get themselves begone?
CLARA (weakly, unenthusiastically):
What he said.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (annoyed):
Yes, tiny bit more colour...
CLARA (annoyed):
(to herself:) Alright...
(into the portal:) Prattling mortals... off you pop... or I'll turn you all into frogs.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
(to the soldiers:) Oh! Nice. Frogs. You heard her.
CLARA (rolling her eyes):
Doctor what's going on?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
It's, ah... timey-wimey thing.
WAR DOCTOR:
Timey-what? Timey-wimey?
TENTH DOCTOR:
I've no idea where he picks that stuff up.
(At this moment, ELIZABETH emerges from the woods.)
SOLDIERS (kneeling):
The queen.
ELIZABETH:
You don't seem to be kneeling.
How tremendously brave of you.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Which one are you? What happened to the other one?
ELIZABETH:
Indisposed.
Long live the queen.
SOLDIERS (in unison):
Long live the queen!
ELIZABETH:
Arrest these men! Take them to the Tower!
TENTH DOCTOR:
That is not the queen of England, that's an alien duplicate!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
And you can take it from him, 'cause he's really checked.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, shut up...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Venom sacs in the tongue...
TENTH DOCTOR:
Seriously, stop it!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
No! (getting an idea:) Hang on... the Tower!
Did you say the Tower? Ah!
Yes, brilliant, love the Tower! Breakfast at eight, please!
And will there be wi-fi?
WAR DOCTOR:
Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (gesticulating as he answers):
Yes.
(noticing that he has gesticulated even in that answer:) No.
(to the soldiers:) I demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately with my co-conspirators Sandshoes and Grandad.
WAR DOCTOR:
Grandad?
TENTH DOCTOR:
They're not sand shoes!
WAR DOCTOR (scoffing):
Yes they are.
ELIZABETH:
Silence!
The Tower is not to be taken lightly.
Very few emerge again.
KATE (to CLARA):
Dear god, that man's clever. Come on!
CLARA:
Where are we going?
KATE:
My office, otherwise known as the Tower of London.
[cut] (The SOLDIERS throw the DOCTORS into a cell in the Tower. The ELEVENTH DOCTOR finds a metal spike on the floor and begins to use it to carve something into one of the walls.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Three of us in one cell. [That'll] cause some nasty anomalies if we don't get out soon.
(The WAR DOCTOR is scanning the door with his sonic screwdriver.)
TENTH DOCTOR (noticing the ELEVENTH's scribbling):
What are you doing?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Getting us out.
TENTH DOCTOR (to the WAR DOCTOR):
The sonic won't work on that, it's too primitive.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape?
TENTH DOCTOR (pacing):
Okay, so... the queen of England is now a Zygon.
But never mind that...
Why are we all together?
Why are we all here?
(TEN has finished his pacing at a point in front of and facing the WAR DOCTOR, and is addressing him.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Well, me and ... Chinny ... we were surprised. But you came looking for us? You knew it was going to happen. Who told you?
(ROSE is leaning on a wall, invisible to everyone but the WAR DOCTOR.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Oi! Chinny?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Yeah, you do have a chin...
[cut] (In the museum, OSGOOD and another scientist are examining the stone. Around them are several statues shrouded under white cloths.)
OSGOOD:
Marble, granite ... 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?
SCIENTIST:
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?
(In her mind, OSGOOD sees the statues falling and understands what happened. She uses her inhaler.)
SCIENTIST:
You alright?
OSGOOD (not moving):
We have to go right now, this minute.
SCIENTIST:
What's wrong?
OSGOOD:
The things from the paintings... I know why they smashed the statues.
SCIENTIST:
Why?
OSGOOD:
Because they needed somewhere to hide.
(The things under the white cloth move. They are not statues. They are Zygons, which attack the scientists. They catch the male SCIENTIST and chase OSGOOD. She flees through and closes the door which is a massive painting of Elizabeth and the Tenth Doctor, but a Zygon arm simply smashes through it and then opens the door. She flees to the elevator, but cannot get it open in time.
She cowers in the corner, becoming a sexist caricature of a helpless woman waiting to be saved by a man. She uses her inhaler, closes her eyes tightly, and crouches ever smaller, all the while repeating “the Doctor will save me”.
The ZYGON morphs into her.)
ZYGON OSGOOD (extending a hand):
Excuse me. I'm going to need my inhaler.
I so hate it when I get one with a defect. (She snatches the inhaler away.)
Oh... 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 pulls on her scarf. Because the ZYGON had stepped on it, this sends the ZYGON tumbling backwards.)
OSGOOD:
So do I!
ZYGON OSGOOD:
Oh, for goodness' sake!
(OSGOOD grabs her inhaler back and runs, perhaps into the lift. The ZYGON begins to get to its feet to run after her.)
[cut] (We move through London to the Tower. KATE and CLARA are arriving in a black car.)
KATE (on the phone):
The Doctor will be trying to send us a message.
Were looking for a string of numerals from around 1550, approximately.
Priority one.
(The window of the car rolls down so that another minor black character with almost no screentime and few lines, a security guard, can peer in.)
KATE (to the guard):
We're going to need access to the Black Archive.
(The guard lets them through.)
[cut] (We follow KATE and CLARA down a corridor leading to the archive.)
KATE:
Black archive. Highest security rating on the planet.
The entire staff have their memories wiped at the end of every shift.
(pointing at an inverted suction-cup on the ceiling:) Automated memory filters in the ceiling.
(KATE reaches a guard desk at the end of the corridor/)
KATE (flashing the back of her ID, rather than the side with her picture):
Access please.
(He moves to unlock the door. She hands him the key.)
KATE:
Atkins, isn't it?
GUARD:
Yes ma'am, first day here.
KATE (whispering to CLARA):
Been here ten years.
(CLARA looks frightened.
The GUARD lets them in and locks the door behind them.)
CLARA:
Lock and key? Bit basic, isn't it?
KATE:
Can't afford electronic security down here. Can't 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.
(KATE points to a pinboard on which CLARA sees pictures of herself walking into the room with KATE.)
CLARA:
Sorry... my what? (CLARA walks over an examines the billboard, surprised.)
