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RECAP OF SERIES 6 LONDON 5:02 PM, 22nd APRIL, 2011 EXT. LONDON, DAY This is a very different London; a steampunk London. The buildings are the same, but instead of the Underground, there are elevated steam rails. Cars get about attached to hot air balloons with propellers. MAN ON RADIO: And it's another beautiful day in London. There are reports of sunspot activity and solar flares causing interference across all radio signals so apologies for that. EXT. LONDON, HYDE PARK, DAY Children are laughing and playing as adults read the paper. One girl is given a sandwich by her mother. Above them, pterodactyls fly, shrieking. GIRL: Guys, look! (points at pterodactyls) The pterodactyls swoop down towards the people who run for cover. They pass a sign that reads "Pterodactyls are Vermin. Do Not Feed." EXT. LONDON STREET, DAY A Roman chariot waits for the light to turn green. A newspaper vendor is selling the Londinum Cotide. The headline reads "wr of the Roses Enters Second Year". A TV in a shop window is playing a morning show interview with CHARLES DICKENS. MALE INTERVIEWER: So do you think you can top last year's Christmas Special? FEMALE INTERVIEWER: And can you tell us anything about it? DICKENS: Well, all I can say now is that it involves ghosts, and the past, the present and future, all at the same time... FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Oh, we love a ghost story. They all fake laugh. On a different channel, MERIDETH VIERA is announcing news headlines. VIERA: Crowds lined the Mall today as Holy Roman Emperor, Winston Churchill, returned to the Buckingham Senate on his personal mammoth... INT. SENATE, CHURCHILL'S OFFICE, DAY CHURCHILL is at his desk being examined by his doctor, the Silurian MALOKEH. MALOKEH: Not too many late nights in Gaul, I hope. CHURCHILL: Just the one. I had an argument with Cleopatra. Dreadful woman. Excellent dancer. Two male slaves(?)in traditional Roman garb and fanning CHURCHILL with large feathers. MALOKEH: I can tell from your blood pressure. CHURCHILL: (looks at clock) What time do you have, doctor? MALOKEH: (checks pocket watch) Two minutes past five, Caesar. CHURCHILL: It's always two minutes past five. Day or night, it's always two minutes past five in the afternoon. Why is that? MALOKEH: Because that is the time, Caesar. CHURCHILL: And the date. Always the 22nd of April. Does it not bother you? MALOKEH: The date and the time have always been the same, Caesar. Why should it start bothering me now? CHURCHILL: I want to see the Soothsayer. Where is he? MALOKEH: In the tower. Where you threw him the last time. CHURCHILL: Get him! INT. SENATE, CORRIDOR, DAY Two Roman soldiers escort the soothsayer who was in chains. The soothsayer is also dressed in a tunic and sandals. INT. SENATE, CHURCHILL'S OFFICE, DAY The soldiers force the soothsayer to his knees in front of CHURCHILL'S desk. CHURCHILL: Leave us! The soldiers leave. The soothsayer keeps his head down. CHURCHILL: Tick tock goes the clock, as the old song says. But they don't, do they? The clocks never tick. Something has happened to time. That's what you say. What you never STOP saying. All of history is happening at once. But what does that mean? What happened? Explain to me in terms that I can understand. What happened to time? The soothsayer looks up and we see it is the DOCTOR. His hair is longer and he has a beard. DOCTOR: A woman. Matt Smith Karen Gillan Arthur Darvill DOCTOR WHO "The Wedding of River Song" By Steven Moffat Producer Marcus Wilson Director Jeremy Webb EARLIER… INT. SHIP We see a shadowy, out-of-focus figure approaching through a viewer that keeps cutting out with static. He is wearing the Stetson. DOCTOR: (V.O.) Imagine you were dying. Imagine you were afraid and a long way from home and in terrible pain. The figure comes closer and looks up. It is the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you looked up... and saw the face of the devil himself. Hello, Dalek. The DALEK is on its side, small fires burning around it. DALEK: Emergency, emergency, wapon system disabled, emergency! Emergency! Emergency! The DOCTOR uses the sonic to remove the casing lid. DOCTOR: Hush now, I need some information from your data core. Everything the Daleks know about the Silence! The sonic opens the data core. EXT. THE DOCKS OF CALISTO B, NIGHT A hooded figure walks the dark alleyways. The DOCTOR watches from behind a building. INT. BAR The DOCTOR enters the bar and walks straight up to the bartender, a red-skinned alien behind a grate. DOCTOR: Gideon Vandaleur. Get him. Now. BARTENDER: Who says he's here? The DOCTOR puts the Dalek eyestalk down on the counter. The BARTENDER scurries off. The DOCTOR waits at a table, flipping through a copy of "Knitting for Girls". The hooded figure he had been watching sits down and lowers his hood. The man is wearing an eye patch. DOCTOR: Father Gideon Vandaleur. Former envoy of the Silence. My condolences. VANDALEUR: Your what? DOCTOR: Gideon Vandaleur has been dad for six months. The DOCTOR uses the sonic on VANDALEUR who winces. The DOCTOR then aims the sonic at VANDALEUR'S eye. Inside is a soldier. DOCTOR: Can I speak to the Captain, please? The soldier runs off. INT. TESELECTA, BRIDGE We see CARTER, the captain from the DOCTOR'S last meeting with the Teselecta. There are sparks flying from the DOCTOR'S use of the sonic on them. DOCTOR: (on monitor) Hello again! The Teselecta, time-travelling shape-changing robot, powered by miniaturised people. Never get bored of that! Long time since Berlin. CARTER: Doctor! What have you done to our systems? DOCTOR: (on monitor) They'll be fine, if you behave. Now this unit can disguise itself as anyone in the universe so if you're posing as Vandaleur, you're investigating the Silence... Tell me about them. CARTER: Tell you what? DOCTOR: (on monitor) One thing. Just one. Their weakest link. INT. LIVE CHESS ARENA The DOCTOR is sitting opposite a Viking with an eye patch. Between them is a table bearing a chess set. One of the pieces is charged with electricity. A crowd cheers them on from above. The Viking hesitates moving the charged piece. DOCTOR: The crowd are getting restless! They know the Queen is your only legal move. Except you've already moved it 12 times, which means there are now over four million volts running through it. The Viking looks up at the crowd who yell for him to make a move. DOCTOR: That's why they call it live chess. Even with the gauntlet you'll never make it to bishop four alive. VIKING: I am a dad man. Unless you concede the game. DOCTOR: But I'm winning. VIKING: Name your price. DOCTOR: Information. VIKING: I work for the Silence. They would kll me. DOCTOR: They're going to kll me too, very soon. I was just going to lie down and take it, but you know what? Before I go, I'd like to know why I have to die. VIKING: Dorium Maldovar is the only one who can help you. DOCTOR: Dorium's dad. The Monks beheaded him at Demons Run. VIKING: I know. Concede the game, Doctor... and I'll take you to him. The Doctor concedes and the crowd groans. INT. SEVENTH TRANSCEPT The VIKING leads the way through and underground tunnel, torch in his hand. The DOCTOR walks a step behind. There are skulls on every available surface. VIKING: The Seventh Transept. Where the Headless Monks keep the leftovers. Watch your step, there are traps everywhere. There is the sound of something scurrying across the floor. DOCTOR: Eww! I hate rats. VIKING: There are no rats in the transept. DOCTOR: Oh, good. VIKING: The skulls eat them. The skulls on the shelves turn to watch their progress. VIKING: The headless monks behead you alive, remember? The tunnel opens into a room. There are pedestals in the center with wood boxes resting on top. DOCTOR: Why are some of them in boxes? VIKING: Because some people are rich and some people are left to rot. Dorium Maldovar was always very rich. As the VIKING puts the torch into a sconce, the DOCTOR uses the sonic to scan a beautifully decorated box. After he hears the latch unlock, the DOCTOR slides the door open and peers at DORIUM'S head. DORIUM coughs. DOCTOR: Thank you for bringing me, Gantok. GANTOK: My pleasure. (aims a gn at the DOCTOR) It saves me the trouble of burying you. Nobody beats me at chess! The DOCTOR sees that GANTOK is about to step on a trap but the Viking steps on it before he can speak. GANTOK falls through the trapdoor in the floor with a scream. DOCTOR: (rushes over) Gantok! The DOCTOR looks down into the pit and sees GANTOK surrounded by skulls as they attck and he is subsumed. The skulls then turn and look up at the DOCTOR. Shocked, he pulls back and uses the sonic to close the trap. The door slamming shut wakes DORIUM. DORIUM: Hello? Is someone there? (the DOCTOR walks over) Ah, Doctor! Thank God it's you. The Monks, they turned on me. DOCTOR: Well...I'm afraid they rather did a bit. DORIUM: Give it to me straight, Doctor! How bad are my injuries? DOCTOR: Well... DORIUM: (laughs) Oh, your face! INT. SENATE, CHURCHILL'S OFFICE, DAY CHURCHILL: This is absurd! Other worlds, carnivorous skulls, talking heads. I don't know why I'm listening to you. The DOCTOR is now sitting at a table. DOCTOR: Because in another reality, you and I are friends. And you sense that. Just as you sense there is something wrong with time. CHURCHILL: You mentioned a woman... DOCTOR: Yes. I'm getting to her. CHURCHILL: What's she like? Attractive, I assume. DOCTOR: Hell. In high heels. CHURCHILL: Tell me more. INT. SEVENTH TRANSCEPT DORIUM: Oh, it's not so bad really, as long as they get your box the right way up. I got a media-chip fitted in my head years ago, and the wi-fi down here is excellent. So I keep myself entertained. DOCTOR: I need to know about the Silence. DORIUM: Oh. A religious order of great power and discretion. The sentinels of history, as they like to call themselves. DOCTOR: And they want me dad. DORIUM: No, not really. They just don't want you to remain alive. DOCTOR: That's OK. I was worried for a minute there. DORIUM: You're a man with a long and dangerous past. But your future is infinitely more terrifying. The Silence believe it must be averted. DOCTOR: You know you could've told me all this, the last time we met. DORIUM: It was a busy day and I got beheaded. DOCTOR: What's so dangerous about my future? DORIUM: On the fields of Trenzalore, at the fall of the Eleventh, when no living creature could speak falsely, or fail to answer, a question will be asked. A question that must never, ever be answered. The DOCTOR pulls out a small notebook and reads it. DOCTOR: Silence will fall when the question is asked... DORIUM: Silence MUST fall would be a better translation. The Silence are determined the question will never be answered. That the Doctor will NEVER reach Trenzalore. DOCTOR: I don't understand? What's it got to do with me? DORIUM: The first question. The oldest question in the universe, hidden in plain sight. Would you like to know what it is? DOCTOR: Yes! DORIUM: Are you sure? (the skulls turn) Very, very sure? DOCTOR: (swallows) Of course. DORIUM: Then I shall tell you. But on your own head be it. (laughs) INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR enters, carrying DORIUM'S box. DORIUM: (muffled) It's not my fault! Put me back. The DOCTOR puts the box down on the seat by the console before going to work the controls. DORIUM: (muffled) Ow! I've fallen on my nose. On the monitor, the DOCTOR pulls up the date and time of his death. DORIUM: (muffled) Have you got wi-fi here? I'm bored already and my nose is hurting! We all have to die, Doctor... But you more than most. You do see that, don't you? You know what the question is now, you do see that you have to die! INT. SENATE, SENATE ROOM, DAY The DOCTOR and CHURCHILL enter the large room. CHURCHILL: But what was the question? Why did it mean your death? DOCTOR: Suppose there was a man who knew a secret. A terrible, dangerous secret that must never be told. How would you erase that secret from the world? Destroy it forever, before it can be spoken? CHURCHILL: If I had to, I'd destroy the man. DOCTOR: And silence would fall. All the times I've heard those words, I never realised...it was my silence. My death. The Doctor will fall. (looks around) Why are we here? CHURCHILL: This?! This is the Senate Room. DOCTOR: But why did we leave your office? CHURCHILL: Well, we wanted a stroll, didn't we? (looks at revolver in his hand) DOCTOR: I think I've been running. Why do you have your revolver? CHURCHILL: Well... You're dangerous company, Soothsayer. The DOCTOR looks at his left arm and sees a black line. DOCTOR: Yes. I think I am. CHURCHILL: Resume your story. INT. TARDIS DORIUM: (muffled) Doctor, please open my hatch, I've got an awful headache... The DOCTOR makes an angry, frustrated motion towards the box, almost like he wants to pick it up and throw it across the room. DORIUM: (muffled) Which to be honest means more than it used to. The DOCTOR opens the box to reveal DORIUM upside-down. DORIUM: It's like some terrible weight pressing down on my...(opens eyes) Oh, I see! DOCTOR: Why Lake Silencio? Why Utah? DORIUM: It's a still point in time. Makes it easier to create a fixed point. And your death is a fixed point, Doctor. DOCTOR: Been running all my life. Why should I stop? DORIUM: You can't run away from this. Because now you know what's at stake. Why your life ends. DOCTOR: Not today. (dials the console phone) DORIUM: What's the point in delaying? How long have you delayed already? DOCTOR: Been knocking about. Bit of a farewell tour. Things to do, people to see, there's always more. I could invent a new colour, save the Dodo, join the Beatles! (into phone) Hello, it's me. Get him! Tell him, we're going out and it's all on me, except for the money and driving. (to DORIUM) I've got a time machine, Dorium... it's all still going on. For me, it never stops. Liz the First is waiting in a glade to elope with me. I could help Rose Tyler with her homework, I could go on all of Jack's stag parties in one night. DORIUM: Time catches up with us all! DOCTOR: Well, it has never laid a glove on me! (into phone) Hello? INT. NURSING HOME, DAY A NURSE is on the phone. NURSE: Doctor, I'm so sorry, we didn't know how to contact you. I'm afraid Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart passed away a few months ago. INT. TARDIS NURSE: (over phone) Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, I... NURSE: (over phone) It was very peaceful. He talked a lot about you, if that's any comfort. Always made us pour an extra brandy in case you came round one of these days. DORIUM: Doctor? What's wrong? DOCTOR: Nothing. Nothing. It's just... The DOCTOR hangs up phone and sighs deeply. He then reaches into one of the pockets in his coat and pulls out the blue envelopes. DOCTOR: It's time. It's time. INT. BAR The DOCTOR puts the envelopes on the table in front of the Teselecta, still in the shape of VANDELEUR. VANDALEUR: Surely you could deliver the INT. TESELECTA, BRIDGE CARTER: messages yourself. INT. BAR DOCTOR: It would involve crossing my own time stream... best not. INT. TESELECTA, BRIDGE CARTER: According to our files, this is the end for you. INT. BAR VANDALEUR: Your final journey. INT. TESELECTA, BRIDGE CARTER: We'll deliver your messages. You can depend on us. DOCTOR: (on monitor) Thank you. INT. BAR The DOCTOR heads for the door and VANDELEUR stands. VANDALEUR: Doctor, whatever you think of the Teselecta, we are champions of law and order, just as you have always been. INT. TESELECTA, BRIDGE CARTER: Is there nothing else we can do? INT. BAR The DOCTOR lowers his head and walks out the door. INT. WILLIAMS HOUSE AMY opens the door for the postman who gives her a blue envelope. CHURCHILL: (V.O.) Why would you do this? INT. SENATE, SENATE ROOM, DAY The DOCTOR looks at CHURCHILL. INT. WILLIAMS HOUSE AMY opens the envelope. CHURCHILL: (V.O.) Of all the things you've told me, this I find hardest to believe. INT. STORMCAGE RIVER opens her envelope. CHURCHILL: (V.O.) Why would you invite your friends to see your death? INT. SENATE, SENATE ROOM, DAY DOCTOR: I had to die. I didn't have to die alone. FLASHBACK TO "The Impossible Astronaut" EXT. MONUMENT VALLEY, UTAH, DAY AMY and RORY turn around and we see the DOCTOR lying on the hood of a red 1960s station wagon. AMY: Doctor! DOCTOR: Ha-ha! It's the Ponds! (gets off the car and hugs them) DOCTOR: (V.O.) Amy and Rory. The last Centurion and the girl who waited. However dark it got, I'd turn around, and there they'd be. INT. SENATE, SENATE ROOM, DAY DOCTOR: If it's time to go, remember what you're leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me. CHURCHILL: And did you tell them this was going to happen? DOCTOR: It would help if you didn't keep asking questions. (looks at his arm and sees two more tally marks)(whispers) We don't have much time. FLASHBACK TO "The Impossible Astronaut" EXT. MONUMENT VALLEY, UTAH, DAY A gn fires and the Stetson is blown off the DOCTOR'S head. The three of them turn around and see a figure silhouetted against the sun. The figure moves slightly and we see it is RIVER. CHURCHILL: (V.O.) And this woman you spoke of. Did you invite her? RIVER: (blows on the muzzle) Hello, sweetie. DOCTOR: (V.O.) Yes, she was there. EXT. SHORE OF LAKE SILENCIO, UTAH, DAY The DOCTOR is stretched out on a large picnic blanket. AMY, RORY and RIVER are sitting around the edges. DOCTOR: (V.O.) River Song came twice. DOCTOR: (pours wine into RIVER'S glass) Napoleon gave me this bottle. Well, I say gave...Threw. (toasts) Salut! ALL: Salut! RORY: So when are we going to 1969? DOCTOR: (V.O.) Everything was in place. I only had to do one more thing. I only had to die. The DOCTOR stands and holds up a hand in a wave. RORY and RIVER stand. RIVER: Oh, my God! AMY stands and looks with the others as an astronaut stands in the lake DOCTOR: You all need to stay back. Whatever happens now, you do not interfere. Clear? (walks to astronaut) RORY: That's an astronaut. That's an Apollo astronaut in the lake. Look. The DOCTOR stands in front of the astronaut on the beach. The astronaut opens its visor and we see it's RIVER. DOCTOR: Well, then. Here we are at last. RIVER: I can't stop it. The suit's in control. DOCTOR: You're not supposed to. This has to happen. RIVER: Run! DOCTOR: I did run. Running brought me here. RIVER: I tried to fight it, but I can't, it's too strong. DOCTOR: I know. It's OK. This is where I die. This is a fixed point, this must happen, this always happens. Don't worry... You won't even remember this. Look over there. (looks in the direction of the others) RIVER: (looks over and sobs) That's me. How can I be there? DOCTOR: That's you from the future. Serving time for a mrder you probably can't remember. My mrder. RIVER: Why would you do that? Make me watch? DOCTOR: So that you know this is inevitable. And you are forgiven. Always and completely forgiven. RIVER: (the arm of the suit rises) Please, my love. Please, please just run! DOCTOR: I can't. RIVER: Time can be rewritten. DOCTOR: Don't you dare. Goodbye, River. RIVER shakes her head and sobs. The DOCTOR closes his eyes, accepting his fate. There are five sonic gn and the DOCTOR jerks with each one. Realizing he's still alive, the DOCTOR cracks open one eye. RIVER: Hello, Sweetie. DOCTOR: What have you done?! RIVER: Well... I think I just drained my wapon systems. DOCTOR: But this is fixed. This is a fixed point in time. RIVER: Fixed points can be rewritten. DOCTOR: No, they can't, of course they can't, who told you?! There is a flash of light as time changes. INT. SENATE, SENATE ROOM, DAY The DOCTOR is on the opposite end of the room from CHURCHILL. CHURCHILL: Well? What happened? DOCTOR: Nothing. CHURCHILL: Nothing? (walks to the DOCTOR) DOCTOR: Nothing happened. And then it kept happening. Or, if you prefer, everything happened, at once, and it won't ever stop. Time is dying. It's going to be 5:02 in the afternoon for all eternity. A needle stuck on a record. CHURCHILL: A record? Good Lord, man, have you never heard of downloads? DOCTOR: Said Winston Churchill. CHURCHILL: (sniffs) gn. That's gn! (lifts gn) I appear to have fired this. DOCTOR: (is holding a pike) We seem to be defending ourselves. CHURCHILL: I don't understand. DOCTOR: The creatures that lead the Silence. Remarkable beings...they're memory-proof. CHURCHILL: But what does that mean? They start to back out of the room. DOCTOR: You can't remember them. The moment you look away, you forget they were ever there. (looks at arm and sees another mark) Don't panic. In small numbers, they're not too difficult. As the DOCTOR changes his grip on the pike, he sees that his right arm is covered in tally marks. The DOCTOR and CHURCHILL look up slowly and see the SILENTS hanging from the ceiling like bats. A cylindrical device is thrown into the room and rolls across the floor, beeping. DOCTOR: Go! The DOCTOR makes a run for it, knocking CHURCHILL to the floor. The bmb goes off—it's a flash-bang. The DOCTOR is knocked to the floor by the concussion of the blast. Armed soldiers burst into the room. SOLDIER: Go! Go! Keep the Silents in sight at all times, keep your eye drives active. The soldiers keep their gn aimed at the ceiling and a woman wearing a black suit saunters into the room. CHURCHILL: Who the devil are you?! Identify yourselves! The DOCTOR squints through the smoke at the woman as she moves closer. AMY: Pond. Amelia Pond. The DOCTOR laughs and CHURCHILL aims his gn at her. DOCTOR: No! (pushes the gn down) She's on our side, it's OK. AMY walks closer and the DOCTOR sees she is wearing an eye patch. DOCTOR: No! No, Amy, Amy. Why are you wearing that? AMY fires her gn and the DOCTOR falls back onto the floor. INT. ORIENT EXPRESS, AMY'S OFFICE The DOCTOR comes to and sees a ceiling fan lazily spinning. He's resting on a couch. MAN ON RADIO: The Government has again apologised for extensive radio interference caused by solar flare and sun spot activity. The DOCTOR'S eyes move from the ceiling and focus on AMY as she leans in the doorway. DOCTOR: Amy? AMY: Those stun gn aren't fun, I'm sorry. I wanted to avoid a long conversation. You need to get up though, we'll be in Cairo shortly. DOCTOR: Amy Pond! Amelia Pond from Leadworth, please, listen to me. (pulls himself into a sitting position) I know it seems impossible, but you know me. In another version of reality you and I were best friends. We, we travelled together, we had adventures... (tries to stand but needs the wall for support) Amelia Pond! You grew up with a time rift in the wall of your bedroom. You can see what others can't, you can remember things that never happened. As he's been talking, we see drawings hanging on the walls from AMY'S adventures. The DOCTOR doesn't notice. He picks up a small crafted TARDIS without realizing. DOCTOR: And if you try, if you really, really try, you'll be able to... AMY looks at the TARDIS in his hand and the DOCTOR finally sees it. DOCTOR: Oh. Oh! (sees the drawings) Oh... AMY: You look rubbish. DOCTOR: You look wonderful. (tosses the TARDIS at her) AMY: So do you. (puts down TARDIS) But don't worry. We'll soon fix that. (holds up tweed jacket with shirt and bowtie) DOCTOR: Oh! AMY laughs as she gives him the clothes. DOCTOR: Geronimo! The DOCTOR has now changed into his familiar outfit and has shaved. AMY is sitting at her desk. DOCTOR: OK, you can turn round now. How do I look? AMY: Cool. DOCTOR: Really?! AMY: No. DOCTOR: Cool office though. Why do you have an office?! Are you a special agent boss lady? Not sure about the eye patch. AMY: It's not an eye patch. Time's gone wrong. Some of us noticed. There's a whole team of us working on it... You'll see. DOCTOR: And you've got an office on a train, that is so cool. Can I have an office? Never had an office before! Or a train. Or a train slash office. AMY: (runs over and hugs him) God, I've missed you! DOCTOR: OK, hugging and missing now. (breaks hug) Where's the Roman? AMY: You mean Rory! DOCTOR: Mmm. AMY: My husband Rory, yeah? (holds up a sketch) That's him, isn't it? I've no idea, I can't find him. I love him very much, don't I? DOCTOR: (looks at the sketch) Apparently. AMY: I have to keep doing this. I have to keep writing and drawing things. It's just so hard to keep remembering... (leans against the desk) DOCTOR: It's not your fault, time's gone wrong. Do you remember why? AMY: The lakeside. DOCTOR: Lake Silencio, Utah. I died. AMY: But then you didn't. I remember it twice, different ways. DOCTOR: Two different versions of the same event, both happening in the same moment. Time split wide open. Now look at it. (points out window) All of history happening at once. AMY: Does it matter? I mean can't we just stay like this? DOCTOR: Time isn't just frozen. It's disintegrating. It will spread and spread and all of reality will simply fall apart. There is a knock on the door and a soldier leans in, also wearing an eye patch. It is RORY. The DOCTOR grins at seeing him. RORY: Ma'am, we're about to arrive. Eye drives need to be activated as soon as we disembark. AMY: Good point. Thank you, Captain Williams. DOCTOR: Hello. RORY: Hello, sir. Pleased to meet you. AMY: Captain Williams, best of the best, couldn't live without him. As RORY turns and walks away, the DOCTOR holds up AMY'S sketch and laughs. DOCTOR: No. (makes a face at the likeness) AMY: What is wrong? DOCTOR: (puts down sketch) Amy... You'll find your Rory, you always do. But you have to really look. AMY: I am looking. DOCTOR: Oh, my Amelia Pond. (takes her head in his hands) You don't always look hard enough. AMY: Why are you older? If time isn't really passing, then how can you be ageing? DOCTOR: Time's still passing for me. (walks away) Every explsin has an epicentre. I'm it... I'm what's wrong. AMY: What's wrong with you? DOCTOR: (closes his eyes and shakes his head before turning around) I'm still alive. EXT. GREAT PYRAMID, EVENING The train rides a trestle that takes it directly into the pyramid. Painted on the side is a large American flag with "Area 52" underneath it. On top is a spire. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, EVENING RORY leads the way down the narrow stairs. The DOCTOR is holding his eye patch with distaste. AMY follows behind. RORY: You have to put it on, sir. DOCTOR: An eye patch. What for? AMY: It's not an eye patch. RORY: It's an eye drive, sir. It communicates directly with the memory centres of the brain, acts as external storage. AMY: Only thing that works on them. Because no living mind can remember these things. The soldiers that were waiting at the base of the stairs fall in behind them. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, CONTAINMENT ROOM, EVENING Inside the room are containment chambers in which the Silents are suspended in fluid. RORY: The Silents. We've captured over 100 of them now, all held in this Pyramid. The DOCTOR walks up to one of the chambers. DOCTOR: Yeah. I've encountered them before. Always wondered what they looked like. The SILENT in the chamber tilts its head at the DOCTOR. AMY: Put your eye drive on and, you'll retain the information. But only as long as you're wearing it. DOCTOR: (looks at AMY) The Silents have human servants. They all wear these. AMY: They'd have to. RORY: This way. As they walk through the room, the Silents watch the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR puts on the patch. RORY: They seem to be noticing you. DOCTOR: Yeah. They would. AMY: So why aren't the human race klling them on sight any more? DOCTOR: That was a whole other reality. What are the tnk for? RORY: They can draw electricity from anything, it's how they attck. The fluid insulates them. And I don't like how the way they're looking at you. DOCTOR: Me neither. RORY: (to AMY) Ma'am, I'm sure it's nothing, but I should check it out. They haven't been this active in a while. (to soldiers) You two, upstairs, check all the tnk seals. Then the floors above, get everyone checking. SOLDIERS: Sir! (leave) RORY: You go ahead, Ma'am. AMY: Thank you, Captain Williams. Doctor, this way. RORY goes to check the tnk as AMY and the DOCTOR continue on. DOCTOR: Captain Williams, nice fella. What's his first name? AMY: Captain. Just through here. DOCTOR: Just give us a moment, just need to... check something... Ma'am. (gives her a light salute) As the DOCTOR turns back, AMY speaks into a comms unit in her lapel. AMY: We're in. He's on his way. The DOCTOR walks up to RORY who is checking the seals on the tnk. DOCTOR: The loyal soldier, waiting to be noticed, always the pattern, why is that? RORY: Sorry, sir? DOCTOR: Your boss, you should just ask her out, she likes you. She said so. RORY: Really, sir. What did she say? DOCTOR: Ah, she just sort of generally indicated. RORY: What exactly what did she say? DOCTOR: She said that you were a Mr Hottie... ness. And that she would like to go out with you for... texting and scones. RORY: You really haven't done this before, have you? DOCTOR: No, I haven't. RORY: (pause) See you in a moment, sir. DOCTOR: Yes. (pats him on the shoulder) Yes. (rejoins AMY) AMY: Come on, Doctor. Time for you to meet some old friends. RORY: (speaker) Attention, all personnel. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, KING'S CHAMBER, EVENING The DOCTOR and AMY walk into a large open chamber that is acting as the nerve center for the project. RORY: (over speaker) Attention, all personnel. Please check all assigned containment units. A female doctor, KENT, is speaking to the woman in charge. KENT: You were right. Just his presence in the building caused the loop to extend by nearly four chronons. A digital clock now reads 5:02:57. The seconds keep changing. DOCTOR: Hi, honey. I'm home. The woman turns around and we see it is RIVER. RIVER: And what sort of time do you call this? RIVER walks away to reveal KOVARIAN bound to a chair. KOVARIAN: The death of time. The end of time. The end of us all. Oh, why couldn't you just die? DOCTOR: Did me best, dear. I showed up. (walks around the chamber) You just can't get the psychopaths these days. Love what you've done with the pyramids. How did you swing all this? RIVER: Hallucinogenic lipstick. Works wonders on President Kennedy. And Cleopatra was a real pushover. DOCTOR: I always thought so. RIVER: She mentioned you. DOCTOR: What did she say? RIVER: Put down that gn. DOCTOR: Did you? RIVER: Eventually. KOVARIAN: They're flirting! Do I have to watch this? RIVER: It was such a basic mistake, wasn't it, Madame Kovarian? Take a child, raise her into a perfect psychopath, introduce her to the Doctor. Who else was I going to fall in love with? DOCTOR: It's not funny, River. Reality is fatally compromised. Tell me you understand that. RIVER: Dinner? DOCTOR: I don't have the time. Nobody has the time, because as long I'm alive, time is dying. Because of you, River. RIVER: Because I refused to kll the man I love. DOCTOR: Oh, you love me, do you? Oh, that's sweet of you! (starts walking towards RIVER) Isn't that sweet? AMY: Get him! DOCTOR: C'mere you! Soldiers pull the DOCTOR away from RIVER. RIVER: I'm not a fool, sweetie. I know what happens if we touch. With a quick smile at the soldiers, the DOCTOR lunges at RIVER and grabs her wrist. RIVER: Get off me, get him off me! AMY: Doctor, no, let go! Please Doctor let go!! The clock moves to 5:03. KENT: It's moving. Time's moving! RIVER: Get him off me! AMY: Doctor! DOCTOR: I'm sorry, River, it's the only way! For a brief moment, they are back at Lake Silencio. The soldiers pull the DOCTOR away. RIVER rubs her wrist. RIVER: Cuff him. DOCTOR: Oh, why do you always have handcuffs? The soldiers handcuff the DOCTOR'S hands behind his back. DOCTOR: It's the only way. We're the opposite poles of the disruption. If we touch, we short out the differential, time can begin. RIVER: And I'll be by a lakeside, klling you. DOCTOR: And time won't fall apart. Reality will continue. There isn't another way. RIVER: I didn't say there was, sweetie. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, CONTAINMENT ROOM, EVENING One of the Silents waits for the soldiers to pass by before pressing its hand to the glass. It cracks at its fingertips. RORY comes by to check the seals and sees water dripping from the ceiling. What he doesn't see is water coming down the stairs. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, KING'S CHAMBER, EVENING RIVER: There are so many theories about you and I, you know. DOCTOR: Idle gossip. RIVER: Archaeology. DOCTOR: Same thing. RIVER: (walks up to him) Am I the woman who marries you, or the woman who mrder you? DOCTOR: Oh! I don't want to marry you. RIVER: I don't want to mrder you. AMY feels something drip on her head. DOCTOR: This is no fun at all. RIVER: It isn't, is it? AMY: (looking up) Doctor... What's that? They look up at the ceiling and see a line of water dripping down. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, CONTAINMENT ROOM, EVENING As RORY watches, another Silent presses its hand against the glass and it cracks. Yet another creeps down the stairs behind him. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, KING'S CHAMBER, EVENING DOCTOR: The pyramid above us. How many Silents do you have trapped inside it? KOVARIAN: None. They're not trapped, they never have been. They've been waiting for this, Doctor... For you. RORY bursts into the room. RORY: They're out! All of them. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, CONTAINMENT ROOM, EVENING The soldiers try to hold back the Silents but the aliens begin electrocuting them. gn has no effect. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, KING'S CHAMBER, EVENING A thick plank of wood is placed horizontally across the doors. SOLDIER: No-one gets in here! RORY: Ma'am, my men out there, should be able to lock this down we have them outnumbered. KOVARIAN: And you're wearing eye drives based on mine, I think. Oops! DOCTOR: What do you mean? KENT screams as her eyes drive becomes electrified. She falls to the floor. DOCTOR: Help her! Help her! As AMY runs over to KENT, RORY helps a soldier whose eye drive has malfunctioned. AMY: She's dad. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, CONTAINMENT ROOM, EVENING Between the Silents and the electrified eye drives, the soldiers are falling quickly. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, KING'S CHAMBER, EVENING The DOCTOR groans as his eye drive goes live. DOCTOR: Eye pads off, now, remove them! AMY pulls the DOCTOR'S patch off just before hers goes haywire. KOVARIAN: The Silence would never allow an advantage, without taking one themselves. The effects will vary from person to person... either death or debilitating agony. But they will take you all, one by one. RIVER goes to AMY to help take her patch off. KOVARIAN: (patch buzzes) What are you doing? No, it's me... Don't be stupid, you need me. Stop it, stop that! DOCTOR: (to RIVER) We could stop this right now, you and I. KOVARIAN: Get it off me! DOCTOR: Amy, tell her! AMY: We've been working on something. Just let us show you. DOCTOR: That's my point. There's nothing you can do. My time is up. AMY: We're doing this for you! DOCTOR: Then people are dying for me. I won't thank you for that, Amelia Pond. KOVARIAN: (straining) Get it... RIVER: Just let us show you! AMY: Please. The DOCTOR shakes his head. AMY: (turns to RORY) Captain Williams, how long do we have? RORY: A couple of minutes. The aliens ram the door. RIVER: That's enough. We're going to the Receptor Room right at the top of the pyramid. I hope you're ready for a climb. RIVER leads the DOCTOR out of the room. AMY goes to follow. RORY: I'll wait down here, ma'am, buy you as much time as I can. AMY: You have to take your eye drive off. RORY: Can't do that, Ma'am. Might forget what's coming. AMY: But it could activate any second. RORY aims his gn at the door. RORY: It has activated, Ma'am. AMY sees RORY fist clenched and shaking at his side. RORY: But I'm no use to you if I can't remember. (uses second hand to steady the first) You have to go NOW, Ma'am. AMY: Yes. Yes, thank you, Captain Williams. (leaves) As RORY fights off the effects of the eye drive, AMY pauses and looks back at him before continuing out. The door bursts open, the bar of wood shattering. RORY gives in to the pain as the SILENTS enter the room. On his knees, RORY shouts in pain. SILENT: Rory Williams the man who dies and dies again. (the electricity builds) Die one last time and know she will never come back for you. AMY returns with a machine gn and opens fre on the SILENTS, klling them. RORY groans. AMY: (helps RORY up) Come on, you... up you get! You all right? (pulls off his patch) AMY and RORY start to leave. KOVARIAN calls to AMY, her eye patch halfway off. KOVARIAN: Amy... help me. AMY: (walks over) You took my baby from me. And hurt her. And now she's all grown up and she's fine, but I'll never see my baby again. KOVARIAN: But you'll still save me though. Because HE would, and you'd never do anything to disappoint your precious Doctor. RORY: Ma'am, we have to go... now! AMY: The Doctor is very precious to me, you're right. But do you know what else he is, Madame Kovarian? Not here. (puts KOVARIAN'S eye patch back) River Song didn't get it all from you... sweetie. AMY loops her arm through that of a puzzled RORY and leads him from the room as KOVARIAN screams. AMY: So, you and me, we should get a drink some time. RORY: OK. AMY: And married. RORY: Fine. INT. GREAT PYRAMID, CORRIDORS, EVENING The Silents continue to battle the soldiers. EXT. GREAT PYRAMID, BEACON, EVENING RIVER and the DOCTOR arrive at the top of the pyramid. DOCTOR: What's this? Oh, it's a timey-wimey distress beacon. Who built this? RIVER: I'm the child of the TARDIS, I understand the physics. DOCTOR: Yes, but that's all you've got - a distress beacon! RIVER: I've been sending out a message, a distress call. Outside the bubble of our time, the universe is still turning, and I've sent a message everywhere, to the future and the past, the beginning and the end of everything. "The Doctor is dying, please, please help". DOCTOR: River, River, this is ridiculous. That would mean nothing to anyone, it's insane. Worse, it's stupid! You embarrass me. AMY and RORY arrive. AMY: We barricaded the door, we've got a few minutes…just tell him. Just tell him, River. RIVER: Those reports of the sun spots and the solar flares. They're wrong, there aren't any. It's not the sun, it's you, the sky is full of a million, million voices, saying yes, of course we'll help. You've touched so many lives, saved so many people. Did you think, when your time came, you'd really have to do more than just ask? You've decided that the universe is better off without you, but the universe doesn't agree. DOCTOR: River, no-one can help me. A fixed point has been altered, time is disintegrating. RIVER: I can't let you die. DOCTOR: But I have to die. RIVER: Shut up! I can't let you die without knowing you are loved by so many, and so much. And by no-one more than me. DOCTOR: River, you and I, we know what this means. We are ground zero of an explsin that will engulf all reality. Billions on billions will suffer and die. RIVER: I'll suffer if I have to kll you. DOCTOR: More than every living thing in the universe?! RIVER: Yes. DOCTOR: River, River, why do you had have to be this. Melody Pond... (looks at AMY and RORY) your daughter. I hope you're both proud. (turns his back on them) RORY: I'm not sure I completely understand... AMY: We got married, and had a kid, that's her. RORY: OK. DOCTOR: Amy, uncuff me, now. With a look at RIVER, AMY goes over and uncuffs the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR takes a deep breath and turns around, rubbing his hands. DOCTOR: OK. I need a strip of cloth, about a foot long. Anything will do. Never mind. (unties bowtie) River, take one end of this, wrap it around your hand, and hold it out to me. RIVER: What am I doing? They both wrap an end of the tie around their hands. DOCTOR: As you're told. Now, we're in the middle of a combat zone, so we'll have to do the quick version. Captain Williams, say "I consent and gladly give". RORY: To what? DOCTOR: Just say it. Please. RORY: I consent and gladly give. DOCTOR: Need you to say it too, mother of the bride. AMY: I consent and gladly give. DOCTOR: Now, River, I'm about to whisper something in your ear, and you have to remember it very, very carefully and tell no-one what I said. The DOCTOR whispers in RIVER'S ear and she reacts as if she's just be told something wonderful, the secret of the ages. DOCTOR: I just told you my name. Now there you go, River Song. Melody Pond. You're the woman who married me. And wife, I have a request. This world is dying, and it's my fault, and I can't bear it another day. Please, help me. There isn't another way. RIVER: Then you may kiss the bride. DOCTOR: I'll make it a good one. RIVER: You better. They kiss and time begins to move once more. EXT. SHORE OF LAKE SILENCIO, UTAH, DAY RIVER cries as she sh*t the DOCTOR. AMY, runs towards him but RORY and FURTURE RIVER stop her. AMY cries over the DOCTOR'S body. The DOCTOR'S body burns on the funeral boat. DOCTOR: (V.O.) And you are forgiven. Always and completely forgiven. EXT. LONDON, DAY The steam trains, the hot air balloons and the pterodactyls disappear. EXT. SPACE As we view the Earth, we hear another verse of the rhyme. GIRL: Tick tock goes the clock He gave all he could give her Tick tock goes the clock, Now prison waits for River. EXT. WILLIAMS BACK GARDEN, NIGHT AMY is sitting at a table, a blanket wrapped about her shoulders. On the table is a bottle of wine and two glasses. There is a flash of light and crackle of electricity but AMY doesn't even blink. AMY: Heard there was a freak meteor shower two miles away... So I got us a bottle. RIVER: Thank you, dear. (picks up the bottle and pours a glass) AMY: So where are we? RIVER: I just climbed out of the Byzantium. You were there. So young, (sits) didn't have a clue who I was... You're funny like that. Where are you? AMY: The Doctor's dad. (sips wine) RIVER: How are you doing? AMY: How do you think? RIVER: Well, I don't know unless you tell me. AMY: I klled someone. Madame Kovarian, in cold blood. RIVER: In an aborted time-line, in a world that never was... AMY: Yeah, well, I can remember it, so it happened, so I did it. What does that make me now? I need to talk to the Doctor, but I can't now, can I? RIVER: (sets down glass) If you could talk to him, would it make a difference? AMY: But he's dad, so I can't. RIVER: Oh, mother...of course he isn't. (puts hand on AMY'S leg) AMY: Not for you, I suppose, you're seeing the younger versions of him, running around, having adventures. RIVER: Yeah, I am...but that's not what I mean. AMY: Then what do you mean? RIVER: OK. I'm going to tell you what I probably shouldn't. The Doctor's last secret. Don't you want to know what he whispered in my ear? AMY: He whispered his name. RIVER: Not his name, no. AMY: Yes, it was. He said it was. RIVER: Rule One? AMY: The Doctor lies. RIVER: So do I... all the time, I have to, spoilers. Pretending I don't know you're my mother. Pretending I didn't recognize the space suit in Florida. AMY: What did he whisper in your ear? RIVER: Oh, that man, he's always one step ahead of everyone. Always a plan. AMY: River, what did he tell you? River! RIVER laughs. INT. WILLIAMS HOUSE, NIGHT RORY comes home and removes his messenger bag. He looks outside as he hears AMY squeal and sees AMY and RIVER hugging. He goes outside. EXT. WILLIAMS BACK GARDEN, NIGHT RORY: Hey? AMY: (hugs RORY) He's not dad, he's not dad! RORY: Are you sure, River? Are you really, properly sure? RIVER: Of course I'm sure. I'm his wife! AMY: Yes! And I'm his... mother-in-law. RIVER: Father dear, I think Mummy might need another drink. RORY: Yes. Yes. INT. SEVENTH TRANSCEPT A hooded figure is carrying DORIUM'S box solemnly back to its pedestal. DORIUM: (muffled) Who's carrying me? I demand to know...I'm a head, I have rights! I want my doors open this time. The figure places the box gently back in its spot. DORIUM: (muffled) I demand that my doors are open. The figure slides the box open and walks away. DORIUM: Is it you?! It is, isn't it? The figure stops and slowly turns around. DORIUM: It IS you, I can sense it. But how did you do it? How could you possibly have escaped?! FLASHBACK INT. TESELECTA, BRIDGE CARTER: Is there nothing else we can do? INT. BAR The DOCTOR lowers his head and walks out the door but darts back in. DOCTOR: Actually, thinking about it... EXT. GREAT PYRAMID, BEACON, EVENING The DOCTOR whispers in RIVER'S ear. DOCTOR: Look into my eye. RIVER looks into the DOCTOR'S eye only to see the DOCTOR and the TARDIS. The DOCTOR inside shushes her. INT. SEVENTH TRANSCEPT The DOCTOR drops the hooded cloak to the floor. DORIUM is stunned. DOCTOR: The Teselecta. A Doctor in a Doctor-Suit. (walks back to DORIUM) Time said I had to be on that beach so I dressed for the occasion barely got singed in that boat. DORIUM: So you're going to do this, let them all think you're d*ad? DOCTOR: It's the only way. Then they can all forget me. I got too big, Dorium, too noisy...time to step back into the shadows. DORIUM: And Dr Song? In prison all her days? DOCTOR: Her days, yes. Her nights... Well, that's between her and me, eh? DORIUM: So many secrets, Doctor. I'll help you keep them, of course... DOCTOR: Well, you're not exactly going anywhere, are you? DORIUM: But you're a fool nonetheless. It's all still waiting for you... the fields of Trenzalore, the fall of the Eleventh. And the question! DOCTOR: (mock salute) Goodbye, Dorium. (turns away and walks down tunnel) DORIUM: The first question! The question that must never be answered, hidden in plain sight. The question you've been running from all your life. Doctor who? Doctor who? Doc... tor... WHO?!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "06x13 - The Wedding of River Song"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. PLANET As we pan across a post-apocalyptic landscape of destroyed and corroded buildings, we hear a WOMAN’S voice-over. One of the buildings is shaped like a Dalek. WOMAN: (V.O.) First there were the Daleks... And then there was a man who fought them. And then, in time, he died. We zoom in through the eyestalk. INT. BUILDING We see someone walking through the halls, a fre burning behind them. WOMAN: (V.O.) There are a few, of course, who believe this man somehow survived...and that one day he will return. For both our sakes, dearest Hannah, we must hope these stories are true. There is a silhouette on the wall and we see it is the DOCTOR. The WOMAN is wearing a hooded cloak and turns from the window as she hears his approach. DOCTOR: I got your message. Not many people can do that, send me messages. WOMAN: I have a daughter. Hannah. She's in a Dalek prison camp. They say you can help. DOCTOR: Do they? I wish they'd stop. (walks to window) Helluva choice of meeting place. WOMAN: They said I'd have to intrigue you. DOCTOR: Skaro. The original planet of the Daleks. Look at the state of it. (turns to WOMAN) Who told you about me? WOMAN: Does it matter? DOCTOR: (walks towards WOMAN) Maybe not. (pulls off her hood) But you're very well informed. (walks away from her) If Hannah's in a Dalek prison camp, tell me, why aren't you? WOMAN: I escaped. DOCTOR: (mirthless chuckle) No, nobody escapes the Dalek camps. (grips her hand) You're very cold. (puts a hand to her cheek then nervously looks around) WOMAN: What's wrong? DOCTOR: It's a trap. WOMAN: What is? DOCTOR: You are and you don't even know it. The DOCTOR backs away from the WOMAN. The WOMAN’S head jerks and a Dalek eyestalk sprouts from her forehead. She raises her right hand and a Dalek gn extends from her palm. She fires at the DOCTOR and he falls backward with a cry. The WOMAN walks away and through the window we see a Dalek ship. DALEK: The Doctor is acquired. INT. PHOTO sht, DAY AMY is all glammed up with hair frizzed and wild. On one hand she has written "HATE" and "LOVE" on the other. She then changes to a tight tunic/dress over tights with boots and a leather jacket. A PA comes into the room and waves for her attention. She stops the sht. AMY: I'll just be a minute. She slides down the bannister and walks over to the PA. PA: Er... your husband is here. AMY: I don't have a husband. PA: Well, apparently you still do. AMY strides down the hall and enters the room at the end. INT. MAKEUP ROOM, DAY RORY is sitting in one of the chairs. RORY: (holds up papers) You have to sign these. AMY: (walks over and takes papers) And then we're not married? RORY: Just like magic. AMY: (signs papers) Can't chat. Working. RORY: (takes papers) Really? Thought you were just pouting at a camera. (stands and makes for the door) AMY: Rory... RORY dodges the MAKEUP GIRL as she comes in. AMY watches him leave. Unseen, the lights on one of the makeup mirrors flickers. MAKEUP GIRL: Sorry, love, was I interrupting? Gosh look at you, you've gone so pale. Come on take a seat, we'll soon sort that out. The MAKEUP GIRL’S head drops to her chest suddenly. AMY turns around in time to see an eyestalk come from her head. DALEK: Amelia Pond is acquired. INT. BUS, DAY The doors slide open with a hiss and RORY climbs on. RORY: Cheers. RORY takes a seat on the empty bus and looks down at the signed papers with a shake of his head. He hears a squelching sound and looks up to see an eyestalk reflected in the rearview mirror. DALEK: Rory Williams is acquired. A bright light flashes through the bus. INT. ROOM RORY comes to lying on the floor in a white room. He sits with a start and AMY is already there, standing, arms crossed. RORY: Where are we? AMY jerks her head and RORY gets up and runs to the only window. Outside are a number of Dalek spaceships. RORY: So how much trouble are we in? A door opens and a Dalek enters the room. DOCTOR: How much trouble, Mr Pond? (follows Dalek) Out of ten? Eleven. The ceiling opens in a circular pattern and the floor rises. INT. PARLIAMENT They find themselves in an auditorium surrounded by thousands of Daleks of different Marks and versions. On a pedestal to one side, a Dalek is out of his case. He is the PRIME MINISTER. AMY: Where are we? Spaceship, right? DOCTOR: Not just any spaceship. The Parliament of the Daleks. Be brave. AMY: What do we do? DOCTOR: Make them remember you. Well come on then. You've got me! What are you waiting for? At long last, it's Christmas! (holds out arms) Here I am! (closes his eyes) PRIME MINISTER: Save us. The DOCTOR cracks open one eye. PRIME MINISTER: You will save us. DOCTOR: (opens eyes, drops arms and turns) I'll what? PRIME MINISTER: You will save the Daleks. DALEKS: Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks! DOCTOR: Well, this is new. Matt Smith Karen Gillan Arthur Darvill DOCTOR WHO "Asylum of the Daleks" By Steven Moffat PRODUCER Marcus Wilson DIRECTOR Nick Hurran INT. LIVING QUARTERS :[/b] Habernera" from Carmen plays as a YOUNG WOMAN describes her day. YOUNG WOMAN: (V.O.) Day 363. The terror continues. (nails boards over door) Also, made another soufflé. Very nearly. (throws out brned and sunken soufflé) Checked defences. (some boards are down) They came again last night. It's still always at night. Maybe they're vampires. The YOUNG WOMAN swings in a hammock and speaks into a Dictaphone. YOUNG WOMAN: Oh, and it's my Mum's birthday. Happy birthday, Mum. I did make you a soufflé, but it was too beautiful to live. There is a loud banging from outside. DALEK: You will let us enter! We will enter! We are the Daleks, you will let us enter! Enter! ENTER! ENTER! The YOUNG WOMAN turns up the music as it becomes the :[/b] Toreador Song". She then puts her hands over her ears. INT. PARLIAMENT The DOCTOR paces and the Daleks swivel their eyestalks to watch him. RORY: What's he doing? AMY: He's chosen the most defendable area in the room, counted all the Daleks, counted all the exits and now he's calculating the exact distance we're standing apart and starting to worry. Oh, and look at him frowning now. Something's wrong with Amy and Rory, and who's going to fix it? And he straightens his bow tie! DALEK SUPREME: We have arrived. DOCTOR: Arrived where? PRIME MINISTER: Doctor... WOMAN: The Prime Minister will speak with you now. The DOCTOR walks towards the PRIME MINISTER but stops when he is even with the WOMAN. DOCTOR: (hushed) Do you remember who you were, before they emptied you out and turned you into their puppet? WOMAN: My memories are only re-activated if they are required to facilitate deep cover or disguise. DOCTOR: You had a daughter. WOMAN: I know. I've read my file. The WOMAN motions with her hand for him to continue on to the PRIME MINISTER. After a slight hesitation, the DOCTOR walks up the ramp to stand in front of the PRIME MINISTER. DOCTOR: Well? PRIME MINISTER: What do you know of the Dalek Asylum? DOCTOR: According to legend, you have a dumping ground. A planet where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong. The battle-scarred, the insane. The ones even you can't control. Which never made any sense to me... (turns away) PRIME MINISTER: Why not? DOCTOR: Because you'd just kll them. PRIME MINISTER: It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred. DOCTOR: (turns back) Offensive? PRIME MINISTER: Does it surprise you to know the Daleks have a concept of beauty? DOCTOR: (bends over to be face-to-face) I thought you'd run out of ways to make me sick, but hello again. You think hatred is beautiful? (walks away) PRIME MINISTER: Perhaps that is why we have never been able to kll you. The DOCTOR stops at this comment. The floor underneath AMY and RORY opens to show a view of the planet below them. RORY and AMY peer at the planet from a distance. The DOCTOR joins them, followed by the woman. WOMAN: The Asylum. It occupies the entire planet. Right to the core. DOCTOR: How many Daleks are in there? WOMAN: A count has not been made. Millions, certainly. DOCTOR: All still alive? WOMAN: It has to be assumed. The Asylum is fully automated - supervision is not required. AMY: Armed? WOMAN: The Daleks are always armed. RORY: What colour? (they look at him) Sorry. There weren't any good questions left. WOMAN: This signal is being received from the very heart of the Asylum. The :[/b] Habernera" from Carmen comes over the speakers. The DOCTOR acts like he is in there with the music. DALEK SUPREME: What is the noise? Explain! Explain! DOCTOR: It's me. RORY: Sorry what?! DOCTOR: It's me. Playing the triangle. OK, I got buried in the mix. Carmen! Lovely show. Someone's transmitting this. (uses sonic on transmitter) Have you considered tracking back the signal and talking to them? He asked the Daleks... CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS DOCTOR: Hello? Hello, Carmen? Hello? YOUNG WOMAN: Hello? DOCTOR: Come in, come in, come in, Carmen. YOUNG WOMAN: (rushes over to chair and keyboard) Hello, yes, yes, sorry, do you read me?! DOCTOR: Yes, reading you loud and clear. Identify yourself and report your status. YOUNG WOMAN: Hello! Are you real? Are you actually, properly real? DOCTOR: Yep, confirmed, actually properly real. YOUNG WOMAN: Oswin Oswald, Junior Entertainment Manager, Starship Alaska. Current status - crashed and shipwrecked somewhere... not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing. Provisions good, but keen to move on. DOCTOR: A year? Are you OK? Are you...under attck? OSWIN: Some local life-forms, I've been keeping them out. DOCTOR: Do you know what those life-forms are? OSWIN: I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah. DOCTOR: What have been doing, on your own, against the Daleks for a year?! OSWIN: Making soufflés. DOCTOR: Soufflés?! Against the Daleks? Where do you get the milk? DALEK SUPREME: This conversation is irrelevant. DOCTOR: No, it isn't! OSWIN: (fiddles with controls) No, hello... hello! DOCTOR: Because a Starliner's crashed into your Asylum, and someone's got in. And if someone can get in, then everything can get out... a tsunami of insane Daleks. Even you don't want that. DALEK SUPREME: The Asylum must be cleansed. DOCTOR: Then why is it still here? You've got enough firepower on this ship, to blast it out of the sky. WOMAN: The Asylum force-field is impenetrable. DOCTOR: Turn it off. WOMAN: It can only be turned off from within the Asylum. DOCTOR: A small task force could sneak through a force-field (heads down ramp) send in a couple of Daleks. (stops) Oh! (applauds) Oh, that's good. That's brilliant. You're all too scared to go down there! Not one of you will go! So tell me - what do the Daleks do when they're too scared? DALEK SUPREME: The Predator of the Daleks will be deployed. DOCTOR: You don't have a predator. And even if you did, why would they turn off a force-field for you? PRIME MINISTER: Because you will have no other means of escape. WOMAN: May I clarify... The Predator is the Daleks' word for you. DOCTOR: Me?! Me?! WOMAN: You will need this. It will protect you from the Nano-cloud. Two male Dalek "puppets" arrive and snap a band on the DOCTOR’S right wrist. A blue light turns on when it is in place. DOCTOR: The what? The nano-what? The two men take the DOCTOR by the arms and pull him back down to where RORY and AMY are standing. WOMAN: The gravity beam will convey you close to the source of the transmission. You must find a way to deactivate the force-field from there. A bright beam of light rushes up through the floor. DOCTOR: You're going to fre me at a planet? That's your plan? I get fired at a planet and expected to fix it? RORY: In fairness, that is slightly your MO. DOCTOR: Don't be fair to the Daleks when they're fring me at a planet! What do you want with them?! Bands are placed on AMY and RORY’S wrists as well DALEK SUPREME: It is known that the Doctor requires companions. RORY: Oh, Brilliant. Good-oh! DOCTOR: (whispers) Don't worry, we'll get through this I promise. Don't be scared. AMY: Scared? Who's scared? Geronimo. The DOCTOR chuckles as one of the men pushes him into the beam. DOCTOR: Oi! AMY and RORY are pushed in after him. INT. GRAVITY BEAM The three of them fall, RORY is upside-down. RORY: Wrong way up! Wrong way up! AMY: RORY! EXT. PLANET SURFACE The three of them fall to the surface in different areas of the snow-covered planet. A MAN working on a surface hatch looks up and sees them fall. He drops his tool and runs until he finds AMY lying on her back on the ground. AMY slowly opens her eyes. MAN: Hello? Hello, who are you? Are you OK? AMY scoots away from the MAN before standing and looking around. AMY: Rory? Doctor?! MAN: I'm Harvey. No... (AMY walks off) Who's Rory? Where are you going?! (follows) In another area, a periscope pops out from the snow. It swivels before retracting. It then pops up a few feet away from its original location. It repeats the process again until we see what it has found: the DOCTOR lying on his back on the ground. He lifts his head and laughs. He then spots the periscope. DOCTOR: Hey! Huh? "Habernera" from Carmen plays over the speakers. OSWIN: (over speaker) Sorry, sorry! Pressed the wrong switch. DOCTOR: Soufflé girl? CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN is sitting in her chair, keyboard on her lap. She watches the DOCTOR through the periscope. OSWIN: Could always call me Oswin, seeing as that's my name. You OK? DOCTOR: How are you doing that? (taps glass) This is Dalek technology. OSWIN: Well it's very easy to hack. DOCTOR: (uses sonic) No, it isn't. Where are you? OSWIN: Ship broke up when it ht. Somewhere underground, I think. You coming to get me? AMY: Doctor! DOCTOR: Hey! (starts to lose connection) Oi! soufflé girl! Come back. OSWIN tries to regain the connection. AMY: Doctor! DOCTOR: (turns around) Amy! The DOCTOR helps AMY regain her footing as she comes down the snowy slope. He sees HARVEY. DOCTOR: Where's Rory? HARVEY: There was another beam. (points) There, over there. AMY and the DOCTOR run in the direction HARVEY is pointing. HARVEY: Are you the rescue team?! (follows) INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN tries to get the communications working again. OSWIN: Hello! EXT. PLANET SURFACE The DOCTOR, AMY and HARVEY reach a perfectly round hole in the ground that looks like a well. AMY and the DOCTOR kneel. AMY: (echoes) Rory? Rory?! RORY! We zoom down the well. INT. ASYLUM: RORY is lying face-down on the floor and wakes only when water drips on him and he wipes it off. He jumps to his feet when he sees he is in a room filled with Daleks. These Daleks are not moving and the casings are covered in dust. RORY slowly approaches one, and cautiously reaches out to touch it, jerking back quickly. The Dalek does not react. RORY then pushes it away. The Dalek rolls backwards. RORY shrugs before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a torch. He starts to explore. EXT. PLANET SURFACE HARVEY takes the DOCTOR and AMY back to the hatch. HARVEY: We came down two days ago. There is 12 other escape pods. I don't know what happened to them. As HARVEY opens the hatch, AMY wipes away some of the snow surrounding it and sees the name of the ship. AMY: Alaska? That's the same ship as soufflé girl. DOCTOR: Yes... Except she's been here a year. INT. ESCAPE POD HARVEY climbs down the ladder into the pod followed by AMY and the DOCTOR. HARVEY: We should have some climbing rope long enough for that hole. (goes to locker) There are suited crew-members sitting in the chairs but don’t react at their entrance. DOCTOR: Won't you introduce us to your crew? HARVEY: Ah yeah, sorry. Guys, this is the Doctor and Amy. The DOCTOR salutes but there is no reaction from the crew. HARVEY: Guys? The DOCTOR pats the shoulder of the crew member closest to him and reveals a dried-out, mummified corpse. HARVEY: Oh, my God! The DOCTOR takes out the sonic and scans the bodies. DOCTOR: They're dad. All of them. HARVEY: That's not possible. I just spoke to them. Two hours ago, we were doing engine repairs! DOCTOR: (pulls back the hood from another body) You're sure about that, are you? Cos I'd say they've all been dad for a very long time. HARVEY: But...but they can't have been... AMY: Well, they didn't get in that state in two hours. HARVEY: Oh, of course! Stupid me. AMY: Of course, what? HARVEY: I died outside and the cold preserved my body. I forgot about dying. An eyestalk grows out of his forehead and he advances on the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR grabs a fre extinguisher and fires it on HARVEY. DOCTOR: Amy! The door! AMY pushes the button to open a door and the DOCTOR forces HARVEY through it. They lock him away. AMY: Explain! That's what you're good at. How did he get all Daleked? DOCTOR: Because he wasn't wearing one of these. (holds up wrist) Oh-hoho! That's clever! The nano-cloud. Micro-organisms that automatically process any organic matter, living or dad, into a Dalek puppet. (pats one of the bodies on the skull) Anything attcks this place, it automatically becomes part of the on-site security. AMY: Living or dad? DOCTOR: These wrist-bands protect us. The only thing stopping us going exactly... AMY: Doctor, SHUT up! Living or dad?! DOCTOR: Yes, exactly, living, or, or... The bodies of the crew members now have eyestalks coming from their foreheads. They slowly begin to stand. DOCTOR: ...dad. Oh, dear. The DOCTOR climbs over the seats and kicks at the bodies to clear the way for AMY to get to the door. They run but one of the bodies grabs AMY by the arm as they pass through the door. INT. ESCAPE POD, COCKPIT The DOCTOR pulls her free and closes and locks the door. They lean back against it, panting heavily. AMY: (smiles) Is it bad that I've REALLY missed this? DOCTOR: Yes. AMY: Good. DOCTOR: I know. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN: 'Unauthorised personnel may not enter the cockpit.' DOCTOR: Shut up! (pushes off from the door) OSWIN: Ooh, Mr Grumpy! Bad combo! No sense of humour and that chin. The DOCTOR peers through a camera. AMY: Is that her again - soufflé girl? DOCTOR: (to AMY) Yeah. Shh. (to OSWIN) What is wrong with my chin?! OSWIN: Careful, dear, you'll put someone's eye out. I'm scanning you. You're on another of the escape pods from the Alaska, right? Same ship I was on. DOCTOR: How can you hack into everything? Should be impossible, you're in a crashed ship! OSWIN: Long story. Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy? DOCTOR: Doctor. You call me the Doctor. OSWIN: I see what you did there. Check the floor. I'm picking up a breach at floor level, there could be a way out. See you later! The DOCTOR and AMY clear a spot in the center of the floor. DOCTOR: Aha, hatch! Looks like it's been used already, and they tried to block it off behind them. AMY: (looks back at the door) Can’t imagine why. DOCTOR: The lower part of the pod is buried, so this must go straight down into the Asylum. AMY: Where Rory is? DOCTOR: (works on opening hatch) Speaking of Rory...Anything you want to tell me? AMY: Are we going to do this now?! DOCTOR: What happened? AMY: Oh, stuff, you know. We split up. What can you do? DOCTOR: (earnest) What can I do? AMY: Nothing. It's not one of those things you can fix like you fix your bow tie. Don't give me those big wet eyes, raggedy man. It's life. Just life. That thing that goes on when you're not there. The DOCTOR gets the hatch opened and they look down the deep hole where they can’t see the bottom. There is a ladder hanging down from the hatch itself. AMY: OK, so someone else got out this way then? DOCTOR: Let's go and find them. There is a banging on the door and the DOCTOR gets up too look at the screen showing the main body of the escape pod. DOCTOR: Oh, hello, hello, hello? What are they up to? One of the bodies is holding something in his hand, banging it against the door. AMY: What's that? DOCTOR: (holds up wrist) One of these. Where did they get it? AMY: (shows bare wrist) Doctor! They got it from me! DOCTOR: Oh, Amy! (takes her arm) AMY: Doctor? What's going to happen to me? Seriously, tell me, what? The body bangs the device on the screen and waves it tauntingly. INT. ASYLUM RORY continues to explore and finds another room filled with derelict Daleks. He approaches one covered in webs and with a cracked dome. He moves the eyestalk out of the way and peers at it. He steps back when the eyestalk swivels back. RORY slowly backs away and hits a metal bar that rolls on the floor. The sound echoes. The eyestalk lights up. RORY: Sssh, sssh.. The eyestalk spins around and locates RORY. RORY: Sssh, sssh... The other Daleks slowly come back to life, the light in their eyestalks turn on. DALEK: Ee-ee-ee-eex... RORY: What? Sorry - what? DALEK: Eggzz, eggzz, eggzz, eggzz, eggzz. RORY: Eggs? D'you mean those things? (looks at the bumps on the casing) DALEK: Egggzzzzzzzz. RORY: I don't... I don't know what you want. Those things? (picks one off the floor and holds it out) This? Are those things eggs? You want this? DALEK: Eggggzzz... term... in... ate. RORY drops the "egg" on the floor and backs away as all the Daleks take up the cry. DALEKS: Eggzz... term... in... ate. Ex... term... in... ate! The Daleks begin fring and RORY runs. DALEKS: Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN: Run! The door at the end, run for it! They're waking up but they're slow. The door at the end, just run. Now, now, now! RORY runs for the door as the Daleks continue to fre and shout. The door opens and RORY slides underneath as it closes. He sits on the floor and breathes heavily. INT. ASYLUM, CORRIDOR OSWIN: So anyway. I'm Oswin. What do I call you? RORY: Er... I can't even remember. Er... Rory. OSWIN: Lovely name, Rory. First boy I ever fancied was called Rory. RORY: OK... OSWIN: Actually, she was called Nina, I was going through a phase. Just flirting to keep you cheerful. RORY stands and shrugs. The Daleks still call from the other side of the closed door. RORY: OK... Any time you want to start flirting again it's fine by me... INT. ASYLUM, ESCAPE HATCH The DOCTOR and AMY are climbing down the ladder. AMY: So, tell me. What's going to happen to me? And don't lie, cos I know when you're lying to me and I will definitely fall on you. DOCTOR: The air all around is full of micro-machines, robots the size of molecules, nanogenes. Now that you're unprotected, you're being... re-written. INT. ASYLUM, CORRIDOR AMY: So, what happens? I get one of those things sticking out my head? DOCTOR: (looks around) Physical changes come later. (takes AMY’S hand and walks down corridor) AMY: What comes first, how does it start? DOCTOR: With your mind. Your feelings, your memories and I'm sorry, but it's started already. AMY: How do you know? DOCTOR: Because we've had this conversation four times. AMY: OK. Scared now. DOCTOR: Hang on to scared. Scared isn't Dalek. (hugs her) RORY is slowly moving down a corridor. OSWIN: Hey there, beaky boy. RORY: If it's a straight choice, I prefer Nina. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN: Loving this - the nose and the chin. You two could fence. There's a door behind you. The door opens and RORY runs through. INT. TELEPORT ROOM The door slides closed behind him. OSWIN: In there, quickly. OK, you're safe for now. Pop your shirt off, quick as you like. RORY: Why?! OSWIN: Does there have to be a reason? INT. ASYLUM, CORRIDOR A door opens in front of the DOCTOR and AMY and they pause. The DOCTOR sniffs the air. AMY: What's that? They can’t see any Daleks in the room ahead of them but they hear them and back away. The door slides shut. DOCTOR: Keep a look-out. Don't open this door! Oswin?! Oswin, can you hear me?! Behind the DOCTOR, AMY rubs her forehead. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN: Hello, the Chin! I have visual on you! DOCTOR: Why don't I have visual on you? Why can't I ever see you? OSWIN: Limited power, bad hair, take your pick. There's a door to your left, open it. (DOCTOR opens door) Going to send you a map to that screen. I've put your little friend somewhere safe, I can get you to him. DOCTOR: Rory? You've found Rory? OSWIN: I call him Nina. It's a personal thing - hush now. Meanwhile, AMY is looking through the door and sees a man in a suit and he waves her in. AMY: Who are you? AMY, hallucinating, opens the door and enters the room. The man in the suit is joined by two other couples and a little red-haired girl in a white tu-tu spinning. The DOCTOR turns around and then turns back to the screen. DOCTOR: How many Daleks directly ahead of me, right now? OSWIN: 10, 20, hard to say. Some of them are catatonic, but they do have firepower. DOCTOR: How do I get past them? (sees AMY in the room and rushes to her) Amy! AMY: Shhh. It's OK. It's just people in here. It's just people. DOCTOR: Amy. It's the nano-cloud, it's altering your perception. Look again, look again - those aren't people. AMY looks again and sees Daleks where she had seen people. DOCTOR: Come with me, take my hand. Run, run! They run down the hall back to the ladder but it’s moving. AMY: Look, they're coming down! DOCTOR: Ah, yes, they are! They turn back towards the room, but a Dalek is coming out. DALEK: Intruder! DOCTOR: (pushes AMY to the side niche door) Run! The DOCTOR and AMY hide in the small room as the Dalek approaches. DALEK: Intruder! Intruder! The Dalek fires its wapon but nothing happens. The DOCTOR steps out first. DOCTOR: It's damaged... AMY: (joins him) OK, but what do we do? DALEK POV DOCTOR: Identify me! Access your files, who am I? Come on, who's your Daddy? DALEK: You... are... the Predator. RESUME NORMAL POV DOCTOR: Access your standing orders concerning the Predator. DALEK: The Predator must be destroyed. DOCTOR: And how are you going to do that?! Dalek without a gn - you're a tricycle with a roof! How are you going to destroy me?! DALEK: Self-destruct initiated. The DOCTOR uses his sonic on the Dalek. AMY: What's it doing?! DOCTOR: It's going to blow itself up and us with it. Only wapon it's got left. (opens lid and uses sonic) DALEK: Self-destruct cannot be countermanded. DOCTOR: I'm not looking for a countermand, dear, (drops the lid shut) I'm looking for reverse. DALEK: (goes backwards) For..wards, For..wards, For..wards, For..wards! The Dalek arrives in the room with the other Daleks, collides with one and explodes. INT. TELEPORT ROOM RORY feels the shockwave. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN turns around in her chair. RORY: Oswin, what was that? That was close. INT. ASYLUM, ROOM The remnants of the Daleks are smoking and exposed wires crackle as RORY rushes into the room. RORY: Oswin?! What happened?! Who klled all the Daleks? The DOCTOR enters from the other side through the hallway they had been in. He is carrying AMY’S prone body. DOCTOR: Who do you think? INT. TELEPORT ROOM The DOCTOR sets AMY down on the teleport. RORY: Will sleeping help her? Slow down the process? CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN: You'd better hope so. Because pretty soon, she's going to try and kll you. AMY starts to come around. RORY: Amy. AMY: Ow. DOCTOR: Amy, you're still with us. (strokes her head) RORY: Amy, it's me, do you remember me? (she slaps him) She remembers me. DOCTOR: (smiles) Same old Amy. (stands) OSWIN: Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek? Subtract love, add anger. Doesn't she seem a bit too angry to you? AMY: Well! Somebody's never been to Scotland. DOCTOR: What about you though, Oswin? How come you're OK? Why hasn't the nano-cloud converted you? OSWIN: I mentioned the genius thing, yeah? I'm shielded in here. DOCTOR: Clever of you. Now this place - the Daleks said it was fully automated. But look at it, it's a wreck. OSWIN: Well, I've had nearly a year to mess with them and not a lot else to do. (looks around her room) DOCTOR: A junior entertainment manager, hiding out in a wrecked ship... hacking the security systems of the most advanced warrior race the universe has ever seen. But you know what really gets me about you, Oswin? The soufflés! AMY mouths "soufflés". DOCTOR: Where do you get the milk for the soufflés? Seriously, is no one else wondering about that? RORY: No. Frankly, no. Twice. OSWIN: So, Doctor, I've been looking you up. You're all over the Database. Why do the Daleks call you the Predator? DOCTOR: I'm not a predator, just a man with a plan. OSWIN: You've got a plan? RORY: We're all ears. AMY: There's a nose joke going, if anyone wants to pick that one off! DOCTOR: In no particular order, we need to neutralise all the Daleks in this asylum, rescue Oswin from the wreckage, escape from this planet, and fix Rory and Amy's marriage... AMY: OK, I'm counting three lost causes, anyone else? RORY slaps his knee in frustration and walks away from AMY. DOCTOR: Oswin, there's a Dalek ship in orbit. OSWIN: Yeah, got it on the sensors. DOCTOR: The Asylum has a force-field. The Daleks upstairs are waiting for me to turn it off. Soon as I do, they'll burn this world and us with it. (claps) So, Oswin, my question is this. How fast can you drop the force-field? AMY and RORY stare at him. OSWIN: Pretty fast. But why would I? DOCTOR: Because this is a teleport, am I right, Oswin? OSWIN: Yeah. Internal use only. DOCTOR: (snaps fingers) I can boost the power, though, (kneels on teleport) once the force-field is down, and we can use this to beam us right off this planet. RORY: But you said, when the force-field is down, the Daleks will blow us up. DOCTOR: We have to be quick. AMY: Fine, we'll be quick, but where do we beam to? DOCTOR: The only place within range. The Dalek ship. AMY: Where they exterminate us on the spot. RORY: This is the kind of escape plan where you survive four seconds longer? DOCTOR: What's wrong with four seconds? You can do lots in four seconds. Oswin! How fast can you drop the force-field? OSWIN: I can do it from here. As soon as you come and get me. DOCTOR: (stands) No, just drop the force-field and come to us. OSWIN: There's enough power in that teleport for one go. Why would you wait for me? DOCTOR: Why wouldn't I? OSWIN: No idea, never met you. Sending you a map so you can come get me. The DOCTOR goes to the screen. RORY: This place is crawling with Daleks. OSWIN: Yeah. Kind of why I'm anxious to leave. Come up and see me some time. RORY: (leans over the panel as the DOCTOR checks the map) So? Are we going to go get her? DOCTOR: I don't think that we have a choice. In her quarters, OSWIN sits back in her chair and smiles. DOCTOR: OK, soon as the force-field is down, the Daleks will attck. If it gets too explodey-wodey in here, you go without me, OK? (hands RORY the teleport control) RORY: And leave you to die? DOCTOR: Oh, don't worry about me. You're the one beaming up to a Dalek ship to get exterminated. (goes underneath the platform to work on wires) RORY: Fair point, love this plan. What about Amy? DOCTOR: Keep her remembering, keep her focussed, that'll hold back the conversion. AMY: What do I do? DOCTOR: You heard what she said. They're subtracting love. Don't let them. (leaves) INT. ASYLUM, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR walks cautiously through the corridors. In the distance, he can hear the Daleks. DALEKS: Emergency, emergency! We are the Daleks! We are the Daleks! We are the Daleks... INT. TELEPORT ROOM AMY sits on the platform as RORY paces. RORY: (stops pacing) OK. Look at me. (AMY turns around) I'm going to be logical. Cold and logical, OK? (walks towards her) For both of our sakes, for both of us, I'm going to take this off my wrist and put it on yours. (starts to unfasten wristband) AMY: Why? It'll just start converting you, that's not better. RORY: Yeah. But it buys time. Because it'll take longer with me. AMY: Sorry, what?! RORY: It subtracts love. That's what she said. AMY: What's that got to do with it? What does that even mean?! RORY: It's just arithmetic. It'll take longer with me, because we both know, we've both always known... (bends over to be face-to-face) Amy, basic fact of our relationship is that I love you more than you love me. Which, today, is good news, because it might just save both of our lives. AMY: How can you say that? RORY: (straightens) 2,000 years, waiting for you, outside a box. Saying it because it's true, and since you know it's true, give me your arm... Amy! AMY slaps RORY in the face. AMY: Don't you dare say that to me. Don't you ever dare! RORY: Amy, you kicked me out! AMY: (tearful) You want kids! You have always wanted kids, ever since you WERE a kid! And I can't have them. (sniffles and turns away) RORY: I know. AMY: (tearful) Whatever they did to me at Demons Run, I can't ever give you children. I didn't kick you out. I gave you up. RORY: Amy... I don't... AMY: Don't you dare talk to me about waiting outside a box, because that is nothing, Rory, (stands) nothing... compared to giving you up! RORY: Just give me your arm, let me put this on you. AMY: (puts her arm behind her back) No get off me! RORY: Just give me your arm! AMY: DON'T TOUCH ME! They stop, realizing something his different. RORY removes his hand from AMY’S wrist to show a band on her arm. RORY: It's the Doctor's. When you were asleep, he must've... AMY: Time Lord. What's the betting he doesn't even need it? RORY: Then why didn't he just tell us? INT. ASYLUM, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR pauses to straighten his tie. INT. TELEPORT ROOM AMY turns her head as she realizes the DOCTOR’S sacrifice in an attempt to save her marriage. INT. ASYLUM, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR continues down the corridor. DOCTOR: Oswin? I think I'm close. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN pops her head around a wall and heads back to her chair. OSWIN: You are. Less than 20 feet away. Which is the good news... DOCTOR: OK. And the bad, which I suddenly feel is coming... OSWIN: You're about to pass through intensive care. The door in front of the DOCTOR slides open and he enters the room. INT. ASYLUM, INTENSIVE CARE The Daleks are in individual cells – more like stalls – where some are chained in place. DOCTOR: And what's so special about this lot then? OSWIN: Dunno. Survivors of particular wars. Spiridon. Kembel. Aridius. Vulcan. Exxilon. Ringing any bells? DOCTOR: All of them. OSWIN: Yeah? How? The DOCTOR walks forward until he is in front of a Dalek. DOCTOR: These are the Daleks who survived me. The Daleks slowly become aware of his presence. DALEKS: Doc... tor... Doc... tor... Doc... tor... Doctor... OSWIN: That's weird. Those ones don't usually wake up for anything. DOCTOR: Yeah, well - special visitor. (runs to a door on the opposite side) OK, door, but it won't open. (uses sonic) You can't be far away though... OSWIN: Hang on, not quite sure – (gets up and works the panel in front of her) there's a release code, let me, let me just... Anything happening out there? DOCTOR: No. OSWIN: Hang on, I'm trying a thing. The DOCTOR tries the door but nothing happens. He slowly turns around and sees the Daleks advancing on him from all sides. One even breaks its chains. DALEKS: Doc... tor... Doc... tor... Doc... tor... (continues) DOCTOR: Oswin, get this door open! Oswin open this door! OSWIN: I can't! DOCTOR: (terrified) Oswin! PLEASE, GET THIS DOOR OPEN! In her quarters, OSWIN looks at the screen in front of her and smiles. In Intensive Care, the Daleks are almost within reach of the DOCTOR as he presses himself against the door. DALEK: OSWIN! OSWIN! PLEASE, GET THIS DOOR OPEN! HELP ME! DALEKS: Doc... tor... Doc... tor... Mere inches from the DOCTOR’S face, the Daleks stop and move away, basically ignoring the Time Lord. OSWIN: Oh, that is cool. Tell me I'm cool, chin boy. DOCTOR: What did you do? OSWIN: Hang on, I think I've found the door thingie... DOCTOR: No, tell me what you did! OSWIN: The Daleks, they have a hive mind. Well they don't, but they have a telepathic web. DOCTOR: The Path Web, yes. OSWIN: I hacked into it. Did a master delete on all the information connected with the Doctor. DOCTOR: You made them forget me? OSWIN: Good, eh? And here comes the door! The door behind the DOCTOR opens and he stands. DOCTOR: I've tried hacking the Path Web. Even I couldn't do it. OSWIN: Come and meet the girl who can. The DOCTOR stands in the doorway, eyes wide in shock. In her quarters, OSWIN begins to straighten things for his visit. She looks up at her screen and sees him standing there. OSWIN: Hey! You're right outside, come on in. DOCTOR: Oswin... we have a problem... OSWIN: No, we don't! Don't even say that. Joined the Alaska to see the universe, ended up stuck in a shipwreck, first time out. (runs over and leans on the back of her chair) Rescue me, chin boy, and show me the stars. DOCTOR: Does it look real to you? OSWIN: Does what look real? DOCTOR: Where you are right now. INT. ASYLUM, CHAMBER The DOCTOR is standing in a white-honeycombed chamber. DOCTOR: Does it seem real? OSWIN: It IS real. DOCTOR: It's a dream, Oswin. You dreamed it for yourself, because the truth was too terrible. OSWIN: Where am I? We see the DOCTOR is not alone in the chamber, but is standing in front of a lone Dalek draped in heavy chains. [NOTE: For ease of transcribing, I will not differentiate between Human Oswin and Dalek Oswin. It will just be Oswin] OSWIN: Where... am... I? Where... am... I? DOCTOR: Because you are a Dalek. OSWIN: I am not a Dalek! I am NOT a Dalek! I'm human. DOCTOR: You were human when you crashed here. (rests hands on casing) It was you who climbed out of the pod - that was your ladder. OSWIN remembers climbing down the ladder and being found by the Daleks. OSWIN: Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? OSWIN: I'm... human... DOCTOR: Not anymore. Because you're right, you're a genius. And the Daleks need genius. They didn't just make you a puppet, they did a full conversion. OSWIN remembers. OSWIN: Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? DOCTOR: Oswin, I am so sorry. But you are a Dalek. The milk, Oswin. The milk and the eggs for the soufflés, where, where did it all come from? Inside her hideaway, OSWIN looks around the room. OSWIN: Eggs. OSWIN remembers being hooked up to wires during the conversion process. OSWIN: I'm... human... I am not a Dalek... I am human, I am not Dalek. I am human! OSWIN: Eggs. DOCTOR: It wasn't real. It was never real. OSWIN remembers being hooked up to wires during the conversion process. OSWIN: I am a Dalek! I am a Dalek! OSWIN: Eggs... term... in... ate. (raises gn) DOCTOR: Oswin? OSWIN: Eggs... term... in... ate. Exterminate! Exterminate! (advances on the DOCTOR, breaking free of the chains) DOCTOR: (backs away to the door) No, no, no, Oswin, Oswin listen...Oswin! You don't have to do this! OSWIN: EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! DOCTOR: Oswin! Oswin! The DOCTOR once again finds himself backed up against a door with a Dalek in front of him. OSWIN stops, her cries of "Exterminate" trail off. INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN is back against her door sobbing on the floor, hands over her head. She lifts her head. OSWIN: Why do they hate you... CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – CUT TO: INT. ASYLUM, CHAMBER OSWIN: ...so much? They hate you so much. Why? DOCTOR: I fought them. Many, many times. OSWIN: We have grown stronger in fear of you. DOCTOR: I know. I tried to stop. OSWIN: Then run. DOCTOR: What did you say? OSWIN: I've taken down the force-field. The Daleks above have gn their attck. Run! The door behind the DOCTOR opens. DOCTOR: Oswin? Are you... OSWIN: I am Oswin Oswald. I fought the Daleks. And I AM... human. Remember me. DOCTOR: Thank you! OSWIN: Run! The DOCTOR runs off. OSWIN: (sits in chair and tucks up legs) Run, you clever boy and remember...(looks at camera) INT. ASYLUM, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR runs as the explsin start to ht the asylum. INT. TELEPORT ROOM RORY and AMY look skyward as they feel the explsin. RORY: (looks down at controls) How long can we wait? AMY: The rest of our lives. RORY: Agreed! AMY leans in and kisses RORY passionately. INT. ASYLUM, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR runs through the corridors and reaches the teleport room. INT. TELEPORT ROOM DOCTOR: Right, go, let's go! We're good, let's go! Oh, for God's sake! The DOCTOR takes the controls from RORY as the couple continues to kiss. SPACE The Daleks fre on the planet and it explodes. INT. PARLIAMENT DALEK SUPREME: The Asylum is destroyed. DALEK: Incoming teleport from Asylum planet. We are under att*ck. DALEK SUPREME: Prepare to defend! Defend! Defend! PRIME MINISTER: Explain, Dalek Supreme. DOCTOR: (V.O.) You know, you guys should really have seen this coming. Thing about me and teleports, I've got a really good aim. Pin-point accurate, in fact. Or to put it another way... (steps out of the TARDIS) Suckers! DALEK: Identify yourself! Identify! Identify! DOCTOR: Well, it's me! You know me! The Doctor! The Oncoming Storm? The Predator? WOMAN: Titles are not meaningful in this context. Doctor who? PRIME MINISTER: Doctor who? DALEK SUPREME: Doctor who? DOCTOR: Oh, Oswin. (smiles) Oh, you did it to them all! Oh, you beauty! DALEKS: DOCTOR WHO? DOCTOR WHO? DOCTOR: (stops at TARDIS door) Fellas - you're never going to stop asking. The TARDIS dematerializes as the Daleks keep questioning. EXT. STREET, DAY The TARDIS dematerializes as AMY and RORY wave goodbye. AMY gives RORY an inviting look before heading inside. RORY: Yes! AMY: I can see you! RORY: OK! (follows AMY inside) INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR spins around the console deliriously happy and sets the TARDIS in motion. DOCTOR: Doctor Who! Doctor Who! Doc! Tor! Who!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x01 - Asylum of the Daleks"}	foreverdreaming