KATE:
Apologies. We have to screen all his known associates.
Can't have information about the Doctor and the TARDIS falling into the wrong hands.
The consequences could be disastrous.
(CLARA notices that KATE has stopped in front of a window into a small room within the main archive. Atop a pedestal within it is a vortex manipulator.)
CLARA:
What is that?
KATE:
Time travel.
Vortex manipulator bequeathed to the UNIT archive by Captain Jack Harkness on the occasion of this 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.
[cut] (In the cell in the Tower of London, we see the numbers the Doctor finished writing on the wall.)
CLARA:
Okay, so, this is how we're gonna rescue the Doctor?
(CLARA follows KATE into the small room. She does not notice the painting from earlier, “Gallifrey falls”, propped against one of the far walls of the main room.)
KATE:
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.
(KATE's phone rings and she answers it.)
KATE (over the phone):
Yes.
(annoyed:) Well, if you've found it, photograph it and send it to my phone.
(CLARA notices that OSGOOD and the other SCIENTIST have entered the archive.)
[cut] (A scientist, in the Tower in the present day, photographs the numbers the Doctor scrawled on the wall.)
[cut] (Back in the Archive, CLARA draws KATE's attention to OSGOOD.)
CLARA (to KATE):
Ehm, 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 (amused):
No, you...
(CLARA stops when she realises what KATE means. Her amusement disappears.)
KATE:
Dear me, I really do get into character, don't I?
(KATE's body begins to expand; she spits out some yellow liquid as her neck wrinkles and suckers appear all over her.
CLARA jumps backwards into the corner with a start.
The Zygon finishes its morph and turns to OSGOOD.)
OSGOOD (ZYGON OSGOOD):
The Undergallery is secured.
(At this moment, KATE's phone receives the picture from the Tower. Whatever layers of security, and whatever masonry, surrounds the Archive, it does not block her cell phone reception.
CLARA moves quickly to put the vortex manipulator on her wrist and key in the numbers from the picture. The ZYGON who had been Kate must be blocking the view of the other ZYGONS, because they do not notice.)
ZYGON:
Prepare to dispose of one more human. We have acquired the device.
(The ZYGON who had been Kate turns and notices that CLARA is wearing the device.)
CLARA:
Activation code, right?
ZYGON:
Nooo!
(CLARA smiles, presses one more button on the manipulator, and disappears in a flash.)
[cut] (In the Tower of London, the WAR DOCTOR has returned to scanning the door.)
WAR DOCTOR:
In theory, I can trigger an isolated sonic shift among the molecules, and the door should disintegrate.
TENTH DOCTOR:
You'd have to calculate the exact harmonic resonance of the entire structure down to a subatomic level. Even a sonic would take years...
WAR DOCTOR (sitting down, putting his sonic away):
No, no... a sonic would take centuries.
Well, 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?
(The TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS give the WAR DOCTOR hard looks, saying nothing.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Ooh, the way you both look at me... what is that? I'm trying to think of a better word than dread.
TENTH DOCTOR (coldly):
It must be really recent for you.
WAR DOCTOR (not understanding):
Recent?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
The Time War. The last day. The day you killed them all.
TENTH DOCTOR:
The day we killed them all.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Same thing.
ROSE (to the WAR DOCTOR):
It's history for them. Foredecided. They think their future is real. They don't know it's still up to you.
WAR DOCTOR (ambiguously, possible to ROSE):
I don't talk about it.
TENTH DOCTOR (pointing out that everyone in the room is the Doctor):
You're not talking about it. There's no-one else here.
ROSE:
Go on, ask them. Ask them what you need to know.
WAR DOCTOR:
Do you ever count?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (all the while carving the activation code into the wall):
Count what?
WAR DOCTOR:
How many children there were on Gallifrey that day?
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR stops cold. He looks nervous, and then manages to say, as if uninterested:)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I have absolutely no idea.
WAR DOCTOR:
How old are you now?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (resuming carving):
Oh... I dunno... 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.
WAR DOCTOR:
Four hundred years older than me and in all that time you never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR stops carving, angry, and looks at the WAR DOCTOR.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (coldly):
Tell me. What would be the point?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Two point four seven billion.
WAR DOCTOR:
You did count!
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR shakes his head and turns away, back towards the wall.)
TENTH DOCTOR (walking over to ELEVEN):
You forgot? Four hundred years, is that all it takes?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I moved on.
TENTH DOCTOR (appalled):
Where? Where can you be now that you can forget something like that?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Spoilers.
TENTH DOCTOR:
No. No, no, no, for once, I would like to know where I'm going.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (angrily):
No, you really wouldn't.
TENTH DOCTOR (looks a bit worried):
WAR DOCTOR:
I don't know who you are. Either of you. I haven't got the faintest idea.
ROSE:
They're you. They're what you become if you destroy Gallifrey. The man who regrets. And the man who forgets. The Moment is coming. The Moment is me. You have to decide.
WAR DOCTOR (shaking his head; to ROSE):
No.
TENTH DOCTOR (because he cannot see or hear ROSE):
No?
WAR DOCTOR:
Just... no!
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR begins to laugh.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Is something funny? Did I miss a funny thing?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Sorry. It just occurred to me, this is what I'm like when I'm alone.
ROSE (noticing TEN flipping his sonic):
It's the same screwdriver.
Same software. Different case.
WAR DOCTOR (examining his screwdriver):
Ah!
Four hundred years?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Sorry?
WAR DOCTOR:
But at a software level, they're all the same device, aren't they?
Same software, different case.
TENTH DOCTOR (hesitatingly, not seeing where this is going):
Yeah...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (removing his screwdriver, aware something's afoot):
So...
WAR DOCTOR:
So, it would take centuries for the screwdriver to calculate how to disintegrate the door.
Scanning the door, and planting the calculation as a permanent subroutine in the software architecture, ... and, if you really are me ... with your sand shoes and your dicky bow ... and that screwdriver is still mine ... that calculation is still going on.
TENTH DOCTOR (checking his sonic):
Yeah! Still going!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (checking his):
Calculation complete!
ROSE (smiling):
Same software, different face.
ELEVENTH 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.
(At just this moment, CLARA opens the door.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
How did you do that?
CLARA:
Wasn't locked.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (deflated):
Right.
CLARA:
So, they're both you, then, yeah?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Yes. You've met them before, don't you remember?
CLARA:
A bit.
(to TEN:) Nice suit!
TENTH DOCTOR:
Thanks.
CLARA:
'ang on. Three of you, in one cell, and none of you thought to try the door?
WAR DOCTOR:
Should've been locked.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Yes, exactly... why wasn't it locked?
ELIZABETH (bursting into the room):
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.
(ELIZABETH turns to led the others out.)
[cut] (In the museum, OSGOOD peers through the hole the ZYGON made in ELIZABETH's face in the painting-door. She makes her way back into the Undergallery. Thinks can be heard flitting around. Then a moan... OSGOOD jumps, then turns to its source. It is someone shrouded in a cloth. OSGOOD looks at the person's shoes: KATE's. She pulls off the shroud.)
OSGOOD:
Kate! Goodness, you're not actually dead.
Oh, that's tremendous news!
Those creatures! They turn themselves into copies. But 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:
But, if those creatures have got access to the Black Archive... we may just have lost control of the planet!
[cut] (We see the organic lights and structures of a ZYGON console.)
ELIZABETH (to the three DOCTORS and CLARA):
The Zygons lost their 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. Far too primitive.
Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort.
ZYGON (approaching them):
Commander... why are these creatures here?
ELIZABETH:
Because I say they should be.
It is time you, too, were translated.
(to the DOCTORS:) Observe this. I believe you will find it fascinating.
(The ZYGON places its hand on a small, roundish cube. Slowly, it disappears into the cube.
It becomes a figure in a nearby painting.)
CLARA (looking like she's seen a ghost):
That's him!
That's the Zygon in the picture now?
WAR DOCTOR:
It's not a picture, it's a stasis cube.
Time Lord art. Frozen instants in time. Bigger on the inside. But could be deployed as...
TENTH DOCTOR (getting it):
Suspended animation!
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR snaps and points at TEN, agreeing/approving.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, that's very good...
Yeah, the Zygons all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries till the planet's a bit more interesting, and out they come.
CLARA:
See, Clara, they're still in the paintings in the Undergallery. Like Cup-a-Soups, except you add time, if you can picture that... nobody could picture that, forget I said Cup-a-Soups.
CLARA:
And now the world is worth conquering.
So, the Zygons are invading the future from the past?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Exactly.
TENTH DOCTOR (turning to ELIZABETH):
And do you know why I know that you're a fake?
Because you're such a bad copy.
(ELIZABETH looks intrigued and perhaps a bit amused or hurt.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
It's not just the smell, or the unconvincing hair, or the atrocious teeth, or the eyes, just a bit too close together... (She narrows her eyes at him.) Or the breath that could stun a horse... (ELEVENTH is nodding the whole time.) 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.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Okay, so, backtracking a moment just to learn some context to my earlier remarks...
ELIZABETH:
My twin is dead in the forest. (She reveals and draws a dagger strapped to her leg.)
I am accustomed to taking precautions!
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?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Well, I'm gonna need my TARDIS.
ELIZABETH (smiling):
It has been procured already.
(The TENTH DOCTOR is pleased.)
ELIZABETH (her eyes puppyish once more):
But first, my love, you have a promise to keep.
[cut] (The camera rises, looking at the TARDIS, and then over the top to a simple, poorly-attended wedding ceremony outside the walls of a castle.)
PRIEST:
I now pronounce you... man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
ELIZABETH lunges at the TENTH DOCTOR and gives him a long snog.
(CLARA throws glitter over them.)
WAR DOCTOR (to ELEVEN):
Is there a lot of this in the future?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
It does start to happen, yeah...
ELIZABETH:
Godspeed, my love...
TENTH DOCTOR:
I will be... right back...
(TEN runs off into his TARDIS. Soon, ELEVEN, the WAR DOCTOR and CLARA follow.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (about to enter the TARDIS):
Right then. Back to the future.
WAR DOCTOR (looking around TEN's TARDIS):
You've let this place go a bit.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR tosses the stasis cube into the air and catches it.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Ah, it's his grunge phase, he grows out of it.
TENTH DOCTOR (to his TARDIS, which is literally alarmed):
Don't you listen to them.
(As the TENTH doctor fiddles with the controls, there is a flash. They find themselves in a new TARDIS control room: the WAR DOCTOR's.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Whoa! The desktop is glitching!
WAR DOCTOR:
Three of us from different time zones. Its trying to compensate.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (excited, to TEN):
Hey, look, the round things!
TENTH DOCTOR:
I love the round things.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
What are the round things?
TENTH DOCTOR:
No idea.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (as an alarm goes off):
Oh, dear, the friction [quadrisimulator/contrafibulator]...
(He runs over and flips a switch, and they all find themselves in his TARDIS's control room.)
Ha, there! Stabilized!
TENTH DOCTOR (as if pleased):
Oh, you've redecorated!
(souring:) I don't like it.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR, who had been about to look pleased, looks insulted.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Ooh, oh yeah, oh you never do.
(CLARA is very amused to see her DOCTOR arguing with 'himselves'.)
Listen, we're going to the National Gallery! The Zygons are underneath it.
CLARA (interjecting):
No! UNIT HQ, they followed us there, in the Black Archive.
(CLARA looks pleased with herself until the three DOCTORS turn to look at her, grim.)
CLARA:
Okay... so, you've heard of that, then.
[cut] (We see, as a bird, the Tower of London. Then we find ourselves inside it.)
SCIENTIST (ZYGON in human form):
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.
SCIENTIST:
If I were human, I'd say it was Christmas.
KATE (HUMAN KATE, entering, followed by OSGOOD and a human scientist):
No, I'm afraid you wouldn't.
(to the ZYGONS:) We're not armed. You may relax.
ZYGON:
We are armed. You may not.
KATE (to a guard outside the door):
Lock the door.
(to the ZYGONS): I'm afraid we can't be interrupted.
(The door having been locked, KATE goes to a table in the middle of the room and pulls out a chair to sit at it.)