EGYPT, 1334 BC INT. PALACE CHAMBER The DOCTOR hurries to the TARDIS, followed by an Egyptian woman of high ranking. DOCTOR: Bye then! Lovely meeting you. Sorry about the mess. The WOMAN pulls him back and presses him against the TARDIS. WOMAN: (seductively) You think I'll let you leave without me, (rubs her hands along his chest) after what we've just been through?(runs fingers through his hair) DOCTOR: You've got the Egyptian people to rule, Queen Nefertiti. (voice gets progressively higher) They'll need reassuring after that wapon-bearing giant alien locust attck we just stopped, rather brilliantly. (an old-time car horn sounds) Sorry! (trades places with NEFERTITI and pulls out psychic paper) Got it set to temporal newsfeed...Oh, that's interesting! NEFERTITI: What is? DOCTOR: Nothing! Not at.. Ohh! Never been there, exciting! NEFERTITI pushes the DOCTOR into the TARDIS causing him to stretch out that last word into a cry. SPACE A large ship is on its way towards Earth. INT. MILITARY HQ, 2367 The ship is brought up on a screen. A female officer, INDIRA, is explaining the problem to the DOCTOR. INDIRA: Craft size approximately ten million square kilometres. DOCTOR: A ship the size of Canada, coming at Earth very fast. Any signs of life? INDIRA: We sent up a drone craft, it took these readings. DOCTOR: (bends over to read the screen) Crikey Charlie, look at that! Ooh, I know someone who'd love a look. And the Ponds! (walks around screen) Mustn't forget the Ponds! Haven't seen them in ages. (rests arm on NEFERTITI'S shoulder) I'm riffing, people usually stop me when I'm riffing, or carry on without me. NEFERTITI: Can you communicate with this craft? DOCTOR: She's with me. Good question, Neffy. INDIRA: No. No response on any channel in any recognised language. If it comes within 10,000 kilometres of Earth, we send up mssile. DOCTOR: Oh, Indira, I liked you before you said mssile. How long till the ship gets that close? INDIRA: Six hours, nineteen minutes. DOCTOR: Right, better get a shift on then! Leave it with us. Come on then, Neffy! We're going to need help. The DOCTOR grabs NEFERTITI'S hand and runs for the TARDIS. EXT. AFRICAN PLAINS, 1902, NIGHT The DOCTOR runs up to a campsite where a lone man, RIDDELL is sitting in front of a fre. DOCTOR: More stew? (sits) RIDDELL: Where have you been, man?! Seven months! You were popping out for some liquorice! I had two very disappointed dancers on my hands! Not that I couldn't manage. DOCTOR: Riddell, listen, I've found...well, something. RIDDELL: No, no, no, no, no, no. I shan't fall for that again. (pauses) What is it? DOCTOR: I've no idea. Do you want to find out? INT. POND-WILLIAMS HOME, PARLOR, DAY An older man, BRIAN, is standing on a ladder changing the bulb of a ceiling light. RORY is standing next to the ladder. BRIAN: I think it's the fitting. RORY: Dad, it's not the fitting, it just needs a new bulb. BRIAN: You're wobbling the ladder. RORY: (holds up hands) I'm not! BRIAN: I don't want another loft incident. AMY is on the other side of the ladder. AMY: How's my side, Brian? BRIAN: Perfect as ever, Amy. AMY: Thank you, Brian! BRIAN: I don't know what he said to you to make you marry him, but he's a lucky man. A wind begins to blow inside and the TARDIS can be heard. RORY: (whispers to AMY) Not here! Not now! BRIAN: Did you leave the back door open? RORY: (whispers) What is he doing?! AMY: I'm going to kll him! The TARDIS materializes around them. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR works the controls as he talks. DOCTOR: Hello! You weren't busy, were you? Well, even if you were, it wasn't as interesting as this probably is. Didn't want you to miss it. Now, just a quick hop. SPACE The TARDIS heads for the spaceship. INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: Everybody grab a torch! Everybody grabs torches. BRIAN drops the light bulb. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR is already examining the area close to the TARDIS when RIDDELL, NEFERTITI and the PONDS exit. DOCTOR: (watching spider in a web) Spiders. Don't normally get spiders in space. BRIAN steps out of the TARDIS. BRIAN: What the...? DOCTOR: Don't move! (strides over to BRIAN) D'you really think I'm that stupid I wouldn't notice? How did you get aboard? Transmat? Who sent you? RORY: Doctor…that's my dad. DOCTOR: (turns to RORY) Well, frankly, that's outrageous. RORY: What? DOCTOR: You think you can bring your dad along without asking? I'm not a taxi service, you know! RORY: You materialised around us! DOCTOR: Oh, well, that's fine then, my mistake. Hello, Brian, how are you? (shakes BRIAN'S hand) Nice to meet you. Welcome, welcome! (spins around) This is the gng. I've got a gng - yes! Come on then, everyone! (walks away down the corridor) AMY: (to RORY) Tell him something, quick. (heads after the DOCTOR) RORY: Yes, thank you! BRIAN: I'm not entirely sure what's going on. RORY: You know when Amy and I first got married and we went travelling? BRIAN: To Thailand. RORY: More the entirety of space and time. In that police box. There is a loud thudding and the ship quakes. RORY and BRIAN follow after the others. AMY: All right, where are we, and what is that noise? And hello! Ten months! DOCTOR: Orbiting Earth - well, I say orbiting, more like pre-crashing on a spaceship - don't know, and hello, Pond. (hugs AMY) Ten months, time flies. Never really understood that phrase. (continues on) This is Neffy, this is Riddell. They're with me. AMY: With you? They're with you, are they the new us? Is that why we haven't seen you? DOCTOR: No, they're just people. They're not Ponds! I thought we might need a gng, not really had a gng before, it's new. They hear the grinding gears of a lift as it nears their level. DOCTOR: It's coming down. RIDDELL: What is it? DOCTOR: No idea. The lift doors open and the gng are blinded somewhat from the light within. They hear roaring and the shadows of two large animals can be seen. BRIAN: Not possible! DOCTOR: Run! The others run but AMY stops when she realizes the DOCTOR hasn't moved. AMY: Doctor! DOCTOR: I know! Dinosaurs! On a spaceship! Two ANKYLOSAURUS come roaring out of the lift. Matt Smith Karen Gillan Arthur Darvill DOCTOR WHO "Dinosaurs on a Spaceship" By Chris Chibnall PRODUCER Marcus Wilson DIRECTOR Saul Metzstein INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR The gng rushes down the corridor – NEFERTITI, BRIAN and RORY are in the front with RIDDELL covering them with his gn. AMY and the DOCTOR catch up to them. NEFERTITI sees an opening to the side too narrow for the dinosaurs. NEFERTITI: In here! They duck into the niche, the DOCTOR sliding to a stop. He puts a finger to his lips. The dinosaurs roar and thud as they stomp down the corridor. When they come abreast of the hiding place, RIDDELL takes out a large Knfe. RIDDELL: (whispers) I could take one of them, short blow, up into the throat. DOCTOR: (whispers) Or not. We've just found dinosaurs, in space. We need to preserve them. RIDDELL: (whispers) And who's going to preserve us? AMY shushes them both. They remain quiet and still as the dinosaurs continue down the corridor, their swinging tails knocking loose masonry from the walls. They creep back out into the corridor. RORY: OK, so, how? And whose ship? ??? The view changes to that of the hallway being viewed through a camera. The screen reads "Intruders Detected". DOCTOR: There's so much to discover. Think how much wiser we'll be by the end of all this. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR BRIAN: Sorry. Sorry. Are you saying dinosaurs are flying a spaceship? DOCTOR: Brian, please! That would be ridiculous. They're probably just passengers. Did I mention mssile? BRIAN: mssile?! RORY and the DOCTOR motion him to keep quiet. DOCTOR: Didn't want to worry you. Anyway, six hours is a lifetime...not literally a lifetime, that's what we're trying to avoid. And we're all really clever! Let's see what we can find out. Come on. The DOCTOR spots a room filled with banks of equipment overgrown with vines and covered in spiderwebs. INT. SPACESHIP, COMPUTER ROOM The DOCTOR pulls webs from the face of the screen. DOCTOR: Eugh! (wipes hand on BRIAN'S clothes) AMY: How many dinosaurs do you think are on here? The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the computer and the screen comes to life. RORY and BRIAN stand on either side, looking over his shoulders. DOCTOR: Oh, well done, whoever you are. Looking for engines. (the screen changes) Thank you, computer. Look at that, different sections have different engines, but these look like the primary clusters. Where are we now, computer? We need to get down to these engines... The DOCTOR touches the screen and he, RORY and BRIAN are teleported away. NEFERTITI: What happened? AMY: Oh, great! INT. SPACESHIP, BEACH The DOCTOR, RORY and BRIAN "arrive" on a beach with an overcast sky. DOCTOR: ..and find out how... RORY: What?! BRIAN: We're outside. We're on a beach. DOCTOR: Teleport! Oh, I hate teleports. Must have activated on my voice. BRIAN: (angrily) Ah, yes, well, thank you, Arthur C Clarke! Teleport, obviously, I mean, we're on a spaceship, with dinosaurs, why wouldn't there be a teleport? In fact why don't we just teleport now?! (walks off) DOCTOR: Is he all right? RORY: He hates travelling. Makes him anxious. He only goes to the paper shop and golf. DOCTOR: What did you bring him for? RORY: I didn't! Why can't you just phone ahead, like any normal person? BRIAN: (re-joins them) Can somebody tell me where we are, now? DOCTOR: (sticks out tongue) Well, it's not Earth. Doesn't taste right, too metallic. A large bird flies overhead, screeching. BRIAN: Is that a kestrel? DOCTOR: I do hope so. RORY stands from where he was feeling the ground. RORY: The beach is humming. DOCTOR: Is it? (feels the ground) Oh, yes! (stands) Right, well, don't just stand there, you two, dig! (brushes hands) I'm going to look at rocks. Love a rock. (walks off) RORY: Dig with what? The DOCTOR holds up his hands and keeps walking. BRIAN pulls something from his pocket. It is a collapsible trowel. BRIAN: Ah! Well! (starts digging) RORY: Did you just have that on you? BRIAN: Of course! What sort of a man doesn't carry a trowel? Put it on your Christmas list. RORY: (squats) Dad, I'm 31. I don't have a Christmas list any more. DOCTOR: (raises both arms and shouts) I do! RORY gives the DOCTOR a thumbs-up. BRIAN taps metal under the sand. BRIAN: There's a floor under this beach! INT. SPACESHIP, INFIRMARY The screen shows the scene on the beach as RORY runs for the DOCTOR. The room seems to have been cannibalized from different ships. RORY: 'Doctor! Doctor!' MAN: Did you hear that? Did you hear what he called him? Doctor! After all this time! Bring them to me. We see a silhouette of a man lying down on a bed. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR AMY, NEFERTITI and RIDDELL are exploring. RIDDELL: There are clearly more than just two of those creatures. (drinks from flask) AMY: (slaps him on the arm) Hey, put that away, I need you sober. RIDDELL: It's medicinal. And I don't take orders from females. NEFERTITI: Then learn. Any man who speaks to me that way, I execute. RIDDELL: (grins) You're very welcome to try. AMY: Sorry, what was your name again? NEFERTITI: Lady of the Two Lands, wife of the Great King Amenhotep, Queen Nefertiti of Egypt. RIDDELL: I'll be damned... AMY: Oh, my God! Queen Nefertiti! I learned all about you at school. You're awesome! Big fan, high-five! (NEFERTITI stares at her) Yeah, bit behind on that. You're really famous. RIDDELL: Ssh! Listen. They hear loud, rumbling snorts. RIDDELL lowers his torch and the beam reveals a sleeping T-Rex. AMY: OK. At a guess, T-Rex. Not yet full size. We're in the middle of a dinosaur nest. RIDDELL: I propose a retreat. (heads back the way they came until they hear more dinosaurs) Or perhaps forwards. AMY: Agreed. Just don't wake the baby. They slowly move forwards and RIDDELL steps over the sleeping T-Rex at the neck. He steps on a piece of paper that rustles. The T-Rex snorts but doesn't wake. RIDDELL sighs before pulling his other leg over and nearly loses his balance. He grins when he is done. NEFERTITI merely shakes her head and continues on. AMY: Who are you, anyway? RIDDELL: John Riddell. Big game hunter on the African plains. I'm sure you've heard of me, too. AMY: No. RIDDELL: You clearly have some alarming gaps in your education. AMY: Or men who hunt defenceless creatures just don't impact on history. Face it, she's way cooler than you. NEFERTITI: And you, Amy? Are you also a queen? AMY: Yes. Yes, I am. INT. SPACESHIP, BEACH The DOCTOR has found the computer and has pulled up the engine readings. DOCTOR: See! Metal floor, screens in rocks. It was just a short-range teleport. We're still on the ship. BRIAN: No. We're outside, on a beach. RORY: No, it's part of the ship, Dad. BRIAN: Don't be ridiculous. DOCTOR: Well, it is quite ridiculous, also brilliant. That's why the system teleported us here - I wanted the engines. (turns around, arms open) This is the engine room! Hydro-generators. BRIAN: I have literally no idea what he's saying. RORY: A spaceship powered by waves. DOCTOR: (puts arms over BRIAN and RORY'S shoulders) Fabulously impossible! Oh, think of the things we could learn from this ship if we manage to stop it being blown to pieces. RORY: Plus, not dying. DOCTOR: Bad news is - can't shut the wave systems down in time. Takes... (turns around and looks up) takes way too long. RORY: (studies the screen) If these are the engines, there must be a control room. DOCTOR: Exactly. (puts arms over BRIAN and RORY'S shoulders) That's what we need to find. (whispers) Now, what do we do about the things that aren't kestrels? They slowly turn around and the creatures screech as they get closer. They do not look like birds. BRIAN: Oh, my Lord. Are those pterodactyls? The pterodactyls are getting closer. DOCTOR: Yes. On any other occasion, I'd be thrilled. Exposed on a beach, less than thrilled. We should be going. The DOCTOR grabs the hands of the two men and runs along the beach in front of the cliff face. BRIAN: Where? DOCTOR: Definitely away from them! RORY: That's the plan?! DOCTOR: That's the plan! Amendments welcome! Move away from the pterodactyls! RORY: I think they might be noticing! DOCTOR: Amended plan - run! RORY: Can't we just teleport or something? DOCTOR: No, local teleport's brned out on arrival. There's an opening in the cliffs over there! RORY: (to BRIAN) Come on, run! BRIAN: I'm trying! When they are within site of the cave, one of the pterodactyls nips RORY on the shoulder. They make it inside the cave. INT. SPACESHIP, CAVE Once safely inside, RORY stops and leans against the wall. BRIAN: Are you all right? RORY: Yeah, I'm fine. (to DOCTOR) What do we do now? There's no way back out there. DOCTOR: Through the cave, come on. The DOCTOR heads deeper into the cave but stops upon hearing a loud thudding. DOCTOR: That suggestion was a work in progress. BRIAN: We're trapped! DOCTOR: Yes, thanks for spelling it out. RORY: Doctor, whatever's down there is coming this way. DOCTOR: (to himself) Spelling it out is hereditary, wonderful! BRIAN: That sound's getting nearer! The DOCTOR backs up until he, RORY and BRIAN have nowhere to go. Two large yellow robots appear. ROBOT 1: We're very cross with you! INT. SPACESHIP, LAB AMY, NEFERTITI and RIDDELL find another room overgrown with plants and vines. AMY: Bit of weed kller wouldn't go amiss in here. RIDDELL: Whoever was running this vessel left in a hurry. NEFERTITI: Maybe a plague came and took them. RIDDELL: No, there'd be corpses and bones. NEFERTITI: Unless the animals ate them. AMY: Whoa, Chuckle Brothers, lighten up, would ya? AMY finds the computer, presses a few buttons and the machine hums to life. The lights come on as well. NEFERTITI: How did you know how to do that? AMY: I've spent enough time with the Doctor to know whenever you enter somewhere new, press buttons. NEFERTITI: What else have you learned from him? AMY: Don't stop at button-pressing. AMY finds a small sphere, places it on a tray and inserts it into the computer. There is audio but no picture. VOICE: 'One hundred and seventeen years...' AMY: Data records. RIDDELL: Ship's owners? AMY: Could be. Come on, help us out... (hits a few more keys) VOICE: '..will remain cryogenic...' RIDDELL hears a muted roar and aims his torch to the corridor where he sees a shadow. VOICE: '..space sleep... I will continue to work...' AMY: (to computer) How about a picture? Come on, for me? VOICE: '..far beyond our mapping...' AMY slaps the side of the computer and a picture slowly comes into focus. NEFERTITI: (points at screen) Look! It's beautiful. on screen appears a male SILURIAN ELDER. SILURIAN: 'I can't tell how far we have come. Far enough to avoid the destructive impact forecast for our planet. Far enough for me to feel a profound sense of loss.' RIDDELL: What is that? AMY: Silurian. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR, RORY and BRIAN are walking down the corridor ahead of the robots. ROBOT 1: You're going straight on the naughty step! BRIAN: (whispers out of the side of his mouth) What's the escape plan? DOCTOR: Why do we want to escape? BRIAN: They have us hostage. RORY: They're taking us somewhere. We might learn from it. DOCTOR: Oh, you see? (pinches RORY'S cheek) So clever. I missed you, Rory! RORY: Don't do that. BRIAN: What if they kll us? DOCTOR: They wouldn't do that! (turns around and taps ROBOT 1 on the chest) You're not going to kll us, are you, Rusty? ROBOT 2: Who are you calling Rusty?! DOCTOR: Have you seen yourself lately? ROBOT 2: You try being on this ship for two millennia, see how YOUR paintwork does! ROBOT 1: Don't listen to him, he's just being mean cos we captured him. As the robots argue, BRIAN turns around and a look of amazement passes across his face. BRIAN: Oh, my goodness... RORY turns around. RORY: Whoa. In front of them is a triceratops. DOCTOR: Ooh. Herbivore, Brian, don't panic. Triceratops. Ha! Beautiful. The DOCTOR bends over as the triceratops ambles over to them. ROBOT 1: Shall I sht it? ROBOT 2: We're not supposed to sht the creatures, stupid! ROBOT 1: Stop calling me stupid! The dinosaur roars and the DOCTOR talks to it like it's a baby or a puppy. DOCTOR: "Rargh" yourself! Hello, cutie-pie. Who's a lovely Tricey then, eh? (strokes its snout) Yes, you are. Yes, you are. BRIAN: What do I do?! What do I do?! (the dinosaur sniffs him) What's it doing?! DOCTOR: You don't have any vegetable matter in your trousers, do you, Brian? BRIAN: Only my balls. RORY covers his eyes with his hand. DOCTOR: I'm sorry? BRIAN: Golf balls. (takes two from his pocket) Grassy residue. RORY: What're you carrying those around for? The triceratops licks BRIAN'S face leaving a trail of slimy saliva. BRIAN: Urgh! Eurgh! Argh! DOCTOR: Aw, bless. BRIAN: Get it away from me! DOCTOR: Throw one. BRIAN: Really? (to dinosaur) Is this what you want? Is it? BRIAN throws the golf ball and the triceratops runs after it. DOCTOR: (pats BRIAN on the back) And breathe out. (turns to the robots) Right! Take us to your leader. RORY: Really? DOCTOR: Too good to resist. The DOCTOR claps his hands I anticipation as they continue down the corridor. INT. SPACESHIP, LAB AMY, NEFERTITI and RIDDELL watch the computer screen as the SILURIAN continues his log. SILURIAN: ‘Of the 50 species loaded, only one has had any difficulty in surviving. All the others are thriving and we expect them to be able to repopulate.' AMY: We're on an ark. A Silurian ark. RIDDELL: Lizard people herding dinosaurs on to a space ark?! Absolute tommy-rot. NEFERTITI: Only an idiot denies the evidence of their own eyes. RIDDELL: Egyptian queen or not, I shall put you across my knee and spank you. AMY: Oh, Lord. NEFERTITI: Try and I'll snap your neck in a heartbeat. RIDDELL: Mm. Well, they certainly bred firecrackers in your time AMY: Aw, no, no, no. Please, don't start flirting. I will not have flirting companions! NEFERTITI: If the Doctor trusts Amy, so do I. Stop doubting her. RIDDELL: If this ship was built by... AMY: Silurians, yeah. RIDDELL: Where are they? AMY: Surprisingly good question. (to compter) Display life signs for hm reptilia. The computer screens shows "No Life Signs Detected". AMY: But where have they gone? NEFERTITI: Perhaps they found another world, left the ship. AMY: Why are the dinosaurs still on board? And why is the ship coming back to Earth? It doesn't make sense. What's changed between then and now? Wait - computer, show me the ship at launch with all life signals. Now show me the ship today with all life signals. Thousands less. But why? I mean... Show me both images, then and now, side by side. RIDDELL: What are you looking for? AMY: OK, two images, spot the difference. What changed? What happened to the Silurians? NEFERTITI: (points at new image) The centre. AMY: Computer, zoom in to the centre. The computer zooms in and AMY sees something. AMY: Oh, no. RIDDELL: What is it? AMY: Another spacecraft. This ship's been boarded before. INT. SPACESHIP 2 The robots escort the DOCTOR, RORY and BRIAN to the other ship. There is a gate barring the entrance to the ship. The DOCTOR leans forward. DOCTOR: Love what you've done with the place down here. MAN: Let him in. Open the gate. One of the robots presses a button and the gate slides open and the DOCTOR walks through. It closes after him. Piano music can be heard playing softly. DOCTOR: It's fine. It's fine. ROBOT 1: He's not interested in YOU. RORY: (turns on ROBOT 1) Look, you need to learn some manners. ROBOT 1: No, YOU need to learn some manners! RORY: No, YOU do! ROBOT 2: No, YOU do! Mr...Manners! INT. SPACESHIP 2, INFIRMARY The DOCTOR makes his way to the bed on which lies an older MAN. There are cobwebs draped over the machinery. DOCTOR: Fantasia in F Minor for four hands. MAN: You know it. DOCTOR: Know it? Say hello to hands three and four! Schubert kept tickling me to try and put me off. Franz the Hands. Oh, that takes me back. Well, this is... cosy. (walks around) BRIAN: It's fate you came. DOCTOR: Is it? I'm the Doctor MAN: Yes, I know. I'm Solomon. The computer beeps as the DOCTOR is scanned by a blue light. DOCTOR: What's that? SOLOMON: System malfunction, ignore it. DOCTOR: What happened to you? SOLOMON: I was attcked. Three raptors. They cornered me. The robots rescued me, but it was nearly too late. DOCTOR: Ah, yes. The robots. They're...unusual. SOLOMON: I got them cheap, from a concession on Illyria Seven. The robots did as best they could with my legs, but... you can help me so much more. DOCTOR: Oh, a "doctor" doctor! I see. (breathes on his hands) Let's have a look. (lifts the material away from the wounds) SOLOMON: They chewed through part of the bone in my legs. DOCTOR: Yes, very nasty. SOLOMON: But you can repair them. DOCTOR: (looks at SOLOMON) If you tell me how you came by so many dinosaurs. SOLOMON: Injure the older one. DOCTOR: What? (runs for the gate) INT. SPACESHIP 2 One of the robots sht BRIAN in the arm and he falls to the ground. RORY goes to his father. RORY: Dad! Dad... It's all right, Dad, it's OK, it's OK. INT. SPACESHIP 2, INFIRMARY The DOCTOR goes back to SOLOMON. DOCTOR: I don't respond well to volence, Solomon. SOLOMON: And I don't like questions, Doctor. You boarded without my permission. Now, fix me or the next bolt will be fatal. INT. SPACESHIP 2 RORY turns angrily on the robots. RORY: I will take you apart cog by cog, and melt you down when all this is over. ROBOT 1: (sarcastic) Oh, I'm so scared! Actually, I might be. A little bit of oil just came out. RORY applies a pressure bandage to BRIAN'S shoulder. RORY: Stay still. It's just a burn, it's nothing serious. (takes item from pocket) BRIAN: What's that? RORY: Well, you carry a trowel, I carry a medpack. It's all about the pockets in our family. This is an ice patch. It cools the skin. BRIAN: Never seen one of those. RORY: I look out for cool stuff wherever we go. Some people it's cars and hardware, for me it is nursing supplies. (applies patch to shoulder) Now...painkiller. Now, this won't hurt. (jabs needle in BRIAN'S shoulder) BRIAN: Ow! RORY: I lied. It won't hurt from now on, though. All right. You're done. BRIAN: (puts shirt back) Thanks. RORY: S'all right. You get to see my awesome nursing skills in action for once. RORY'S mobile rings. ROBOT 2: What's that? BRIAN: Your phone's ringing. In space! RORY: (takes out phone) You get used to it. I have to take this. The wife. Hello, Mrs. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. SPACESHIP, LAB AMY: Where are you? RORY: Still on board. Met some pterodactyls and some rusty robots, that I'm going to MELT DOWN. AMY: Rory, this is a Silurian ship. INT. SPACESHIP 2, INFIRMARY The DOCTOR has some surgical tools in his hands. SOLOMON: How did you get on board, Doctor? DOCTOR: Oh, I never talk about myself with a gn pointed at me. Let's talk about you. Your cosy little craft embedded in a vast, old ship. (starts to work on SOLOMON'S leg) SOLOMON: Very observant. DOCTOR: I'm a Sagittarius. Probably. SOLOMON: I'm transporting it to the Roxborne Peninsula. DOCTOR: The commerce colony. You're a trader. SOLOMON: I search out opportunities for profit across the nine galaxies. DOCTOR: Ah, the purple light. That's what it was. An IV system - identify and value: the database of everything across space and time, allocated a market value. Argos for the universe. You were trying to find out how much I'm worth. SOLOMON: Would you like to know? They both look at the computer screen as it processes the information. It responds with "No Identification Found". SOLOMON: You don't exist. It's never done that. DOCTOR: That's me. Worthless. Unlike these creatures you have on board. Very valuable... given they're extinct. The device in the DOCTOR'S hand whirs and SOLOMON groans in pain. DOCTOR: Done, sit up. Very slowly. The DOCTOR helps SOLOMON sit as RORY comes to the gate holding out his mobile. RORY: Doctor? Amy. DOCTOR: (to SOLOMON) I need to take this. (takes phone) Amy. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. SPACESHIP, LAB AMY: This is an ark, built by the Silurians. They were looking for another planet. DOCTOR: Where are they now? AMY: None on board. I mean, thousands of stasis pods - all empty. DOCTOR: I'll see you soon. With a look at SOLOMON, the DOCTOR ends the call and gives RORY his phone through the gate. DOCTOR: (whispers) Be ready. RORY nods. The DOCTOR returns to SOLOMON who is standing with use of a cane. SOLOMON: The pain in my legs. It's gone. I can move them. Thank you, Doctor. DOCTOR: What did you do to the Silurians? BRIAN: We ejected them. The robots woke them from cryo-sleep a handful at a time, and jettisoned them from the airlocks. We must have left a trail of dust and bone. DOCTOR: (closes his eyes and shakes his head) Because you wanted the dinosaurs. (sits dejectedly) SOLOMON: Their ship crossed my path. I sent out a distress signal. They let me board. But when I saw the cargo, things became more complex. DOCTOR: Piracy and then genocide. SOLOMON: Very emotive words, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, I'm a very emotive man. SOLOMON: The lizards wouldn't negotiate. I made them a generous offer. DOCTOR: The creatures on board this ship are not objects to be sold or traded. SOLOMON: I feel like you're judging me. DOCTOR: You said Roxborne Peninsula, so why are you heading to Earth? You're on the wrong course. Oh. You don't know how. Ha! Brilliant. You couldn't change the pre-programmed course. Without instructions, the ship defaulted, returned home. Oh, dear. The Silurians outwitted you, even after you'd massacred them. So now you're a prisoner on the ship that you hijacked. SOLOMON: Not now you're here. You're going to help me to where I want to go, Doctor. DOCTOR: Little bit of news, Solomon. You're being targeted by mssile. Get off this ship... (stands) while you still can. (walks away) SOLOMON: You think I believe that? You just want them for yourself. You won't profit from me, Doctor. DOCTOR: (stops at gate) Don't ever judge me by your standards. (opens gate with sonic) Well, don't just stand there, Rory! (to robots) Hey, he wants to see you. (leaves) RORY: (to BRIAN) Dad, up! RORY and BRIAN follow after the DOCTOR. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR hurries down the corridor and skids to a stop when he sees the triceratops. He runs to it. RORY and BRIAN catch him up. BRIAN: What're we doing?! DOCTOR: Just do exactly as I do! RORY: Doctor, no! The DOCTOR runs up some stacked crates and leaps onto the back of the triceratops. DOCTOR: Geronimo! (waves his arm for the others to follow) BRIAN and RORY look at each other before following the DOCTOR. INT. SPACESHIP 2 The robots look at SOLOMON. ROBOT 1: Did you call? SOLOMON: What're you doing?! Stop them! ROBOT 2: All right! Don't shout. The robots leave. SOLOMON: Useless machines! INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR RORY and BRIAN clamber onto the dinosaur behind the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: Go, Tricey! Run like the wind! The triceratops bellows but doesn't move. Laser bolts are fired at them as the robots catch up to them. DOCTOR: (frustrated) How do you start a triceratops?! ROBOT 1: There they are. ROBOT 2: I know! I saw them before you. The DOCTOR tries to get the dinosaur to move. BRIAN pulls out another golf ball. BRIAN: Tricey, fetch! The triceratops runs after the ball. DOCTOR: Ha-ha! That-a-boy! Yee-hah! Come on, Tricey! Woo-hoo! ROBOT 1: They've stolen a dinosaur! ROBOT 2: I can see that. DOCTOR: Come on, Tricey! Faster, baby! The ball ricochets off a wall and Tricey turns the corner. DOCTOR: Whoa! ROBOT 1: They're turning off, we're losing them! ROBOT 2: Which way did they go? ROBOT 1: I thought you were looking! ROBOT 2: No! Now they've got away. ROBOT 1: We definitely used to be faster. BRIAN: I'm riding a dinosaur! On a spaceship! RORY: I know! BRIAN: I only came round to fix your light! DOCTOR: Come on, Tricey! The corridor comes to an end ahead of them and Tricey doesn't seem to be stopping. DOCTOR: Where are the brakes?! ALL: Whoa! TRICEY stops and they fall off. As they lie on the floor, Tricey trots up to them and drops the ball in front of RORY. She moves away and sits down. They stand. DOCTOR: Good, that worked! OK... (looks around) Where are we now? Ooh. (spots screen) Incoming message from Earth. Hello, Earth! How are things? INDIRA: ‘Doctor, the ship's coming through the atmosphere. I have to start the mssile program.' DOCTOR: No. No, no, no - don't do that, everything's under control here, turning round any moment. Need a bit of wriggle room on the timings... INDIRA: ‘I can't do that.' DOCTOR: You can, of course you can. Tiny bit more time, Indira, please. This ship contains the most precious cargo... INDIRA: 'My only responsibility is the Earth's safety. I'm launching the mssile. Goodbye, Doctor.' (disconnects) DOCTOR: No Indira! Hey, come back! Please! INT. MILITARY HQ, 2367 A countdown has commenced on a large computer screen. LOUDSPEAKER: 'Target identified. Navigation systems locking on to target. mssile launch procedure initiated. Estimated impact: 30 minutes.' INT. SPACESHIP, LAB RIDDELL finds rfles in a cabinet. RIDDELL: Now these are what we need - dinosaur protection. AMY: No wapon! AMY grabs a rfle from RIDDELL. He hands her a magazine. AMY: Anaesthetic. These are stun gn. You're almost clever. RIDDELL: Enough to make a dinosaur take a nap. Even the Doctor couldn't object to that. NEFERTITI: You and the Doctor... Are you his queen? AMY: No, no, I'm Rory's queen. Wife. I'm his wife. Please don't tell him I said I was his queen - I'll never hear the end of it. NEFERTITI: And the Doctor, does he have a queen? AMY: I thought you had a husband. NEFERTITI: A male equivalent of a sleeping potion. RIDDELL: You clearly need a man of action and excitement. One with a very large wapon. (cocks rfle and heads for the door) AMY: So, human sleeping potion or walking innuendo. Take your pick. The women share a smile. On the screen they see the DOCTOR, RORY and BRIAN in the corridor. DOCTOR: 'That's very bad indeed. Completely unhelpful.' INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR RORY is peering at the computer as the DOCTOR paces. RORY: Doesn't this ship have any defence systems installed? DOCTOR: Good thinking, Rory! (kisses RORY on the mouth) Computer, show us wapon and defence systems. (computer shows "No Systems Available") Well, that was a waste of time, wasn't it? (slaps RORY on the face) Getting my hopes up like that. RORY: What ship doesn't have wapon? DOCTOR: The ancient species, Rory - still full of hope. BRIAN: What about the control deck? You said we should go to the control deck next. DOCTOR: (stalks away from computer) It's too late, it won't make any difference. RORY: We could at least try. DOCTOR: It won't work, Rory. The mssile are locked on. RORY: So, what? We're just giving up? DOCTOR: I don't know. I don't know. There's a flash of light and SOLOMON is there with the robots. SOLOMON: You were telling the truth, Doctor. Earth has launched mssile. This vessel is too clumsy to outrun them, but I have my own ship. DOCTOR: You won't get your precious cargo on board, though. It'll just be you and your metal tantrum machines. ROBOT 1: We do not have tantrums! SOLOMON: Shut up! (walks up to the DOCTOR using canes) You're right, Doctor. I can't keep the dinosaurs and live myself. But I had the IV system scan the entire ship and it found something even more valuable. Utterly unique. I don't know where you found it or how you got it here, but I want it. DOCTOR: I don't know what you're talking about. RORY: Earth Queen Nefertiti of Egypt. INT. SPACESHIP, LAB AMY, NEFERTITI and RIDDELL are watching the exchange on-screen. SOLOMON: 'A face stamped across history.' INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR SOLOMON: Give her to me and I'll let the rest of you live. DOCTOR: (leans in and whispers) No. SOLOMON: You think I won't punish those who get in my way? Whatever their worth? One of the robots steps forward at SOLOMON'S subtle nod and sht Tricey. The DOCTOR, RORY and BRIAN can only watch. INT. SPACESHIP, LAB RIDDELL removes his hat as they watch the DOCTOR walk slowly to Tricey. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR kneels beside Tricey and strokes the creature as it dies. He walks back clapping slowly. DOCTOR: You must be very proud. SOLOMON: Bring her to me. Or the robots will make their way through your corpses. Bring her now. DOCTOR: No. There's a flash of light as AMY, NEFERTITI and RIDDELL teleport to the corridor. DOCTOR: (whispers to NEFERTITI) What are you doing? NEFERTITI: (walks forward) I demanded to be brought here. DOCTOR: (grabs her arm) No, no, no, no - no way. NEFERTITI: It isn't your choice, Doctor. It's mine. DOCTOR: Listen to me, if you go with him, I can't guarantee your safety. NEFERTITI: You saved my people. I am in your debt. DOCTOR: No. No debts, you don't owe me anything NEFERTITI: Then I do it of my own will. DOCTOR: Neffy, Neffy, Neffy... NEFERTITI walks towards SOLOMON. RIDDELL: No! (cocks his rfle and aims it at SOLOMON) Take her, I sh*t you. NEFERTITI: (holds out an arm to keep him back) Put your wapon down. Let me make my choice. SOLOMON: Do it, boy. One of the robots steps forward and RIDDELL lowers his rfle. SOLOMON: My bounty increases. And what an extraordinary bounty you are. (reaches out to touch her) NEFERTITI: (shoves his hand away) Never touch me. SOLOMON pushes her against the wall, the sharp edge of his cane pressing against her throat. SOLOMON: I like my possessions to have spirit. It means I can have fun breaking them. (NEFERTITI pushes cane away) And I will break you in, with immense pleasure. Thank you, Doctor. Computer? Take us back to my ship. With a flash, SOLOMON, NEFERTITI and the robots are teleported away. At that moment, alarms begin to sound. COMPUTER: 'Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress.' DOCTOR: (softly) Bingo. RORY: What is it? Doctor? INT. SPACESHIP, CONTROL DECK They teleport to the control deck. Two piloting chairs covered in cobwebs face each other. There is a small post between them. DOCTOR: OK, Control deck. The DOCTOR removes the cap on the post and looks inside. RIDDELL takes position by the door. RORY: So, what's the plan? DOCTOR: Come on. The mssile are locked on to us, we can't outrun them, we have to save the dinosaurs and get Nefertiti back from Solomon. Isn't it obvious?! RORY: It's sort of the opposite of obvious. DOCTOR: 17 minutes before the mssile ht, we need to turn this ship around. (uses sonic on inside of post) RORY: You said it was too late, there wasn't any time. DOCTOR: Ah, yes, but I didn't have this plan then, did I? Riddell? Keep an eye out for dinosaurs. RIDDELL: I was rather hoping you'd say that. (hands a gn to BRIAN) DOCTOR: No klling any. Rory, Brian, get rid of the cobwebs. INT. SOLOMON'S SHIP SOLOMON tries to take off but the ship doesn't move. SOLOMON: Come on, come on. We're not moving. Metal clangs against the ship. SOLOMON: He's magnetised us. We can't move away! INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR RIDDELL stands in the doorway. In the distance, something growls. He looks around and sees nothing until a raptor shows. RIDDELL: Keep walking, big chap. There's another growl and a second raptor appears on the other side of the corridor. RIDDELL swings the gn between the both of them. The first raptor growls and more join it. RIDDELL: Hell's teeth, that's really not fair! INT. MILITARY HQ, 2367 INDIRA and her team watch the screen. SPEAKER: 'mssile target will be reached in 11 minutes.' INT. SPACESHIP, CONTROL DECK The DOCTOR gets up from the floor, slamming his hand on the computer. DOCTOR: No - don't be like that! Really unhelpful. AMY: What's the matter? DOCTOR: Parallel pilot compartments, bio-configured, needs two operators of the same gene chain. That's why Solomon couldn't change the ship's course and neither can we. (BRIAN raises his hand) What? BRIAN: We can. Me and Rory. We must be the same gene thingy you just said. DOCTOR: (goes over to BRIAN) Brian Pond, you are delicious. BRIAN: I'm not a Pond. DOCTOR: Course you are. Sit down, both of you. Ship does all the engineering, the controls are straightforward, even a monkey could use them (RORY and BRIAN take the seats) - oh, look, they're going to. Guys, come on, comedy gold. Where's a Silurian audience when you need one? Anyway, two eye-line screens - velocity and trajectory. Steer away from Earth, try not to bump into the moon otherwise the races who live there will be livid. BRIAN: What? DOCTOR: Primary controls in the arms of the chairs, principle's the same as any vehicle. Eight minutes, 45 seconds. (sonics the chairs to activate them) Get us as far away as you can. (looks into post again) Right, phase two sorted. Now for phase one. AMY: (walks over) Phase two comes after phase one. DOCTOR: Humans, you're so linear. Shine a torch in here. AMY: (kneels) What're you doing? (shines torch inside) DOCTOR: Mixing my messages. (pulls out wires) How's the job? AMY: We're about to be ht by mssile and you're asking me that? DOCTOR: I work best when I'm multi-tasking. (pulls out more wires) Keep talking. How's the job? AMY: I gave it up. DOCTOR: You gave the last one up. AMY: Yeah, well I can't settle. Every minute, I'm listening out for that stupid TARDIS sound. DOCTOR: Right, so it's my fault now, is it?! AMY: I can't not wait for you. Even now. And they're getting longer, the gaps between your visits. DOCTOR: Are they? (reaches his arm inside) AMY: I think you're weaning us off you. DOCTOR: I'm not, I promise. (looks at AMY) Really promise. The others, they're not you. But you and Rory, you have lives. Each other. I thought that's what we agreed. AMY: I know. I just worry there'll come a time when you never turn up, that something will have happened to you and I'll still be waiting, never knowing. DOCTOR: No! Come on, Pond. (kisses the top of her head) You'll be there till the end of me. AMY: Or vice versa. The DOCTOR looks at AMY knowing that is a possibility and AMY looks nervously back at him. The screwdriver beeps. DOCTOR: Done. The DOCTOR and AMY stand. The DOCTOR pulls out the "innards" of the post, resting it on the rim. RIDDELL enters the room. RIDDELL: Doctor? This is a two-man job. (AMY picks up a rfle) What're you doing? AMY: I'm easily worth two men. You can help too, if you like. AMY goes out and RIDDELL follows. The DOCTOR looks at the device he pulled from the post. Resting in the middle is a large crystal. The DOCTOR breathes on his hands before rubbing them together. He reaches in and quickly snatches the crystal. DOCTOR: A-ha! (throws crystal in the air and catches it) AMY: (walks back in) Doctor, what're you going to...? The DOCTOR teleports out. AMY heads back to the corridor. RORY and BRIAN start to pilot the ship using the chairs. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR AMY and RIDDELL guard the doorway as the raptors edge closer. RIDDELL: Quickens the blood, doesn't it? AMY: The sooner this lot go back to being extinct, the better. RIDDELL: You know what I want more than anything? AMY: Lessons in gender politics? RIDDELL: A dinosaur tooth to take home. (sht a raptor) Dinosaurs ahead, lady at my side, about to be blown up. Not sure I've ever been happier. AMY: Shut up and sht. In what seems a choreographed dance, AMY and RIDDELL twist and spin back-to-back as they fre at the dinosaurs. RIDDELL: Duck! With a gasp, AMY drops and RIDDELL sh*t over her head. INT. SPACESHIP, CONTROL DECK RORY and BRIAN are side by side in the chairs as they pilot the ship. BRIAN: I'm... I'm flying a spaceship. Rory! We're flying a spaceship! RORY: I know! Ha-ha! SPACE We see the ship begin to veer away from Earth. INT. MILITARY HQ, 2367 MAN: The ship's trajectory is changing. INDIRA: It makes no difference. The mssile have locked on. How long till target? MAN: (pulls up clock) Seven minutes. INDIRA turns away. INT. SPACESHIP, CONTROL DECK BRIAN is treating this like a video game, cheering himself on. BRIAN: Go-o-o! That's it, that's it! That's it, that's it! Me, me, me, me! Yes, yes! This is better than golf. INT. SOLOMON'S SHIP The DOCTOR teleports onto the ship. DOCTOR: Hello! Having trouble leaving? The DOCTOR presses live wires to the robots. ROBOTS: (sing) Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer... SOLOMON stands and faces the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: (pats one of the robots) Ship's still magnetised, couldn't bear to lose you. SOLOMON: Release my ship, Doctor, (holds a wapon to NEFERTITI'S neck) or I kll this precious little object. NEFERTITI kicks SOLOMON'S cane out from under him and he falls to the floor. She grabs it and holds the point to his neck. NEFERTITI: I am not your possession now, nor will I ever be. Now stay there. DOCTOR: (saunters over and bends) Don't mess with Egyptian queens, Solomon. I hope you've learnt that now. (walks to controls) SOLOMON: What're you doing?! DOCTOR: Disabling this ship's signal and replacing it with the one from the Silurian ship. I send this craft off emitting the signal they're looking for, the mssile will follow. (turns around) Hopefully Silurian ship safe, dinosaurs safe, everybody safe. (checks watch) Bit tight for time though, shouldn't really be chatting. Neffy, let's go. (claps hands and heads off only to pause) How remiss of me, almost forgot - the thing about mssile, very literal, this is what they latch on to. (sets down crystal and pulls out sonic) Now, one press on this and the ship's demagnetised. SOLOMON: Doctor, whatever you want, I can get it for you, whatever object you desire. DOCTOR: Did the Silurians beg you to stop? (looks at computer screens) Look, Solomon. The mssile. See them shine. See how valuable they are. And they're all yours. The DOCTOR follows NEFERTITI off the ship. SOLOMON: You wouldn't leave me, Doctor... DOCTOR: (hits the button closing the gate and presses the sonic) Enjoy your bounty. (leaves) SOLOMON: DOCTOR! SPACE SOLOMON'S ship takes off heading away from the ship and Earth. The mssile change direction and follow SOLOMON. INT. SOLOMON'S SHIP SOLOMON sees the mssile on the screen. SOLOMON: DOCTOR! SPACE The mssile converge on SOLOMON'S ship and it explodes. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR AMY and RIDDELL stand in the middle of the corridor surrounded by sedated raptors. SPACE The spaceship is now traveling away from Earth. INT. SPACESHIP, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR leads the way back to the TARDIS. RORY, AMY and BRIAN follow. DOCTOR: So, dinosaur drop-off time. (opens TARDIS) RORY: Actually, we think home for us. The DOCTOR stops in the doorway at RORY'S words. DOCTOR: Oh. Fine. Of course. NEFERTITI and RIDDELL arrive. AMY: Not forever. Just a couple of months. DOCTOR: Right, yes, I'm pretty busy anyway. I mean, I've got to drop everyone back. BRIAN: (steps out from behind AMY and RORY) About that. Can I ask a favour? There's something I want to see. DOCTOR: Oh... SPACE The TARDIS hovers above Earth. Sitting in the doorway, feet dangling over the edge, BRIAN eats a sandwich and drinks tea from a thermos. AMY and RORY walk over and stand behind him, looking out at their home. The DOCTOR comes up behind them and watches them sadly. EXT. AFRICAN PLAINS, 1902, NIGHT RIDDELL looks up at the night sky, a dinosaur tooth tied on a cord hangs from his neck. NEFERTITI steps out from the tent, hair loose, a r*fle in her hands. INT. POND-WILLIAMS HOME, PARLOR, DAY RORY stands on the ladder and blows on the light fixture before inserting the bulb. AMY enters the room with the mail. AMY: MORE postcards from your Dad. RORY: Do you know what? I think it is the fitting. On a wall of photos, they have tacked up the postcards from BRIAN in exotic locations like Pisa and Rio de Janeiro, Egypt and Uhluru. The latest shows the TARDIS in what could pass for prehistoric Earth complete with dinosaurs. It bears the label "Siluria".	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x02 - Dinosaurs on a Spaceship"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. DESERT, NIGHT As we pan across and down from the night sky, there is a WOMAN'S voice-over. WOMAN: When I was a child, my favourite story was about a man who lived forever, but whose eyes were heavy with the weight of all he'd seen, a man who fell from the stars. A futuristic drone glides over the ground. It is targeted and sht down. As it falls to the ground, we see a MAN kneeling on the ground behind it. The MAN is targeted as well. MAN: I knew you'd find me eventually. The gn raises his arm which is a futuristic wapon. He speaks in a robotic voice. gn: Make peace with your gods. MAN: Once they were your gods too. gn: Not anymore. The MAN turns and slowly crawls away. He reaches for a gn lying on the ground and the gn sht him. He falls backwards onto the ground with a groan. The gn walks up and we see only one eye is human, the other mechanical. He raises his gn again. MAN: Am I the last one? gn: There's one more. The Doctor. (fires) Matt Smith Karen Gillan Arthur Darvill DOCTOR WHO "A Town Called Mercy" By Toby Whithouse PRODUCER Marcus Wilson DIRECTOR Saul Metzstein EXT. TOWN, DAY The DOCTOR stands in the road, arms crossed, and reads the sign marking entrance to the town. The population has been crossed out and added to. There is also a "Keep Out" sign nailed to the post. DOCTOR: "Mercy, 81 residents." AMY and RORY are standing off to the side looking at a line of stones and branches that seem to ring the town. AMY: Look at this. It's a load of stones and lumps of wood. The DOCTOR takes out his sonic and runs it along the line. AMY: What is it? DOCTOR: A load of stones and lumps of wood. The DOCTOR steps over the line and, from above, the gn watches. RORY: Er, the sign does say, "Keep out." DOCTOR: I see keep-out signs as suggestions more than actual orders. Like dry clean only. The DOCTOR rubs his hands together before turning and heading into town. AMY and RORY follow him. EXT. TOWN, STREET, DAY They walk down the street and are stared at from behind windows and doorways. A woman clutches her daughter closely. Streetlamps line the road and one sparks as they get close. DOCTOR: That's not right. (scans with sonic) RORY: It's a street lamp. DOCTOR: An electric street lamp about ten years too early. RORY: It's only a few years out. DOCTOR: That's what you said when you left your phone recharger in Henry VIII's en-suite. AMY: Doctor, um... DOCTOR: Anachronistic electricity, keep-out signs, aggressive stares... Has someone been peeking at my Christmas list? (takes a toothpick from jacket pocket and puts it in mouth) AMY: Doctor! INT. SALOON, DAY The saloon seems to be doing a brisk business. A man plays piano as men drink at the tables or play poker. The DOCTOR pushes open the bat-wing doors and the music and chatter stops. He saunters over to the bar, puts his hand down on the counter and orders in a fake American accent. DOCTOR: Tea. But the strong stuff. Leave the bag in. (tries to flip the toothpick but it gets stuck) BARTENDER: What you doing here, son? DOCTOR: Son? (laughs) You can stay. Behind them, a man stands, hands gripping his lapels. He's the PREACHER. PREACHER: Sir, might I enquire who you is? DOCTOR: (turns) Of course. I am the Doctor, this is... All the men in the saloon stand. DOCTOR: No need to stand. (turns to AMY and RORY) You see that? Manners. Another MAN walks up behind the DOCTOR and measures his shoulders. DOCTOR: (turns) Oh, thank you, but I don't need a new suit. MAN: I'm the undertaker, sir. A YOUNG MAN steps forward. YOUNG MAN: I got a question. Is you an alien? DOCTOR: Well, um... Bit personal. It's all relative, isn't it? I mean, I think YOU'RE the aliens. But in this context, yes. Yes, I suppose I am. The men rush the DOCTOR, lifting him and carrying him outside. EXT. TOWN, STREET, DAY The men carry the DOCTOR along the street, AMY and RORY are restrained as they follow. AMY: Doctor! Put him down! MAN: Don't think we won't kll you. AMY: Doctor! RORY: Leave her alone! DOCTOR: Don't worry! Everything is completely under control! AMY: (fights those holding her) Get off me! DOCTOR: Guys! Guys! Oh, dear. (is thrown over the line) Whoa! (stands and cracks his back) Aargh. Ow. The DOCTOR turns back to the town and the men draw their gn on him. The DOCTOR raises his hands. In the distance behind him we see the gn approaching by teleporting shirt distances. PREACHER: He's coming. Oh, God. He's coming. YOUNG MAN: Preacher... Say something. PREACHER: Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done... As the PREACHER prays, the DOCTOR slowly turns and sees the gn. He tries to get back over the line but the men refuse to lower their wapon. A gn is fired. Everyone turns to look at the newcomer. MAN: You. Bow tie. (DOCTOR points at himself) Get back across that line. (reveals badge) Now. The DOCTOR steps back across the line. The gn stops then disappears. YOUNG MAN: Isaac, he said he was a doctor... an alien doctor. ISSAC: That a reason to hand him to his death? YOUNG MAN: But, Isaac, it could be him! ISSAC: You know it ain't. (turns and walks away with a nod to AMY) Ma'am. The DOCTOR brushes himself off and straightens his jacket before following after ISSAC. AMY and RORY followed him. Some of the townsfolk aren't so happy. MAN 1: Just let him go like that? MAN 2: Be seeing you, boy. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY ISSAC walks over to the desk as the DOCTOR, RORY and AMY enter. DOCTOR: What was that outside? ISSAC: (sits on the corner of his desk) The gn. Showed up three weeks back. We've been prisoners ever since. You see that borderline, stretching round the town? Woke up one morning, there it was. Nothing gets past it, in or out. No supply wagons, no reinforcements. Pretty soon, the whole town's going to starve to death. RORY: But... he let US in. ISSAC: You ain't carrying any food, just three more mouths to feed. We'll all die even sooner now. DOCTOR: What happens if someone crosses the line? ISSAC tosses the DOCTOR a Stetson and he catches it. DOCTOR: Ah, well...(puts a finger through bllet hole) He wasn't a very good sht then. ISSAC: He was aiming for the hat. DOCTOR: He sht people's hats?! AMY: I think it was a warning sht. DOCTOR: (passes hat to RORY) Ah. No. Yes. I see. Hmmm. AMY: (gets the hat from RORY) What does he want? Has he issued some kind of demand? AMY passes hat back to RORY who then passes it back to the DOCTOR who, in turn, throws it back to ISSAC. ISSAC: He says he wants us to give him "the alien doctor". AMY: But that's you. Why would he want to kll you? Unless he's met you. RORY: And how could he know we'd be here? (whisper) We didn't even know we'd be here. AMY: (to ISSAC) We were aiming for Mexico. The Doctor was taking us to see the Day of the dad Festival. ISSAC: Mexico's 200 miles due south. DOCTOR: (notices light flicker) Well, that's what happens when people get toast crumbs on the console. Anyway, I think it's about time I met him, don't you? (sit on railing) ISSAC: Who? DOCTOR: The chap outside said I could be the alien doctor, but you said I wasn't. So you already know who it is. Two alien Doctors! We're like buses. Resident 81, I presume. So beloved by the townsfolk, he warranted an alteration to the sign. Probably because he rigged up these electrics. And I'm guessing he's in here because if half the town suddenly wanted to throw me to my death... this is where I'd want to be. (hops off the rail and heads for the cell) ISSAC: I don't know what you... (tries to stop the DOCTOR) MAN: It's all right, Isaac. I think the time for subterfuge has passed. (gets up from bunk) Good afternoon. My name is Kahler-Jex. I'm the doctor. JEX is dressed like a professional of the time. He also has a tattoo along the right side of his face similar to that of the man klled earlier. EXT. DESERT, DAY The gn stands on a bluff overlooking the town and watches. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY The DOCTOR shakes JEX'S hand vigorously. DOCTOR: The Kahler. I love the Kahler. One of the most ingenious races in the galaxy, seriously. They could build a spaceship out of Tupperware and moss. AMY gently pushes the DOCTOR down into a chair and he releases JEX'S hand. AMY: All right. How did you get here? JEX: (sits behind ISSAC'S desk) My craft crashed about a mile or so out of town. I would have died if Isaac and the others hadn't pulled me from the wreckage. DOCTOR: And you stayed? As their doctor? JEX: On my world, I was a surgeon, so it seemed logical and it gave me an opportunity to repay my debt to them. ISSAC: Listen to him. Talking like it was nothing. Tell them about the cholera. (slaps JEX on the back) JEX: Now, Isaac, I'm sure our guests aren't... ISSAC: Two years after he arrived, there was an outbreak of cholera. Thanks to the doc here not a single person died. JEX: A minor infection we'd found a treatment for centuries ago. ISSAC: No, no, no. What do you call them? The lectricks? JEX: Using my ship as a generator, I was able to rig up some rudimentary heating and lighting for the town. DOCTOR: (leans forward) So why does the gn want you? ISSAC: It don't matter. DOCTOR: I'm just saying, if we knew... ISSAC: America's a land of second chances. We called this town Mercy for a reason. Others... Some round here don't feel that way. JEX: Now, Isaac, we've discussed this. ISSAC: People whose lives you saved are suddenly saying we should hand you over. JEX: They're scared, that's all. You can hardly blame them. ISSAC: Them being scared, scares me. wr only ended five years back. That old volence is still under the surface. We give up Doc Jex, then we're handing the keys of the town over to chaos. DOCTOR: Did you try to repair your craft? Surely someone with your skills... JEX: It really was very badly damaged. DOCTOR: (stands) We evacuate the town. Our ship's just over the hills. Room for everyone. (sits on desk) I'll pop out, bring it back here. Robert's your uncle. AMY: Really? Simple as that? No crazy schemes? No negotiations? DOCTOR: I've matured. I'm 1,200 years old now. Plus, I don't want to miss "The Archers". (stands, picks up Stetson and heads for door) AMY: Oh, so you're not even a tiny bit curious? DOCTOR: Why would I be curious? It's a mysterious space cowboy assassin. Curious? Of course I'm not curious. (steps outside) ISSAC: Son? (DOCTOR comes back) You've still got to get past the gn. How you going to do that? DOCTOR: (puts on Stetson) With a little sleight of hand. The DOCTOR steps outside. RORY and AMY just look at each other. EXT. DESERT, DAY RORY and ISSAC are running across the desert, ISSAC is wearing JEX'S coat and hat. ISSAC: You OK? RORY: Yeah, fine. Yeah. Keep moving. ISSAC: Next time... you get to wear Jex's clothes. From an opposite ridge, the gn watches. He zooms in on ISSAC, but when RORY gets in the way, his computer registers 87% chance of injury to innocent and to disengage. He lowers his wapon. EXT. TOWN, DAY The DOCTOR walks up to the PREACHER who is at a hitching post with his horse. DOCTOR: Can I borrow your horse, please? It's official Marshall business. (mounts horse) PREACHER: He's called Joshua. It's from the Bible. It means "The Deliverer." The horse neighs. DOCTOR: No, he isn't. PREACHER: What? DOCTOR: I speak horse. He's called Susan. And he wants you to respect his life choices. The DOCTOR and SUSAN gallop out of town. EXT. DESERT, DAY RORY and ISSAC are making their way along the base of a ridge when the ground between them explodes from a gn. RORY: I, uh... I think he's seen us. ISSAC takes RORY by the arm. ISSAC: This way. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY JEX looks out the window while AMY sits on the desk. AMY: When this is all done, do you want us to take you home? JEX: Thank you, but I have already given everything I have to the Kahler. My skills, my energy... all that was good in me. But here... I could start afresh. I could remember myself and help people. That's all I ever wanted to do. End suffering. AMY: (stands) Here. (puts his jacket over his shoulders) JEX: You're a mother, aren't you? AMY: How did you know? JEX: There's kindness in your eyes. And sadness. But a ferocity too. AMY: It wasn't exactly straightforward. JEX: It seldom is. AMY: And what about you? Are you a father? JEX: Yes. In a way, I suppose I am. EXT. DESERT, DAY ISSAC and RORY take cover against the base of a rocky ledge. ISSAC: So, we wait here till the Doctor comes to pick us up in your ship. RORY: Yes, I know. I was there when we agreed it. ISSAC: Yeah, I said that more for my benefit more than yours. *** The DOCTOR is galloping along on SUSAN along a dirt road. He sees something that attracts his attention and slows the horse to a halt. DOCTOR: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. (SUSAN neighs.) Yeah, I know we're in a hurry. I just want to check something out. (dismounts) Two ticks. There's something niggling me. (SUSAN snorts) Yes. (goes down on his knees) Yes, it could be important. (SUSAN whinnies) Oi, don't swear. The DOCTOR finds a hose running along the ground, holds it up in both hands and sniffs it. He then tugs it loose. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY The lights flicker and JEX looks at one through his monocle. EXT. DESERT, DAY The DOCTOR drops the line and runs back to SUSAN. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY JEX continues to look at the lights, a look of concern on his face. EXT. DESERT, DAY The DOCTOR follows the line to where it ends, sparking. DOCTOR: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. (SUSAN snorts as he dismounts) Yes, I wear a Stetson now. The DOCTOR goes up to the mound connected to the line and pulls off a tarp to reveal an ovoid. SUSAN snorts. DOCTOR: Yes, good point, Susan. (examines capsule) Where IS the damage? ******* The gn walks to the edge of the ridge and looks down. ISSAC reaches out a hand to keep RORY pressed back against the wall so they won't be seen. The gn picks up their heat signatures and raises his gn to fre. ******* The DOCTOR climbs on top of the capsule where he knocks and taps on its surface proving it to be hollow inside. He jumps on it and even slaps it before taking out the sonic and using it on the top. This sets off alarms. The DOCTOR covers his ears as a door slides open. ********* The sound carries through the desert. The gn hears it and lowers his arm before turning away. ISSAC and RORY lean out to make sure he's gone before leaving in the opposite direction. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY AMY opens the main doors and steps out followed by JEX. EXT. TOWN, DAY AMY and JEX stand on the porch and look out into the desert. JEX: That's the alarm on my ship! AMY: Maybe the Doctor wants to get it working again. JEX: But that wasn't the plan. He's not following the plan. AMY: Welcome to my world. JEX goes back inside and AMY stays on the porch. EXT. DESERT, DAY With a groan, the DOCTOR drops into the capsule. INT. CAPSULE, DAY The DOCTOR falls into the seat as the computer announces his presence. COMPUTER: Security breach. You have ten seconds to enter the pass-code or this vehicle will self-destruct. (the DOCTOR uses the sonic on the panel) Thank you for choosing Abaraxas Security Software. Incinerating intruders for three centuries. Nine, eight, seven. (the sonic finally works) Self-destruct over-ridden. DOCTOR: This is an awful lot of security for a titchy spacecraft... COMPUTER: Awaiting command. DOCTOR: Tell me everything you can about the gn. COMPUTER: File not found. (DOCTOR groans) Please choose from – Technical Specifications, Flight Recorder, Personal Files, Maps and Charts. DOCTOR: Personal files of Doctor Kahler-Jex. JEX'S face appears on screen along with scrolling text. JEX: (on computer) Names of deceased subjects can be found on the drop-down menu. The DOCTOR absorbs the files that include people screaming in pain and agony. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY AMY enters the office, closing the doors. When she turns, JEX cocks and aims a gn at her face. JEX: I'm sorry, Amy. He really should have followed the plan. EXT. DESERT, DAY The DOCTOR stands in the entrance to the capsule. Behind him, the gn aims his gn to the DOCTOR'S head. As the wapon powers up, the DOCTOR ducks inside. DOCTOR: Don't sht, don't sht! (comes out and faces gn) I know who you are! And who Jex is too! (gn lowers wapon) Now what I don't understand is why you haven't just walked into the town and klled him? gn: People will get in the way. DOCTOR: Look, you want justice, you deserve justice, but this isn't the way. We can put him on trial, we can... gn: (raises wapon) When he starts klling YOUR people, you can use YOUR justice. The DOCTOR eyes the gn nervously. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY While keeping the gn trained on AMY, JEX fills his pockets with personal items from his cell. JEX: Isaac says he doesn't care about my past. But things may have been uncovered that even he might struggle to forgive. (moves to the door) So it's best we bat a hasty retreat. AMY: We? I'm coming with you? JEX: It's unlikely the gn will sh*t if I'm with you. As far as I can tell, he's programmed to take innocent lives only if absolutely necessary. AMY: Well, colour me reassured(!) JEX backs out the door only to have a gn cocked and aimed at the back of his head. ISSAC and RORY force him back inside. ISSAC: Doc, what are you doin'? EXT. DESERT, DAY The gn lowers his wapon. gn: No more warning shts. I'll kll the next person to step over that line. Make sure it's Jex. (walks away) INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY JEX is standing in front of the wall, ISSAC, RORY and AMY facing him. JEX: It was stupid of me, I realise that now. I just thought I'd put you all in enough danger, perhaps if I left... DOCTOR: (enters and walks over to JEX) He's lying. Every word. Everything he says, it's... all... lies. This man is a mrder. JEX: I am a scientist. DOCTOR: Sit down. (JEX refuses) SIT DOWN! (JEX sits) Tell them what you are. JEX: What am I? A wr hero. ISSAC: OK, somebody want to tell me what's going on? DOCTOR: The gn is a cyborg. ISSAC: A what? DOCTOR: Half man, half machine. A wapon. Jex built it. He and his team took volunteers, told them they'd be selected for special training, then experimented on them, fused their bodies with wapon and programmed them to kll! ISSAC: OK, why? Why would you do that, doc? JEX: We'd been at wr for nine years. A wr that had already decimated half of our planet. Our task was to bring peace, and we did. We built an army that routed the enemy and ended the wr in less than a week. Do you want me to repent? To beg forgiveness for saving millions of lives?! DOCTOR: And how many died screaming on the operating table before you had FOUND your advantage?! JEX: wr is another world. You cannot apply the politics of peace to what I did, to what any of us did. The DOCTOR walks to the other side of the room by the cell, crosses his arms and leans against the wall. RORY: But what happened then? How come you're here? JEX: When the wr ended, we had the cyborgs decommissioned. But one of them must have got its circuitry damaged in battle. It went offline and began hunting down the team that created it, until just two of us were left. We fled and our ships crashed here. RORY looks over at the DOCTOR and reaches a hand out as if pleading for the DOCTOR to listen, to help. The DOCTOR ignores him and RORY turns back to the others. RORY: So what do we do with Jex? ISSAC: What do we do with him?! RORY: Yeah, I mean he's a wr criminal. ISSAC: No, he's the guy that saved the town from cholera, the guy that gave us heat and light. AMY: Look, Jex may be a criminal and yeah, kinda creepy... JEX: And still in the room! AMY: But I think we should put aside what he did and find another solution. RORY: Another solution? It's him or us! AMY: When did we start letting people get excuted? Did I miss a memo? Doctor, tell him. They all look at the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: (looks up) Hmm? Yes. I don't know. Whatever Amy said. (looks out the window) JEX: (polishes monocle) Looking at you, Doctor, is like looking into a mirror. Almost. There's rage there, like me. Guilt, like me. Solitude. Everything but the nerve to do what needs to be done. Thank the Gods my people weren't relying on you to save them... The DOCTOR rushes at JEX in anger. DOCTOR: No. NO! (grabs JEX and yanks him up) But these people are! (pushes him towards the door) OUT! OUT! OUT! AMY and RORY make to follow the DOCTOR but ISSAC points at them in warning. RORY puts his hands up and they follow ISSAC. At the door, RORY stops AMY. AMY: Oh, you're really letting him do this? RORY: Save us all? Yeah, I really am. RORY leaves and AMY follows. EXT. TOWN, DAY The DOCTOR shoves JEX through the town. DOCTOR: MOVE! JEX: No. DOCTOR: MOVE! The townsfolk follow as the DOCTOR and JEX head towards the boundary. The DOCTOR shoves JEX over the line and the man falls to the dirt. The DOCTOR walks back into town, but stops and grabs the gn out of a man's holster and aims it at JEX'S head as the doctor tries to cross back into the town. JEX raises his hands. JEX: You wouldn't. DOCTOR: (cocks hammer) I genuinely don't know... ISSAC: Doctor. Doctor. The DOCTOR whirls on ISSAC with his gn hand but it's AMY who fires a gn into the air. She lowers the gn to aim it at the DOCTOR. He lowers his gn. AMY: Let him come back, Doctor! DOCTOR: Or what? You won't sht me, Amy! AMY: How do you know?! Maybe I've changed. (cocks gn) You've clearly been taking stupid lessons since I saw you last. (waves gn around and accidentally sht the ground) I didn't mean to do that! (does it again) ISSAC: OK, everyone who isn't an American, drop your gn. The DOCTOR walks over to AMY. DOCTOR: We could end this right now. We could save everyone RIGHT NOW! AMY: This is not how we roll, and you know it. What's happened to you? When did klling someone become an option? DOCTOR: Jex HAS to answer for his crimes. AMY: And what then? You going to hunt down everyone who's made a gn, a bllet or a bmb? DOCTOR: They keep coming back, don't you see? Every time I negotiate, I try to understand. Well, not today! No! Today I honour the victims first! His, the Master's, the Daleks', all the people who died because of MY MERCY! AMY: See, this is what happens when you travel alone for too long. Well, listen to me, Doctor, we can't be like him. We have to be better than him. DOCTOR: Amelia Pond... (sighs) Fine. Fine... (turns back) we think of something else. (hands gn back) But frankly, I'm betting on the gn. (holds out his hand to JEX and waves his fingers) Jex, move over the line. Now. The gn is moving closer. He stops just behind JEX, gn raised to the back of his creator's head. JEX turns to face him and the gn'S computer recognizes JEX by his tattoo. gn: Make peace with your gods. JEX: Kahler-Tek, isn't it? I remember all your names, even now. Please. I'd never hurt anyone again. I'm even helping people here. gn: Last chance. Make peace with your gods. (prepares to fre) ISSAC: No! (pushes JEX) ISSAC falls as he is sht. The DOCTOR rushes over and kneels beside the marshall, cradling his head. DOCTOR: Isaac! Isaac, Isaac, it's OK, it's OK. It's OK, we can get you to Jex's surgery, he can save you. ISSAC: (grips DOCTOR'S hand) Listen to me, you've got to stay, you've got to look after everyone. DOCTOR: It won't come to that, Isaac. ISSAC: Protect Jex. Protect my town. (gasps) You're both good men... You just forget it sometimes... (dies) The DOCTOR removes his hand from ISSAC'S to find the Marshall's badge. He pins it on to his lapel and stands. The townsfolk stand around in shock. DOCTOR: Take Jex to his cell. If anything happens to him, you'll have me to answer to. JEX is "escorted" away and the DOCTOR faces the gn. DOCTOR: This has gone on long enough. gn: You are right. (aims gn at DOCTOR) You've got until noon tomorrow. Give him to me, or I'll kll you all. The gn turns and teleports away. The DOCTOR sighs before turning to face the town. AMY: Oh, my God, you're the marshall. DOCTOR: Yeah. And you're the deputy. EXT. TOWN, NIGHT The streets are empty and the streetlamps spark. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, NIGHT JEX is standing in the cell and the DOCTOR is sitting just outside, watching him. RORY and AMY are at the desk. There is a knock on the door. DOCTOR: Come in! The PREACHER enters and removes his hat. PREACHER: (greets them) Marshall... Ma'am. Fella. You need to come outside. DOCTOR: Why, what's wrong? PREACHER: Just come outside. And you should put that on. (motions to holster hanging on a hook) The DOCTOR stands as do AMY and RORY. The DOCTOR looks at the holstered gn. EXT. TOWN, NIGHT The PREACHER exits onto the porch first, followed by the DOCTOR. A group of townsfolk are standing in the street including the YOUNG MAN and the BARTENDER. The DOCTOR hooks his thumbs over his belt. DOCTOR: What's going on? YOUNG MAN: (nervously) He in there? Leave the keys and take a walk. Time you get back, this'll all be done. DOCTOR: I promised Isaac I'd protect him. YOUNG MAN: Protecting him got Isaac dad. Tomorrow it's going to get us all dad. MAN: We thought Isaac was right to fight. But it's different now. We've got to say, "All right, we lost," and give that thing what it wants. The DOCTOR walks to the edge of the porch as the MAN talks. BARTENDER: What it wants is to kll our friend. YOUNG MAN: Look, we don't got ill feelin' toward the doc, we just thinkin''bout our families. Hand him over and we all safe again. DOCTOR: You know I can't do that. YOUNG MAN: Then we got us a problem. (pushes back coat to expose holster) The DOCTOR lifts the corner of his jacket to show his gn. DOCTOR: Please don't do this. YOUNG MAN: Why? Reckon you quicker than me? DOCTOR: Almost certainly not. But this - lynch mobs, the town turning against itself - this is everything Isaac didn't want. (YOUNG MAN draws his gn) How old are you? YOUNG MAN: Nearly 19. DOCTOR: That's 18 then. (slowly goes down steps) Too young to have fought in the wr, so I'm guessing you've never sht anyone before, have you? YOUNG MAN: (cocks hammer) First time for everything. DOCTOR: But that's how all this started. Jex turned someone into a wapon. Now that same story is going to make you a kller too. Don't you see? volence doesn't end volence, it extends it. I don't think you want to do this. I don't think you want to become that man. YOUNG MAN: There's kids here. DOCTOR: I know, who I can save, if you'll let me. YOUNG MAN: He really worth the risk? DOCTOR: I don't know. But you are. The YOUNG MAN lowers his revolver and walks away, followed by most of the men. The rest of the population drifts off in different directions. The DOCTOR shudders before looking up at AMY and RORY. DOCTOR: Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. (grins and walks past AMY and RORY) INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, NIGHT The DOCTOR enters and looks at JEX in his cell. He then puts his right leg up on the rail to untie the holster. The UNDERTAKER enters with a steaming cup. UNDERTAKER: Fresh coffee, Marshall. For what it's worth, I know you're going to save us. Isaac made you Marshall for a reason, and if you're good enough for him, you're good enough for me. Reckon you should know that. DOCTOR: (toasts with the cup) Thank you. (sips coffee before setting down cup and leaning on railing) The UNDERTAKER takes out his tape and holds it to the DOCTOR'S shoulder. The DOCTOR turns his head. DOCTOR: Oi! Get out of it! The UNDERTAKER leaves. The DOCTOR removes the Stetson and rubs his forehead. JEX: Let me guess. The good folk of Mercy wanted me to take a little stroll into the desert. You could turn a blind eye. No-one would blame you. You'd be a hero. DOCTOR: But I can't, can I?! (walks towards cell) Because then Isaac's death would mean nothing! Just another casualty in your endless, bloody wr! (JEX lies down on the bunk) Do you want me to hand you over?! Is that what you want?! Do you even know?!(turns away in frustration) JEX: You think I'm unaffected by what I did? That I don't hear them screaming every time I close my eyes? (props himself up on one arm) It would be so much simpler if I was just one thing, wouldn't it? The mad scientist who made that klling machine, or the physician who has dedicated his life to serving this town. The fact that I'm both bewilders you. DOCTOR: (walks back) Oh, I know exactly what you are. And I see this reformation for what it really is. You committed an atrocity and chose this as your punishment. (paces) Don't get me wrong, good choice. Civilised hours, lots of adulation, nice weather. But, BUT, justice doesn't work like that. You don't get to decide when and how your debt is paid! (sighs and leans against the wall, back to the cell) JEX: (sits up) In my culture, we believe that when you die your spirit has to climb a mountain, carrying the souls of everyone you wronged in your lifetime. Imagine the weight I will have to lift. (the DOCTOR turns around) The monsters I created, the people they klled. (the DOCTOR walks towards the cell) Isaac. He was my friend. (walks to the bars) Now his soul will be in my arms, too. Can you see now why I fear death? You want to hand me over. There's no shame in that. But you won't. We all carry our prisons with us. Mine is my past, yours is your morality. (lies down on the bunk) DOCTOR: "We all carry our prisons with us." Ha... EXT. TOWN, DAY The DOCTOR stands alone in the center of town right in front of the bank. He cracks his neck as the clock moves closer to noon. INT. CHURCH, DAY The PREACHER kneels in front of the altar with a group of parishioners. PREACHER: Help me. Help me to... The parishioners pray quietly, including a little girl. EXT. TOWN, DAY The DOCTOR remains alone. INT. SALOON, DAY The bartender wipes down the bar as she watches the street outside. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY AMY looks at the clock as JEX sits on the bunk in his cell. They hear the loud displacement of air that heralds the arrival of the gn. JEX stands and grips the bars of the cell door and AMY turns to the door. EXT. TOWN, DAY The gn arrives and steps over the boundary the moment the bell tolls noon. They take up the classic "showdown" positions and the DOCTOR'S hand twitches by his gn. The bell finishes tolling the hour and the gn raises his arm with a grunt. The DOCTOR raises the sonic screwdriver high above his head. The gn groans in pain and windows are blown out. The gn sht wildly and the DOCTOR runs for cover. The gn looks around for his target. INT. MARSHALL'S OFFICE, DAY AMY walks towards the cell, key in hand. AMY: Ready? AMY unlocks the cell and let JEX out. EXT. TOWN, DAY RORY and the YOUNG MAN are standing by one of the buildings. They each have a copy of JEX'S tattoo painted on their faces. RORY: Ready? The YOUNG MAN nods and runs off. ****** The gn strides through the town and sees a figure running through the shadows. He zooms in on the face and sees the tattoo. He raises his gn. **** In another section of town, JEX sneaks down the street. **** The gn zooms in on a figure as it dodges behind a building. *** JEX uses the distraction to make his way out of town. **** The gn sees a figure on a balcony but the computer gives him an "Error: Invalid Visual Match" in regards to the tattoo. gn: Disengage. It's a trick. INT. CHURCH, DAY The LITTLE GIRL gets up and watches as the gn walks past. PREACHER: (prays) Save us, oh, Lord. The LITTLE GIRL backs into a table and knocks over some books. The gn halts. The PREACHER goes over to the girl and hugs her protectively. The gn blasts down the doors and the parishioners scream. INT. SALOON, DAY The DOCTOR is in the saloon getting the tattoo painted on his face. He and the bartender turn at the sound of the explsin. EXT. TOWN, DAY JEX stops and turns around. INT. CHURCH, DAY The gn scans the faces of everyone in the church. EXT. TOWN, DAY JEX hesitates and the DOCTOR runs out from the saloon. DOCTOR: Go! Just GO! I can't save them while you're here. The DOCTOR heads for the church as JEX runs into the desert. INT. CHURCH, DAY The gn waves his gn, trying to get a read on the faces. With no one to match, he lowers his wapon and leaves. EXT. DESERT, DAY JEX runs through the desert to his capsule. He pulls off the tarp. INT. CAPSULE, DAY JEX hurriedly presses the keys COMPUTER: Nine, eight, seven - self-destruct overridden. EXT. TOWN, DAY gn: Deactivate atmatic targeting. Switch to manual. He zooms in on the DOCTOR'S heat signature, He slowly walks over and aims his gn at the DOCTOR just as he peers around the corner. The DOCOTR stands, hands raised. gn: Where is he? DOCTOR: He's gone. gn: WHERE?! ANSWER ME! The DOCTOR backs into the street. DOCTOR: Away from here. Look up. Any second now you'll see the vapour trail of his ship. This is their home, not the backdrop for your revenge! Look up. Go after him, take this battle away from... There is loud radio feedback as JEX'S voice comes over speakers. JEX: Kahler-Tek. Kahler-Tek. gn: Jex...? Coward! Where are you?! JEX: I'm in my ship. DOCTOR: Jex, what are you doing? Just GO! CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. CAPSULE, DAY JEX: Where are you from? Where on Kahler? DOCTOR: Now? You're asking him this NOW?! gn: Gabrean. JEX: I know it. It's beautiful there. When this is over, will you go back? gn: How can I? I am a monster now. JEX: So am I. DOCTOR: Just go! Finish this! gn: I will find you. If I have to tear this universe apart, I will find you. JEX: I don't doubt that. You'll chase me to another planet...And another race will be caught in the crossfire. gn: THEN FACE ME! JEX presses some more buttons. COMPUTER: Countdown to self-destruct resumed. gn: FACE ME! JEX: No. You've klled enough. I'm ending the wr for you, too. COMPUTER: Countdown to self-destruct resumed. DOCTOR: What's going on? That countdown! What's going ON! JEX! JEX: Thank you, Doctor. But I have to face the souls of those I wronged. Perhaps they will be kind. COMPUTER: Three, two, one. Zero. In the capsule, JEX braces himself. The capsule explodes EXT. TOWN, STREET, DAY The DOCTOR and the gn turn their heads at the explsin and see smoke rise above the buildings. The DOCTOR looks at the gn who sighs and hangs his head. gn: He behaved with honour at the end. Maybe more than me. DOCTOR: We could take you back to your world. You could help with the reconstruction. The gn starts to walk away. The DOCTOR follows. gn: I will walk into the desert and self-destruct. I am a creature of wr. I have no role to play during peace. AMY and RORY join the DOCTOR and the townsfolk come out onto the street. DOCTOR: Except maybe to protect it? The gn stops. LATER The DOCTOR bursts from the saloon followed by AMY and RORY. The TARDIS is now in the middle of the street. DOCTOR: OK, so, our next trip. You know all the monkeys and dogs they sent into space in the '50s and '60s? You'll never guess what really happened to them! AMY: Erm... could we leave it a while? Our friends will start noticing that we're ageing faster than them. DOCTOR: Another time! No worries! (claps hands) AMY and RORY wave goodbye and step inside the TARDIS. The YOUNG MAN smiles at the DOCTOR and they share a small laugh. They then "draw" on each other and the DOCTOR sh*t the YOUNG MAN. The YOUNG MAN taps the brim of his hat and the DOCTOR salutes him. He then enters the TARDIS and it dematerializes. WOMAN: (V.O.) 'By the time the gn arrived, the people of Mercy were used to the strange and the impossible. Where he came from didn't matter. As a man once said, "America is a land of second chances". (the LITTLE GIRL crosses the boundary) Do I believe the story? I don't know. My great-grandmother must have been a little girl when he arrived. (the gn stands watch on the ridge) But next time you're in Mercy, ask someone why they don't have a Marshall or a Sheriff or policeman there. "We got our own arrangement", they'll say. Then they'll smile, like they got a secret. Like they got their own special angel watchin' out for them. Their very own angel who fell from the stars.' The gn is wearing the Marshall's badge.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x03 - A Town Called Mercy"}	foreverdreaming