KATE (to the ZYGONS):
You don't mind if I get comfortable?
ZYGON (morphing into KATE):
You don't mind if I do?
KATE (HUMAN):
You'll realise there are protocols protecting this place.
Osgood?
OSGOOD (HUMAN):
In the event of alien incursion, the contents of this room are deemed so dangerous, it will self-destruct in...
KATE (HUMAN; interrupting OSGOOD):
Five minutes.
(An ALARM goes off. A clock displays a counter, 05:00.)
KATE (HUMAN):
There's a nuclear warhead 20 feet beneath us. Are you sitting comfortably?
KATE (ZYGON):
You would destroy London?
KATE (HUMAN):
To save the world? Yes, I would.
KATE (ZYGON):
You're bluffing.
KATE (HUMAN):
You really think so?
Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart.
I'm his daughter.
(Before the ZYGON has much time to ponder this, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's voice is heard. The KATES look to a radio at the end of the room.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Science leads, Kate.
Is that what you meant?
Is this what your father meant?
KATE (HUMAN):
Doctor?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Space-Time Telegraph, Kate.
A gift from me to your father, hotline straight to the TARDIS.
I know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol.
Kate, please, please, tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid!
KATE (HUMAN):
I'm sorry, Doctor. Switch it off.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Not as sorry as you will be.
This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with.
(In the archive, a human male scientist moves towards the radio to shut it off.
In the TARDIS, the TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS share a knowing look following their respective comments to KATE. Then they, and the other occupants of the TARDIS, are jostled as it fails to land.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Kate! We're trying to bring the TARDIS in; why can't we land?
KATE:
I said switch it off!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
No, Kate, please, just listen to me...
(The transmission is switched off. The TENTH DOCTOR looks pensive.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
The Tower of London — totally TARDIS-proof.
CLARA:
How can they do that?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Alien technology plus human stupidity — trust me, it's unbeatable.
WAR DOCTOR (eyeing the stasis cube):
We don't need to land.
TENTH DOCTOR (disparagingly):
Yeah, we do... tiny bit.
Try and keep up.
WAR DOCTOR (chuckling):
No, we don't. We don't! There is another way.
(The WAR DOCTOR walks around the console over and picks up the stasis cube.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Cup-a-Soup!
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR raises his eyebrows, but then understands. He and the TENTH DOCTOR share a grin.)
What is Cup-a-Soup?
[cut] (In a flashback, we are back in the gallery.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (in a whisper):
What happened?
KATE:
Easier to show you.
(The DOCTOR and KATE leave the room. A phone rings. McG. answers it.)
MCGILLAN/MCGILLIOP:
[McGillan/McGilliop.]
(This time, we hear the other end of the conversation from earlier.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Take a look at your phone and confirm who you're talking to.
(MCG. lowers his phone to examine the call metadata. Surprised, he raises the phone back to his ear.)
MCGILLAN/MCGILLIOP:
But that's not possible, I was just...
ELEVENTH 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?
MCGILLAN/MCGILLIOP:
Understood sir, but ... why would I take it there?
[cut] (Back in the archive, the clock is ticking. 02:58.)
KATE (ZYGON):
One word from you would cancel the countdown.
KATE (HUMAN):
Quite so.
KATE (ZYGON):
It's keyed to your voice print.
KATE (HUMAN):
And mine alone.
KATE (ZYGON):
Not any more.
Cancel the detonation!
KATE (HUMAN):
Countermanded!
KATE (ZYGON):
Cancel the detonation!
KATE (HUMAN):
Countermanded!
(OSGOOD turns away with a whimper.)
KATE (ZYGON):
We only have to agree to live.
KATE (HUMAN):
Sadly, we can only agree to die.
OSGOOD (whispering, crying):
Please, Doctor. Please save us... please save us... please save us... please save us...
(We zoom into the painting, which is on the far wall behind the quarrelling KATES. In it, a battle is raging.)
(An air-raid siren wails. A DALEK is advancing on the three DOCTORS, exclaiming “exterminate”, but they turn their screwdrivers on it in unison and force it backwards. Destroyed, its shell explodes out of the painting in a shower of fireworks.
The KATES and the others look up, alarmed and astonished.
The DOCTORS stride across the Gallifreyan street and out of the painting, three abreast. Epic music plays.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Hello.
TENTH DOCTOR:
I'm the Doctor.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Sorry about the Dalek.
CLARA (having also climbed out):
Also the showing off.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (approaching one of the two identical KATES):
Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, what in the name of sanity are you doing?
(The other KATE answers.)
KATE:
The countdown can only be halted at my personal command.
There's nothing you can do.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Except make you both agree to halt it.
KATE:
Not even for three of you.
WAR DOCTOR:
You're about to murder millions of people.
KATE:
To save billions. How many times have you made that calculation?
(The clock is at 01:36.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (to the surprise of all the humans and Zygons):
Once.
Turned me into the man I am now.
I'm not even sure who that is any more.
TENTH DOCTOR (as the clock ticks down to 01:16):
You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie.
Because what I did that day was wrong. Just wrong.
(The WAR DOCTOR glances to his side. He sees ROSE looking back at him.
When he looks again, ROSE is gone; CLARA is standing in her place.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
And because I got it wrong, I'm going to make you get it right.
KATE:
How?
(The two KATES stand, one on either side of the table, and stare at the DOCTORS, who have drawn up chairs to the far end of the table and seated themselves. As synchronized as swimmers, the DOCTORS prop their feet up on the table and cross their arms.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Any second now, you're going to stop that countdown.
Both of you, together.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
And then you're going to negotiate the most perfect treaty of all time.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Safeguards all round, completely fair on both sides.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
And the key to perfect negotiation...
TENTH DOCTOR:
Not knowing what side you're on.
(In sync, the two DOCTORs rise from their seats and jump onto the table, pointing their sonic screwdrivers at a memory filter on the ceiling.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
So, for the next few hours, until we decide to let you out...
TENTH DOCTOR:
No-one in this room will be able to remember if they're human or Zygon.
ELEVENTH[?] DOCTOR:
Whoops-a-daisy!
(The WAR DOCTOR is grinning, pointing his sonic at the filter, too. The memory filter activates with a flash, wiping the minds of the humans and Zygons.)
BOTH KATES (with 00:05 left on the clock):
Cancel the detonation!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (as the music, which had built to a crescendo, relaxes):
Peace in our time.
(From space, we see the Earth still turning.
Looking down from a spider's perch at the top of the Black Archive's ceiling, we see the KATES take their place at the table to negotiate.)
OSGOOD (to the other OSGOOD):
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?
(The other OSGOOD coughs.
The first OSGOOD takes out her inhaler and offers it. When the other OSGOOD notices the implications, the first OSGOOD puts her finger to her lips in a gesture of silence. The second OSGOOD smiles and uses the inhaler.
Behind them, the KATES continue negotiating, oblivious.)
(Wandering around the archive, past the head of a Cyberman, CLARA examines a board upon which the pictures and files of all of the Doctor's companions have been pinned. She takes particular interest in the file on the Doctor's granddaughter, Susan. The last time we saw Susan, the Doctor was stranding her on a war-torn future Earth in an attempt to force her to marry and settle down with a human rebel.
CLARA turns and notices the WAR DOCTOR sitting quietly in a chair, drinking a cup of soup. She walks over to him gingerly and sits in a chair across from him.)
CLARA (gingerly):
Hello.
WAR DOCTOR (quietly):
Hello.
CLARA:
I'm Clara. We haven't really met yet.
WAR DOCTOR:
I look forward to it.
(CLARA simply stares at him, not harshly or accusingly, but softly, perhaps sadly.)
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.
WAR DOCTOR (after reflecting upon her comment):
One would.
CLARA:
You wouldn't... 'cause you haven't done it yet; it's still in your future.
(There is a pause.)
WAR DOCTOR:
You're very sure of yourself.
CLARA:
He regrets it. I see it in his eyes every day. He'd do anything to change it.
WAR DOCTOR:
Including saving all these people?
How many worlds has his regret saved, you think?
Look over there: humans and Zygons working together in peace.
(CLARA's expression changes slightly; she has not considered the butterfly effects of the Moment.)
WAR DOCTOR:
How did you know?
CLARA (smiling for a moment):
Your eyes.
(The WAR DOCTOR looks intrigued.) They're so much younger.
WAR DOCTOR:
Then all things considered, time I grew up.
(We see ROSE standing behind CLARA.)
WAR DOCTOR:
I've seen all I needed. The Moment has come.
(ROSE turns her head, sad, perhaps disappointed.)
WAR DOCTOR (to ROSE):
I'm ready.
ROSE:
I know you are.
(CLARA turns to follow the WAR DOCTOR's gaze, but can see nowhere. ROSE is invisible to her.)
CLARA:
Who's there?
Who are you talking ... to?
(CLARA turns and, as she reaches that last word, notices that the WAR DOCTOR is gone. She remains surprisingly calm.)
[cut]
(The WAR DOCTOR stands in the shack in the desert, gazing upon the Moment: the box has opened, and a stalk, topped by with a brilliant red crystalline button like a flower, has extended out the top of it.)
ROSE:
Well, you wanted a big red button.
One big bang... no more Time Lords... no more Daleks...
Are you sure?
WAR DOCTOR:
I was sure when I came in here.
There is no other way.
ROSE:
You've seen the men you will become.
WAR DOCTOR (smiling):
Those men? Extraordinary.
ROSE (also smiling):
They were you.
WAR DOCTOR:
No. They are the Doctor.
ROSE:
You're the Doctor, too.
WAR DOCTOR:
No.
Great men are forged in fire...
it is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame.
Whatever the cost.
(The WAR DOCTOR holds his hand over the button, and pictures all the children on Gallifrey.)
ROSE (stopping him just in time, smiling):
You know the sound the TARDIS makes,
that wheezing, groaning...
That sound brings hope whenever it goes.
WAR DOCTOR:
Yes... yes, I like to think it does.
ROSE:
To anyone who hears it, Doctor.
Anyone.
However lost...
Even you.
(ROSE smiles as we, and the WAR DOCTOR, hear the TARDIS engines... the WAR DOCTOR turns to see that two TARDISes have landed in the shack: the TENTH DOCTOR's and the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's. The DOCTORS emerge gingerly from their TARDISes, CLARA following ELEVEN. All are are of the gravity of the situation.)
CLARA (in a whisper to the ELEVENTH DOCTOR):
I told you, he hasn't done it yet.
WAR DOCTOR:
Go away now, all of you.
This is for me.
TENTH DOCTOR (looking around, then addressing the ELEVENTH DOCTOR):
These events should be time-locked.
We shouldn't even be here.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
So something let us through...
ROSE (looking at them lovingly, smiling):
You clever boys...
WAR DOCTOR (facing the Moment, rather than the DOCTORS):
Go back.
Go back to your lives.
Go and be the Doctor that I could never be.
(his voice hoarse with emotion) Make it worthwhile...
(The WAR DOCTOR lowers his hand to the button once more.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
All those years, burying you in my memory...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Pretending you didn't exist...
Keeping you a secret, even from myself...
TENTH DOCTOR:
Pretending you weren't the Doctor, when you were the Doctor more than anybody else...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right...
[cut] (In the DARK PLACE, we remember the WAR DOCTOR blasting his message onto the wall.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
But this time...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
You don't have to do it alone...
(The TENTH AND ELEVENTH DOCTORS look grave. The WAR DOCTOR looks sad but relieved. ROSE looks sad.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Thank you.
(After a pause.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
What we do today is not out of fear or hatred...
(ROSE is sad.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
It is done because there is no other way.
(CLARA is biting her lip, fighting back tears. That the ELEVENTH DOCTOR would help to use the Moment is not what she expected.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
And it is done in the name of the many lives that we are failing to save.
(The three DOCTORS all blink back tears, then look at each other with resolve. The ELEVENTH does, however, spare a glance back at CLARA.
Her expression conveys that she cannot believe what he is about to do. She looks hurt. She shakes her head, urging him to stop.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (to CLARA):
What?
What is it? What?