SPACE We see the stars explode as AMY does a voice-over. AMY: (V.O.) Life with the Doctor was like this -- We are bmb with scenes of AMY and RORY'S travels with the DOCTOR. AMY: (V.O.) Real life? Was like this -- INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, KITCHEN, JULY, DAY RORY is sorting laundry as AMY goes through the refrigerator. The answer machine clicks on. ANSWER MACHINE: It's Lens Opticians. Just to remind you your reading glasses are ready for collection. Bye! AMY: Milk, two months out of date. Yogurt. (takes container out and opens it) Aah! (drops it to the floor) Don't ask. RORY: (sniffs shirt before standing) We've run out of washing tablets. (tosses box over his shoulder) EXT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, BACK GARDEN, JULY, DAY AMY and RORY are sitting in the garden having tea. RORY: We have two lives: Real life and Doctor life. It doesn't feel like real life gets much of a look-in. AMY: What do we do? RORY: Choose. The TARDIS engines sound and AMY and RORY turn around. AMY: Not today, though. RORY: Nah, not today. We get more flashbacks to their travels with the DOCTOR, some of the slower, more emotional times. AMY: (V.O.) Every time we flew away with the Doctor, we'd just become part of his life, but he never stood still long enough to become part of ours. Except, once... INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, MASTER BEDROOM, NIGHT AMY and RORY are asleep in bed. A small, black cube appears in midair and floats over to rest on a side-table. AMY: (V.O.) The year of the slow invasion. The time the Doctor came to stay. Matt Smith Karen Gillan Arthur Darvill DOCTOR WHO "The Power of Three" By Chris Chibnall PRODUCER Marcus Wilson DIRECTOR Saul Metzstein EXT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, FRONT, JULY, DAY BRIAN is ringing the doorbell incessantly. RORY opens the window and he and AMY look out RORY: Dad, it's half-past 6:00 in the morning. BRIAN: What are you doing lying around? (holds up one of the cubes) Haven't you seen them? BRIAN turns around, arms open. RORY and AMY see there are cubes everywhere: on the street, cars, window ledges and the park. AMY and RORY quickly join BRIAN outside on the street. RORY: What are they? BRIAN: Nobody knows. But they're everywhere. AMY: Well, where have they come from? Wait. (sees something across the street in the park) The DOCTOR is sitting on the top of a children's jungle gym examining a cube with a magnifying glass. AMY: Doctor. DOCTOR: (turns around) Invasion of the very small cubes. That's new. TV A variety of reporters talk on the appearance of the cubes. REPORTER 1: World leaders are appealing for calm. REPORTER 2: The global appearance of millions of small cubes. (reporters overlap) Despite official warnings, people have been taking the cubes from the streets, into offices and homes. REPORTER 1: What are they? REPORTER 2: Where did they come from? REPORTER 1: And why are they here? BRIAN COX: (holding a cube) Well, they're certainly not random space debris. They're too perfectly formed for that. Are they extraterrestrial in origin? Well, you'll have to ask a better man than me. INT. TARDIS AMY, RORY and BRIAN are at the console as the DOCTOR examines a cube. DOCTOR: All absolutely identical. Not a single molecule's difference between them. No blemishes, imperfections, individualities. BRIAN: What if they're bmb? Billions of tiny bmb. Or transport capsules, maybe, with a minirobot inside. Or deadly hard drives. Or alien eggs. Or messages needing decoding. Or they're all parts of a bigger whole. Jigsaw puzzles that need fitting together. DOCTOR: Very thorough, Brian. Very, very thorough. Well done. Stay here. Watch these. (gives BRIAN his cube) Yell if anything happens. (walks away) RORY pats his dad on the arm and follows the DOCTOR. AMY: Doctor, is this an alien invasion? Because that's what it feels like. AMY and RORY help the DOCTOR carry equipment. RORY: There couldn't be life forms in every cube, could there? DOCTOR: I don't know. And I really don't like not knowing. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, PARLOR, JULY, DAY The DOCTOR steps out of the TARDIS, followed by AMY and RORY and walks through to the kitchen. DOCTOR: Right, I need to use your kitchen as a lab… INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, KITCHEN, JULY, DAY RORY sets down equipment as the DOCTOR fills a pot with water. DOCTOR: …cook up some cubes, see what happens. RORY: Right. I'm due at work. DOCTOR: What? You've got a job? RORY: Yeah, of course I've got a job. What do you think we do when we're not with you? DOCTOR: I imagine mostly kissing. RORY shrugs. AMY: I write travel articles for magazines and Rory heals the sick. RORY: My shift starts in an hour. You don't know where my scrubs are? AMY: In the lounge, where you left them. The DOCTOR looks at AMY, unused to the domesticity. EXT. STREET, DAY Black Land Rovers drive up the alley and armed men surround the house. MAN: (over radio) Approach each side. Nonterrestrial life form detected. Target unconfirmed. May be hostile. EXT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, FRONT, JULY, DAY Soldiers prepare to storm the house through the front door. SOLDIER: (into radio) Approaching source now. Area will be secure in 60 seconds. Ultimate force available. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, KITCHEN, JULY, DAY The DOCTOR is setting up equipment with help from AMY. DOCTOR: Ehh, the Ponds. With their house and their jobs and their everyday lives. The journalist and the nurse. Long way from Leadworth. AMY: We think it's been 10 years. Not for you or Earth, but for us. 10 years older, 10 years of you. On and off. DOCTOR: Look at you now. All grown up. The front door bursts open and soldiers rush into the house. SOLDIER: (over radio) Block the rear entrances. SOLDIER: Clear! SOLDIER: (over radio) Cut -- power line. SOLDIER: (holds gn on AMY and the DOCTOR) Trap One. Kitchen secured. AMY and the DOCTOR turn around to see armed soldiers at the kitchen door. SOLDIER: (over radio) Trap three. Back garden secured. They turn back as RORY is marched back into the kitchen. He has his hands up and is wearing no trousers. RORY: There are soldiers all over my house and I'm in my pants. AMY: My whole life, I've dreamed of saying that, and I miss it by being someone else. A WOMAN in her late-forties enters the house, strolling casually between the armed soldiers towards the kitchen. WOMAN: All these muscles, and they still don't know how to knock. Sorry about the raucous entrance. Spike in artron energy reading at this address. In the light of the last 24 hours, we had to check it out and, uh, the dogs do love a runout. Hello. Kate Stewart, head of scientific research at UNIT. And, with dress sense like that... (holds a scanner in front of the DOCTOR'S chest) You must be the Doctor. I hoped it'd be you. DOCTOR: Tell me, since when did science run the military, Kate? KATE: Since me. UNIT's been adapting. Well, I dragged them along, kicking and screaming, which made it sound like more fun than it actually was. DOCTOR: What do we know about these cubes? KATE: (walks further into the kitchen) Far less than we need to. We've been freighting them in from around the world for testing. So far, we've subjected them to temperatures of +/-200° Celsius, simulated a water depth of 5 miles, dropped one out of a helicopter at 10,000 feet and rolled our best tnk over it. Always intact. DOCTOR: That's impressive. I don't want them to be impressive. I want them vulnerable, with a nice Achilles's heel. KATE: We don't know how they got here, what they're made of, or why they're here. DOCTOR: And all around the world, people are picking them up and taking them home. KATE: Like iPads have dropped out of the sky. Taking them to work, taking pictures, making films, posting them on Flickr and YouTube. Within 3 hours, the cubes had 1,000 separate Twitter accounts. DOCTOR: (disgusted) Twitter! KATE: I've recommended we treat this as a hostile incursion. Gather them all up and lock them in a secure facility, but that would take massive international agreement and cooperation. DOCTOR: We need evidence. The cubes arrived in plain sight, in vast quantities, as the sun rose. So what does that tell us? (puts his arms over AMY and RORY'S shoulders) AMY: Maybe they wanted to be seen, noticed. DOCTOR: Well, more than that. They want to be observed. So we observe them. Stay with them, round the clock. Watch the cubes. (tosses a cube in the air and catches it) Day and night. Record absolutely everything about them. Team cube, in it together. (kisses the cube) INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, LOUNGE, DAY The DOCTOR is lying upside-down on the sofa between RORY and AMY staring at the cubes. DOCTOR: (V.O.) Four days. Nothing! (grabs a cube) Nothing! Not a single change in any cube, (slaps cube) anywhere in the world. (puts cube back on the table a sits up) Four days! And I'm still in your lounge! AMY: You were the one who wanted to observe them. DOCTOR: Yes, well, I thought they'd do something, didn't I? Not just sit there while everyone eats endless cereal! (gets up and paces) RORY: You said we had to be patient. DOCTOR: Yes, you, you! Not me! I hate being patient! Patience is for wimps! (sits back down) I can't live like this. Don't make me. I need to be busy. AMY: Fine! Be busy! We'll watch the cubes! The DOCTOR gets up and hurries from the house. DOCTOR: Yes. EXT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, DAY The DOCTOR rushes through painting a fence and kicking a football. DOCTOR: (kicking football) 98, 99, 100. He moves on to mowing the lawn, working on the car engine and vacuuming the house. DOCTOR: (kicking football) 4,999,000, 5 million. (ends by cradling the ball on his back) INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, LOUNGE, DAY The DOCTOR leaps over the back of the sofa and slips into place between RORY and AMY. DOCTOR: That's better. Nothing like a bit of activity to pass the time. How long was I gone? RORY: (checks watch) Uh, about an hour. DOCTOR: I can't do it. No.(gets up and jumps over the back of the sofa and heads for the TARDIS) AMY and RORY follow. AMY: Where are you going? INT. TARDIS BRIAN is still sitting in a folding chair watching the cubes. DOCTOR: Brian! You're still here. BRIAN: You told me to watch the cubes. DOCTOR: Four days ago. BRIAN: Oh! Doesn't time fly when you're alone with your thoughts. RORY: You can't just leave, Doctor. Brian stands up. DOCTOR: Yes, course I can. Quick jaunt. Restore sanity. Ooh! (snaps fingers) Hey! (drapes his arms over RORY and AMY) Come, if you like. BRIAN: They can't just go off like that. DOCTOR: Can't they? Can't you? That's how it goes, isn't it? RORY: I've got my job. DOCTOR: Oh, yes, Rory, the universe is awaiting, but you have a little job to go to. RORY: It's not little. It's important to me. Look, what you do isn't all there is. DOCTOR: I never said it was. All right, fine. I'll be back, soon. Monitor the cubes. Call me. (snaps fingers) I'll have the TARDIS set to every Earth newsfeed. AMY, RORY and BRIAN leave the TARDIS. TV REPORTER 2: The end of a week of cubic questions and theories, but no answers. Could this be the greatest stealth marketing campaign in business history? And, if it is, will those behind it ever come forward and explain exactly what it's for? INT. CLUB, NIGHT, OCTOBER AMY is out with her girlfriend, LAURA. AMY: I'm so pleased for you two. It's about time you made an honest woman of her. LAURA: Amy. About bridesmaids. You've missed quite a few things the last year or two. AMY: I'm so totally there. Whatever you need. INT. HOSPITAL, CORRIDOR, NIGHT RORY and another nurse, RANJIT, are walking down the corridor with a patient on a gurney. RANJIT: Everyone here loves you -- the nurses, the doctors. You're a lifesaver, mate, literally. RORY: Ha ha! Well, thanks. RANJIT: But there are months when we don't see you. We can't do without you. I want you to go full-time. RORY: Full-time? Blimey. Uh -- INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, MASTER BEDROOM, NIGHT AMY and RORY are sitting up against the headboard drinking tea. RORY: I said yes. I committed. AMY: And I committed to being a bridesmaid, months in advance, like I know I'm going to be here. RORY: So the Doctor's God knows where, the cubes aren't doing anything at all. Did real life just get started? AMY: I like it. RORY: So do I. (sips tea) INT. BRIAN'S HOUSE, PARLOR, DAY BRIAN is setting up a video camera. RORY comes in with tea. BRIAN: (over camera) Brian's log. Day 67. RORY: You can't call it that. "Brian's log"? (sits) BRIAN: Brian's log. Day 67. Cube was quiet all night, once again. Cube was quiet all day. As per previously, no movement, no change in measurements. End of entry. (switches off camera) RORY: You stay up and watch it all the time? BRIAN: I film it while I'm asleep. When I wake up, I watch the footage on fast-forward. I email the result to UNIT. My middle name is diligence. RORY: (sarcastic) Wow! I can't wait to see day 68. BRIAN: Don't mock my log. I'm doing what the Doctor asked. INT. HOSPITAL, WAITING ROOM, DAY, DECEMBER RORY enters the room with a file and calls on the next patient. Slade's "Merry Xmas Everybody" plays over the speakers. RORY: Uh, Mr. Ryan, please. MR RYAN is a young man with his foot stuck in a toilet. RORY: Again? RORY wheels MR. RYAN out of the room. Sitting on the last chair in the row is a young girl. Her eyes briefly glow blue as does the cube she is holding on her lap. INT. HOSPITAL, EXAM ROOM, DAY, DECEMBER A MAN is lying on the bed reading a book. He checks his watch with a sigh. An NURSE enters the room, mask over his nose and mouth, and closes the curtain behind him. MAN: I'm fine. I've been done. There is a cube on the side table. NURSE: What seems to be the matter? MAN: I'm just waiting for a prescription. NURSE: Where does it hurt? A second nurse enters. MAN: I said, "I'm fine." Will you tell your colleague here that I -- stop! The second nurse leans over the man, hand on his shoulder. The MAN pulls off the mask to reveal a snout-shaped opening in place of a nose and mouth. He pulls the mask off the first nurse who looks the same as the second. He screams. The GIRL from the waiting room stands there impassively and watches. The cube on the side table swirls blue. INT. HOSPITAL, CORRIDOR, DAY The two nurses run the gurney down an empty corridor towards a lift. INT. MISC. WORKPLACES, DAY The cubes are used in various ways from golf hazards to paperweights EXT. STREET, DAY The cubes pile up beside recycle bins and overflow garbage bins. EXT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, BACK GARDEN, JUNE, DAY AMY and RORY have friends over for a cookout. RORY and BRIAN are at the grill. AMY is on her mobile as she walks around the yard. AMY: (into phone) Hey! Doctor, it's me. Hello. So, the U.N. classified the cubes as "provisionally safe," whatever that means, and Banksy and Damien Hirst put out a statement saying the cubes are nothing to do with them. And the cubes? Well, they're just...here, still. What's it been,9 months? People are just taking them for granted. Maybe we'll never know why they came, but, anyway, I got to Laura's wedding. It was great. She's here tonight. Being as it's our wedding anniversary, we thought you might've dropped by. I left you messages. The DOCTOR walks up behind AMY, a large bouquet of flowers in front of him. DOCTOR: I know! (hands AMY flowers) Happy anniversary! (turns back into the house) Come with me. And bring your husband. (claps hands) AMY looks at RORY and they follow the DOCTOR. INT. HOTEL ROOM, DAY The DOCTOR steps out of the TARDIS followed by AMY and RORY in period evening dress. DOCTOR: 26th of June 1819. The recently opened Savoy Hotel. Dinner, bed, and breakfast for two. (a chef walks by with covered plate) Bonjour, bonjour, merci, Auguste. You'll be back before the party's over. They won't even notice you went. No complications, I promise. RORY takes the DOCTOR'S face in both hands and kisses him resoundingly on the cheek. DOCTOR: Ooh! The DOCTOR enters the TARDIS. RORY laughs and AMY squeals in excitement. EXT. STREET, DAY The DOCTOR, AMY and RORY are sitting on the edge of the road. It's snowing and AMY and RORY are all disheveled. DOCTOR: Bit of a shock, Zygon ship under the Savoy, half the staff imposters. Still! It's all fixed now, eh? INT. ROOM, DAY The DOCTOR, AMY and RORY run into a wood-paneled room covered with rich draperies. The DOCTOR leaps on the bed. AMY: (cross) I thought we were going home! DOCTOR: You can't miss a good wedding. Under the bed. Under the bed! The DOCTOR and RORY crawl under the bed followed by AMY. Outside the room we hear a walking stick and a muffled voice. MAN: … King of England! The DOCTOR shushes with a finger to his lips. AMY: It wasn't my fault. RORY: It was totally your fault, AMY: Somebody was talking and I just said "yes." RORY: To wedding vows. You just married Henry VIII on our anniversary. We see the feet and legs of Henry VIII as he enters the room. The DOCTOR sneezes and RORY buries his head in his hands. DOCTOR: Sorry. EXT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, BACK GARDEN, JUNE, NIGHT RORY and AMY are home in time for the anniversary toast. As other cheer, BRIAN walks over to the DOCTOR. AMY: (hugs RORY) Hey! Hey! BRIAN: How long were they away? DOCTOR: I don't know what you're talking about, Brian. BRIAN: Because they're wearing totally different clothes from earlier. DOCTOR: Seven weeks. I got sidetracked. A lot. BRIAN: What happened to the other people who traveled with you? DOCTOR: Uh, some left me, some got left behind, and some -- not many, but -- some died. Not them. Not them, Brian. Never them. The DOCTOR and BRIAN look over at RORY and AMY who are laughing and chatting with friends. LATER The party is over and it's just the DOCTOR, AMY and RORY. AMY is turning a cube over in her hand. DOCTOR: (hesitantly) Can I... stay here? With you. And Rory. For a bit. Keep an eye on the cubes. However long that takes. AMY: I thought it would drive you mad. DOCTOR: No. No no. I mean, I'll be better at it this time. I... (fingers shrub) miss you. INT. BRIAN'S HOUSE, PARLOR, DAY, JULY BRIAN is working on his log. BRIAN: Brian's log. Day 361. (checks watch) 8:50 pm. No movement. (switches off camera and yawns) And I am cream crackered. BRIAN leans back in his chair and stares at the cube. He soon nods off. TV "The Apprentice" is on. LORD SUGAR: I sent you out to sell as many cubes as you could in 24 hours and look at you, you've made a right hash of it, haven't you? Well, Craig, you're fired. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, LOUNGE, DAY AMY, the DOCTOR and RORY are sitting on the couch, eating fish fingers and custard while watching TV. DOCTOR: (mouthful) If I had a restaurant, this would be all I'd serve. AMY: Yeah, right. You, running a restaurant. DOCTOR: I've run restaurants. Who do you think invented the Yorkshire pudding? RORY: (chuckles) You didn't. DOCTOR: Pudding, yet savory. Sound familiar? INT. BRIAN'S HOUSE, PARLOR, DAY The cube on BRIAN'S table vibrates and he wakes with a jerk. He stares at the cube before dozing off again. The cube spins and BRIAN just catches it before it stops. He reaches forward to switch on the camera. BRIAN: Do it again. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, KITCHEN, DAY RORY wipes the kitchen table, lifting a cube out of the way. He walks back to the sink as AMY enters the room and gives him a huge hug from behind. AMY: Good job, mister. Civilization saved, surfaces wiped. What more could any woman ask for? (chuckles) I mean it. (kisses RORY) RORY: Where's the Doctor? AMY: On the Wii again. I'm going for a bath. AMY leaves and RORY turns back to the sink. On the table, the cube opens for a few seconds. RORY looks over and it's closed. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, LOUNGE, DAY The DOCTOR is playing a very exciting tennis match on the Wii. DOCTOR: Oh! (hands up in the air and climbs on the sofa) That's second set: Doctor! Ha ha! Oh, if Fred Perry could see me now, eh? He'd probably ask for his shorts back. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, MASTER BEDROOM, DAY AMY enters the room and prepares for her bath. On her bureau, a cube glows blue. AMY walks over and looks at it from the same level as the top of the bureau. She reaches her hand out to pick it up but pulls back. The top of the cube shows a square of rows of small needles. AMY looks at her palm that now shows marks from the needles. The needles retract into the cube and then the sides of the cube display her heartbeat. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, KITCHEN, DAY RORY turns away from the sink in time to see the cube on the table open. He rushes over to look and it closes. He pulls back and it opens. He looks forward and it closes again. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, LOUNGE, DAY As the DOCTOR continues to play, a cube hovers about him. AMY: Third set, decider. Come on, then. Out of the way, dear, I'm trying to – (sees the cube) Whatever you are, this planet, these people, are precious to me. And I will defend them to my last breath. Is that all you can do, hover? I had a metal dog could do that. (the cube opens showing the muzzle of a gn) Ooh! Ooh, that's clever. What's that? (the cube fires) Whew! The DOCTOR ducks behind the sofa. He peers underneath the sofa and sees the cube which fires at him again. He runs out of the room. The cube hovers in front of the tea, uploading all the information. DOCTOR: (peers around the corner) Ooh, you really have woken up. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, HALL, DAY RORY comes running from the kitchen. RORY: Doctor! Hi. The cube in there, it just opened? AMY: (runs down the stairs) The cube upstairs just spiked me and took my pulse! DOCTOR: (laughs) Really?! Mine fired laser bolts and, now, it's surfing the net! BRIAN enters the house and closes the door. BRIAN: You're never going to believe this. My cube just moved. It rattled. The DOCTOR laughs and goes back to watch the cube as RORY'S mobile rings. RORY: Hello? INT. HOSPITAL, WAITING ROOM, DAY RANJIT is on the other end of the call. RANJIT: Rory, mate, I'm desperate for help. People are saying they've been attcked by the cubes. It's going to be a long night. RORY: (over phone) Okay. I'm on my way. The girl is still sitting on her chair, the cube on her lap glowing blue. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, HALL, DAY RORY: (ends call and puts phone in his pocket) I have to get to work. They need all the help they can get. BRIAN: Let me come help out. RORY: Take your dad to work night, brilliant! (to AMY) Okay, are you going to be all right here? AMY: (kisses RORY) Keep away from the cubes. RORY: All right. RORY and BRIAN leave. The DOCTOR steps out – now wearing his jacket - from the lounge smiling as he looks at the psychic paper. AMY: What are you grinning about? DOCTOR: We're wanted at the Tower of London. (puts psychic paper in jacket pocket and heads for door) EXT. TOWER OF LONDON, NIGHT A BEEFEATER opens the car door for the DOCTOR. BEEFEATER: Sir. (salutes) INT. TOWER OF LONDON, HALL, NIGHT KATE is walking with the DOCTOR, explaining the summons while AMY walks behind them. KATE: Every cube across the whole world activated at the same moment. DOCTOR: Now we're in business. You sent me a message to my psychic paper. You know, I'm almost impressed. AMY: Secret base beneath the Tower? I hope we're not here because we know too much. KATE: Yes, I've got officers trained in beheading. Also, ravens of death. (walks away) AMY: I like her. DOCTOR: Yeah. INT. TOWER OF LONDON, LARGE HALL, NIGHT KATE brings AMY and the DOCTOR into a room where the cubes are being monitored in sealed rooms. KATE: There are 50 being monitored and more coming in all the time. I don't know how useful it is. Every cube is behaving individually. There's no meaningful pattern. Some respond to proximity, some create mood swings. AMY: What's this one? KATE: Try the door. AMY opens the door to the chamber only to hear "The Chicken Dance". The DOCTOR plugs his ears. KATE: On a loop! AMY closes the door quickly. INT. TOWER OF LONDON, COMPUTER ROOM, NIGHT They enter a large room lined with banks of computer screens. KATE: This is the latest. DOCTOR: Oh, dear. (types on keyboard) Systems breach at the Pentagon, China, every African nation, the Middle East. KATE: I've got governments screaming for explanations and no idea what to tell them. I'm lost, Doctor. We all are. DOCTOR: Don't despair, Kate. Your dad never did. (KATE stares at him) Kate Stewart. Heading up UNIT, changing the way they work. How could you not be? Why did you drop "Lethbridge"? KATE: I didn't want any favors. Though he guided me, even to the end. "Science leads," he always told me, said he'd learnt that from an old friend. DOCTOR: We don't let him down. We don't let this planet down. An alert beeps. TECH: They've stopped. The cubes. Across the world. They just shut down. KATE: Active for 47 minutes and then they just die? DOCTOR: Not dad. Dormant, maybe. AMY: Then why shut down? DOCTOR: I don't know. I don't know. I need to think. I need some air. Who has an underground base? Terrible ventilation! The DOCTOR strides out of the room and AMY runs to catch up. EXT. TOWER OF LONDON, NIGHT AMY and the DOCTOR are sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on a wall overlooking the Thames. DOCTOR: The moment they arrived, I should've made sure they were collected and brned. That is what I should've done. AMY: How? Nobody would've listened. DOCTOR: You're thinking of stopping, aren't you? You and Rory. AMY: No, no, I mean, we haven't made a decision. DOCTOR: But you're considering it. AMY: Maybe. I don't know. We don't know. Well, our lives have changed so much. There was a time -- there were years -- when I couldn't live without you. (chuckles) Um, when just the whole everyday thing would drive me crazy. But since you dropped us back here, since you gave us this house, you know, we've built a life. But I don't know if I can have both. DOCTOR: Why? AMY: Because they pull at each other. Because they pull at me and because the traveling is starting to feel like running away. DOCTOR: That's not what it is. AMY: Oh, come on, look at you. Four days in a lounge and you go crazy. DOCTOR: I'm not running away. This is one corner of one country, in one continent on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy, that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond and there is so much, so much, to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I'm not running away from things. I'm running to them, before they flare and fade forever. It's all right. Our lives won't run the same. They can't. One day, soon, maybe, you'll stop. I've known for a while. AMY: Then why do you keep coming back for us? DOCTOR: Because you were the first. The first face this face saw. And you were seared onto my hearts. Amelia Pond. You always will be. I'm running to you and Rory before you fade from me. AMY: (puts head on his shoulder) Don't be nice to me. (cries) I don't want you to be nice to me. DOCTOR: Yeah, you do, Pond. (leans his head on AMY's head) And you always get what you want. (suddenly realizes what's happening) They got what they wanted. AMY: What? (sits up) Who did? DOCTOR: (slaps cheeks) The cubes. That's why they stopped. Come on. INT. TOWER OF LONDON, HALL, NIGHT The DOCTOR and AMY catch up with KATE. DOCTOR: Kate? Before they shut down, they scanned everything, from your medical limits to your military response patterns. They made a complete assessment (the lights go out) of planet Earth (scans with sonic) and its inhabitants. That's what the surge of activity was. Problem with the power? KATE: (holds lit torch) Not possible. We've got backups. DOCTOR: Hmm. (uses sonic and walks away) AMY and KATE follow. INT. TOWER OF LONDON, LARGE HALL, NIGHT The cubes in their individual chambers each bear the number 7 in blue light. AMY: Doctor. Look. DOCTOR: What? (walks over to AMY) AMY: Why do they all say "7"? DOCTOR: Seven. What's important about seven? Seven wonders of the world. Seven streams of the River Ota. Seven sides of a cube. AMY: A cube has 6 sides. DOCTOR: (scans the cube) Not if you count the inside. The cube changes to "6". INT. MISC. WORKPLACES, DAY The cubes have changed to "6" EXT. STREET, DAY The cubes have changed to "6" INT. TOWER OF LONDON, COMPUTER ROOM, DAY DOCTOR: It has to be a countdown. KATE: Not in minutes. DOCTOR: Why would it be minutes, Kate? We have to get humanity away from those cubes. God knows what they'll do, if they ht zero. Get the information out any way you can: news channels, web sites, radio, text messages. People have to know that the cubes are dangerous. AMY: Okay, but why is it starting now? I mean, the cubes arrived months ago. Why wait this long? DOCTOR: Because they're clever. Allow people enough time to collect them, take them in to their homes, their lives. Humans, the great early adopters. And then wham! Profile every inch of Earth's existence. KATE: Discover how best to attck us. DOCTOR: Get that information out any way you can. Go. (goes to tech station) Right, every cube was activated. There must be signals, energy fluctuations on a colossal scale. There must be some trace. There can't not be. (turns to look at AMY and KATE) We need to think of all the variables, all the possibilities, okay? Go go go go go! KATE and AMY rush off. TV KATE has done her job and the news is getting the word out about the cubes. REPORTER 1: This is a national security alert. The government advises that members of the public dispose of all cubes. If there are cubes inside your house, remove them immediately. The cubes count down to "4" INT. HOSPITAL, CORRIDOR, DAY A nurse is gathering cubes from a tray. RORY walks by, his arm on the shoulder of another nurse. RORY: Right, get them out of the building. Just away from here, as far as you can. And get back here before it hits zero. (walks over to BRIAN who is looking at an IV) Dad, could you go and get me a box of tape for dressings? It's just the cupboard round the corner. BRIAN: Yes, boss. BRIAN moves to another corridor that is completely empty. He looks back and is nearly run over by two nurses pushing a gurney. They have masks covering their faces. BRIAN: Sorry, excuse me. (the men stop) I'm looking for the supplies cupboard. I said, "I'm looking for the supplies cupboard." The two nurses slowly turn around and approach BRIAN. INT. HOSPITAL, WAITING ROOM, DAY The GIRL still sits in the chair. The cube in her lap changes to "3". INT. HOSPITAL, CORRIDOR, DAY RORY is looking for BRIAN. RORY: Have you seen my dad? NURSE: No, sorry. RORY finds himself in the same corridor. He looks one way and sees no one. He looks the other way and sees BRIAN on the gurney being pushed by the two men. RORY: Hey. Dad. (runs after the men) Hey! Hey! The men run for the lift as RORY chases after them. They enter the lift and one presses a button. The doors are closed when RORY arrives. They are lined with tape that reads "Do Not Use". He presses the call button. The doors open and the lift is empty. INT. HOSPITAL, LIFT, DAY The doors close as RORY pounds on the side walls. He then faces the back wall and tentatively reaches out a hand and touches the back wall. It shimmers and ripples. Knowing his father is on the other side, RORY walks through. SPACE There is a large ship in orbit above the Earth. INT. SHIP RORY enters through the portal and finds himself in a room that has patients from the hospital lying on plinths around the edge. INT. TOWER OF LONDON, LARGE HALL, DAY The DOCTOR is looking through the window into one of the chambers. The cube inside reads "3". AMY: Doctor, please, you don't have to do this. KATE: She's right. You don't have to be in there. We can do this remotely. The DOCTOR turns around to face AMY and KATE. DOCTOR: Remotely isn't my style. See you after. The DOCTOR kisses his fingertips and taps AMY on the head before opening the door to the chamber. He sits in the chair and gives the cube a spin as he waits. He looks at AMY and KATE who put on fake, hopeful smiles. INT. MISC. WORKPLACES, DAY The cubes have changed to "2" INT. TOWER OF LONDON, LARGE HALL, DAY The DOCTOR leans back against the wall. The cube changes to "1". INT. HOSPITAL, WAITING ROOM, DAY The GIRL still sits in the chair with the cube in her lap. INT. MISC. WORKPLACES, DAY The cubes have changed to "1" INT. TOWER OF LONDON, LARGE HALL, DAY The cube hits "0" and then goes dark. The DOCTOR looks over at AMY and KATE. The lid to the cube slides open. DOCTOR: Geronimo. AMY and KATE lean forward KATE: What's happening? The DOCTOR leans forward and looks inside the cube. It's empty. AMY: Well, what's in there? DOCTOR: There is nothing in here. AMY: Well, that's good? You know, it's not bmb, it's not aliens. DOCTOR: Why? Why is there nothing inside? Why? It doesn't make any sense! (leaves the chamber) INT. TOWER OF LONDON, COMPUTER ROOM, DAY The DOCTOR strides into the room where the TECH is watching a variety of screens with views from street cameras. People are just walking past the cubes on the ground, ignoring them. DOCTOR: Glasses, is it the same? Is it the same all around the world? KATE: They're empty. We're safe. Right? DOCTOR: No. No no no no. We are very far from safe. All along, every action has been deliberate. Why draw attention to the cubes, if they don't contain anything? AMY: Doctor, look. The monitors are showing people on the streets gripping their chests and collapsing to the ground. TECH: They're CCTV feeds from across the world, showing the same. KATE: People are dying. DOCTOR: No. What? They can't be dying. How? How are they dying? KATE: I want information on how people are being affected. DOCTOR: The cubes brought people close together. They opened and – (grabs chest and falls into chair with cry of pain) AMY: Doctor, what's the matter? DOCTOR: Uh! Ah! I don't know! TECH: Posters are logging a global surge in heart failure, cardiac arrest. DOCTOR: That's it. Ah! Ah! Oh. Only one heart. Other one's not working. (pounds chest) AMY: Okay! I'm going to get you to the hospital. (spins the chair) DOCTOR: No no no no no! Just a second. Turn around, turn around, turn around. (pushes the chair back to the desk) Come, show me 10 seconds after the cubes opened. Show me the patterns in their electrical current. See? KATE: No! DOCTOR: Yes, the power cut. They sucked the power and then -- aah! They're signal boxes! People -- wham! Pure electrical surge out of the cube, targeted at the nearest human heart. The heart!(slaps the TECH'S chest) An organ powered by electrical current, short-circuited. How to destroy a human? Go for the heart. Ow! Crikey Moses! KATE: Doctor, the scan you set running. The transmitter locations. It's found them. DOCTOR: (still fighting the pain) Oh, look at them all, pulsing, bold as brass. Seven of them, all across the world. (pounds chest) Ow! Seven stations, seven minutes. Why is that important? Ah-aaah! Ha ha ha ow! Ow! (looks at AMY) How do you people manage one heart? It is pitiful! The wormhole. Bridging two dimensions. Seven of them, hitched on to this planet. But -- but – but where's the closest one? Glasses, zoom in. The TECH zooms in on London and further in on a building. AMY: That's the hospital where Rory works. INT. SHIP RORY looks around and spots the gurney bearing BRIAN. RORY: Dad. Dad! (runs towards BRIAN but stops when he sees the two "nurses) Just get away from him. The "nurses" pull hypodermics like wapon and advance on RORY. INT. HOSPITAL, HALL, DAY The DOCTOR, AMY and KATE enter the hospital. The DOCTOR has a hand over his chest. DOCTOR: How many deaths have been recorded? KATE: We don't know. We think it could be a third of the population. DOCTOR: Kate, I have to find the wormhole. But the attcks could still happen. Tell the world. Tell them how to deal this. The world needs your leadership right now. KATE: I'll do my best. DOCTOR: Yeah, of course you will. Good luck. Kate. KATE leaves. DOCTOR: Ahh! Agh! (falls against a wall) AMY: Okay, how long are you going to last with only one heart? (puts his arm over her shoulder and helps) DOCTOR: Not much longer. (scans with sonic) I need to locate the wormhole portal. Hello. Hello! (turns it towards the GIRL) Oh. Hello. (walks over to GIRL) You are giving off some very strange signals. The GIRL'S face and eyes glow blue. AMY: Oh, my God. DOCTOR: Outlier droid monitoring everything. If I shut her down, I can (aims the sonic at her neck) -- Ah. It's all right. It's all right. (the girl sways and he tries to gently lower her to the floor) Amy, I can't, Amy! (slides to the floor) I can't do it. I need both hearts. Ah! Aah! AMY looks around in desperation and finds a defibrillator on the other side of the hall. She grabs it. AMY: All right, desperate measures. DOCTOR: (now lying on the floor) What? No! No no no no. That won't work. I'm a Time Lord! Ah, Amy! AMY opens the DOCTOR'S shirt. AMY: All right, clear! (applies the charge) DOCTOR: (sits up quickly) Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! (stands invigorated) Welcome back, Lefty. Whoa-hoa! Two hearts. (dances) Whoo! (strikes "Saturday Night Fever" pose) Back in the game. (kisses AMY'S forehead) Never do that to me again. (walks down the hall) INT. HOSPITAL, HALL NEAR LIFT, DAY The lift doors open and the DOCTOR and AMY peer inside. AMY: (disappointed) Oh, portal to another dimension in a goods lift? DOCTOR: (checks sonic) The energy signals converge here. Does seem a bit cramped, though. INT. HOSPITAL, LIFT, DAY They step into the lift. The back wall ripples. The DOCTOR pokes it with his finger. AMY and the DOCTOR share a smile. DOCTOR: Through the looking-glass, Amelia. They hold hands and step through the portal. INT. SHIP AMY and the DOCTOR arrive in the same room. AMY: Where are we? DOCTOR: We're in orbit. One dimension to the left. RORY is lying unconscious on a table at the end of the row. BRIAN is on the gurney next to him. AMY: Rory! The DOCTOR reaches into his pocket and tosses a small jar to AMY as he crosses to RORY'S other side. DOCTOR: Seborean smelling salts. Outlawed in seven galaxies. AMY holds the smelling salts under RORY'S nose. RORY sits up at the very moment they are sht at. They duck behind the table. DOCTOR: Whoa-hoa! Whoa! What kind of a welcome do you call that? (to AMY) Get them out of here. You too. Now. AMY: What are you going to do?! The DOCTOR pushes the gurney towards AMY. She uses the salts on BRIAN and he sits up. DOCTOR: Absolutely no idea. Get him through the portal. The DOCTOR helps push the gurney until they are fired at again. The DOCTOR sees a lone bald figure dressed in a black cloak. Its skin is heavily cracked and wrinkled. BEING: So many of them, crawling the planet, seeping into every corner. AMY and RORY pull the gurney out of the room as BRIAN sits up, stunned. The BEING disappears in a flash of light only to reappear at the computer screen. It is only a hologram. The DOCTOR stands on the other side of the screen and looks at the BEING. DOCTOR: It's not possible. I thought the Shakri were a myth. A myth to keep the young of Gallifrey in their place. SHAKRI: The Shakri exist in all of time and none. We travel alone and together. The Seven. DOCTOR: The Shakri craft, connected to Earth through 7 portals in 7 minutes. Ah, but why? SHAKRI: Serving the word of the Tally. DOCTOR: Why the cubes? Why Earth? SHAKRI: Not Earth -- Humanity. The Shakri will halt the human plague before the spread. DOCTOR: Erase humanity before it colonizes space. (walks to the same side of the screen) We thought the cubes were an invasion, the start of wr. SHAKRI: The human contagion only! Must be eliminated. AMY and RORY come back and stand on either side of the DOCTOR. AMY: Who are you calling a contagion? DOCTOR: Oi! Didn't I tell you two to go? RORY: You should've learnt, by now. AMY: Yeah, and what is this "Tally," anyway? DOCTOR: Some people call it "Judgment Day" or "the Reckoning." AMY: Don't you know? DOCTOR: I've never wanted to find out. SHAKRI: Before the Closure, there is the Tally. The Shakri serves the Tally! DOCTOR: The pest controllers of the universe. That's how the tales went, isn't it? AMY: Wow, that's a seriously weird bedtime story. DOCTOR: You can talk -- wolf in your grandmother's nightdress? So! (claps hands) Here you are, depositing slug pellets all over the Earth, (walks back to the other side of the screen to face the SHAKRI) made attractive so humans will collect them, hoping to find something beautiful inside. Because that's what they are. Not pests or plague -- creatures of hope, forever building and reaching. Making mistakes, of course, every life form does, but -- but -- they learn. And they strive for greater and they achieve it. (walks back to AMY and RORY) You want a tally? Put their achievements against their failings, through the whole of time. I will back humanity against the Shakri every time. SHAKRI: The Tally must be met. The second wave will be released. (taps on the keypad) AMY: What does that mean? DOCTOR: It's going to release more cubes to k*ll more people. INT. HOSPITAL, CORRIDOR, DAY KATE is on her mobile. KATE: Tell the Secretary General it's not just hospitals and equipment, it's people. Our best hope now is each other. INT. SHIP SHAKRI: The human plague, breeding and fighting. And, when cornered, their rage to destroy. You're too late, Doctor. The Tally shall be met. (disappears) AMY: He's gone? DOCTOR: He was never really here. Just the ship's automated interface. Like a talking propaganda poster. (runs over to the computer) I can stop the second wave. (uses the sonic on the computer) I can disconnect all the Shakri craft from their portals, leave them drifting in the dark space. Ah, but all those people who were near the cubes, so many of them will have died. AMY: I restarted one of your hearts. RORY: You'd need mass defibrillation. DOCTOR: Of course. Ah, beautiful. But, Ponds, Ponds, we're going to go one better than that. The Shakri used the cubes to turn people's hearts off. Bingo! (claps) We're going to use them to turn them back on again. (uses sonic) AMY: Will that work? DOCTOR: Well, creatures of hope. Has to. The readout on the screen changes as the DOCTOR continues to use the sonic. DOCTOR: 30 seconds. Don't let me down, cubes. You're working for me, now. The ship begins to shake violently. DOCTOR: Oh, dear. All those cubes. There's going to be a terrible wave of energy ricocheting around here, any second. Run. (runs) RORY: (looks at AMY) I'm going to miss this. AMY squeals and the two of them run after the DOCTOR. SPACE The ship explodes. INT. HOSPITAL, LIFT, DAY The DOCTOR, AMY and RORY fall to the floor of the lift as they are forced through the portal. INT. TOWER OF LONDON, COMPUTER ROOM, DAY On the computer screens, we see the people getting up slowly. Different techs are standing around watching. REPORTER 2: Emergency hospitals and field units are working at full capacity around the world as millions of survivors of cardiac arrest are nursed back to health after an unprecedented night across the globe. EXT. TOWER OF LONDON, DAY KATE and the DOCTOR walk towards the car. KATE: You -- you really are as remarkable as Dad said. (kisses him on the cheek) Thank you. DOCTOR: My! A kiss from a Lethbridge-Stewart. That is new. (laughs and checks watch) Oh, dear. I'm late for dinner. The DOCTOR holds out his hand and KATE reaches for it. He pulls away before she can shake it and laughs. Before getting in the car, he salutes her. KATE waves goodbye. INT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, KITCHEN, NIGHT The DOCTOR, AMY, RORY and BRIAN are seated at the table having Chinese by candlelight. They are laughing over a story. DOCTOR: (mouthful) Mmm, dear me. I'd better get going. Things to do. Worlds to save, swings to... swing on. The DOCTOR grabs a fortune cookie, stands and heads for the door. AMY looks over at RORY. The DOCTOR turns back and leans over the couple, arms over their shoulders. DOCTOR: Look, I know, you both have lives here, beautiful, messy lives. That is what makes you so fabulously human. You don't want to give them up. I understand. BRIAN: Actually, it's you they can't give up, Doctor. And I don't think they should. Go with him. Go save every world you can find. Who else has that chance? Life will still be here. DOCTOR: You can come, Brian. BRIAN: Somebody's got to water the plants. Just bring them back safe. AMY: (V.O.) So that was the year of the slow invasion, when the Earth got cubed and the Doctor came to stay. EXT. POND/WILLIAMS HOUSE, NIGHT The DOCTOR, RORY and AMY pause outside the TARDIS and look back at BRIAN. AMY: (V.O.) It was also when we realized something the Shakri never understood, what "cubed" actually means: the power of three. RORY and AMY enter the TARDIS. The DOCTOR nods at BRIAN, who waves goodbye, before entering the TARDIS.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x04 - The Power of Three"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. SPACE As we look at Earth from above, we see the myriad of networks streaming across the planet. MISC LOCATIONS We see a number of people around the world on laptops and tablets signing onto Wi-Fi. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT PARLOR, ?? A MAN is on camera, warning those watching his video. MAN: Danger! This is a warning. A warning to the whole world. You're looking for Wi-Fi. And sometimes you see something... a bit like this. (holds up a sign bearing foreign symbols) Don't click it. Do. Not. Click. It. We see people clicking on the symbols when looking for Wi-Fi. MAN: Once you've clicked it, they're in your computer. They can see you. And if they can see you, they might choose you. And if they do... you die. Within 24 hours, you're dad. We see some of the people who clicked on the symbols sprawled out on the ground or in their seats. MAN: For a while. People's souls are being uploaded to the internet. Some people get stuck. Their minds, their souls, trapped in the Wi-Fi. Like echoes. Like ghosts. Faintly, we hear overlapping voices. VOICES: I don't know where I am! I don't know where I am! (repeated) MAN: Sometimes you can hear their screams. On the radio. On the telly. On the net. VOICES: I don't know where I am! I don't know where I am! (repeated) MAN: This is real. This is not a hoax. AMERICAN MAN: (into camera) I, I don't know where I am! MAN: Or a joke. JAPANESE WOMAN: (into camera) Doko? MAN: Or a story. MAN 2: (into camera) I don't know where I am! MAN: This is real and I know that, because... (voice breaks) I don't know where I am. Please, if you can hear me... If you can hear me, I don't know where I am. The camera pulls out and we see the MAN is one of hundreds as we see a wall lined with monitors, each person pleading for help, not knowing where they are. Matt Smith Jenna-Louise Coleman DOCTOR WHO "The Bells of Saint John" By Steven Moffat PRODUCER Denise Paul DIRECTOR Colm McCarthy CUMBRIA 1207 EXT. MONASTARY, DAY A MONK pounds on the large door of the abbey. He turns around in frustration, pushing back his cowl. He goes back to the door and pounds again. The window of a small door opens and the MONK looks in. MONK: Wake the Abbott. The bells of Saint John are ringing! EXT. MONASTARY, COURTYARD, DAY The ABBOTT comes out and joins the MONK. ABBOTT: We must go to him! INT. MONASTARY, HALL, DAY The ABBOTT and the MONK walk down the hall. The MONK carries a torch. MONK: They call him the Mad Monk, don't they? ABBOTT: They shouldn't. He's definitely not a monk. INT. MONASTARY, CAVERNOUS ROOM, DAY The ABBOTT and the MONK enter a room where another monk sits at a table. Behind him sits a painting on an easel. ABBOTT: (clears throat) I'm sorry to intrude. The bells of Saint John are ringing. The monk stands up next to the ABBOTT and removes his hood. It is the DOCTOR. He has dabs on paint on the sleeves of his habit. DOCTOR: I'm going to need a horse! The DOCTOR walks away to a smaller room to the back revealing the painting. It is of CLARA OSWALD dressed as he had last seen her, as a Victorian governess. Along the bottom of the painting are the words "Run you clever boy, and remember". The MONK walks closer to the painting. MONK: (steps forward) Is that her? ABBOTT: The woman twice dad, and her final message. He has withdrawn to this place of peace and solitude that he might divine her meaning. If he truly is mad, then this is his madness. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, DAY CLARA OSWALD paces the floor as she waits on the phone for someone to pick up the other line. ANGIE is sitting at the kitchen table on her laptop. CLARA: Angie, is the internet working? Trying to phone the helpline, they won't answer. ANGIE: It's working for me. CLARA: Can I use it when you're finished? ANGIE: More than one person can use the internet at a time, Clara. CLARA: You done your homework? ANGIE: Shut up, you're not my mum! CLARA: And I'm not trying to be. OK? Mr. MAITLAND enters the kitchen patting his pockets, looking for his car keys. MAITLAND: Right. ARTIE holds the keys up. MAITLAND: Yes! Angie's probably fine on her own, you could probably have the night off. CLARA: I'm OK, I'll be upstairs trying to figure out my computer. MAITLAND: Anyway, the adverts are in, so hopefully we'll find someone. (puts on jacket) CLARA: I'm here as long as you need me. MAITLAND: Good! Right, come on, Artie, time to go. (heads for the door) CLARA takes the book ARTIE is holding. It is called "Summer Falls" and was written by Amelia Williams. CLARA: What chapter you on? ARTIE: Ten. CLARA: 11's the best. You'll cry your eyes out. MAITLAND: Artie! ARTIE leaves. CLARA: Oh, come on, just answer, just pick it up, pick it up, pick it up. (leaves the kitchen) INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, STAIRS, DAY CLARA walks up the steps to her room. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, CLARA'S ROOM, DAY CLARA spins around the post in her loft room before sitting at her desk and reaching tentatively at her open netbook. She taps a few keys before moving the cursor to the Wi-Fi icon. At the top is the connection labeled "Maitland Family" and below it are the symbols. EXT. ??? We zoom through the Wi-Fi and see a large number of connections throughout London. Some spots are red, as if infected. EXT. WOODS, DAY The DOCTOR dismounts from his horse and walks with the MONK as another stays with the horses. Another monk is waiting with a torch outside a stone doorway into an underground cavern. INT. CAVE, DAY The MONK leads the way with the torch, the DOCTOR follows. The ringing of a telephone can be heard. At the end of the tunnel is the TARDIS, its light shining like a beacon. That is the source of the ringing. DOCTOR: (looks at MONK) That is not supposed to happen. (runs up to TARDIS and opens the panel with the phone) Hello? CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, CLARA'S ROOM, DAY CLARA: Ah, hello. I can't find the internet. DOCTOR: I'm sorry? CLARA: It's gone, the internet. Can't find it anywhere. Where is it? DOCTOR: The internet? CLARA: Yes, the internet. Why don't I have the internet? DOCTOR: (walks away from the TARDIS) It's 1207. CLARA: I've got half past 3:00. Am I phoning a different time zone? DOCTOR: Yeah, you really sort of are. CLARA: Will it show up on the bill? DOCTOR: Oh, I dread to think. (paces the room, tangling the cord) Listen, where did you get this number? CLARA: Woman in the shop wrote it down. It's the helpline, isn't it? She said it was the best helpline out there. In the universe, she said. DOCTOR: What woman? Who was she? CLARA: I dunno, the woman in the shop. So why isn't there internet? Shouldn't it just sort of... be there? DOCTOR: Look, listen, I'm not actually... this isn't... You have clicked on the Wi-Fi button, haven't you? CLARA: Hang on. Erm... Wi-Fi? DOCTOR: Click on the Wi-Fi. You'll see a list of names. Is there one you recognise? CLARA clicks on the Wi-Fi and the Maitlands' connection. CLARA: It's asking me for a password. ANGIE comes upstairs. ANGIE: Is it OK if I go and see Nina? You can call her mum. CLARA: Sure. What's the password for the internet? ANGIE: Rycbar123. (heads back downstairs) CLARA: (goes to top of the stairs) How am I supposed to remember that? MONK: Is it an evil spirit? DOCTOR: It's a woman. The MONK crosses himself. CLARA sits back at the desk. CLARA: Hang on. Just a mo. (types each letter as she speaks) Run. You. Clever. Boy. And. Remember. One! The DOCTOR remembers when he had heard the phrase before. FLASHBACK INT. ASYLUM, CHAMBER OSWIN: (sits in chair and tucks up legs) Run, you clever boy INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, CLARA'S ROOM, DAY CLARA: Two! FLASHBACK INT. LATIMER HOUSE, LATIMER'S STUDY, NIGHT CLARA: and remember. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, CLARA'S ROOM, DAY CLARA: Three! CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. CAVE, DAY DOCTOR: What did you say? CLARA: Don't shout, you made me type it wrong. It's thrown me out again. What do I do, how do I get back in? CLARA clicks on the symbols. EXT. ??? We zoom through the Wi-Fi and see a large number of connections throughout London. Some spots are red, as if infected. A direct link is made to CLARA'S location. INT. ??? CLARA is seen on a monitor as she continues to speak to the DOCTOR on the phone. CLARA: It was just a thing to remember the password. Run, you clever boy and remember. Oh, hang on! (puts the phone down and walks out of view of the computer) The camera pulls back and we see she is now a part of the wall of screens seen earlier, all the people trapped in the Wi-Fi. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY CLARA comes down the stairs to answer the door. Someone is knocking on the door and ringing the bell. CLARA: Hello, yes, I hear you. Yep. Uh-huh. (opens door) Hello? The DOCTOR is standing there, grinning, still in his monk's habit. DOCTOR: Clara? Clara Oswald? CLARA: Hello? DOCTOR: Clara Oswin Oswald? CLARA: Just Clara Oswald. What was that middle one? DOCTOR: (excited) Do you remember me? CLARA: No. Should I? Who are you? DOCTOR: (takes a step inside) The Doctor. No? The Doctor? (looks at himself in wall mirror) CLARA: Doctor who? DOCTOR: No, just the Doctor. Actually, sorry, could you just ask me that again? CLARA: Could I what? DOCTOR: Could you just ask me that question again? CLARA: Doctor who? DOCTOR: OK, just once more. CLARA: Doctor who? DOCTOR: Oh, yeah. (steps back outside and does a little dance) Oh! D'you know, I never realised how much I enjoy hearing that said out loud. Thank you. CLARA: OK. (closes door) EXT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT DOOR, DAY The DOCTOR pounds on the door. DOCTOR: Hey, no! Clara, please. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY CLARA starts up the stairs but stops as the DOCTOR calls to her. DOCTOR: (muffled) Clara, I need to talk to you! Listen, please. INT. OFFICE, DAY The room is dark with a number of desks, each with someone working on a computer. One computer has a photo of CLARA as well as some information on the screen. ALEXEI is talking with his boss, MISS KIZLET. ALEXEI: Clara Oswald. We've got a positive lock on her, but I think she's borderline. Very clever, but no computer skills. KIZLET: Upload her anyway, splice her a computer skills package. (starts walking away) ALEXEI: (follows) I'll activate a Spoonhead. KIZLET: Alexei, we call them servers, not Spoonheads. ALEXEI: Sorry, Miss Kizlet. (goes back to desk) KIZLET climbs the short set of stairs to the upper level where MAHLER, her assistant is waiting. KIZLET: I'm ever so fond of Alexei, but my conscience says we should probably kll him. MAHLER: I'll inform HR. KIZLET: Actually, he's about to go on holiday. kll him when he gets back, let's not be unreasonable. (enters office) INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY KIZLET'S office has floor to ceiling windows that overlooks the City of London. It is of stark design, all black and chrome. KIZLET: Didn't you want to speak to me? (moves behind desk) MAHLER: We're uploading too many people, too quickly. We're going to get noticed. KIZLET: If your conscience is bothering you, think of it like this. (sits) We're preserving living minds, in permanent form in the data cloud. It's like immortality. Only fatal. KIZLET swipes through her tablet until she finds MAHLER and his "vitals". His Conscience level is very high. MAHLER: My conscience is fine. KIZLET: Good. (lowers MAHLER'S Conscience setting) Because our client has his needs. MAHLER'S Paranoia setting rises as he turns to walk away. He stops and looks at KIZLET. MAHLER: Did you just hack me? KIZLET: Because you changed your mind? MAHLER: I hope I did. (leaves) KIZLET lowers MAHLER'S Paranoia setting briefly, before raising it again. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY CLARA sits halfway up the front stairs. The DOCTOR is still outside. DOCTOR: (muffled) Please! I just need to speak to you! CLARA stands, walks down the stairs, walks over to the intercom and switches it on. The DOCTOR'S face appears on the screen. He smiles and waves. CLARA: Why are you still here? Why are you here at all? DOCTOR: You phoned me. You were looking for the internet. CLARA: That was you? CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: EXT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT DOOR, DAY DOCTOR: Course it was me. CLARA: How did you get here so fast? DOCTOR: I just happened to be in the neighbourhood. (moves out of the way to show the TARDIS) On my mobile phone. CLARA: When you say "mobile phone", why do you point at that blue box? DOCTOR: Because it's a surprisingly accurate description. CLARA: OK, we're finished now. (switches off intercom) DOCTOR: (muffled) Oi, no, look... CLARA hears the sound of a door closing and looks upstairs. A floorboard creaks. CLARA: Angie? Angie, are you upstairs? Angie, are you still here? Another floorboard creaks. CLARA walks over to the base of the stairs and looks up as a young girl in old-fashioned clothes slowly walks down the stairs, stopping partway down. CLARA: Hello. GIRL: Hello. CLARA: Are you a friend of Angie's? GIRL: I'm a friend of Angie's. CLARA: What where you doing upstairs? GIRL: I was upstairs. CLARA: I know you, don't I? GIRL: You know me, don't you? CLARA gasps as she now recognizes the GIRL from the cover of "Summer Falls", the book Artie was reading. CLARA backs away as the GIRL'S head slowly spins around to reveal a concave dish, the bowl of a spoon. Across the dish runs digital information. CLARA can only stare. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR enters the TARDIS and strips off his habit. DOCTOR: Right, don't be a monk. Monks are not cool! (goes to the area under the console, opens a section and starts throwing pieces of clothing over his shoulders before finding a fez and placing it on his head) Ah-ha! The DOCTOR continues searching until he holds his old jacket in one hand and a new one in the other He drops the old jacket and changes into the new. He then takes out a small wooden box and opens it to reveal a bowtie. EXT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT DOOR, DAY The DOCTOR exits the TARDIS rubbing his hands and hurries over to the front door. DOCTOR: Clara? (knocks on door) Clara? (moves to intercom) CLARA: (over intercom) Hello? DOCTOR: See? Look, it's me! De-monked. (spins) Sensible clothes. Erm, can I come in now? CLARA: (over intercom) I don't understand. DOCTOR: Could you just open the door? CLARA: (over intercom) I don't know... DOCTOR: Of course you can! CLARA: (over intercom) …where I am. The DOCTOR stares at the intercom knowing something has happened. CLARA: (over intercom) I don't know where I am. Where am I? Please tell me, where I am! I don't know where I am. The DOCTOR uses the sonic screwdriver on the front door and enters the house. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY CLARA is lying unconscious on the floor at the base of the stairs. CLARA: (disembodied) I don't know where I am! DOCTOR: (kneels beside CLARA) Clara! Clara? The DOCTOR gently puts a hand under her head and uses the sonic. CLARA: (disembodied) I don't know where I am! I don't understand. I don't know where I am! I don't know where I am! The DOCTOR looks up and sees the Spoonhead standing on the stairs. In the dish, we see CLARA looking around, lost. He slowly stands. CLARA: (disembodied) I don't understand! I don't know where I am! Where am I? I don't know where I am. I don't know where I am. The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the Spoonhead and we are transported through the Wi-Fi. INT. OFFICE, DAY ALEXEI'S computer screen has CLARA's picture and an upload bar that is only halfway before an alarm beeps and we see "ERROR" in red appear on screen. ALEXEI: (turns around) I've got a problem! INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY The DOCTOR continues to use the sonic on the Spoonhead and the visage of the girl disappears to show the most basic of a humanoid shape in robotic form. The DOCTOR lowers the sonic. DOCTOR: A walking base station. A walking Wi-Fi base station, hoovering up data. Hoovering up people! (pockets sonic) INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, CLARA'S ROOM, DAY The DOCTOR enters CLARA'S room, sonic out and scanning. He spins and finds the notebook. He closes it and runs with it back downstairs. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY The DOCTOR kneels beside CLARA, his fingers flying over the keyboard, trying to hack into the Spoonhead to free CLARA. DOCTOR: Oh, no, you don't. Oh, no, you don't. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. OFFICE, DAY KIZLET and MAHLER are at ALEXEI'S desk, looking over his shoulder at the screen. ALEXEI is trying to stop the hacker. ALEXEI: It's like someone is trying to reverse an upload. KIZLET: Is that possible? MAHLER: If the upload isn't fully integrated yet - in theory, yes. The DOCTOR continues to type away. The progress bar on ALEXEI'S computer drops from the 50s to the 40s. ALEXEI: Oh, my God. (types furiously) The DOCTOR continues to type away. DOCTOR: Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Not this time, Clara, I promise you. The DOCTOR and ALEXEI continue to fight each other via their keyboards. CLARA'S upload progress continues to fall into the 20s and then 10s. MAHLER: Can you stop this? ALEXEI: No! The progress bar hits zero. The area around the Maitland house is cleared of the red "virus". INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY The DOCTOR feels for CLARA'S pulse. There is a whirring sound from the Spoonhead and a beam sh*t from the dish to CLARA. She takes in a deep breath and coughs as she rolls over. The DOCTOR gently strokes her hair a lifts her head. DOCTOR: It's OK, it's OK. You're fine, you're back. Yes, you are. (kisses her head) Yes, you are. INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, NIGHT KIZLET paces in front of her windows, the London skyline lit up behind her. MAHLER enters. KIZLET: Well? MAHLER: Our hacker sent us a message. MAHLER walks to KIZLET'S desk and presses a button. A message appears on the monitor in the wall. It reads: Under My Protection – The Doctor. MAHLER: (crosses arms) I assume he's talking about the girl. KIZLET: Get out. I have to speak to the client. MAHLER leaves and KIZLET walks over to the monitor and touches the right-side panel. KIZLET: Sir, the one you told me about. He's here. The Doctor is here. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, CLARA'S ROOM, NIGHT CLARA is asleep in her bed. The DOCTOR takes a pitcher of water and pours a glass before setting it on the bedside table. He finds another vase and puts in some hand-picked flowers and sets that on the table. He remembers something else and returns with a package of Jammy Dodgers. He peels off the wrapper and inhales their delicious scent before placing them on a plate. He takes a bite of one, savoring the taste and puts the half-eaten cookie back on the plate. He spots a book on the shelf beside the bed, "101 Places To See". He flips through the book. At the front, in a child's handwriting, it reads "Property of Clara Oswald, Age 9". The age is crossed out as another year follows. The ages missing are 16 and 23. Opposite the page is a pressed leaf. The DOCTOR takes it out by the stem, twirls it, sniffs it and then licks it. He seems puzzled by what that tells him. He puts the leaf back in the book and the book back on the shelf. He pauses for a moment, leaning against the headboard, before leaving. LATER CLARA wakes slowly and sees the cookies on her table. She sits up in bed puzzled as to how she got there. EXT. MAITLAND HOUSE, NIGHT The DOCTOR is sitting in a folding chair outside the TARDIS in the MAITLANDS' driveway. He has CLARA'S notebook and is working on the Spoonhead. CLARA opens her window, leans out and sees him. CLARA: Hello? DOCTOR: (looks up and stands) Hello. Are you all right? CLARA: I'm in bed. DOCTOR: Yes. CLARA: Don't remember going. DOCTOR: No. CLARA: What did I miss? DOCTOR: Oh, quite a lot, actually. (reaches into inner jacket pocket and pulls out a small notebook) Angie called, she's going to stay over at Nina's. Apparently that's all completely fine and you shouldn't worry like you always do, for God's sake, get off her back. (flips a page) Also, your dad phoned. Mainly about the government. He seems very cross with them, I've got several pages on that. (turns pages) I said I'd look into it. I fixed that rattling noise in the washing machine, indexed the kitchen cupboards, optimised the photosynthesis in the main flowerbed and assembled the quadrocycle. CLARA: Assembled the what? DOCTOR: I found a disassembled quadrocycle in the garage. CLARA: I don't think you did. DOCTOR: (awed whisper) I invented the quadrocycle! CLARA: What happened to me? DOCTOR: (walks forward) Don't you remember? CLARA: I was scared. Really scared. I didn't know where I was. DOCTOR: Do you know now? CLARA: Yes. DOCTOR: Well, then, you should go to sleep, because you're safe now, I promise. Goodnight, Clara. The DOCTOR turns on his heels and heads back to the chair by the TARDIS. CLARA closes her window. Moments later, she opens it again and sticks her head out. CLARA: Are you guarding me? DOCTOR: Well, yes. Yes, I am. CLARA: (smiles) Are you seriously going to sit down there all night? DOCTOR: Yes. I promise. I won't budge from this spot. (sits back and crosses his legs) CLARA: Well, then. I'll have to come to you. (closes window) DOCTOR: (stands) Eh? INT. OFFICE, DAY ALEXEI, KIZLET and MAHLER are watching a live feed from across the street from the MAITLANDS'. KIZLET: I take it the girl's inside. And alive? MAHLER: Yes. KIZLET: Alexei, I need you to do something creative about that. (uses tablet to raise ALEXEI'S IQ) ALEXEI starts typing. EXT. MAITLAND HOUSE, NIGHT CLARA exits the house having changed her clothes. She has a chair hooked over her right arm and two cups of tea in her left. DOCTOR: I like your house. CLARA: It isn't mine, I'm a friend of the family. (sets chair down across from the DOCTOR'S) DOCTOR: Do you look after the kids? Oh yes, you're a governess, aren't you, (taps his forehead with a wrench) just like... CLARA: (hands the DOCTOR a cup of tea) Just like what? (sits backwards on chair) DOCTOR: Just like... (sips tea) I thought you probably would be. CLARA: Are you going to explain what happened to me? DOCTOR: (picks up notebook and sits) There's something in the Wi-Fi. OK. This whole world is swimming in Wi-Fi. We're living in a Wi-Fi soup! Suppose something got inside it. Suppose there was something living in the Wi-Fi, harvesting human minds, extracting them. Imagine that. Human souls trapped like flies in the World Wide Web, stuck for ever, crying out for help. CLARA: Isn't that basically Twitter? The DOCTOR starts typing on the notebook but looks up at CLARA'S comment. CLARA: What's that face for? DOCTOR: A computer can hack another computer. A living, sentient computer... Maybe that could that hack people. Edit them. Rewrite them. CLARA: Why would you say that? DOCTOR: Because a few hours ago you knew nothing about the internet. (points at her) And you just made a joke about Twitter. CLARA: Oh. Oh. That's weird. I know all about computers now in my head. Where did that come from? DOCTOR: You were uploaded for a while. Wherever you were, you brought something extra back. Which I very much doubt you're going to be allowed to keep. The DOCTOR slowly turns his head and sees a figure standing across the street under a lamp. He gets up and stands beside the TARDIS, still staring at the figure, a Spoonhead. DOCTOR: You and me, inside that box, now. CLARA: I'm sorry? DOCTOR: Just get inside. The DOCTOR hurries over to her and she stands to get out of his way as he moves the chair. He hurries to the TARDIS door. CLARA: Both of us? DOCTOR: Trust me, you'll understand once we're in there. CLARA: I bet I will! DOCTOR: Clara, please! CLARA: What is that box, anyway? Why do you have a box? DOCTOR: Clara! CLARA: Is it like a snogging booth? DOCTOR: A what?! CLARA: Is that what you do, you bring a booth? There's such a thing as too keen. (sips tea) The lights in different rooms in different houses come on. Too many to be coincidence. DOCTOR: Clara, look around you! CLARA looks around the street and sees for herself. CLARA: What's going on? Is the Wi-Fi switching on the lights? DOCTOR: No. The people are switching on the lights. The Wi-Fi is switching on the people. The Spoonhead turns around. CLARA: What is that thing? DOCTOR: A walking base station, you saw one earlier. CLARA: I saw a little girl. DOCTOR: Must have taken an image from your subconscious, thrown it back at you. Active camouflage (smacks forehead) They could be everywhere! They both look around, worried. CLARA spots something going on behind the house. CLARA: Doctor! Doctor! CLARA pulls the DOCTOR over and in the distance see the lights of LONDON going off. CLARA: What's going on? INT. OFFICE, DAY KIZLET and MAHLER are still with ALEXEI. MAHLER: Do we need another London-wide activation? We can't always pass it off as a riot. EXT. MAITLAND HOUSE, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA are now looking at a dark London. CLARA: All our lights on, everyone else's off. Why? DOCTOR: Some planes have Wi-Fi. CLARA: I'm sorry? DOCTOR: We must be one hell of a target right now. They hear the roaring of engines and look up to the sky where they see a plane heading straight for them. DOCTOR: (grabs CLARA'S hand) You, me, box, now! (pulls her into the TARDIS) INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR hurries towards the console and CLARA is pulled along in his wake. She holds onto the rail with one hand to steady herself. The teacup remains in the other. DOCTOR: Yes, it's a spaceship. Yes, it's bigger on the inside. No, I don't have time to talk about it. CLARA: But... but... but... it's... (moves around in shock at her surroundings) DOCTOR: (uses controls on a side panel) Shut up, please, short hops are difficult. (back to console) CLARA: Bigger. On the inside. Actually bigger. The DOCTOR throws a lever and the TARDIS sparks a little. The DOCTOR jumps back a bit. He hurries for the door. DOCTOR: Right, come on! CLARA: Are we going back out there? DOCTOR: We've moved. It's a spaceship, we flew away. CLARA: Away from the plane? DOCTOR: Not exactly! (opens door) INT. PLANE, NIGHT The DOCTOR practically tumbles from the TARDIS into the body of the plane. CLARA follows, leaning against the galley wall. CLARA: How did we get here? DOCTOR: (heads for the cockpit battling turbulence) It's a ship, I told you, it's all very science-y! CLARA: Is this the plane, the actual plane? (sees the passengers in their seats) Are they all dad? DOCTOR: Asleep, switched off by the Wi-Fi, never mind them! The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the cockpit door. A bout of turbulence causes the DOCTOR to tumble and nearly fall on an unconscious female flight attendant seated by the exit. He stands and tumbles into the cockpit followed by CLARA. INT. PLANE, COCKPIT, NIGHT The DOCTOR finds himself between the unconscious pilot and co-pilot. CLARA stands behind him in the cramped area. EXT. PLANE, NIGHT The plane continues its trajectory towards the MAITLANDS' street. INT. PLANE, COCKPIT, NIGHT The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the various panels. CLARA: What is going on? Is this real? Please tell me what is happening! DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. I'm an alien from outer space. I'm 1,000 years old. I've got two hearts. And I can't fly a plane, can you? CLARA: No! DOCTOR: Oooh! Fine, let's do it together. The DOCTOR pulls back on the throttle and CLARA holds onto him as if to help him. They both scream as they plane gets closer to the houses. EXT. PLANE, NIGHT The plane skims over the house, barely clearing them. INT. PLANE, COCKPIT, NIGHT The DOCTOR laughs in relief and excitement. CLARA still clings to him. She still holds the teacup in one hand. DOCTOR: Do you think a victory roll would be too show-off-y? The PILOT starts to come around. PILOT: What the hell's going on? DOCTOR: Well, I'm blocking your Wi-Fi, so you're waking up for a start. Tell you what, (pats pilot on the arm) do you want to drive? (stands and leaves) Shocked, CLARA just stands there as the Co-Pilot also wakes up and the two men discuss getting back on course. The DOCTOR reaches in and grabs her collar, pulling her from the cockpit. INT. OFFICE, DAY KIZLET, MAHLER and ALEXEI are still watching the feed from the MAITLAND house. KIZLET: I don't understand what's happened. That box, where's it gone? (yells to other workers) Find that box! INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR works the controls. CLARA finishes her tea and sets the cup down purposefully on the top of the console. CLARA: OK. When are you going to explain what the hell is going on? DOCTOR: Breakfast. The DOCTOR throws a switch and the TARDIS lurches a bit. The DOCTOR heads for the door and CLARA runs around the other side to confront him. CLARA: What? I ain't waiting till breakfast. DOCTOR: It's a time machine. You never have to wait for breakfast. The DOCTOR opens the door and sunlight streams through as he steps out. DOCTOR: (from outside) Thank you. After a pause, CLARA follows. EXT. LONDON, SOUTH BANK, DAY The DOCTOR steps out of the TARDIS where there is a group of people applauding his "performance". CLARA steps out behind him. DOCTOR: Thank you. Yes, magic blue box. (pulls out fez from under his jacket) All donations gratefully accepted. (passes it around to collect) Roll up, roll up, give us your dosh. Pennies, pounds, anything you've got. (gives fez to CLARA) Keep collecting, we need enough for breakfast. Just popping back to the garage. (goes into the TARDIS) CLARA: (turns around) Garage? INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR picks up the notebook from the console before hurrying to the entry for deeper into the TARDIS. He goes to the left before coming back to go right. DOCTOR: This way. EXT. LONDON, SOUTH BANK, DAY CLARA shakes the fez as more people drop coins into it. CLARA: So, this is tomorrow, then? Tomorrow's come early. The DOCTOR comes out of the TARDIS on a motorcycle wearing a helmet. DOCTOR: No, it came at the usual time. We just took a short cut. People applaud and take photos. DOCTOR: Thank you, thank you. Tomorrow, a camel! CLARA climbs on behind the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: (gives her a helmet) Clara! The DOCTOR empties the money from the fez before placing the hat on the head of a young boy standing by the motorcycle. A girl poses for a photo with the TARDIS in the background. INT. OFFICE, DAY The photo of the girl shows up during ALEXEI'S search. MAHLER comes over. MAHLER: What's happening? ALEXEI: Blue box. South Bank! Definitely wasn't there five minutes ago. (continues typing) KIZLET walks over. MAHLER: Are we sure this time? Earl's Court was an embarrassment. EXT. LONDON, SOUTH BANK, STREETS, DAY The DOCTOR drives the motorcycle towards Westminster Bridge. CLARA has her arms wrapped around his waist. EXT. LONDON, WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, DAY The DOCTOR drives the motorcycle over the bridge. CLARA: If you've got a flying time machine, why are we on a motorbike? DOCTOR: I don't take the TARDIS into battle. CLARA: Because it's made of wood? DOCTOR: Because it's the most powerful ship in the universe and I don't want it falling into the wrong hands. (holds up hands before realizing he needs them both on the controls) OK? EXT. LONDON, DAY They drive by Horse Guards Parade and are captured in another tourist photo. INT. OFFICE, DAY The Horse Guards photo appears on ALEXEI'S search. KIZLET: I do love London. So many cameras. EXT. LONDON, DAY They drive under Admiralty Arch. EXT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR and CLARA sit at a table at a rooftop café overlooking St Paul's Cathedral. The DOCTOR has the notebook open. CLARA: So if we can travel anywhere in time and space, why did we travel to the morning? What's the point in that? DOCTOR: Whoever's after us spent the whole night looking for us. Are you tired? CLARA: Yes. DOCTOR: Then imagine how they feel. They came the long way round. (types) They've got to be close, definitely London, going by the signal distribution. I can hack the lowest level of their operating system, but I can't establish a physical location, the security's too good. CLARA: Are you an alien? DOCTOR: (leans back) I am, yes. OK with that? CLARA: Fine, yeah. I think I'm fine. DOCTOR: Oh, good. CLARA: So what happens if you do find them? What then? DOCTOR: I don't know. I can't tell the future, I just work there. CLARA: You don't have a plan? DOCTOR: You know what I always say about plans? CLARA: What? DOCTOR: I don't have one. CLARA: People always have plans. (slurps the remains of her drink through a straw) DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, I suppose they do. (closes notebook) So tell me, how long have you been looking after those kids? CLARA: About a year, since their mum died. DOCTOR: OK. But why you? Family friend, I get that, but there must have been others. Why did it have to be you? I mean, you don't you don't really seem like a nanny. CLARA pushes aside her empty glass and reaches for her notebook. CLARA: Gimme! DOCTOR: (puts his hand on the computer and pulls it back) Sorry, what? CLARA: (leans forward) You need to know where they physically are. Their exact location. DOCTOR: Yes. CLARA: I can do it. (grabs notebook and holds it out of his reach) DOCTOR: Oi! I need that! CLARA: You've hacked the lower operating system. I'll have their physical location in under five minutes. Go and get a coffee. DOCTOR: (grabs the notebook as she looks inside the café) If I can't find them, you can't. CLARA: (pulls notebook towards her) They uploaded me, remember. I've got computing stuff in my head. DOCTOR: (pulls notebook towards him) So do I. The DOCTOR and CLARA play tug-of-wr with the notebook as they argue. CLARA: I have insane hacking skills. DOCTOR: I'm from space, and the future, with two hearts and...27 brains. CLARA: And I can find them in under five minutes, plus photographs. 27? DOCTOR: OK, slight exaggeration. CLARA: Coffee - go get. Five minutes, I promise. (grabs notebook from loose hands) DOCTOR: (leans back and checks watch) The security is absolute. CLARA: It's never about the security, it's about the people. (starts typing fast) The DOCTOR sits there for a moment, legs crossed, before reluctantly getting up and heading inside. He stops by the door and looks back at CLARA. CLARA: (looks up) Why do you keep looking at me like that? DOCTOR: Sorry, no, it's nothing. It's just... you're a nanny. Isn't that a bit... Victorian? CLARA: Victorian? DOCTOR: You're young, shouldn't you be doing, you know, young things? (attempts the Twist and a John Travolta impression) With-with-with... young people? CLARA: What, like you, for instance? Down, boy! DOCTOR: (walks towards CLARA, hand out placating) No, no, I didn't... (lowers hand) Shut up! The DOCTOR heads back inside, stops halfway with an affronted gasp before continuing on. CLARA smiles and keeps typing. INT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR walks up to the coffee bar that is loaded with pastries. He picks up a plate holding a chocolate cake and inhales the scent. He sets it down on the counter. DOCTOR: Ooh! Two more cappuccinos over there, please. BARISTA: One moment, sir. The BARISTA, an older man, walks over to the machine to start the process. The DOCTOR, intent on the pastries, misses the electricity crackle and lights flicker. BARISTA: You realise you haven't the slightest chance of saving your little friend? DOCTOR: (pauses, a scone at his mouth) Sorry, what? There is a flash of blue around the BARISTA as he continues. BARISTA: I said one moment, sir. (stops and stares ahead, towel over his arm) I said, there is not the slightest chance you can save your little friend. And don't annoy the old man, he isn't, in fact, speaking. (resumes work) The DOCTOR leans forward as the BARISTA speaks, studying him. A WAITRESS comes up behind the DOCTOR, holding a tray against her body. The DOCTOR turns to her as she starts to speak. WAITRESS: I'm speaking. Just using whatever's to hand. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY KIZLET walks in front of the window of her office, speaking through her tablet. KIZLET: Oh, she's rather pretty, isn't she? Do you like her? WAITRESS: I can make her like you too, if you want. The electricity crackles and the WAITRESS leans away from the DOCTOR who is practically in her face. WAITRESS: You all right, sir? DOCTOR: Um, yes. Yes, fine. (hands the scone to the WAITRESS before running outside) EXT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR comes rushing out of the café and skids to a stop seeing CLARA typing away. DOCTOR: You OK? CLARA: Sure, setting up stuff, need a user name. DOCTOR: Learning fast. CLARA: Clara Oswald for the win! Oswin! The Doctor remembers when he first heard the name. FLASHBACK INT. LIVING QUARTERS OSWIN is sitting in her chair, keyboard on her lap. She watches the DOCTOR through the periscope. OSWIN: Could always call me Oswin, seeing as that's my name. EXT. CAFE, DAY After a moment of hesitation, the DOCTOR goes back inside. INT. CAFE, DAY The WAITRESS comes up to the DOCTOR as soon as he enters. KIZLET speaks through her again. The WAITRESS walks around the DOCTOR. WAITRESS: Now I want you to take a look around. Go on. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY KIZLET: Have a little stroll. And see how impossible your situation is. WAITRESS: Go on. Take a look, I do love showing off. Electricity crackles and the WAITRESS continues working. The DOCTOR looks around, suspicious of everyone. The electricity crackles again and a young GIRL stands up from the table she shared with her family. GIRL: Just let me show you what control of the Wi-Fi can do for one. KIZLET: Stop! GIRL: Stop! Everyone in the café stops in their tracks. You can see blue digital "energy" passing over them. DOCTOR: I saw what you can do last night. GIRL: And clear! The energy dissipates and everyone leaves the room. The DOCTOR shrugs. Energy crackles again and the NEWSREADER on TV speaks as KIZLET. NEWSREADER: We can hack anyone in the Wi-Fi, once they've been exposed long enough. DOCTOR: So there's one of your walking base stations somewhere close. NEWSREADER: There's always... KIZLET: …someone close. We've released thousands into the world. NEWSREADER: They home in on the Wi-Fi like rats sniffing cheese. INT. OFFICE, DAY While the workers are at their computers, the webcams flash individually. MAHLER is walking the floor, checking on everyone's progress. ALEXEI is the first to notice something wrong. ALEXEI: There's something up with the webcams. MAHLER walks over to ALEXEI'S station. EXT. CAFE, DAY The photos of the workers appear on CLARA'S screen and she laughs and keeps working. INT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR strides towards the TV. DOCTOR: I don't know who you are or why you're doing this but the people of this world will not be harmed, they will not be controlled, they will not be... NEWSREADER: The people of this world are in no... CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY KIZLET: …danger whatsoever. My client requires a steady diet of living human minds. Healthy, free range human minds. He loves and cares for humanity. In fact, he can't get enough of it. DOCTOR: It's obscene. It's mrder. NEWSREADER: It's life. KIZLET: The farmer tends his flock like a loving parent. NEWSREADER: The abattoir is not a contradiction. KIZLET: No-one loves cattle more than Burger King. EXT. CAFE, DAY CLARA claps her hands, snaps her fingers and gets back to work sorting through the photos. INT. OFFICE, DAY ALEXEI shares his worry with MAHLER. ALEXEI: I'm sure of it, someone's hacking the webcams. All of them. MAHLER: Everybody check your webcams! ALEXEI: But what would be the point, taking mug-shts of us lot? EXT. CAFE, DAY CLARA finds a face recognition site and uploads all the photos she took. INT. OFFICE, DAY MAHLER realizes what's happening. MAHLER: Who's on Facebook? Different workers raise their hands. EXT. CAFE, DAY CLARA'S search takes her to a number of different social networking sites to find the workers' names. INT. OFFICE, DAY MAHLER: Bebo? Myspace? EXT. CAFE, DAY CLARA'S search is complete. INT. OFFICE, DAY MAHLER: Habbo? Put your hands down if you didn't mention where you work. All hands remain raised. EXT. CAFE, DAY All the sites tell CLARA that the people all work at the Shard. CLARA looks over her shoulder and there's the building in question. INT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR strides towards the TV. DOCTOR: This ends. I am going to the end this today! NEWSREADER: How? You don't even know... CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY KIZLET: …where we are. DOCTOR: Who's doing this? Who is your client? Hmm? Answer me! MAHLER knocks on KIZLET'S door before sticking his head in. MAHLER: Miss Kizlet, we have a problem! EXT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR comes out and walks towards CLARA. CLARA: (sits back) I did it. I really did, I did it. I found them. DOCTOR: (monotone) You found them. CLARA: The Shard. They're in the Shard. Floor 65. DOCTOR: (monotone) Floor 65. CLARA: Are you listening to me, Doctor? I found them! DOCTOR: (monotone) I am listening to you. You found them. CLARA realizes this isn't the DOCTOR, remembering how the GIRL in the house repeated what she said. The DOCTOR'S head spins, revealing him to be a Spoonhead. A beam sht out from the dish. INT. OFFICE, DAY On ALEXEI'S screen, CLARA'S upload completes. KIZLET looks over ALEXEI'S shoulder. ALEXEI: We've got her! This time, we've really got her! KIZLET straightens up with a self-satisfied smile and walks away. EXT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR hurries out to the patio. DOCTOR: Clara! Clara! The DOCTOR stops when he sees his own face staring at him and CLARA slumped unconscious on the table. The head turns around and the DOCTOR can see CLARA in the dish. CLARA: Doctor? Doctor, help me. I don't know where I am. I don't understand. I don't know where I am! Please help me. I don't know where I am! I don't know where I am. Doctor, please, please, help me. I don't know where I am. The DOCTOR steps forward, looks at CLARA at the table and then whips out his sonic screwdriver, using it on the Spoonhead. INT. OFFICE, DAY CLARA is on one of the monitors on the wall. CLARA: Doctor, help me. Help! Help! Please! KIZLET and MAHLER are standing in front of the monitor. MAHLER: Should we pulp her? Or keep her as a hostage? KIZLET: There's no point, she's fully integrated now, she can't be downloaded again. I'm sure he knows that. (walks away from the bank of monitors) ALEXEI: I'm not sure he does. He's coming. KIZLET and MAHLER look at ALEXEI'S screen. EXT. LONDON, WATERLOO BRIDGE, DAY The DOCTOR rides across the bridge on the motorcycle, a determined look on his face. He looks at the Shard before speeding towards his destination. INT. OFFICE, DAY They watch the DOCTOR'S progress as it is captured by the many cameras along his route. MAHLER: We could stop him, I suppose. KIZLET: Why bother? It might be quite funny. EXT. LONDON, STREET, DAY The DOCTOR pulls to a stop across the street from the Shard. A MAN standing there with fish and chips (?) comes to attention as KIZLET speaks through him. MAN: Really, Doctor, a motorbike? It hardly seems like you. DOCTOR: I rode this in the Anti-Grav Olympics, 2074. I came last. MAN: The building is in lock-down. I'm afraid you're not coming in. DOCTOR: Did you even hear the word anti-grav? The DOCTOR slams a red button on the control panel, twists the throttle, and drives towards the Shard. The MAN watches and his head rises as he looks upwards. INT. OFFICE, DAY ALEXEI watches, stunned. ALEXEI: Seriously? He can do that? He can really, actually do that? EXT. LONDON, STREET, DAY MAN: Oh... INT. OFFICE, DAY KIZLET: …dear... EXT. LONDON, STREET, DAY MAN: …Lord. EXT. SHARD, DAY The DOCTOR rides the motorcycle up the side of the building. As he gets close to the 65th floor, he takes out the sonic and uses it. INT. OFFICE, DAY KIZLET, MAHLER and ALEXEI look towards KIZLET'S office as they hear glass shatter. MAHLER: I think that was your office. KIZLET: Excuse me, (buttons and straightens her jacket) I believe it's someone to see me. (heads for her office) INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY KIZLET opens the door to the office to see the DOCTOR'S motorcycle lying on its side on the floor amongst shattered glass. The DOCTOR is sitting at her desk, legs crossed and feet resting on its surface. He is still wearing the helmet. KIZLET: Do come in. DOCTOR: Download her. KIZLET: Sorry about the draft. (motions to smashed window) DOCTOR: Download her back into her body, right now. KIZLET: I can't. DOCTOR: Yes, you can. KIZLET: She's a fully integrated part of the data cloud now. She can't be separated. DOCTOR: Then download the entire cloud. Everyone you've trapped in there. KIZLET: You realise what would happen? DOCTOR: Yes, those still with bodies to go home to would be free. (stands up with arms out wide) KIZLET: A tiny number. Most would simply die. The DOCTOR and KIZLET come face-to-face in front of the window. DOCTOR: They'd be released from a living hell. (checks watch) It's the best you can do for them, (taps KIZLET'S nose) so give the order. KIZLET: And why would I do that? DOCTOR: Because I'm going to motivate you. Any second now. KIZLET: You ridiculous man! Why did you even come here? Whatever for? DOCTOR: I didn't. KIZLET: What? DOCTOR: I'm still in the cafe. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: EXT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR is sitting at the same table sipping a cup of coffee. He has the notebook open. CLARA is unconscious across from him. DOCTOR: I'm finishing my coffee. Lovely spot. KIZLET: What are you talking about? DOCTOR: You hack people. Me? (unclips helmet) DOCTOR: I'm old-fashioned. DOCTOR: (removes helmet) I hack technology. DOCTOR: Here's your motivation! (presses button on the notebook) The head of the DOCTOR on KIZLET'S office spins around, revealing it to be a Spoonhead. KIZLET backs away towards her desk. KIZLET: No. No. No! Not me! Not me! A beam sh*t out from the dish. INT. OFFICE, DAY KIZLET now appears on one of the monitors in the wall. ALEXEI and MAHLER are watching. KIZLET: Put me back! Put me back! Download me at once! That is an order! That is an order! ALEXEI: But she's fully integrated now. We'd have to download the entire cloud. We can't do that. MAHLER: No. We can't. KIZLET: Download me! INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY The DOCTOR Spoonhead picks up KIZLET'S tablet and uses it to increase MAHLER'S obedience. INT. OFFICE, DAY KIZLET: Download me! MAHLER: Do what she says! ALEXEI walks over to his computer and types in a command. The monitors on the wall go blank as the people are downloaded back into their bodies. EXT. CAFE, DAY The DOCTOR closes the notebook as CLARA takes a deep breath but doesn't wake. Standing, the DOCTOR gently lays a hand on her head, stroking her hair, before leaving. CLARA: (wakes) Doctor? (stands and looks around) Doctor! Doctor! INT. OFFICE, DAY MAHLER is yelling at a group of armed soldiers. MAHLER: You have no right to be in this office, and I am demanding that you leave at once! SOLDIER: This building is under UNIT's control. KIZLET watches from her office, the door opened just wide enough for her to see. MAHLER: What is UNIT? I've never heard of you! SOLDIER: I suggest you calm down, sir. INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY KIZLET turns on the monitor in the wall and we see a FACE appear on the screen amongst what looks to be digital connections. The face looks like SIMEON from the last time the DOCTOR met CLARA. KIZLET: UNIT are here, friends of the Doctor, I presume. FACE: Oh, old friends, very old friends. KIZLET: Then I appear to have failed you, Great Intelligence. INTELLIGENCE: I have feasted on many minds, I have grown. But now, it is time for you to reduce. KIZLET: You've been whispering in my ear so long, I'm not sure I remember what I was before. INTELLIGENCE: Goodbye, Miss Kizlet. KIZLET backs away from the wall, looks at her tablet and swipes to the next screen. She presses "RETURN Factory Settings". INT. OFFICE, DAY A high-pitched whine is heard and all the workers grip their heads in agony and bend over in pain. Some even fall to their knees. ALEXEI straightens up. ALEXEI: Sorry, where am I? What am I doing here? Are you soldiers? What's happening? How did I get here? MAHLER: (accent a bit more working class) Excuse me, where are the toilets? ALEXEI: The toilets? MAHLER: I'm here to fix the toilets, the gents. (looks at himself) How long have I been here? INT. KIZLET'S OFFICE, DAY The soldiers enter the office. SOLDIER: Stay where you are! Ma'am, identify yourself! KIZLET is sitting cross-legged on the floor and turns around to face the soldiers. KIZLET: (childlike voice) Where are my mummy and daddy? They said they wouldn't be long. Are they coming back? INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, DAY As the family goes about their day, CLARA takes a book off the kitchen table and as she passes a window, she sees the TARDIS outside. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR is sitting on a set of stairs as there is a knock on the door. DOCTOR: Come in. CLARA: (enters) So. He comes back, does he? The DOCTOR is reading a book. He has on the glasses that used to belong to AMY. DOCTOR: You didn't answer my question. CLARA: What question? DOCTOR: You don't seem like a nanny. CLARA: I was going to travel. I came to stay for a week before I left and during that week... DOCTOR: (closes book) She died, so you're returning the favour. You've got 101 places to see, and you haven't been to any of them, have you? That's why you keep the book. CLARA: I keep the book cos I'm still going. (skips over to the console) DOCTOR: But you don't run out on the people you care about. (takes off glasses) Wish I was more like that. (puts glasses into inner jacket pocket) You know, the thing about a time machine, (swings down to the floor using the railings) you can run away all you like and still be home in time for tea, (slides over to console) so what do you say? Anywhere. All of time and space, right outside those doors. CLARA: (laughs) Does this work? Eh? Is this actually what you do? Do you just crook your finger and people just jump in your snog box and fly away? (walks around the DOCTOR) DOCTOR: It is not a snog box! CLARA: I'll be the judge of that! (crosses arms) DOCTOR: Starting when? (tries to act casual and leans against the console) CLARA: Come back tomorrow, ask me again. DOCTOR: Why? CLARA: Cos tomorrow, I might say yes. Some time after 7.00 OK for you? (heads for the door) DOCTOR: It's a time machine, any time's OK. CLARA: See you then. DOCTOR: Clara? CLARA: (stops at door) Uh-huh? DOCTOR: In your book there was a leaf, why? CLARA: That wasn't a leaf, that was page one. (leaves) DOCTOR: (turns and heads back up the stairs, stopping partway) Right then, Clara Oswald. Time to find out who you are. (runs back to the console and sets the TARDIS in motion)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x06 - The Bells of Saint John"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. STREET, DAY It's a windy fall day. A MAN is strolling down the road, trying to read a map as the wind blows it around in his hands. The DOCTOR peers over his coming book – "The Beano Summer Special, 1981" – and watches the MAN. The MAN walks along the sidewalk, looking around to get his bearings. A leaf blows loose from a tree and covers his face, causing him to stagger into the road in front of an oncoming car. He pulls the leaf from his face and turns around to see the car and he freezes. A WOMAN pulls him out of the way of the car. WOMAN: Oh, my stars. Are you all right? MAN: Yeah. I'm fine. The MAN smiles at the WOMAN who nervously pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. The DOCTOR watches from the bus stop across the street. EXT. STREET, NIGHT The MAN and WOMAN huddle together under an umbrella as thunder rumbles. They run up the stairs to her house. MAN: So I've got something for you. WOMAN: What? The MAN pulls the leaf from his pocket and holds it up. WOMAN: You kept it? MAN: Of course I kept it. WOMAN: Why? MAN: Because this exact leaf had to grow in that exact way in that exact place so that precise wind could tear it from that precise branch and make it fly into this exact face at that exact moment. And if just one of those tiny little things had never happened, I'd never have met you. Which makes this the most important leaf in human history. They kiss. Across the street in the rain, the DOCTOR watches before walking away. INT. NURSERY, DAY The WOMAN looks in on the MAN who is sitting in a chair, holding their sleeping baby girl. INT. PARLOR, DAY The MAN and WOMAN play with their young daughter. INT. BEDROOM, DAY The WOMAN is showing her daughter her favorite book – "101 Places to See" – as they sit on the bed. INT. HALL, DAY The WOMAN swings little CLARA and she kicks a small plastic ball. EXT. PARK, DAY The DOCTOR is ht in the head with a ball as he walks by the family and falls to the ground. WOMAN: Oh, my stars! (runs over) Are you all right? The DOCTOR gets up quickly, hands held in front of him as if to fight off all-comers, martial arts-style. He lowers his hands when he sees the family. The MAN walks over with CLARA. DOCTOR: Fine! Marvellous. Refulgent. Possibly a touch embarrassed. That's not dangerous, is it? WOMAN: What's not? DOCTOR: Embarrassment. WOMAN: Not usually. Not to my knowledge. DOCTOR: Good. Hey, phew! MAN: Mate, I'm so sorry. She wants to be Bryan Robson. DOCTOR: No worries, my fault. No harm done. (bends over) Hello, there. WOMAN: Clara. DOCTOR: Ah. Hello there, Clara. EXT. CEMETARY, DAY Teen CLARA is holding the "101 Places to See" with her name and years written in it. We see that the book belonged to her mother first, Ellie Ravenwood. She closes the book and stands next to her boyfriend(?) at her mother's graveside. "Ellie Oswald - Beloved Wife and Mother – Born 11th September 1960 – Died 5th March 2005". Leaning against a tree some distance from the grave, the DOCTOR watches before turning and walking away. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR leans on the console looking at the monitor bearing a picture of Victorian CLARA. DOCTOR: She's just a girl. How can she be? The picture on the monitor changes to that of OSWIN and her credentials for the "Alaska". DOCTOR: She can't be. The monitor changes to show CLARA in a graduation gown, throwing her cap into the air. DOCTOR: She is. She can't be. (pushes the monitor away and turns around) She's not possible. Matt Smith Jenna-Louise Coleman DOCTOR WHO "The Rings of Akhaten" By Neil Cross PRODUCER Denise Paul DIRECTOR Farren Blackburn INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY CLARA sits on the stairs, holding the book, "101 Places to See", close to her chest. Her finger nervously taps the spine. She hears the TARDIS and smiles. The bell rings and she runs for the door. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR stands by the console smiling and CLARA walks around, full of excitement. CLARA: So we're moving through actual time? (goes to the DOCTOR) So what's it made of? Time? If you can just rotor through it, it must be made of stuff, like jam's made of strawberries. So what's it made of? DOCTOR: Well. Not strawberries. No. No, no, no. That would be unacceptable. The DOCTOR walks around one side of the console and CLARA rushes around the other side. CLARA: And we can go anywhere? DOCTOR: Within reason. Well, I say reason… CLARA: So, we could go backwards in time? DOCTOR: And space. Yes. CLARA: And forwards in time. DOCTOR: And space. Totally. So, where do you want to go, eh? (hurries to the other side of console meeting CLARA) What do you want to see? CLARA: I don't know. You know when someone asks you your favourite book and you forget every book you've read? DOCTOR: No. Totally not. CLARA: Well. That's a thing. That happens. DOCTOR: And? Back to the question. CLARA: OK. So... So... So... (hurries over to the door) So, I'd like to see... I would like to see... What I would like to see is... (turns to face the DOCTOR) something awesome. The DOCTOR puts his hands in the air, snaps his fingers and puts the TARDIS in motion. EXT. SPACE The DOCTOR opens the TARDIS door and ushers CLARA outside. She has her eyes closed. DOCTOR: Can you feel the light on your eyelids? (closes TARDIS door) CLARA: Mm-hm. DOCTOR: That's the light of an alien sun. (positions her) Forward a couple of steps. OK. Are you ready? CLARA: Yes. No. Yes. CLARA slowly opens her eyes. DOCTOR: Welcome to the Rings of Akhaten. They are standing on a large chunk of rock – possible asteroid – that is part of a set of rings circling a large sun. One asteroid is larger and looks to have been settled with what looks like a city. CLARA: It's... DOCTOR: It is. It so completely is. But wait! There's more. CLARA: More what? DOCTOR: Wait, wait, wait. (checks watch) In about five, four, three, two... The asteroids pass and on one is a large pyramid the shines as the light from the sun hits it. CLARA: (awed) What is it? DOCTOR: The Pyramid of the Rings of Akhaten. It's a holy site for the Sun-singers of Akhet. CLARA: The who of what? DOCTOR: Seven worlds orbiting the same star. All of them sharing a belief that life in the universe originated here. On that planet. CLARA: All life? DOCTOR: In the universe. CLARA: Did it? DOCTOR: Well, it's what they believe. It's a nice story. CLARA: Can we see it? Up close? The DOCTOR smiles and holds out his hand. CLARA puts her hand in his and he pulls her towards the TARDIS. EXT. MARKETPLACE, DAY The TARDIS materializes hidden behind some stalls off the main avenue. The DOCTOR hurries out with CLARA'S hand still in his. He is smiling with glee and she stops short when she sees all the alien races. She walks a little ahead of the DOCTOR, eyes darting around in wonder. The DOCTOR is waylaid by vendors. CLARA goes back to the DOCTOR. CLARA: Where are they from? DOCTOR: Oh, you know, the local system mostly. CLARA: What do I call them? DOCTOR: Well, let's see. (points) There go some Panbabylonians. A Lugal-Irra-Kush. Some Lucanians. A Hooloovoo. Ah! Qom VoTivig. (shares greeting with alien) That chap's a Terraberserker of the Kodion Belt. You don't see many of them around anymore. Oh! That's an Ultramancer. You know, I forget how much I like it here, we should come here more often. CLARA: You've been here before? DOCTOR: Yes, I came here a long time ago with my granddaughter. (heads off) CLARA: Hang on. CLARA runs after the DOCTOR and bumps into a tall alien. She stares at it before continuing on. The alien merely shakes its head. CLARA finds the DOCTOR at a booth where he is beaming over glowing blue spheres in a bowl. DOCTOR: Exotic fruit of some description. (scans with sonic) Non-toxic. Non-hallucinogenic. High in free radicals. And low in other stuff, I shouldn't wonder. CLARA takes a bite and shakes her head. DOCTOR: No? CLARA: So, why's everyone here? DOCTOR: (puts an arm around CLARA and walks with her) For the Festival of Offerings. Takes place every thousand years or so, when the rings align. It's quite a big thing, locally. Like Pancake Tuesday. The DOCTOR goes ahead again and CLARA turns around to come face-to-face with an alien that seems to have a dog-like face. CLARA: Whoa! It barks and snarls at CLARA. CLARA: (leans back) Erm, Doctor? The DOCTOR arrives and yaps at the alien. CLARA: What's happening? Why's it angry? DOCTOR: This isn't an it. It's a she. Dor'een, meet Clara. Clara, meet Dor'een. CLARA: Doreen? DOCTOR: Loose translation. She sounds a bit grumpy but she's a total love, actually, aren't you? (tickles DOR'EEN under the chin) Yes, you are. She's just asking if we fancy renting a moped. DOR'EEN backs out of the way to show the moped in question. CLARA barks and DOR'EEN barks in return. CLARA: So, how much does it cost? DOCTOR: Not money. Something valuable. Sentimental value. A photograph, love letter, something like that. That's what's used for currency here. Psychometry. Objects psychically imprinted with their history. The more treasured they are, the more value they hold. CLARA: That's horrible. DOCTOR: Better than using bits of paper. CLARA: Then you pay. DOCTOR: With what? CLARA: You're a thousand years old. You must have something you care about. CLARA looks around. The DOCTOR reaches into his pocket, pulls out the sonic, shakes his head and puts it away before leaving. CLARA laughs, turns around and finds herself alone. DOCTOR: Doctor? (goes looking for him) Doctor? CLARA continues to look for the DOCTOR when a young girl almost runs into her. She is scared. CLARA: Are you okay? The girl runs past CLARA. Two men dressed similarly to the girl come around the corner. MAN: Have you seen her? CLARA: Who? MAN: The Queen of Years. CLARA: Who? The two men continue their search for the girl. CLARA looks around and goes to find the girl herself. INT. WAREHOUSE, DAY CLARA enters the dark, cluttered warehouse cautiously. CLARA: Hello? CLARA takes a few steps toward the center. There is a crashing thud and she spins around with a gasp. She continues on a few steps and gasps when the GIRL steps out from behind some boxes. CLARA: Hey! Are you OK? Are you lost? Terrified, the GIRL runs and CLARA looks for her. The GIRL is hiding behind some boxes and tries to run as CLARA passes her hiding place. She bumps into some furniture and lets out a scream as CLARA turns around. They look at each other, breathing heavily. CLARA smiles and starts to laugh and the GIRL joins in. CLARA: Are you all right? The GIRL nods. CLARA: What are you doing? GIRL: Hiding. CLARA: Oh. Why? GIRL: You don't know me? CLARA: (crosses arms) Sorry, actually not. GIRL: So, why did you follow me? CLARA: To help. You looked lost. (takes a step closer) GIRL: I don't believe you. CLARA: (looks behind her and then whispers) I've got no idea who you might be. I've never been here before, I've never even been anywhere like here before. I just saw a little girl who looked like she needed help. GIRL: Really? CLARA: Really, really. GIRL: Can you help me? CLARA: That's why I'm still here. GIRL: Because I need to hide. The GIRL looks over her shoulder towards the entrance. In a clear area, the air swirls black and three eerie figures materialize. They are dressed in matching black leather with masks over their faces. CREATURE: (breathy) Merry, where are you? CLARA: I know the perfect box. (holds out her hand) CREATURE: Merry, where are you? Merry. Merry. Merry. The creatures move slowly yet menacingly after MERRY and CLARA. EXT. MARKETPLACE, DAY CLARA and MERRY make it outside the warehouse and hide until the way is clear to the TARDIS. CLARA sees someone coming and hides MERRY behind her and whistles until the alien passes. They continue on to the TARDIS. MERRY: What's this? CLARA: A space-shippy thing. Timey, spacey. MERRY: It's teeny. CLARA: You wait! (pulls on door but it won't open) Oh, come on. MERRY: What's wrong? CLARA: (steps back) I don't know. I don't think it likes me. (knocks on door and pulls handles) Come on. Let me in. MERRY sneaks around to the back of the TARDIS without CLARA seeing. CLARA: (sees MERRY is gone) Hey! (looks around side of TARDIS) Hey, little girl! MERRY: (peers around from the back) My name's Merry. MERRY ducks back behind the TARDIS and CLARA follows. She sits down beside the girl, resting her back against the TARDIS. CLARA: So what's happening? Is someone trying to hurt you? MERRY: No. I'm just scared. CLARA: Of what? MERRY: Getting it wrong. CLARA: OK. Can you pretend like I'm totally a space alien and explain? MERRY: I'm Merry Gejelh. CLARA: Really not local. Sorry. MERRY: The Queen of Years? They chose me when I was a baby, the day the last Queen of Years died. CLARA: OK. MERRY: I'm the vessel of our history. I know every chronicle. Every poem. Every legend. Every song. CLARA: Every single one? Blimey. I hated history. MERRY: And now I have to sing a song in front of everyone. A special song. I have to sing it to a aod. And I'm really scared. CLARA: Everyone's scared when they're little. I used to be terrified of getting lost. Used to have nightmares about it. And then I got lost. Blackpool beach, Bank Holiday Monday. About ten billion people. I was about six. My worst nightmare come true. MERRY: What happened? CLARA: The world ended. My heart broke. And then my mum found me. We had fish and chips and she drove me home and she tucked me up and she told me a story. ELLIE: (V.O.) It doesn't matter where you are… FLASHBACK INT. BEDROOM, DAY CLARA is tucked up in bed, the book in her arms. ELLIE sits on the side of the bed. ELLIE: …in the jungle or the desert or on the moon. However lost you may feel, you'll never really be lost. Not really. Because I'll always be here. And I'll always come and find you. Every single time. EXT. MARKETPLACE, DAY ELLIE: (V.O.) Every single time. MERRY: And you were never scared again? CLARA: Oh, I was scared lots of times. But never of being lost. So, this special song. What are you scared of, exactly? MERRY: Getting it wrong. Making Grandfather angry. CLARA: And do you think you'll get it wrong? Because I don't. I don't think you'll get it wrong. I think you, Merry Gejelh, will get it very, very right. MERRY smiles and hugs CLARA. They leave the safety of the TARDIS and head back into the marketplace, CLARA holding MERRY'S hand. The two men looking for MERRY see her and walk towards them. MERRY looks at CLARA who smiles encouragingly. MERRY meets the two men. They place a flower necklace over her and she leaves with them. The DOCTOR arrives eating one of the blue fruits. DOCTOR: What have you been doing? CLARA: Exploring. The DOCTOR shrugs and walks away. CLARA: Where are we going now? (follows) INT. TEMPLE, DAY A PRIEST sings as he kneels in front of the dais. He is dressed in robes similar to MERRY. PRIEST: (sings) Sleep, my precious, sleep A second PRIEST comes to relieve the first and seamlessly takes over the song. PRIEST 2: (sings) Lay down My warrior Now, my king. On the dais we see an alien creature dressed in robes sitting on a throne. It is enclosed in glass. This is AKHATEN. INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT The amphitheatre faces the temple. Two priests escort MERRY to a small pedestal in the center along the ledge. As they walk back the way they came, the DOCTOR and CLARA rush through. He skids to a stop. DOCTOR: Shh! Shh! (climb past others to their seats) Sorry, Sorry, excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me. (sits) CLARA: Sorry. Sorry. (sits) Are we even supposed to be here? DOCTOR: Shh. CLARA: But are we? DOCTOR: Shh! (to alien on other side of CLARA) Sorry. The alien growls. On the pedestal, MERRY looks nervously over to the temple. She turns her head and sees CLARA. She turns back, takes a deep breath and begins to sing. MERRY: (sings) Akhaten… EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The door to the temple slides upwards to open. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The PRIEST continues to kneel and sing. MERRY'S voice overlaps. PRIEST: (sings) Lay down, my king (stands and removes hood) Sleep now eternal (walks towards door) Sleep, my precious king… EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT PRIEST: (sings) Lay down INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT MERRY: Oh, god of Akhaaaten... DOCTOR: They're singing to the AKHATEN in the Temple. They call it the Old God. Sometimes Grandfather. MERRY: (sings) Oh, god of Akhaaaten... CLARA: What are they singing? DOCTOR: The Long Song. A lullaby without end. To feed the old god. Keep him asleep. It's been going for millions of years. Chorister handing over to Chorister. Generation after generation after generation. MERRY: (sings) Akhaten... CLARA looks around as the members of the audience hold out their hands, each containing something valuable to them. MERRY and the PRIEST continue singing. CLARA: What are they doing? DOCTOR: Those are offerings. Gifts of value. Mementoes to feed the Old God. CLARA laughs as the offerings are accepted, disappearing into small bits of golden light. MERRY: (sings) Oh, god of... Oh, god of... Oh god of Akhaaaten... EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT PRIEST: (sings) Sleep, my precious king INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT The audience joins in the song. The DOCTOR tries to join in. DOCTOR: (sings) Lay... CHORUS: (sings) Lay down... MERRY: (sings) Akhaaaten... Oh, god of... Oh, god of... Oh, god of... Oh, god of Akhaten. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The PRIEST finishes and there a low rumbling comes from inside the temple. His look of elation changes to fear. INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT MERRY realizes something is wrong and turns around to face the gathering. They all know something isn't right. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The PRIEST starts to sing in the hopes of putting AKHATEN back to sleep. PRIEST: (sings) Old god, protect us. (kneels and replaces hood) Old god, protect... INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT As everyone looks around, MERRY is wrapped in a force field and lifted from the pedestal. CLARA: OK. What's happening? Is this supposed to happen? MERRY: (flails) Help! CLARA: Is somebody going to do something? Excuse me? Is somebody going to help her? As MERRY is pulled towards the temple, the DOCTOR runs off and CLARA chases after him. EXT. MARKETPLACE, DAY The DOCTOR hurries through the stalls. CLARA follows. CLARA: Why are we walking away? We can't just walk away. This is my fault! I talked her into doing this! DOCTOR: (stops and walks back to CLARA) Listen. There's one thing you need to know about travelling with me... well, one thing apart from the blue box and the two hearts. We don't walk away. (continues on) EXT. SPACE MERRY flails and cries and she is pulled closer to the pyramid. EXT. MARKETPLACE, DAY The DOCTOR arrives at DOR'EEN's stall. He yaps and she barks and growls in response. The DOCTOR pats himself down before going to CLARA. DOCTOR: I need something precious. CLARA: Well, you must have something, all the places you've seen. DOCTOR: This. (pulls sonic from pocket) I don't want to give it away. It comes in handy. CLARA: You're 1,000 years old. And that's it, your spanner? DOCTOR: Screwdriver. CLARA looks down at her right hand and nervously touches a ring on one of her fingers. CLARA: (looks at DOCTOR) It's my Mum's. The DOCTOR says nothing, knowing it's her decision. CLARA takes off the ring and hands it to DOR'EEN. DOR'EEN senses the importance of the ring and accepts it as payment for the moped. The DOCTOR kisses his hand, taps CLARA on the head and goes to the moped. EXT. SPACE The DOCTOR rides the moped towards MERRY. CLARA reaches for MERRY as they get closer. CLARA: Merry! CLARA and MERRY'S hands come close to touching. Their hands graze before MERRY is pulled downwards and into the temple with a scream. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The moped approaches the temple rather quickly. CLARA: Brakes! Brakes! They scream as they come to a stop. CLARA'S arms grip around the DOCTOR'S neck as she has her eyes closed. DOCTOR: OK, time to let go. CLARA: I can't. DOCTOR: Clara, you have to. CLARA: Why? DOCTOR: Because it really hurts. CLARA: Sorry. (lets go) The DOCTOR gets off the moped and goes to the door, using the sonic screwdriver on it. He checks the readings. DOCTOR: Oh, that's interesting. A frequency modulated acoustic lock. The key changes ten million, zillion, squillion times a second. CLARA: Can you open it? DOCTOR: Technically, no. In reality, also no. But still...let's give it a sab. The DOCTOR makes a run for the door. CLARA squeals as she covers her eyes. All the DOCTOR gets for his troubles is a sore shoulder. He uses the sonic again. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT MERRY sits up on the floor. The PRIEST is still singing. MERRY looks over her shoulder at him. PRIEST: (sings) Don't ever wake from slumber. Old god, never wake from slumber... EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The DOCTOR pounds on the door. CLARA: How can they just stand there and watch? DOCTOR: Because this is sacred ground. (uses sonic) CLARA: And she's a child. DOCTOR: And he's a god. (backs away from door to CLARA) Well, he is to them, anyway. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT MERRY walks forward cautiously to look at the AKHATEN on the throne. PRIEST: (sings) Do not wake from slumber Old god, do not wake from slumber Rest your weary, holy head and cast our lives asunder Do not wake from slumber... MERRY: (looks back at PRIEST) I don't know what to do next. (looks to AKHATEN) What happens? The AKHATEN's eyes glow red and MERRY screams. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA and the DOCTOR rush the door. The DOCTOR uses the sonic again. CLARA: Merry! Merry, hold on! We'll be there soon! Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Oh! Hello! CLARA: Hello what? DOCTOR: The sonic's locked on to the acoustic tumblers. CLARA: Meaning? DOCTOR: Meaning, I get to do this. The DOCTOR aims the sonic at the base of the door and it slowly rises. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT MERRY turns around as the door opens. The DOCTOR stands underneath, keeping it open with the sonic. DOCTOR: Hello there. I'm the Doctor. And you've met Clara. She was supposed to be having a nice day out. (turns off sonic) Still, it's early yet. (door starts to close and uses sonic again) Are you coming, then? Did I mention that the door is immensely heavy? MERRY: Leave. You'll wake him! DOCTOR: Really quite extraordinarily heavy. Clara? (the DOCTOR is forced down on one knee) CLARA: Uh-huh? CLARA scoots past the DOCTOR and into the temple. She makes her way by the singing PRIEST to MERRY. CLARA: Merry, we need to leave. MERRY: No. Go away! CLARA: Not without you. MERRY: You said I wouldn't get it wrong and then I got it wrong! And now this has happened. Look what's happened! CLARA: You didn't get it wrong. The DOCTOR groans under the strain of keeping the door open. MERRY: How do you know? You don't know anything! You have to go! Go now! Or he'll eat us all. CLARA: Well, he's ugly. But, you know, to be honest... (steps on the dais and looks at the mummy before turning to MERRY) I don't think he looks big enough. MERRY: Not our meat. Our souls. CLARA reaches a hand out to MERRY. MERRY puts her hands to her head and releases a telekinetic force, pinning CLARA to the case. MERRY: He doesn't want you, he wants me. If you don't leave, he'll eat you all up too. DOCTOR: Yes and you don't want that, do you? You want us to walk out of this really quite astonishingly heavy door and never come back. MERRY: Yes. DOCTOR: I see. Right. Clara's right. Absolutely never going to happen. Oooh-ooh-ooh. The DOCTOR turns off the sonic and rolls on the floor into the temple. He reaches back to grab the sonic where it fell on the floor before the door closes. He stands. CLARA: Did you just lock us in? DOCTOR: Yep. CLARA: With the soul-eating monster. DOCTOR: Yep. CLARA: And is there actually a way to get out? DOCTOR: (walks forward) What? Before it eats our souls? CLARA: Ideally, yes. DOCTOR: Possibly. Probably. There usually seems to be. (looks at the PRIEST) CLARA: Doctor, why is he still singing? PRIEST: (sings) ..rest your weary, holy head... DOCTOR: (kneels in front of PRIEST) He's trying to sing the Old God back to sleep. It's not going to happen. He's waking up, mate. He coming, ready or not. You want to run. PRIEST: (sings) ..holy head and… (breathes heavily) DOCTOR: That's it, then? Song's over? PRIEST: The song is over. (stands) My name is Chorister Rezh Baphix, and the Long Song ended with me. The PRIEST pushes up his sleeve to show a bracelet. He presses a button and he dissipates into the air. DOCTOR: That's it, then! Song's over! The DOCTOR turns around and uses the sonic on AKHATEN. AKHATEN roars and leans forward on the throne. DOCTOR: Ha-ha! (rushes up to cage and presses against the glass) Look at that. MERRY: (stands in the middle of the room) You've woken him! AKHATEN is up from his throne and pounding against the glass behind CLARA who still can't move. CLARA: It's awake? What's it doing? DOCTOR: (walks around cage) Oh, you know, having a nice stretch. No, we didn't wake him. (points at MERRY) And you didn't wake him, either. He's waking because it's his time to wake. And feed. On you, apparently. On your stories. CLARA: She didn't say stories, she said souls. DOCTOR: Same thing. The soul's made of stories, not atoms. Everything that ever happened to us. People we love. People we lost. People we found again, against all the odds. He thrat to wake, they offer him a pure soul. The soul of the Queen of Years. As the DOCTOR talks, AKHATEN presses his face up to the glass by the DOCTOR, raging against his imprisonment and his inability to reach them. CLARA: (whispers) Stop it. You're scaring her. DOCTOR: Good. She should be scared! She's sacrificing herself. She should know what that means. (walks over to MERRY) Do you know what it means, Merry? MERRY: A god chose me. DOCTOR: It's not a god! It'll feed on your soul, but that doesn't make it a god. It is a vampire (points at AKHATEN) and you don't need to give yourself to it. Hey, do you mind if I tell you a story? (leans over) One you might not have heard? All the elements in your body were forged many, many millions of years ago, in the heart of a far away star that exploded and died. (kneels) That explsin scattered those elements across the desolations of deep space. After so, so many millions of years, these elements came together to form new stars and new planets. And on and on it went. The elements came together and burst apart, (stands) forming shoes and ships and sealing-wax and cabbages and kings. (stands behind MERRY and puts his hands on her shoulders) Until eventually, they came together to make you. You're unique in the universe. There is only one Merry Gejelh. And there will never be another. (walks forward with MERRY) Getting rid of that existence isn't a sacrifice. It is a waste. MERRY: So, if I don't, then everyone else... DOCTOR: Will be fine. As MERRY looks over at AKHATEN, the creature pounds on the glass with both hands. MERRY: How? DOCTOR: There's always a way. MERRY: You promise? DOCTOR: (moves his hands over his chest) Cross my hearts. The DOCTOR holds out his hand for MERRY. She takes it and grips it tight. She then turns and faces CLARA, releasing the field holding her in place. AKHATEN slams the glass behind CLARA and it cracks. She hurries down to the DOCTOR and MERRY. CLARA: Having a nice stretch?! The three of them head for the door but stop when they sense a change in the air. The ground begins to shake. CLARA: Something's coming. What's coming? MERRY: (scared) The Vigil. DOCTOR: And what's the Vigil? MERRY: If the Queen of Years is unwilling to be feasted upon... DOCTOR: Yes? MERRY: ..it's their job to feed her to Grandfather. Appearing in front of the dais are the same creatures that searched for MERRY in the warehouse. The DOCTOR takes out the sonic. MERRY: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! The Vigil advances on them. CLARA: Don't you dare. DOCTOR: Yeah, stay back. I'm armed. With a screwdriver. One of the Vigil bellows and the force of it knocks the sonic screwdriver from the DOCTOR'S hands and over to the floor by the wall. It bellows again and the DOCTOR is flipped over in the air, landing on his back. A second one sends CLARA back against the wall. MERRY tries to hide as the Vigil continues to advance. AKHATEN roars in his prison. MERRY is brought forward by the Vigil. CLARA and the DOCTOR slowly come to. Terrified, MERRY walks up the steps to stand in front of the cage. DOCTOR: Clara. Sonic. CLARA scrambles over to the sonic, picks it up and tosses it to the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR turns and aims it at the Vigil. The Vigil hold up their hands to create a force field. While they are blocking the energy from the sonic, MERRY runs over to CLARA. The DOCTOR advances on the Vigil, groaning. CLARA: (to MERRY) You know all the stories. You must know if there's another way out. MERRY: There's the tale. A secret song. "The Thief of the Temple and the Nimmer's Door". CLARA: And the secret songs open the secret door? How does it go? Can you sing it? MERRY: (sings) Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah-ah-ah. A side door slides open. The DOCTOR forces the Vigil to take a few steps back. DOCTOR: Go! CLARA and MERRY run for the open door. The DOCTOR pushes the Vigil back further and he makes his way closer to the door. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA and MERRY hurry outside to the moped. CLARA hears AKHATEN roar and runs back to the door to look inside. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The field created by the sonic dissipates as the DOCTOR turns off the sonic. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA: Doctor! The DOCTOR joins them outside. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT AKHATEN roars. The Vigil walk towards the door. VIGIL: (breathy) Where are you? Where are you? EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the door. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT AKHATEN roars and slams his fist against the glass, breaking it. He roars in exaltation. He is bathed in light. EXT. SPACE A beam of light sht from the top of the pyramid to the sun. VIGIL: (V.O.) Where are you? Where are you? EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA has her arms about MERRY. The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the Vigil. The creatures disappear. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT AKHATEN is slumped on the throne. EXT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA: Where did they go? DOCTOR: Grandfather's awake. They're of no function any more. CLARA: Well, you could sound happier about it. There is a distant explsin. DOCTOR: Actually, I think I may have made a tactical boo-boo. More of a semantics mix-up, really. CLARA: What boo-boo? DOCTOR: I thought the Old God was Grandfather but he wasn't. It was just the Grandfather's alarm clock. CLARA: Sorry, a bit lost. Who's the Old God? Is there an Old God? DOCTOR: Unfortunately, yes. They look up to the sun in the sky as it burns brighter, almost expanding. CLARA: Oh, my stars. What do we do? DOCTOR: Against that? I don't know. Do you know? I don't know. Any ideas? MERRY: But you promised! You promised! DOCTOR: I did. I did promise. (paces) MERRY: He'll eat us all. He'll spread across the system, consuming the Seven Worlds. And when there's no more to eat, he'll embark on a new odyssey among the stars. The gases on the sun whirl and burn, seeming to expand further. CLARA: I say leg it. DOCTOR: (looks at CLARA) Leg it where, exactly? CLARA: (looks at DOCTOR) Don't know. Lake District? DOCTOR: Oh, the Lake District's lovely. Let's definitely go there. We can eat scones. They do great scones in 19...27. (looks up at the sun) CLARA: (looks at sun) You're going to fight it, aren't you? DOCTOR: Regrettably, yes. I think I may be about to do that. CLARA: It's really big. DOCTOR: I've seen bigger. CLARA: (looks at DOCTOR) Really? DOCTOR: Are you joking? It's massive. CLARA: I'm staying with you. DOCTOR: No, you're not. CLARA: Yes, I am. I can... assist. DOCTOR: No, you can't. CLARA: What about that stuff you said? "We don't walk away." DOCTOR: No. We don't walk away. But when we're holding on to something precious, we run. We run and run as fast as we can and we don't stop running until we're out from under the shadow. Now, off you pop. Take the moped. (straightens tie) I'll walk. (heads for door) INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The DOCTOR enters the temple and looks across to the sun that now appears to have a face. DOCTOR: (to himself) Any ideas? No, didn't think so. Righty-ho, then. INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT CLARA lands the moped and helps MERRY off. Holding hands, they look towards the temple and the sun. Everyone in the amphitheatre knows there is something momentous happening. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT DOCTOR: (whispers) Lordy. INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT MERRY: Isn't he frightened? CLARA: I think he is. I think he's very frightened. MERRY: I want to help. CLARA: So do I. MERRY steps onto the pedestal. She looks back at CLARA before facing the temple then starts to sing. MERRY: (sings) Rest now My warrior... INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The DOCTOR smiles when he hears the singing. DOCTOR: OK, then. That's what I'll do. I'll tell you a story. INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT MERRY: (sings) Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh... Way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Wake up… The crowd joins in. CHORUS: (sings) Wake up… MERRY: (sings) And let the cloak of life cling to your bones... CLARA looks around and smiles. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The DOCTOR points towards the other planet with the amphitheatre. DOCTOR: Can you hear them? All these people who've lived in terror of you and your judgment? All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves. Sacrificed themselves. To you. Can you hear them singing? INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT MERRY: (sings) Way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Wake up... INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT We hear MERRY and the others singing as the DOCTOR talks with the Old God. DOCTOR: You like to think you're a god. But you're not a god. You're just a parasite eaten out with jealousy and envy and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them. On the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow. So... come on, then. Take mine. Take my memories. But I hope you've got a big appetite. Because I've lived a long life and I've seen a few things. The Old God sht tendrils of light at the DOCTOR, sucking away his life and memories. INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT MERRY: (sings) Wake up And let the cloak Of life cling to your bones... DOCTOR: (V.O.) I walked away from the Last Great Time wr. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT DOCTOR: I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I've walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I've watched universes freeze and creations burn. I've seen things you wouldn't believe. I've lost things you'll never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told. Knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze. (spreads arms out) So come on then! Take it! Take it all, baby! Have it! You have it all! The sun grows darker. The DOCTOR hangs his head. INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT MERRY: (sings) Wake up Wake u-u-u-up. MERRY finishes singing and smiles. Everyone looks towards the sky and watches, waiting. There is a large explsin and the sun expands, growing brighter. CLARA thinks of the DOCTOR, there, alone. FLASHBACK INT. BEDROOM, DAY ELLIE: And I'll always come and find you. Every single time. EXT. MARKETPLACE, DAY DOCTOR: We don't walk away. INT. AMPHITHEATRE, NIGHT CLARA rushes away. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT The DOCTOR falls to his knees. EXT. SPACE CLARA races the moped back to the temple. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA runs into the temple carrying her book. The DOCTOR looks up at her. Taking courage from him, CLARA hugs the book and faces the Old God. CLARA: Still hungry? (opens book) Well, I brought something for you. This. (holds the leaf in her palm) The most important leaf in human history. FLASHBACK EXT. STREET, DAY The MAN walks along the sidewalk, looking around to get his bearings. A leaf blows loose from a tree and covers his face. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA: The most important leaf in human history. It's full of stories, full of history. FLASHBACK EXT. PARK, DAY CLARA swings on her parents' arms as they lift her. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA: And full of a future that never got lived. Days that should have been that never were. FLASHBACK EXT. CEMETARY, DAY We see ELLIE'S gravestone. CLARA: (V.O.) Passed on to me. CLARA turns and sees the DOCTOR as he walks away. INT. TEMPLE, NIGHT CLARA: (holds up leaf) This leaf isn't just the past, it's a whole future that never happened. There are billions and millions of unlived days for every day we live. An infinity. All the days that never came. And these are all my mum's. The Old God sends tendrils to the leaf and begins absorbing it. DOCTOR: (stands) Well, come on then. Eat up. Are you full? I expect so because there's quite a difference, isn't there, between what was and what should have been? There's an awful lot of one, but there's an infinity of the other. And infinity's too much. Even for your appetite. The leaf is gone. CLARA and the DOCTOR look at each other. The sun implodes, leaving them in darkness. EXT. MAITLAND HOUSE, DAY The TARDIS materializes in the front drive. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR is at the console. CLARA heads for the door. DOCTOR: Home again, home again, jiggity-jig! CLARA: (opens door) It looks different. DOCTOR: Nope. Same house. Same city. Same planet. Same day, actually. Not bad. (swings a pretend golf club) Hole in one! CLARA closes the door and takes a few steps inside. CLARA: You were there. At Mum's grave. You were watching. What were you doing there? DOCTOR: (fidgets with controls) I don't know. I was just... making sure. CLARA: Of what? DOCTOR: (walks to CLARA) You remind me of someone. CLARA: Who? DOCTOR: Someone who died. CLARA: Well, whoever she was, I'm not her, OK? If you want me to travel with you, that's fine. But as me. Not a bargain basement stand-in for someone else. I not going to compete with a ghost. DOCTOR: (shakes head) No. (reaches into pocket and pulls out her ring) They wanted you to have it. CLARA: Who did? DOCTOR: Everyone. All the people you saved. CLARA takes the ring, kisses it and slips it onto her finger. DOCTOR: You. No-one else. Clara. CLARA smiles before opening the door and stepping outside. The DOCTOR watches from the doorway before closing the door.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x07 - The Rings of Akhaten"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. NORTH POLE, DAY, 1983 The camera zooms over the ice floes before diving into the water. EXT. SEA A large submarine makes its way through the waters. We hear RADAR pinging. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM The crew seems to be moving in a type of controlled chaos. Everyone knows their job, but there is a sense of urgency. MAN: (over radio) Signal is genuine. Signal is genuine. Zero bravo... The CAPTAIN and his lieutenant, STEPASHIN, insert their keys into the slots on the control panel. EXT. SEA Two bays open exposing nuclear mssile. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM The CAPTAIN delivers orders over the radio. CAPTAIN: Prepare to launch nuclear wapon. CREWMAN: Aye, sir. MAN: (over radio) Moscow confirming launch sequence. CAPTAIN: (readies hand over the launch button) The Firebird stands ready to serve. STEPASHIN: For the motherland. CAPTAIN: For the motherland. (rests thumb above button, about to push) A voice comes through singing along with "Vienna" by Ultravox as if learning the words. An older MAN comes through the hatch listening to a Walkman. MAN: (sings) This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna. The CAPTAIN and STEPASHIN look at him. MAN: Have I interrupted something? CAPTAIN: We were about to blow up the world, Professor. PROFESSOR: Again? (puts a hand on the Walkman) Ultravox! I bloody love 'em. Got a friend who sends me the tapes. The CAPTAIN walks over to the radio microphone. CAPTAIN: This is the captain. Drill abandoned. All hands, stand down. Repeat - drill abandoned. STEPASHIN: With respect, sir, we must run it again. CAPTAIN: Tomorrow. STEPASHIN: Comrade Captain, the NATO exercises... CAPTAIN: Sabre-rattling. STEPASHIN: I don't think so. CAPTAIN: Oh, you don't think so? STEPASHIN: Sir, American aggression gets more intolerable by the day. We must run the drill again! CAPTAIN: Tomorrow. STEPASHIN leaves. CAPTAIN: (to PROFESSOR) Did you have your specimen stowed ok? PROFESSOR: Yeah, Piotr's looking after it. CAPTAIN: Well, at least we have something to show for our little hunting expedition. What is it? A mammoth? PROFESSOR: Probably. INT. SUBMARINE, HOLD A large block of ice sits in the hold. A dark figure can be seen within. PIOTR, a young crewman, stands beside it, a lighter in his hand. PIOTR: What are you, Milaya Moya? Professor wants you thawed out back in Moscow, but... Life's too short to wait. PIOTR lights a blowtorch and uses it on the ice. The ice starts to melt and PIOTR can hear a rumbling and cracking. Something seems to move inside. A hand breaks through the ice, grabbing PIOTR by the throat. The creature growls ferociously. Matt Smith Jenna-Louise Coleman DOCTOR WHO "Cold wr" By Mark Gatiss PRODUCER Denise Paul DIRECTOR Douglas Mackinnon INT. SUBMARINE The creature is free and starts klling the crew as they get in his way. It fires a wapon and, in the enclosed space, breaches the integrity of the hull, causing water to enter. CREWMAN: Ah! Get away! Alarm! Alarm! INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM Water has found its way to the bridge. The crew fights to maintain control of the submarine. The alarm blares. STEPASHIN: Hold the bridge, port side! CAPTAIN: Evasive manoeuvres! ONEGIN monitors their descent. ONEGIN: Descending to 200 metres. CREWMAN: (over radio) We're under attck! ONEGIN: 210! The hull creaks against the pressure as they fall deeper. CAPTAIN: Bring her up, bring her up! ONEGIN: It's no good, sir! The TARDIS chooses this moment to materialize. DOCTOR: (opens door wearing sunglasses) Viva Las Vegas! The submarine tilts causing the DOCTOR to fall towards one of the control panels. CLARA, wearing a short dress, falls beside him with a scream. STEPASHIN: Intruder on the bridge! CAPTAIN: Who the hell are you? The DOCTOR puts the sunglasses in his pocket. CLARA: Not Vegas then! DOCTOR: No. No, this is much better! (pushes wer hair away from his face) CLARA: A sinking submarine? DOCTOR: A sinking Soviet submarine! STEPASHIN: Break out side arms! Restrain them! ONEGIN: 410. 420! Turbines still not responding! CAPTAIN: They've got to! DOCTOR: (uses the sonic) Ah! Sideways momentum! You've still got sideways momentum! CAPTAIN: What? DOCTOR: Your propellers work independently of the main turbines. You can't stop her going down but you can manoeuvre the sub laterally! Do it! STEPASHIN: Get these people off the bridge now! Two crewmen grab the DOCTOR'S arms. CLARA: Just listen to him, for God's sake! DOCTOR: Geographical anomaly to starboard - probably an underwater ridge. CAPTAIN: How do you know this? DOCTOR: Look, we have just a chance to stop the descent if we settle on it. Do it! ONEGIN: 600 metres, sir. 610... DOCTOR: Or this thing is going to implode! CAPTAIN: Lateral thrust to starboard - all propellers! ONEGIN: Sir? CAPTAIN: Now! STEPASHIN: You're going to let this madman give the orders? CAPTAIN: Lateral thrust! ONEGIN: Aye, sir! The DOCTOR has the sonic out again. ONEGIN: 660...680... EXT. SEA The submarine crashes onto the ridge. It slides a little before coming to a halt. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM Everyone breathes a little easier now that the submarine has come to a halt. The DOCTOR puts his sunglasses back on. ONEGIN: Descent arrested at...700 metres. CAPTAIN: It seems we owe you our lives - whoever you are. DOCTOR: I'll hold you to that. Might come in handy! STEPASHIN: Search them. Yes, I know, it's a woman. Now search them! The crewmen push the DOCTOR and CLARA back against a pole in the middle of the bridge. DOCTOR: Eh? Ooh! CLARA: Are we going to be ok? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. CLARA: Is that a lie? DOCTOR: Possibly. Very dangerous time, Clara. East and west standing on the brink of nuclear oblivion. Lots of itchy fingers on the button. CLARA: Isn't it always like that? DOCTOR: Sort of. But there are flash points and this is one - hair, shoulder pads, nukes. It's the '80s. Everything's bigger! As the DOCTOR speaks, his pockets are searched. Some of the items taken are a Barbie doll, a ball of twine, and the sonic screwdriver. DOCTOR: I'd like a receipt, please. (makes a grab for the sonic) CAPTAIN: (takes sonic) What is this? The sub creaks and tilts. CLARA falls away from the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: Clara! CLARA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Clara! To the DOCTOR'S right, the TARDIS starts dematerializing. DOCTOR: No, no, no, no! No, not now! CLARA falls under the water and the last thing she sees is the glowing sonic screwdriver. LATER CLARA comes to slowly to the muffled voices of the DOCTOR and the CAPTAIN arguing. One of the officers has given her the jacket from his uniform. DOCTOR: Captain, we didn't know the type of your ship out here... CAPTAIN: Yeah, well, that's till the rescue ship comes. DOCTOR: If it comes! CAPTAIN: Oh, the sinking is just a coincidence, is it? Who are you? CLARA stands as the CAPTAIN pushes the DOCTOR against the wall. DOCTOR: All right, Captain, all right. You know what? Just this once, no dissembling, no psychic paper, no pretending to be an Earth ambassador. Doctor - me and Clara, time travellers. Clara, you ok? CLARA: Think so. CAPTAIN: Time travellers? DOCTOR: We arrived here out of thin air! You saw it happen! PROFESSOR: I didn't. DOCTOR: Your problem, mate, not mine! CLARA: We were sinking... DOCTOR: Yes. CLARA: What happened? DOCTOR: We sank. CLARA: No, what happened to the TARDIS, I mean? DOCTOR: Never mind that. Listen... Captain, breath's precious down here. Let's not waste it, eh? CAPTAIN: You're right, maybe I can save a little oxygen by having you both sht? CLARA: (walks forward) What does it matter how we arrived? The important thing is to get... The DOCTOR points at CLARA while watching the CAPTAIN. He doesn't hear the growling and doesn't see everyone else look stunned. CLARA: …out. DOCTOR: Exactly! Number one priority, not suffocating! (pats the CAPTAIN'S chest) The CAPTAIN sees what's behind the DOCTOR and backs away, releasing his hold on him. DOCTOR: Eh? Ah, oh, thank you! Finally, seeing sense! Now, what sort of state is the sub in? The DOCTOR turns to face everyone and we see the creature standing behind him. It is large and covered in some sort of armour. CLARA: Doctor! DOCTOR: What about the radio? Can we send a... CLARA: Doctor! DOCTOR: What?! Behind him, the creature hisses. DOCTOR: What is that? Gas? Could be gas! The DOCTOR finally sees everyone staring behind him and slowly turns around to see the creature. The creature growls again. DOCTOR: (nervously smiles and backs away) Ah... The creature takes a few steps forward. DOCTOR: It never rains but it pours. PROFESSOR: We were drilling for oil in the ice. I thought I'd found a mammoth. DOCTOR: It's not a mammoth. PROFESSOR: No. CLARA: (comes to stand by the DOCTOR) What is it, then? DOCTOR: It's an Ice Warrior. A native of the planet Mars. And we go way back. Way back. CAPTAIN: A Martian? You can't be serious. DOCTOR: I'm always serious. With days off. CLARA: (whispers) Doctor! DOCTOR: (whispers) Just keeping it light, Clara, they're scared. CLARA: They're scared? I'm scared! One of the officers comes up behind CLARA and aims his gn at the Ice Warrior. The Ice Warrior in turn lifts his arm containing his wapon. DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no, no! Please, please, wait! Just... there's no need for this! Just hear me out! You're confused, disorientated - of course you are. You've been lying dormant in the ice for, for how long? (snaps fingers) How long, Professor? PROFESSOR: By my reckoning, 5,000 years. DOCTOR: 5,000 years? That's a hell of a nap. Can't blame you if you've got out of the wrong side of bed. Nobody here wants to hurt you. (pushes down officer's gn) Please, just, why don't you tell us your name? CAPTAIN: What're you talking about? It has a name? DOCTOR: Of course it has a name - and a rank. This is a soldier. And it deserves our respect. CAPTAIN: This is madness. That is a monster! ICE WARRIOR: Skaldak. The DOCTOR points at SKALDAK and he turns to look at the CAPTAIN. He quickly turns back to SKALDAK, upset by what he's heard. He takes a couple of steps forward. DOCTOR: What did you say? SKALDAK: I am Grand Marshal Skaldak. DOCTOR: (briefly closes eyes) Oh, no. SKALDAK growls and shudders as electricity courses through him. He turns around to face his attacker. It is STEPASHIN. DOCTOR: You idiot! SKALDAK falls to the floor, unconscious. DOCTOR: You... idiot! Grand Marshal Skaldak. CLARA: You... know him? DOCTOR: Sovereign of the Tharsisian caste, vanquisher of the Phobos heresy. The greatest hero the proud Martian race has ever produced. CAPTAIN: So what do we do now? DOCTOR: Lock... him... up! INT. SUBMARINE, TORPEDO ROOM SKALDAK growls as he is chained to pipes running along the wall. He turns to ONEGIN. SKALDAK: Is it true? ONEGIN: True? SKALDAK: I slept for 5,000 years? ONEGIN: Er, that's what the Professor says. SKALDAK: 5,000 years! SKALDAK bows his head, ONEGIN and the other crewmembers leave. INT. SUBMARINE, COMMUNICATIONS The DOCTOR and CLARA are standing before the CAPTAIN. STEPASHIN and the PROFESSOR are there as well. DOCTOR: The Ice Warriors have a different creed, Clara. A different code. By his own standards, Skaldak is a hero. It was said his enemies honoured him so much they'd carve his name into their own flesh before they died. CLARA: Oh, yeah, very nice. He sounds lovely. CAPTAIN: An Ice Warrior? Explain. DOCTOR: There isn't time! CAPTAIN: Try me. DOCTOR: Martian reptile known as the Ice Warrior. When Mars turned cold they had to adapt. They're bio-mechanoid - cyborgs. Built survival armour so they could exist in the freezing cold of their home world, but an increase in temperature and the armour goes haywire. CLARA: Like with the cattle prod thing? DOCTOR: Like that cattle prod thing. Bit of a design flaw, I've always wondered why they never sorted it. Oh, look. You've got me telling you about them and I said there wasn't time! CLARA: Is he that dangerous? DOCTOR: This one is. INT. SUBMARINE, TORPEDO ROOM SKALDAK growls. SKALDAK: Find me, my brothers, if you are still out there. Find me. SKALDAK activates a transmitter in his armor. INT. SUBMARINE, COMMUNICATIONS The beeping from the transmitter can be heard through the PROFESSOR'S Walkman headphones. He slips them on his head. The DOCTOR notices. STEPASHIN: Why are we listening to this nonsense, Captain? These people are clearly enemy agents. CLARA: Eh? STEPASHIN: Spies, captain! CLARA: Pretty bad spies, mate. I don't even speak Russian! The DOCTOR tries to shush her but fails. STEPASHIN looks at her. STEPASHIN: What? CLARA: I don't... Am I speaking Russian? How come I'm speaking Russian? DOCTOR: Now? We have to do this now? CLARA: Are they speaking Russian? DOCTOR: Seriously? Now?! It's the TARDIS translation matrix. STEPASHIN: (turns back to the CAPTAIN) In my opinion, Comrade Captain, this creature is a Western wapon. CLARA: Are they? DOCTOR: Yes! They're Russians! CAPTAIN: A wapon? STEPASHIN: Survival suit. What is the alternative? The little green man from Mars? PROFESSOR: Correction. It's a big green man from Mars. The CAPTAIN chuckles. STEPASHIN: I do not appreciate your levity, Professor. PROFESSOR: Why does that not surprise me? Maybe they're telling the truth. STEPASHIN: The truth? PROFESSOR: Yes. A revolutionary concept, I know. STEPASHIN: It's essential that we inform Moscow of what we have found! CAPTAIN: The radio's out of action, in case you hadn't noticed, Stepashin. STEPASHIN: They have our last position. They will find us. When they do... CAPTAIN: Yes? STEPASHIN: Well, the cold wr won't stay cold forever, Captain. CAPTAIN: For God's sake, Stepashin, you're like a stuck record! We have other priorities right now. I want you back on repairs immediately, we need to keep this ship alive. Dismissed. STEPASHIN stands in front of the DOCTOR and stares him down. STEPASHIN: Sir...? CAPTAIN: (stands) Dismissed, Stepashin! STEPASHIN leaves the room, brushing past CLARA as he goes. The DOCTOR steps forward to stand face-to-face with the CAPTAIN. He brushes imaginary lint from the CAPTAIN'S uniform. DOCTOR: All we needed to do was let Skaldak go and he'd have forgotten us. But you've attcked him. You declared wr. "Harm one of us and you harm us all." That's the ancient Martian code. The beeping can be heard over the headphones. DOCTOR: You hear that? Skaldak's sent out a distress call. He'll bring down the fires of hell just for laying a glove on him! CAPTAIN: Unless you talk to it? DOCTOR: I'm the only one who can. CAPTAIN: No. Out of the question. We're not losing you. I'll do it. DOCTOR: What? CAPTAIN: You can talk to it through me. DOCTOR: Skaldak won't talk to you! You're an enemy soldier! CAPTAIN: How would he know that? DOCTOR: A soldier knows another soldier. He'll smell it on you! Smell it on you a mile off. CAPTAIN: And he wouldn't smell it on you, Doctor? DOCTOR: Just let me in there before it's too late. It can't be you or any of your men. CAPTAIN: Well, it can't be you. CLARA clears her throat. The DOCTOR and the CAPTAIN turn to face her. CLARA: Well, there really is only one choice, isn't there? I don't smell of anything... To my knowledge. DOCTOR: You? No! No! No way. You're not going in there alone, Clara. Absolutely not! No, no. Never! INT. SUBMARINE, TORPEDO ROOM CLARA opens the hatch to the torpedo room. She is has a headset with a microphone around her neck. She peers in and sees SKALDAK standing still. She steps inside, closes the door and puts on the headset. She inches into the room and picks up one of the lamps. She turns it on, looks up and smiles. CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: INT. SUBMARINE, COMMUNICATIONS The CAPTAIN is sitting in front of the microphone and screen. The DOCTOR walks up behind him. DOCTOR: With your permission? CAPTAIN: (stands) Be my guest. The DOCTOR sits and taps the microphone. DOCTOR: Ready, Clara? CLARA: Yeah. DOCTOR: (over headset) Ok. CLARA: Grand Marshal Skaldak. DOCTOR: The salute. (over radio) Do the salute like I showed you. CLARA puts the lamp between her legs and salutes SKALDAK by putting her right fist to her chest. SKALDAK hisses. She picks up the lamp again. CLARA: Ok? DOCTOR: Good. Good. Now, like we rehearsed. "Sovereign of the Tharsisian caste..." CLARA: "Sovereign of the Tharsisian caste. By the moons, I honour thee." DOCTOR: (over radio) Good. It's ok, Clara. Go closer. CLARA walks slowly towards SKALDAK. CLARA: Grand Marshal, I'm... We're sorry about this. DOCTOR: It's not what you deserve. CLARA: (over radio) It isn't what you deserve. The power goes out through the sub. CLARA: Oh! Oh, great. DOCTOR: Hey, it's ok, Clara. Keep going. CLARA puts down the now-dad lamp and turns on a flashlight. CLARA: You're a long way from home. DOCTOR: 5,000 years. CLARA: And 5,000 years adrift in time. Please, let us help you. You're not our enemy. SKALDAK: And yet, I am in chains. CLARA: Doctor, what do I say? SKALDAK: Yes, Doctor. What should she say? PROFESSOR: I think he wants to speak to the organ-grinder, not to the monkey. CLARA: I heard that. DOCTOR: You're restrained until we can trust each other, Skaldak. You would do exactly the same in my position and don't even think about using that sonic wapon. (over radio) Not in the torpedo room. SKALDAK: I was fleet commander of the Nix Tharsis. My daughter stood by me... It was her first taste of action. We sang the songs of the old times. The songs of the red snow. 5,000 years, now my daughter will be... dust! Only dust. DOCTOR: No, no, no, listen. Your people live on, Skaldak! Scattered all across the universe. And Mars will rise again, I promise you. Just, let me help you. CLARA slowly steps closer to SKALDAK. SKALDAK: I require no help. (over radio) There will be no help! The DOCTOR sees CLARA move closer. DOCTOR: Careful, Clara. CLARA: (over radio) I'm ok. DOCTOR: No, listen, Clara, don't get too close. CLARA: I'm ok! Doctor, something's wrong. DOCTOR: What? CLARA: Something's... CLARA reaches out and touches SKALDAK'S helmet. It falls backwards to reveal empty armor. She steps back with a gasp. CLARA: It's not there! It's gone! The front of the armor opens by itself to show advanced tech inside. DOCTOR: Gone? Gone? Gone, what do you mean, gone?! CLARA: It's got out! SKALDAK: It is time I learned the measure of my enemies. (over radio) And what this vessel is capable of. CLARA looks around nervously in the dim light. DOCTOR: No, no, no, Skaldak! SKALDAK: Harm one of us and you harm us all! By the moons, this I swear! DOCTOR: Clara! Get out of there! Get out! The DOCTOR gets up from the chair and rushes for the door. The CAPTAIN pulls his gn on the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: I've never seen one do this before! Actually, I've never seen one out of its armour before. The CAPTAIN lowers his gn and the DOCTOR runs for the door. PROFESSOR: Won't it be more vulnerable out of its shell? DOCTOR: (pauses in doorway) No, it will be more dangerous. (runs off) INT. SUBMARINE, TORPEDO ROOM CLARA spins around with the flashlight, trying to pinpoint SKALDAK'S location. INT. SUBMARINE CORRIDORS The DOCTOR runs to the torpedo room. DOCTOR: Clara! Clara! INT. SUBMARINE, TORPEDO ROOM CLARA hears SKALDAK. She sees the hatchway and runs over to try and open it. CLARA: Come on! CLARA grunts as she tries to push it open. It opens finally and CLARA falls. SKALDAK streaks past her out into the corridor. INT. SUBMARINE CORRIDORS SKALDAK rushes past the DOCTOR, the CAPTAIN and ONEGIN. The DOCTOR hurries to the hatchway. DOCTOR: Clara! Clara! Clara! Clara! (pulls CLARA out, hugging her) CLARA: I'm ok. Ha-ha, I'm ok, I'm ok! Where did he go? The PROFESSOR hears the beeping continue over his Walkman. CLARA: How did I do? Was I ok? DOCTOR: This wasn't a test, Clara. CLARA: I know but... DOCTOR: You were great. Yeah. CLARA: Really? DOCTOR: (puts a hand on her shoulder) Really. PROFESSOR: Doctor, the signal, it's stopped. The DOCTOR hurries over to the PROFESSOR and listens in. DOCTOR: Skaldak got no answer from his Martian brothers. Now he's given up hope. CAPTAIN: Hope of what? DOCTOR: Being rescued. He thinks he's been abandoned. He's got nothing left to lose. EXT. SEA More pieces of rock fall from the ridge under the submarine. INT. SUBMARINE CORRIDORS CAPTAIN: But what can he do stuck down here like the rest of us? How bad can it be? DOCTOR: This sub's stuffed with nuclear mssile, Zhukov. It's fat with them! What do you think Skaldak's going to do when he finds that out? "How bad can it be? How bad can it be?" It couldn't be any worse. EXT. SEA Rocks fall from the cliff above the sub, worsening it's already precarious position. INT. SUBMARINE CORRIDORS They are jostled about. One of the hatches between the hulls opens and water pours in. DOCTOR: Ok, spoke too soon. INT. SUBMARINE, MANEUVERING ROOM STEPASHIN is alone making repairs when he hears the familiar growling sound. He pulls out his pstol and slowly walks forward with his flashlight. STEPASHIN: Hello? Who's there? Who's there? He hears the growling again and looks between the banks of machinery. STEPASHIN: Who's there?! STEPASHIN hears a sound and turns around. Behind him, two clawed hands reach for him, one on his shoulder and one on his head. STEPASHIN shudders. STEPASHIN: What do you want with me? SKALDAK: Much. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM The CAPTAIN gives the crew a situation update. CAPTAIN: Comrades, you know our situation. The reactor is drowned, we are totally reliant on battery power and our air is running out. Rescue is unlikely but we still have a mission to fulfill. If the Doctor is right, then we are all that stands between this creature and the destruction of the world. Control of one mssile is all he needs. We are expendable, comrades, our world is not. I know I can rely on every one of you to do his duty without fail. That is all. INT. SUBMARINE, MANEUVERING ROOM SKALDAK now has one hand on STEPASHIN'S head and one on his face. STEPASHIN: Listen to me. We both understand each other. This... This mewling time of peace, it doesn't suit us. We are both warriors... And... together... we can form an alliance. SKALDAK: An alliance? STEPASHIN: Yes... To win the cold wr! SKALDAK: Cold wr? STEPASHIN: Both sides are capable of completely obliterating the other. It's a state we call mutually assured destruction. SKALDAK: Mutually assured destruction? But this has not occurred? STEPASHIN: No. SKALDAK: Not yet. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM The DOCTOR is sitting at one of the banks of controls. CLARA sits next to him, facing the room. CLARA: Even if a mssile did get launched, that wouldn't be... it, would it? DOCTOR: "It"? CLARA: End of the world. Game over. I mean, what if they fired one by accident, what would happen then? DOCTOR: I told you, Clara. Earth is like a storm waiting to break, right now. Both sides baring their teeth, talking up wr. It would only take one tiny spark. CLARA: But the world didn't end in 1983, did it? Or I wouldn't be here. DOCTOR: New. History's in flux. It can be changed. Re-written. (stands and walks over to CAPTAIN) How many of us are left? CAPTAIN: 12 - and we can't find Stepashin. DOCTOR: We split up and comb the sub. One team stays here to guard the bridge. CAPTAIN: That's it? That's the plan? DOCTOR: Well, it's either that or we stay here and wait for him to kll us. CAPTAIN: Ok. (walks away) CLARA: Is it true you've never seen one outside of its shell suit? DOCTOR: "Shell suit"? CLARA shrugs. DOCTOR: Clara! For an Ice Warrior to leave its armour is the gravest dishonour. Skaldak is desperate, he is deadly and we have got to find him. PROFESSOR: Will this help? (holds up sonic) DOCTOR: Ah! You saved it! (takes sonic) PROFESSOR: No, no, it was on the floor with this. (holds up doll) DOCTOR: Ah! (takes doll and kisses it) Ah, Professor, I could kiss you! PROFESSOR: If you insist. DOCTOR: Later. (happily uses sonic) INT. SUBMARINE CORRIDORS ONEGIN and BELEVICH are paired together in the search. ONEGIN: Do you think it's true, sir? A Martian?! BELEVICH: (shakes head) I don't know what to think. ONEGIN and BELEVICH continue on. In a different section of corridor, CLARA is with the DOCTOR and the PROFESSOR. The DOCTOR scans with the sonic. CLARA: So, why have you got a cattle prod on a submarine? PROFESSOR: Polar bears. CLARA: Ah, right. PROFESSOR: We run across them when we're drilling. Can be quite nasty, you know? CLARA: I'd swap one for an Ice Warrior any day. Cuddlier! PROFESSOR: Courage, my dear. The DOCTOR flicks a switch and an alarm start blaring. He tries to shut it off. PROFESSOR: I always sing a song. CLARA: What? PROFESSOR: To keep my spirits up. CLARA: Yes, that would work... if this was Pinocchio. The DOCTOR is still trying to stop the alarm. PROFESSOR: D'you know Hungry like the Wolf? CLARA: (stops and looks at him) What? PROFESSOR: Duran Duran - one of my favourites. Come on! CLARA: I'm not singing a song! The DOCTOR opens a hatch in the wall with a rush of air. He sticks his head in and uses the sonic. There is an eerie groaning that all of them notice. The DOCTOR pulls his head out. CLARA: What was that? DOCTOR: Pressure. Just pressure. We're 700 metres down, remember? PROFESSOR: Don't worry about it. Think of something else. (sings) Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da I am hungry like the wolf. CLARA: I'm not singing! PROFESSOR: Don't you know it? CLARA: ‘Course I know it. We do it at karaoke. The odd hen night. PROFESSOR: "Karaoke"? "Hen night"? You speak excellent Russian, my dear, but sometimes I don't understand a word you're talking about. CLARA smiles and continues on. In another section of the submarine, ONEGIN and BELEVICH continue their search. ONEGIN: If we get out of here, we'll be bloody heroes! BELEVICH: If we get out of here. (takes a few steps ahead of ONEGIN) ONEGIN: The first people in the world to discover a genuine, living... SKALDAK'S hands reach down from the ceiling, grip ONEGIN by the head and pull him up. BELEVICH: Alien? I don't know. You hear stories, don't you? Stories about the things the Kremlin don't want us to... (turns around and sees he's alone) Onegin? Onegin? CUT TO CORRIDOR WITH DOCTOR, CLARA and PROFESSOR They hear snarls, growls and screams. The DOCTOR runs towards the sounds and the others follow. The DOCTOR is the first to find the bodies and kneels beside one. The look on his face tells us how horrible the scene is. CLARA and the PROFESSOR aren't too far behind him. CLARA is shocked by the sight. PROFESSOR: Good God! Torn apart. It's a monster. A savage! DOCTOR: No, Professor. Not savage, forensic. Well, he's... dismantled them. Skaldak's learning. Learning all about you. Your strengths... Your weaknesses... (scans with sonic and stands) Come on! (dashes from the room) The PROFESSOR follows the DOCTOR. CLARA can't seem to look away. The PROFESSOR notices and takes her arm, pulling her away. The DOCTOR hurries down another corridor, the sonic held out in front of him. He stops. DOCTOR: Stay here. CLARA: Ok. DOCTOR: Stay here! Don't argue. (starts up ladder) CLARA: I'm not! DOCTOR: (pauses) Right. Good! (continues) PROFESSOR: It's a young man's game, all this dashing about! (sits on lip of door) Clara, what is it? CLARA: I was doing ok. I mean, I went in there and did the scary stuff, didn't I? I went in there with the Ice Warrior and it went ok. Actually, it went just about as badly as it could have done but that wasn't my fault. PROFESSOR: Not at all. CLARA: (leans against ladder) So, I'm happy about that. PROFESSOR: Yes! CLARA: (softly) Chuffed. PROFESSOR: And so you should be. So what's the matter? CLARA: Seeing those bodies back there... It's all got very... real. Are we going to make it? PROFESSOR: Yes, of course. The metal groans. CUT TO ANOTHER CORRIDOR WITH CAPTAIN The CAPTAIN is with two other crewmen, rfles at the ready. They hear growling and the CAPTAIN sees something pass by a grate. CAPTAIN: It's in the walls! INT. SUBMARINE, MANEUVERING ROOM The DOCTOR opens the door to the room and skids to a stop when he sees the body. He kneels down and picks up the wallet lying on the floor. Inside is a photo of a woman and his ID card. It is smeared with blood. DOCTOR: Oh, Stepashin. He hears metal rattling and retreating footsteps. He looks up and scans with the sonic. He runs along, still looking up. DOCTOR: Oh... oh... oh! Fast. He's fast... The DOCTOR continues on his way. INT. SUBMARINE CORRIDORS CLARA hears an eerie groaning. CLARA: What was that? PROFESSOR: The Doctor told you, it's just the boat settling. Tell me about yourself. What do you like doing? Clara? CLARA hears some metallic rattling and looks around. PROFESSOR: Clara? CLARA: (distracted) Stuff. You know, stuff. PROFESSOR: "Stuff"? Very enlightening. And the Doctor, what he said, is it true? You're... from another time... from our future? Clara? CLARA: Yes. PROFESSOR: (stands) Tell me what happens. CLARA: I can't. PROFESSOR: Well, I need to know. CLARA: I'm not allowed. PROFESSOR: No, please. CLARA: I can't! PROFESSOR: Ultravox, do they split up? CLARA: (laughs) Funny. You're funny! SKALDAK'S hands reach down and grip CLARA'S head. PROFESSOR: Let her go! The PROFESSOR fires his pstol at SKALDAK who lets go of CLARA and pulls back into the ceiling. CLARA breathes deeply. PROFESSOR: (grins) See... I don't just like Western music! (twirls gn) SKALDAK reaches down and grabs the PROFESSOR as he did CLARA. The DOCTOR comes running up behind CLARA. CLARA: No, please, don't hurt him. Please! The DOCTOR looks up and all that can be seen of SKALDAK is his red eyes. SKALDAK: You attcked me! Martian law decree's that the people of this planet are forfeit. I now have all the information I require. It will take only one mssile to begin the process. To end this cold wr. DOCTOR: Grand Marshal, there is no need for this. Listen to me... SKALDAK: My distress call has not been answered. It will never be answered. My people are dad. They are dust. There is nothing left for me except my revenge. (growls) A beeping starts. INT. SUBMARINE, TORPEDO ROOM SKALDAK'S armor closes. INT. SUBMARINE CORRIDORS DOCTOR: There is something left for you, Skaldak. Mercy. SKALDAK: Mercy? The CAPTAIN arrives, his gn aimed at SKALDAK. CAPTAIN: You must wear that armour for a reason, my friend. Let's see, shall we? DOCTOR: (grabs the rfle barrel, pushing it down) No, Captain, wait! CAPTAIN: I will do whatever it takes to defend my world, Doctor. DOCTOR: (holds hands in placating gesture) Yes, great, fine, good, but we're getting somewhere here. We're negotiating, "jaw-jaw not wr-wr". PROFESSOR: Churchill? DOCTOR: (points) Churchill. CAPTAIN: Very well, we'll negotiate but from a position of strength. (aims gn at SKALDAK) SKALDAK: Excellent tactical thinking. My congratulations, Captain. CAPTAIN: Thank you. SKALDAK: Unfortunately, your position is not, perhaps, as strong as you might hope. There is a low growl and the DOCTOR looks around. DOCTOR: What do you mean? The armor arrives, chains still trailing from the ankles and wrapped around the torso. SKALDAK streaks over to the suit and it closes around him. DOCTOR: He summoned the armour. CLARA: How did it do that? DOCTOR: Sonic tech, Clara. The song of the Ice Warrior! The crewman who had been with the CAPTAIN comes forward and starts shting at SKALDAK as the Ice Warrior turns and walks away. The DOCTOR grabs the crewman and stops him shting. SKALDAK: My world is dad but now there will be a second red planet! Red with the blood of humanity! DOCTOR: Skaldak! Skaldak! Wait! The DOCTOR runs after SKALDAK. The others follow. SKALDAK makes his way through the corridors, crewmen sh*ting at him. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM Wires extend from SKALDAK'S fingers and enter the openings in the control panels. The key ports switch and the lights turn red. EXT. SEA Two bays open exposing nuclear mssile. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM The DOCTOR rushes in followed by the CAPTAIN. DOCTOR: No! Skaldak! Wait! Wait! Wait! CAPTAIN: (aims gn at SKALDAK) He's arming the warheads! DOCTOR: Where is the honour in condemning billions of innocents to death? 5,000 years ago Mars was the centre of a vast empire. The jewel of this solar system. The people of earth had only just gn to leave their caves. Five thousand years isn't such a long time, they're still just frightened children. Still primitive. Who are you to judge them? The wires retract and SKALDAK turns to face the DOCTOR. SKALDAK: I am Skaldak! This planet is forfeit under Martian law. DOCTOR: Then teach them! Teach them, Grand Marshal! Show them another way! Show them there is honour in mercy. Is this how you want history to remember you? Grand Marshal Skaldak - Destroyer of Earth? CLARA catches up and enters the room. DOCTOR: Because that's what you'll be if you send those mssile. Not a soldier, a mrder. Five billion lives extinguished. SKALDAK grunts and turns around. His hand hovers over the launch button. DOCTOR: No chance for goodbyes. A world snuffed out like a candle flame! All right, all right, Skaldak, you leave me no choice. I'm a Time Lord, Skaldak. I know a bit about sonic technology myself. The DOCTOR holds the sonic screwdriver out towards SKALDAK. SKALDAK: A thrat? You thrat me, Doctor? DOCTOR: No. No, not you... all of us. I will blow this sub up before you can even reach that button, Grand Marshal. Blow us all to oblivion. SKALDAK: You would sacrifice yourself? DOCTOR: In a heartbeat. (holds the sonic upwards, turns it on and it glows red) SKALDAK: Mutually assured destruction! SKALDAK turns around and puts his hand above the button. DOCTOR: Look into my eye, Skaldak. Look into my eyes and tell me you're capable of doing this. Huh? Can you do that? Dare you do that? Look into my eyes, Skaldak, come on! Face-to-face. SKALDAK: (turns around) Well, Doctor, (the helmet opens and we see his face) which of us shall blink first? The DOCTOR is stunned by his first view of an Ice Warrior without armour. CLARA: Why did you hesitate? Back there, in the dark. You were going to kll this man, remember? I begged you not to and you listened. Why show compassion then, Skaldak, and not now? (walks forward) The Doctor's right. Billions will die... Mothers, sons, fathers... daughters. Remember that last battle, Skaldak? Your daughter... You sang the songs... SKALDAK: Of the red snows. There is a crashing sound and the submarine shakes. CLARA: What's happening?! EXT. SEA There is an electronic whirring and a beam comes down to encapsulate the submarine. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM The CAPTAIN stands there in the center of the room. EXT. NORTH POLE, DAY A spaceship hovers in the sky above the submarine. It is the source of the beam. EXT. SEA The beam contains the submarine. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM SKALDAK: My people live! They have come for me! EXT. SEA The beam raises the submarine. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM The CAPTAIN watches the depth gauge. CAPTAIN: We're rising. We're rising! PROFESSOR: 600 metres... 550... EXT. NORTH POLE, DAY The submarine breaks through the ice. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM DOCTOR: We've surfaced. Your people have saved us. SKALDAK: Saved me, not you. DOCTOR: Just go, Skaldak, please. Please... go in peace. SKALDAK is transported onto the ship. CLARA: We did it! We did it! DOCTOR: (goes to controls) No. No, no, no, no, no! It's still armed. A single pulse from that ship... I'll destroy us if I have to. (holds sonic against forehead) I will destroy us if I have to. Show mercy, Skaldak. Come on, show mercy. CLARA: (sings nervously) Da-da-da-dah I'm lost and I'm found and I'm hungry like the wolf. A klaxon sounds as the key ports switch back and the lights turn green. EXT. NORTH POLE, DAY The mssile hatches close. INT. SUBMARINE, CONTROL ROOM The DOCTOR shuts off the sonic and wipes a hand across his forehead. DOCTOR: Now we're safe. CLARA walks over to the DOCTOR and hugs him tightly. She ends the hug and clears her throat. CLARA: Saved the world then? DOCTOR: Yeah. CLARA: That's what we do. DOCTOR: Yeah. EXT. NORTH POLE, DAY The hatch opens and the CAPTAIN steps out onto the tower followed by the DOCTOR, CLARA and the PROFESSOR. They look up at the ship. The DOCTOR whistles in appreciation. CLARA: The TARDIS! Where's the TARDIS? You never explained. DOCTOR: (embarrassed) Oh, well, don't worry about that. CLARA: Stop saying that! Where is it? DOCTOR: Yeah, well, I wasn't to know, was I? CLARA: Know what? DOCTOR: I've been tinkering... breaking her in. I'm allowed. CLARA: What did you do? DOCTOR: (mumbles) I reset the HADS! CLARA: Huh? DOCTOR: I reset (mumbles) the HADS! CLARA: The what? DOCTOR: The HADS! The Hostile Action Displacement System! If the TARDIS comes under attck - gn, time-winds, the...sea - it... relocates. CLARA: Oh, Doctor. DOCTOR: Haven't used it in donkey's years. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Well, never mind, it's bound to turn up somewhere! (the sonic buzzes) Oh! Ha, see, right on cue! (takes sonic from pocket) Brilliant! CLARA: Brilliant! DOCTOR: The TARDIS is at the Pole! CLARA: Not far then. (heads for the hatch) DOCTOR: The South Pole. CLARA: (stops) Ah. DOCTOR: (to CAPTAIN) Could we have a lift? The CAPTAIN and CLARA laugh and the PROFESSOR smiles as they go back inside. The DOCTOR mocks them. After they've gone, he watches the spaceship. He salutes and it flies away.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x08 - Cold w*r"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT A fierce thunderstorm blows outside a remote manor house. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT A young WOMAN enters the parlour to see an older MAN surrounded by tables of electronic equipment. WOMAN: How are we looking? MAN: (nervously) Oh... about ready, I think. WOMAN: Any thoughts on the, er, interference? MAN: (sits) Erm, a stray FM broadcast, possibly? But I've fitted some ferrite suppressors and some RF chokes. Just in case. (stands and puts a camera around his neck) Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, the last time was very... WOMAN: But she's so lonely. MAN: Excellent, then. Excellent. The MAN sits down, puts on a headset and taps on a microphone before speaking into it. MAN: Caliburn House, night four, November 25th, 1974. 11.04pm. He nods to the WOMAN and she takes a few steps forward to the archway at the base of the stairs. The MAN stands and holds up a parabolic microphone and aims it towards the arch. WOMAN: I'm talking to the spirit that inhabits this house. Are you there? Can you hear me? I'm speaking to the lost soul that abides in this place. The microphone picks up some static and hissing sounds. The MAN looks over to one of the machines that records energy levels. The needles are moving over the paper. WOMAN: Come to me. Speak to me. Let me show you the way home. A high-pitched whine comes over the headphones, causing the MAN to shout out and pull them away from his ears. The machinery reacts, registering the sound. A distorted screaming can be heard, The WOMAN backs out of the dark hallway. WOMAN: Let me show you the way home! The MAN picks up the camera and begins clicking away as he faces the archway. At each click, a misty white figure appears, an arm stretched out towards them. It comes closer and the WOMAN gasps as the figure appears to pass through her. She falls against a chair and the MAN goes to her. MAN: Emma? He holds her and helps her stand. He puts his hands on her shoulders and she grips his lapels. EMMA: She's so... MAN: So what? EMMA: dad. There is a knocking at the front door and both turn their heads. They walk slowly to the main door. INT. HOUSE, FRONT DOOR, NIGHT The MAN pulls the door open and there's no one there. The DOCTOR sticks his head out from behind the other door. DOCTOR: Boo! Hello, I'm looking for a ghost. MAN: And you are...? CLARA: (stands beside DOCTOR) Ghostbusters! Matt Smith Jenna-Louise Coleman DOCTOR WHO "Hide" By Neil Cross PRODUCER Marcus Wilson DIRECTOR Jamie Payne INT. HOUSE, FRONT DOOR, NIGHT DOCTOR: (holds up psychic paper) I'm the Doctor. MAN: Doctor what? DOCTOR: If you like. And this is Clara. (walks past MAN) INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT The DOCTOR walks into the parlour, excited. He runs over to the machines. The others follow. DOCTOR: Ah, but you are very different! You are Major Alec Palmer. Member of the Baker Street Irregulars, the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare. (whispers to ALEC) Specialised in espionage, sabotage and reconnaissance behind enemy lines. You're a talented water-colourist, professor of psychology AND... ghost hunter! (shakes ALEC'S hand) Total pleasure. Massive. EMMA: Actually, you're wrong. Professor Palmer spent most of the wr as a POW. DOCTOR: Actually, that's a lie told by a very brave man involved in very secret operations. The kind of man who keeps a Victoria Cross in a box in the attic, eh? But you know that! Because you're Emma Grayling... (walks over and air-kisses both cheeks) the Professor's companion... EMMA: Assistant. DOCTOR: It's 1974 - you're the assistant and "non-objective equipment". (looks to CLARA who is by equipment) Meaning "psychic". CLARA: Getting that. Bless you, though. The DOCTOR walks over to the area by the equipment. ALEC: Relax, Emma. He's Military Intelligence. (to DOCTOR) So what's all this in aid of? CLARA sits on the desk. DOCTOR: Health and safety! Yeah, the Ministry got wind of what's going on down here. Sent me to check that everything's in order. ALEC: They don't have the right. DOCTOR: Don't worry, Guv'nor, I'll be out your hair in five minutes. (looks at equipment and snaps fingers) Oh! Oh, look! Oh, lovely. (sits next to CLARA and plays with a switch) The ACR 99821. Oh, bliss, nice action on the toggle switches. You know, I do love a toggle switch. Actually, I like the word "toggle". Nice noun. Excellent verb. (CLARA touches a switch and the DOCTOR slaps her hand) Oi, don't mess with the settings. The DOCTOR stands and takes the sonic screwdriver from his inside jacket pocket and scans ALEC and EMMA. ALEC: What's that? DOCTOR: Gadget. Health and safety. Classified, I'm afraid. (stops under arch) You know, while the back room boffins work out a few kinks. (turns back around and scans archway) EMMA: What's it telling you? DOCTOR: It's telling me that you haven't been exposed to any life-thrat transmundane emanations. So... (spins around and claps his hands) where's the ghost? (walks over to them and picks up lit candelabrum) Show me the ghost. There is an eerie whooshing and the DOCTOR smiles. DOCTOR: It's ghost time. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT Outside the storm still rages. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT The DOCTOR walks down the dark hall, the candelabrum the only source of light. ALEC is on his heels. EMMA and CLARA follow. ALEC: I won't have this stolen out from under me, do you understand? DOCTOR: Erm, no, not really, sorry. ALEC: I will not have my work stolen, then be fobbed off with a pat on the back and a letter from the Queen. Never again! This is my house, Doctor, and it belongs to me. CLARA: This is actually your house? ALEC: It is. CLARA: Sorry. You went to the bank and said, "You know that gigantic old haunted house on the moors? The one the dossers are too scared to doss in? The one the birds are too scared to fly over?" And then you said, "I'd like to buy it, please, with my money." ALEC: Yes, I did, actually. CLARA: That's incredibly brave. CLARA hears creaking and looks around nervously. DOCTOR: Listen, Major, we just need to know what's going on here. ALEC: For the Ministry? DOCTOR: You know I can't answer that. ALEC: Very well. Follow me. (leaves) INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT ALEC has set up a board with pictures and notes of the history of the house and the ghost. The DOCTOR is using the camera to take pictures of himself. CLARA sits and talks with EMMA. CLARA: So what's an empathic psychic? The DOCTOR walks between them to the small bar and starts looking at the bottles. EMMA: Sometimes I... sense feelings. The way a telepath can sense thoughts. Sometimes, though. Not always. The DOCTOR takes a drink of milk right from the bottle. DOCTOR: The most compassionate people you'll ever meet, empathics. And the loneliest. I mean, exposing themselves to all those hidden feelings - all that guilt, pain and sorrow and... CLARA sees EMMA'S discomfort and puts a hand on the DOCTOR'S arm. CLARA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? CLARA: Shh. The DOCTOR looks at EMMA. ALEC is ready to show them the board. ALEC: Would you, er, care to have a look? The DOCTOR, CLARA and EMMA walk over. ALEC: Caliburn House is over 400 years old but she's been here much longer... the Caliburn Ghast. She's mentioned in local Saxon poetry and Parish folk tales. The Wraith of the Lady, the Maiden in the Dark... the Witch of the Well. CLARA: Is she real? As in, actually real? ALEC: Oh, she's real. In the 17th century, a local clergyman saw her. He wrote that her presence was accompanied by a, "dreadful knocking, as if the Devil himself demanded entry." During the wr, American airmen stationed here left offerings of tinned Spam. The tins were found in 1965, bricked up in the servants' pantry, along with a number of handwritten notes. Appeals to the Ghast... "For the love of God, stop screaming." CLARA: She never changes. The angle's different, the framing, but she's always in exactly the same position. Why is that? The DOCTOR gets the candelabrum and holds it closer, examining the photos. ALEC: We don't know. She's an objective phenomenon. But objective recording equipment can't detect her... DOCTOR: Without the presence of a powerful psychic. ALEC: Absolutely. Very well done. EMMA: She knows I'm here... They turn to look at EMMA. EMMA: I can feel her... calling out to me. CLARA: What's she saying? EMMA: "Help me." Behind them, a shadow passes the doorway quickly. CLARA turns her head, sensing something, but sees nothing. DOCTOR: "The Witch of the Well". So where's the well? ALEC leads the DOCTOR over to a table on which rests plans of the house. ALEC: A copy of the oldest plan that we could find, there is no well on the property. None that we could find, anyway. CLARA is staring at the photographs when the DOCTOR comes up behind her and taps her on the head. She gasps and turns on him. DOCTOR: (whispers) You coming? CLARA: (whispers) Where? DOCTOR: (whispers) To find the ghost. CLARA: (whispers) Why would I want to do that? DOCTOR: (whispers) Because you want to, come on. (starts for the door) CLARA: (whispers) Well, I dispute that assertion. The DOCTOR stops and turns around. He sees EMMA watching them. He nods his head to get CLARA to move. DOCTOR: (whispers) I'm giving you a face. Can you see me? Look at my face. CLARA: (whispers) Fine. (walks over) Dare me. DOCTOR: (whispers) I dare you. No takesies-backsies. CLARA shakes her head and takes the candelabrum from the DOCTOR and heads through the door. The DOCTOR claps his hands and laughs before following CLARA. EMMA: The Music Room is the heart of the house. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA walk down the dark corridors. CLARA: (whispers) Say we actually find her. What do we say? DOCTOR: (whispers) We ask how she came to be... whatever she is. CLARA: (whispers) Why? DOCTOR: (whispers) Because I don't know. And ignorance is... what's the opposite of bliss? CLARA: (whispers) Carlisle. DOCTOR: (whispers) Yes! Yes, Carlisle. Ignorance is Carlisle. As the DOCTOR and CLARA leave a particular hall, there is a snarling and scraping sound and a part of something can be seen in the shadows. INT. HOUSE, KITCHEN, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA examine the room by candlelight. The DOCTOR ducks a cobweb. He checks the teapot sitting on the table. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT EMMA stands by the fireplace. ALEC is at the desk, looking at the plans. EMMA: Is he really from the Ministry? ALEC: Er, I don't know. He's certainly got the right demeanour. Capricious... brilliant. EMMA: (walks over) Deceitful. ALEC: Yes! Ha... he's a liar... but, you know, that's often the way that it is... when someone's... seen a thing or two. Experience makes liars of us all. We lie about who we are... about what we've done... EMMA: And how we feel? ALEC: Yes... always, always that. EMMA walks her fingers along to desk towards ALEC'S hand. ALEC: (nervously) You know, I have to... have to be getting on with things The, erm, the equipment and so forth. EMMA: Of course. ALEC walks away. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA enter the room. A harp stands in one corner and there are music stands placed around the room. The DOCTOR scans with the sonic. CLARA stops in the centre and looks around. DOCTOR: Ah, the Music Room. The heart of the house. Do you feel anything? CLARA: No. DOCTOR: Your pants are so on fre. CLARA walks further into the room until she is by the DOCTOR. The sonic isn't working properly so the DOCTOR taps it against his hand and blows on it. CLARA: Do you feel like you're being watched? DOCTOR: What does being watched feel like? Is it that funny tickly feeling on your neck? CLARA: That's the chap. DOCTOR: Then, yes, a bit. Well, quite a big bit. The DOCTOR puts away the sonic and walks towards the door, stopping just in front of it. CLARA hears a whoosh and turns around. The DOCTOR takes a step closer to the door and exhales. His breath can be seen. Creaking and scraping is heard. CLARA: I think she's here. The DOCTOR steps forward and exhales. Nothing. He steps back, exhales and sees his breath again. DOCTOR: Cold spot. Spooky. (turns around) Cold... (steps forward) warm. (back) Cold... (right) warm... (back) cold... (left) warm... (back) cold... (towards door) warm... (back) cold. A creaking is heard. The DOCTOR draws a chalk circle on the floor to mark the cold spot. CLARA: Doctor? Doctor! DOCTOR: What? CLARA: I'm not happy. DOCTOR: No. The DOCTOR leaves the room while CLARA is looking the other way. She turns back and sees him leaving. CLARA: Hey! (runs after the DOCTOR across the circle) INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT The needles on the machine start moving. ALEC looks over. It stops and starts again. He walks over and looks at the measurements. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT Steam rises from the chalk circle and the line disappears. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA are walking past a window when they hear a thudding. CLARA: (whispers) What was that? There are two more thuds. They both breathe out and it is visible. A gust of air blows out the candles. They look at each other, stunned. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT EMMA walks into the room. ALEC: Does it seem colder? ALEC looks at the thermometer and the mercury drops to zero. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT The DOCTOR blows on his hands and rubs them together as he and CLARA look at the window as it frosts. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT EMMA looks to the archway. EMMA: She's coming. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT A loud thudding echoes. CLARA: OK, what is that? DOCTOR: (leans on elbow against wall) It's a very loud noise. It's a very loud, very angry noise. CLARA: But what's making it?! DOCTOR: I don't know. Are you making it? There's another loud thud and, with a start, the DOCTOR rushes over to stand beside CLARA. CLARA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? CLARA: I may be a teeny, tiny bit terrified. DOCTOR: Yes? CLARA: But I'm still a grown-up. DOCTOR: Mainly, yes, and...? CLARA: There's no need to actually hold my hand. The DOCTOR holds both hands out in front of him. DOCTOR: Clara? CLARA: Yes? DOCTOR: I'm not holding your hand. They slowly look behind them, and, in a flash of lightning, see the outline of something. They scream and run. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA run down the stairs. ALEC looks over at them. A whirling dark dish materializes just as the DOCTOR reaches the bottom of the stairs. The DOCTOR takes out the sonic and scans. DOCTOR: Has this happened before? ALEC: Never! DOCTOR: Camera! Camera! (takes camera from ALEC'S unresisting hands) The DOCTOR takes pictures of the spinning dish. It spins faster and cracks begin to form inside it. EMMA is still looking at the archway. She gasps and the figure appears in what seems to be a wood. There is an eerie, distorted shouting. CLARA turns her head and sees it as well. CLARA: Doctor?! The DOCTOR turns around and continues to take photos with the camera. EMMA is becoming overwhelmed with the contact to the figure. GHOST: Help me! EMMA collapses and ALEC catches her. There is a crash from upstairs and CLARA looks up. CLARA: Doctor. The DOCTOR, EMMA and ALEC follow CLARA'S gaze. The DOCTOR slowly walks up the stairs where a message glows on the wall: Help Me. It fades away and the spinning disc disappears. LATER CLARA pours a whisky for EMMA and one for herself before sitting down in that area beside the bar. EMMA: (sips and makes a face) Ugh! I'd rather have a nice cup of tea. CLARA: Me too. (stands and takes the glass from EMMA) Whisky's the 11th most disgusting thing ever invented. EMMA puts her head on her hand and sighs. INT. HOUSE, DARK ROOM, NIGHT While ALEC develops the new photos, the DOCTOR looks at the ones clipped to string criss-crossing the room. DOCTOR: I had a little peek at your records, back at the Ministry. You've certainly seen a thing or two in your time - disrupting U-Boat operations across the North Sea, sabotaging railway lines across Europe, Operation Gibbon, the one with the carrier pigeons - brilliant! I do love a carrier pigeon. ALEC: I did my duty but then so did thousands of others - MILLIONS of others... I was just luck enough to come back. The picture developing is of the DOCTOR with the ghost in the background. DOCTOR: Yes but, how does that man, that wr hero end up here, in a lonely old house, looking for ghosts? ALEC: Because I klled... and I caused to have klled... I sent young men and women to their deaths... but here I am, still alive, and... it does tend to haunt you. Living, after so much of... the other thing. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT CLARA: So, you and Professor Palmer, have you ever... y'know? EMMA: No. CLARA: Why not? (picks up kettle) You do know how he feels about you, don't you? You of all people? EMMA: I don't know. People like me... sometimes, we get our signals mixed up. We think people are feeling the way we want them to feel... you know, when they are special to us. When, really, there's nothing there. CLARA: (hands EMMA cup) Oh, this is there. EMMA: How do you know? CLARA: Because it's obvious. It sticks out like a... big chin. INT. HOUSE, DARK ROOM, NIGHT ALEC: See, I was alone and unmarried and... I didn't mind dying. I mean, not for that cause. It was a very, very fine cause...defeating the enemy. DOCTOR: And if you could contact them, what would you say? ALEC: Well, I'd very much like to thank them. DOCTOR: Uh-huh. (takes photo from tray) Ping! (clips it up) ALEC: What do you think she is? DOCTOR: Not what I thought she'd be. ALEC: What did you think she'd be? DOCTOR: Fun. Can I borrow your camera? (ALEC hands it to him) Ta. (leaves) INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT EMMA: What about you... and the Doctor? CLARA: (sits with teacup) Oh, I don't think so. EMMA: Good. CLARA: Sorry? EMMA: Don't trust him... there's a sliver of ice in his heart. DOCTOR: (O.C.) Clara! EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA run down the back of the steps in the rain. CLARA is huddled under her umbrella. They stop a few feet from the TARDIS. CLARA has her arm wrapped around the DOCTOR'S. CLARA: (whispers) I've got this weird feeling it's looking at me. It doesn't like me. DOCTOR: The TARDIS is like a cat - a bit slow to trust (runs to TARDIS) but you'll get there in the end. (goes inside) CLARA looks back at the house before running to the TARDIS and knocks on the door. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR hurries from the console to the door and opens it for CLARA. He heads back to the console. CLARA: (enters) Hey! (closes the door and looks around for a place to put the umbrella) You need a place to keep this. DOCTOR: I've got one. (points) Or I had one... I think I had one. (starts looking around) Look around, see if you find it. Did I have one? Am I going mad? (sees CLARA shaking the umbrella and takes it from her) No, not in here! How do you expect her to like you? She's SOAKING wet! It's a health and safety nightmare. (sets umbrella on chair and goes back to console) CLARA: (looks up at TARDIS ceiling and whispers) Sorry. The TARDIS seems to gurgle in response. CLARA: (goes to console) So... where we going? DOCTOR: Nowhere. We're staying right here. Right here, on this exact spot - if I can work out how to do it. CLARA: So, when are we going? DOCTOR: (laughs) Oh, that is good. That is top-notch. CLARA and the DOCTOR high-five. The DOCTOR walks away. CLARA: (leans against console) And the answer is...? DOCTOR: (stops and spins) We're going always. (goes down steps) CLARA: "We're going always." DOCTOR: TOTALLY! The DOCTOR reaches up for something out of CLARA'S view. CLARA: That's not actually a sentence. DOCTOR: (comes back with orange spacesuit) Well, it's got a verb in it. What do you think? (holds it up and spins) CLARA: Colour's a bit boisterous. DOCTOR: I think it brings out my eyes. CLARA: Makes my eyes hurt. The DOCTOR drops his arms, dejected by CLARA'S comment. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT The TARDIS dematerializes. INT. HOUSE, NIGHT ALEC and EMMA watch from a window. ALEC: Did you see where he went? I could hear an engine but I can't see any lights. There is a flash of lightning and behind them, in the next window, the ghost is reaching out to them. EXT. TARDIS The DOCTOR steps out of the TARDIS wearing the spacesuit. The surface of the planet is volcanic with a dark grey sky. He scans with the sonic before picking up the camera to take a few pictures. INT. TARDIS CLARA takes a step towards the door just as the DOCTOR bursts in, hands up. The door closes behind him. Steam rises from the suit. DOCTOR: Back off! Hot suit! Hot, hot, hot! (walks to console) CLARA: When are we? DOCTOR: About six billion years ago. It's a Tuesday, I think. (flips a lever) The DOCTOR and CLARA walk through a prehistoric jungle with large insects. The DOCTOR takes another photo. EXT. HOUSE, DAY It what appears to be the late Victoria era, the DOCTOR takes a photo of the back of the house. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR is wearing the spacesuit once more. DOCTOR: Back in a mo. (opens door and looks back at CLARA) Are you all right? CLARA: Totally. Peachy keen. DOCTOR: OK, then. Well, don't press any buttons or pull any levers, or make any funny faces. Actually, don't move. Stand completely still. Don't breathe. Well, you can breathe... but shallow breaths. CLARA gives him a thumbs-up which he returns before stepping outside. EXT. TARDIS The surface of the planet is rocky and dad. The sun is large and near its end. INT. TARDIS CLARA watches the DOCTOR on the monitor. EXT. TARDIS The DOCTOR takes a photograph. INT. TARDIS CLARA sighs as she watches the DOCTOR head back. The door closes and the DOCTOR removes the helmet as he walks to the console. CLARA is still looking at the monitor. DOCTOR: What's wrong? Did the TARDIS say something to you? (slaps the console) Are you being mean? CLARA: No, it's not that. Have we just watched the entire life cycle of the Earth? Birth to death? DOCTOR: Yes! CLARA: And you're OK with that? DOCTOR: Yes. CLARA: How can you be? DOCTOR: The TARDIS. She's... time. We... Wibbly vortex and so on. CLARA: That's not what I mean. DOCTOR: OK...some help? Context? Cheat sheet? Something? CLARA: I mean, one minute you're in 1974, looking for ghosts but all you have to do is open your eyes and talk to whoever's standing there. To you, I haven't been born yet... and to you, I've been dad 100 billion years. Is my body out there somewhere? In the ground? DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose it is. (walks away from console but stops when CLARA starts talking) CLARA: But here we are, talking. So I am a ghost. To you, I'm a ghost... we're all ghosts to you. We must be nothing. DOCTOR: (turns around) No... no... you're not that. (starts down the stairs) CLARA: (walks over) Then what are we? What can we possibly be? DOCTOR: (turns around) You are the only mystery worth solving. (leaves to change) EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT The TARDIS materializes in the same spot. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT In a flash of lightning, we see a creature. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT There is a slide projector set up and the DOCTOR hands ALEC the slides from the photographs he had taken. CLARA looks at the photos on the board. EMMA: (walks over) What's wrong? CLARA: I just saw something I wish I hadn't. EMMA: What did you see? CLARA: That... everything ends. EMMA: No, not everything. Not love... (looks over at ALEC) not always. DOCTOR: Right! Done! That's it, gather round, gather round. Roll up! Roll up! (uses sonic on projector) The Ghast of Caliburn House - never changing, trapped in a moment of fear and torment but what if she's not? What if she's just trapped somewhere time runs more slowly than it does here? What if a second to her was 100,000 years to us? And what if somebody has a magic box - a blue box, probably - what if said somebody could take a snapshot of her, say, every few million years? (the slides show the DOCTOR'S photos almost like stop-motion and reveal a young woman) She's not a ghost... but she's definitely a lost soul. (walks over to screen) Her name's Hila Tacorian. She's a pioneer, a time traveller - or at least she will be, in a few hundred years. ALEC: Time travel's not possible. The paradoxes... DOCTOR: Resolve themselves, by and large. EMMA: How long has she been alone? DOCTOR: Well, time travel's a funny old thing. I mean, from her perspective, she crash landed... (checks watch) three minutes ago. EMMA: Crash landed? Where? DOCTOR: She's in a pocket universe... a distorted echo of our own - they happen sometimes but never last for long. (blows up two balloons) Our universe (balloon in right hand) - Hila Tacorian's here, (balloon in left hand) in a pocket universe. You're a lantern, shining across the dimensions, guiding her home. Back to the land of the living. (brings balloons together then deflates them) CLARA: But what's she running from? DOCTOR: Well, that's the best bit. We don't know yet. Shall we see? The DOCTOR uses the sonic to change the slide. EMMA turns to look at her smile vanishes. ALEC lowers his glasses and peers over them. CLARA and the DOCTOR look stunned. On the slide is the creature we have been catching glimpses of in the hallways. DOCTOR: Oh. CLARA: What is that? DOCTOR: (quietly) I don't know. (normal) Still! (claps hands) Not to worry! EMMA: So, what do we do? DOCTOR: Not "we", you... (goes to EMMA) you save Hila Tacorian because you're Emma Grayling. You are the lantern - the rest of us are just along for the ride, I'm afraid. We need some sturdy rope and a blue crystal from Metebelis Three. Plus, some Kendal Mint Cake. (leaves) EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA run to the TARDIS and step inside. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT ALEC: (paces) Don't do it. EMMA: I'm sorry? ALEC: Nobody asked her to risk her life. This woman. She doesn't deserve... Whoever she is - however brilliant, however brave, she's not you. She's not worth risking a single hair on your head. Not to me! (he can't look at EMMA) EMMA: Tell me what I'm thinking. ALEC: I can't. I don't have your gift. EMMA: (steps closer) You don't need it... just look at me and tell me. ALEC looks up and EMMA smiles at him. He smiles back. EMMA: There you are, you read my mind. INT. TARDIS CLARA is up on the console level while the DOCTOR is working underneath. CLARA: Can't you just... y'know? DOCTOR: What? CLARA: Fly the TARDIS into the parallel universe? (sits with legs over the side) DOCTOR: Ah, it's not a parallel universe. It's a POCKET universe. Plus, it is collapsing. (puts crystal in pocket and walks over to CLARA) I mean, the TARDIS could get in there, all right, but entropy would bleed her power sources, you see? Trap her there until the entire universe decayed back into the quantum foam. Which would take about three minutes, give or take, you know. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT Bundled wires snake from the TARDIS to the house. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT The wires go from the door through to the music room. They are hooked to a tripod on top of which is the large object the DOCTOR slipped into his pocket from the TARDIS. CLARA: (reaches out o touch) What is that? DOCTOR: (slaps her hand away) A subset of the Eye of Harmony. CLARA: I don't... DOCTOR: Of course you don't. Be weird if you did, I barely do myself. (to EMMA) Right, you, sit down. (puts a wire "crown" over her head, in the middle of which is a blue crystal) All the way... from Metebelis Three. Around the perimeter of the room are a variety of clocks resting either on boxes or piles of books on chairs. EMMA: What does it do? DOCTOR: (uses the sonic on the clocks) It amplifies your natural abilities - like a microphone. Or a pooper-scooper! The clocks start ticking. ALEC: What exactly is this arrangement? DOCTOR: A psychochronograph. CLARA helps the DOCTOR into a harness. ALEC: Forgive me, but isn't it all a bit, well... make-do and mend? DOCTOR: Non-psychic technology won't work where I'm going. (buckles harness) All I need to do is dive into another dimension, find the traveller, help her escape the monster, get home before the entire dimension collapses and Bob's your uncle. EMMA: Doctor? Will it hurt? DOCTOR: (bends over) No. (straightens) Well, yes. Probably. A bit. Well, quite a lot. I don't know. It might be agony. To be perfectly honest, I'll be interested to find out. The clocks continue ticking. EMMA looks over at ALEC who nods. EMMA looks back at the DOCTOR and takes a few deep breaths. EMMA: (closes eyes) I'm talking to the lost soul that abides in this place. I'm speaking to Hila Tacorian. The DOCTOR slowly picks up the end of the rope on the winch. Some clocks begin to go backwards while others speed forwards. EMMA breaths deeply before opening her eyes and looking straight ahead. There is an electronic whizzing and she gasps. At the other side of the room, the spinning disc has reappeared. The glass shatters and there is a bright light and high wind. DOCTOR: (turns his head to ALEC and CLARA) See? The Witch of the Well! It's a wormhole! (hooks rope to harness) A reality well! A door to the echo universe! (to EMMA) Ready? EMMA: READY! The DOCTOR turns around, looks at the wormhole, cracks his neck and shrugs. DOCTOR: Geronimo. The DOCTOR runs and jumps into the wormhole. DOCTOR: Wah... CLARA, ALEC and EMMA can only watch. INT. WORMHOLE The DOCTOR clings to the rope as he travels/falls through the wormhole. DOCTOR: Whoa... INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT The winch spins as the rope is pulled. CLARA: Doctor! ALEC holds CLARA back. EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR lands. DOCTOR: Whoa! He unbuckles the harness and takes it off, letting it drop to the ground. He then runs off to look for Hila. He skids to a stop at the literal edge of the universe. It looks light a giant floating island in a sea of stars. The wind howls around. The DOCTOR runs back into the woods. DOCTOR: Hila! Hila! Hila Tacorian! The DOCTOR comes to a sudden stop, aware that something else is there with him. There is a whooshing sound. The DOCTOR takes a couple of small steps as he hears a scampering sound. He walks slowly, looking about, trying to find the source. DOCTOR: One... two... (closes eyes) three! (turns around quickly) HILA: (O.C.) Help me! Help! The DOCTOR runs and almost runs into HILA as she runs out of the fog. DOCTOR: Ah! Hila Tacorian, I presume. (grabs her hand and starts to run) HILA: (refuses to move) Who are you? DOCTOR: (comes back) Collapsing universe. You and me, dad, two minutes. No time, complete sentences - abandon planet! (starts off) HILA: Wait! There's something in the mist. DOCTOR: Then run! Run! The two run. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT EMMA watches the wormhole. EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR and HILA keep running. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT EMMA watches the wormhole. EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR and HILA keep running. EMMA: (V.O.) Doctor, Doctor! Come home. Doctor, come home! DOCTOR: Not that way. Which means... probably... They turn back and keep running. HILA: What's wrong? DOCTOR: You know that exit I mentioned? HILA: Yes? DOCTOR: I seem to have misplaced it. They come to a stop as they hear scampering sounds. They back up against each other and turn, frightened. The DOCTOR puts his hands up to calm HILA. He looks around. EMMA: (V.O.) Doctor! DOCTOR: This way! INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT EMMA reaches a hand out towards the wormhole. ALEC still holds CLARA. EMMA: DOCTOR... come home! EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE Something starts to appear in the mist ahead of them. EMMA: (V.O.) Doctor, we're here! DOCTOR: Whoa! The DOCTOR holds up a hand and they both stop. Ahead of them is Caliburn House. HILA: What's that? DOCTOR: An echo house, in an echo universe. Clever psychic, that is just top-notch. The DOCTOR and HILA run for the house. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT EMMA reaches a hand out towards the wormhole. ALEC still holds CLARA. EMMA: Doctor! EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR and HILA keep running. As they get closer, we see the creature is following them. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT EMMA: Doctor! INT. HOUSE, FRONT HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR and HILA enter the house and slam the doors shut behind them. The DOCTOR locks them. Growling and snarling come from the other side. The DOCTOR puts his ear against the door. DOCTOR: It's looking for a way in. The beast rams the door on the other side causing the DOCTOR to jump back. He and HILA run for the music room. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT EMMA: I'm not strong enough! CLARA: Just a few more seconds! EMMA screams. INT. HOUSE, STATUARY HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE DOCTOR: Grab the rope, give it three tugs! Quick as you like! HILA: (puts on harness) What about you? DOCTOR: I'll be next. (takes off tie) HILA tugs the rope as directed. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT ALEC and CLARA see the rope on the winch move. ALEC begins to crank the rope. CLARA keeps her eye on the wormhole, watching for the DOCTOR. INT. HOUSE, STATUARY HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE HILA is pulled into the wormhole. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT ALEC continues to work the winch. HILA falls into the room with a cry. INT. HOUSE, STATUARY HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR uses his tie on the door to keep it closed. INT. HOUSE, HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE The creature makes its way to the door. INT. HOUSE, STATUARY HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR turns to head for the wormhole when he hears a familiar thudding as the creature bangs against the door. DOCTOR: Ah! Oh, that's what that noise was! Lovely. The DOCTOR continues towards the portal. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT With a gasp, EMMA falls from the chair to her knees. ALEC runs over to her. INT. HOUSE, STATUARY HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE The portal dims. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT CLARA: No! ALEC cradles EMMA. INT. HOUSE, STATUARY HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE The portal disappears. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT CLARA runs to the spot where the wormhole was. INT. HOUSE, STATUARY HALL, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR turns around slowly, knowing the creature is on the other side of the door. He takes one step… EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE …and finds himself alone in the woods. The house is gone. He hears the whooshing of the creature and looks around nervously. He kneels down and carefully picks up his bow tie without taking his eyes off the trees. DOCTOR: Oh, dear. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT The TARDIS stands, solitary, outside. The cloister bell tolls. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT CLARA whips her head around. EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR slowly stands. DOCTOR: Oh... dear. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT The cloister bell continues to toll. EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR hears the whooshing and looks around. DOCTOR: Where are you? The DOCTOR hears the creature and runs. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT The cloister bell tolls. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT CLARA looks back to EMMA and ALEC. CLARA: Wake up! (rushes over) WAKE UP! (kneels beside EMMA) Open the thing! EMMA: (sobs into ALEC'S chest) I'm sorry. ALEC: Don't be sorry. Don't be. What you did... (strokes EMMA'S hair) CLARA: Wasn't enough, she needs to do it again. ALEC: She can't. Look at her. CLARA: She HAS to! CLARA stares at ALEC, who in turns looks at the tired EMMA. No one does anything. CLARA: (stands) We can't leave him. (runs from the room) ALEC: (holds EMMA'S head between his hands) I know you feel that you can't do this, Emma, but... look at that woman over there. (looks over at HILA) You saved her. She's only here because of your strength and so am I. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT CLARA runs out to the TARDIS and pulls on the handles to open. CLARA: Oh, come ON! Let me in, you grumpy old cow! There is an electronic buzzing and CLARA turns around to see a copy of herself standing there. CLARA: Whoa! INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT ALEC: I was as lost as her... but being with you... you give me a reason to be, Emma. You brought me back from the dad. ALEC helps EMMA stand. HILA stands as well. EMMA put the "crown" back on. The three of them then join hands. EMMA closes her eyes. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT CLARA: What's this now? The image of CLARA flickers. It is a projection. TARDIS: The TARDIS Voice Visual Interface. I'm programmed to select the image of a person you esteem. Of several billion such images in my databanks, this one best meets the criterion. CLARA: Oh, you are a cow. I knew it! Whatever. You have to help the Doctor. TARDIS: The Doctor is in the pocket universe. CLARA: You can enter the pocket universe. TARDIS: The entropy would drain the energy from my heart. In four seconds, I'd be stranded. In ten, I'd be dad. CLARA: You're talking but all I hear is, "Meh, meh, meh." Come on, let's go! (the projection disappears and she turns to the TARDIS and pounds on the door) Hey, hey, hey! INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT The trio stands, hands held. The crystal in the "crown" glows. EMMA: Doctor? The disc appears and spins. EMMA: Can you hear me? DOCTOR?! EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT CLARA pulls on the door handles of the TARDIS. CLARA: Oh, come ON! The door opens and CLARA smiles before hurrying inside. INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT The portal opens. EMMA: Doctor? Can you hear me? EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR runs and stops, getting his bearings, before continuing on. INT. VORTEX The TARDIS spins through the vortex. INT. TARDIS CLARA holds on for dear life as the TARDIS tumbles. CLARA: Ah! Whoa! WAH! INT. HOUSE, PARLOUR, NIGHT EMMA: Doctor... EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE EMMA: (V.O.) Doctor, we're here. Come home! The house appears again and the DOCTOR heads for it. DOCTOR: Emma? The DOCTOR stops when he hears the whooshing and snarling. He spins around nervously. DOCTOR: What do you want? To frighten me, I suppose, eh? Because that's what you do. You hide... There is an eerie laughing. DOCTOR: You're the bogeyman under the bed. Seeking whom you may devour. Ah! Ah. You want me to be afraid? Then well done. There is a rattling and we see the creature come out from behind a tree. DOCTOR: I am the Doctor... and I am afraid! INT. VORTEX The TARDIS spins through the vortex. CLARA: (V.O.) 'Wah!' INT. TARDIS CLARA clings to the console. CLARA: Oh, oh! Whoa! INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT EMMA: Doctor... hurry! EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR looks around warily. We see the creature behind the DOCTOR, but it's gone when he turns around. The creature laughs. DOCTOR: So why am I still here, huh? Why not just... eat me? Huh? Come on. Because you still need me! Yeah, you need me to piggyback you across. (laughs) To which I say... come on then, big boy... chase me. The DOCTOR runs and the creature chases him. He makes for the edge but the beasts tackles him, knocking him to the ground. DOCTOR: Ah! On his back, the DOCTOR gets his first view of the beast. It looks like it's made of melted wax. It stands over his legs. At that moment, the TARDIS arrives in the sky. CLARA: (V.O.) Woo-hoo! Woo! The DOCTOR laughs as the TARDIS passes over them, knocking the creature backwards allowing the DOCTOR to get up. INT. TARDIS CLARA clings to the console. CLARA: Woo-hoo! EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The TARDIS swings back. CLARA: (V.O.) Woo! The DOCTOR runs towards the TARDIS and grabs hold as it passes. INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, DAY EMMA screams in agony as she falls to her knees. The TARDIS materializes and the DOCTOR leans against it, panting. In front of it, EMMA gasps, HILA and ALEC on either side of her. The DOCTOR comes around from the side just as CLARA opens the door. They exchange a weak high-five. He sees EMMA and hurries over. The DOCTOR puts a hand on EMMA to see that she's OK. He straightens and looks outside the window and the sunlight streams in. He smiles. EXT. HOUSE, DAY The sun is shining brightly after a dismal night of rain. Birds are singing. INT. HOUSE, FRONT HALL, DAY CLARA is walking towards the front door, the DOCTOR following. EMMA comes up behind the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR leans against the door, arms crossed, and looks outside at ALEC, HILA and CLARA. EMMA: You wanted a word? DOCTOR: Well, if that's... EMMA: That's fine. The DOCTOR uncrosses his arms, turns around and looks at EMMA. EMMA: You didn't come here for the ghost, did you? DOCTOR: No. EMMA: You came here for me. DOCTOR: Yes. EMMA: Why? DOCTOR: I needed to ask you something. EMMA: Then ask. DOCTOR: Clara... EMMA: Yes? DOCTOR: (walks over to EMMA) What is she? EMMA: She's a girl. DOCTOR: Yes, but what kind of girl? Specifically. EMMA: She's a perfectly ordinary girl. Very pretty... DOCTOR: Hmm. EMMA: ..very clever... DOCTOR: (turns away) Hmm. EMMA: More scared than she lets on. DOCTOR: (stops at doorway) And that's it, is it? EMMA: Why? Is that not enough? EXT. HOUSE, DAY ALEC stands outside the TARDIS, resting a hand on the door. The DOCTOR approaches with HILA and EMMA. EMMA hugs HILA and the DOCTOR hugs them both. CLARA pushes away from the column she had been leaning against. EMMA: Where will you go? HILA: He can't take me home. History says I went missing. EMMA: But he can change history. DOCTOR: No, no, no, I can't, actually. There are fixed points in time you see... CLARA: (comes over) Hi. DOCTOR: What? CLARA pulls the DOCTOR away. HILA: I knew you were there... I could feel you. EMMA: I know... The DOCTOR takes a step forward but CLARA holds him back. HILA: Have we...? EMMA: We can't have. You haven't even been born yet. DOCTOR: (pulls away from CLARA) No, you can't have met but she can be your great- great-great-great-great-granddaughter. (ALEC joins them) Yours too, of course! But you'd guessed that already, hadn't you? Oh... apparently not. ALEC: The paradoxes... DOCTOR: Resolve themselves, by and large. That's why the psychic link was so powerful - blood calling to blood. Out of time. Not everything ends, eh? (slaps ALEC on the arm as he walks to the TARDIS) Not love. Not always. ALEC: (follows DOCTOR) Doctor, what about, what about... us? Emma and me? DOCTOR: What about you? ALEC: Well, what's supposed to happen? I mean, what do we do now? EMMA comes to stand beside ALEC. DOCTOR: Hold hands... that's what you're meant to do. Keep doing that and don't let go. That's the secret. The DOCTOR claps his hands and heads for the TARDIS. As he does, he remembers when he and CLARA were looking for the ghost. CLARA: (V.O.) Doctor! FLASHBACK MONTAGE INT. HOUSE, MUSIC ROOM, NIGHT CLARA: I'm not happy. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT As the DOCTOR and CLARA leave a particular hall, there is a snarling and scraping sound and a part of something can be seen in the shadows. EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE DOCTOR: Yeah, you need me to piggyback you across. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT DOCTOR: I'm not holding your hand. INT. HOUSE, HALL, NIGHT They slowly look behind them, and, in a flash of lightning, see the outline of something. They scream and run. EXT. HOUSE, DAY DOCTOR: (smacks forehead) I'm so... slow! (turns around) I am slow, I'm notorious for it, that's always been my problem, but I get there in the end. Oh, yes. CLARA: Doctor? DOCTOR: How do sharks make babies? CLARA: Carefully? DOCTOR: No, no, no - happily! CLARA: Sharks don't actually smile. They're just... Well, they've got lots and lots of teeth - they're quite eaty. DOCTOR: Exactly! But birds do it, bees do it - even educated FLEAS do it. Every lonely monster needs a companion. The DOCTOR runs to where he can see into the house. CLARA: (follows) There's two of them?! In the window can be seen one of the creatures. DOCTOR: It's the oldest story in the universe - this one, or any other. Boy and girl fall in love, get separated by events - wr, politics, accidents in time. She's thrown out of the HEX, (puts his arm around CLARA'S shoulders) or he's thrown into it. Since then they've been yearning for each other across time and space - across dimensions - this isn't a ghost story, it's a... love story! (looks at CLARA, realizes what he's done and removes his arm) Sorry. (runs back to the others) Excuse me! Excuse me! Sorry to interrupt the rest of your life. (to EMMA) So... tiny favour to ask... EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The DOCTOR lands and takes off the harness. He runs through the woods. DOCTOR: I'm sorry! I understand now! I can take you to her! I can take you to a safe place far away from here! You can be together! Well, come on then! She's WAITING! The DOCTOR hears the snarling and turns around with a smile. The creature has a long twisted neck and the face is somewhat distorted, almost like it's decomposing. DOCTOR: Well, hello again, you old Romeo, you! (hears the TARDIS) Now... here she comes. INT. VORTEX The TARDIS spins through the vortex. CLARA: (V.O.) Ha-ha! Woo! INT. TARDIS CLARA clings to the console. CLARA: Ah! EXT. WOODS, POCKET UNIVERSE The TARDIS come spinning through the sky. CLARA: (V.O.) 'Woo!' DOCTOR: Get ready to jump.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x09 - Hide"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. SPACE A large ship travels through the stars. It's a working ship, not one for pleasure. On the side are the words "Van Balen Brothers". INT. SHIP, LIVING QUARTERS The computer screen tells us it's scanning. One of the men is sleeping on a bunk. Stuck into the screening where he can see it is a torn photo showing the two brothers and their father. The other brother is also sleeping. A third man is sitting at a table polishing equipment. He has a barcode on his throat and his eyes zoom in on his task like a computer. The computer starts to beep. COMPUTER: Incoming salvage, please validate. Incoming salvage, please validate. Incoming salvage, please validate. Incoming salvage, please validate. The second man stands and walks to the screen as does the third. The screen reads "Zero Salvage Value". MAN 2: Rusty garbage. It's not worth lacing up my boots. MAN 3: Wasting our time. There's no salvage this far out. MAN 2: You're a lucky boy, Tricky. You're an android - you don't get bored. TRICKY: (looks over at sleeping man) He won't turn back. Not with half a cargo. MAN 2: He's not captain. We're equal partners. TRICKY: Yeah, right. (takes sip of drink) EXT. SPACE The TARDIS spins through space INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA is walking around the console, arms crossed. The DOCTOR follows eagerly, trying to persuade her. DOCTOR: You said... CLARA: I know what I said. I was the one who said it. DOCTOR: You said it was looking at you funny. CLARA: I was tired. Overwrought. I didn't mean it. It's an appliance. It does a job. DOCTOR: It's a pretty cool appliance. (taps on console) We're not talking cheese grater here! CLARA: You're not getting me to talk to your ship. That's properly bonkers. DOCTOR: (strokes console) It's OK, it's OK. CLARA: You're like one of those guys who can't go out with a girl unless his mother approves. DOCTOR: It's important to me you get along. I could leave you alone together. CLARA: Now you're creeping me out. DOCTOR: Take the wheel... not the wheel. I'll make it easy - shut it down to basic mode for you. (starts working switches on the console) CLARA: Basic! ‘Cos I'm a girl? (leans on console next to him) DOCTOR: No. The DOCTOR smirks when CLARA'S not looking but wipes it from his face when she glares at him. He turns a key. INT. SHIP, LIVING QUARTERS The TARDIS appears on the computer screen. The first man is now awake and walks over to the others. MAN: Everyone suit up. It's good salvage. I can smell it. MAN 2: (eats) It's just trash. TRICKY: No, look. There's something tasty in the magno-field. The first MAN leans forward and presses a spot on the screen. COMPUTER: Magno-grab ready. Engaging. EXT. SPACE The large aft doors of the ship open and we see energy massing within. INT. SHIP, LIVING QUARTERS MAN: (to MAN 2) Move yourself. The men go to their lockers and put on heavy duty books and cover-alls. The first MAN takes a device from the shelf of a locker and presses the button on top. EXT. SPACE A beam sh*t out from the ship and encompasses the TARDIS. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA is smiling, enjoying her lesson. She flips a switch and the TARDIS goes dark. CLARA: What have I done? The lights start flashing red. DOCTOR: Er... OK. The DOCTOR moves to another section of the console and looks at the screen that displays their location. As he looks, the screen starts cracking. CLARA walks over. CLARA: Doctor? DOCTOR: (flicks numerous switches) All the electrical impulses are jammed. I can't get the shields back up. (grunts as pushes on a lever) She's completely vulnerable. CLARA: I swear I just touched it. The DOCTOR succeeds in moving the lever. However, sparks fly and the TARDIS lurches, throwing the DOCTOR and CLARA backwards. The DOCTOR makes his way back to the console. DOCTOR: Magnetic hobble-field. We're flying right into it. Clara, stay by me! CLARA: (grips side console) Please tell me there's a button you can press to fix this. DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Big friendly button. CLARA: You're lying. DOCTOR: Yep. CLARA: To stop me freaking out? DOCTOR: Is it working? CLARA: Not so much. A device like the one the MAN had on the other ship rolls across the floor. CLARA picks it up and it burns her hand. She drops it with a gasp. There's another explsin and the DOCTOR is thrown back from the console with a scream. Matt Smith Jenna-Louise Coleman DOCTOR WHO "Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS" By Stephen Thompson PRODUCER Marcus Wilson DIRECTOR Mat King INT. SHIP, BAY The TARDIS is brought deeper into the ship by a series of pincers. INT. SHIP, VIEWING ROOM The men watch the ship's progress. TRICKY: What is it, some kind of escape pod? MAN: Come on. The men leave the room. INT. SHIP, HOLD The TARDIS is lying on an angle atop a pile of wires and other pieces of salvage. MAN 2 is holding a large sledgehammer and the first MAN seems to have a saw of some type. MAN: Crack it open. MAN 2 climbs up to the TARDIS and stomps on the door. He then moves on to the sledgehammer. When that doesn't work, he uses the laser. MAN 2: It's doing nothing. MAN: Use the thermo-charge and blast it. (throws device at MAN 2) MAN 2 sets the device on the TARDIS. TRICKY: (runs over) No! No! No! Wait... (puts a hand on the TARDIS) It's like she's alive. She's...she's suffering. I can feel it. I can feel it. MAN: That's just robot-rant. MAN 2: No, Gregor, he's right. Looks like there's a broken fuel line. GREGOR: All right. All right, put it back. No salvage today, boys. Open the bay doors. They scramble back down to the floor beside GREGOR. TRICKY spots something. TRICKY: Wait! TRICKY walks toward the pile of wires and waves the others over. His eyes zoom in on a pair of legs sticking out. TRICKY: Somebody's under that thing. The crew were still on board when we dragged her in. GREGOR: (ushers the others out) We did nothing. If anyone asks, that ship was already busted. You got that? (to TRICKY) And you, make sure you keep your oily-mouth shut. DOCTOR: (sneaks up and whispers) It's rude to whisper. Hi. I'm the Doctor. (shakes MAN 2'S hand) And you are...? (reads nametag) Van Baalen and... (shakes GREGOR'S hand) Van Baalen. Van Baalen and Van Baalen. That's going to get confusing later. GREGOR: We found you drifting. MAN 2: Your ship was junked-up pretty bad. DOCTOR: (whispers) What broke my ship was a magno-grab. (holds up device) Found this remote in your pocket. Eh? What are the chances? Outlawed in most galaxies. This little beastie can disable whole vessels unless you have shield oscillators, (slaps forehead) which I turned off so that Clara could fly... (throws remote back and forth in his hands) Damn it! Clara! Where is she? Girl. (spins around) About so high. Feisty. (looks back at TARDIS) She's still on board! The DOCTOR starts to run for the TARDIS but TRICKY holds him back. TRICKY: No, wait, your pod is leaking fuel. If she's still in there, she's dad. The DOCTOR turns around and looks into the lockers. DOCTOR: Ah. Respirators. (heads for the lockers) GREGOR: We can open the doors for a split second, reach in and grab her. DOCTOR: (grabs respirators and heads back to the TARDIS) Trust me, we can't. Now, please, help me get her out. TRICKY: I'm telling you, she fried... GREGOR: Shut it, tin-mouth! (to DOCTOR) What sort of fee are we talking? DOCTOR: (stands by TARDIS) If you help me get her out, you get the machine, all the scrap, eh? MAN 2: It's not worth the risk. Four feet of metal? Nah. DOCTOR: What if I can guarantee you the best haul you've ever had? GREGOR: Bram, open the bay doors. BRAM and GREGOR start to walk away. DOCTOR: No, no, please, stop! Listen, listen. Right behind those doors is the salvage of a lifetime. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR The corridor is littered with debris. It is glowing red under emergency lights. Wires are hanging from the ceiling. Some are live and sparking. CLARA is lying under a large piece of metal. CLARA: (looks around) Doctor? (pushes the piece off her and sits up) Doctor? CLARA stands and takes a few steps. We can hear the cloister bell in the background. She looks at her hand from where she brned it on the device and sees marks. She blows on it to cool it. She walks down the corridor to a closed door with a red light flashing above it. CLARA: Red flashing light...means something bad. Get out of here fast? Or possibly, whatever you do, don't open this door. CLARA ponders a moment before pressing the button to the right of the door. The door opens and there is an explsin. CLARA: Bad decision. CLARA runs down the corridor to escape the fre. She finds herself in another corridor that was clear of debris. She ducks through another doorway and closes it behind her. Something on the wall catches her eye. It is long scratch marks. She puts her hand up to it and the marks line up with her fingers. INT. SHIP, HOLD The men are putting on gear for going within the TARDIS. The DOCTOR and TRICKY are at the lockers while GREGOR and BRAM walk away. BRAM: Hey, are we really going to risk it? That thing is spewing poison. We should blow it back into space. GREGOR: Get your gear. BRAM: Hey! I don't take orders from my kid brother. GREGOR: Don't try and form sentences, all right? Stick to what you do best. (taps BRAM on the cheek before leaving) BRAM walks back to the lockers, past the DOCTOR who had witnessed the exchange. The DOCTOR watches as TRICKY gets his gear. DOCTOR: Tell me, since when does an android need a blast suit and a respirator? BRAM: Flesh coating, same as us. He'd burn up. TRICKY: No fear, no hate, no pain. TRICKY puts the respirator over his nose and mouth and follows BRAM. The DOCTOR puts on his respirator and goes over to the TARDIS. He stands on the ledge and inserts the key. GREGOR: "Salvage of a lifetime?" DOCTOR: I feel pretty confident I can deliver on that. There we go. The DOCTOR kicks the door open and smoke billows out. The men slip on their goggles and switch on their torches. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The DOCTOR enters first. Even though the TARDIS is lying on its side, it is not reflected inside. GREGOR: I don't get it. I thought she was lying on her side. DOCTOR: The TARDIS is special. She has her own gravity. I'd explain if I had some charts and a board pen. (heads to console) TRICKY: It's... it's bigger... DOCTOR: On the inside. Do you know, I get that a lot. BRAM: Whoa. Awesome! DOCTOR: Well put. Whoa and awesome. (flicks a switch and the smoke is pulled through the vents) Safe to breathe. Everyone removes their respirators. DOCTOR: OK. Now. The last thing I remember, you were right here. (moves to where CLARA had been standing and scans with the sonic) Come on, Clara, talk to me. BRAM: How big is this baby? DOCTOR: Picture the biggest ship you've ever seen. Are you picturing it? BRAM: Yeah. DOCTOR: Good. Now forget it. This ship is infinite. (walks to console and uses controls) GREGOR: It could take you hours to find the girl. DOCTOR: Days! Plus the whole place is toxic. She could be dad by the time I reach her. So. Here's the mission. We're going to find her in one hour. GREGOR: We? DOCTOR: You're my guys for this. GREGOR: That wasn't the deal. DOCTOR: 'Tis now. GREGOR: What makes you think we'll help? The DOCTOR flips two levers and a countdown starts on the screen. DOCTOR: I just activated the TARDIS self-destruct system. One hour until this ship blows. BRAM runs for the door but it slams shut. DOCTOR: Don't try to leave. The TARDIS is in lockdown. I'll open those doors when Clara's by my side. BRAM: You crazy lunatic! DOCTOR: (turns on BRAM) My ship, my rules! GREGOR: You'll kll us all. And the girl. DOCTOR: She's going to die if you don't help me. Don't get into a spaceship with a madman. The men run to the door to try and force it open. DOCTOR: Didn't anyone ever teach you that? OK. A little gentle persuasion. Say 30 minutes. The DOCTOR flicks some switches and presses a button. The countdown changes to 30 minutes. BRAM: She'll die even quicker now! DOCTOR: We all perform better under pressure. Anybody want to go for 15 minutes? (his finger hovers over the button) BRAM: Whoa! GREGOR: Whoa! DOCTOR: It's your own time you're wasting. Salvage of a lifetime. You meant the ship. I meant Clara. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR CLARA hears growling, spots a door and opens it. INT. TARDIS, STORAGE ROOM CLARA closes the door behind her. Immediately to her right is the cradle that had been River's. She touches the mobile and runs a hand along the edge. Further in the room, she sees a toy TARDIS Amy made as a child. She spins it in the air before putting it down on a table. She picks up a magnifying glass and an umbrella. She is not alone in the room. There is a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes. CLARA sees it and runs from the room. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR is leading the way with the sonic screwdriver. GREGOR lags in the back with his hand-held scanner. GREGOR: Report. What's on board this thing? COMPUTER: 'Dynomorphic generators, conceptual geometer, beam synthesiser, orthogonal engine filters.' GREGOR: (catches up to the others) Guys, guys, look. I think we should split up. It's our best chance of finding the girl. You know it is. DOCTOR: (checks watch) Don't touch a thing. The TARDIS will get huffy if you mess. GREGOR: (to TRICKY) Keep in radio contact, all right? TRICKY nods and leaves with the DOCTOR. GREGOR: (to BRAM) Get back to the console. Strip it apart. All right? The brothers split up. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR CLARA runs through the corridors followed by the same creature. We see a little more of it this time. It is ossified, one of its hands stuck to its face. As she runs from it, she passes the observatory with large telescope and the swimming pool. She runs through an open door. INT. TARDIS, LIBRARY CLARA ducks behind a shelf bearing some small bottles. She looks at her brned hand and can see letters forming. She blows on it and looks up distractedly. She steps forward, stunned. CLARA: Now that's just showing off. She sees she is in a large library consisting of five ornate levels. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM BRAM re-enters the room. He walks straight up to the console and tries to open one of the panels. He finally succeeds, setting it on the floor. We hear voices from the past as he walks around the console. SUSAN: (V.O.) I made up the name TARDIS from the initials. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. THIRD DOCTOR: (V.O.) The TARDIS is dimensionally transcendental. JO: (V.O.) What does that mean? ELEVENTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) You sexy thing! IDRIS: (V.O.) See, you do call me that! Is it my name? ELEVENTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) You bet it's your name! FOURTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) That's trans-dimensional engineering. A key Time Lord discovery. NINTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door. Believe me, they've tried. BRAM makes his way to the level underneath the console. MARTHA: (V.O.) It's just a box with that room crammed in! AMY: (V.O.) We are in space! IAN: (V.O.) It can move anywhere in time and space? FIFTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) You've changed the desktop theme, haven't you? INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR GREGOR is still scanning as he slowly walks the corridors. COMPUTER: Everything. GREGOR: What? Report. (stops) COMPUTER: Everything. Behind that door. GREGOR: (faces door) "Everything?" COMPUTER: Sensor detects everything you could possibly want. GREGOR pushes the button to the side of the door and it slides open. INT. TARDIS, ROOM GREGOR enters the room. In front of him, hanging from the centre, were tendrils that look to be both organic and metallic. On some of them were glowing crystals. It looks almost like a tree. GREGOR'S eyes widen. COMPUTER: Everything. GREGOR: I don't understand. Give me a price tag. COMPUTER: Incalculable. GREGOR: What? COMPUTER: More valuable than the total sum of any currency. Living metal. Bespoke engineering. Whatever machine you require, this system will build it. GREGOR puts the computer away. He looks around carefully and edges his way towards one of the crystals. He puts his hands on it and it goes dark. He picks up his laser and begins to cut away at the tendrils. The DOCTOR runs in followed by TRICKY. GREGOR lowers the laser. DOCTOR: No! No, no. Stop! Please! Don't! Don't touch it. Please. She won't let you touch it. I can feel a TARDIS tantrum coming on. (strokes one of the crystals) GREGOR: What the hell is this place? DOCTOR: Architectural Reconfiguration System. It reconstructs particles according to your needs. GREGOR: A machine that makes machines? DOCTOR: Yes. Basically. GREGOR picks up the laser once again. TRICKY: What are you doing? DOCTOR: No, no, don't! Don't! If you walk out of here with that circuit, the TARDIS will try to stop you! Now listen to me. Look, the clock is ticking. We must find Clara! The DOCTOR reaches out a hand slowly. GREGOR yanks the crystal free. The others go dark for a moment before flickering back on. A high-pitch whine causes the DOCTOR and TRICKY to cover their ears. GREGOR puts the crystal into his pack and heads for the door – or where the door had been. TRICKY: What the...? (walks over) Where's the door gone? DOCTOR: Ever see a spaceship get ugly? TRICKY: This isn't happening. (tries to find a way out) DOCTOR: She won't relinquish it. Her basic genetic material. GREGOR: Torch it. GREGOR throws a device at TRICKY. TRICKY catches it but hesitates. GREGOR: I said torch it! TRICKY: Can't you feel it, Gregor? The ship's in torment, like it's a living thing. You can't hurt it. GREGOR activates the device and approaches the wall. The door appears and slides open. GREGOR: What's the matter, TARDIS? Scared to fight me? GREGOR strides out followed by TRICKY. After a moment, the DOCTOR follows. INT. TARDIS, LIBRARY A book on a stand catches CLARA'S attention and she walks towards it. The title is "The History of the Time wr". She opens it and turns a few pages. She leans in as she reads. CLARA: So that's who... She hears the growling again and ducks behind a bookshelf. The creature enters the room. CLARA crawls over to another row of shelves. On one of the shelves above her are bottles containing the Encyclopedia Gallifreyae. She peeks out and sees the creature getting closer. She pulls back, knocking one of the bottles loose. She hears whispers from the spilled bottle and stands to fan it away. The creature comes closer but then runs past her. Quickly, CLARA runs back out the way she came in. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR leads GREGOR and TRICKY through the corridors. They soon end up in the same intersection. TRICKY: It's the same. It's just the same. DOCTOR: It's diverting us, spinning a maze around us. We will never reach Clara in time. GREGOR glares at the DOCTOR and takes the right corridor. DOCTOR: Hey! Hey! The DOCTOR and TRICKY follow GREGOR and enter the same spot from the left. TRICKY: It's just the same, again. DOCTOR: No point in building walls. You'll just know how to smash them down. It's found other ways of controlling you. Smart bunch, Time Lords. No dress sense, dreadful hats, but smart. If you want to get out of here, let that circuit go. It is creating a labyrinth. TRICKY: (into radio) Bram? Bram? Can you hear me? INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM BRAM opens a section under the console to reveal a shaft with a ladder down one side. Running down the center are glowing wires. TRICKY: (over radio) Bram, the ship is alive. Get out of there. Bram, don't touch anything. BRAM: You're just the sweetest thing ever. (enters the shaft) INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA finds herself in the console room and smiles. This does not look like the one BRAM was in as its panels are intact. CLARA: Oh, thank you. (spins around and clasps her hands) Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! (laughs, runs up to the console and kisses it) Ah! Mwah! (looks around) No! The door? (runs to where the door should be) Where's the door gone now? You can't do this! (yells at TARDIS) INT. TARDIS, UNDER CONSOLE ROOM BRAM climbs down the ladder. TRICKY: (over radio) Bram? You've got to get out of there fast. BRAM'S back touches the wires and he grunts in pain. He falls to the floor below. He slowly stands up and brushes himself off. He looks up and sees a creature in the corridor. The creature rushes towards him with a growl. It knocks him to the floor. BRAM screams as he struggles. He soon falls silent and still. Steam rises from the body. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR TRICKY is listening for a response from BRAM. The DOCTOR pulls out the sonic and begins to scan ahead. TRICKY: Channel's dad. We've got to help him. Gregor, do something. Do something! GREGOR: It's too late. He's gone! Let's just worry about the salvage! TRICKY: (shoves GREGOR) You care more about the circuit than you do about him! The DOCTOR comes back and pulls them apart. DOCTOR: Your concern for your brother is really touching. The android is more cut up about it than you. Now will you two stop bickering and listen! There is something else down there. The DOCTOR starts scanning again. TRICKY: We've got to get out of here! Gregor, give it back. Give it back to her. (reaches for the pack) GREGOR: What are you doing? (pushes TRICKY against the wall) You're always on the side of the machines! DOCTOR: Fellas! Multiple life forms on board the TARDIS with us. (backs up until he's level with the others) I am getting a massive signal. TRICKY: Where are they? DOCTOR: Oh, you're not going to like the answer. About two steps away. One step. They slowly turn around and scream as they see the creature. This one seems to be two fused together. It reaches for them and growls. DOCTOR: Gregor, look out! Careful! Gregor! (GREGOR runs down the hall opposite) No! We have to stay together. Come on. Tricky, run! (TRICKY runs) I'm sorry. (runs after TRICKY) INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR CLARA makes her way down a red-lit corridor until she finds herself in… INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM …the same console room as before. She points at the entrance and then at the console before leaving again, puzzled. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR CLARA walks away from the console room entrance and down another corridor. She turns a corner and she's in… INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM …the console room again. She runs back out. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR CLARA stops and scratches her head before running down another corridor. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA runs into the room and up the steps. CLARA: Why are you doing this? INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM TRICKY and the DOCTOR enter the console room. It is not the one BRAM was in and it is not the one CLARA is in. TRICKY: Back where we started. DOCTOR: No. It's an echo. (runs up to the console) The console room is the safest place on the ship. (circles the console) It can replicate itself any number of times. It's trying to protect us. TRICKY: Because I tried to give back the circuit? DOCTOR: Team TARDIS. (pats him on the face) The DOCTOR stars fiddling with the controls and knocks a piece loose. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA is sitting disconsolate as a piece falls from the console. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM TRICKY: Where did... where did that go? DOCTOR: There's more than one echo room. (sees a shadow move and points) Hey, look, look! INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA walks slowly around the console. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM DOCTOR: The TARDIS has got Clara safe. That was her. That was her there. (kisses his fingers and presses them against the column) Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! TRICKY: Why can't we see her? DOCTOR: It's like a light switch. Two positions. Flickering at super-infinite speeds. We're only together for a brief second. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA backs away slowly. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM DOCTOR: Shh! INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA gasps. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The DOCTOR walks slowly around the console. DOCTOR: I can hear her. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA backs away towards the stairs. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The DOCTOR listens for CLARA. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA opens the door and there is another creature there. It runs in and CLARA screams as she runs up to the console. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The DOCTOR hears the scream. DOCTOR: She's let it in. She's let it in! (works the controls) INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA keeps the console between herself and the creature. The creature seems to mimic her movements. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The DOCTOR works different controls. DOCTOR: Ah... if I can just isolate her position, I can nudge the alternation - reach in and grab her. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA tilts her head and the creature tilts its head. CLARA: Who are you? INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM COMPUTER: Console room, echo imprint of the original. The DOCTOR and TRICKY turn around to see GREGOR directly behind them, the computer in his hand. GREGOR: You're coming with me. I need you to get me out of here. The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the computer. COMPUTER: Scanning for female human. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The creature charges at CLARA and she finds herself backed against the wall where the external door would be. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM GREGOR walks around with the scanner. COMPUTER: Scanning for female human. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The creature slowly approaches CLARA, steam rising from its hand. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM GREGOR walks around with the scanner. COMPUTER: Unidentified human. The DOCTOR takes the computer from GREGOR. DOCTOR: It doesn't know Lancashire. TRICKY: What? DOCTOR: It doesn't know sass. Yes! It's found Clara! It's found her. She is right there. The DOCTOR uses the sonic and an image of CLARA pressed against the wall starts to come through. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM CLARA screams as the creature comes towards her. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The DOCTOR puts the sonic into his other hand and pulls CLARA free. She screams as he holds her. She pulls away and spins around, taking deep breaths. DOCTOR: It's all right. Clara, I'm so, so sorry. Please, please forgive me... CLARA punches him in the shoulder and walks away. DOCTOR: Ow! (rubs shoulder) OK, so we're not doing hugging, I get that now. CLARA: What do you keep in here?! Why have you got zombie creatures? Good guys do not have zombie creatures. Rule one. (hits him again) Basic storytelling. DOCTOR: Not in front of the guests. CLARA looks over and TRICKY gives a little wave. CLARA: Who are they? DOCTOR: Friends. Well, people who aren't trying to kll us, so I don't need punching again! CLARA glares at him and walks off to lean against the rail. GREGOR: All right, all right - a deal's a deal. You got the girl back. Now cancel the self-destruct. DOCTOR: Ah. Ah. You know, (claps a hand on GREGOR'S shoulder) I've got to tell you, I won't be needing you in my quiz team. GREGOR: What? DOCTOR: There is no self-destruct. (joke-punches GREGOR) Hey! Hey! Hey! Had you going, though, boys, didn't I? (rubs GREGOR'S head) I just wiggled a few buttons. The old wiggly-button trick. And the face. You've got to do the face. "Save her or we all die." I thought I rushed it a bit, but... TRICKY: So you're telling us we're safe? DOCTOR: Ish. Apart from the monsters and the TARDIS reinventing the architecture every five minutes. Guys, don't worry, the countdown's a fake. Look, just give me just a second. I'll turn it off. (flicks switches) I only made it look as though the engine was actually exploding. (alarm goes off) Ah. (screen reads Engine Overload) That's not good. OK, don't panic, or maybe panic. CLARA: Something you want to share with the rest of us? DOCTOR: It appears the engine is damaged. We're in trouble, Clara. Proper trouble. It needs fixing or we're toast. (runs to the lower level) CLARA: So now would be a good time to use that big friendly button, right? CLARA, TRICKY and GREGOR run after him. DOCTOR: Yeah, sorry, I should have had one built in. He uses the sonic on one of the panels. TRICKY: Where are we going? The panel falls inward. DOCTOR: Detour. (kneels) The centre of the TARDIS. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR leads the way with the sonic down a green-lit corridor. CLARA walks closely behind him followed by GREGOR and TRICKY. A shadow passes the corridor in front of them. CLARA: Shush! Something's in here. TRICKY: Those... things. They've followed us. CLARA: Doctor, what are they? What aren't you telling me? DOCTOR: Trust me. Some things you don't want to know. One of the creatures passes behind them. GREGOR: They're on the move again! DOCTOR: Run! Move, move! They run away. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR CLARA runs and stops when she realizes she's lost the others. CLARA: Doctor? (retraces her steps) Doctor? Again! CLARA continues on and stops at an intersection. She spins around, unable to decide which way to go. She looks down at her brned hand and the letters seem a little clearer. She looks up and sees herself stride down the corridor in front of her. CLARA 2: I know what I said. I was the one who said it. DOCTOR: (V.O.) You said it was looking at you funny. CLARA turns around to go the other way and sees herself. CLARA 2: Now you're creeping me out. CLARA can only stare. CLARA 2: Please tell me there's a button you can press to fix this? CLARA backs away and heads down another corridor. She gasps when she sees the DOCTOR. CLARA: Oh, thank God. Doctor, what's going on? (waves her hand when he doesn't acknowledge her) Say something. The DOCTOR walks up behind her. DOCTOR: Clara, stop. (points) Don't touch it. There's a rupture in time somewhere onboard the ship. A small tear in the fabric of the continuum. It must have happened when the TARDIS was pulled in by the salvage vessel. (takes her hand and pulls her along) The TARDIS is leaking. CLARA: Leaking what? DOCTOR: The past. You and me. Everything we've done, everything we've said. Recent history. It's not real, it's a memory. They stop when they see a creature in front of them. CLARA: (whispers) What about this? DOCTOR: (whispers) If you're giving me the option, I'd say, "This one's real." The DOCTOR pushes CLARA ahead of him as they run away. The creature chases them. DOCTOR: She's right onto us. CLARA: (stops) She? DOCTOR: Clara, don't ask me anymore. The DOCTOR yanks her by the hand and pulls her into a small niche to the side. They press themselves against the wall behind a girder as the creature pauses. On the opposite side, PAST DOCTOR and PAST CLARA walk down the corridor. PAST CLARA: You're like one of those guys who can't go out with a girl unless his mother approves. PAST DOCTOR: It's important to me you get along... The creature follows the past selves. The DOCTOR and CLARA step out from their hiding place. There is a groaning sound and the DOCTOR looks up at the ceiling. CLARA: What's that noise? DOCTOR: We're right under the primary fuel cells. CLARA: So? So? So what? DOCTOR: So... so the fuel has spilled out. So the rods will be exposed. Means they'll cool... CLARA: And start to warp. DOCTOR: And start to warp. Maybe even... CLARA: No. You don't say it. Don't you dare say it. DOCTOR: Maybe even break apart. A large rod sht down at an angle directly in front of them. They back away. CLARA: Run? DOCTOR: I'm liking how you're thinking. CLARA: Yeah. They turn and run down the corridor behind them, ducking and dodging rods as they sht through the walls. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR We hear a groan of pain and see that TRICKY has been impaled through his shoulder by one of the rods. GREGOR is trying to pull it free. TRICKY: Cut it off. Just cut my arm off. GREGOR: No! TRICKY: It's the quickest way to release me. No fear, no hate, no pain. I can get a new one. Disposable parts, just do it. It won't hurt me. GREGOR: Tricky, you don't understand. TRICKY: I'm an android. Cut me! CLARA and the DOCTOR find them. CLARA: You made it through. TRICKY: What's the matter with you? Why won't you cut me? The DOCTOR tries to help GREGOR. DOCTOR: Tell him. (lets go) TRICKY: Tell me what? DOCTOR: You can't, can you? You're a coward. You won't save him, but you're scared to tell him why. TRICKY: What's he going on about? DOCTOR: Robots don't need blast suits. They don't need respirators. They don't get frightened of monsters in the dark. TRICKY: What's he talking about? The DOCTOR shines the sonic in TRICKY'S eyes. DOCTOR: Two bionic eyes and a synthetic voice box. (puts a hand on TRICKY'S uninjured shoulder) But you, my friend, are human. Flesh and blood. TRICKY stares at GREGOR, hurt and lost. GREGOR: It was a joke. TRICKY: Wha...? GREGOR: It was just a stupid joke. We did it to relieve the boredom. DOCTOR: Well, it was very funny. They lied to you. Changed your identity. Just to provide some in-flight entertainment! GREGOR: I'm sorry. You're human, Tricky. DOCTOR: Cut the metal. Cut the metal! (claps his hands) Go! GREGOR picks up the laser and starts cutting the rod. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR leads them down the hall. TRICKY staggers along at the back, his arm bandaged. The DOCTOR looks through the round window in the door. CLARA: Where are we? DOCTOR: Power source. Right, you lot, wait here. I'll check it's safe. We can only survive for a minute or two in there. CLARA: (taps the DOCTOR on the shoulder) Um...what happens if we stay longer? DOCTOR: Our cells will liquefy and our skin will start to burn. CLARA: I always feel so good after we've spoken. DOCTOR: Marvellous. Keep this door shut. (opens door) CLARA: That will not be a problem. The door closes behind him. INT. TARDIS, POWER ROOM The DOCTOR looks around and takes a few breaths as he gets his bearings in the heat-filled room. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR CLARA leans against the wall by the door. GREGOR is diagonally across the corridor from her and TRICKY is leaning against the wall and little ways down from CLARA. GREGOR holds the computer up and it scans CLARA. COMPUTER: Lancashire. Sass. GREGOR: Intelligent sensor. TRICKY: (angry) Ever pointed that thing at yourself, Gregor? What would it see? What sort of person does this to another human? Made them believe they're made of metal! (grabs GREGOR by the arm and turns him around) Who am I? GREGOR rips the patch off his sleeve and hands it to TRICKY. TRICKY looks at it and walks to the end of the hall. INT. TARDIS, POWER ROOM The DOCTOR runs across the catwalk to the far door while using his sonic. It unlocks and the DOCTOR tugs on it and it finally opens. He looks up. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR GREGOR: My mouthy little kid brother. TRICKY: (turns around) Why... why can't I remember? GREGOR: Salvage accident. There was a big explsin. You lost your sight, voice and your memory. TRICKY: And you... you thought of a way you could have some fun with me? (walks closer) I just wanted a brother beside me. GREGOR: You were always the smart one, Tricky. He wanted you to take over. He made you captain. TRICKY: He? GREGOR: Dad. TRICKY: I don't... remember him. INT. TARDIS, POWER ROOM The DOCTOR runs back across the catwalk. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR TRICKY: You did this to me, just to be captain of a heap of junk. TRICKY charges his brother but the DOCTOR arrives to push them apart. CLARA: Stop! DOCTOR: Tricky, listen to me. Ask yourself why he couldn't cut you up. He has just one tiny scrap of decency left in him. You just helped him find that, OK? Now you. Don't ever forget this. INT. TARDIS, POWER ROOM The DOCTOR holds the door open for the others. DOCTOR: OK, move, move, move. The others stop and look up as the DOCTOR moves along the rail. We see what powers the TARDIS. DOCTOR: The Eye of Harmony. Exploding star in the act of becoming a black hole. Time Lord engineering - you rip the star from its orbit, suspend it in a permanent state of decay. This way. (motions with his arm) Quickly. TRICKY and GREGOR follow the DOCTOR. GREGOR is helping his brother across. CLARA stares at the Eye of Harmony a little longer. The DOCTOR opens the far door and a creature is there waiting for them. GREGOR helps him close it. They run back to the other side and GREGOR opens the door and another creature is there. He slams it shut. GREGOR: There's no way out. We're trapped. The DOCTOR runs for the other door and CLARA confronts him. CLARA: You're going to tell me now! If we're going to die in here, tell me what they are. (grabs his arm) DOCTOR: I can't. CLARA: Tell me! What's the use in secrets now? DOCTOR: (grips her head) Secrets protect us. Secrets make us safe. CLARA: (pushes his hands away) We're not safe! GREGOR uses the scanner on one of the creatures as it pounds on the door. COMPUTER: Sensor detects animal DNA, human core element. Calculating data. Calculating data. The DOCTOR hears and runs over. DOCTOR: No, no. Turn it off! COMPUTER: Lancashire. Sass. Identifiable substance. Clara. The DOCTOR turns slowly to look at CLARA. GREGOR and TRICKY head back to the other door. CLARA: That's me. (takes a few steps towards the DOCTOR) DOCTOR: I'm so sorry. CLARA: (looks through the window) It's me. I burn in here. DOCTOR: It isn't just the past leaking out through the time rift. It's the future. Listen, (holds her face) I brought you here to keep you safe, but it happened again. You died again. CLARA: What do you mean, again? The DOCTOR runs a hand over his face and hair. One of the creatures has his hand fused to his face. The DOCTOR takes his hand from his face and stares at it. TRICKY and GREGOR stand side-by-side at the door. One of the creatures is made of two joined together at the side. DOCTOR: Hang on. As long as we interrupt the timeline, this can't happen. (runs to the other door and pushes the brother apart) Don't touch each other, otherwise the future will reassert itself. The DOCTOR pulls them to the centre of the catwalk as the creatures push through the door. One grabs GREGOR'S pack. The DOCTOR helps TRICKY. DOCTOR: Gregor! Gregor, let go of the circuit. TRICKY: Just let it go! DOCTOR: Gregor! TRICKY: Gregor! GREGOR slips out of the pack and backs away to the others. TRICKY takes a swing at the creature and it falls over the rail. They rush towards the door and pull away when the "double" creature appears at the door. They run towards the other and the last creature punches a hand through the window. They group in the middle of the catwalk. DOCTOR: OK. Er... er... TRICKY goes at the creature with a crowbar, When it's down low, he kicks it off the rail. It falls and TRICKY nearly falls off himself, holding onto the ledge. GREGOR goes to help him. GREGOR: Tricky! The DOCTOR and CLARA look back. DOCTOR: Don't touch him, or time will reassert itself. GREGOR helps TRICKY back onto the catwalk but they soon become fused together and turn into the creature. They come after the DOCTOR and CLARA who run out the other door and close it behind them. INT. TARDIS, CORRIDOR The DOCTOR sonics the lock on the door. DOCTOR: The engine room. The heart of the TARDIS. The DOCTOR takes CLARA by the hand and leads her through another door. INT. TARDIS, ENGINE ROOM They go through the door and nearly fall off a cliff ledge. CLARA: We're outside. DOCTOR: No, we're still in the TARDIS. CLARA: There's no way across. DOCTOR: No. OK, you're right. CLARA: So what do we do? Time for a plan. Do you have a plan? DOCTOR: Well, no. No plan, sorry. CLARA: If you don't have a plan, we're dad! DOCTOR: Yes, we are. So just tell me. CLARA: Tell you what? DOCTOR: Well, there's no point now, we're about to die, so just tell me who you are. CLARA: You know who I am. DOCTOR: No, I don't! I look at you every single day, and I don't understand a thing about you. Why do I keep running into you? (heads for the door) CLARA: Doctor, you invited me - you said... DOCTOR: (walks back) Before that. I met you in the Dalek Asylum. There was a girl in a shipwreck, and she died saving my life. And she was you. CLARA: She really wasn't. DOCTOR: Victorian London. There was a governess who was a barmaid, and we fought the Great Intelligence together, she died, and it was my fault - and she was you. CLARA: You're scaring me. DOCTOR: What are you, eh? Are you a trick, a trap? CLARA: I don't know what you're talking about. CLARA backs away from the DOCTOR and almost falls off the ledge. The DOCTOR grips her in a huge hug. She grips him back and gasps. DOCTOR: All right. All right. (ends the hug) You really don't, do you? CLARA: I think I'm more scared of you right now than anything else on that TARDIS. DOCTOR: You're just Clara, aren't you? The DOCTOR laughs as he touches CLARA'S face and pinches her cheeks. He takes her in another hug. CLARA: OK. I don't know what the hell this is about, but the hug is really nice. DOCTOR: (ends hug) We're not going to die here. This isn't real! It's a snarl. (throws a rock over the edge) CLARA: What? DOCTOR: What does a wounded animal do? It tries to scare everyone away. We're close to the engine. The TARDIS is snarling at us, trying to frighten us off. We need to jump. CLARA: You're insane. DOCTOR: We'll cross a portal to the engine. The DOCTOR claps his hands and he and CLARA back up to the door. CLARA: How can you be so sure? DOCTOR: Well, I can't. CLARA: OK, well, that's watertight. DOCTOR: (wags his finger at her) Hey, now, Clara, I've piloted this ship for over 900 years. Trust me this one time, please. (she arches an eyebrow at him) OK. OK. As well as all the other times. Ready? Geronimo. They run and leap off the cliff only to land in a white room. Suspended throughout the room are pieces of machinery. The DOCTOR and CLARA walk through it. DOCTOR: The heart of the TARDIS. The engine - it's already exploded. It must have been the collision with the salvage ship. CLARA: We're not dad. DOCTOR: She wrapped her hands around the force. Froze it. CLARA: So... so it's safe? DOCTOR: Temporary fix. Eventually, this whole place will erupt. There's no way I can save her now. She's just always been there for me, taken care of me. And now it's my turn and I don't know what to do. It... it just... CLARA comes up and takes the DOCTOR'S hand in hers. The DOCTOR feels the burns and looks at her palm. DOCTOR: (smiles) Oh, Clara. Oh. You are beautiful. The letters on CLARA'S hand spell out "Big Friendly Button". DOCTOR: (cups her face) Beautiful fragile human skin. (kisses her palm) Like parchment. Thank you. (takes out sonic) The rift in time. All the memories leaking out. I need to find the moment we crashed. I need to find... the music. (music fills the room) The DOCTOR takes CLARA by the hand and runs from the room. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The DOCTOR and CLARA enter the console room using the sonic screwdriver to guide them. He spots a crack in the wall under the console and walks over to it. DOCTOR: The time rift. Recent past. Possible future. CLARA: What are you going to do? The DOCTOR has the remote for the magno-grab and uses the sonic to write on it. DOCTOR: Rewrite today, I hope. I've thrown this through the rift before. I need to make sure this time. Going to take it in there myself. There might be a certain amount of yelling. CLARA: It's going to hurt? DOCTOR: Things that end your life often do that. (heads for the rift) CLARA: Wait! All those things you said. How we've met before. How I died... DOCTOR: (walks back to CLARA) Clara, don't worry. You'll forget. Time mends us. It can mend anything. CLARA: I don't want to forget. Not all of it. The library. I saw it. You were mentioned in a book. DOCTOR: (pulls back a little) I'm mentioned in a lot of books. (starts back to the rift) CLARA: You call yourself Doctor. (he points at her) Why do you do that? You have a name. I've seen it. In one corner of that tiny... The DOCTOR hurries back and presses a finger to her lips. DOCTOR: If I rewrite today, you won't remember. You won't go looking for my name. CLARA: You'll still have secrets. DOCTOR: (gently pats her cheek) Better that way. The DOCTOR psychs himself up and then steps into the rift. He screams in agony before disappearing for CLARA'S view. INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM Sparks fly and the TARDIS lurches, throwing the DOCTOR and CLARA backwards. The DOCTOR makes his way back to the console. DOCTOR: Magnetic hobble-field. We're flying right into it. Clara, stay by me! CLARA: (grips side console) Please tell me there's a button you can press to fix this. DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Big friendly button. CLARA: You're lying. DOCTOR: Yep. CLARA: To stop me freaking out? DOCTOR: Is it working? CLARA: Not so much. The DOCTOR reaches through the rift and calls to his past self who has been knocked against the rail. DOCTOR: Doctor. Doctor. I'm from your future. We haven't got long. It's a reset dial. The DOCTOR dissipates into air and the device falls from his hand and rolls across the floor. CLARA picks it up and it burns her hand. DOCTOR: No! No! CLARA lets go of the device and the DOCTOR dives to catch it. He looks at the device and laughs as he reads it. DOCTOR: Big friendly button. The DOCTOR laughs and presses the button. The screen goes white. INT. SHIP, LIVING QUARTERS The TARDIS disappears from the screen. TRICKY: I don't get it. It was on screen, then it was gone. BRAM: Hey, robot, go get me some food, I'm starving. GREGOR: Oi, leave him alone. BRAM: What's the matter with you? GREGOR: Maybe I've just got a little tiny scrap of decency. BRAM scoffs and walks away. GREGOR claps TRICKY on the shoulder and leaves. TRICKY smiles. We see the photo from before but this is no longer ripped and includes TRICKY. EXT. SPACE The TARDIS spins through space INT. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM The DOCTOR is polishing the centre column as CLARA enters having changed and showered. She leans against the console. CLARA: I feel exhausted. I feel... DOCTOR: We've had two days crammed into the space of one? CLARA: Why would you say that? DOCTOR: (works controls) I don't know. I say stuff. Ignore me. (pauses) Do you feel safe? CLARA: Of course. DOCTOR: (spins to face her) Give me a number out of ten. Ten being whoo-hoo, one being aarrrggh! CLARA: You're being weird. DOCTOR: I need to know if you feel safe. I need to know... you're not afraid. CLARA: Of? DOCTOR: The future. Running away with a spaceman in a box. Anything could happen to you. CLARA: That's what I'm counting on. Push the button. (leaves) The DOCTOR smiles and tosses the cloth onto the console with a hook sht. He then pulls the dematerialization lever.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x10 - Journey to the Centre of TARDIS"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. STREET, NIGHT Workers trudge up the cobbled street away from the mills, their tall chimneys belching smoke. MAN: (V.O.) If I have not returned in an hour, you must fetch the police. INT. FACTORY, HALL, NIGHT In the hall, a young WOMAN is with a MAN. WOMAN: Edmund! (kisses him) EDMUND: Don't fret, Effie, my dear. All will be well. But we must get to the bottom of this dark and qeer business, no matter what the cost. EDMUND walks down the hall to the door at the end. There is a round window in the door and we can see a red glow. He looks back at EFFIE before going through the doorway. Almost as soon as he had gone through, the lift arrives. EFFIE turns around to see a number of women exit, all clad in demure black gowns with black bonnets. EFFIE: Mrs Gillyflower! In the centre of the group is an older woman, MRS GILLYFLOWER. She speaks with a local accent. GILLYFLOWER: We have come about your husband, my dear. A tragedy. EFFIE: My husband? GILLYFLOWER: Your... late husband. EFFIE: There must be some mistake. My husband is quite well. An agonized scream comes from behind the closed door. EFFIE looks at the door before turning back to face GILLYFLOWER. The woman has a look of feigned concern on her face. GILLYFLOWER: We are so very sorry for your loss. EFFIE screams as the other women advance towards her. INT. MORGUE, DAY The CORONER lowers the sheet from the body to reveal it to EDMUND'S brother, Mr THURSDAY. EDMUND'S skin is a deep red and his face is set in terror. CORONER: Hell fre! That's put me right off me mash. Another one! THURSDAY: (holds handkerchief over nose and mouth) Another? CORONER: He's not the first I've had in 'ere looking like that. The Crimson Horror! That's what they're calling it! THURSDAY: I have no interest in the deplorable excesses of the penny-dreadfuls. (turns to leave) CORONER: (snaps fingers) Hey, hey. Payment in advance, flower. THURSDAY reaches into his pocket and takes out some coins. He reaches across the body to pay the CORONER. The CORONER grabs his hand. CORONER: Taking a big risk, you see, I am. They'd have my vitals for fiddle-strings if they knew I'd let you come to have a look at one of their precious stiffs. THURSDAY: (pulls hand free) This "stiff" is my brother. I've come up from London to bring him home. (walks away) CORONER: Oh, aye? LONDON EXT. STREET, DAY A horse-drawn hansom cab passes in front of an impeccably kept row of white houses, probably somewhere in Mayfair. THURSDAY: (V.O.) Thank you for agreeing to this meeting, I'm told you are the investigator to see if there are strange goings-on. INT. VASTRA'S HOUSE, CONSERVATORY, DAY VASTRA sits in a large wicker chair, JENNY standing at her side. THURSDAY sits in the chair opposite. VASTRA: I read of your brother's death. Another victim of the Crimson Horror, I believe? THURSDAY: So it is claimed. He was a newspaper man. He and a young woman were working undercover. (leans forward) Tell me, Madame, do you know what an optogram is? VASTRA: It is a silly superstition, sir. The belief that the eye can retain an image of the last thing it sees. FLASHBACK INT. MORGUE, DAY THURSDAY takes a photograph of his brother's staring eyes. INT. VASTRA'S HOUSE, CONSERVATORY, DAY THURSDAY stands and reaches into his pocket. He takes out a photograph and hands it to JENNY. JENNY passes it to VASTRA. VASTRA: (removes veil) Good grief! THURSDAY: Oh, God! (faints) INT. VASTRA'S HOUSE, DARK ROOM, DAY JENNY is making enlargements of the photograph. She clips it on the line to dry and looks closer. JENNY: Well, I'll be blowed! I think, Madame, that we'd better make plans to head North! VASTRA comes over to look at the photo. In the dad man's eye is the DOCTOR. Matt Smith Jenna-Louise Coleman DOCTOR WHO "The Crimson Horror" By Mark Gatiss PRODUCER Marcus Wilson DIRECTOR Saul Metzstein INT. CARRIAGE, DAY VASTRA and JENNY are facing forward and STRAX is facing them. VASTRA: According to my research, Sweetville's proprietor holds recruitment drives for her little community. She is only interested in the fittest and the most beautiful. STRAX: You may rely on me, ma'am. VASTRA: I was, in fact, speaking to Jenny. STRAX: Jenny? If this weak and fleshy boy is to represent us, I strongly recommend the issuing of scissor grenades, limbo vapour and triple-blast brain splitters. VASTRA: What for? STRAX: Just generally. Remember, we are going to the North. EXT. BUILDING, DAY A poster has been pasted to the brick wall. It reads "Tonight! In Person! Mrs. Winifred Gillyflower on the Present Moral Decay and the Coming Apocalypse!" GILLYFLOWER: (V.O.) Bradford, that Babylon for the Moderns, with its crystal light and its glitter. INT. CHURCH HALL, DAY Mrs. GILLYFLOWER is standing at the raised podium flanked by two young men and two young women, all dressed in black. To one side is a screened area and on the other is an easel with a cloth draped over it. There is a large audience. JENNY is in the audience. GILLYFLOWER: All aswarm with the wretched ruins of humanity. Men and women crushed by the devil's juggernaut! And moral turpitude can destroy the most delicate of lives. Believe me, I know. I know. One of the young women pulls a cord and the screen opens to reveal another young woman sitting down and dressed in a light grey coat. GILLYFLOWER: My own daughter. Blinded in a drunken rage by my late husband! (the daughter turns around) Her once-beautiful eyes, pale and white as mistletoe berries. (the daughter stands and walks across the stage with a cane) And what, my friends, is your story? Will you be found wanting when the End of Days is come, when judgement rains down upon us all? Or will you be preserved against the coming apocalypse? Do not despair! I offer a way out! There is a different path! Sweetville! (the daughter removes the drape on the easel to reveal an artistic rendering of an idyllic village) Join us! Join us in this shining city on the hill! (sings) Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire... LATER JENNY is in line to sign up to join Sweetville. GILLYFLOWER: You wish to join us, my dear? JENNY: If it's all the same with you, ma'am. GILLYFLOWER: Oh, yes, dear. You'll do very nicely. GILLYFLOWER hands JENNY the pen and she signs the ledger. EXT. ALLEY, DAY VASTRA and STRAX stand opposite a wall bearing one of the posters for Mrs. GILLYFLOWER'S lecture. VASTRA: If our strategy is to succeed, Jenny will infiltrate deep into the black heart of this place. STRAX: And how will she locate the Doctor? VASTRA: To find him, she needs only to ignore all keep-out signs, go through every locked door, and run towards any form of danger that presents itself. STRAX: Business as usual, then. VASTRA: Business as usual. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, ATTIC HALL, DAY Mrs. GILLYFLOWER'S daughter, ADA, climbs a spiral staircase with her cane under her arm and a plate in hand. She reaches the top of the stairs and walks up to a locked door. She fumbles with her hand on the door until she finds a handle. She kneels and slides a panel up from the bottom. She pushes the plate inside and closes the panel. ADA: Did you think I'd forgotten you, dear monster? Hmm? There is a loud rattle of heavy chains just inside the door and ADA pulls back. She stands and heads back down the stairs using her cane. EXT. STREET, DAY THURSDAY walks up to the door of a non-descript door, pushing hanging sheets out of the way. He uses the door knocker and the door opens. THURSDAY: I have travelled from London expressly to see Madame Vastra. If you'd be so kind as to announce me, my good man. (hands over his calling card) STRAX: Whom should I say is calling? THURSDAY looks up, sees STRAX and promptly faints. INT. VASTRA'S HOUSE, PARLOR, DAY THURSDAY is unconscious on the couch and STRAX is using a lady's fan to give him air. VASTRA is sitting on a chair looking at a photograph. STRAX: It asked for permission to enter and then it fell over. What are we to make of it? VASTRA: I imagine Mr Thursday wants to know what progress we are making. (stands) The question is, how did the Doctor's image come to be preserved on a dad man's eye? It is a scientific impossibility. I wonder how Jenny is getting on. STRAX: If she hasn't made contact by nightfall, I suggest a massive frontal asault on the factory, Madame. Casualties can be kept to perhaps as little as 80%. VASTRA: I think there may be subtler ways of proceeding, Strax. STRAX: Suit yourself. (turns back to fanning THURSDAY) INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, HALL, DAY JENNY is waiting in a long line for entry into the community. A young local woman stands beside her. WOMAN: I'm dad nervous, aren't you? They have to be sure, you see. Only the best for Sweetville! I hope me teeth don't let me down. I'm Abigail. JENNY: Pleased to meet you. ABIGAIL: You're not local, are you? JENNY: Nah. Up from London. ABIGAIL: Different here, I bet. JENNY: Oh, yeah! Like a bleedin' horse-market. Do you know anyone who's come to live here? In Sweetville, I mean. ABIGAIL: I... I had a pal who come here three month back. She wrote to tell me how perfect it all were. Funny, though. I've not heard a peep from her since. MAN: (O.C.) Next, please! ABIGAIL: Hang on. We're moving. ABIGAIL steps forward and JENNY slips over to a door marked "No Entry". JENNY looks around then unrolls her lock- picks. ABIGAIL: What you doin'? JENNY: (works the lock) Do us a favour. Cause a distraction. ABIGAIL: What? JENNY: Swoon. Have a funny turn. Fit of the vapours. ABIGAIL: Are you crackers? JENNY: Go on. There's a guinea in it for you. (holds out the coin) ABIGAIL: (takes coin) Done. ABIGAIL takes deep wheezing breaths and faints. The people in line rush to her aid and JENNY slips through the door unnoticed. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, HALL, DAY JENNY opens a large heavy door. INT. SWEETVILLE, FACTORY FLOOR, DAY JENNY enters the room and looks around in amazement. As she walks into the room, we hear machinery. JENNY covers her ears and we see the sound is a recording projected by three large bell-shaped speakers. She steps past them, uncovers her ears and looks around at the large empty space. She sees some men crossing the floor carrying large glass flasks and ducks behind one of the speakers. In one of the flasks she can see a red liquid. They enter a lift. INT. MORGUE, DAY The CORONER pushes open a curtain revealing a number of glass jars on shelves. VASTRA looks over his shoulder. CORONER: Them new manufacturers can do 'orrible things to a person. 'Orrible. I've pickled things in here that'd fair turn your hair snowy as top of Buckden Pike. (rubs tongue along lips in anticipation) VASTRA: You know what I'm looking for. CORONER: Oh, aye. All them bits found in't canal. The Crimson Horror! The CORONER bends over and picks up a long-necked bottle containing a red liquid. He turns and gives it to VASTRA who lifts her veil. VASTRA: It hardly seems possible. CORONER: Eh? VASTRA: I think... I think I've seen these symptoms before. CORONER: Oh, aye? VASTRA: A long time ago. CORONER: Oh, aye? How long? VASTRA: (turns around) About 65 million years! INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, PARLOUR, DAY Mrs. GILLYFLOWER and ADA are sitting to dinner. ADA sits ramrod straight, delicately eating her soup as her mother slouches forward and slurps her soup. ADA: I trust you had a pleasant day, Mama? GILLYFLOWER: Tolerable. ADA: Will Mr Sweet ever join us for dinner, Mama? GILLYFLOWER: Mr Sweet is rather tired tonight, I fear. We see there is a third place setting that remains untouched. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER reaches for the salt cellar and knocks it over, spilling some on the table. GILLYFLOWER: Dear me. How clumsy I'm getting. (tosses salt over her shoulder) To keep the Devil at bay. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER looks up at the man waiting on them. He nods and walks away. When she's sure he can't see, GILLYFLOWER pulls the napkin from the neckline of her gown and puts some salt down inside. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, HALL, DAY JENNY steps out of the lift and into the hall. She looks both ways and sees it is empty. At one end is a door with a round window through which she could see red. JENNY walks cautiously towards the door and peers through the window. She hears a noise and walks to the other end of the hall and finds the spiral staircase. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, ATTIC HALL, DAY She climbs the stairs and hears the banging coming from the room that contains ADA'S "monster". She steps up to the door and tries the handle to find it locked. She kneels down and lifts the panel to peer inside. A hand reaches out and grabs her neck. The skin is red. JENNY falls back as the hand lets go and the panel slams shut. JENNY stands and goes to the door. JENNY: All right, mate. You just stay calm now! (chains slam against the door) I could open this door. Would you like that? (chains rattle a little softer) Thought you might. But you and me has got to come to an arrangement, savvy? (chains knock again) Now, you stand well back. (takes out lock-picks) Do you hear me? I don't mean no harm to ya'. But you try anything funny and I'll leave you here to rot. Is that understood? (two knocks) Right. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, ATTIC ROOM, DAY JENNY slowly opens the door. Standing directly opposite the door is a figure wearing combinations. JENNY: Doctor? We see it is the DOCTOR. His skin is red like the bodies found in the canal. His mouth his locked open and he reaches out towards her with a groan. He lunges towards her awkwardly, a regular Frankenstein's monster. JENNY: What's happened to you? The DOCTOR grunts and looks over to his clothes lying on the floor. JENNY: Can't you speak? The DOCTOR groans and JENNY tentatively taps his face and it sounds like wood. JENNY: Right. We're getting out of here. (works the locks on the shackles) INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, HALL, DAY JENNY helps the DOCTOR walk down the hall. He has his boots on but moves straight-legged, knees unable to bend. JENNY: Come on! They pass the lift that is on its way up. JENNY: Come on! (hurries the DOCTOR along) The lift opens and ADA steps out. She listens as the DOCTOR and JENNY keep walking but dismisses it. She walks the way JENNY and the DOCTOR had come from while the latter make their way through the door at the end of the hall. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, "RED" HALL, DAY JENNY looks stops and looks through a large window and the DOCTOR looks over her head. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, VAT ROOM, DAY A large vat bubbles away with the red liquid. A large rack is moved over the vat with six people suspended from it. A man moves a lever and the people are lowered into the liquid. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, "RED" HALL, DAY JENNY: Oh, my God. (looks at the DOCTOR) The DOCTOR raises his arm and points down the hall. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, ATTIC HALL, DAY ADA approaches the door, another plate in her hand. ADA: You're all I have, monster. But all will be well. Imperfect as we are, there be will room for us in the new Jerusalem! ADA puts her hand on the door and it moves. She pushes it open. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, ATTIC ROOM, DAY ADA enters the room moving her cane back and forth over the floor. It hits the unlocked chains. She kneels down and feels with her hands. ADA: No... NO! Where are you, monster? Where are you? INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, "RED" HALL, DAY JENNY helps the DOCTOR to what looks to be a booth set into the wall. With a groan, the DOCTOR reaches both arms towards the handle on the door. JENNY: What is it? You want to go there? The DOCTOR groans even louder. JENNY opens the door and helps the DOCTOR inside, handing him his clothes. The DOCTOR reaches into his pocket and pulls out the sonic screwdriver and uses it on the controls. JENNY closes the door and ducks out of sight as two of GILLYFLOWER'S "helpers" walk by the open door. Strange noises come from the booth and a green light shows through the slates. Suddenly the door opens and the rejuvenated – and clothed – DOCTOR pops out. DOCTOR: Ah! Missed me? JENNY: Doctor! DOCTOR: Jenny! Jenny, Jenny, Jenny! (runs down the hall, jumps in the air and clicks his heels) Just when you think your favourite lock-picking Victorian chambermaid will never turn up! (slides back to JENNY) Jenny! (dips her and kisses her) The DOCTOR pulls her back up and slaps him. DOCTOR: You've no idea how good that feels! Right! Mrs Gillyflower! We've got to stop her! (backs towards the door) And then there's Clara. Poor Clara. Where's Clara? JENNY: Clara? Doctor, wait! DOCTOR: Can't. Clara. Got to find. (leaves) JENNY: What happened to you? How long have you been like that? DOCTOR: (slides back) Days. Weeks. Don't know. Long story. I'll keep it short. FLASHBACK EXT. STREET, DAY The TARDIS materializes and the DOCTOR steps out, followed by CLARA. CLARA is dressed in a period gown and the DOCTOR has a bowler. DOCTOR: OK. Not London 1893. Yorkshire 1893. Near enough. (closes TARDIS door) CLARA: You're making a habit of this. Getting us lost. DOCTOR: Sorry. It's much better than it used to be. (puts a companionable arm around her shoulder) I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow Airport. CLARA: What for? DOCTOR: Search me. Anyway... A woman screams. DOCTOR: Brave heart, Clara! They run towards the scream. EXT. CANAL SIDE, DAY A body is floating face-down in the water. Its skin is red and it's clothed in white combinations. EDMUND is being restrained by a policeman. EDMUND: It's another one, don't you see? Another victim! Why won't any one of you listen? DOCTOR: We'll listen. EXT. SWEETVILLE GATES, DAY EDMUND walks with them to the gates of Sweetville and they look through the bars into the courtyard. EDMUND: Mrs Winifred Gillyflower. An astonishing woman. A prize-winning chemist and mechanical engineer. So why... DOCTOR: Why has she decided to open up a match factory in her old home town? EDMUND: And no-one who ever goes to live there ever seems to come out. INT. MORGUE, DAY The DOCTOR, CLARA, EDMUND and the CORONER look at the body. EDMUND: Same as the rest. All dad from causes unknown and their flesh...glowing. CORONER: Like something manky in a coal cellar. They keep turning up in't canal. The Crimson Horror! DOCTOR: Ooh. Good name. Hey, that's good, isn't it? The Crimson Horror! I wonder what it is. (examines boyd's eye with magnifying glass) Do you know the old Romany superstition, Clara? That the eye of a dad person retains an image of the last thing it sees? CLARA takes a look for herself. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER is reflected in the eye. DOCTOR: Nonsense, of course. Unless the chemical composition of the body has been massively corrupted. The DOCTOR rubs the skin with his white gloves. LATER The DOCTOR uses the lab's chemistry set to analyze the red liquid. DOCTOR: Wow. This is nasty. An organic poison. A sort of venom. And you think it's connected to Sweetville? EDMUND: I do. DOCTOR: Well, then, we need a plan! INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, PARLOR, DAY GILLYFLOWER: Doctor and Mrs Smith. Oh, yes. You'll do very nicely. The DOCTOR and CLARA stand side-by-side, acting as a couple. The DOCTOR speaks in a broad Northern accent. DOCTOR: Oh, grand. Smashing. Eh, the missus and I couldn't be more chuffed, could we, love? (puts an arm around her shoulders and hugs) EXT. SWEETVILLE COURTYARD, DAY The DOCTOR and CLARA have linked arms and are following Mrs. GILLYFLOWER as she escorts them by the houses. GILLYFLOWER: Sweetville will provide you with everything you need. You won't have to worry about a thing... ever again. CLARA: (Northern accent) The name. Sweetville. GILLYFLOWER: Yes? CLARA: Why not name it after yourself? After all, it's your creation. DOCTOR: Gillyflowertown, eh? Gillyflowerland! You could have roller-coasters. GILLYFLOWER: (stops) It is named in tribute to my partner. DOCTOR: Your late partner? GILLYFLOWER: No. My... silent partner. Mr Sweet likes to keep himself to himself. Shall we move on? (motions to door) DOCTOR: Who lives here? GILLYFLOWER: Oh, names don't matter here. All you need to know is that we only recruit the brightest and the best. (pats CLARA on the cheek) Mrs. GILLYFLOWER opens the door. The DOCTOR and CLARA look in to see a tableau of a husband and wife sitting motionless at their afternoon tea. They are covered by a giant bell jar hooked up to bellows. Men come up behind the DOCTOR and CLARA and the women come from inside the house. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, VAT ROOM, DAY The DOCTOR is on a rack and lowered into a bubbling vat. He is conscious as he goes under. LATER CLARA is one of many women standing in a row, catatonic. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER walks in front of them as if they are soldiers on parade. ADA stands opposite the women. GILLYFLOWER: Like pretty maids all in a row. The process improves with every attempt! Mr Sweet is such a clever old thing. (looks down on the floor) Oh, into the canal with the rejects, Ada. (leaves) ADA: Yes. ADA walks over to the reject pile and hears a grunt. She kneels down and reaches out a hand and finds another that moves. ADA: Ma... ADA puts her hand in the palm of the other and it grips hers. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, ATTIC ROOM, DAY ADA locks the shackles around the DOCTOR'S wrists. ADA: Sometimes, the preservation process goes wrong. Only Mr Sweet knows why. And only Mama is allowed to talk to Mr Sweet. But if you're very good, you can stay here. You'll be my secret. My special monster. (puts her fingers on his face) Shh. ADA walks to the door and the DOCTOR grunts and reaches out to her. She closes the door. LATER The DOCTOR sits on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him. There is a noise from outside and the door bursts open and EDMUND enters screaming, dressed in combinations and dripping with venom. The last thing he sees is the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR puts his hands out and EDMUND falls to the floor. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, HALL, NIGHT The DOCTOR winds up his story and he walks with JENNY. DOCTOR: Poor Edmund must have come looking for us. And then fallen into a vat of the pure venom. (looks out window) Or was pushed. Didn't stand a chance. JENNY: What is that stuff, though? DOCTOR: (crosses hall) Deadly poison. (scans with sonic) And Mrs Gillyflower's dipping her Pilgrims in a dilute form to protect them. Preserve them. Process didn't work on me. Maybe because I'm not human. I ended up on the reject pile. (looks out different window) JENNY: Preserve them against what? DOCTOR: Well, according to her, the coming apocalypse! (whistles as he spins his finger on the side of his head) JENNY: "When the End of Days is come and judgement rains down upon us all..." DOCTOR: (turns around and looks at her) What? JENNY: Nothing. DOCTOR: (walks back to her) No, what? JENNY: Something Mrs Gillyflower said. One of her sermons. Madame will come looking for me. We'd best get on. DOCTOR: Yes! Clara, got to find Clara. (hurries off) JENNY: But, Doctor... Clara's dad. Isn't she? DOCTOR: (turns in doorway) It's complicated. EXT, STREET, NIGHT STRAX halts the horse pulling the carriage. STRAX: Horse! You have failed in your mission. We are lost, with no sign of Sweetville. Do you have any final words, before your summary execution? The usual story. (raises wapon) Fourth one this week, and I'm not even hungry. (charges gn) BOY: Sweetville, sir? STRAX: Do you know it? A young BOY stands at the side of the road. BOY: Turn around when possible. Then, at the end of the road, turn right. STRAX: What? BOY: Bear left for a quarter of a mile and you will have reached your destination. STRAX puts the gn down and holds his hand out to the BOY who climbs onto the seat beside him. STRAX: Thank you. What is your name? BOY: Thomas, sir. Thomas Thomas. STRAX: I think you will do well, Thomas Thomas. STRAX starts the carriage again. EXT. SWEETVILLE COURTYARD, NIGHT JENNY walks alongside the DOCTOR as he searches for CLARA. JENNY: Are we talking about the same person? About that Clara? The DOCTOR runs off to check one of the doors. JENNY: Doctor! The DOCTOR runs back to JENNY and puts an arm over her shoulders. DOCTOR: Couldn't see much from where I was, but I think she survived the process. She must be here somewhere. (runs to check another house) JENNY: But Clara died. The Ice Lady... Doctor? DOCTOR: (runs back) Well... it's... er... It's complicated. (runs off) INT. SWEETVILLE HOUSE, PARLOR, NIGHT The DOCTOR opens a door to one of the houses. Sitting primly under a bell jar with a man standing at her side is CLARA. He hurries in and pounds against the glass as he slides to the floor. JENNY rushes in behind him and stops when she sees CLARA. The DOCTOR stands, grabs a chair and throws it against the jar with a shout. The glass shatters. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, ATTIC ROOM, NIGHT ADA kneels on the floor of the room, the chains in her hands. She is crying when Mrs. GILLYFLOWER finds her. GILLYFLOWER: What is the meaning of this? ADA: (turns around) Oh, Mama, I have been foolish. I have formed a... a sentimental attachment. GILLYFLOWER: An attachment? To whom? ADA: A young man. Unlike the others, he survived rejection. He must be strong. Worthy of salvation. GILLYFLOWER: Wrecker! Berserker! You have loosed a reject onto the outside world! ADA: I have disappointed you. GILLYFLOWER: My plans must be accelerated. Nothing must interfere with the Great Work! ADA: But please say there is still room for me in your new Eden, Mama! Promise me that! GILLYFLOWER: I will set my Pilgrims onto him. (turns to leave) ADA: No! (grabs at the hem of GILLYFLOWER'S gown) GILLYFLOWER: Kindly do not paw and slobber at my crinolines. You know I cannot bear to look at sick people. ADA: Promise you will not abandon me, Mama, promise me that! GILLYFLOWER: Do you not yet understand that there can be no place for people such as you? That only perfection is good enough for myself and for Mr Sweet. The bright day is done, child, and you are for the dark. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER leaves and ADA continues to sob. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, "RED" HALL, NIGHT The DOCTOR is peering through the slats of the booth in which he was revived. JENNY: Can she be revived, like you were? DOCTOR: I hope so. JENNY turns and sees some Pilgrims enter the hall. She taps the DOCTOR on the shoulder. JENNY: Doctor. DOCTOR: (turns) Oh, great. Great. attck of the supermodels. The Pilgrims pull out coshes. DOCTOR: Time for a plan. JENNY: Nah, Doctor. This one's on me. JENNY removes her bonnet and dress to reveal a Victorian style catsuit underneath. The DOCTOR does not how to take this. One of the male Pilgrims advances and JENNY grabs him and flips him on his back, putting her foot on his neck. A second comes forward and JENNY jabs him in the face with her elbow. A third advances and JENNY hits him in the stomach. DOCTOR: That is a plan! The remaining Pilgrims start tapping their coshes against their hands. DOCTOR: OK. Time for a new plan. The DOCTOR grabs JENNY by the hand and pulls her towards the opposite doorway. He backs away when he hears pounding footsteps. STRAX runs into the hall and fires his gn towards the Pilgrims and they run away. VASTRA follows STRAX into the hall. VASTRA: Quickly! Let's go! DOCTOR: No! (looks into the booth) JENNY: No, ma'am! We're not escaping! We've got to help the Doctor with Clara! VASTRA looks at the DOCTOR as if to say "What have you done now". DOCTOR: (turns around, embarrassed) Long story. (turns back) STRAX: (walks over) What now, Madame? We could lay mimetic cluster mines. VASTRA: Strax. STRAX: Or dig trenches and fill them with acid. VASTRA: Strax! You're overexcited. Have you been eating Miss Jenny's sherbet fancies again? STRAX: No. VASTRA: Go outside and wait for me until I call for you. STRAX: But, Madame... VASTRA: Go! STRAX: (sullen) I'm going to go and play with my grenades. (leaves) The DOCTOR scans the booth with the sonic. DOCTOR: OK, I think she's about done. (opens door) I know who you think she is, but she isn't. She can't be. VASTRA: I was right, then. You and Clara have unfinished business. CLARA falls forward and the DOCTOR catches her. DOCTOR: Hello, stranger. CLARA: Doctor? (taps his nose) DOCTOR: Uh-huh. CLARA: (sees VASTRA and JENNY) Hi. (whispers to DOCTOR) What's going on? DOCTOR: (Northern accent) Haven't you heard, love? There's trouble at t'mill! (normal voice) She's a lizard. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, HALL, NIGHT The DOCTOR, CLARA, JENNY and VASTRA stride down the hall to the lift. VASTRA: My people once ruled this world, as well you know. But we did not rule it alone. Just as humanity fights a daily battle against nature, so did we. And our greatest plague, the most virulent enemy was the repulsive red leech. The DOCTOR calls the lift. DOCTOR: Ooh! The repulsive red leech! Nah. On balance, I think I prefer the Crimson Horror. What was it exactly? VASTRA: A tiny parasite. It infected our drinking water. And once in our systems, it secreted a fatal poison. DOCTOR: If it's been hanging around, lurking in the shadows, maybe it's evolved. Or maybe it's had help. CLARA: Doctor, I've been thinking, the chimney... DOCTOR: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Way past that now! Yucky red parasite from the time of the dinosaurs pitches up in Victorian Yorkshire. Didn't see that one coming! CLARA: Yeah, but the chimney... DOCTOR: But what's the connection to Mrs Gillyflower? "Judgement will rain down on us all..." (snaps fingers and slowly spins around) An empty mill. CLARA: (puts her hands on the DOCTOR'S shoulders) A chimney that doesn't blow smoke. DOCTOR: Clever clogs. CLARA: Missed me? DOCTOR: Yeah, lots! (kisses her forehead) The lift arrives and they all get in. INT. SWEETVILLE, FACTORY FLOOR, NIGHT The DOCTOR, CLARA, JENNY and VASTRA hide behind some various bits of off-cast machinery. DOCTOR: She's going to poison the air! JENNY: How? One of the Pilgrims pulls a lever and we see the method of delivery is a huge rocket. CLARA: With that, I should think. They continue to watch as two Pilgrims pull a cloth off a basket containing a flask of the red liquid. DOCTOR: And there's the poison. All right, gng, I've got a plan. They all stand and someone knocks over a metal pipe. They duck back down. DOCTOR: (puts finger to lips) Shh! OK. They slowly stand again. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, PARLOR, NIGHT Mrs. GILLYFLOWER is sitting at a large pipe organ set against the wall. She pulls the stops in a certain order and then a lever set in the wall beside it. The organ spins and in its place are the controls for the rocket. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, HALL, NIGHT ADA is sitting on an empty crate in the corner, crying. A door opens and the DOCTOR and CLARA enter the hall. She hears them. ADA: Who's that? Who is there? The DOCTOR kneels in front of her and takes her arm. She is startled. He lifts her hand to his face. ADA: You. It's you! My monster. (puts her other hand to his face) You've come back! But you're... DOCTOR: Warm. And alive. Thanks to you, Ada. You saved me from your mother's human rubbish tip. Now, what's wrong? ADA: She does not want me, monster! I am not to be chosen. Perhaps it was my own sin, the blackness in my heart, that my father saw in me. DOCTOR: Ada, no. That's nonsense. Stupid, backwards nonsense, and you know it! (takes her head in his hands) You know it. (rubs a thumb over the scars by her eyes) CLARA: What is it? ADA: (looks up) Who is that? CLARA: I'm... (kneels beside the DOCTOR) I'm a friend, a friend of his. DOCTOR: Then you are fortunate, indeed. It isn't good to be alone. DOCTOR: Now, Ada, I need you tell me something - who is Mr Sweet? Ada? ADA: (looks away) Oh, dear monster... DOCTOR: Please. Tell me. ADA: I cannot! Even now, I cannot! I cannot betray Mama. DOCTOR: Well, come with us, then. (stands and puts a hand on ADA'S shoulder) There's something you need to know. INT. SWEETVILLE, FACTORY FLOOR, NIGHT JENNY and VASTRA watch the Pilgrims as they move about the floor. They also see one of the large flasks. JENNY looks at VASTRA who nods, and they slowly move from their hiding place. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, PARLOR, NIGHT The DOCTOR opens the door without knocking and strides in followed by CLARA. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER turns around and chuckles. GILLYFLOWER: You do seem to keep turning up like a bad penny, young man. (walks over) DOCTOR: Force of habit. GILLYFLOWER: Can I offer you something? Tea? Seed cake? A glass of Amontillado? DOCTOR: No, thanks. We've had a skinful already, as you might say. GILLYFLOWER: Ha! Very funny. DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor, you're nuts, and I'm going to stop you. GILLYFLOWER: I'm afraid Mr Sweet and I cannot allow that. DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Would it be impolite to ask why you and Mr Sweet are petrifying your workforce with diluted prehistoric leech venom? CLARA: So when do we get to meet him, this silent partner of yours? Why's he so shy? GILLYFLOWER: Mr Sweet is always with us. DOCTOR: You seem to have a very close relationship, you and your pal. GILLYFLOWER: Oh, yes, Doctor. Exceedingly close. Symbiotic, you might say. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER unfastens the top part of her gown that partially opens to reveal a large red leech attached to her. It turns its head to reveal a round mouth lined with sharp teeth. INT. SWEETVILLE, FACTORY, NIGHT Two gowned Pilgrims take the flask up stairs. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, PARLOR, NIGHT CLARA and the DOCTOR stare at the leech. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER is sitting and feeding it. CLARA: Doctor... What is it? GILLYFLOWER: A survivor! He has grown fat on the filth humanity has pumped into the rivers. That's where I found him. DOCTOR: Very enterprising. GILLYFLOWER: His needs are simple. And in return, he gives me his nectar. DOCTOR: (sits beside her) Mrs Gillyflower, you have no idea what you're dealing with! In the wrong hands, that venom could wipe out all life on this planet! GILLYFLOWER: (holds hands out in front of her, palms up) Do you know what these are? The wrong hands! Mrs. GILLYFLOWER giggles and moves over to the mechanism and pulls another lever. EXT. SWEETVILLE, FACTORY, NIGHT The lights on the chimney light up in ascending order. On the ground THOMAS sees and taps STRAX on the shoulder before pointing. STRAX turns around and looks up. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, PARLOR, NIGHT The DOCTOR sees the lights on the chimney from the window. DOCTOR: Planning a little fireworks party, are we? GILLYFLOWER: You've forced me to advance the Great Work somewhat, Doctor. But my colossal scheme remains as it was. My rocket will explode high in the atmosphere, raining down Mr Sweet's beneficence onto all humanity. CLARA: And wiping us all out! You can't! CLARA starts towards the older woman but the DOCTOR puts a hand on her arm, stopping her. GILLYFLOWER: My new Adam and Eves will sleep for but a few months before stepping out into a golden dawn. (clasps hands) Is it not beautiful, Doctor? DOCTOR: (claps hands) Tell us about Ada, Mrs Gillyflower. GILLYFLOWER: What? DOCTOR: Your daughter. You do remember your daughter? Tell us about your daughter. (sits) GILLYFLOWER: How can you speak of such trivia when my hour is at hand? The child is of no consequence. DOCTOR: Is that why you experimented on her? CLARA: Experimented? DOCTOR: The signs are all there. The pattern of scarring. You used her as a guinea pig, didn't you? CLARA: God! GILLYFLOWER: Sometimes, sacrifices must be made. DOCTOR: (stands) Sacrifices? GILLYFLOWER: It was necessary! I had to find out how much of the venom would produce an anti-toxin. To immunise myself! Don't you see? It was necessary! ADA: Mama? (stands at the door) Is it... Is it true? GILLYFLOWER: Ada. ADA: It is. It's true. True. GILLYFLOWER: Ada, listen to me. (takes a few steps towards ADA) ADA: (walks towards her mother) You hag! You perfidious hag! You virago! You harpy! All these years, I have helped you, served you. Looked out for you. Does it count for nothing? Nothing at all? (strikes her mother with her cane) GILLYFLOWER: (puts arms up) Stop, stop. ADA stops and Mrs. GILLYFLOWER leans against a door. CLARA picks up a chair. DOCTOR: Hang on, I've got the sonic screwdriver! CLARA: Yeah? I've got a chair! CLARA throws the chair at the rocket's controls, destroying them and causing sparks to fly. GILLYFLOWER: No! DOCTOR: Yeah. That worked. I'm afraid your rocket isn't going anywhere, Mrs G. (puts the sonic away) EXT. SWEETVILLE, FACTORY, NIGHT STRAX nods to THOMAS and walks over to the base of the chimney. INT. SWEETVILLE, MAIN BUILDING, PARLOR, NIGHT ADA faces opposite her mother who is still by the door. The DOCTOR and CLARA stand in the middle of the room. GILLYFLOWER: Please, come to me, Ada. My child. (takes the sobbing ADA in a hug) You have always been so very... (puts a revolver to ADA'S head) useful. DOCTOR: No, Mrs Gillyflower. ADA: Please, Mama. No more. No more. GILLYFLOWER: And now, if you'll please forgive us, we must be going. It is long past Ada's bedtime! Mrs. GILLYFLOWER pushes ADA through the door ahead of her. CLARA rushes over but the door closes and locks before she gets there. She pulls on the door knob. DOCTOR: No... (reaches out to her) No, Clara. If we follow straight after her, she'll sht Ada on the spot. CLARA: She wouldn't! DOCTOR: She would! The DOCTOR grabs the chair, holds it over his head and spins to face CLARA. DOCTOR: Chairs are useful! CLARA grins. The DOCTOR then charges towards the window with the chair, smashing the glass. INT. SWEETVILLE, FACTORY FLOOR, NIGHT Mrs. GILLYFLOWER pulls ADA along by her hand. GILLYFOWER: Come, Ada. Don't dawdle. ADA: Please, Mama, stop. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER stops to question some Pilgrims. GILLYFLOWER: Has the venom been loaded? PILGRIM: Yes, ma'am. GILLYFLOWER: Then heaven awaits ya'! Mrs. GILLYFLOWER continues on her way pulling ADA in her wake. The Pilgrims go the other way. EXT. SWEETVILLE, COURTYARD, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA run along the pavement. INT. SWEETVILLE, CHIMNEY STAIRS, NIGHT Mrs. GILLYFLOWER pulls ADA backwards up the stairs around the rocket. INT. SWEETVILLE, FACTORY FLOOR, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA arrive at the factory. The DOCTOR looks up and continues on. CLARA runs after him. INT. SWEETVILLE, CHIMNEY, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA hurry up the stairs. ADA: (O.C.) Stop! The DOCTOR and CLARA rush at the sound of terror in ADA'S voice. They stop when they see Mrs. GILLYFLOWER holding ADA in front of her by a power box. DOCTOR: Just let her go, Mrs Gillyflower. Let Ada go! GILLYFLOWER: Secondary fring mechanism, Doctor! Mr Sweet and I are too smart for you, after all. DOCTOR: Just let your daughter go, Mrs Gillyflower. ADA breaks away and falls to the landing, holding herself up by the hand rail. GILLYFLOWER: Ada! (cocks the revolver) ADA: sh*t, if you wish, Mama. It is of no matter, for you klled me a long time ago! The DOCTOR starts to move towards ADA but Mrs. GILLYFLOWER fires at him. He falls back, hands over his head. While Mrs. GILLYFLOWER struggles with cocking the pstol, the DOCTOR tries for ADA again and is sht at again. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER opens the power box and begins to sing. GILLYFLOWER: (sings) I'll labour night and day To be a pilgrim! (pulls lever) While Mrs. GILLYFLOWER was opening the box, the DOCTOR goes to ADA. After Mrs. GILLYFLOWER, pulls the switch, the rocket's engines power up and it launches. The DOCTOR helps cover ADA against the wall. Mrs. GILLYFLOWER laughs. EXT. ABOVE SWEETVILLE, NIGHT The rocket flies up to the sky. INT. SWEETVILLE, CHIMNEY, NIGHT Mrs. GILLYFLOWER looks up to the sky. GILLYFLOWER: Now, Mr Sweet, now the whole world will taste your lethal kiss! DOCTOR: I don't think so, Mrs Gillyflower. (snaps fingers) Two veiled figures appear on the landing above holding the flask of venom. They push the veils back to reveal VASTRA and JENNY. GILLYFLOWER: Very well, then. If I can't take the world with me, you will have to do. Die, you freaks! Die! Die! (aims her gn at JENNY and VASTRA) STRAX: Put down your wapon, human female! STRAX is at the opening of the chimney and aims his wapon at Mrs. GILLYFLOWER. She fires at STRAX and he fires back. She loses her balance and falls to the floor. DOCTOR: Ouch! (winces) The DOCTOR, CLARA, JENNY and VASTRA run to the last flight of stairs. Mr. Sweet releases his hold on Mrs. GILLYFLOWER and starts to crawl away. GILLYFLOWER: No... No! Mr Sweet? Where are you going? You can't leave me now, Mr Sweet. CLARA: What's it doing? DOCTOR: It knows she's dying. She's no longer any use to it. Mr Sweet crawls across the floor. GILLYFLOWER: Mr Sweet! ADA makes her way down the stairs, her cane tapping the steps. GILLYFLOWER: Ada? Ada. Are you there? ADA: (kneels beside her mother) I'm here, Mama. GILLYFLOWER: Forgive me, my child. Forgive me. ADA: Never. GILLYFLOWER: That's... my... girl. (dies) In the sky above them, the rocket explodes. The DOCTOR whistles and they look back to the floor. JENNY: What will you do with that thing? DOCTOR: Take it back to the Jurassic era, maybe. Out of harm's way. ADA crosses the floor, tapping with her cane. It lands on Mr Sweet and she starts beating him to pieces. DOCTOR: On the other hand... (stutters) EXT. STREET, DAY The DOCTOR and CLARA head for the TARDIS. JENNY, VASTRA, STRAX and ADA are there to say good-bye. They have the flask of poison. DOCTOR: Right, London. We were heading for London, weren't we? CLARA: Was there any particular reason? DOCTOR: No. No. Just thought you might... like it. CLARA: (looks back at ADA) Yeah. Maybe had enough Victorian values for a bit. (steps into the TARDIS) DOCTOR: You're the boss. CLARA: (leans out) Am I? (raises eyebrows) DOCTOR: No. No... Get in. CLARA goes inside and the DOCTOR walks over to ADA. DOCTOR: Now, Ada, I'd love to stay and clear up the mess, but... ADA: I know, dear monster, you have things to do. DOCTOR: And what about you? ADA: Oh, there are many things a bright young lady can do to occupy her time. It's time I stepped out of the darkness and into the light. DOCTOR: Good luck, Ada. You know, I think you'll be just... (kisses her on the cheek) splendid. (goes over to VASTRA, JENNY and STRAX) Well, thanks a million, you three, as ever. Have some Pontefract cakes on me. I love Pontefract cakes! (fakes fencing with sound effects) See you around, eh? I shouldn't wonder. (turns back to the TARDIS) JENNY: (runs after him) But, Doctor, that girl - Clara. (stops) You haven't explained. DOCTOR: (goes back to JENNY) No. I haven't. (heads back to the TARDIS) Ah, look at the muck in here! (runs a finger along the TARDIS) Right! (enters) STRAX takes the flask for VASTRA. STRAX: Another one for the vault. THURSDAY spots them and walks over. THURSDAY: Ah! There you are. I called to see whether there had been any progress. The TARDIS dematerializes and THURSDAY faints. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, FOYER, DAY CLARA enters and checks herself in the mirror. CLARA: The boss, yep, that's me! CLARA continues into the house. On the small monitor screen, we see the TARDIS dematerialize. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, KITCHEN, DAY CLARA walks in and leans on the counter. One of ARTIE'S toys, a Transformer robot is sitting there. CLARA: (in deep voice as she moves the toy) I am the boss. She looks over at the table and straightens up after seeing what's on ANGIE'S laptop. She walks over and sits down. On the screen is a group photo taken on the Russian submarine showing herself and the DOCTOR with the crew. She clicks on the picture underneath that to see the four of them at Claiburn House. ANGIE and ARTIE come up behind her. ANGIE: It's you, isn't it? It's from the '70s, but it's definitely you. CLARA: Of course it's not. ARTIE: And that's you too, from 1983. I found it at school. CLARA: No, it's just someone who looks like me. ANGIE: And that's someone that looks like your boyfriend? ARTIE: Is he an alien? ANGIE: (to ARTIE) Why would he be an alien? ARTIE: The chin. ANGIE: And the time travel? ANGIE clicks on a third picture that is of Victorian governess CLARA. CLARA: (leans forward) That's not right. ANGIE: You were in Victorian London. CLARA: No, I was in Victorian Yorkshire. (eyes widen when she realizes what she's said) ANGIE: How come you didn't tell us? ARTIE: Time travel, that's so cool! ANGIE: Can we have a go? CLARA: Can you have a what?! ARTIE: We want a sht at the time machine! CLARA: No, no, no! Listen... ANGIE: OK, or we'll have to tell Dad that our nanny's a time traveller!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x11 - Crimson Horror"}	foreverdreaming
EXT MOONSCAPE The TARDIS materializes on a rocky moonscape. An American flag is planted in the ground and the Earth hangs in the sky above. The door opens and the DOCTOR sticks his head out followed by CLARA, ANGIE and ARTIE. The DOCTOR steps out, arms out wide. The others follow a bit more slowly. DOCTOR: Well, here we are. Hedgewick's World - the biggest and best amusement park there will ever be and we've got a golden ticket! (steps onto a rock) Eh, eh? Fun! CLARA: Fun? ANGIE: Your stupid box can't even get us to the right place. This is, like, a moon base or something. The DOCTOR steps down from the rock and CLARA sits on a different one. DOCTOR: It's not the moon. ARTIE: Actually, I think it does look like the moon. Only dirtier. DOCTOR: Hey, guys it's not the moon, OK? It's a Spacey Zoomer ride, or it was. A door opens in one of the larger rocks and a MAN peers out. MAN: Psst! 'Scuse I. I don't suppose you happen to be my lift off planet? Dave's Discount Interstellar Removals? CLARA: 'Fraid not. MAN: They were meant to be here six months ago. That's Dave for you, see, unreliable. WOMAN: (O.C.) Stay where you are! MAN: Oops. (ducks back inside) A group of soldiers enter the ride area lead by a female OFFICER. OFFICER: Throw down your wapon and identify yourselves. CLARA stands in front of the children as the DOCTOR puts his hands up, holding a golden ticket. DOCTOR: No. No wapon! Golden ticket! Spacey Zoomer? (bounces) Free ice cream? OFFICER: Who are you? This planet is closed, by Imperial order. DOCTOR: How's this? (holds out psychic paper) OFFICER: Oh. Welcome, Proconsul. I wish they'd told us you were coming. Any news of the Emperor? DOCTOR: Oh, the Emperor... No, no, none that you'd, er... OFFICER: We pray for his return. If there is anything you need, my platoon is at your service. DOCTOR: Right! Righty-oh. Well, carry on, Captain. The DOCTOR salutes her and she returns it. CAPTAIN: Platoon, let's move out. On the double. Two, three, four! Two, three, four! Two, three, four! The soldiers jog away. The door opens and the MAN sticks his head out again. MAN: Have they gone? DOCTOR: Yes. MAN: Uniforms give me the heebie-jeebies. Come on. They can't stop me being here, but they don't like it. They follow the MAN to the doorway of the ride and pause when they see what's before them. The DOCTOR grins. DOCTOR: Ha, ha! You see? I told you it was amazing. Well, it used to be. They look out onto what was once a large amusement park though it is now derelict. MAN: It closed down. Wish I'd known that before I landed here. But let me show you my collection. Come along, follow me, this way. This way in, come on. Welcome to my show... ANGIE rolls her eyes as they follow after the MAN. INT. WEBLEY'S, MAIN ROOM The room is dark and slightly eerie. Steps lead down from the entrance into the room that is lined with wax replicas of different alien races. In the center are two worn couches that were once highly fashionable. WEBLEY: Webley's World of Wonders. Miracles, marvels and more await you. I am impresario Webley. ANGIE and ARTIE go down the steps into the main room and look around in wonder. The DOCTOR follows them. WEBLEY goes down the steps followed by CLARA. WEBLEY: You see before you waxwork representations of the famous... and the infamous. Anybody here play chess? The DOCTOR raises his hand. WEBLEY: Perhaps you, young man? ARTIE: Actually, I'm in my school chess club. The DOCTOR sighs and lowers his hand. WEBLEY: Ah, follow me. WEBLEY takes them to another room. INT. WEBLEY'S, CHESS ROOM In the center of the room is a chess table with an empty chair on one side and a draped-covered figure on the other. WEBLEY: Now, let me demonstrate to you all the wonder of the age, the miracle of modernity. We defeated them all, a thousand years ago. But now he's back, to destroy you. Behold! The enemy! WEBLEY pulls the drape off with a flourish to reveal a CYBERMAN. DOCTOR: Cyberman! Get down! The DOCTOR pulls CLARA and the children down. The CYBERMAN raises its head. Matt Smith Jenna-Louise Coleman DOCTOR WHO "Nightmare in Silver" By Neil Gaiman PRODUCER Denise Paul DIRECTOR Stephen Woolfendon INT. WEBLEY'S, CHESS ROOM WEBLEY pops up from behind the CYBERMAN. WEBLEY: No need to panic, my young friends. We all know there are no more living Cybermen. What you are seeing is a miracle - the 699th wonder of the universe. As displayed before the Imperial court, and only here to destroy you - at chess! Careful now. An empty shell. And yet it moves. How? The DOCTOR examines the CYBERMAN as WEBLEY talks. ANGIE: (sarcastic) Magic. WEBLEY: That might well be, young lady. A single penny wins you five Imperial shillings if you can bat this empty shell at chess. Two little bugs are on one of the dummies and watch everything. The DOCTOR leans on the table. ARTIE: I haven't got a penny. But I've got a sandwich. (holds up the sandwich) WEBLEY: All right, take a seat. CLARA pulls out the chair and ARTIE sits. WEBLEY: (opens panel underneath) It is free of all devices, and yet it has never been beaten. Would you like to make the first move, young man? ARTIE moves a pawn and the CYBERMAN jerkily makes a move. ARTIE makes his second move. DOCTOR: Oh, no, Artie. No, don't do that, it... It's a fool's mate. The CYBERMAN checkmates ARTIE. WEBLEY: (eats sandwich) If you can tell me how it works, I'll give you a silver penny. ANGIE: I think... you do it with mirrors. DOCTOR: Hmm, mirrors, clever girl. Well, let's see, hey? (examines workings) Low tech. It's a puppet, monofilament strings, which means the brains are in... The DOCTOR pops open a panel to reveal a "person of reduced stature" inside with a remote control. DOCTOR: Hello. MAN: Hello. I'm the brains. DOCTOR: Hello. MAN: Give us a hand. The DOCTOR helps the MAN get out from the box. MAN: They call me Porridge. Ah, it's good to be out of that box. WEBLEY: For you, Miss... (reaches behind ANGIE'S ear) an Imperial penny. (gives her the coin) Leaning against the wall, the DOCTOR straightens when he sees bugs crawling on the wall opposite. INT. WEBLEY'S, MAIN ROOM They walk into the main room. WEBLEY removes a drape from over another CYBERMAN. WEBLEY: I have not one but THREE Cybermen in my collection. The DOCTOR scans it with the sonic. ANGIE sees a replica of a tall man dressed in robes and ermine. ANGIE: Is that the king? PORRIDGE: Emperor. Ludens Nimrod Kendrick, etc, etc, the 41st - defender of humanity, imperator of known space. CLARA: He looks a bit full of himself. PORRIDGE: (looks at CLARA) Don't say things like that about the Imperial family - you can end up on the run for the rest of your life. ARTIE: They don't sound very nice. PORRIDGE: Go on. If the kids want to ride the Spacey Zoomer, then I can operate the gravity console. CLARA hugs ARTIE and walks out with him followed by PORRIDGE and the DOCTOR. ANGIE looks from the coin in her hand to the statue. ARTIE comes back for her. ANGIE: Angie! They leave the room. INT. SPACEY ZOOMER RIDE ANGIE and ARTIE are floating in the air as PORRIDGE and CLARA look on. ARTIE: Whoa! CLARA: (has camera phone out) Smile! Say, "Spacey Zoomer!" ARTIE: We're flying! DOCTOR: Having a good time? The children laughed as they had fun in the air. PORRIDGE turns off the anti-gravity and the children fall gently back to the ground. CLARA and the DOCTOR walk over. ARTIE: I think that was the most fun I've had in my whole life. ANGIE: It was... OK. The DOCTOR makes a face at ANGIE'S reaction and walks away, scanning the area. ARTIE: Clara? I think outer space is actually very interesting. CLARA: (heads for the TARDIS) Right, wonderful day out, Doctor, but it's time to get the kids home. DOCTOR: Yeah. Um, no. Not actually ready to leave. CLARA: Why not? DOCTOR: I dunno. Reasons. CLARA: What reasons? DOCTOR: Insects. Funny insects. I should add them to my funny insect collection. CLARA: You collect funny insects? DOCTOR: Yeah, I'm starting to. Right now. INT. WEBLEY'S, MAIN ROOM ANGIE: How long do we have to stay here? DOCTOR: Not long. Have a nap. I'll wake you when we're ready to leave. (leaves, turning off lights as he passes) PORRIDGE: Comfy? CLARA: Sleep well. PORRIDGE: Good night. CLARA and PORRIDGE leave the room. ARTIE sips his water and is setting it on a table by the couch when the DOCTOR re-enters. He is holding the sonic screwdriver under his face, the green light casting an eerie glow. DOCTOR: Don't wander off. I'm not just saying, "Don't wander off" - I MEAN it. Otherwise you'll wander off, and the next thing you know, somebody's going to have to start rescuing somebody. ANGIE: From what? DOCTOR: Nothing. Nobody needs rescuing from anything. Don't wander off. Sweet dreams. The DOCTOR leaves and the children settle onto the couches. INT. WEBLEY'S, CHESS ROOM WEBLEY enters the chess room and takes a bite of the sandwich as he puts the chess pieces back in place. WEBLEY: Mmm. Mmm! Total takings for the day - one sandwich. Better than no sandwich, of course. Not as good as TWO sandwiches, or even a chicken... The CYBERMAN'S hands grip WEBLEY'S wrists. WEBLEY: That's a bit odd. (tries to pull hands free) That's not funny, give me my hands back. Dozens of the small insects that had so intrigued the DOCTOR crawl out from the CYBERMAN'S and down his body and over to WEBLEY. WEBLEY jerks as he tries to escape and cries out. CYBERMAN: Upgrade in progress! INT. WEBLEY'S, MAIN ROOM ANGIE is standing, trying to get reception on her phone. ANGIE: I HATE the future. It's stupid. There's not even phone service. (sets phone on table) I'm out of here. ARTIE: The Doctor said to not wander off. ANGIE: He said that, and then he wandered off. ANGIE and ARTIE do not see the bugs crawling all over her phone. ARTIE: I don't think Clara would like that. ANGIE: She's not our mum. ARTIE: Don't leave me here. ANGIE leaves not realizing that she and ARTIE have been under surveillance. INT. TERMIAL CLARA walks with PORRIDGE along disused tracks for what was either a ride or a form of transport around the park. The DOCTOR is ahead of them inspecting and scanning. CLARA: Was this really the biggest amusement park in the universe? PORRIDGE: Yeah. Hedgewick bought the planet cheap. It'd been trashed in the Cyber-Wars. CLARA: Who were we fighting? PORRIDGE: Cybermen. Technologically upgraded warriors. We couldn't win. Sometimes we fought to a draw, but then they'd upgrade themselves, fix their weaknesses and destroy us. It's hard to fight an enemy that uses your armies as spare parts. CLARA: You bat them, though - bat them or you wouldn't be here. How? They stop at the edge of the hangar and PORRIDGE points to the sky. PORRIDGE: Look up there - that corner of the sky. What do you see? There is a bright ring of light surrounding nothingness. CLARA: Nothing. It's just black. No stars, no nothing. PORRIDGE: Used to be the Tiberion Spiral Galaxy. A million star systems. A hundred million worlds. A billion trillion people. It's not there anymore. No more Tiberion galaxy. No more Cybermen. It was effective. CLARA: It's horrible. PORRIDGE: Yeah. I feel like a monster sometimes. CLARA: Why? PORRIDGE: Because instead of mourning a billion trillion dad people, I just feel sorry for the poor blighter who had to press the button and blow it all up. The DOCTOR looks out onto the park through the empty shell of the piece he's examining. DOCTOR: Clara! Did you tell Angie she could go to the barracks? CLARA: You KNOW I didn't. She hasn't... DOCTOR: She's just gone in there. CLARA: Come on. INT. BARRACKS The CAPTAIN is walking with another woman, BEAUTY, who sets a dismantled piece of equipment down on a bench. BEAUTY: I can't fix this. CAPTAIN: It can't be broken. It's a solid state sub-ether ansible class communicator. Just run the diagnostics. BEAUTY: There's nothing left to diagnose. It's not broken. It's empty. All the components have gone. CAPTAIN: Well, you must have replacement parts. (turns away) BEAUTY: Not enough to build a new one. A bespectacled soldier, BRAINS, approaches the CAPTAIN. BRAINS: Captain, the weather-controller is malfunctioning again. There's storms, heat waves, snow. BEAUTY comes up behind the CAPTAIN and puts a hand on her shoulder, pointing to the doorway. ANGIE is standing there. ANGIE: Hello. I'm bored! CAPTAIN: Where's your big sister? ANGIE: (walks into the room) Clara? She's not my sister. She's stupid. She's talking to Porridge. CAPTAIN: She talks to her porridge? ANGIE: Porridge. That little bloke. The CAPTAIN'S smile falters and she puts an arm around ANGIE. CAPTAIN: We need to have a chat. (takes ANGIE away from the others) INT. WEBLEY'S, MAIN ROOM ARTIE is alone in the dark surrounded by creepy statues. He sits up on the couch. ARTIE: I'm not scared, if you're wondering. I just think I ought to turn the lights back on. ARTIE gets up and walks cautiously over to the switch, looking nervously around him. He runs the last bit to the switch and turns on the light, smiling at the accomplishment. He doesn't see the CYBERMAN come up behind him and puts a hand over his mouth. INT. BARRACKS ANGIE is walking with the CAPTAIN, a mug in her hand. CAPTAIN: So, tell me about the little bloke. ANGIE: Well, you must have seen him. CLARA and the DOCTOR enter the barracks and stride over to ANGIE. CLARA: Angie, Angie! ANGIE: She has to turn up and spoil everything! I wasn't doing anything! Why can't you just leave me alone?! There is a crash as the doors burst open. Everyone turns to see a CYBERMAN standing in the doorway. CAPTAIN: Cyberman! The DOCTOR scans it with the sonic as the soldiers scramble for wapon and cover. DOCTOR: Angie! CAPTAIN: attck formation! The CYBERMAN moves forward with blurred speed. One of the soldiers goes to attck it bare-handed. CAPTAIN: No! The DOCTOR pulls CLARA to cover. One of the soldiers hands the CAPTAIN a gn as they take cover. CAPTAIN: attck formation - quickly! They fre at the CYBERMAN. It is ht but the force barely knocks it. CYBERMAN: Upgrade in progress! The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the CYBERMAN. CLARA: Angie! The CYBERMAN moves so quickly, the others seem to stand still. It heads straight for ANGIE, picking her up and putting her over its shoulder. The girl screams. They are gone before anyone has turned around. CLARA: Angie! (runs after ANGIE) DOCTOR: Clara, Clara...! (grabs her hand and pulls her back) CAPTAIN: That was a Cyberman! But they're extinct. (walks away from the DOCTOR and CLARA) DOCTOR: Listen to me, I will get her back. (walks over to CAPTAIN) Captain, a word, please. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I take it your platoon doesn't do much fighting? CAPTAIN: What do you expect? CLARA: What? CAPTAIN: We're a punishment platoon. It's why they sent us out here, so we can't get into trouble. DOCTOR: Ah, right, right, well, OK. As Imperial Consul, (takes badge of rank off the CAPTAIN'S uniform and pins it on CLARA) I am putting Clara in charge. Clara, stay alive until I get back, and don't let anyone blow up this planet. (snaps his fingers and walks away) CLARA: Is that something they're likely to do? DOCTOR: (keeps walking) Get to somewhere defensible. CLARA: Where are YOU going? DOCTOR: (stops and turns around) I'm getting Angie, finding Artie and looking for funny insects. Stay alive. And you lot, no blwing up this planet! (leaves) INT. WEBLEY'S, CHESS ROOM The CYBERMAN brings a kicking ANGIE into the room. ANGIE: Put me down! I hate you! It puts her down and she turns around to see WEBLEY and ARTIE standing motionless. WEBLEY looks to have metal encasing one side of his face – a la Phantom of the Opera – and ARTIE has a blinking implant attached to his head by his ear. ANGIE: Artie? Artie, what's happening? ARTIE: Please stand by. You will be upgraded. ANGIE screams. WEBLEY raises a finger to his lips and we see his arm has been converted as well. INT. BARRACKS The CAPTAIN walks with CLARA as the soldiers unload cases of wapon. CAPTAIN: Cyberiad class wapon. I've taken it out of storage. CLARA: Good. We need to find somewhere defensible. Where? The CAPTAIN shows CLARA a large painted mural of the park and uses a pointer. CAPTAIN: The beach, the Giant's Cauldron... Natty Longshoe's Comical Castle. CLARA: Real castle? Drawbridge? Moat? CAPTAIN: Yes. But comical. CLARA: We'll go there. CAPTAIN: Ma'am... My platoon can deal with one Cyberman. And there are protocols if we cannot immediately find and destroy it. CLARA: blwing-up-the-planet protocols? CAPTAIN: Respectfully, ma'am... CLARA: Somewhere defensible. No blwing up the planet. PORRIDGE: (walks over) She's your commanding officer now, isn't she, Captain? CAPTAIN: Yes... sir. CLARA leaves. PORRIDGE: You really saw a Cyberman? CAPTAIN: We really did. PORRIDGE: Have you reported it to the Imperium? CAPTAIN: No communicators. PORRIDGE: So you're going to do what she says. Right, let's all spend the night at Natty Longshoe's Comical Castle. INT. WEBLEY'S, MAIN ROOM The DOCTOR runs into the room to find the lights on and ARTIE missing. DOCTOR: Artie? The DOCTOR hurries down the stairs and sees one of the insects on a table by the couches. He leans over and talks into it. DOCTOR: Firstly, if anybody's watching this, those children are under my protection. I'm coming to get them. And secondly... little metal machine... you are beautiful. (scans it with sonic before picking it up by the tail) Not even a Cybermat any more, eh? Cybermites? (sets it in his palm) INT. WEBLEY'S, CHESS ROOM The DOCTOR enters the room, holding the Cybermite in his hand. He sees the Cyberman is missing. DOCTOR: (uses the sonic on the Cybermite) Now... there's a local transmat link open to your home. If I can just find the frequency... The DOCTOR holds up the sonic and disappears in a flash of light. INT. CYBERMEN BASE The DOCTOR appears in the base. DOCTOR: Hey, that really shouldn't have worked. ANGIE: (O.C.) (monotone) Doctor, help us. DOCTOR: Angie! Artie! The DOCTOR runs over to the children and sees the implant. He scans them with the sonic. He then turns and sees WEBLEY. DOCTOR: Webley? WEBLEY: (walks out from the shadows) We needed children, but the children had stopped coming. You brought us children. Hail to you, the Doctor, saviour of the Cybermen! (salutes by putting his right hand to his chest) EXT. CASTLE CLARA, PORRIDGE and the soldiers approach the castle. CLARA: What would the Empire do if they WERE alerted? CAPTAIN: I told you - tell me to blow up the planet. CLARA: After they got us off? PORRIDGE: Captain, you want to take that one? CAPTAIN: No, ma'am. Just blow the sucker up. They come to a stop at the foot of the drawbridge. CLARA: Drawbridge, moat - brilliant. BRAINS: With respect, ma'am, we ought to be hunting the creature. CLARA: (turns around) The only reason I'm still alive is because I do what the Doctor says. (walks up to BRAINS) Can you guarantee me you'd bring back my children alive and unharmed? (BRAINS shakes his head) I trust the Doctor. CAPTAIN: You think he knows what he's doing? CLARA: I'm not sure I'd go THAT far. (CLARA smiles and heads for the drawbridge) INT. CYBERMEN BASE The DOCTOR and WEBLEY stand on either side of a small table in the center of the room WEBLEY: As the battle raged between humanity and the Cyberiad, the Cyber-Planners built a Valkyrie, to save critically damaged units and bring them here and, one by one, repair them. DOCTOR: The people who vanished from the amusement park - they were spare parts for repairs. WEBLEY: We've upgraded ourselves. The next model will be undefeatable. DOCTOR: Nothing's undefeatable. WEBLEY walks over to the children and the DOCTOR moves parallel to him and puts his hands protectively on them. WEBLEY: We needed children to build a new Cyber-Planner. A child's brain, with its infinite potential, is perfect for our needs. But we no longer need the children. The Cybermites have been scanning YOUR brain, Doctor. It's quite remarkable. (walks towards the DOCTOR and he backs away) DOCTOR: Also completely useless to you. Cybermen use human parts. I'm not human. You can't convert non-humans. WEBLEY: Well, that was true a long time ago. But we've upgraded ourselves. Current Cyber units use almost any living components. WEBLEY opens his hands to reveal Cybermites. He throws them at the DOCTOR. They crawl up him and into him. He cries out in pain as he is bent over backwards against the table as he is "upgraded". He stands up with a gasp when the process is done. He has metal webbed across the left side of his face. DOCTOR: (deeper voice) Incorporated. Yes. (pats himself down) Unfamiliar pulmonary set-up. Nervous system hyperconductive. Remarkable brain processing speed. Ooh! Amazing! The DOCTOR'S body jerks as we hear an electronic sound. DOCTOR: (normal voice) Get out of my head! INT. DOCTOR'S MIND The DOCTOR'S mind is a neutral space with numerous equations and formulae floating around. The DOCTOR'S side is a warm brown and the CYBERDOCTOR'S side is a cold blue. The DOCTOR strides across the space to confront his "unwanted guest". Pictures of CLARA flash behind them. DOCTOR: Stop rummaging in my mind! CYBERDOCTOR: Just you try and stop me. Ooh, who's Clara? Why are you thinking about her so much? DOCTOR: Enough! CYBERDOCTOR: Fascinating. A complete mental block. Highly effective. INT. CYBERMEN BASE The CYBERDOCTOR whirls around. CYBERDOCTOR: Relax, relax. If you just relax, you will find this a perfectly pleasant experience. You are being upgraded and incorporated into the Cyberiad as a Cyber-Planner. DOCTOR: Get out of my head! INT. DOCTOR'S MIND DOCTOR: What is this place? A network? A hive? You're getting signals from every Cyberman everywhere. How many of you are there? INT. CYBERMEN BASE CYBERDOCTOR: Oh... this is brilliant! I'm so clever already, and now I'm a million times more clever. (spins across the room) And what a brain! Not a human brain, not even SLIGHTLY human. (leans against table) I mean, I'll have to completely rewrite the neural interface, but this is going to be the most efficient (leaps onto table, arms outstretched) Cyber-Planner! Not a great name, that, is it? I could call myself Mr Clever. So much raw data... Time Lords. There's information on the Time Lords in here! Oh, this is just dreamy! INT. DOCTOR'S MIND DOCTOR: Right, I'm allowing you access to memories on Time Lord regeneration. Images of the DOCTOR'S past incarnations flash behind them. CYBERDOCTOR: (claps hands) Fantastic! DOCTOR: I could regenerate now. Big blast of regeneration energy, burn out any little Cyber widgets in my brain, along with everything you're connected to. Don't want to. You diss me up, who knows what we'll get next? But I can. (points at CYBERDOCTOR) INT. CYBERMEN BASE CYBERDOCTOR: Stalemate, then. (strides across the room) One of us needs to control this head. We're too well-balanced. The DOCTOR'S body jerks as he regains control. DOCTOR: What did you say? No, no, no, I heard you. Rhetorical device to keep me thinking about it a bit more. Stalemate. INT. DOCTOR'S MIND CYBERDOCTOR: We each control 49.881% of this brain. 0.238 of the brain is still in the balance. Whoever gets this gets the whole thing. DOCTOR: Do you play chess? CYBERDOCTOR: The rules of chess are in my memory banks. You're proposing we play chess to end the stalemate? DOCTOR: Winner takes all. Nobody can access that portion of the brain without winning the game. The two shake hands. INT. CYBERMEN BASE CYBERDOCTOR: You can't win! His body jerks. DOCTOR: Try me. His body jerks. CYBERDOCTOR: You understand, when I DO win, the Cyberiad gets your brains and memories. All of it. His body jerks. DOCTOR: When I win, you get out of my head, you let the children go, and nobody dies. You got that? Nobody dies! INT. POWER STATION, BASEMENT A lone soldier, MISSY, is on patrol. She looks around nervously at every sound. SOLDIER: (over radio) Castle's clear. Missy, confirm status. MISSY: All clear in the power station. MISSY hears a clanking sound and sees a shadow move up ahead. She moves forward cautiously and hides behind some barrels. MISSY: It's Missy. Something's out there. SOLDIER: (over radio) What do you mean? Is it the Cyberman? MISSY: I don't know. I couldn't see it. It was only for a moment. Can I hide? Is it OK if I hide? The CYBERMAN appears. MISSY: (pulls her gn) DON'T MOVE! I'M IN THE ARMY! The CYBERMAN advances and MISSY runs and hides. The CYBERMAN passes her hiding place. It stops and turns around. Its hand drops to the floor and crawls away. MISSY takes a few deep breaths. She turns and screams just before the CYBERMAN'S hand jumps to her face. INT. CASTLE, GALLERY CLARA is striding along the gallery above the courtyard when BRAINS finds her. BRAINS: Erm, ma'am, Missy said she saw something, and then she went quiet. Ahead of her are PORRIDGE and the CAPTAIN with some other soldiers. They have some wapon spread in front of them. CLARA: It's on its way, then. wapon! Show me. (squats) Only one gn? CAPTAIN: Cybermen have been extinct for 1,000 years. Even one Anti-Cyber gn is a miracle. These things are hand-pulsars. (slips it on like a glove) Touch the back of a Cyberman's head, the electromagnetic pulse deactivates it. CLARA: What's this for? Just a mad guess here - it blows up the planet? CAPTAIN: Implodes it. There's also a trigger unit. (holds up thin cylinder) CLARA: I'll have that, then. (takes cylinder) Is there any other way to activate the bmb? CAPTAIN: It's set to respond to MY voice. I have the verbal code. CLARA: You will not activate it without a direct order from me. The CAPTAIN stands and walks around to face CLARA who also stands. CAPTAIN: I will follow my orders. CLARA: Your orders come from me. Don't they? The two women stare at each other. BRAINS: You'll need to sign for that trigger unit, ma'am. (holds out clipboard) CLARA: Thanks. (takes clipboard and signs) PORRIDGE: (holds a hand pulsar) Mind if I take one of these? Might be handy. CLARA looks over at him and smiles. The CAPTAIN is annoyed. CAPTAIN: Help yourself. I'll teach you how to use it. Upstairs. Now. PORRIDGE looks at her knowing that what is going to be said will not be good. The CAPTAIN leaves and he follows. INT. CYBERMEN BASE A chess board has been set up on the table. CYBERDOCTOR: There. That was easy. DOCTOR: The game... has just started. (moves a white piece) CYBERDOCTOR: Doctor... why is there no record of you anywhere in the databanks of the Cyberiad? (moves black knight) Oh. You're good. You've been eliminating yourself from history. You know, you could be reconstructed by the hole you've left. DOCTOR: Good point. I'll do something about that. (moves white knight) INT. DOCTOR'S MIND CYBERDOCTOR: The rules of chess allow only a finite number of moves. And I can use other Cyber units as remote processors. You cannot possibly win. DOCTOR: I can. I know things you don't. For example, did you know... very early versions of the Cyber operating system could be seriously scrambled by exposure to things, like gold or cleaning fluid? And what's interesting is, you're still running some of that code. CYBERDOCTOR: Really? That's your secret wapon? Cleaning fluid? INT. CYBERMEN BASE DOCTOR: Nope. Gold. (slaps the gold ticket on his face) Ho-ho! Like a charm. Right, you, Cyber... Webley. And you, kid... things. I'll bring the chessboard. Let's get out of here. (sweeps the pieces into his arms) INT. CASTLE, UPPER GALLERY PORRIDGE looks at the pulsar on his hand. PORRIDGE: You knew it was me. CAPTAIN: I was in the Imperial Guard on Caspertine. Mostly just parades. But I had the honour to guard the old Emperor during the ice picnic. They are being watched by a Cybermite. PORRIDGE: When the snow bears came and danced for us. That was a day. CAPTAIN: We're a punishment platoon. We can't bat a Cyberman. The Imperium has to know what's happening. PORRIDGE: Like you said, the communicators are out. The only way you can report this now is to activate the bmb. CAPTAIN: Yes! PORRIDGE: And I forbid you to do that. CLARA climbs the stairs and joins them. CLARA: I don't get it. Why would you blow up a whole planet, and everybody on it, just to get rid of one Cyberman? (sits) PORRIDGE: We tried other ways. But they only work sometimes. So now we take drastic action. And it works. CAPTAIN: If you find a Cyberman and you can't destroy it immediately, you implode the planet. I was sent here because I didn't follow orders. I can make up for that. The CAPTAIN turns around and PORRIDGE looks at CLARA. The CAPTAIN picks up the bmb and CLARA stands and confronts her. CLARA: Put it down, I forbid you! PORRIDGE: Yeah. What she said. CAPTAIN: You ran away. I will do what I was brought up to do. Live for the Empire, fight for the Empire, die for the Empire. This is Captain Alice Ferrin, (pushes past CLARA) Imperial ID 19-delta-13B. Activate... A beam fires right at the CAPTAIN and she falls dad. PORRIDGE: Cyberman! Get down! Two soldiers run over and check for a pulse. EXT. CASTLE The CYBERMAN looks up at the galleries from outside before walking away. INT. CASTLE, HALLS CLARA leads the soldiers through the castle. CLARA: The Doctor said to get somewhere easily defensible. But if we stay in the castle, it'll pick us off one by one. We have to take it out. One of the soldiers, a heavyset man known as HA-HA questions her. HA-HA: Is that an order, ma'am? CLARA: (walks back) Yes. HA-HA: Good. CLARA: You know what to do. BRAINS: Pulse to the back of the head. Fry the brain circuit interface. CLARA: It's going to be hard to get in close enough. INT. WAREHOUSE A female SOLDIER slowly walks the floor watching for Cybermen. She sees a head and goes to pick it up only to be attcked by the rest of the Cyberman as it comes up behind her. It lowers her to the ground before replacing its head. In a different area, a Cyberman lowers two soldiers to the floor and makes for HA-HA who is standing just outside the door. HA-HA: I've heard about the Cybermen since I was in my cradle. I'm not afraid of you! The Cyberman moves towards HA-HA. CLARA: Now! HA-HA jumps out of the way and CLARA fires the pulse rfle, disintegrating the Cyberman. Standing, HA-HA laughs. CLARA looks amazed. The two soldiers stand, cyber-implants at their left ears. HA-HA: Hold it right there! CLARA: What's happening to them? (prepares to fre again) One more step, and I fre! HA-HA: Don't fre that. A pulse will deactivate them. Two soldiers come up on either side of the first two and use the pulsars on them, knocking them unconscious. HA-HA: And anyway... it's a waste of charge. We may need it again. CLARA: You don't think that was the only one, then? HA-HA shakes his head and they head back to the castle. EXT. CASTLE The DOCTOR is making his way to the castle. WEBLEY, ANGIE and ARTIE are following him. The soldiers surround him. He holds the chessboard in front of his face. DOCTOR: Don't sht, don't sht! (lowers board) I'm nice! Please, don't sh*t! (sees CLARA) Hey, Clara, you haven't let them blow up the planet. Good job. CLARA: Did you get the kids? Are they all right? What's going on? DOCTOR: Bit of a good news/bad news/good news again thing going on. So... Good news - I've kidnapped their Cyber-Planner, and right now I'm sort of in control of this Cyberman. CLARA: Bad news? DOCTOR: Bad news - the Cyber-Planner's in my head. And DIFFERENT bad news - the kids are... Well, it's complicated. CLARA: Complicated how? DOCTOR: Complicated, as in walking coma. The DOCTOR hides behind the chessboard once again and ducks behind the children. CLARA hurries forward and looks at them both. She raises the gn. CLARA: Please tell me you can wake them up. DOCTOR: (sing-song) Hope so. CLARA: Other good news? DOCTOR: (backs away from CLARA) Well, in other good news, there are a few more repaired and reactivated Cybermen on the way. And the Cyber-Planner's installing a patch for the gold thing. No, wait, that isn't not good news, is it? Um, so... Good news – (holds chessboard over his head) I have a very good chance of winning my chess match. CLARA: (lowers gn) What? DOCTOR: I'll explain later. In a bit of a hurry. (starts up the drawbridge) Get me to a table. (stops and turns) And somebody tie me up! Need hands free for chess. (starts and turns around again) And immobilise me. Quickly. (runs into the castle) INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM The DOCTOR has set up the chessboard on a table in front of the throne. CLARA ties him to the chair, leaving his hands free. WEBLEY, ANGIE and ARTIE are standing on the floor facing him. DOCTOR: Right, that's good. I won't be able to move, but... hands free. Good. CLARA: You're playing chess with yourself? DOCTOR: And winning. The DOCTOR'S hand raises and rips off the golden ticket. CYBERDOCTOR: Actually, he has no better than a 25% chance of winning at this stage in the game. Some very dodgy moves at the beginning. Hello, flesh-girl. Fantastic! I'm the Cyber-Planner. CLARA: (walks around to face him) Doctor...? CYBERDOCTOR: Afraid not. I'm working the mouth now. Allons-y! Oh, you should see the state of these neurons - he's had some cowboys in here. Ten complete re-jigs. CLARA: You aren't the Doctor. CYBERDOCTOR: No, but I know who YOU are. You're the impossible girl. Ooh, he's very interested in you. CLARA: Why am I impossible? CYBERDOCTOR: Hasn't he told you? The sly devil. Oh, dear me. Soon, we wake, we'll strip you down for spare parts, then build a spaceship and move on. CLARA: More Cybermen? CYBERDOCTOR: They're waking from their tomb right now. You can either die or live on as one of us. CLARA: The Doctor will stop you. CLARA hears a scratching sound and looks down at the DOCTOR'S right hand that is writing on a notepad. It reads "ht me". CYBERDOCTOR: He can't even access the lips. CLARA slaps his face. DOCTOR: Owwww! Ow! Oh, that hurt! No, stop! Enough! Bit of pain, neural surge - just what I needed. Thanks. CLARA: Why am I the impossible girl? DOCTOR: It's a thing in my head. I'll explain later. CLARA: Chess game - stakes? DOCTOR: If he wins, I give up my mind and he gets access to all my memories, along with knowledge of time travel. But if I win, he'll break his promises to get out of my head and then kll us anyway. CLARA: That's not reassuring. DOCTOR: No. CLARA: Please tell me you can fix what happened to the children. DOCTOR: Children. Yeah. They're fine. I mean, right now their brains are just in stand-by mode. CLARA: That is not fine! CYBERDOCTOR: Listen, right now, they have a better chance of getting out of this situation alive than you do. CLARA: Which one of you said that? CYBERDOCTOR: Me. Cyber-Planner. Mr Clever. Now, if you don't mind, I have a (pokes CLARA in the forehead) chess game to finish. And YOU have to die - pointlessly and very far from home. Toodle-oo. CLARA leaves. EXT. CASTLE, DRAWBRIDGE CLARA walks through the main gate followed by BRAINS, holding the gn. PORRIDGE is with the soldiers on guard duty. CLARA: Apparently there are more Cybermen on the way. BRAINS: There's at least a dozen more shts left in the gn before it needs to recharge. CLARA: We might have more than a dozen Cybermen to worry about. What's that cable? PORRIDGE: Power line for the park. CLARA: What'd happen if we dropped the end into the moat and turned it on? HA-HA: (smiles) Fry anything that entered the water. CLARA: Can Cybermen fly? BRAINS: No, ma'am. CLARA: First good news of the day. Do it. They lower the cable into the water and turn on the power. It bursts with power on contact and continues to crackle. The soldiers retreat into the castle and raise the drawbridge. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM The chess match continues. The DOCTOR moves a white piece before he jerks back in the seat. INT. DOCTOR'S MIND DOCTOR: Stop that! I felt that. CYBERDOCTOR: Of course you did. It's time to get up. Wakey wakey, boys and girls. Wakey wakey. INT. TOMBS The Cybermen awake and become active. They march out in the thousands. INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD CLARA, PORRIDGE and the soldiers set up a line of defense. CLARA rubs her hands in the chill and PORRIDGE hands her a cup of soup. PORRIDGE: There. Get that in you. Warm you up. CLARA: Oh, thank you, Porridge. As CLARA raises the cups to her lips, the DOCTOR calls from inside. DOCTOR: (O.C.) Oi, Clara! CLARA: (lowers cup) I'll see what he wants. Call me if there's any change. (heads inside) PORRIDGE: Right. EXT. PARK The Cybermen march towards the castle. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM The DOCTOR smiles when CLARA enters the room. She checks the children's responses by snapping her fingers in front of their faces. DOCTOR: Hey! Clara, there you are. Now, quick rundown. What's our wapon strength? CLARA: (walks over to the DOCTOR) One big gn, five of those hand pulsar units and a shiny black bmb that implodes the planet. DOCTOR: Yeah, yeah, that one. Now, tell me, does it happen, possibly, to have a remote triggery thing? CLARA pulls the trigger from her pocket and holds it up. DOCTOR: Brilliant. Pass it here. CLARA: No. DOCTOR: Why not? CLARA: In case you're not you right now. Or even if you are you, just in case. DOCTOR: Oh, don't worry. The Cyber-Planner's hibernating between moves right now. Sssh. CLARA: (leans over on table) Prove you're you. Tell me something only the Doctor knows. DOCTOR: Clara... I suppose... I'm the only one who knows how I feel about you right now. How funny you are - so funny... and pretty. And the truth is, I'm starting to like you in a way that is more than just... The DOCTOR leans in for a kiss and CLARA slaps him again. DOCTOR: Ow! Ow! Ow! Yes! It's me! That really hurt! How did you know that was him?! CLARA: Because even if that WAS true - which it's obviously not - I know you that you would rather die than say it. Finish your stupid game! CLARA swings her right arm at him and the DOCTOR'S left hand reaches out and grabs it. CLARA: (tries to pull herself free) Doctor, let go. DOCTOR: I can't. He's got control of the left arm. (tries to regain control of his arm) Aaargh! Aaaargh! No! No! (the trigger is smashed to pieces against the table) Aaargh! Aaargh! Aaargh! CLARA: Doctor? DOCTOR: He got what he wanted. He destroyed the trigger. My move. CLARA: What do you mean, he got what he wanted? CYBERDOCTOR: He means... good news, boys and girls! THEY'RE HEERE! EXT. PARK The Cybermen line the walkway from the main section of the park to the castle. There are thousands, possibly millions. INT. CASTLE, UPPER GALLERY CLARA leans against the wall having seen what they are up against. CLARA: One gn, five hand pulsars and a planet-smashing bmb that doesn't work anymore. BRAINS: Why not? CLARA: Broken trigger unit. BRAINS: But you signed for that. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM CYBERDOCTOR: I've learned so much from you, Doctor. It's been an education. But now it's time for the endgame. (Slams down chess pieces) EXT. CASTLE The Cybermen march on the castle, stopping at the moat. One steps into the water. Sparks fly from its body and it moves jerkily, bending over. INT. CASTLE, UPPER GALLERY CLARA and the others laugh when they see their plan working. CLARA: Brilliant. EXT. CASTLE The CYBERMAN in the moat straightens. CYBERMAN: Upgrade in progress. The CYBERMAN continues to cross the moat and the others follow. INT. CASTLE, UPPER GALLERY CLARA and the others laugh when they see their plan working. CLARA: Damn. (looks at the soldiers) Who's our best sht? HA-HA: Probably it's me. BRAINS hands the gn to CLARA who takes it over to HA-HA. CLARA: sht any of them who make it across. The rest of you, take defensive positions. (the soldiers head off) Porridge? PORRIDGE: Yes? CLARA: Keep yourself safe. As CLARA looks over the rail, PORRIDGE hurries away. INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD HA-HA and BEAUTY take up position across from the main gate. HA-HA fires as the first Cyberman comes through the door. They laugh. When more Cybermen make their way through the door, HA-HA and BEAUTY'S smiles fall. INT. CASTLE, UPPER GALLERY PORRIDGE covers the CAPTAIN'S body. PORRIDGE: Alice Ferrin... you should have destroyed this planet when you had the chance. (picks up the bmb) INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM CYBERDOCTOR: They're nearly here. Now, you can take my bishop and keep limping on for a little longer. Or you can sacrifice your queen, and get the children back, but it's mate in five moves. And I get your mind. INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD HA-HA: Go! HA-HA and BEAUTY run to a different position. The Cybermen sh*t the other soldiers as they run for cover. HA-HA fires at another Cybermen blwing its head to smithereens. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM DOCTOR: Take my queen. And give me back the children. (moves the queen) CYBERDOCTOR: Emotions! Can't you see what a foolish move that was? You've lost the game! DOCTOR: Kids! Back! Now! ANGIE and ARTIE fall to their knees. The CYBERDOCTOR takes the DOCTOR'S queen and kisses the piece. INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD HA-HA and BEAUTY run along the walls as they are fired upon. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM CYBERDOCTOR: Emotions, Doctor - all for two human children you barely know. And it was a pointless sacrifice anyway. ANGIE stands and looks around. INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD HA-HA sh*t another Cyberman. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM CYBERDOCTOR: So, Doctor... do you think the children's death will affect your relationship with Miss Clara? PORRIDGE enters with the bmb. INT. CASTLE, UPPER GALLERY Cybermen chase CLARA and BRAINS, fring at them. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM WEBLEY turns to face the children. WEBLEY: Welcome to Webley's World Of Wonders, children. Now presenting delights, delicacies... and death. The CYBERDOCTOR hides a smile behind his hand. ANGIE: Doctor! PORRIDGE hurries over and applies his hand pulsar to WEBLEY'S leg. WEBLEY reflexively kicks PORRIDGE away and the man lands at the base of the table holding the chess board. WEBLEY'S cybernetics spark. DOCTOR: Angie, are you, OK? Just look after Artie, OK? ANGIE kneels beside her brother. INT. CASTLE, GALLERY BEAUTY is following a Cyberman, ready to ht it with her pulsar. Its head swivels around and she gasps in shock. INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD More Cybermen march through the main gate as CLARA, HA-HA and BRAINS are running across. HA-HA fires at the lead Cyberman, but it is only knocked back. CYBERMAN: Upgrade in progress. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM WEBLEY turns to face the children. DOCTOR: Your move. But before you take it, just so you know, sacrificing my queen was the best possible move I could have made. The Time Lords invented chess. It's our game. And if you don't avoid MY trap, it gives ME mate in three moves. CYBERDOCTOR: How? INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD CLARA picks up a mace to use against the Cybermen. HA-HA: I've got no charge left! The Cybermen advance and the three back away. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM CYBERDOCTOR: How? INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD CLARA swings the mace at the lead Cyberman. It grabs the mace from her hand and throws it to the ground as it continues to advance. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM DOCTOR: Oh, come on. Call yourself a chess-playing robot? CYBERDOCTOR: How? INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD CLARA and the others are backed towards the wall. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM DOCTOR: You figure it out! INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD CLARA and the others are backed towards the wall. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM DOCTOR: Or don't you have the processing power? Hmm? (twiddles bow tie) INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD CLARA and the others are pressed against the wall. CYBERMAN: Please stand by - you will be upgraded. Welcome to the Cyberiad. The Cybermen reach out their hands towards the three. CYBERMAN: You will be upgraded. Welcome to the Cyberiad. You will be upgraded... You will be upgraded... The Cybermen freeze, their hands a fraction away from touching human skin. CLARA, BRAINS and HA-HA laugh in relief. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM DOCTOR: What are you doing? CYBERDOCTOR: Doctor. Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor! I'm pulling in extra processing power. Three million Cyberbrains are working on one tiny chess problem. How long do you think it's going to take us to solve it? DOCTOR: That's cheating! CYBERDOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no. Just pulling in the local resources. INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD CLARA, HA-HA and BRAINS duck under the frozen arms of the Cybermen. CLARA: Woo-oo-oo. CLARA backs away from the first line and nearly runs into the second line with a gasp. They run from the courtyard. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM CYBERDOCTOR: There's no way you can get to mate in three moves. DOCTOR: Three moves! Want to know what they are? CYBERDOCTOR: You're lying! DOCTOR: No! (reaches over and takes pulsar from PORRIDGE'S hand) Move one – (reaches into pocket and pulls out sonic) turn on sonic screwdriver. (turns on sonic) Move two - activate pulsar. (uses sonic on pulsar) Move three - amplify pulsar. The DOCTOR slips the pulsar onto his right hand and lifts it towards his face. His left hand reaches across to stop the right, pushing it away. DOCTOR: See ya. (puts pulsar to his face) The DOCTOR'S body jerks as the energy runs through it. CYBERDOCTOR: That's cheating! The cybernetics on his face spark and he falls face-down onto the table. CLARA runs into the room followed by soldiers. The DOCTOR sits up, the cybernetics gone from his face. CLARA hurries to the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: Just taking advantage of the local resources. (throws pulsar over his shoulder) Ah, hello. Can someone untie me, please? CLARA: Do you think I'm pretty? DOCTOR: No! You're too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny. CLARA: Good enough. (unties the DOCTOR) What happened to the Cyber-Planner? DOCTOR: Out of my head and redistributed across three million Cybermen. About to wake them up, kll us and start constructing a spaceship. (gets up and hurries to the bmb) We need to destroy this planet before they can get off it. OK. (scans bmb) It has a fallback voice activation. PORRIDGE wakes and sits up. HA-HA: The Captain. But she's dad. ANGIE: I think you should ask Porridge. CLARA: Why? ANGIE: Well, he is the Emperor. I bet HE knows the activation codes. PORRIDGE looks down at the floor. CLARA looks between PORRIDGE and ANGIE. ANGIE: Oh, come on, it's obvious. He looks exactly like he does on the coin and on the waxwork, except they made him a bit taller, but... Look, am I the only one paying attention to ANYTHING around here? CLARA: You are full of surprises. (turns to PORRIDGE) Porridge? PORRIDGE: She's right. CLARA: So you can save us? PORRIDGE: We all die in the end. Does it matter how? The DOCTOR sets the bmb in front of PORRIDGE. BRAINS: What do we do? PORRIDGE: I don't want to be Emperor. If I activate that bmb, it's all over. DOCTOR: And if you don't, three million Cybermen will spread across the galaxy. Isn't that worth dying for? PORRIDGE: Doctor... DOCTOR: Three million Cybermen! INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD CLARA, HA-HA and BRAINS duck under the frozen arms of the Cybermen. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM PORRIDGE: The bmb, the throne, it's all connected. I just have to say, "This is Emperor Ludens Nimrod Kendrick, called Longstaff the 41st, the defender of humanity, imperator of known space. Activate the Desolator." (the bmb activates) And it's done. The DOCTOR scans the bmb with the sonic. INT. CASTLE, COURTYARD The Cybermen are on the march. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM PORRIDGE: It'll blow in about 80 seconds. Easily long enough for the Imperial Flagship to locate me from my identification, warp-jump into orbit, and transmat us to the State Room. (closes his eyes) INT. SHIP, STATE ROOM They are transported to the imperial spaceship. PORRIDGE stands on a multi-level dais. Behind him is a large window overlooking the planet. The DOCTOR, CLARA, ANGIE, ARTIE and the soldiers are on the floor. There are two techs standing at pedestals. DOCTOR: (looks around) Oh, yeah! Nice ship. Bit big. Not blue enough. (steps onto the dais and talks with PORRIDGE) Listen, there is a large blue box at co-ordinates six ultra 19P. I need it transmatted up here right away. PORRIDGE: Right. (looks at tech) Did you get that? The tech nods. INT. CASTLE, THRONE ROOM The Cybermen enter the throne room and march towards the bmb. It is counting down from 13. INT. SHIP, STATE ROOM Everyone steps towards the window. CLARA has her arm around ARTIE'S shoulder. PORRIDGE: And that's that. 76, 77, 78, 79... The planet explodes and they are knocked around from the blast. ARTIE, ANGIE and CLARA sit on the steps of the dais. PORRIDGE: Fairwell, Cyberiad. You know... it was GOOD to get away. Good to be a person and not to be lonely or Emperor of 1,000 galaxies, with everybody waiting for ME to tell them what to do. ARTIE: Can't you run away again? PORRIDGE: They'll be keeping a close eye on me this time. That's what happens when you're Emperor - loneliest job in the Universe. CLARA: You don't have to be lonely. Standing on the opposite side of the dais, the DOCTOR smiles at CLARA'S caring nature. PORRIDGE: I don't. (faces CLARA gets down on one knee) Clara... will you marry me? The DOCTOR is stunned by the question. CLARA doesn't believe it. CLARA: What? ARTIE: He said... ANGIE: She heard what he said. PORRIDGE: You're smart and you're beautiful, and I've never met anyone like you before. And being Emperor won't be as hard if you're by my side. And you'd rule 1,000 galaxies. The DOCTOR leans over PORRIDGE'S shoulder. DOCTOR: This sounds like an actual marriage proposal - tricky. Now, if you want my advice... CLARA: You - not one word. This is between me and the... Emperor. Porridge, I...don't want to rule 1,000 galaxies. Behind PORRIDGE'S back, the DOCTOR gives her a thumbs-up and a nod. PORRIDGE: Yeah. Silly of me. CLARA: I'm really sorry. ANGIE: But that's stupid. You could be queen of the universe. How can you say no to that? When someone asks you if you want to be queen of the universe, you say, "Yes." You watch. One day, I'LL be queen of the universe. PORRIDGE smiles at ANGIE'S declaration. PORRIDGE: (stands) Of course, I could have you all ex*cuted - which is what a proper Emperor would do. DOCTOR: You're not actually going to do that, though, are you...? PORRIDGE smiles and chuckles. DOCTOR: (points at PORRIDGE) Oh, you're...! Hey? PORRIDGE: Go on, get out of here, all of you, before I change my mind. The DOCTOR heads for the TARDIS and the children follow. CLARA stands and salutes PORRIDGE before joining them. PORRIDGE sits on the second step of the dais. INT. TARDIS CLARA leans against the console as the children say good-bye to the DOCTOR. ARTIE: (shakes the DOCTOR'S hand) Thank you for having me. It was very interesting. DOCTOR: My pleasure. Thank you for coming. (to ANGIE) Now, I've got something for you. (runs around the console) It's not from me, it's from the TARDIS. Ah! New phone. (gives ANGIE a mobile) ANGIE: Thanks! DOCTOR: You're welcome. ANGIE: Sorry I said this box was stupid. (shakes the DOCTOR'S hand before heading for the door) DOCTOR: Bye! (waves) ANGIE: Bye! ARTIE: Thanks, Clara. Thanks, Clara's boyfriend. The children wave good-bye and exit the TARDIS. CLARA walks over to stand beside the DOCTOR. CLARA: Thank you, Doctor. DOCTOR: For what? CLARA: Kids' day out, getting us off the planet alive, whatever you were doing with the Cybermen... The DOCTOR nods. CLARA: Good night. (walks to the door) See you next Wednesday. DOCTOR: Well... a Wednesday, definitely. Next Wednesday, last Wednesday... (CLARA leaves) one of the Wednesdays. Impossible girl. A mystery wrapped in an enigma squeezed into a skirt that's just a little bit too... tight. The DOCTOR gets a dreamy looks on his face. He shakes it off. DOCTOR: What are you? The DOCTOR turns around and set the TARDIS in motion. INT. SHIP, STATE ROOM PORRIDGE sits on his throne on the dais. PORRIDGE: Signs of any Cybertech remaining? TECH: No, Majesty. PORRIDGE: (twiddles thumbs) You ever wanted to be Emperor, Gloria? GLORIA: No, Majesty. PORRIDGE: That's the right answer. Come on. Let's go home. SPACE The space ship leaves the area. They do not see the Cybermite floating nearby.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x12 - Nightmare in Silver"}	foreverdreaming