CLARA (hiding her feelings, perhaps because she knows that what he is about to do must be done):
Nothing.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
No?
Something. Tell me.
CLARA:
You told me you wiped out your own people.
I just...
I never pictured you doing it, that's all.
ROSE:
Take a closer look...
(The DOCTORS and CLARA look around as the scene darkens. CLARA is bewildered, the DOCTORS' faces remain hard with determination. They know what is happening; CLARA does not.
We are on the streets of Arcadia. Refugees flee to and fro. On the ground, what may be a teddy bear is on fire.)
CLARA:
What's happening?
WAR DOCTOR:
Nothing.
It's a projection.
(A child runs past him.)
ROSE:
It's the reality around you.
(A young girl looks around, frightened.
A Gallifreyan soldier cocks his gun.
We hear screaming.
A little girl hides behind an adult.
The TENTH DOCTOR tries to maintain resolve to use the Moment.
A flash reflects off the face of an older woman; her mouth is upon in a silent scream; she cups her hand over it. She may have just witnessed her child exterminated by the rampaging Daleks. This is the destruction the DOCTORS are trying to end before it can spread any further through time and space.
CLARA gasps and turns away. Tears drip off her chin.)
CLARA (to the DOCTORS):
These are the people you're gonna burn?
(The WAR DOCTOR watches sadly. More refugees flee amidst fires and broken bricks.
The ELEVENTH DOCTOR keeps his head down, his eyes almost closed, but can still see another child run right past him.
TENTH DOCTOR (quietly but firmly):
There isn't anything we can do.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Right?
There isn't another way, there never was?
Either I destroy my own people... or let the universe burn.
(He looks to CLARA; she is crying but keeps her eyes open.)
CLARA (sighing):
Look at you...
The three of you...
(She looks first to the WAR DOCTOR, then the TENTH DOCTOR, then the ELEVENTH.)
The warrior, the hero and you...
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR looks at CLARA. When she does not continue, she walks over to her. His face is ambiguous, a mix of sadness, determination, anger and/or intrigue. A flicker of what may be fear crosses her face.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
And what am I?
CLARA:
Have you really forgotten?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Yes.
Maybe, yes.
CLARA:
We've got enough warriors.
Any old idiot can be a hero.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Then what do I do?
CLARA:
What you've always done...
(There is a pause.)
Be a doctor.
(We hear a slight whoosh as the reality, or projection, changes. The scene grows light. Children and adults climb out of their hiding places in the rubble. We see and hear the fires, still burning, the battle seems to be over.)
CLARA:
You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Never cruel or cowardly...
WAR DOCTOR (his eyes still gazing into the distance in a thousand-yard stare):
Never give up. Never give in.
(Children run towards a group of faded-red-clad Gallifreyan adults. Everyone is looking around, wondering whether or not to hope again.
ROSE begins to smile.
The projection fades, and we are back in the shack.
The ELEVENTH DOCTOR has walked back over to the other two DOCTORS, standing by the MOMENT. They look at him.)
TENTH DOCTOR (leaning in, wondering):
You're not... actually suggesting we change our own personal history?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
We change history all the time.
(Even the WAR DOCTOR looks up.)
I'm suggesting something far worse.
WAR DOCTOR:
What, exactly?
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR eyes the WAR DOCTOR, still unsure. Then he becomes sure.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Gentlemen...
(CLARA looks on, her tears gone. She begins to smile.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I have had four hundred years to think about this.
(The TENTH DOCTOR has his prairie-dog look of scepticism. The WAR DOCTOR pulls back, also sceptical.
The ELEVENTH DOCTOR looks happy, and reaches into his pocket to remove his sonic screwdriver.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I've changed my mind.
(With a flourish, he sonics the Moment, causing the button to retract, unused, back into the box. The TENTH DOCTOR looks a little bit horrified.)
WAR DOCTOR:
Still a billion billion Daleks up there, attacking...
(The TENTH DOCTOR starts to understand, and get into his literal stride. The ELEVENTH DOCTOR strides over to CLARA, who is beaming, twirling around. she knows something great is about to happen instead of something terrible.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Yeah, there is, there is...
TENTH DOCTOR:
But... there's something those billion billion Daleks don't know...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
'cause if they did, they'd probably send for reinforcements.
CLARA:
What? What don't they know?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Ha! This time there's three of us!
WAR DOCTOR (getting it; clasping his hands to his head and throwing his head back, joyous):
Oh! Oh, oh! Yes, that is good! That is brilliant!
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR is gesticulating happily, pointing at the other two DOCTORS.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh! Oh, oh! I'm getting that, too!
That is brilliant!
(Seeing the others happy and energised, CLARA is smiling, too; she even laughs a little, but is also still uncertain of what the DOCTORS are going to do to stop the Daleks.
The TENTH DOCTOR jumps into the air and high-fives his TARDIS.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (pointing his arms out like a superhero, letting out a little laugh of pleasure):
I've been thinking about it for centuries!
WAR DOCTOR:
She didn't just show me any old future, she told me exactly the future I needed to see!
ROSE (positively beaming):
Now you're getting it!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (leaning in, peering at the WAR DOCTOR, not understanding his last comment):
Eh? Who did?
WAR DOCTOR:
Oh, Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you!
ROSE (amused):
Yep, that's gonna happen!
TENTH DOCTOR (intrigued, his brow furrowing):
Sorry... did you just say ... “Bad Wolf”?
CLARA:
So what are we doing? What's the plan?
WAR DOCTOR:
The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly.
TENTH DOCTOR:
The sky trench is holding, but ... what is the whole planet just disappeared?
CLARA:
Tiny bit of an ask!
TENTH DOCTOR:
The Daleks would be firing on each other, they'd destroy themselves in their own crossfire.
WAR DOCTOR:
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.
(Looking on, ROSE smiles.)
CLARA:
But where would Gallifrey be?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time. Safe and hidden away.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (softly):
Exactly...
WAR DOCTOR (in a whisper):
...like a painting.
(They all look at each other, smiling.)
[cut] (In space, the Dalek fleets are still firing on Gallifrey.)
[cut] (Time Lords come and go from the War Room.)
TIME LORD:
Another one.
GENERAL:
You're sure the message is from him?
TIME LORD:
Oh yes.
GENERAL:
Why would he do that?
(They review a holograph of the message: “GALLIFREY STANDS”.)
GENERAL:
What's the mad fool talking about now?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (heard but not seen):
Hello? Hello? Gallifrey High Command?
This is the Doctor speaking.
(We see the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's face projected, as onto a monitor, at the end of the room. Then the TENTH DOCTOR's face appears, on its own little, blue, circular 'screen'.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
Hello! Also the Doctor! Can you hear me?
WAR DOCTOR (likewise appearing via a circular projection):
Also the Doctor. Standing ready.
GENERAL:
Dear god, three of them... all my worst nightmares at once.
TENTH DOCTOR:
General, we have a plan.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
We should point out at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan.
TENTH DOCTOR:
And almost certainly won't work.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (to the TENTH DOCTOR):
I was happy with “fairly terrible”.
TENTH DOCTOR (to the ELEVENTH DOCTOR):
Sorry, just... thinking out loud.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
We're flying our three TARDISes into your lower atmosphere.
[cut] (We see a TARDIS hurtling through space.)
TENTH DOCTOR (managing the controls in his TARDIS):
We're positioned at equidistant intervals around the globe.
(admiring his own choice of word:) “Equidistant”, so grown up.
WAR DOCTOR (managing the controls in his TARDIS):
Just about ready to do it...
[The camera cuts between the War Room and each Doctor's TARDIS for each part of the following dialogue.]
GENERAL:
Ready to do what?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
We're going to freeze Gallifrey.
GENERAL:
I'm sorry... what?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Using our TARDISes, we're going to freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time.
WAR DOCTOR:
You know, like those stasis cubes?
Single moment in time held in a parallel pocket universe.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Except we're going to do it to a whole planet.
TENTH DOCTOR:
And all the people on it.
GENERAL (in disbelief):
What? Even if that were possible, which it isn't... why would you do such a thing?
(In one of the TARDISes, we see the stasis cube from earlier. It is the ELEVENTH DOCTOR's TARDIS, and he looks up from the controls.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Because the alternative is burning...
TENTH DOCTOR:
And I've seen that...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
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.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
You would have hope... and right now, that is exactly what you don't have.
GENERAL (in disbelief):
It's delusional. The calculations alone would take hundreds of years...
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, hundreds and hundreds, ...
TENTH DOCTOR:
But don't worry ... I started a very long time ago.
[cut] (We fly past the Dalek ships, still firing on the planet, towards a TARDIS that looks newer than the TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS'.
We hear a very recognisable voice...)
FIRST DOCTOR (appearing via one of the blue circles):
Calling the War Council of Gallifrey! This is The Doctor!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
You might say, I've been doing this all my lives!
[cut] (In space, we see a fleet of TARDISes hurtling towards Gallifrey. The music is triumphant.)
SECOND DOCTOR (appearing via another of the blue circles):
Good Luck!
THIRD DOCTOR (via projection):
Stand by!
(FIRST?) DOCTOR (via projection):Ready!
FOURTH DOCTOR (via projection):
Commencing calculations!
FIFTH DOCTOR (via projection):
Nearly there!
SEVENTH DOCTOR (via projection):
[A]cross the boundaries that divide one universe from another!
SIXTH DOCTOR (via projection):
Got a lock on to his coordinates!
NINTH DOCTOR (seen by us in his TARDIS, rather than by projection):
...and for my next trick!
GENERAL:
I didn't know when I was well off... all twelve of them!
TIME LORD:
No, sir...
(An explosion shakes the War Room.
In space, the TARDISes hurtle into Gallifrey's atmosphere.)
TIME LORD:
...all thirteen!
(We see a hand flip a control, and then see the eyes and eyebrows of the TWELFTH DOCTOR. This is the first time a Doctor has ever appeared onscreen in an episode prior to his regeneration being shown.)
TIME LORD (as another explosion rocks the room):
Sir! The Daleks know that something is happening! They're increasing their firepower!
(More explosions rock the room. The GENERAL hesitates, but then...)
GENERAL:
Do it, Doctor. Just do it.
(In his TARDIS, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR is listening.)
Do it!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (looking up and into the camera):
Okay.
(We see the WAR DOCTOR and the TENTH DOCTOR waiting for the moment...)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Gentlemen. We're ready!
(After a pause to collect himself and straighten his bow tie:) Geronimo!
TENTH DOCTOR:
Allons-y!
WAR DOCTOR:
Oh, for gods' sake... Gallifrey stands!
[cut] (We see the stasis cube in the TARDIS.)
[cut] (We see the TARDISes surround Gallifrey. they circle it, encasing it in lines and then a perfect shell of white time energy. Tension builds until there is a massive white explosion. The Dalek fleets are destroyed, scraps sent hurtling away from the planet...)
[cut to black]
[cut] (We see a cup of tea. A sugar cube drops into it.)
[cut] (We see the museum, the National Gallery, from the outside.)
[cut] (Back inside the museum, we see the three DOCTORS and CLARA talking.)
WAR DOCTOR:
I don't suppose we'll ever known if we actually succeeded.
But at worst, we failed doing the right thing,
as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong.
CLARA (seeming to find the WAR DOCTOR's comment a bit of a downer):
Life and soul, you are.
(After a second, CLARA does, however, lighten up and smile at the WAR DOCTOR. The two of them take sips from their cups of tea.
The TENTH and ELEVENTH DOCTORS stand around looking at the painting.)
TENTH DOCTOR:
What is it actually called?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Well, there's some debate... either “No More” or “Gallifrey Falls”.
WAR DOCTOR:
Not very encouraging.
TENTH DOCTOR:
How did it get here?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (quietly):
No idea...
TENTH DOCTOR (making a face, but then relaxing):
There's always something we don't know, isn't there?
WAR DOCTOR (rising and walking over to the others):
Well, I should certainly hope so.
Well, gentlemen... it has been an honour, and a privilege.
TENTH DOCTOR:
Likewise.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Doctor.
WAR DOCTOR:
And it I grow to be half the man that you are...
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR looks a bit shy, and the TENTH a bit pleased, but then the WAR DOCTOR turns and reveals who he is really addressing...)
...Clara Oswald, I shall be happy indeed.
CLARA:
That's right, aim high!
(CLARA giggles and she and the WAR DOCTOR kiss each other on the cheek.)
WAR DOCTOR (sadly):
I won't remember this, will I?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
The time streams are out of sync... you can't retain it. No.
WAR DOCTOR:
So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey, rather than burn it...
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR shakes his head.)
WAR DOCTOR:
I'll have to live with that.
But for now... for this moment... (he smiles) I am the Doctor again.
Thank you.
(He looks at the three TARDISes parked along the wall.)
Which one is mine?
(The TENTH DOCTOR nods at the most beat-up of the three. The WAR DOCTOR laughs and goes to get into it. CLARA laughs, too. The WAR DOCTOR's TARDIS takes off, and the music rises as we follow him, only to see his hands start to glow yellow as he places them on the controls.)
WAR DOCTOR (understanding):
Yes... of course, I suppose it makes sense... wearing a bit thin...
I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time...
(The WAR DOCTOR is engulfed in regeneration energy.)
TENTH DOCTOR (in the museum, addressing ELEVEN):
I won't remember either, so you might as well tell me.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Tell you what?
TENTH DOCTOR:
Where it is we're going that you don't want to talk about.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (after a pause):
I saw Trenzalore ... where we're buried.
We die in battle among millions.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR hangs his head, sad.)
TENTH DOCTOR (sceptical):
That's not how it's supposed to be.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
That's how the story ends — nothing we can do about it.
Trenzalore is where you're going.
TENTH DOCTOR (flippantly sceptical):
Oh, never say “nothing”...
(At this, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR smiles.)
TENTH DOCTOR (clasping ELEVEN):
Anyway... good to know my future is in safe hands.
Keep a tight hold on it, Clara.
CLARA (setting down her tea so she can shake his hand):
On it!
(The TENTH DOCTOR kisses her hand. She giggles.)
TENTH DOCTOR (as he gets into his TARDIS):
Trenzalore.
We need a new destination, because ... I don't want to go.
(TEN's TARDIS takes off.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (his face a mix of happy and sad; to CLARA):
He always says that.
(ELEVEN turns away from CLARA and goes back over to the painting.)
CLARA:
Need a moment alone with your painting?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
How did you know?
CLARA (smiling):
Those big, sad eyes.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Ah.
(CLARA kisses him.)
CLARA:
I always know.
(CLARA begins to leave, but then turns around.)
CLARA:
Oh, by the way, there was an old man looking for you; I think it was the curator.
(ELEVEN gives her a double thumbs up. She disappears into his TARDIS; he sits on the bench by the painting.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (to himself):
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!
OLD MAN (entering the scene):
You know, I really think you might.
(The ELEVENTH DOCTOR is too surprised to speak for some time, but then stands to address the OLD MAN. It is TOM BAKER.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
I never forget a face.
TOM BAKER:
I know you don't.
And in years to come, you might find yourself revisiting a few. But just the old favourites, eh?
(ELEVEN winks at him.)
You were curious about this painting, I think.
I acquired it in remarkable circumstances.
What do you make of the title?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Which title? There's two.
“No More” or “Gallifrey Falls”.
TOM BAKER (shaking his head):
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?
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (his eyes full of hope, happiness; his words calmer):
That Gallifrey didn't fall... it worked... it's still out there...!
TOM BAKER:
I'm only a humble curator — I'm sure I wouldn't know.
(TOM BAKER turns to leave.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Then where is it?
TOM BAKER:
Where is it, indeed!
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Yes...
TOM BAKER:
Lost. — shh! — perhaps.
Things do get lost, you know.
Now you must excuse me.
Oh... you have a lot to do.
(BAKER looks at ELEVEN with his outstandingly out-standing eyes.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR (beginning to get excited):
Do I?
Is that what I'm supposed to do now, go looking for Gallifrey?
TOM BAKER:
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...!
(The two of them chuckle.)
TOM BAKER:
Perhaps I was you, of course.
Or perhaps you are me.
TOM BAKER:
Congratulations.
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Thank you very much.
TOM BAKER (thinking about it):
Or perhaps it doesn't matter either way. Who knows?
(He bites his finger, then points to his face.) Who. (He touches his nose.) Nose.
(BAKER turns and walks out, carrying a cane. The DOCTOR turns back to the painting, pleased.)
[cut] (We see the ELEVENTH DOCTOR walking around the TARDIS control room, in slow motion, perhaps in a dream sequence, while we hear his voice as a voiceover.)
ELEVENTH DOCTOR:
Clara sometimes asks me if I dream.
“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.”
(In the dream sequence, the ELEVENTH DOCTOR opens the doors of the TARDIS and steps out onto a cloud. He joins all of his past incarnations.)
She always laughs at that.
“But you're not going anywhere — you're just wandering about.”
“That's not true. Not any more.
I have a new destination.”
(The DOCTORS are all gazing up at a burnt orange planet: Gallifrey.)
“My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's.
It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes,
but at last I know where I'm going...
where I've always been going...
Home...
The long way round.”
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Selected cast list (which doubles as more keywords): The Eleventh Doctor: Matt Smith. The Tenth Doctor: David Tennant. The War Doctor: John Hurt. The Fourth Doctor: Tom Baker. Clara Oswald, Clara Oswin Oswald: Jenna Coleman, Jenna-Louise Coleman. Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, Kate Stewart: Jemma Redgrave. Osgood: Ingrid Oliver. Elizabeth the First: Joanna Page. Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf, the Moment Interface: Billie Piper. The Twelfth Doctor: Peter Capaldi. The First Doctor: William Hartnell (image), John Guilor (voice). The Second Doctor: Patrick Troughton. The Third Doctor: Jon Pertwee. The Fifth Doctor: Peter Davison. The Sixth Doctor: Colin Baker. The Seventh Doctor: Sylvester McCoy. The Eighth Doctor: Paul McGann. The Ninth Doctor: Christopher Eccleston.
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