INT. WORKSHOP Two men are hunched over counters, working on different projects. An alarm goes off causing both men to look up. One walks over to a monitor. MAN: Something wrong? MAN 2: It's the repair shop. What kind of idiot would try and steal a faulty TARDIS? On the monitor we see a row of plain grey cylinders, tall enough for a man. We then zoom out through a long tunnel or vent. EXT. CITY We see a familiar domed city. It is Gallifrey a very long time ago... INT. WORKSHOP Back on the monitor we see an older man escort a young girl towards one of the cylinders. It is the DOCTOR in his first incarnation. INT. REPAIR SHOP The DOCTOR looks around nervously. CLARA: (O.C.) Doctor? THE DOCTOR: (sees CLARA) Yes, what is it? What do you want? CLARA: Sorry. But you're about to make a very big mistake. ???? CLARA opens her eyes and flames are reflected in them. She is falling downwards surrounded by fre. CLARA: (V.O.) I don't know where I am. It's like I'm breaking into a million pieces. And there's only one thing I remember. INT. CORRIDOR CLARA suddenly finds herself standing in a futuristic hallway wearing 70s style clothes. CLARA: (V.O.) I have to save the Doctor. The Sixth DOCTOR walks across a corridor behind her. CLARA turns but he is already gone. CLARA: (V.O.) He always looks different. She runs to the other corridor to see the Fourth DOCTOR walking away. CLARA: Doctor! (V.O.)..but I always know it's him. ???? CLARA continues to fall. INT. CORRIDOR CLARA runs down another corridor wearing 80s clothes. CLARA: (V.O.) Sometimes I think I'm everywhere at once. (runs to a door and presses against a window) Running every second, just to find him. She looks through the window to see the Seventh DOCTOR hanging from a ledge by his umbrella ["Dragonfire"] CLARA: Doctor! (pounds on door) CLARA: (V.O.) Just to save him. (she whirls around) EXT. COUNTRYSIDE, DAY CLARA, in 70s clothes, turns around as the Third DOCTOR in Bessie speeds past. CLARA: (cups her hands and yells) Doctor! EXT. CALIFORNIA, BEACH, DAY CLARA is still in her 70s clothes as the Eighth DOCTOR brushes past her. She turns to look and the Second DOCTOR in his fur coat rushes by her from the other direction. She runs after him and falls... ??? ...only to land – in 80s clothes - on a clear platform looking down on the Fifth DOCTOR as he floats in the Matrix ["Arc of Infinity"]. CLARA: Doctor? EXT. LONDON 1892, STREET, NIGHT CLARA follows the Eleventh DOCTOR. ["The Snowmen"] CLARA: (V.O.) But he never hears me. (on-screen) Oi! The DOCTOR stops and turns. CLARA: (V.O.) Almost never. ???? CLARA continues to fall. CLARA: (V.O.) I blew into this world on a leaf. EXT. STREET, DAY A MAN walks along the sidewalk, looking around to get his bearings. A leaf blows loose from a tree and covers his face, causing him to stagger into the road in front of an oncoming car. He pulls the leaf from his face and turns around to see the car and he freezes. CLARA: (V.O.) I'm still blwing. EXT. STREET, NIGHT The couple kisses. INT. NURSERY, DAY The MAN sits in a chair, holding their sleeping baby girl. CLARA: (V.O.) I don't think I'll ever land. ???? CLARA continues to fall. CLARA: (V.O.) I'm Clara Oswald, I'm the impossible girl, I was born to save The Doctor. Matt Smith Jenna-Louise Coleman DOCTOR WHO "The Name of the Doctor" By Steven Moffat PRODUCER Denise Paul DIRECTOR Saul Metzstein EXT. LONDON 1893, NIGHT We pan over the rooftops and smoking chimneys. MAN: (V.O.) Do you hear the Whisper Men? The Whisper Men are near. INT. PRISON, CORRIDOR, NIGHT Two guards walk down the brick corridor carrying lamps. We hear water dripping from the ceiling and walls. MAN: (V.O.) If you hear the Whisper Men then turn away your ear. INT. PRISON, CELL, NIGHT A MAN squats on the floor and rocks slightly. His wrists are cuffed by long chains. MAN: Do not hear the Whisper Men / Whatever else you do / For once you've heard the Whisper Men / They'll stop and look at you. He realizes someone is standing outside his cell at the bars and turns around. MAN: (points) One word from you could save me from the rope. The figure is a veiled VASTRA. VASTRA: Then you may rely on my silence. MAN: I have information. Valuable information. VASTRA: Are you bargaining for your life? You have the blood of 14 women on your hands. There are no words you can speak that will save your neck. MAN: The Doctor. Startled, VASTRA walks closer to the bars. MAN: Oh, yes, I know all about him. Your dangerous friend. VASTRA: How? MAN: In the babble of the world, there are whispers - if you know how to listen. (walks to the bars) The Doctor has a secret, you know. VASTRA: He has many. MAN: He has one he will take to the grave. (grabs the bars and peers through) And it is discovered. Well? INT. VASTRA'S HOME, FOYER, NIGHT JENNY takes VASTRA'S cane. JENNY: We can't let that terrible man live. VASTRA: (pushes back veil) He lives till I understand what he told me. We're going to need a conference call. (hands JENNY her coat) I'll send out the invitations, you fetch the candles. JENNY: Yes, ma'am! VASTRA goes to prepare as JENNY hangs the coat in the hall. She pauses and looks towards the window where a figure has paused. VASTRA comes in front of her, blocking the view. VASTRA: Where's Strax got to? JENNY: The usual - it's his weekend off. VASTRA: I wish he had never discovered that place! EXT. GLASGOW, NIGHT A setting sht of the city skyline. STRAX: (V.O.) Sontar-ha! Sontar-ha! INT. HOUSE, NIGHT STRAX tackles a large MAN and both fall through a glass door. They both stand quickly. The MAN holds a large hammer. MAN: Come here while I kll you, you filthy wee midden! STRAX: (wields a shovel) Prepare to die in agony for the glory of the Sontaran empire! Both roar in preparation for attck. BOY: (O.C.) Excuse me - Mr Strax? Both lower their wapon and look at the BOY. STRAX: What is it, girl? Can't you see I'm trying to crush the brains of this stinking primitive? (looks at MAN) Sorry about this. MAN: No problem. BOY: It's a telegram, sir. (holds out paper) Very urgent! STRAX: (takes telegram and reads) Conference call! (hands telegram to BOY who leaves) Sorry, Archie. I'm going to have to ask you to render me unconscious. ARCHIE: Fine. (hefts hammer) STRAX: Better use this. (hands ARCHIE the shovel) It might take a while. ARCHIE hits him on the head with the shovel, knocking him out. INT. VASTRA'S HOME, PARLOR, NIGHT VASTRA sits at a multi-sided table as JENNY lights a candle positioned in the center. JENNY sits next to VASTRA as she blows out the taper. VASTRA: (puts her hand on JENNY'S) Sleep well, my love. JENNY: You too. As they drift off, there is a ghostly whispering. At the window, we see a figure clad in black with a white face. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR The general setting is the same but things are a bit more out of focus. The walls have a moving pattern like a cross between a lava lamp and a kaleidoscope. JENNY: Oh, I like the new desktop. VASTRA: I was getting a little bored of the Taj Mahal. (a tea tray appears on the table and she pours) The tea should be superb, it's drawn from one of my favourite memories. There is a loud thud. VASTRA doesn't look up from pouring. VASTRA: Strax! Good of you to join us. STRAX: It better be important! I was in the middle of destroying some very pleasant primitives. VASTRA: I apologise for the interruption, but there is urgent news concerning the Doctor. STRAX: Who else is coming? VASTRA: The women. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, KITCHEN, DAY CLARA opens a cabinet and takes out a bag of flour. She turns to put it on a counter as she holds a mixing bowl in her other hand. ANGIE and ARTIE are doing homework at the table. ANGIE: Oh, no. You're going to try and make a soufflé again, aren't you? CLARA: (whisks batter) My mum's soufflé, yeah. This time I'll get it right. This time I will be Soufflé Girl! ARTIE: How can it be your Mum's soufflé, if you're making it? CLARA: Because, Artie, like my mum always said - the soufflé isn't the soufflé, the soufflé is the recipe! ANGIE: Was your mum deep on puddings? CLARA: She was a great woman. (sees a letter addressed to her) What's this? ANGIE: Oh, it arrived today - for you. CLARA turns the envelope over to see it's sealed with wax and bears the note "Open When Alone" on the back. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, CLARA'S ROOM, DAY CLARA walks around the room as she reads the letter. VASTRA: (V.O.) "My dearest Clara... The Doctor entrusted me with your contact details, in the event of an emergency, and I fear one has now arisen. Assuming this letter will have reached you, as planned, on April 10th 2013, please find and light the enclosed candle. CLARA reaches into the envelope and pulls out a small candle. VASTRA: (V.O.) It will release a soporific which will induce a trance state, enabling direct communication across the years. CLARA drops the candle. VASTRA: However, as I realise you have no reason to trust this letter, I have taken the liberty of embedding the same soporific into the fabric of the paper you are now holding. Speak soon!" CLARA falls unconscious. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR CLARA appears in one of the chairs. VASTRA: So glad you could make it. (passes CLARA a cup of tea) CLARA: (takes tea) Where am I? JENNY: Exactly where you were - but sleeping. VASTRA: Time travel has always been possible in dreams. We are awaiting only one more participant. (sips tea) STRAX: Oh, no - not the one with the gigantic head? JENNY: It's hair, Strax. STRAX: Hair! RIVER appears in her chair with a puff of smoke like a magician. RIVER: Madame Vastra! VASTRA: Professor! Help yourself to some tea. RIVER: Why, thank you. (holds up a flute of champagne) JENNY: How did you do that? RIVER: Disgracefully. (sips champagne and looks at CLARA) VASTRA: Ah. Perhaps you two haven't met. This is the Doctor's companion. CLARA and RIVER look at VASTRA. VASTRA: That is, his current...travelling... assistant. CLARA: Assistant? STRAX: (to VASTRA) Have you gone a darker green? VASTRA: Clara Oswald. RIVER: Professor River Song. The Doctor might have mentioned me. CLARA: Oh, yeah, of course he has. Professor Song. Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman. RIVER faces changes barely imperceptibly. She's hurt and surprised that the DOCTOR hasn't mentioned her more than in passing. STRAX: Well, neither did I! VASTRA: Perhaps we should get down to the business at hand. JENNY: That might be good, dear, yes. VASTRA touches the air above the center of the table and a projection appears. INT. PRISON, CELL, NIGHT The MAN VASTRA had visited earlier sits on the end of his bunk, rocking back and forth. VASTRA: (V.O.) Clarence DeMarco. mrder, under sentence of death. He offered us this... INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR VASTRA: ...in exchange for his life. VASTRA waves her hand through the projection and it changes. RIVER: Space time coordinates. INT. VASTRA'S HOME, FOYER, NIGHT An exterior door opens into the house. The key is still in the lock. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR VASTRA: This, Mr DeMarco claims, is the location of the Doctor's greatest secret. CLARA: Which is? JENNY: We don't know. It's a secret! VASTRA: The Doctor does not discuss his secrets with anyone, my dear. If you're still entertaining the idea that you are an exception to this rule, ask yourself one question. What is his name? INT. VASTRA'S HOME, PARLOR, NIGHT There is ghostly whispering as a figure walks past an unconscious JENNY. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR JENNY puts a hand up to her cheek, puzzled. She turns her head as if expecting to see something. RIVER: Well, I know it. CLARA: (looks at RIVER) What, you know his name? He told you? RIVER: I made him. CLARA: How? RIVER: It took a while. CLARA: So you're a... friend of his, then? RIVER: A little more than a friend - a long time ago. VASTRA: He's still never contacted you? RIVER: He doesn't like endings. INT. VASTRA'S HOME, PARLOR, NIGHT A figure bends over and whispers over a sleeping JENNY. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR JENNY shivers. RIVER: So what else did this DeMarco tell you? He didn't buy his life with some co-ordinates - how did he prove their value? VASTRA: One word, only. RIVER: What word? VASTRA: One I'd heard in connection with the Doctor before. Trenzalore. RIVER: How exactly did he describe what he was giving you? VASTRA changes the projection so it shows DeMARCO'S face. Everyone watches. DeMARCO: 'The Doctor has a secret, you know. He has one he will take to the grave. And it is discovered.' RIVER: You misunderstood. JENNY: Ma'am, I'm sorry - I just realised, I forgot to lock the doors. VASTRA: It doesn't matter Jenny. (to RIVER) What misunderstanding, tell me? JENNY: No, ma'am, please. I should've locked up before we went into the trance. VASTRA: It doesn't matter! VASTRA turns to look at JENNY who appears scared. JENNY: Someone's broken in. Someone's with us - I can hear them. INT. VASTRA'S HOME, PARLOR, NIGHT A white face leans in towards JENNY, its mouth opened wide showing pointed teeth. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR VASTRA: Jenny, are you all right? JENNY: (scared) Sorry, ma'am, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry... I think I've been mrder. (a tear falls from her eye) INT. VASTRA'S HOME, PARLOR, NIGHT JENNY lies on the floor on her back, three figures stand around her. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR JENNY starts to fade. VASTRA: Jenny! CLARA: What's happened to her? VASTRA: Jenny, can you hear me? STRAX: Speak to us, boy! VASTRA: Jenny! JENNY disappears. RIVER: You're under attck. You must wake up now, just wake up, (stands and slaps VASTRA) do it! INT. VASTRA'S HOME, PARLOR, NIGHT VASTRA wakes and stands, seeing the creatures standing over JENNY. VASTRA: Who are you? What have you done to her? The creatures turn on VASTRA and hiss. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR RIVER: You too, Strax, wake up now! (throws champagne at him) INT. HOUSE, NIGHT STRAX wakes up on the floor. He sits up and more of the creatures surround him. INT. DREAMSCAPE, PARLOR The creatures are the Whisper Men and invde the dreamscape to surround CLARA and RIVER. WHISPER MEN: Tell the Doctor. Tell the Doctor. Tell the Doctor. CLARA: Tell him what? The projection over the table reforms to show the face of Dr SIMEON, the host of the GREAT INTELLIGENCE. INTELLIGENCE: His friends are lost for evermore Unless he goes to Trenzalore. RIVER: No! You can't say that. He can't go there, you know he can't! CLARA hears the DOCTOR'S voice. THE DOCTOR: (O.C.) Angie? Artie? RIVER: The Doctor can never go to Trenzalore! INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, CLARA'S ROOM, DAY CLARA wakes up on the floor of her room. THE DOCTOR: (V.O.) Am I getting warm? Angie? Artie? Am I getting warm? CLARA sits up. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, BACK HALL, DAY The DOCTOR sticks his hand in front of him. We then see he is blindfolded as he calls for the children. THE DOCTOR: Am I getting warm? Look, I'm pretty sure you have to tell me if I'm getting warm. I'm-I'm-I'm pretty sure that's in the rules. CLARA comes down the stairs. CLARA: Doctor? THE DOCTOR: Ha, Clara! How are you, don't worry. Everything's under control. CLARA: What are you doing? THE DOCTOR: Oh, um, Mr Maitland went next door, so I said I'd look after the kids. They wanted to go to the cinema, but I said no, I said no - not until you wake up, I was very firm. CLARA: At which point, they suggested Blind Man's Bluff. THE DOCTOR: Yes. Where are they? CLARA steps down and removes the blindfold. CLARA: At the cinema. THE DOCTOR: The little...Daleks! (looks at CLARA) What's wrong? INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, KITCHEN, DAY CLARA is pouring tea into cups at the kitchen table. CLARA: So who was she? The lady with the funny name and the space hair. She looks over at the DOCTOR who is in the parlor. INT. MAITLAND HOUSE, PARLOR, DAY The DOCTOR is sitting on the sofa looking straight ahead. THE DOCTOR: An old... friend of mine. CLARA: What, like an ex? THE DOCTOR: Yes. An ex. River asked Vastra for the exact words - what were they? CLARA: (walks into the parlor with the tea) "The Doctor has a secret he will take to the grave. It is discovered." CLARA comes to stand in front of the DOCTOR and sees the sadness in his eyes, that he is on the verge of tears. CLARA: Doctor? THE DOCTOR: Sorry. (breaking) And it was Trenzalore? Definitely Trenzalore? CLARA: Yeah. THE DOCTOR: (puts hands over eyes and sighs) Oh, dear... Sorry. The DOCTOR sniffs, gets up and leaves the house. CLARA hurries after him. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR is sitting on the storage "units" underneath the console. CLARA slowly walks down the steps, her arms crossed. CLARA: Well? THE DOCTOR: Trenzalore. I've heard the name, of course. Dorium mentioned it, a few others. (stands and uses the sonic on some of the overhead wiring) Always suspected what it was, never wanted to find out myself. (puts away sonic) River would know, though – (pulls down a cable) River always knew. Right, come here, give me your hand. (CLARA comes over ) Now. The coordinates you saw will still be in your memory. I'm linking you into the TARDIS telepathic circuit, won't hurt a bit. (jabs the cable into her palm) CLARA: Ow! THE DOCTOR: I lied. CLARA: OK. What is Trenzalore? Is it your big secret? THE DOCTOR: No. CLARA: OK, what then? THE DOCTOR: When you are a time traveller, there is one place you must never go. One place in all of space and time you must never, ever find yourself. CLARA: Where? THE DOCTOR: You didn't listen, did you? You lot never do, that's the problem! "The Doctor has a secret he will take to the grave. It is discovered." He wasn't talking about my secret, no, no, no, that's not what's been found. He was talking about my...grave. Trenzalore is where I'm buried. (walks up the steps) CLARA: How can you have a grave? THE DOCTOR: (strides to console) Because we all do - somewhere out there in the future, waiting for us. The trouble with time travel, you can actually end up visiting... CLARA: But you're not going to. You just said it's the one place you must never go. THE DOCTOR: I have to save Vastra and Strax. Jenny too, if it's still possible. They cared for me during the dark times - never questioned me, never judged me, they were just... kind. I owe them. I have a duty. No point in telling you this is too dangerous. CLARA: None at all. How can we save them? THE DOCTOR: Apparently... by breaking into my own tomb! (throws a lever) EXT. MAITLAND HOUSE, DAY The TARDIS dematerializes. INT. TARDIS The TARDIS shudders and jerks, throwing the DOCTOR and CLARA off-balance. CLARA: (grips console) What's that? THE DOCTOR: She just figured out where we're going. (tries to keep control of the TARDIS) She's against it. I'm about to cross my own time line in the biggest way possible - the TARDIS doesn't like it. SPACE The TARDIS hurtles away from Earth. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR fights the controls, pushing hard against them to move. CLARA holds tightly to the console. THE DOCTOR: She's fighting it! Hang on! Hang on! Sparks fly from around the console as the TARDIS continues to resist the DOCTOR. One blast hurtles them against the rails. They look up to find themselves in the dark, the only light coming from the sparks. CLARA: Now what? THE DOCTOR: She doesn't want to land. She's shut down. (gets up and goes to console) CLARA: So we're not there. THE DOCTOR: (smacks a lever in frustration) We must be close. (goes over to the main door and opens it) OK. So that's where I end up. CLARA comes over and looks down as well. Below them is a planet covered in ash, fre and smoke. THE DOCTOR: Always thought maybe I'd retire. Take up watercolours, or bee-keeping, or something. Apparently not. CLARA: So. How do we get down there? Jump? THE DOCTOR: Don't be silly! We fall. (closes door) She's turned off practically everything, except the anti-gravs. Guess what I'm turning off? (uses sonic on the console) SPACE CLARA shrieks as the TARDIS plummets towards the planet below. EXT. TRENZALORE, CEMETARY, NIGHT The TARDIS crash lands. The DOCTOR opens the door and looks up at a pane of glass that is broken. He presses a finger to the hole. THE DOCTOR: Oops! The DOCTOR looks around before stepping out fully. The graveyard is packed tight with gravestones of various sizes and shapes. Above, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles. CLARA joins him. CLARA: You OK? Visiting your own grave - anyone would be scared. THE DOCTOR: It's more than that. I'm a time traveller. I've probably time-travelled more than anyone else. CLARA: Meaning? THE DOCTOR: Meaning... my grave is potentially the most dangerous place in the universe. Shall we? CLARA: (closes TARDIS door) Gravestones are a bit basic. The DOCTOR and CLARA walk past the graves. THE DOCTOR: It's a bttlefield graveyard, my final battle. CLARA: Why are some of them bigger? THE DOCTOR: They're soldiers, the bigger the gravestone, the higher the rank. They look ahead at something, awe and shock on their faces. They look at each other and then ahead again. Mounted high on a hill is a giant TARDIS. CLARA: Well. Bright side - it's a helluva monument. THE DOCTOR: It's the TARDIS. CLARA: I can see that. THE DOCTOR: No. When a TARDIS is dying, sometimes the dimension dams start breaking down. They used to call it a size leak, all the bigger-on-the-inside starts leaking to the outside. It grows. When I say that's the TARDIS, I don't mean it looks like the TARDIS - I mean it actually is the TARDIS. My TARDIS from the future. (goes ahead) What else would they bury me in? CLARA starts to follow but stops and turns at the sound of RIVER'S voice. RIVER: Clara. Don't speak, don't say my name – he can't see or hear me, only you can. THE DOCTOR: (calls) Well, come on then! RIVER: We're mentlly linked, it's the conference call. I kept the line open. THE DOCTOR: (strides over) Who are you talking to? We need to get... (stops at stares) River? (walks over to a stone bearing RIVER'S name and runs his fingers along it) CLARA: That can't be right. THE DOCTOR: No, it can't. CLARA: She's not dad. THE DOCTOR: Oh, she's dad, I'm afraid. She's been dad for a very long time. RIVER: Yeah, should probably have mentioned that - never the right time. CLARA: But I met her! THE DOCTOR: Long story. But her grave can't be here. CLARA hears hushed whispers and turns around. CLARA: Doctor! The DOCTOR hurries around in front of CLARA as the group of Whisper Men approach. He reaches into his inner jacket pocket and pulls out the sonic and uses it on them. The Whisper Men continue to approach. WHISPER MEN: (point at the DOCTOR) This man must fall as all men must The fate of all is always dust. The DOCTOR slaps the sonic against his hand and tries again. When it still doesn't work, he blows on it and tries a third time. RIVER: If it's not my gravestone, then what is it? CLARA: (to DOCTOR) What do you think the gravestone really is? THE DOCTOR: The gravestone? (spares a look at CLARA) RIVER: Maybe it's a false grave! CLARA: Maybe it's a false grave. THE DOCTOR: Yeah, maybe. RIVER: Maybe it's a secret entrance to the tomb! CLARA: Maybe it's a secret entrance to the tomb! THE DOCTOR: (taps the sonic against his forehead) Yes, of course, makes sense. (uses sonic on gravestone) They'd never have buried my wife out here! CLARA: Your what? The ground opens underneath them and they fall. The Whisper Men move forward to the hole. WHISPER MEN: The man who lies will lie no more When this man lies at Trenzalore. ??? VASTRA wakes on a dirt floor. She stands hurriedly and sees STRAX propped against a wide square column. She looks around and sees a window high up and the dark skies through it. She looks higher and sees the window is in the bottom row of three. The top window on the left is cracked. Above them are backwards letters that read "POLICE". EXT. TRENZALORE, NIGHT We once again see the TARDIS as the DOCTOR'S tomb. INT. TOMB, NIGHT VASTRA continues to look in amazement, realizing where they are: the space between the inner and outer shells of the TARDIS. STRAX wakes and stands quickly. STRAX: This base is surrounded! Lay down your wapon and your deaths will be merciful! VASTRA: (sees JENNY and rushes over) Jenny! Jenny! (kneels beside JENNY) STRAX: This planet is now property of the Sontaran Empire! Surrender your women and intellectuals. VASTRA: Strax, please! She's dad. STRAX hurries over and scans JENNY with a handheld device. STRAX: No heartbeat – complete cardio-collapse, shock-induced. VASTRA: (grips STRAX'S shoulder) Get her back for me! Get her back for me, or I will cut you into pieces! STRAX: Unhand me, ridiculous reptile! STRAX shoves VASTRA back and she falls to the ground. He holds the device over JENNY'S chest and activates it. STRAX: There we go! JENNY begins to cough and VASTRA strokes her face. STRAX: Just applied an electro-cardio-restart - she'll be fine. VASTRA: Are you all right, my love, can you hear me? JENNY nods. STRAX: The heart is a relatively simple thing. VASTRA: I have not found it so. VASTRA helps JENNY stand just as the Whisper Men approach with the Great INTELLIGENCE wearing the face of Simeon. INTELLIGENCE: I see you have repaired your pet. No matter, I was only attracting your attention. I presume I have it. VASTRA: Dr Simeon - this is not possible. INTELLIGENCE: And yet here we are, meeting again, so very far from home. JENNY: But he died... you told me. VASTRA: Simeon died, but the creature that possessed him lived on. I take it I am now talking to the Great Intelligence? INTELLIGENCE: Welcome to the final resting place of the cruel tyrant. Of the slaughterer of the ten billion and the vessel of the final darkness. Welcome to the tomb of the Doctor. INT. CATACOMBS, NIGHT The DOCTOR and CLARA walk through a doorway into a dark tunnel lined with invading roots. The DOCTOR finds and lights a torch before removing it from the sconce. CLARA: Where are we? THE DOCTOR: Catacombs. (starts down the tunnel) RIVER: I hate catacombs. CLARA: (follows DOCTOR) So how come I met your dad wife? THE DOCTOR: Well, you know how it is when you lose someone close to you. I sort of made a back-up. CLARA looks at RIVER and can see her flicker as she speaks. RIVER: I died saving him. In return, he saved me to a database in the biggest library in the universe. Left me like a book on a shelf. Didn't even say goodbye. He doesn't like endings. A Whisper Man walks right through RIVER, its hand reaching for CLARA. THE DOCTOR: Come on, run, run! (grabs CLARA'S arm and pulls her along) INT. TOMB, NIGHT The INTELLIGENCE looks out over the cemetery from the main entrance of the TARDIS. INTELLIGENCE: It was a minor skirmish, by the Doctor's blood-soaked standards - not exactly the Time wr, but enough to finish him. In the end, it was too much for the old man. (turns around to face the others) JENNY: Blood-soaked? VASTRA: The Doctor has been many things, but never blood-soaked. INTELLIGENCE: Tell that to the leader of the Sycorax. Or Solomon the trader, or the Cybermen, or the Daleks. The Doctor lives his life in darker hues, day upon day, and he will have other names before the end. The Storm. The Beast. The Valeyard. VASTRA: Even if any of this were true – which I take the liberty of doubting - how did you come by this information? INTELLIGENCE: I AM information. JENNY: You were a mind without a body, last time we met. VASTRA: And you were supposed to stay that way. INTELLIGENCE: Alas... I did. The Great INTELLIGENCE reaches up with his left hand and peels away his face to reveal nothing within. He removes his top hat and his clothes fall to the ground. One of the Whisper Men steps into his place and the face changes to that of Simeon. INTELLIGENCE: As you can see. INT. TOMB, LOWER LEVELS, NIGHT The DOCTOR bursts through a door and we can see the walls are that of the TARDIS. THE DOCTOR: Come on, quickly, we're in. CLARA follows but is grabbed by a Whisper Man. The DOCTOR reaches for her hands and pulls. CLARA: Doctor! THE DOCTOR: Clara! The DOCTOR pulls CLARA free and pushes the door closed on the Whisper Man's hand. The DOCTOR leans back against the door. The hand is pulled free and the door closes fully. THE DOCTOR: Yowzah! The DOCTOR drops the torch and they continue on through the corridors. They climb some steps. THE DOCTOR: Bit of a climb. Think I remember the way. The DOCTOR turns around for CLARA but she is lagging behind. THE DOCTOR: Clara. Clara? (runs to CLARA as she staggers and leans against a wall) It's OK. The dimensioning forces this deep in the TARDIS, they can make you a bit giddy. (holds her against him as they walk forward) CLARA: I know, I know. (pulls away and looks at the DOCTOR) How do I know? How do I know that? THE DOCTOR: Clara, it's OK, you're fine. CLARA: Have we, have we done this before? (flashes on memories from "Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS") We have! We have done this before, climbing through a wrecked TARDIS - you said things, things I'm not supposed to remember. THE DOCTOR: We can't do this now. The TARDIS is a ruin, the telepathic circuits are awakening memories you shouldn't even have. FLASHBACK INT. TARDIS, ENGINE ROOM THE DOCTOR: Why do I keep meeting you? INT. TOMB, LOWER LEVELS, NIGHT THE DOCTOR: Clara. FLASHBACK INT. TARDIS, ENGINE ROOM THE DOCTOR: The Dalek Asylum. There was a girl in a shipwreck and she died saving my life. And she was you. INT. TOMB, LOWER LEVELS, NIGHT THE DOCTOR: Clara. FLASHBACK INT. TARDIS, ENGINE ROOM THE DOCTOR: In Victorian London there was a governess who was really a barmaid... And she was you! INT. TOMB, LOWER LEVELS, NIGHT THE DOCTOR: Clara, what's wrong? CLARA: (staggers to a wall) What did you mean, you keep meeting me? You said I died! How could I die? THE DOCTOR: That's not a conversation you should even remember... CLARA: What do you mean I died? WHISPER MEN: (O.C.) The girl who died he tried to save She'll die again inside his grave. The DOCTOR peers through the wire fencing trying to locate the Whisper Men. THE DOCTOR: (takes CLARA'S hand) Run! Run! INT. TOMB, NIGHT The Great INTELLIGENCE faces the main doors to the "inner sanctum" of the tomb. INTELLIGENCE: The doors require a key. The key is a word. And the word... is the Doctor's. The DOCTOR and CLARA arrive and he steps in front of his friends, facing the Great INTELLIGENCE as it turns around. THE DOCTOR: Here I am, late to my own funeral. Glad to see you could make it, Jenny. (looks to JENNY who nods) INTELLIGENCE: Open the door, Doctor. Speak, and open your tomb. THE DOCTOR: No. INTELLIGENCE: Because you know what's in there? THE DOCTOR: I will not open those doors. INTELLIGENCE: The key is a word lost to time. A secret hidden in the deepest shadow and known to you alone. The answer to a question! The DOCTOR strides forward until he is face-to-face with the INTELLIGENCE. THE DOCTOR: I will not open my tomb. INTELLIGENCE: Doctor, what is your name? The DOCTOR doesn't reply and the INTELLIGENCE grips the DOCTOR'S face in his gloved hand. The DOCTOR stares it down before gripping its hand in his own and pulling it away. The INTELLIGENCE walks around the DOCTOR and heads towards the others. INTELLIGENCE: The Doctor's friends. (turns to face the DOCTOR) Stop their hearts. (raises left hand and makes a fist) The Whisper Men hiss. CLARA, STRAX, VASTRA and JENNY whip around to face them. STRAX: Madam, boys, combat formation! They are unarmed! JENNY: So are we! STRAX: Do not divulge our military secrets. The Whisper Men advance, each with a hand outstretched. THE DOCTOR: Stop this! Leave them alone. INTELLIGENCE: Your name, Doctor. Answer me! CLARA: Doctor! STRAX picks up a pipe and with a cry strikes at the Whisper Man in front of him. It makes a gash exposing emptiness but does not stop it. STRAX: Do you want me to do that again? The Whisper Man repairs itself. INTELLIGENCE: Doctor who? The DOCTOR looks around. The Whisper Man in front of STRAX reaches into his chest with its hand. STRAX: Aagh! THE DOCTOR: Please, stop it! INTELLIGENCE: Doctor who? STRAX: Unhand me, sir! Aagh! THE DOCTOR: Leave him alone, let him be. STRAX: Don't worry, sir, I think I've got him rattled. CLARA: Doctor! Doctor! INTELLIGENCE: Doctor who? THE DOCTOR: Please! Behind the DOCTOR, the doors open. The DOCTOR turns slowly and looks at the lit area within. The INTELLIGENCE raises its hand and the Whisper Men release the others. RIVER: (sashays over) The TARDIS can still hear me. Lucky thing, since him indoors is being so useless! STRAX: Why did you open the door, sir? I had them on the run! THE DOCTOR: I didn't do it. I didn't say my name. RIVER: No, but I did. The DOCTOR swallows before turning around to check on the others and help them stand. THE DOCTOR: Is everyone all right? Is everyone OK? Clara? Clara? Are you OK? CLARA: (coughs) That was not nice. THE DOCTOR: (hugs CLARA) I know. I'm sorry. (releases CLARA and walks over to face INTELLIGENCE) Now then, Dr Simeon. Or Mr G Intelligence, whatever I call you... Do you know what's in there? INTELLIGENCE: For me, peace at last. For you, pain everlasting. Won't you invite us in? (steps aside) The DOCTOR looks over at CLARA and sighs deeply before setting his jaw and striding over to the door. He stops and pushes the doors fully open with a groan. INT. TOMB, CONSOLE ROOM, NIGHT The console room has vines growing through it. As the DOCTOR climbs the stairs, we can hear the cloister bell. CLARA and the others follow. In the center, where the console would be is a tower of light, different strands rotating around each other. CLARA: What's that? THE DOCTOR: What were you expecting? A body? Bodies are boring, I've had loads of 'em. That's not what my tomb is for. The DOCTOR leads his friends up to the main level. Opposite them stand the Great INTELLIGENCE and the Whisper Men. VASTRA: But what is the light? JENNY: It's beautiful. STRAX: Should I destroy it? VASTRA: (whispers) Shut up, Strax. CLARA: Doctor, explain. What is that? THE DOCTOR: The tracks of my tears. INTELLIGENCE: Less poetry, Doctor. Just tell them. THE DOCTOR: Time travel is... damage. It's like a tear in the fabric of reality. That is the scar tissue of my journey through the universe. My path through time and space, from Gallifrey to Trenzalore. (uses sonic on light) FIRST DOCTOR: (V.O.) 'Have you ever thought what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension?' SIXTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) '..Cybermen - they're still in the nursery compared to us...' SECOND DOCTOR: (V.O.) 'There are corners of the universe that have bred the most dangerous things...' FOURTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) 'Do I have the right?' NINTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) 'You were fantastic - absolutely fantastic!' TENTH DOCTOR: (V.O.) 'I'm the Doctor, I'm from Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborous...' FIFTH DOCTOR: (faint V.O.) So you see... THE DOCTOR: (faint V.O.) Hello, Stonehenge! THIRD DOCTOR: (faint V.O.) It was the daisiest daisy I'd ever seen. THE DOCTOR: My own personal time tunnel, all the days, even the ones that... (weakly) I, er, even the ones that I haven't lived yet. (collapses to the floor) CLARA: Doctor! Doctor! (runs over and kneels beside him) THE DOCTOR: No. No. Which is why I shouldn't be here. The paradox is... it's very bad. The Great INTELLIGENCE starts to move towards the light. THE DOCTOR: No. What are you doing? Somebody stop him! INTELLIGENCE: The Doctor's life is an open wound. And an open wound can be entered. THE DOCTOR: No, it would destroy you. INTELLIGENCE: Not at all. It will kll me - it will destroy you. I can rewrite your every living moment. I can turn every one of your victories into defeats. Poison every friendship. Deliver pain to your every breath. THE DOCTOR: It would burn you up. Once you go through, you can't come back - you'll be scattered along my timeline, like confetti. INTELLIGENCE: It matters not, Doctor. You thwarted me at every turn. Now, you will give me peace, as I take my revenge on every second of your life! Goodbye... Goodbye, Doctor! The INTELLIGENCE steps backwards into the light and screams in pain. The Whisper Men disappear. The INTELLIGENCE is consumed by the light. On the floor, the DOCTOR gasps and cries in pain. CLARA: What's wrong with him? What's happening? VASTRA: He's being rewritten! DOCTOR'S TIMELINE The Great INTELLIGENCE appears throughout the DOCTOR'S timeline, witnessing moments of the First, Second, Third and Fourth incarnations. It culminates when the Great INTELLIGENCE – in Simeon's body - tries to kll the DOCTOR. INT. TOMB, CONSOLE ROOM, NIGHT Images of past incarnations circle around the light. VASTRA: Simeon is attacking his entire timeline - he's dying all at once. The Dalek Asylum. Androzani. CLARA: What did you say? FLASHBACK DALEK ASYLUM A DALEK moves forward towards the DOCTOR, who is backed against a door. He then runs down a hallway as it explodes behind him. INT. TOMB, CONSOLE ROOM, NIGHT CLARA: Did you say the Dalek Asylum? VASTRA: Now he's dying in London, with us. FLASHBACK INT. GREAT INTELLIGENCE HQ, STUDY, NIGHT SIMEON'S hand touches the DOCTOR'S face and steam rises from his skin as the heat leaves his body and his skin begins to turn blue and cold. INT. TOMB, CONSOLE ROOM, NIGHT INTELLIGENCE: It is done. The DOCTOR writhes on the floor as he cries in pain. The light turns from a brilliant white to a dark red. VASTRA: Oh, dear Goddess! JENNY: What's wrong? VASTRA: A universe without the Doctor - there will be consequences. Jenny. With me. VASTRA leaves and JENNY follows. CLARA: The Dalek Asylum. You said it was me that saved you. How? Victorian London. How, how could I have been in Victorian London? THE DOCTOR: No. Please, stop, my life... My whole life is burning. EXT. TOMB, NIGHT VASTRA, JENNY and STRAX step outside and VASTRA holds her device up to the sky. JENNY: What are you scanning for? VASTRA: Local star systems. STRAX: Why? VASTRA: Because they're disappearing. JENNY: Disappearing? How? VASTRA: The Doctor's timeline has been corrupted. His every victory reversed. Think how many lives that man saved, how many worlds. He saved your life when we met. (turns to see JENNY is gone) Jenny? Please, Jenny! No! Oh, God, oh, please, no! (punches buttons on her device) STRAX: Reptile scum! VASTRA looks up to see STRAX with a long pipe which he swings at her. She backs away STRAX: You are an affront to Sontaran purity! Prepare to perish! VASTRA: We're friends! Strax, your past is changing, but I swear, we are comrades! STRAX: Die, reptile! As STRAX moves towards her again, VASTRA fires her wapon and STRAX disappears. VASTRA: Strax! Strax! INT. TOMB, CONSOLE ROOM, NIGHT CLARA is kneeling beside the DOCTOR, who is lying on his back. CLARA: I have to go in there. THE DOCTOR: Please. Please, no... CLARA: But this is what I've already done. You've already seen me do it. I'm the Impossible Girl, and this is why. RIVER: Whatever you're thinking of doing... don't. CLARA: If I step in there... what happens? RIVER: The time winds will tear you into a million pieces. A million versions of you, living and dying all over time and space. Like... echoes. CLARA: But the echoes could save the Doctor, right? RIVER: But they won't be you - the real you will die. They'll just be copies. CLARA: But they'll be real enough to save him. (shrugs) Like my mum said, the souffle isn't the souffle - the souffle is the recipe. (looks down at the DOCTOR and caresses his face) It's the only way to save him, isn't it? RIVER nods. VASTRA: The stars are going out. And Jenny and Strax are dad. There must be something we can do? CLARA: (stands) Well, how about that? I'm Souffle Girl after all. THE DOCTOR: (weakly) No... please... CLARA: (walks towards light) If this works, get out of here as fast as you can. And spare me a thought now and then. THE DOCTOR: (turns head) No, Clara...! CLARA: In fact, you know what? (turns to the DOCTOR) Run. Run, you clever boy. And remember me. THE DOCTOR: No! Clara! CLARA runs into the light. INT. VORTEX CLARA is falling as we first saw her though we now know it is within the time vortex and the DOCTOR'S personal timeline. CLARA: (V.O.) 'I don't know where I am...' INT. TOMB, CONSOLE ROOM, NIGHT THE DOCTOR: CLARA! INT. VORTEX CLARA: (V.O.) '..I just know I'm running.' INT. HOUSE 1800s, NIGHT A mother stands by a window gently rocking a baby in blankets. Then we see a young girl standing at the same window looking out. CLARA: (V.O.) Sometimes it's like I've lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. INT. ROSE & CROWN, NIGHT The pub is doing a good business. CLARA, collects empty tnk on a tray. INT. FUTURE APARTMENT, NIGHT CLARA looks out at the skyline of a city. CLARA: (V.O.) I'm born, I live, I die. INT. CORRIDOR CLARA suddenly finds herself standing in a futuristic hallway wearing 70s style clothes. CLARA: (V.O.) 'And always, there's the Doctor. The Sixth DOCTOR walks across a corridor behind her. CLARA turns but he is already gone. She runs to the other corridor to see the Fourth DOCTOR walking away. INT. VORTEX CLARA: (V.O.) Always, I'm running to save the Doctor, INT. ICEWORLD We see the Seventh DOCTOR hanging from a ledge by his umbrella ["Dragonfire"] EXT. COUNTRYSIDE, DAY CLARA, in 70s clothes, turns around as the Third DOCTOR in Bessie speeds past. CLARA: (V.O.) Again... EXT. CALIFORNIA, BEACH, DAY CLARA is still in her 70s clothes as the Eighth DOCTOR brushes past her. CLARA: (V.O.) and again... She turns to look and the Second DOCTOR in his fur coat rushes by her from the other direction. CLARA: (V.O.) and again. ??? CLARA looks down on the Fifth DOCTOR as he floats in the Matrix ["Arc of Infinity"]. EXT. LONDON 1892, STREET, NIGHT CLARA follows the Eleventh DOCTOR. ["The Snowmen"] CLARA: Oi! (V.O.) And he hardly ever hears me. The DOCTOR stops and turns. INT. GALLIFREY, REPAIR SHOP CLARA: (V.O.) But I've always been there. The DOCTOR looks around nervously. CLARA: Doctor? THE DOCTOR: (sees CLARA) Yes, what is it? What do you want? CLARA: (V.O.) Right from the very beginning. (to DOCTOR) Sorry. But you're about to make a very big mistake. Don't steal that one, steal this one. (leans against TARDIS) The navigation system's knackered, but you'll have much more fun. INT. VORTEX The TARDIS rides through the vortex. CLARA: (V.O.) Right from the day he started running. INT. LIVING QUARTERS CLARA/OSWIN: (sits in chair and tucks up legs) Run, you clever boy... INT. TOMB, CONSOLE ROOM, NIGHT CLARA: And remember me. (runs into the timeline) LATER The DOCTOR'S timeline has returned to its normal glow. STRAX and JENNY'S deaths have been undone. They stand with VASTRA on one side and the DOCTOR stands on the opposite, his back to them. STRAX: It was an unprovoked and violent attck, but that's no excuse... VASTRA: We are all restored, that is all that matters now. THE DOCTOR: (turns around) We are not all restored! RIVER: You can't go in there. It's your own time stream, for God's sake! THE DOCTOR: I have to get her back. RIVER: Of course! But not like this! JENNY: But how? VASTRA: Is she still alive? It klled Dr Simeon. THE DOCTOR: Clara's got one advantage over the Great Intelligence. VASTRA: Which is? THE DOCTOR: Me. RIVER: Doctor, please listen to me - at least hear me. THE DOCTOR: Now... if I don't come back - and I might not... RIVER: Doctor! THE DOCTOR: ...go to the TARDIS. The fast return protocols should be on, she'll take you home, then shut herself down. RIVER: (steps towards the DOCTOR) There has to be another way. Use the TARDIS, use something. Save her, yes, but for God's sake, be sensible! RIVER raises her hand to slap the DOCTOR. He turns around and grips her wrist. RIVER: How are you even doing that? I'm not really here. THE DOCTOR: You are always here, to me. And I always listen and I can always see you. RIVER: Then why didn't you speak to me? THE DOCTOR: I thought it would hurt too much. RIVER: I believe I could have coped! THE DOCTOR: No. I thought it would hurt ME. And I was right. (grips RIVER'S face in his hands and kisses her) Since nobody else in this room can see you, God knows how that looked. STRAX, VASTRA and JENNY share puzzled looks. THE DOCTOR: There is a time to live and a time to sleep. You are an echo, River. Like Clara. Like all of us, in the end. My fault, I know, but you should've faded by now. RIVER: It's hard to leave when you haven't said goodbye. THE DOCTOR: Then tell me, because I don't know - how do I say it? RIVER: There's only one way I would accept. If you ever loved me... say it like you're going to come back. THE DOCTOR: Well, then... (backs away and tries to be non-chalant) See you around, Professor River Song. RIVER: Till the next time, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Don't wait up. RIVER: Oh, there's one more thing. THE DOCTOR: Isn't there always? RIVER: I was mentlly linked with Clara. If she's really d*ad, then how can I still be here? THE DOCTOR: OK. How? RIVER: Spoilers. Goodbye, sweetie. (fades away) After a moment, the DOCTOR slowly turns around. He takes a deep breath and steps into his timeline. INT. VORTEX CLARA opens her eyes and flames are reflected in them. She is falling downwards. CLARA: (V.O.) I don't know where I am. I don't know where I'm going, or where I've been. I was the born to save the Doctor, but the Doctor is safe now. I'm the Impossible Girl and my story is done. EXT. ??? CLARA falls on the mist-shrouded ground. She sits up quickly and looks around in the dim light. CLARA: Doctor? There is a loud thudding. CLARA: DOCTOR! The thudding continues. CLARA curls up, lowering her head to the ground. CLARA: (sobs) Please! Please, I don't know where I am. THE DOCTOR: (V.O.) Clara. CLARA stops sobbing and lifts her head. THE DOCTOR: (V.O.) You can hear me, I know you can. CLARA: I can't see you. THE DOCTOR: (V.O.) I'm everywhere. You're inside my time stream. Everything around you is me. The First DOCTOR walks past her and she watches him go. CLARA: I can see you. The Sixth DOCTOR walks by in the opposite direction. CLARA stands. Then the Fifth DOCTOR and Ninth DOCTOR run past. CLARA: All your different faces, they're here. The Fourth DOCTOR runs past. THE DOCTOR: (V.O.) Those are my ghosts. My past. Every good day, every bad day. There is a loud cry of anguish followed by a thunderclap. CLARA falls to the ground. CLARA: What's wrong, what's happening? THE DOCTOR: (V.O.) I'm inside my own time stream, it's collapsing in on itself. CLARA: Well, get out, then! THE DOCTOR: (V.O.) Not until I've got you. CLARA: I don't even know who I am. THE DOCTOR: (V.O.) You're my Impossible Girl. I'm sending you something - not from my past, from yours. Look up. Look. (a leaf falls from the sky) This is you, Clara. Everything you were or will be. Take it. (CLARA takes leaf) You blew into the world on this leaf. Hold tight. It will take you home. CLARA staggers along the path. THE DOCTOR: Clara! Clara! Come on! CLARA turns around and sees the DOCTOR standing there, encouraging her to walk towards him. THE DOCTOR: Come on, to me, now. You can do it, I know you can. CLARA: How? THE DOCTOR: Because it's impossible. And you're my Impossible Girl. CLARA walks towards him slowly. THE DOCTOR: How many times have you saved me, Clara? Just this once, just for the hell of it, let me save you! You have to trust me, Clara, I'm real. Just one more step. CLARA reaches him and wraps her arms around his neck. He grips her tightly. THE DOCTOR: Clara. My Clara. (kisses her head) Over CLARA'S shoulder, the DOCTOR sees a still figure, his back to them. The DOCTOR slowly releases CLARA and she turns around. CLARA: Who's that? THE DOCTOR: Never mind, let's go back. CLARA: But who is he? THE DOCTOR: He's me. There's only me here, that's the point. Now let's get back. CLARA: But I never saw that one. I saw all of you. 11 faces, all of them you. You're the 11th Doctor. THE DOCTOR: I said he was me. I never said he was the Doctor. CLARA: I don't understand. THE DOCTOR: (slaps palm to forehead) Look, my name, my real name - that is not the point. The name I chose is the Doctor. The name you choose, it's like a promise you make. (looks to figure) He's the one who broke the promise. CLARA faints and falls against the DOCTOR. THE DOCTOR: Clara? Clara! Clara! (picks up CLARA) He is my secret. MAN: (older voice) What I did, I did without choice. THE DOCTOR: I know. MAN: In the name of peace and sanity. THE DOCTOR: But not in the name of the Doctor. The DOCTOR turns and walks away. The MAN turns around to show an older man, looking to be somewhere in his 70s with a trim grey beard.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "07x13 - The Name of the Doctor"}	foreverdreaming
[ EXT. LONDON, DAY ] ( A giant Tyrannosaurus Rex strides past the Houses of Parliament and the Clock Tower. Crowds of Londoners gather on the southern Embankment and watch in amazement. We can see by the clothes that this is Victorian London. A CONSTABLE clears a path through the crowd. ) Constable: Come on, out of the way. Move yourself, please. Coming through. That's it. Excuse me, sir. ( VASTRA, JENNY and STRAX follow the CONSTABLE towards the INSPECTOR. ) Inspector: Madame Vastra, thank God. I'll wager you've not seen anything like this before. Vastra: Well... ( lifts veil ) not since I was a little girl. Jenny: Big fella, isn't he? Vastra: Dinosaurs were mostly this size. ( whispers in JENNY'S ear ) I do believe it's a "she". Jenny: No, they weren't, I've seen fossils. Vastra: I was there. Inspector: Well, that's all well and good, but what's this dinosaur fellow doing in the Thames? Vastra: It must have time travelled. Jenny? ( JENNY holds up her left arm to reveal a device with which she scans the dinosaur. ) Inspector: Time travelled? ( The dinosaur starts hacking. ) Vastra: Is it choking? Jenny: There seems to be something lodged in its throat. Inspector: How could it time travel? Vastra: I don't know. Perhaps it was something it ate. ( The dinosaur hacks up the TARDIS. It spins through the air before landing on the riverbank. The crowd let out gasps of astonishment. ) Inspector: ( pushes his way through crowd ) Stand back. Stand back, stand back. ( leans over rail ) Well, it's just laid an egg. Vastra: It's dropped a blue box marked "Police" out of its mouth. Your grasp of biology troubles me. ( VASTRA joins JENNY and STRAX as they stand away from the crowd. ) Jenny: It's the TARDIS. Vastra: It would seem so. Jenny: We'll take care of this, Inspector. Inspector: But what if that thing goes on the rampage? Vastra: ( takes a lantern that looks like a jack from a cloth bag ) Place these lanterns on the shoreline and bridges, encircling the creature at 20-foot intervals. ( hands it to the INSPECTOR ) Inspector: What will they do? Vastra: They will emit a signal that will incline it to remain within their circumference. Jenny, Strax... with me. ( goes down the steps to the bank ) [ EXT. LONDON, THAMES EMBANKMENT, DAY ] Jenny: So it's him, then, the Doctor? Vastra: A giant dinosaur from the distant past has just vomited a blue box from outer space - this is not a day for jumping to conclusions. Strax, if you wouldn't mind? Strax: ( walks to the TARDIS and knocks on the door ) Hello? Exit the box, and surrender to the glory of the Sontaran Empire. ( The TARDIS door opens and the DOCTOR sticks his head out. ) The Doctor: Shush! ( shuts door ) Strax: Doctor? The Doctor: ( opens door ) I was being chased by a giant dinosaur, but I think I managed to give it the slip. ( closes door ) ( STRAX looks over at VASTRA and JENNY. The TARDIS door opens a crack and the DOCTOR peers out. ) The Doctor: Sleepy? Strax: Sir? The Doctor: ( steps out, staring at STRAX ) Bashful? Sneezy? Dopey? Grumpy! ( sees VASTRA and JENNY ) Oh, you two! The green one...and the not-green one. Or it could be the other way round, I mustn't prejudge! Oh, you remember, er... ( points at the TARDIS and CLARA steps out ) thingy, the, er, the not-me one, the asking-questions one? Names - not my area. ( walks around ) Clara: Clara! The Doctor: Well, it might be Clara, might not be - it's a lottery. Clara: It is Clara. The Doctor: Well, I'm not ruling it out! Oi, big man, shut it! ( looks up and sees the dinosaur ) Oh, you've got a dinosaur too! Big woman, sorry. Clara: ( runs over to the DOCTOR ) Doctor, listen to me. You... you need to calm down. The Doctor: ( to dinosaur ) I'm not flirting, by the way. Clara: ( to VASTRA ) I think something's gone wrong. The Doctor: Wrong? What's gone wrong? Have you regenerated? I remember you. You're Handles! You used to be a little...a little robot head, and now you... you've really let yourself go. ( The dinosaur roars. ) The Doctor: ( hurries to VASTRA ) Reduce the frequency. Vastra: I'm sorry? The Doctor: Your sonic lanterns, turn them down. You're giving her a headache. Jenny: Giving who a headache? The Doctor: ( looks up and walks forward towards the dinosaur ) My lady friend! Just an expression, don't get any ideas. Strax: How do you know? The Doctor: Come on, Clara! You know that I speak dinosaur. Clara: ( stands next to STRAX ) He's not Clara. I'm Clara. The Doctor: Well, you're very similar heights. Maybe you should wear labels. ( backs away ) Why... why are you all doing that? Why are you... You're all going dark... and wobbly - stop that. Clara: I don't think we are. The Doctor: Never mind! Everyone... take five. ( passes out and collapses to the ground ) ( CLARA rushes to the DOCTOR and turns him over. ) Clara: What do we do? Jenny: I don't understand, who is he? Where's the Doctor? Clara: Right here. That's him. That's the Doctor. Vastra: Well then, here we go again. Peter Capaldi Jenna Coleman DOCTOR WHO "Deep Breath" By Steven Moffat PRODUCER Nikki Wilson DIRECTOR Ben Wheatley [ EXT. LONDON, NIGHT ] ( As we pass over the roofs of London, we see the dinosaur roaring in the distance. ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, HALL, NIGHT ] ( CLARA and JENNY have their ears pressed against the door as the DOCTOR rants to VASTRA inside the room. ) The Doctor: It's simply misunderstandable to me. I don't know what it is. ( opens door wearing a nightshirt ) Who invented this room? ( CLARA and JENNY take advantage of the open door and go inside. ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, BEDROOM, NIGHT ] Clara: Doctor, please, you have to lie down. The Doctor: It doesn't make sense. Look, it's only got a bed in it. Why is there only a bed in it? Clara: Because it's a bed-ROOM, it's for sleeping in. The Doctor: OK, what do you do when you're awake? Jenny: You leave the room. The Doctor: So you've got a whole room for not being awake in? But what's the point? You're just missing the room! And don't look in that mirror - it's absolutely furious. Clara: Doctor, please, you have to lie down, you keep passing out. The Doctor: Well, of course I keep passing out, there's all these beds! Why do you keep talking like that? What's gone wrong with your accent? Jenny: Nothing's wrong with her accent. The Doctor: You sound the same. It's spreading. You all sound all... English. Now you've all developed a fault! Vastra: ( Scottish accent ) Doctor, I need your help with something. The Doctor: Finally, someone who can talk properly. Vastra: I'm having difficulty sleeping. ( takes the DOCTOR'S hands and leads him towards the bed ) The Doctor: Oh? Oh, well, I wouldn't bother with that, I never bother with sleep, and I just do standy-up-catnaps. Vastra: Oh, really, how interesting. And when do you do those? The Doctor: Well, generally whenever anyone else starts talking. I like to skip ahead to my bits, it saves time. ( VASTRA and the DOCTOR sit on the bed. ) Vastra: Save me time, Doctor. ( places the DOCTOR'S hands on either side of her head ) Project an image of perfect sleep into the centre of my mind. ( VASTRA places her hands on the sides of the DOCTOR'S head just as he removes his from her head. ) The Doctor: What, do you want a psychic link with me? The size of my brain, it would be like dropping a piano on you. Vastra: Be gentle, then. The Doctor: I'll try. Brace yourself! Piano. ( places hands against VASTRA'S head and promptly falls unconscious onto the bed ) Vastra: ( resumes normal voice ) I love monkeys, they're so funny. Jenny: Oh, I see! So people are monkeys now, are they? Vastra: No, dear. People are apes. Men are monkeys. ( The three place the DOCTOR under the bedcovers and let him sleep. ) Clara: So what now? Vastra: He needs rest. Clara: So what do we do? How do we fix him? Jenny: Fix him? Clara: How do we change him back? ( JENNY looks nervously at VASTRA. ) Vastra: Jenny... I will be in my chamber. Would you be kind enough to fetch my veil? Jenny: Why, are we expecting strangers? Vastra: It would seem... there's already one here. ( leaves ) Clara: What have I done wrong? ( The dinosaur roars and JENNY hurries to the window, happy to change the topic of conversation. ) Jenny: The dinosaur doesn't seem very happy. Clara: What's wrong with it? ( kneels by the bed ) Jenny: I dunno. The Doctor's the one that speaks dinosaur. Excuse me, ma'am, the wife doesn't like to be kept waiting. Clara: Where did he get that face? Why's it got lines on it? It's brand-new. How can his hair be all grey? He only just got it. Jenny: It's still him, ma'am, you saw him change. Clara: I know. I do, I...I know that. Jenny: Good. Clara: It's just... Jenny: What? Clara: Nothing. ( JENNY starts for the door. ) Clara: If... If Vastra changed, if she was different, if she wasn't the person that you liked... Jenny: I don't like her, ma'am, I love her. And as to different, well, she's a lizard. ( leaves ) ( CLARA stands and fusses with the bedcovers before resting her hand on the DOCTOR'S. She then goes over and looks out the window. The dinosaur roars. ) The Doctor: ( softly ) I am alone. The world which... shook at my feet, and the trees...and the sky, have gone... and I am alone now... alone. ( CLARA walks over as he speaks. ) Clara: Are you translating? ( sits on the edge of the bed ) The Doctor: The wind bites now... and the world is grey... and I am alone here. Can't see me. Doesn't see me. Can't... see me. Clara: Who can't see it? I think all of London can see it. Strax: Boy? Madame Vastra is waiting. Clara: ( goes to the doorway ) OK, whatever. Strax: I will convey you to her chamber. May I take your coat? Clara: Not wearing a coat. Strax: What's all that? Clara: Clothes. Strax: May I take your clothes? Clara: Probably not. ( heads out the door ) Strax: Are you wearing a hat? Clara: It's hair. Strax: ( follows ) No, I think it's a hat, would you like me to check? [ EXT. LONDON, STREET, NIGHT ] ( A lamplighter progresses down the street. Groups of people are standing in the street talking about the dinosaur and pointing in that direction. A couple walks forward to where the road drops away, allowing a clear view of the dinosaur. ) Man: It's not real, of course. Woman: What is it, then? Man: The government. Woman: The government? Man: Yeah, up to their usual tricks. Woman: It's a dinosaur, Alf. A real dinosaur. Alf: I wouldn't put it past them. Woman: You don't half talk a lot of rubbish, Alfie. See you don't stay out too late now. ( kisses ALF on the cheek ) Alf: You know me. Woman: Yes, I do! ( leaves ) ( The lamplighter lights the lamp behind ALF revealing a MAN in a top hat and heavy overcoat with a turned up fur collar. He turns to look at ALF before walking over to stand next to him. ) Alf: It's the neck, that's what's wrong with it. Just don't look realistic. Man: ( monotone ) You have good eyes. ( With what sounds like the grinding of gears, the man looks down and takes something like tweezers or forceps from his pocket. ) Alf: Oh, I do, as it happens, very good eyes. They're my greatest gift. Man: I accept. Alf: ( notices the device ) What's that for? Man: Your gift. ( turns and we see he has half a face, clockwork gears can be seen through open framework ) I have bad eyes. ( The HALF-FACE MAN grabs ALF who screams. ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, CONSERVATORY, NIGHT ] ( VASTRA sits in a chair, veil over her face. CLARA sits across from her and JENNY stands to the side. ) Vastra: And then? Clara: Why are you wearing your veil? Vastra: And then? Clara: And then we got swallowed by a big dinosaur. You probably noticed. Jenny: How did it happen? Clara: I don't know, I don't know, we were... crashing about everywhere. The Doctor was gone, the TARDIS went haywire. Jenny: He's not gone. He's upstairs. ( CLARA looks up at JENNY. VASTRA waits patiently. ) Clara: OK, he changed. Vastra: He regenerated, renewed himself. Clara: Renewed, fine. Vastra: Such a cynical smile. Clara: I'm not smiling. Vastra: Not outwardly, but I'm accustomed to seeing through a veil. How have I amused you? Clara: You said renewed. He doesn't... He doesn't look renewed, he looks... older. Vastra: You thought he was young? Clara: He looked young. Vastra: He looked like your dashing young gentleman friend, your lover, even. Clara: Shut up! Vastra: But he is the Doctor. He has walked this universe for centuries untold, he has seen stars fall to dust. You might as well flirt with a mountain range. Clara: I did not flirt with him. Vastra: He flirted with you. Clara: How? Vastra: He looked young. Who do you think that was for? Clara: Me? Vastra: Everyone. I wear a veil as he wore a face - for the same reason. Clara: What reason? Vastra: The oldest reason there is for anything... to be accepted. [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, BEDROOM, NIGHT ] ( Lying in bed, the DOCTOR sniffs twice. He then wakes and sits up with a deep inhale. He gets out of bed and on his hands and knees then looks under the bed and sniffs again. He crawls over to the radiator and scrabbles with his hand underneath. He pulls out a long piece of chalk, holds it to his nose and breathes in. He then marks the chalk against the radiator. ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, CONSERVATORY, NIGHT ] ( JENNY is pouring tea. ) Vastra: Jenny and I are married, yet for appearance's sake, we maintain a pretence, in public, that she is my maid. Jenny: Doesn't exactly explain why I'm pouring tea in private. Vastra: Hush now. Jenny: Good pretence, isn't it? Vastra: I wear a veil to keep from view what many are pleased to call my disfigurement. I do not wear it as a courtesy to such people, but as a judgment on the quality of their hearts. Clara: Are you judging me? Vastra: The Doctor regenerated in your presence. The young man disappeared, the veil lifted. He trusted you. Are you judging him? Clara: ( stands ) How dare you? How dare you? [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, BEDROOM, NIGHT ] ( The DOCTOR is writing in chalk on the floor. In a wider sht, we see he has covered practically every inch of the floor. The dinosaur roars and the DOCTOR stands. He then goes to the door and opens it. ) The Doctor: Door. Boring. Not me. ( closes the door and hurries over to the window opening it and sticks out his head ) Me! ( looks up to the roof ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, CONSERVATORY, NIGHT ] Clara: Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emperor, last of the five good'uns, stoic philosopher. Vastra: ( no longer wearing veil ) Superlative bass guitarist - the Doctor really knows how to put a band together. Clara: And the only pin-up I ever had on my wall when I was 15, the only one I ever had. I am not sure who you think you're talking to right now, Madam Vastra, but I have never had the slightest interest in pretty young men. And for the record, if there ever was anybody who could flirt with a mountain range, she's probably standing in front of you right now! Just because my pretty face has turned your head, do not assume that I am so easily distracted. Jenny: ( applauds ) Whoo! Woo-hoo! ( slows to a stop when the others look at her ) Sorry! Vastra: Well... ( chuckles ) goodness me! The lake is ruffled at last. I often wondered what you'd be like when you lost your temper. Jenny: Oi! ( slaps VASTRA'S head and she hisses ) Married. Vastra: ( stands ) The Doctor needs us, you more than anyone. He is lost in the ruin of himself, and we must bring him home. Clara: When did you stop wearing your veil? Vastra: When you stopped seeing it. [ EXT. LONDON, ROOFTOPS, NIGHT ] ( The DOCTOR dressed only in his nightshirt makes his way across the roof, calling to the dinosaur. ) The Doctor: Oi! Oi! ( waves arms ) Oi, big, sexy woman! Oi! Sorry. Sorry, it's all my fault. My time machine got stuck in your throat. It happens. I brought you along by accident, that's mostly how I meet girls, but don't worry, I promise I will get you home. I swear, whatever it takes, ( uses hand motions ) I will keep you safe. You will be at home again. ( The dinosaur bursts into flames. She moans in pain and the DOCTOR can only watch, helpless. ) The Doctor: Stop that. Who's doing that? No, don't do that. ( runs off as the dinosaur collapses ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, CONSERVATORY, NIGHT ] ( VASTRA stands up. ) Vastra: That came from the river! Jenny: The dinosaur! Vastra: Strax, bring the carriage, now! [ EXT. LONDON, NIGHT ] ( The DOCTOR runs across the roof and leaps into a nearby tree. He unfortunately doesn't get a good grip and falls through the branches, finally stopping when his legs catch on a branch and he hangs upside-down overlooking the entry to the mews. A horse and carriage are headed his way. ) The Doctor: Halt! ( The DRIVER stops the carriage. ) The Doctor: Sorry, I'm going to have to relieve you of your pet! Driver: You're what? The Doctor: Shut up, I was talking to the horse! ( The DOCTOR drops from the branch and lands on the horse. He then uses the sonic screwdriver on the reins, cutting them. ) Driver: What are you doing? The Doctor: Forwards! ( The horse rears and the DOCTOR gallops off. STRAX soon comes by driving VASTRA'S carriage. ) Strax: Out of the way, human scum! Hyya! Jurassic emergency! Hyya! [ EXT. LONDON, STREET, NIGHT ] ( The DOCTOR rides the horse through the streets on his way to the river. ) The Doctor: Left! No, no! Right, right, right, right! Sorry, it's my new hands, I can't tell them apart. ( Not too far behind is VASTRA'S carriage. ) [ INT. CARRIAGE, NIGHT ] ( JENNY, VASTRA and CLARA are in the carriage as it races through the streets. ) Jenny: What do you think's happened? Vastra: I don't know, but I fear devilment. Clara: Should we not have told the Doctor? Jenny: He's not ready to leave his bed. [ EXT. LONDON, STREET, NIGHT ] The Doctor: Watch it on the corners, it's a bit slippery up here! [ INT. CARRIAGE, NIGHT ] Vastra: Strax! Strax: ( from outside ) Hyya! Vastra: Come on, Strax! Strax: ( from outside ) Hyya! Hyya, hyya! Vastra: That's better! [ EXT. LONDON, BRIDGE, NIGHT ] ( The DOCTOR arrives on the closest bridge crossing the Thames where the dinosaur was klled. He dismounts the horse and leaps onto the railing overlooking the still-burning remains. ) The Doctor: Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry. ( The carriage arrives and the passengers step out surprised to see the DOCTOR. ) Clara: The Doctor! What's he doing here? Vastra: ( uses a remote to close and alarm the carriage ) There is trouble - where else would he be? The Doctor: She was scared. She was scared and alone. I brought her here and look what they did. Vastra: Who or what could have done this thing? The Doctor: No. Vastra: I'm sorry? The Doctor: No. That is not the question. That is not where we start. Strax: The question is how. The flesh itself has been combusted... The Doctor: No, no, shut up! What do you all have for brains - pudding? Look at you. Why can't I meet a decent species? Planet of the pudding-brains! Clara: ( walks to the railing ) Doctor... I know you're upset, but you need to calm down and talk to us. What is the question? The Doctor: A dinosaur is burning in the heart of London. Nothing left but smoke and flame. The question is... have there been any similar mrder? Vastra: Yes! Yes, by the Goddess, there have! The Doctor: ( looks towards the embankment ) Look at them all - gawking! ( The people on the embankment are talking excitedly amongst themselves. Off to the side is the HALF-FACE MAN showing no emotion whatsoever. ) The Doctor: Question two. If all the pudding-brains are gawking... then what is he? ( points at the HALF-FACE MAN as he walks away ) Vastra: He seems remarkably unmoved by the available spectacle. ( CLARA turns to look at VASTRA and doesn't see the DOCTOR jump into the river as she talks. ) Clara: Do you think that's whoever...? ( turns around as she hears a splash and looks over the rail ) What he's doing? He'll drown! Vastra: I very much doubt it. Clara: ( looks at VASTRA ) Why? Vastra: There has been a mrder. The Doctor has taken up the case. If we are to see him again, we must do the same. ( VASTRA heads back to the carriage. CLARA looks down into the churning waters of the Thames. ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, BEDROOM, DAY ] ( CLARA pours water into a basin before wetting the cloth. She is wearing a Victorian nightdress and has a shawl wrapped around her arms. We hear STRAX'S voice carry from outside. ) Strax: Come on, Earthling scum! Position it here. Easy now! That's it. Careful. ( CLARA goes to the window and opens it further. STRAX is directing two men unloading the TARDIS in the courtyard. He has a rolled-up newspaper in his hand. ) Strax: Don't get it scratched or you and all your bloodline will be obliterated from time and space. Man: Very good, sir. Clara: Strax! Strax: ( looks up ) Ah, morning, Miss Clara. You're awake at last. Clara: You got the TARDIS, then? Strax: Military tactics. The Doctor is still missing, but he will always come looking for his box. By bringing it here, he will be lured from the dangers of London to this place of safety, and we will melt him with acid. Clara: OK, that last part? Strax: And we will not melt him with acid. Old habits. The Times. Shall I send it up? Clara: Yeah, why not? ( STRAX throws the paper to CLARA. It hits her in the head and she falls backwards. ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, HALL, DAY ] ( CLARA exits her room now dressed in a period gown and her hair is done up on the top of her head. She looks like she did when a governess. She walks down the hall, the newspaper in her hand. She sees JENNY coming up the stairs. ) Clara: Jenny! Jenny: Ah, good morning, Clara. Clara: ( meets JENNY on the landing and walks up with her ) Morning. Erm, so what are we going to do? Are we looking for the Doctor? Jenny: We've got the Paternoster Irregulars out in force. If anyone can find him, they can. Meanwhile, Madam Vastra is slightly occupied by the Conk-Singleton forgery case. And is having the Camberwell child-poisoner for dinner... Clara: For dinner? Jenny: After she's finished interrogating him. Probably best to stay out the larder. It'll get a bit noisy in there later. Clara: Erm... ( JENNY walks away. CLARA goes downstairs. ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, KITCHEN, DAY ] ( STRAX is mopping the floor when he sees CLARA walking down the hall towards him. ) Strax: Ah, Miss Clara! ( leans mop against the wall ) You look better now you're up. Clara: ( enters the room and unties the paper ) Thank you, Strax! Strax: Oh, sorry, trick of the light. You still look terrible. Can I get you anything? Clara: Er, no, thanks. Maybe just some water. Strax: ( bows ) Of course. ( puts bucket of dirty water on the table ) Well, don't hold back, I've nearly finished anyway. Clara: Um... Strax: It's perfectly all right. I washed in it myself. Clara: All of a sudden, I'm not very thirsty. Strax: Really? ( walks over to CLARA ) Perhaps it is time then... ( takes out handheld device, turns it on and advances towards her ) for your mandatory medical examination. ( CLARA sits and STRAX aims the device at her eye as he looks through it. ) Strax: Say, "Ah." Clara: Ah. Strax: You didn't move your lips. Clara: You're looking at my eye. Strax: Oh, yes, there we are. Easy mistake. ( shines device on her forehead ) Ah-h! Now that's interesting. Clara: What? What's interesting? Strax: Deflected narcissism, traces of passive aggressive, and a lot of muscular young men doing sport. Clara: What are you looking at? Strax: Your subconscious. Is that sport? It could be sport. Clara: Well, stop looking. ( flips the device closed ) Strax: ( opens the device and stands back to scan her torso ) Moving onto the thorax, such as it is... Ah, excellent. Enviable spleen! Well done. 27 years old, with a projected lifespan of exactly... Clara: Stop... right there. Strax: Oh, you're going to do quite well. But watch out for fluid retention later, it's going to be spectacular. Well, put your clothes back on. Clara: They are on! Strax: Oh, yes, so they are. Clara: ( takes the device from STRAX and sets it on the table ) Why are you doing this? Strax: If we are to serve together, I need you in peak physical prowess. Eh? ( punches her in the arm ) Clara: Ow! ( stands ) Why would we be serving together? The Doctor's going to come back, isn't he? Strax: It is to be hoped. Clara: He's not just going to abandon me here. Strax: You must stop worrying about him, my boy. By now, he's almost certainly had his throat cut by the violent poor. [ EXT. LONDON, ALLEY, DAY ] ( The DOCTOR, still in his nightshirt, is scrounging through junk in an alley. A TRAMP enters the alley and watches him. The DOCTOR finds a mirror and stares at his reflection. The TRAMP tosses his bottle and the DOCTOR whips around and looks at him. ) The Doctor: Bitey. Tramp: Bitey? The Doctor: The air... it's bitey, it's wet and bitey. Tramp: Oh, it's cold! The Doctor: That's right. It's cold! It's cold, I knew it was a thing. ( walks towards the TRAMP ) I need, um... I need clothes. I need clothes, that's what I need. ( rubs his neck ) And a big, long scarf. No, no, move on from that, looked stupid. Um... Have you seen this face before? Tramp: No. The Doctor: Are you sure? Tramp: Sir, I have never seen that face. The Doctor: It's funny, because...I'm sure that I have. You know, I never know where the faces come from. They just pop up. Zap! Faces like this one. ( pulls the TRAMP to the mirror ) Come on, look at it, have a look, come on, look, look, look. Look, it's covered in lines, but I didn't do the frowning. Who frowned me this face? Do you ever look in the mirror and think, "I've seen that face before"? Tramp: Yes. The Doctor: Really? When? Tramp: Well, every time I look in the mirror. The Doctor: Oh, yes, yes, yes, fair enough. Good point. My face is fresh on, though. ( The TRAMP turns and walks away. ) The Doctor: Er... Why this one? Why did I choose... this face? ( turns and starts to walk after the TRAMP ) It's like I'm trying to tell myself something, like I'm trying to make a point. But what is so important that I can't just tell myself what I'm thinking? Tramp: Er... The Doctor: I'm not just being rhetorical here, you can join in. Tramp: I don't like it. The Doctor: What? Tramp: Your face. The Doctor: Well, I don't like it either. Well, it's all right up until the eyebrows. Then it just goes haywire. Look at the eyebrows! These are attck eyebrows. You could take bottle tops off with these! Tramp: They are mighty eyebrows indeed, sir. The Doctor: They're cross! They're crosser than the rest of my face. They're independently cross. They probably want to cede from the rest of my face and set up their own independent state of eyebrows. That's Scot... I am Scottish. I've gone Scottish? Tramp: Oh, yes, you are. You are definitely Scots, sir. I... I 'ear it in your voice. The Doctor: Oh, no, that's good. Oh-h! Oh-h! It's good I'm Scottish, I'm Scottish. I am Scottish. I can complain about things, I can really complain about things now. Give me your coat. Tramp: No. The Doctor: I'm cold. Tramp: I'm cold. The Doctor: I'm cold. Well, there's no point in us both being cold, give me your coat. Give me your coat! No, wait. Shut up, shut up! Shut up! ( turns back and starts to search the alley ) I missed something. It was here, it was here. It was... What was it I saw, what did I see? ( finds newspaper and shows TRAMP ) This is what I saw! Spontaneous combustion! ( The small headline reads "Fourth Case of Spontaneous Combustion". ) Tramp: What devilry is this, sir? The Doctor: I don't know, but I probably blame the English. [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, STUDIO, DAY ] ( VASTRA is standing at an easel as JENNY poses in a corset and shift, a shawl about her shoulders. ) Vastra: Hmm! Spontaneous combustion! Jenny: Is that like love at first sight? Vastra: Huh! A little. It is the theory that human beings can, with little or no inducement, simply explode. Jenny: You don't need to flirt with me, we're already married. Vastra: It's scientific nonsense, of course. Jenny: Marriage? Vastra: Hush! There have been nine reported incidents of people apparently exploding in the last month. Jenny: And you think they weren't spontaneous. Vastra: I think whoever klled the dinosaur had at least nine previous victims – ( turns the easel around to reveal a map and articles regarding the case ) all of these perished in the same spectacular fashion. Jenny: ( no longer posing ) I thought you were painting me! Vastra: I was working. Jenny: Well, why am I posing then? Vastra: Well, you brighten the room tremendously. Chin up a little. ( tries to get JENNY to pose again ) Jenny: Oh, I don't understand why I'm doing this! Vastra: Art? ( JENNY just looks at VASTRA and she returns to the board. JENNY walks over as well. ) Vastra: Now, why destroy the victims so completely? It's difficult, it draws attention - what advantage is to be gained? Jenny: Well, tell us, then. Vastra: Concealment, perhaps. Jenny: Concealment? Vastra: It's a fanciful theory, but it fits the facts. By destroying the body so completely, you conceal what is missing from it. Jenny: Missing from the body? Clara: ( muffled ) Madame Vastra! ( enters the room ) Vastra: Clara, excellent. Pop your clothes on that chair there. Clara: Look! ( holds up the personal ads and points ) Vastra: Advertisements, yes - so many, it's a distressing modern trend. Clara: No, look! ( lays the paper on a table ) Look. ( points to an ad that reads "Impossible Girl" ) ( VASTRA walks to the door. ) Jenny: Ma'am? Vastra: The game is afoot. We're going to need a lot of tea. ( tugs on bell pull ) >>> LATER >>> ( STRAX is pouring the tea as VASTRA looks at the newspaper and JENNY and CLARA study the map. ) Vastra: There appears to be nothing of significance in the rest of the newspaper, not even in the agony column. Jenny: We can't know it's from the Doctor. Clara: Of course it's from the Doctor. The Impossible Girl, that's what he calls me! Vastra: He says lunch, but not when or where? Jenny: "On the other side?" The other side of London? Bit vague. Vastra: The other side of regeneration, perhaps, once he's recovered? Clara: ( pacing ) So what am I supposed to do - guess where we're meeting? Vastra: Perhaps that's the point. Perhaps you're supposed to prove that you still know him. Think what that must mean for a man who barely knows himself. Clara: It doesn't makes sense. He doesn't do puzzles. He isn't complicated, really doesn't have the attention span. So... ( pulls the outside sheet of the paper and holds it to the light ) keeping it dad simple... "..on the other side." ( flips the paper over to reveal "Mancini's Family Restaurant" directly behind the ad ) [ EXT. LONDON, STREET, DAY ] ( CLARA holds the newspaper and crosses the street to Mancini's restaurant. ) [ INT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] ( CLARA enters the restaurant. Despite the number of diners, it is very quiet, no conversation. She takes a seat at a table against the wall and looks at the paper to keep busy. She then makes a face and sniffs. She looks around for the source of the smell and turns back to see the DOCTOR sitting next to her. He is wearing the TRAMP'S coat. CLARA fans the folded paper under her nose and coughs. ) The Doctor: What's wrong? Clara: I don't know! Maybe the smell? The Doctor: I know, it's everywhere. ( looks around ) Clara: Where did you get that coat? The Doctor: Er... I bought it. Clara: From where? The Doctor: Er, a shop. Clara: No. The Doctor: Might have been a tramp. Clara: You don't have any money. The Doctor: Er... I had a watch! Clara: No! That watch was beautiful. The Doctor: It was my favourite. Clara: You swapped your favourite watch for that coat - that's maybe not a good deal. The Doctor: Well, I was in a hurry, there was a terrible smell. Clara: OK. ( The DOCTOR smiles and chuckles, pointing at CLARA. ) Clara: No, no. Don't, don't... Don't, don't smile. I will smile first and then you know it's safe to smile. The Doctor: Are you cross with me? Clara: I am not cross, but if I was cross it would be your fault and... yes, I am cross. The Doctor: I guessed that. Clara: I am extremely cross. The Doctor: And if I hadn't changed my face, would you be cross? Clara: I would be cross if I wasn't cross! The Doctor: Why? Clara: Why? An ordinary person wants to meet someone that they know very well for lunch, what do they do? The Doctor: Well, they probably... get in touch and suggest lunch. Clara: Mm-hm. OK, so what sort of person would put a cryptic note in…in a newspaper advert? The Doctor: Well, I wouldn't like to say. Clara: Oh, go on, do say. The Doctor: Well, I would say that that person would be an egomaniac, needy, game-player sort of person. Clara: ( sighs ) Thank you. Well, at least that hasn't changed. The Doctor: And I don't suppose it ever will. Clara: ( chuckles ) No, I don't suppose it will either. The Doctor: Clara, honestly... ( puts a hand on one of hers ) I don't want you to change. It was no bother, really. I saw your advert, I figured it out - happy to play your game. Clara: No. No... no, I didn't place the ad. You placed the ad. The Doctor: No, I didn't. Clara: Yes, you placed the ad, I figured it out! Impossible Girl, see, lunch? ( holds up paper ) The Doctor: ( takes paper ) No, look, the Impossible... That is a message FROM the Impossible Girl. Clara: FOR the Impossible... Girl. The Doctor: Oh? Oh? Clara: Hmm. The Doctor: Well, if neither of us placed that ad, who placed... that ad? ( looks out at the diners ) Clara: Hang on. "Egomaniac, needy, game-player"? The Doctor: This could be a trap. Clara: That was me? The Doctor: Never mind that. Clara: Yes, I am minding that! The Doctor: Clara.... Clara: You were talking about me? The Doctor: Clara, what is happening right now in this restaurant to you and me is more important than your egomania. Clara: Nothing is more important than my egomania! The Doctor: Right, you actually said that. Clara: You never mention that again! The Doctor: ( scratches head ) It's... it's a vanity trap. You're so busy congratulating yourself on solving the puzzle, ( pulls a hair from his head ) you don't notice that you're sticking your head in a noose. ( holds air up by fingertips ) Clara: What are you doing? And that isn't the only grey one, if you are, erm, having a cull. The Doctor: What, do you have a problem with the grey ones? Clara: If I got new hair, and it was grey, I would have a problem. The Doctor: Yeah, I bet you would. Clara: Meaning? The Doctor: It's too short. ( drops hair and pulls one from CLARA'S head ) Clara: Ow! The Doctor: Sorry, it was the only one out of place, I'm sure that you would want it klled. Clara: Oooh, are you trying to tell me something? The Doctor: ( holds the piece of hair loosely ) I'm trying to measure the air disturbance in the room. Clara: Right, moments when you know you are boring. ( The DOCTOR drops the hair and it falls straight down. He then looks out at the diners and it appears they are literally just going through the motions and never really eating. ) The Doctor: There is something extremely wrong with everybody else in this room. Clara: Mmm, basically, don't you always think that? The Doctor: Look at them. ( CLARA looks. ) The Doctor: Don't look! Clara: You just said to look! The Doctor: Look without looking! ( CLARA faces the DOCTOR but looks out the side of her eyes at the other diners. ) Clara: They look fine to me. They're just eating. The Doctor: Are they? ( CLARA looks again and notices that even though they bring the food to their mouths, it never goes in. ) Clara: OK, no. No, they're not eating. The Doctor: Something else they're not doing. ( pulls another hair from CLARA and drops it ) Breathing. Clara: What do we do? The Doctor: What, you don't want to eat, do you? Clara: Hmm! Slightly lost my appetite. How long before they notice that we're different? The Doctor: Not long. Clara: Anything we can do? The Doctor: How long can you hold your breath? Clara: We could just casually stroll out of here, like we've changed our minds. The Doctor: Happens all the time. Clara: Ha! Course it does. ( The DOCTOR and CLARA stand to leave and so does every other diner. They take a step forward and the diners move towards them. The DOCTOR and CLARA take another step and so do the diners. ) Clara: We could... take another look at the menu. ( The DOCTOR and CLARA sit back down and the diners resume their places. ) Clara: ( looks at menu ) What are they? The Doctor: I don't know. But don't worry, because that's not the question. The question is what is this restaurant? Clara: OK, what is this restaurant? The Doctor: I don't know. ( They look up to see a WAITER standing there. He stares at them. ) The Doctor: Er... no sausages? Do you... And there's no pictures either. Do you have a children's menu? ( The WAITER takes out a wand-like device and scans the DOCTOR. ) The Doctor: Any specials? Waiter: ( monotone ) Liver. The Doctor: I don't like liver. Waiter: Spleen. Brain stem. Eyes. Clara: Mm. Is there a lot of demand for those? The Doctor: I don't think that's what's on the menu. I think we are the menu. Waiter: ( scans CLARA ) Lungs. Skin. ( The DOCTOR peers up at the WAITER. ) The Doctor: Excuse me. ( rips off face to reveal a pilot light burning underneath ) Clara: OK. Robot in a mask. The Doctor: It's a face. Clara: Yeah, it's very convincing. The Doctor: ( presses the "mask" against CLARA'S face ) No, it's a face. Clara: ( drops face ) Oh! Waiter: Yes. The Doctor: Yes, what? Waiter: Yes, we have a children's menu. ( Metal restraints come out from the chairs over the upper arms and chest and another around the waist and lower arms. The booth is then lowered down a shaft. ) [ INT. SHAFT, DAY ] The Doctor: You've got to admire their efficiency. Clara: Is it OK if I don't? [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( The booth comes to a rest in an open room that has been unused for so long, it has turned to rust. The HALF-FACE MAN is sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, his back to the shaft. There are figures standing in alcoves around the room. ) The Doctor: Hello? Hello, are you the manager? I demand to speak to the manager. Clara: This is not a real restaurant, is it? The Doctor: Well... it's more a sort of automated organ collection station for the unwary diner. Sweeney Todd without the pies. Clara: So, where are we now? The Doctor: Factually, an ancient spaceship, probably buried for centuries, functionally... a larder. Clara: So why hasn't somebody come for us? The Doctor: We're alive. Clara: We're alive in a larder. The Doctor: Exactly. It's cheaper than freezing us. Clara: OK. ( The DOCTOR leans forward, the sonic screwdriver peeking out from under the coat. ) The Doctor: Are you ready? Clara: Go for it. The Doctor: Don't let it roll away. Clara: No. The Doctor: We've got one sht at this. Clara: Next time, make one that doesn't roll. The Doctor: Go! ( The DOCTOR shakes the sonic loose and it falls to the floor. CLARA tries to reach it with her feet. ) The Doctor: Got it? Clara: I can only just about reach. The Doctor: ( softly ) Oh, it's at times like this I miss Amy. Clara: Who? The Doctor: Nothing. ( CLARA grips the sonic between her shoes. ) Clara: Ready? The Doctor: Don't miss! ( CLARA kicks up the sonic and it lands in a rather sensitive spot in the DOCTOR'S lap. ) The Doctor: Oh-h! Clara: Oh. Sorry, did I ht... something? The Doctor: Oh, the symbolism! ( The DOCTOR picks up the sonic with his fingers and uses it on the restraints. ) Clara: ( stands ) You should make that thing voice-activated. Oh, for God's sake, it is, isn't it? The Doctor: I don't want to talk about it. ( They spot one of the figures in an alcove. It is dressed like a Mandarin. ) Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: ( studies it up close ) Dormant. Clara: How do you know? The Doctor: I don't. I'm just hoping. ( They look around cautiously. ) Clara: So... is it these guys that klled the dinosaur? The Doctor: Well, if they're harvesting organs, a dinosaur would have some great stuff. Clara: Why would robots need organs? Burke and Hare from space? The Doctor: No, but that's a good theory. Droids harvesting spare parts. That rings a bell. ( They stop and look at the HALF-FACE MAN as he sits still in a chair. ) The Doctor: Captain, my Captain. Clara: Can he see us? The Doctor: Dormant. Clara: Hoping? The Doctor: Yep. Oh, look! ( hurries to the chair and lifts a wire ) He's recharging. He's asleep. ( waves fingers in front of the other's face ) Doesn't even know we're here. Clara: Are you sure? The Doctor: Sure, not sure - one or the other. Clara: ( peers at the HALF-FACE MAN ) OK, so half-man, half-robot. A cyborg, yeah? The Doctor: Oh. Clara: Oh? The Doctor: Oh-h. Clara: Oh? The Doctor: Look at the hands. Clara: What about them? The Doctor: Look at them. Clara: I'm looking. The Doctor: ( holds up both hands ) They don't match. These hands don't belong to the same body. Clara: I don't understand. The Doctor: I don't blame you. See, this...this is not your normal cyborg. This isn't a man turning himself into a robot. This is a robot turning himself... into a man, piece by piece. Clara: That's what the restaurant's for. The Doctor: Well, it would need a constant supply of spare parts. You can tan skin, but organs rot. Some of that metalwork looks Roman. Wonder how long it's been around, how much of the original is even left. The eyeballs look very fresh, though. Eugh! ( The HALF-FACE MAN'S arms move and the DOCTOR and CLARA jump back. ) Clara: Aggh! ( The HALF-FACE MAN places his hands on the arm of the chair. We can see the clockwork gears turning in his head. ) Clara: Is it awake? The Doctor: It's waking up... I think. ( CLARA motions with her hands for them to leave. ) The Doctor: OK, let's go. ( They move slowly and quietly through an open door. The DOCTOR stops and turns back through. ) The Doctor: I've seen this before. I'm missing something! Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: It's the brand-new head, rebooting! ( taps his head ) Come on! I've seen this before! ( CLARA hurries back and guides him back towards the door. ) Clara: Oh, hurry up, get out. ( pushes him through the doorway ) ( The HALF-FACE MAN begins to move as CLARA looks back. The door slides closed leaving CLARA trapped. ) Clara: Doctor! ( The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the door and it rises partway but not enough for CLARA to get through. ) Clara: Quickly! ( Through the window, the DOCTOR sees the HALF-FACE MAN unplug himself. ) The Doctor: Sorry, too slow. There's no point in them catching us both. Clara: Well, give me the screwdriver! The Doctor: I might need it. ( uses the sonic to close the door ) ( They look at each other through the window and then the door leaves. ) Clara: Doctor? ( looks over and sees HALF-FACE MAN walk to booth ) Oh! ( CLARA presses herself into the indentation by the door to hide. When the HALF-FACE MAN turns away, CLARA tries to escape by another door. She finds an empty alcove and takes up position like the other robots. The Chinese robot bends to look at her. CLARA remembers the DOCTOR'S words from the restaurant. ) The Doctor ( v.o. ): 'Something else they're not doing.' [ INT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] The Doctor: ( pulls another hair from CLARA and drops it ) Breathing. [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( The HALF-FACE MAN strides towards CLARA. ) [ INT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] The Doctor: How long can you hold your breath? [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( CLARA takes a deep breath and holds it. The HALF-FACE MAN stops and tilts his head. CLARA'S eyes open wide and her brow furrows. The HALF-FACE MAN walks away. A tear falls down CLARA'S cheek as she watches the Chinese robot move away. In order to fit in, she walks with jerky movements towards the now open door and into the hall beyond. ) [ INT. SHIP, HALL, DAY ] ( CLARA walks down the hall still holding her breath. There are robots lining both sides of the hall. She runs around the corner and struggles holding her breath. She can barely keep walking and her face perspires and her eyes water. Her vision starts to go as she begins to see red. Soon she can't hold it any longer and she gasps for breath as she falls to the floor. ) Half-face man: Bring her. ( As a robot picks her up and drags her to the main room, CLARA begins to hallucinate, flashing back to her first day teaching and the students are unruly. ) [ INT. SCHOOLROOM, DAY ] ( CLARA stands at the front of the class but the students ignore her. ) Clara: All right, stop. Stop it, all of you, now. Male student: Ha-ha! It's her first day. Clara: If you don't stop it, I'm going to have each and every single one of you kicked out of this school! Female student: Go on, then. Do it! [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( CLARA comes to lying on the floor in front of the HALF-FACE MAN sitting in his chair. ) Half-face man: Where is the other one? There was another. Where is he? Where is the other? You will tell us... or you will be destroyed. Clara: What did you say? Half-face man: You will tell us. Clara: Yeah, I know, or what? Half-face man: You will die. [ INT. SCHOOLROOM, DAY ] Female student: Go on, then. Do it! Clara: ( stands ) Go on, then. Do it. I'm not going to answer any of your questions, so you have to do it. You have to kll me. thrat don't work unless you deliver. Half-face man: You will tell us where the other one is. Clara: Nope. Half-face man: You will be destroyed. Clara: Destroy me, then. And if you don't, then... I not going to believe a single thrat you make from now on. Of course, if I'm dad, then... I can't tell you where the other one went, then... You need to keep this place down here a secret, don't you? Never start with your final sanction. You've got nowhere to go but backwards. Half-face man: Humans feel pain. Clara: Bigger thrat to smaller thrat - see what I mean? Backwards. Half-face man: The information can be extracted by means of your suffering. Clara: Are you trying to scare me? Well, cos I'm already bloody terrified of dying... and I'll endure a lot of pain for a very long time before I give up the information that's keeping me alive. How long have you got? ( HALF-FACE MAN stands. ) Clara: All you can offer me is my life - what you can't do is thrat it. You can negotiate. ( HALF-FACE MAN removes his right hand and lifts it to where it grips his lapel. ) Clara: ( backs away ) OK, OK, OK! OK, yes, yes, yes, I'm crying and it's just because I am very frightened of you. If you know anything about human beings, that means you... ( points a finger at him ) you're in a lot trouble. ( HALF-FACE MAN attaches a blowtorch to his arm and holds it out towards CLARA. ) Half-face man: We will not negotiate. Clara: You don't have a choice. I tell you what, I'll answer your questions if you answer mine. Half-face man: We will not answer questions. Clara: We'll take turns, I'll go first. Why did you kll the dinosaur? Half-face man: We will not answer questions. Clara: Why did you kll the dinosaur? Half-face man: We will not answer questions! Clara: Then you might as well kll me, because I'm not talking again till you do. ( looks away ) ( After a moment, the HALF-FACE MAN lowers the torch. ) Half-face man: Within the optic nerve of the dinosaur is material of use to our computer systems. Clara: You brned a whole dinosaur for a spare part? No, no, hang on. You know what's in a dinosaur's optic nerve, which means you've seen them before. Half-face man: Where is the other one? Clara: How long have you been rebuilding yourselves? Look at the state of you! Is there any real you left? What's the point? Half-face man: We will reach the Promised Land. Clara: The what? The Promised Land? What's that? Half-face man: Where is the other one? Clara: I don't know. But I know where he will be...where he will always be. If the Doctor is still the Doctor... he will have my back. ( slowly reaches her right hand behind her back ) I'm right, aren't I? Go on. Please, please, God, say I'm right. ( Her hand is gripped and she's is pulled away. It is the same figure who carried her down the hall and placed her on the floor. Hands reach up to peel off the face and reveal the DOCTOR. ) The Doctor: Hello, hello, rubbish robots from the dawn of time, thank you for all the gratuitous information. Five foot one and crying - you never stood a chance. ( slaps down HALF-FACE MAN'S torch hand ) Stop it! ( presses sonic into power source ) This is your power source, and feeble though it is, I can use it to blow this whole room if I see one thing that I don't like, and that includes karaoke and mime, so take no chances. See, Clara? ( throws face at CLARA who catches it ) That's how you disguise yourself as a Droid. Clara: Yeah, well, I didn't have a lot of time, I'd been suddenly abandoned! The Doctor: Sorry. Well, no, actually I'm not, you're brilliant on adrenaline. And you were out of your depth, sir. Never try and control a control freak. Clara: I am not a control freak! ( throws down face ) The Doctor: Yes, ma'am. Clara: Oh! Half-face man: Why are you here? The Doctor: Why did you invite us? The message, in the paper... that was you, wasn't it? ( The HALF-FACE MAN looks at the DOCTOR, tilting his head. ) The Doctor: Oh. I hate being wrong in public. Everybody forget that happened. ( walks over to CLARA ) Clara, say the word. Clara: What word? ( They back away from the advancing HALF-FACE MAN. ) The Doctor: They never sent you in here without a word. Clara: I don't want to say it. The Doctor: I've guessed already. ( CLARA presses a finger to her brooch as she and the DOCTOR speak in unison. ) Both: Geronimo! ( From an opening in the ceiling, VASTRA and JENNY perform an aerial drop as they unroll with a silk sash. They both land gracefully and unsheathe their wapon. ) Vastra: Remain still and lay down your wapon, in the name of the British Empire! ( With a cry, STRAX falls to the floor as he tries to copy the same stunt. ) Vastra: Strax! Strax: Sorry. Jenny: I've told you before - take the stairs. The Doctor: ( to CLARA ) Oh, look. The cavalry. Half-face man: ( advancing ) I brned an ancient, beautiful creature for one inch of optic nerve. What do you think you can accomplish, little man? The Doctor: What do you? Vastra? Vastra: ( blocks HALF-FACE MAN'S arm ) The establishment upstairs has been disabled with maximum prejudice, and the authorities summoned. Clara: Hang on, she called the police? We never do that, we should start. The Doctor: ( standing behind VASTRA ) You see? Destroy us if you will, they're still going to close your restaurant. That was going to sound better. Half-face man: Then we will destroy you. ( motions to other robots ) ( The other robots step out of the alcoves, blades attached to their arms. The door opens to the hall allowing others inside. VASTRA pushes the HALF-FACE MAN away. He then advances with the others behind him. The DOCTOR and CLARA back away, VASTRA between them and the robots. ) The Doctor: No, you won't. You're logical. You have restraint. You kll to survive - you're not a mrder. Clara: He's not a what? This is a slaughterhouse. The Doctor: And how does that make it different from any other restaurant? You weren't vegetarian the last time I checked. This is over. klling us won't change that. What would be the point? Half-face man: To find the Promised Land. The Doctor: You're millions of years old, it's time you knew - there isn't one. Half-face man: I am in search of paradise. The Doctor: Yeah, well, me too. I'm not going to make it either. ( The HALF-FACE MAN backhands the DOCTOR and he falls to the floor, the sonic slipping from his pocket. ) Clara: Doctor! ( kneels beside him ) ( The HALF-FACE MAN walks over to the booth at the base of the shaft. ) Half-face man: I will leave in the escape capsule. Destroy where necessary. Vastra: Escape capsule? This ship is millions of years old, it'll never fly. Half-face man: It has been repaired. Vastra: What with? Half-face man: You. Strax: Defensive positions everyone. ( VASTRA, JENNY and STRAX surround the DOCTOR and CLARA as the robots encircle them. ) Clara: Doctor! He's getting away! [ INT. SHAFT, DAY ] ( The booth starts up the shaft. ) Half-face man: Your friend is intelligent. He'll know better than to follow me. ( The DOCTOR holds on to a bar underneath the booth as it goes up. ) [ EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] ( The INSPECTOR arrives with two constables. ) Inspector: Right, here we are, this is the place, come with me. ( They enter the restaurant. ) [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( CLARA, VASTRA, JENNY and STRAX stand in a circle, backs to each other. ) Vastra: It is our intent to leave. If it is your intent to stop us, perhaps we should get down to business. [ INT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] ( The INSPECTOR and the constables enter the dining room. He removes his hat, a stunned expression on his face. We see the "bodies" of the robots on the floor. ) Inspector: Dear Lord, what has she landed us with this time? ( The HALF-FACE MAN arrives and stands. ) Half-face man: The restaurant is closed. ( he lights the torch ) ( The police hurry through the doors. ) [ EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] Inspector: ( puts hat back on ) Keep everyone out. No-one goes in there! [ INT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] ( Two glasses of whisky are poured. The HALF-FACE MAN turns around and sees the DOCTOR sitting at the table. ) Half-face man: What are you doing? The Doctor: I've got the horrible feeling I'm going to have to kll you. I thought you might appreciate a drink first. I know I would. ( sips whisky ) ( The HALF-FACE MAN pulls down a lever on the control panel. ) [ EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] ( The police look up as the building shakes and the roof opens. ) Inspector: Watch out! [ INT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] ( Some dust falls as the DOCTOR rises and walks over to the HALF-FACE MAN. ) The Doctor: 51st century, right? Time travelling spaceship, crashed in the past. You're trying to get home the long way round. Half-face man: I go to the Promised Land. The Doctor: So you keep saying. ( The HALF-FACE MAN presses another lever. ) The Doctor: OK, so your restaurant is made out of your old ship, ( picks up bouquet of roses ) but you're wasting your time, it can't ever fly. Half-face man: The escape pod is viable. The Doctor: How? You can't patch up a spaceship with human remains. You know, this really is ringing a bell. ( The HALF-FACE MAN presses a series of buttons and the building shakes and more dust falls. ) The Doctor: OK, that's clever. How are you powering it? ( strides to the control panel ) Half-face man: Skin. [ EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] ( A large balloon emerges from the roof. ) Inspector: Get to the station! We need more men! Constable: What shall I tell them is happening? Inspector: ( shoves CONSTABLE ) Go! [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( JENNY and VASTRA converse as they fight. ) Vastra: How many do you estimate, my dear? Jenny: More than upstairs, about 20, 30? Vastra: The ones upstairs were mere decoys. These are battle-ready. I anticipate a challenge. Strax: ( to CLARA while fring laser ) Don't worry, my boy, we shall die in glory! Clara: OK. Good-o! [ EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY ] ( A square escape capsule is tethered to the balloon as he floats away over London. ) [ INT. ESCAPE POD, DAY ] ( The DOCTOR pulls one of the fuses. It bears the name "SS Marie Antoinette". ) The Doctor: ( backs away ) "SS Marie Antoinette." Out-of-control repair Droids, cannibalising human beings. I know that this is familiar, but I just can't seem to place it. Half-face man: How would you kll me? The Doctor: "Sister ship of the Madame De Pompadour." ( sniffs flowers ) Nope, not getting it. Half-face man: How would you kll me? The Doctor: Why don't you have a drink first? It's only human. Half-face man: I am not human. The Doctor: Neither am I. [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( The fight goes on. However, no matter how hard they strike, the robots stand back up and continue the fight. ) Strax: Why can't you stay dad, coward! ( STRAX laughs, invigorated by the battle. VASTRA and JENNY keep pushing the robots away. ) [ EXT. LONDON, DAY ] ( The escape capsule floats over London. ) [ INT. ESCAPE POD, DAY ] ( The DOCTOR and the HALF-FACE MAN sit at the table and watch the city go by below. ) The Doctor: What do you think of the view? Half-face man: I do not think of it. The Doctor: I don't think of it. I don't. Droids and apostrophes, I could write a book, except you are... barely a Droid any more. There's more human in you than machine. So tell me...what do you think of the view? Half-face man: ( walks to window and moves curtain ) It is beautiful. The Doctor: ( stands and walks to the window ) No, it isn't. It's just far away. Everything looks too small. I prefer it down there. Everything is huge. Everything is so important. Every detail, every moment, every life clung to. Half-face man: How could you kll me? The Doctor: For the same reason that you're asking me that question - because you don't really want to carry on. ( walks away ) What'll happen to the other Droids when you die? You're the control node, aren't you? Presumably they'll deactivate. Half-face man: I will not die. I will reach the Promised Land. The Doctor: There isn't any Promised Land. This is just... It's a superstition that you have picked up from all the humanity you've stuffed inside yourself. Half-face man: I am not dad. The Doctor: You are a broom. Question - you take a broom, you replace the handle, and then later you replace the brush and you do that over and over again. Is it still the same broom? Answer - no, of course it isn't. But you can still sweep the floor. Which is not strictly relevant, skip that last part. You have replaced every piece of yourself, mechanical and organic, time and time again - there's not a trace of the original you left. ( holds up silver platter ) You probably can't even remember where you got that face from. ( The HALF-FACE MAN takes the platter and looks into it. On the other side, the DOCTOR'S new face is reflected back at him. The HALF-FACE MAN throws the platter onto a table. ) Half-face man: It cannot end. The Doctor: It has to. You know it does. And there's only one way out. ( opens the doors ) Half-face man: Self-destruction is against my basic program. ( The HALF-FACE MAN raises his hand to strike the DOCTOR while his back is turned. ) The Doctor: And mrder is against mine! ( The DOCTOR turns just in time to block the HALF-FACE MAN and the two struggle in front of the open doors. ) [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( The group are surrounded by robots and disarmed. VASTRA tries in vain to spot JENNY. ) Vastra: Jenny! Clara: Hold your breath! They're stupid. Everybody hold their breath. ( Everyone holds their breath and the robots pull away their wapon and pause. CLARA finds the sonic and crawls away. VASTRA makes her way to JENNY who is struggling holding her breath. ) Jenny: 'I can't do it. I can't.' Vastra: 'Be brave, my love. I can store oxygen in my lungs. Share with me!' ( kisses JENNY ) ( CLARA tries to use the sonic on the door but it won't work. ) [ INT. ESCAPE POD, DAY ] ( The DOCTOR presses the HALF-FACE MAN against the door. ) Half-face man: You are stronger than you look. The Doctor: And I'm hoping you are too. This... is over. Are you capable of admitting that? Half-face man: Do you have it in you to mrder me? The Doctor: Those people down there, they're never small to me. Don't make assumptions about how far I will go to protect them, because I've already come a very long way. And unlike you, I don't expect to reach the Promised Land. ( The HALF-FACE MAN switches off the torch and lowers his arm. The DOCTOR backs away to the opposite door. ) The Doctor: You realise, of course, one of us is lying about our basic programming. Half-face man: Yes. The Doctor: And I think we both know who that is. ( They continue the stand-off. ) [ INT. SHIP, DAY ] ( STRAX struggles to raise his w*apon. ) Vastra: Stop! ( They all release their breath and CLARA shakes the sonic as the robots reach out for her. Blades are pointed at STRAX. All of a sudden, the robots shut down. Their bodies collapse to the floor. ) [ EXT. LONDON, WESTMINSTER CLOCK TOWER, DAY ] ( The HALF-FACE MAN'S hat falls in slow motion in front of the clock face. We pan up to see him impaled on the spire. ) [ INT. ESCAPE POD, DAY ] ( The DOCTOR stares out the door. ) [ INT. CARRIAGE, DAY ] ( CLARA looks anxiously at JENNY and VASTRA during the drive. ) [ EXT. COURTYARD, DAY ] ( STRAX brings the carriage to a halt. ) Strax: Whoa. ( The passengers disembark from the carriage. ) Jenny: You're sure he'd come back here? Vastra: There was no trace of him in the wreckage, they searched all Parliament Hill. Where else would he go? ( CLARA looks down on the ground. There is a perfect square marked out against the straw. ) Vastra: I fear we have missed him. ( CLARA looks up to the sky. ) [ INT. VASTRA and JENNY'S, CONSERVATORY, DAY ] ( VASTRA is standing in silent contemplation before opening her eyes and rubbing her hands. ) Vastra: Please come in. ( VASTRA turns around to see CLARA back in her normal clothes. ) Clara: I'm not interrupting? Vastra: I should be glad of your company. What can I do for you? Clara: Ah, well, that's exactly what I was going to ask you. Seems like I'm stuck here now. Got a vacancy? Vastra: ( walks to CLARA ) You would be very welcome to join our little household, but I have it on the highest authority that the Doctor will be returning for you very soon. Clara: Whose authority? Vastra: Well, the person who knows him best in all the universe. Clara: And who's that? Vastra: Miss Clara Oswald... who perhaps has, by instinct, already dressed to leave. Clara: I just wanted a change of clothes. I don't think I know who the Doctor is any more. ( We hear the TARDIS materialize. ) Vastra: It would seem, my dear, you are very wrong about that. ( CLARA runs towards the sound. ) Vastra: Clara! Give him hell. He'll always need it. ( CLARA hurries from the room. ) [ EXT. COURTYARD, DAY ] ( CLARA comes to a halt when she sees the TARDIS. She enters. ) [ INT. TARDIS ] ( The TARDIS has had a bit of a make-over. The upper level is now lined with bookshelves and the DOCTOR is sitting in a leather chair. ) Clara: You've redecorated. The Doctor: Yes. Clara: I don't like it. The Doctor: Not completely entirely convinced myself. I think there should be more round things on the walls. I used to have lots of round things. I wonder where I put them. ( CLARA stays down by the console. The DOCTOR stands and slowly goes down the steps. ) The Doctor: I'm the Doctor. I've lived for over 2,000 years and not all of them were good. I've made many mistakes, ( rounds the other side of the console to face her ) and it's about time that I did something about that. Clara, I'm not your boyfriend. Clara: I never thought you were. The Doctor: I never said it was your mistake. ( The DOCTOR puts the TARDIS in motion and then shows off his new clothes – a black suit with a red-lined jacket. ) The Doctor: What do you think? ( She doesn't say anything. She takes a few steps away before turning back. ) Clara: Who put that advert in the paper? The Doctor: Who gave you my number? A long time ago, remember? You were given the number of a computer helpline, and you ended up phoning the TARDIS. Who gave you that number? Clara: The woman. The woman in the shop. The Doctor: Then there's a woman out there who's very keen that we stay together. ( The TARDIS materializes. ) The Doctor: How do you feel on the subject? Clara: Am I home? The Doctor: If you want to be. ( smiles ) Clara: I'm sorry. I'm... I'm so, so sorry... but I don't think I know who you are any more. ( CLARA'S phone rings. ) The Doctor: You'd better get that. It might be your boyfriend. Clara: Shut up. ( takes phone out of pocket ) I don't have a boyfriend. ( exits ) ( The DOCTOR watches her leave. ) [ EXT. STREET, DAY ] ( CLARA steps out of the TARDIS and steps out of the way as she answers. ) Clara: Hello! Hello? Male voice: 'It's me.' Clara: Yes, it's you, who's this? Male voice: 'It's me, Clara. The Doctor.' Clara: What do you mean, the Doctor? CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH – - CUT TO: [ INT. TARDIS, TRENZALORE ] ( The 11th DOCTOR is on the phone. ) Eleven: I'm phoning you from Trenzalore... Clara: I don't... Eleven: '..from before I changed. FLASHBACK [ EXT. TRENZALORE ] ( CLARA walks to the TARDIS and sees the phone dangling. She replaces it. ) Eleven ( v.o. ): I mean it's all still to happen for me, it's coming. Oh, it's a-coming... Eleven: Not long now. I can... feel it. ( CLARA holds the phone to her chest, fighting back tears. She takes a breath before speaking again. ) Clara: Why? Why would you do this? Eleven: Because I think it's going to be a whopper and I think you might be scared. And however scared you are, Clara, the man you are with right now, the man I hope you are with, believe me, he is more scared than anything you can imagine right now and he...he needs you. ( The DOCTOR stands by the open TARDIS door. ) The Doctor: So who is it? Eleven: Is that the Doctor? The Doctor: Is that the Doctor? Clara: Yes. Eleven: He sounds old. Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old! I was young. Oh... Is he grey? Clara: Yes. Eleven: Clara, please, eh, for me, help him. Go on...and don't be afraid. ( The DOCTOR closes the TARDIS door and walks over. ) Eleven: Goodbye, Clara. Miss you. ( CLARA ends the call and wipes her tears. ) The Doctor: Well? Clara: ( faces him ) Well, what? The Doctor: He asked you a question. Will you help me? Clara: You shouldn't have been listening. The Doctor: I wasn't. I didn't need to. That was me talking. ( starts back to the TARDIS then stops and turns ) You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like? I'm not on the phone, I'm right here... standing in front of you. Please, just... just see me. ( CLARA walks over slowly and looks up, studying his face. ) Clara: ( smiles ) Thank you. The Doctor: For what? Clara: Phoning. ( hugs him ) The Doctor: I... I don't think that I'm a hugging person now. ( holds hands out behind her back ) Clara: I'm not sure you get a vote. The Doctor: Whatever you say. Clara: This isn't my home, by the way. The Doctor: Sorry, I'm sorry about that, I missed. Clara: ( ends hug ) Where are we? The Doctor: Glasgow, I think. Clara: Ah! You'll fit right in. ( accent ) Scottish. The Doctor: Right, shall we, er... Do you want to go and get some coffee or... chips or... something, or chips and coffee? Clara: Coffee. Coffee would be great. You're buying! ( starts down the pavement ) The Doctor: I don't have any money. ( follows ) Clara: You're fetching, then. The Doctor: I'm not sure that I'm the fetching sort... Clara: Yeah, still not sure you get a vote. ( They walk away side-by-side. ) [ EXT. GARDEN ] ( The HALF-FACE MAN wakes, sits up and puts on his hat. A WOMAN looking very proper in Edwardian garb (similar to Mary Poppins) is sitting on the edge of a fountain. ) Woman: Hello! ( stands ) I'm Missy. You made it. ( walks over and joins him on the porch ) I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you. Half-face man: Boy...friend? Missy: ( takes his hand and guides him to sit ) Now did he push you out of that thing, or did you fall? Couldn't really tell. He can be very mean sometimes, ( pats his hand ) except to me, of course, because he... loves me so much. I do like his new accent, though. Think I might keep it. Half-face man: Where am I? Missy: Well, where do you think you are? Look around you, you made it. The Promised Land. Paradise! ( stands and walks out to fountain ) Welcome... to Heaven. ( MISSY snaps her teeth like a bite. She the looks skyward, arms out to her side. She then twirls the umbrella before spinning around the garden. )	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x01 - Deep Breath"}	foreverdreaming
EXT. SPACE Space is nothing like an empty blackness, devoid of color and light. The galaxy glows green and red, streaked with golden fre. Stars cluster in bright points of blue and green. A large, bronze planet, glowing as if smelted in a furnace, floats beside a much smaller, iridescent blue orb. A spaceship flies by, resembling a modern airplane with two bright blue lights on the ends of its wings. It performs a spin as it flies toward a reddish-brown planet, through a small asteroid field, leaving behind a trail of smoke spilling from one of its wings. JOURNEY: (urgent) Aristotle, this is Wasp Delta. The pilot turns her head away from a bright light and squints into the brightness, while the ship beeps an emergency alarm. JOURNEY: Do you hear me? She looks over at her partner, slumped lifelessly, blood around his mouth, and shakes him urgently. JOURNEY: Stay with me, Kai. Stay with me, please. Aristotle! We have been ht! Major damage! The cockpit lights up slightly as lasers sh*t past the ship. JOURNEY: (shouts) Aristotle! The ship evades asteroids and green laser beams blasted from a large flying saucer; a Dalek spaceship. The Dalek ship is relentless in its pursuit, struggling to land a ht on the small ship as it spins and swerves. JOURNEY: Aristotle, this is Wasp Delta, do you hear me? Aristotle! The enemy are right on top of us! The small ship evades for a moment longer, but the pilot shouts as something is ht and the cockpit is filled with orange light. An alarm blares and the pilot gasps for breath. She turns to Kai. JOURNEY: I'm sorry! INT. DALEK SHIP In a pristine, white, domed room, with rectangular lights in the walls, a bronze Dalek inches forward. DALEK: Exterminate! EXT. SPACE A laser beam lands a direct ht. As the spaceship explodes, the pilot’s scream echoes and fades into a white void. INT. TARDIS The whiteness slowly clears into orbs of light, curving in three streams above in a metallic room of bronze and silver. The blurriness clears and a shiny lever split into two halves comes into focus. The pilot inhales, lying on a metal floor full of small holes. She lies underneath the TARDIS console, her helmet by her head, and slowly sits up, looking around. The DOCTOR tilts his head as he watches. The pilot gasps when she notices him. She quickly crawls to grab her gn and stands and backs away, aiming it at the man in a black three-piece suit with short gray hair and a wizard’s eyebrows. DOCTOR: You'll probably feel a bit sick. Please, don't be. JOURNEY: Where's my brother? The DOCTOR is holding a carton of two coffees and puts his other hand in his pocket as he casually approaches. DOCTOR: Hello, I'm the Doctor. She looks to either side, searching for her brother. JOURNEY: He was right beside me. She points the gn again with resolve. JOURNEY: Where's Kai? How did I get here? She turns and goes down the stairs, keeping her gn trained on the DOCTOR, still looking for Kai as he follows her around the console. DOCTOR: I materialized a time capsule exactly round you and saved your life one second before your ship exploded, but do please keep crying. She points the gn up at him. JOURNEY: (almost crying) My brother's just died! DOCTOR: His sister didn't. You're very welcome. (points with his hand) Put the gn down. JOURNEY: Or what? DOCTOR: Or you might sht me. Then where will you be? The pilot walks past the chalkboard covered in Gallifreyan symbols and equations and comes back up the stairs. JOURNEY: In charge of your vessel. The DOCTOR turns and walks casually away. DOCTOR: You'd starve to death trying to find the light switch. Who are you? JOURNEY: I'm Lieutenant Journey Blue of the Combined Galactic Resistance. The DOCTOR leans nonchalantly against the console, still holding the two coffees. JOURNEY: I demand you take me back to my command ship, the Aristotle, which is currently located- DOCTOR: (interrupts) No. Hey. (points) Not like that. JOURNEY: You will take me back to my command ship, which is currently positioned- DOCTOR: No, n-n-no. Come on. Not like that. Not like that. Get it right! JOURNEY slowly lowers her gn. JOURNEY: Will you take me back to my ship? The DOCTOR gestures with his hand for more. JOURNEY pauses, confused. JOURNEY: Please? The DOCTOR, satisfied, turns to the galaxy displayed on the scanner. DOCTOR: The Aristotle's the big fella parked in the asteroid belt, yeah? He pulls the lever and the lights spin around under the floor, indicating the TARDIS is in motion. JOURNEY: It's shielded. DOCTOR: (skeptical) More or less. JOURNEY looks at him, confused by his tone. The metallic groaning of the TARDIS rises in volume. EXT. SPACE A large asteroid floats by the golden-bronze planet. A ship glowing with blue light drifts behind the asteroid, avoiding detection. INT. TARDIS The TARDIS door opens with a creak. JOURNEY looks out, shocked to be alive and in a familiar place. She looks back at the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: Dry your eyes, Journey Blue. Crying's for civilians. It's how we communicate with you lot. The DOCTOR walks past her out the door as she wipes her eyes. She keeps looking at the TARDIS in amazement as she follows him and points in disbelief. JOURNEY: It's smaller on the outside. DOCTOR: It's a bit more exciting when you go the other way. INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION 7 There is what appears to be a mangled hunk of metal by the TARDIS, next to a teal staircase. Sleek silver shuttles are lined up along the opposite wall. An officer drives a utility vehicle in the background. JOURNEY follows the DOCTOR as he walks past officers at work, canisters of varying sizes, and large pieces of equipment. The back wall is designed like a window, with a pale blue light shining through. A red diamond insignia with the word Aristotle across the center in white letters can be seen on the wall and some equipment. DOCTOR: This isn't a battleship. Medical insignia. It's a hospital. MORGAN: We don't need hospitals now. The DOCTOR and JOURNEY turn to see MORGAN approach, a red-haired man with white in his beard, flanked by two soldiers. MORGAN: The Daleks don't leave any wounded, and we don't take any prisoners. The DOCTOR studies the new arrivals carefully. MORGAN is stoic and the DOCTOR is cynical, making for a tense interaction. DOCTOR: I saved your little friend here, if that's in any way relevant to mention. JOURNEY: That's true, sir. He did. MORGAN: Thank you. DOCTOR: You're welcome. I wish I could've done more. MORGAN: Then you should have. DOCTOR: Okay. MORGAN: But you did save Journey, and for that I am personally grateful. DOCTOR: Well- MORGAN: (interrupts) However, the security of this base is absolute. (raises eyebrows) So we're still going to kll you. The DOCTOR pauses to take it in. DOCTOR: Oh, it's a roller coaster with you, isn't it? MORGAN: sht him, bag him and throw him outside. JOURNEY: No! Stop! MORGAN: I'm sorry! He might be a duplicate. JOURNEY: He's a doctor. MORGAN is suddenly interested. JOURNEY: And we have a patient, don't we, Uncle? INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR The crisp, metal, purely functional corridor is only wide enough for single-file. MORGAN leads the way, followed by JOURNEY, then the DOCTOR, while the two soldiers take up the rear. DOCTOR: Why does a hospital need a doctor? MORGAN: The Aristotle wasn't always hidden. The Daleks got here before us. JOURNEY: You don't like soldiers much, do you? DOCTOR: You don't need to be liked. You've got all the gn. The two soldiers stop to guard the doorway while the others enter a room. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB The lab is full of equipment, various canisters, and many wires and tubes. DOCTOR: Wow! A moleculon nanoscaler. The DOCTOR runs his hand along the glass of a large capsule taking up most of the room. JOURNEY: You know what it does, then? The DOCTOR leans against it. DOCTOR: It miniaturizes living matter. What's the medical application, though? Do you use it to shrink the surgeons so they can climb inside the patients? MORGAN: Exactly. MORGAN walks away and the DOCTOR and JOURNEY follow, past rows of complex equipment. DOCTOR: Fantastic idea for a movie. Terrible idea for a proctologist. Are you gonna miniaturize me? MORGAN: You're a doctor, aren't you? INT. ARISTOTLE, RUSTY’S ROOM A pair of blue doors opens in front of the group and MORGAN gestures inside. MORGAN: And this is your patient. The DOCTOR looks and his face fills with fear. In the center of a black disk, a blue light slowly pulses, revealing small scratches on the glass. DOCTOR: No, you don't understand. You can't put me in there. A Dalek, dented and scorched, sits in the dim blue light, wires and cables all over its casing. The blue lighting in the room is accented with yellow as the Dalek’s dome lights flash. RUSTY: Doctor? EXT. COAL HILL SCHOOL PLAYGROUND DANNY: Atten-shun! Many feet stamp the ground. DANNY surveys the group. DANNY: Look at you lot. I've never seen such a miserable bunch. What are you, children? The camera pans out to reveal a lineup of children. FLEMING: Yes, sir. DANNY: You think you're funny, Fleming? FLEMING: Yes, sir. The bell rings and some children laugh in the background. DANNY: All right, me too. Dismissed. The children jog away amidst the chatter of students going back inside. BOY: (background) What you doing, Fleming? CLARA looks back at DANNY as she follows the students. DANNY mouths ‘hi’ and CLARA gives him a smile before following the students inside. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, OFFICE DANNY walks into the secretary’s office, which looks just as one would expect, with a computer and keyboard, phone, box of scissors and pens, stapler, files, a mug, and a plant on the desk. On the walls hang a poster board full of pinned posters, a whiteboard full of notes, and three posters of exotic places, and a filing cabinet with a row of thick folders on top squats against the wall. Just above it, a window into the next room is open, with more plants on the sill. DANNY holds a notebook while he looks at the posted information. SECRETARY: So, Mister Pink, did you have a good weekend? DANNY: Yeah, I did, thanks. He opens his notebook and get out a pen. SECRETARY: Yeah, I'll bet you did. What did you get up to? DANNY: Er, you know. A bit of reading. SECRETARY: Oh, I bet you were reading. DANNY looks at her, realizing she doesn’t believe him. DANNY: I was, yeah. SECRETARY: Yeah, I bet you were. DANNY: Well, yeah, I was. SECRETARY: (loud whisper) I know your type. A student interjects from the other side of the window. COURTNEY: She wishes. SECRETARY: Be quiet, you. COURTNEY just smiles. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, DANNY’S CLASSROOM DANNY stands behind his desk, posters arranged neatly on the wall behind him, and an array of challenges posted on the Challenge Wall beside examples of and information related to Quadrilaterals. DANNY: So that's all the questions on page 32, except the last one, and then everything on page 33. All that in for Thursday. Any questions? FLEMING raises his hand. FLEMING: Sir? Have you ever kll ed a man? The students groan, some of them covering their faces and some rubbing their necks. FLEMING looks confused at the response. DANNY: (sighs) I was a soldier. He picks up his satchel and puts it on his desk. DANNY: There were other soldiers and some of them weren't on our side. I shall leave the rest to your imagination. And, please, think of another question? FLEMING: (playing with pencil) Okay. Have you ever kll ed anyone who wasn't a soldier? There is a pause. When DANNY speaks, it is with a notable shift in tone to one of melancholy and regret. DANNY: Just to repeat, that's all the questions on page 32, except the last one, and then everything on page 33. All that in for Thursday. Is everyone clear? CLASS: (muttering) Yes, sir. A teardrop sits in the corner of DANNY’s eye. FLEMING still looks curious. The tear drips down to DANNY’s nose. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, STAFF ROOM The room is abuzz with quiet conversations, phones ringing, and people going about their business. CLARA is speaking with a man with a beard who is showing her some papers. CLARA: Fine, I'll take that class and then, they can do some of the test. ARMITAGE: I know. CLARA goes to pick up her red bag and ARMITAGE starts to move away. ARMITAGE: Oh, Clara, erm, you've not met Danny Pink yet? New fella, maths. Danny? DANNY looks up and puts his satchel over his shoulder. ARMITAGE: Clara Oswald. DANNY approaches and CLARA joins with a handful of papers. CLARA: Hey. ARMITAGE: English. DANNY and CLARA shake hands, their smiles genuine. DANNY: Hey, nice to meet you. CLARA: You too. ARMITAGE: Want to watch yourself around him. Bit of a lady- kll er, but always denies it. DANNY looks away, embarrassed. DANNY: I am not a lady- kll er. ARMITAGE: See what I mean? Oh, Beth, can I have a word? BETH (O.C.): Yeah, yeah, sure. ARMITAGE walks off. CLARA watches him for a moment and brushes her bangs aside, thinking of something to say. CLARA: Er, was it you that I saw outside doing the soldiery thing? DANNY: Ah yeah, probably, the Coal Hill Cadets. Just a bit of fun. CLARA: (chuckles) What, teaching them how to sht people? DANNY: There's a bit more to modern soldiering than just shting people. I like to think there's a moral dimension. CLARA: Ah, you sh*t people then cry about it afterwards? DANNY avoids eye contact. DANNY: Oh. CLARA: Something wrong? DANNY: Nothing, no. Sorry, no, nothing. I just. (sighs) I didn't think they'd say anything, that's all. CLARA: Sorry? DANNY: Have they told everyone? CLARA: (confused and concerned) No, no, no. As far as I know, nobody has told anybody anything. What are you talking about? DANNY: Why did you just say the crying thing? CLARA: I was being funny. DANNY: Why? CLARA: I just do that. DANNY: Why? CLARA: I don't know. They look at each other awkwardly. CLARA purses her lips and raises her eyebrows. DANNY: Anyway I, er, (points) I've left some stuff in my class. CLARA: Okay, (waves awkwardly) see you. DANNY walks past her. DANNY: See you. CLARA considers a moment before turning to address DANNY. CLARA: Er, are you going to the, er, leaving thing tonight for Cathy? DANNY turns before he reaches the door. DANNY: Um. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, DANNY’S CLASSROOM DANNY walks into his classroom, his face screwed up, clenching his fists. He grunts wordless frustration, then sighs as he leans his hands on the desk. He takes a deep breath. DANNY: Yeah! I wasn't going, but I am now, because you're going to be there, and suddenly it seems like the best idea ever. He is talking to an empty room, chairs upturned on desks. He squeezes his eyes shut with another sigh. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, STAFF ROOM DANNY: No, I'm not. CLARA: Oh, okay, never mind. DANNY: Good night. DANNY walks away. CLARA closes her eyes. CLARA: Change your mind. DANNY stops and turns. DANNY: Excuse me? CLARA: I'm going. Er, I'll give you a lift. Why not? She inclines her head, waiting for a response. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, DANNY’S CLASSROOM DANNY: Actually, now that you mention it, seems like the best plan ever. Thank you. DANNY is now seated, but appears to be rocking slightly to cope with the bubbling frustration. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, STAFF ROOM DANNY: Oh, I've got some reading. CLARA: Ah, okay. Maybe some other time, then? INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, DANNY’S CLASSROOM DANNY: (growls) Thank you! DANNY sighs and hits his head on the desk repeatedly. CLARA clears her throat, leaning in the doorway watching him. He hits his head one more time, not hearing her. CLARA: Is the wooden sound you or- or the desk? DANNY sits up but doesn’t look. DANNY: How long have you been there? CLARA: (smiles) Longer than you would like. DANNY: Okay. CLARA: (chuckles) Are you going to look that terrified when you take me out for a drink? DANNY finally looks at her. DANNY: I- I ab- absolutely promise I won't. CLARA: Play your cards right and you might. She laughs as she walks away. DANNY grimaces in pain and touches his forehead. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, CORRIDOR CLARA walks down the hall, past two students talking to each other. The walls are almost completely covered with posters and diagrams. She hops up a short flight of stairs and goes through a red door. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, CUPBOARD She closes the door and turns to see two coffees directly in front of her. She looks up at the DOCTOR in disappointment. CLARA: Where the hell have you been? DOCTOR: You sent me for coffee. CLARA: Three weeks ago. In Glasgow. The DOCTOR lowers the coffees. DOCTOR: Three weeks, that's a long time. CLARA: In Glasgow. That's dad in a ditch. DOCTOR: It's not my fault, I got distracted. CLARA: By what? DOCTOR: You can always find something. Come on. The DOCTOR gestures for CLARA to follow him and turns to the TARDIS, crammed in the back. He shoves the door open with his foot and CLARA follows him inside. INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: Why were you smiling? CLARA: Was I? (closes door) No, I wasn't. She touches her mouth to make sure that she isn’t smiling. DOCTOR: You were smiling at nothing. I'd almost say you were in love, but to be honest- CLARA: Honest? DOCTOR: You're not a young woman any more. He hands her the coffees and she takes them. CLARA: Yes, I am. DOCTOR: Well, you don't look it. CLARA: I do look it. CLARA turns to put the coffees on the console and the DOCTOR raises his hands. DOCTOR: Oh, that's right, keep your spirits up. He repeats her name with fondness as he descends the staircase. DOCTOR: Clara, Clara, Clara, Clara. Clara, Clara. Clara, Clara. He hesitates at the bottom by the chalkboard. CLARA looks concerned by the sudden change in his demeanor. He turns to look at her. DOCTOR: (quietly) I need something from you. I need the truth. CLARA looks less concerned and more confused. CLARA: Okay. She waits for him to continue, but he doesn’t, so she follows him down the stairs. CLARA: Right, what is it? They both sit on the bottom step and the DOCTOR licks his lips. CLARA: What's- CLARA notices his tense posture and facial expression, avoiding eye contact with his hands folded over his knees. CLARA: You're scared. The DOCTOR pauses and takes a deep breath. DOCTOR: I'm terrified. CLARA: Of what? They both play with their hands anxiously, CLARA with her nails and the DOCTOR with his fingers. DOCTOR: The answer to my next question, which must be honest and cold and considered, without kindness or restraint. Clara, be my pal and tell me, am I a good man? CLARA, horrified at the question, stares at his face, which is perfectly grave and sincere. CLARA: I . . . don't know. The DOCTOR waves his hands and looks away in disappointment. He gets up and goes back up the stairs. DOCTOR: Neither do I. CLARA: Er, hey, no offense, but I've got plans. DOCTOR: I need you. She sighs as she gets up and joins him at the console. CLARA: Right. Where are we going? The DOCTOR pulls the lever and the lights begin their circular journey. DOCTOR: (quietly) Into darkness. INT. ARISTOTLE, RUSTY’S ROOM The DOCTOR stands before the Dalek, watched by MORGAN. RUSTY: Doc . . . tor! The DOCTOR approaches, cautious, but antagonistic. DOCTOR: How do you know who I am? MORGAN: He doesn't. We promised him medical assistance. RUSTY: (innocently) Are you my doctor? JOURNEY: We found it floating in space. MORGAN: We thought it was deactivated, so we tried to disassemble it. DOCTOR: You didn't realize there was a living creature inside. JOURNEY: Not till it started screaming. RUSTY: Help me. DOCTOR: (scoffs) Why would I do that? Why would any living creature help you? RUSTY: Daleks will die. DOCTOR: Die all you like. Not my problem. He turns to leave. RUSTY: Daleks must be destroyed. MORGAN moves to block the exit and the DOCTOR sighs and turns back in annoyance. DOCTOR: (mocking) Daleks must be de- He stops in disbelief. JOURNEY throws MORGAN a glance. DOCTOR: What did you just say? Traditional Dalek passion begins to come into its voice. RUSTY: All Daleks must die. I will destroy the Daleks. Destroy the Daleks. (shivering with conviction) DESTROY THE DALEKS! INT. TARDIS CLARA is sat down with her coffee while the DOCTOR leans against the console. CLARA: A good Dalek? DOCTOR: There's no such thing. CLARA joins him at the console. CLARA: That's a bit inflexible. Not like you. I'd almost say prejudiced. He sighs and glances away while she takes a sip. DOCTOR: Do I pay you? I should give you a raise. CLARA: You're not my boss, you're one of my hobbies. DOCTOR: Come on. He walks past CLARA. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN and JOURNEY turn as the DOCTOR walks in, CLARA close behind. JOURNEY: That was quick. She glances at MORGAN. DOCTOR: (points) This is gn girl. She's got a gn, and she's a girl. (waving abstractly) This is a sort of boss one. Are you the same one as before? MORGAN: Yes. The DOCTOR leads the way to the Dalek’s room, CLARA beside him, and JOURNEY and MORGAN follow. DOCTOR: I think he's probably her uncle, but I may have made that up to pass the time while they were talking. This is CLARA, not my assistant. CLARA waves. DOCTOR: She's, er, some other word. CLARA: I'm his carer. DOCTOR: (points) Yeah, my carer. She cares so I don't have to. MORGAN and JOURNEY look at each other. INT. ARISTOTLE, RUSTY’S ROOM The door opens into the Dalek’s room, and the DOCTOR stands outside. RUSTY: Doctor. He enters. DOCTOR: Hello again. RUSTY: Will you help me? The DOCTOR looks back at CLARA and she slowly enters. CLARA: Will you? DOCTOR: A Dalek so damaged, it's turned good. Morality as malfunction. How do I resist? RUSTY: Daleks must die. Daleks must die. CLARA rubs her lip, concerned. CLARA: So, what do we do with a moral Dalek, then? DOCTOR: We get into its head. CLARA: Mmm. How do you get into a Dalek's head? DOCTOR: That wasn't a metaphor. CLARA slowly looks at him, afraid to ask for clarification. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB JOURNEY is showing CLARA a silver wristband with a blue light, wearing one herself. JOURNEY: These are nanocontrollers. Once we're miniaturized, they take over the molecular compression. When the mission's over, ht the button. The button on the side beeps when JOURNEY indicates it. She clamps it around CLARA’s wrist and has three more wrapped over her hand. CLARA studies her new accessory. JOURNEY: Are you sure you understand? CLARA: Why wouldn't I? JOURNEY: Because this is a dangerous mission and you look like a school teacher. CLARA: I am a school teacher. Still didn't catch your name. JOURNEY: Journey. Blue. CLARA: Blue? JOURNEY glances as someone walks by. JOURNEY: Blue, yes. Problem? CLARA: (smiling) No. Er, I just met a soldier called Pink. JOURNEY: (looks away) Lucky fella. CLARA: Lucky? JOURNEY: (shrugs) From the way you smile. CLARA keeps playing with the nanocontroller. CLARA: So, er, who makes you smile or is nobody up to the job? JOURNEY: (stoic) My brother. But he brned to death a couple of hours ago, so he's really letting me down today. Excuse me. She rapidly removes herself from the conversation and gives nanocontrollers to two soldiers who are standing by as the DOCTOR and MORGAN approach. DOCTOR: What are those ones for? I don't need armed baby-sitters. GRETCHEN: We're not baby-sitters. JOURNEY takes the DOCTOR’s arm and attaches a nanocontroller to his wrist. ROSS: We're here to sh*t you dad if you turn out to be a Dalek spy. DOCTOR: Well, that's a relief. I hate baby-sitters. JOURNEY: Okay, listen up. (sighs) Now, remember, do not hold your breath when the nanoscaler engages. You'll feel like you want to, but you must keep breathing normally during the miniaturization process. CLARA: (nervous) Why? DOCTOR: Ever microwaved a lasagne without pricking the film on top? CLARA: It explodes. The DOCTOR raises his eyebrows. DOCTOR: Don't be lasagne. A technician joins MORGAN at the control panel. MORGAN: Nanoscaler engaging in five, four, three, two. Nanoscaler engaging now. The technician presses a red button. INT. NANOSCALER Everyone is in the capsule, the DOCTOR and JOURNEY on one side, facing GRETCHEN, CLARA, and ROSS on the other. The DOCTOR lowers his head, concentrating on breathing. JOURNEY and GRETCHEN, sitting across from each other, look at each other. CLARA’s eyes are wide as a soft whirring rises in volume. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB An arch containing a wall of blue light slides over the capsule along a track, back and forth, gaining speed. COMPUTER: Nanoscaling in progress. MORGAN watches the process on his screen, the capsule represented in blue with the figures inside represented in red, along with various readings and information along the edges of the screen. The nanoscaler on the screen slowly shrinks on its base. The moving arch is now a blur and the capsule with all its inhabitants are slowly reduced in size. As the arch slows, the nanoscaler suddenly experiences a rapid alteration in size. INT. NANOSCALER The capsule shakes, rattling those inside. CLARA and some of the soldiers breathe heavily in the tense situation as the whirring dies down. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB The nanoscaler is now positioned on a vast, white surface. COMPUTER: Nanoscaling complete. The technician presses some buttons that beep and MORGAN speaks into a microphone. MORGAN: Nanoscaling successful. Everyone okay in there? A pair of perfectly enormous tweezers comes down and carefully finds a grip on the capsule, clinking against the glass. The inhabitants are jostled, JOURNEY putting a hand on the wall for sab, as the nanoscaler is lifted off the ground. INT. NANOSCALER JOURNEY: (into radio) We made it. Nobody popped. After the initial jostle, the ride is remarkably smooth. With a smile, CLARA watches the room outside like a planet’s surface below. CLARA: Whoa. Ha. I can't believe this. The DOCTOR watches through the floor as the base of the Dalek’s casing appears beneath them. DOCTOR: (solemnly) No, neither can I. INT. ARISTOTLE, RUSTY’S ROOM The nanoscaler is attached to the end of some kind of carrying device, which looks as if it could be repurposed as a gn, and slowly inserted into the Dalek’s eyepiece. INT. NANOSCALER With the rumbling boom of contact, the inhabitants of the nanoscaler are jostled again and CLARA gasps. INT. ARISTOTLE, RUSTY’S ROOM A technician releases the nanoscaler and backs away. INT. NANOSCALER Everyone looks toward the blue mist inside the eyepiece of a Dalek. The DOCTOR leans forward, mesmerized, and CLARA gets out of her seat for a better look. The DOCTOR slowly reaches out and his fingers pass through the membrane of the eyepiece, which wobbles like jelly. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN: (into microphone) We'll be following you all the way, Rescue One. Good luck all of you. The screen now displays an image of the Dalek, its casing represented in blue and some of its insides represented in red. A yellow dot blinks in the eyestalk, indicating the position of the miniaturized team. COMPUTER: Integration complete. Dalek levels steady. INT. RUSTY, EYESTALK The DOCTOR’s arm is curved and distorted as it reaches farther into the blue jelly membrane. Ripples appear on the outer surface as his head breaks through. CLARA’s hair flows behind her and her blouse ripples as she pushes through the jelly, her face indicating she is not enjoying the experience. The DOCTOR, CLARA, and the soldiers slowly float toward the light at the other end. CLARA: That was weird. The group moves single-file down a tight, misty tunnel. Dim circular lights run down like a pulse. DOCTOR: You've seen nothing yet. CLARA: What are the lights? DOCTOR: Visual impulses traveling towards the brain. CLARA: Beautiful. DOCTOR: Welcome to the most dangerous place in the universe. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN watches the yellow dot as it enters the domed headpiece. JOURNEY (O.C.): (over radio) Entering the cranial ledge now. The yellow dot beeps as it blinks steadily. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY is the first to enter a curved corridor, the outer wall segmented, each with one horizontal capsule. Many thick cables are suspended along the ceiling and the largest cable runs through the center of the floor all the way around. The inner wall is full of grating, a pale golden light shining through. JOURNEY points her gn one way, then the other. She gestures for the others to follow. JOURNEY: (whispers) Here. The DOCTOR is the first through and doesn’t even look around, heading straight for the space in the grating wall, through which can be seen the Dalek’s central shaft, running all the way down. A mechanical brain is suspended below them, dozens of red cables like nerves connected to every part of the Dalek. A low booming is prevalent, pulsing like a heart. CLARA joins the DOCTOR looking down. CLARA: Oh, my god. DOCTOR: Behold, the belly of the beast. CLARA: It's amazing. JOURNEY keeps her gn up, pointing one way, while GRETCHEN points her gn the other direction. ROSS: It's huge. GRETCHEN: No, Ross. We're tiny. CLARA glances at the DOCTOR. CLARA: So how big is it, that living part, compared to me and you, right now? She points at the brain structure. DOCTOR: You see all those cables? CLARA: Yeah. DOCTOR: They're not all cables. CLARA looks at him. He opens his hand toward her with a gasp, pretending to be frightening. CLARA gives a little laugh. ROSS now has his gn up. ROSS: Does it know we're here? JOURNEY: It's what invited us in. The DOCTOR studies the grating in the wall and turns to his companions, pointing at it. DOCTOR: Now, this is the cortex vault, a supplementary electronic brain. Memory banks, but more than that. This is what keeps the Dalek (sarcastic) pure. GRETCHEN: How are Daleks pure? DOCTOR: Dalek mutants are born hating. This is what stokes the fre, extinguishes even the tiniest glimmer of kindness or compassion. Imagine the worst possible thing in the universe, then don't bother, because you're looking at it right now. (pointing) This is evil refined as engineering. RUSTY: Doc . . . tor? The Dalek’s voice echoes loudly from all directions. CLARA and the DOCTOR look around nervously. DOCTOR: Oh, hello, Rusty. You don't mind if I call you Rusty? We're going to need to come down there with you. Medical examination, and all that. GRETCHEN: What, with all those tentacles and things? GRETCHEN nods toward the central shaft. JOURNEY: How close do we have to get? DOCTOR: Well, you know, we're never going to insert a thermometer from up here. JOURNEY gives him a sarcastic nod, annoyed by his flippancy. ROSS cocks a double-sided harpoon, it whirrs, and he sht a hook into the metal floor. A shock of electrical signals emanates outward with a metallic shriek. DOCTOR: No no no. No, no, no, no! The DOCTOR runs to stop ROSS as he charges the other end. DOCTOR: Stop, stop, stop, you idiot! The second hook is embedded in the floor and ROSS looks up at the DOCTOR in confusion. JOURNEY jumps in the DOCTOR’s way and shoves him back. JOURNEY: (shouts) We need a way down, the only way- DOCTOR: (shouting over her) This is a Dalek, not a machine! It's a perfect analogue of a living being, and you just hurt it! (points) So what's gonna happen now? The DOCTOR slowly backs away, shrinking down. CLARA: Oh, god. GRETCHEN points her gn down the corridor everyone is looking at. GRETCHEN: What? What is it? CLARA: (voice shaking) Antibodies? DOCTOR: (whispers) Dalek antibodies. A sphere floats around the corner with a droning buzz. DOCTOR: Nobody move! The sphere slowly approaches, another following just behind. DOCTOR: (quickly) Any attempt to help him, or attck those things, will identify you as a secondary source of infection. Stay still! Two panels slide apart like eyelids, revealing a circular blue light remarkably similar to an eyeball, complete with spokes for the iris and a white light for a pupil. Four of the eyeball antibodies float around ROSS with their buzzing, while one more shines a light directly on his face and even more approach. ROSS stands still, but turns his face to watch the one studying his head. CLARA: But the Dalek wants us in here. Why is it attacking? DOCTOR: Can you control your antibodies? The DOCTOR turns his attention to something in his hands. JOURNEY: Ross, stay calm. We're gonna get you out of this. CLARA: Can you? The DOCTOR appears to be messing with some wires pulled out of the wall. DOCTOR: Ross, swallow that. The DOCTOR tosses something and ROSS catches it. ROSS: What is it? DOCTOR: Trust me. (smiles) ROSS puts it in his mouth and grimaces as he swallows it, the antibodies still buzzing around him. ROSS: Now what? He watches as an antibody buzzes past his face with a higher pitch. They stare at each other, until the sphere sht a white beam out of its pupil. ROSS shakes as he cries in pain. JOURNEY: Ross! The antibody waves its beam sideways along his body, dissolving his arm, then his head, legs, and torso, to his other arm, and the scream fades. It floats down to the pile of ashes in the corridor full of floating antibodies. CLARA: (horrified) Oh, my god, what's it doing?! The antibody sucks up the remains and its eye turns red. DOCTOR: The hoovering. JOURNEY gasps as the red antibody flies past her. CLARA watches it buzz down the corridor. The DOCTOR raises the green-tipped sonic screwdriver as it whirrs and he stands triumphantly. DOCTOR: Gotcha. CLARA: What did you give him? DOCTOR: (messing with the sonic) Oh, just a spare power cell, but I can track the radiation signature. I need to know where they dump the bodies. JOURNEY: (shouts) I thought you were saving him! DOCTOR: He was dad already! I was saving us. An antibody watches them suspiciously. DOCTOR: Follow me. And run! The DOCTOR runs after the red sphere, sonic screwdriver aloft. CLARA gestures to JOURNEY and GRETCHEN. CLARA: C’mon! CLARA runs after him, and the two soldiers follow close behind. JOURNEY glances back at the slow horde of buzzing antibodies keeping an eye on the suspicious intruders. The DOCTOR, leading the way with the whirring screwdriver, ducks under a low-hanging, steaming cable. He stops with his foot on the edge of a large chute leading straight down. DOCTOR: They've dumped him in here. Organic refuse disposal. We need to get in there. CLARA: Why? Light flashes with the sound of antibody laser bolts. DOCTOR: Those antibodies won't give up until we're inside there. I'd rather go in alive than dad. JOURNEY and GRETCHEN sht at the antibodies, destroying some. JOURNEY: You don't know where it goes! DOCTOR: Yes, I do. Away from here. Now in. In! In! As the fring continues back and forth, CLARA sits on the edge and yelps as she slides down into the mist. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC REFUSE DISPOSAL CHUTE CLARA screams as she falls straight down, occasionally lit by circles of light similar to the ones in the eyestalk corridor. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE GRETCHEN’s face is scrunched with determination as she sh*t. GRETCHEN: I can hold them off! DOCTOR: No, you can't! The DOCTOR points the sonic screwdriver dramatically in the mist and blows something up in the center of antibody activity, but it doesn’t seem to have an effect. JOURNEY turns to the chute. DOCTOR: Pull back! The DOCTOR causes another explsin. GRETCHEN continues shting as she backs away. DOCTOR: Down! Jump, everyone, jump! JOURNEY jumps into the chute. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC REFUSE DISPOSAL CHUTE JOURNEY screams as she freefalls, watching the long distance past her waving legs, struggling to avoid knocking against the sides. Light flashes over the DOCTOR’s face as he falls. His shout turns into a laugh. JOURNEY is still screaming, now with her eyes closed. The fall transitions into a slide and the DOCTOR keeps laughing. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC REFUSE DISPOSAL CHAMBER The DOCTOR cheers as he exits the chute and is submerged in suspiciously colored, lumpy liquid, which splashes on the other three. On one side there is a large hole leading to another section full of refuse, and on the other side is a wall full of tiny holes which let in green beams of light. CLARA moans in disgust, holding her arms up due to her soaked blouse. The lower half of her hair is soaked, but she appears to have kept most of her head dry. The DOCTOR catches his breath, floating casually in the gn. CLARA: What is this stuff? DOCTOR: People. CLARA freezes and looks at the DOCTOR. DOCTOR: The Daleks need protein. Occasionally, they harvest from their victims. This is a feeding tube. He starts to get up. JOURNEY, horrified, scoops up a bit of the liquid in her hand and squeezes it out. JOURNEY: Is Ross here? The DOCTOR moves over to the wall. DOCTOR: Yeah. He waves his hand over the top. DOCTOR: Top layer, if you want to say a few words. He uses the wall to stand up, but JOURNEY grabs him and holds him up against the wall with a grunt. JOURNEY: A man has just died. You will not talk like that. DOCTOR: A lot of people have died. Everything in here is dad, and do you know why that's good? JOURNEY thrusts her face within an inch of his. JOURNEY: There is nothing good about that. DOCTOR: Nothing is alive in here, so logically this is the weakest spot in the Dalek's internal security. Nobody guards the dad. JOURNEY lets him go, raising her hands in frustration. DOCTOR: Mortuaries and larders, (points) always the easiest to break out of. Oh, I've lived a life. (A reference to the 7 to 8 regeneration.) The DOCTOR lies down in the large hole to stand up in the chamber on the other side. DOCTOR: Tell Uncle Stupid that we're in. Ah haaa! A bolt hole. He points the sonic screwdriver at a bolt in the wall at least as tall as he is. It turns with a deep creak as the sonic screwdriver whirrs. CLARA: He'll get us out of here. The difficult part is not kll ing him before he can. The DOCTOR has gotten the rusty bolt out and leaned it against the wall, and looks down the vacated tunnel. DOCTOR: Bolt hole. Actually, a hole for a bolt. He looks for a response. DOCTOR: (disappointed) Does nobody get that? He sloshes to the hole. CLARA: (quietly) Also, there's the puns. (shakes head) The DOCTOR crawls down the tunnel while the women slide over to the other side. DOCTOR (O.C.): Watch it, decontamination tubes are hot. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB On MORGAN’s image of RUSTY, the yellow dot flashes in the front center of the Dalek, just above the first row of spheres in its casing. MORGAN is keeping a close eye on the image. COMPUTER: Anomaly thrat displaced. Dalek levels returning to normal parameters. JOURNEY (O.C.): (over radio) Rescue One to Mission Control. MORGAN turns his head toward the microphone. MORGAN: This is Blue, Rescue One. Report. INT. RUSTY, BOLT HOLE JOURNEY crawls through the tunnel, which is lit with an eerie red light, holding the radio to her mouth. JOURNEY: The Dalek has an internal defense mechanism. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB JOURNEY (O.C.): (over radio) We've lost Ross. MORGAN bends down to the microphone. MORGAN: What kind of defense mechanism? INT. RUSTY, BOLT HOLE MORGAN (O.C.): (over radio) That thing knows you're in there to help it. JOURNEY pauses in the tunnel as the red light pulses slowly, fading to mostly shadow and intensifying again. JOURNEY: (echoing) Yeah, well, who knows? It's a Dalek. We're going to continue the mission. She keeps going. The DOCTOR glances back at CLARA. DOCTOR: Are you all right back there? It's a bit narrow, isn't it? CLARA: Any remarks about my hips will not be appreciated. DOCTOR: Ach, your hips are fine. You're built like a man. CLARA: (quietly) Thanks. INT. RUSTY, CIRCUIT CHAMBER The DOCTOR emerges from the tunnel into a dimly lit room, a deep mossy green the predominant color. A point of light travels along what appears to be a clear circuit board, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, and a faint crackling can be heard. The DOCTOR stands up and looks back as CLARA reaches the end. DOCTOR: What's that noise? He takes CLARA’s hand and helps her out. DOCTOR: Are you wearing a Geiger counter? GRETCHEN: Standard battle equipment. That's just low level radiation. As GRETCHEN emerges, small light signals continue to travel along various tracks in the circuit board. The DOCTOR walks farther into the room, between rows of enormous circuit boards, all with tiny signals dashing across them. DOCTOR: But stronger down here, for some reason. He studies the circuits for a moment before turning back, arm outstretched. DOCTOR: Gimme. GRETCHEN hands him the geiger counter and he strides farther into the circuit board forest. MORGAN (O.C.): (over radio) Was that him? INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN: How's he working out? JOURNEY speaks quietly so the DOCTOR can’t hear. JOURNEY (O.C.): (over radio) It's hard to say. INT. RUSTY, CIRCUIT CHAMBER JOURNEY: (into radio) He's- DOCTOR: (interrupts) I've got it. I know what's wrong with Rusty. CLARA: Okay, that's good. Is that good? DOCTOR: Well, you know how I said this was the most dangerous place in the universe? I was wrong. It's way more dangerous than that. He turns and continues with the geiger counter. JOURNEY hurries to catch up. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN watches RUSTY from behind, through a window in the back of his room. JOURNEY (O.C.): (over radio) Colonel, we have radiation indicators red-lining in here. Could be that the Dalek is more badly damaged than we thought. MORGAN: Copy that. The yellow dot blinks just below the second row of spheres, closer toward the red mass of organic matter in the center of the casing. DOCTOR (O.C.): (over radio) Old Rusty here is suffering a trionic radiation leak. INT. RUSTY, INNER CASING The spheres, only half-visible on the outer shell, are half-visible on the inside as well, towering high above. Masses of cables stream along the inside of the casing, wrapping around scaffolding and piping. The DOCTOR and companions walk across the long floor of what looks just like an industrial factory, toward another small tunnel at the other end. DOCTOR: It's poisoning the Dalek and us. Just as well we're here. JOURNEY: Really? Perhaps we should get out while we can. Why should we trust a Dalek? Why would it change? Her voice peters out with hopelessness. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT The pink Dalek brain pulses with blood as it watches a screen directly in front of it. The scanner follows the DOCTOR through its own innards, apparently able to see anything it wants. DOCTOR: (on viewer) Good question. Rusty? What changed you? RUSTY: I saw beauty. DOCTOR: (on viewer) You saw what? The DOCTOR stops, listening in disbelief. RUSTY’s one functioning eye stares as he relives the moment. RUSTY: In the silence and the cold, I saw worlds burning. JOURNEY: (on viewer) That's not beauty, that's destruction. RUSTY: I saw INT. RUSTY, INNER CASING RUSTY (O.C.): (echoing) More. The DOCTOR looks afraid to ask, afraid to even consider the truth of his words. DOCTOR: What? What did you see? RUSTY (O.C.): (echoing) The birth of a star. The DOCTOR starts to climb up some layered panels which function conveniently as a staircase. DOCTOR: Stars are born every day. You've seen a million stars born. So what? RUSTY (O.C.): (echoing) Daleks have destroyed a million stars. CLARA and the soldiers start to follow the DOCTOR up the makeshift staircase. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT DOCTOR: (on viewer) Oh, millions and millions. Trust me, I keep count. RUSTY: And yet, new stars are born. INT. RUSTY, CENTRAL SHAFT DOCTOR: Every time. The DOCTOR stands up in a deeper blue-green lighting. RUSTY (O.C.): (echoing) Resistance is futile. The DOCTOR pauses, confused and still suspicious. DOCTOR: Resistance to what? RUSTY (O.C.): (echoing) Life returns. Life prevails. Resistance is futile. The DOCTOR is standing at the bottom of an enormous shaft, in the center of four flat walls with thick piping evenly spaced. Above the walls, the circular shaft rises endlessly, one side consisting entirely of dozens of pipes rising straight up. An orange light repeatedly travels up the wall through the mist. DOCTOR: (sarcastically) So you saw a star being born, and you learned something. Oh, Dalek, do not be lying to me. (to companions) Come on. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN is once again at RUSTY’s window. JOURNEY (O.C.): (over radio) Heading for the Trionic power cells, Colonel. MORGAN has moved to the control panel, tapping buttons on the keypad. MORGAN: Radiation approxing two hundred Rads. Danger levels. The yellow dot still blinks in the center of the casing, near to the red organism inside. COMPUTER: Radiation levels increasing. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL The DOCTOR steps out of another hole into another curved corridor, the angle of curve much tighter than the first. There are a couple of pipes, but it is mostly clean, lit with an orange light. DOCTOR: We're at the heart of the Dalek. CLARA climbs out with a gasp of wonder. CLARA: It's incredible. As they start to walk around the box in the center of the room, it flashes with electricity, causing the DOCTOR to flinch. They keep an eye on it and keep back as they walk around it. The large box is topped with many large cables leading into the ceiling, surrounding a bright orange light, which flashes brightly and erratically. JOURNEY: Geiger counter's off the scale. Looks like it's about to blow. A fuse sends off a shower of sparks and CLARA jumps back. DOCTOR: Good. JOURNEY: How is that good? DOCTOR: Well, I like a bit of pressure. CLARA flinches, ducking her head down, when there is another bright flash. She rushes to catch up with the DOCTOR. JOURNEY and GRETCHEN follow him around the box. DOCTOR: Rusty, can you hear me? RUSTY (O.C.): (echoing) Doctor? The DOCTOR rushes to a flaming crack in the wall behind the box. DOCTOR: Rusty, we've found the damage. The sonic screwdriver whirrs as he holds it up to the top of the crack. DOCTOR: I'm sealing up the breach in your power cell. Through the black smoke, the green glow of the sonic screwdriver cancels out the orange glow of the flames, leaving behind a black scar. DOCTOR: No more radiation poisoning. Good as new. GRETCHEN and JOURNEY watch anxiously. The last flame dies out. The DOCTOR turns off the sonic screwdriver and surveys his work. He looks to his companions. DOCTOR: There. Job done. CLARA: (nods) That's it? Just like that? DOCTOR: An anti-climax once in a while is good for my hearts. He walks past CLARA. DOCTOR: Rusty? How do you feel? The DOCTOR’s query is greeted with only silence, and the deep background thrumming of a Dalek’s inner workings. DOCTOR: (concerned) Rusty? He walks around a hanging cable, as if a different spot would improve audibility. DOCTOR: (quietly) Rusty? Fear comes into the DOCTOR’s face and he takes a step back. DOCTOR: (frightened) Rusty. The power cell sparks and JOURNEY jumps back, shielding her face. RUSTY (O.C.): (echoing) The malfunction is corrected. JOURNEY: What's happened? DOCTOR: Not entirely sure. The light dims, then rises beyond its former brightness to nearly blinding, as a whirring like a recharge rises in pitch. JOURNEY: (nervous) But it- it's like it's waking up. The light faintly pulses healthily, and the whirr of recharge reaches its completion. DOCTOR: Rusty, come on, talk to me! What's going on? More lights come on, higher and higher, revealing their position at the very bottom of the central shaft. RUSTY (O.C.): (echoing) The malfunction is corrected. All systems are functioning. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN looks up as RUSTY rotates his head to face the window. RUSTY: wapon charged. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL DOCTOR: (disappointed) Oh, no, no, no. INT. ARISTOTLE, RUSTY’S ROOM RUSTY: Exterminate! RUSTY turns as the door opens, revealing two soldiers just outside. RUSTY: Ex-ter-min-ate! A laser beam sht out and the soldiers’ skeletons glow as they are thrown back. RUSTY slides along the floor, pulling out the cables connected to him, causing a thick gas to pour out of them. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN frantically pushes buttons to combat the thrat. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL The DOCTOR is shaking his head and waving his arms in extreme disappointment. DOCTOR: No, no, no! CLARA holds onto a large cable for support as the room shakes with RUSTY’s movement. RUSTY (O.C.): Exterminate! INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB MORGAN picks up a gn at an explsin around the corner. RUSTY: Exterminate! INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL DOCTOR: Nooo! JOURNEY falls against a cable as the room shakes harder. RUSTY (O.C.): The Daleks will be victorious! The rebels will be exterminated. The DOCTOR, staggering, holds a hand to his head in shame and defeat. JOURNEY stands up against the wall for support. JOURNEY: (into radio) Colonel? What's happening out there? INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB Sparks and debris fly across the room from the explsin. MORGAN backs away past two soldiers behind him as they sht red laser beams. Another soldier appears around the corner behind them. RUSTY: Exterminate! Exterminate! As RUSTY rolls up, their wapon have no effect. The two soldiers advance. RUSTY: Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! The soldiers run toward the enemy and are cut down. RUSTY: Exterminate! Exterminate! One of the soldiers behind MORGAN is kll ed. RUSTY: Exterminate! MORGAN: Pull back! Pull back! MORGAN and the soldiers back away, still shting. RUSTY slides up to the vacated control panel and places his sucker arm on the communication box. RUSTY: Dalek fleet. Communications open. INT. DALEK SHIP DALEK 1: The rebel ship has been identified. DALEK 2: Prepare fourteen Daleks. EXT. SPACE The Dalek saucer remains floating in the asteroid field, ready to descend upon the Aristotle base which floats in the nook of an asteroid not far away. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL The DOCTOR leans against a pillar, arms crossed. The room is no longer shaking. CLARA: Doctor, what happened? DOCTOR: You see? CLARA: I see what? DOCTOR: Daleks don't turn good. It was just radiation affecting its brain chemistry, nothing more than that. No miracle. JOURNEY: (approaches angrily) Let me get this straight. We had a good Dalek, and we made it bad again? That's all we've done?! DOCTOR: There was never a good Dalek. There was a broken Dalek and we repaired it. JOURNEY: (quietly) You were supposed to be helping us. DOCTOR: I gave it a sh0t. It didn't work out. It was a Dalek, what did you expect? JOURNEY: No more talking. You are done! (walks away) Okay, new objective. We are taking this Dalek down. The DOCTOR looks away, frustrated and defeated. CLARA stares at him in disbelief, almost betrayal. RUSTY (O.C.): (background) Exterminate. Exterminate. DOCTOR: What's that look for? He walks up to her. She is now full-on glaring. CLARA: It's the look you get when I'm about to slap you! She slaps him and he staggers aside with a groan, holding his hand to his face. He stands and faces her, a hand on his cheek DOCTOR: Clara! CLARA: (glaring) We’re gonna die in here. And there is a little bit of you that's pleased. The Daleks are evil after all. Everything makes sense. The Doctor is right! DOCTOR: Daleks are evil. Irreversibly so. That's what we just learned. CLARA: No, Doctor, that is not what we just learned! She turns and walks away, and the DOCTOR watches, confused. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR MORGAN bursts through a door as Dalek laser beams sht past and runs down the corridor, followed closely by the soldiers. RUSTY (O.C.): (background) Exterminate. Exterminate. SOLDIER: Secure the door! MORGAN rushes to a communication panel on the wall as the sounds of fring pervade the background. MORGAN: (into communicator) Wasp fighters to action stations. Wasp fighters to action stations. SOLDIER (O.C.): (over communicator) The security systems have been hacked. We don't have access to the Wasps. MORGAN: Then God save us all. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL JOURNEY has a cylindrical grenade in one hand and two in the other. JOURNEY: We need to place these charges for maximum effect. I'm gonna scan the rest of the architecture for weaknesses. She walks off, but CLARA follows. CLARA: One question. JOURNEY: No time. JOURNEY places an explsive charge on the ledge of a wall. RUSTY (O.C.): (background) Exterminate. Exterminate. CLARA: Why did we come here today? What was the point? You. You thought there was a good Dalek. What difference would one good Dalek make? DOCTOR: Oh, all the difference in the universe, but it's impossible. CLARA looks at everyone, but no one disagrees. CLARA: Is that a fact? The DOCTOR looks intrigued and slowly approaches. CLARA: Is that really what we've learned today? She walks over to the DOCTOR and gestures emphatically. CLARA: Think about it. Is that what we've learned? The DOCTOR stares at her. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR The battle continues in the background, blue and red flashes of light streaking back and forth. MORGAN: (into communicator) Journey, what the hell's happening? That thing's set the Daleks on us. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL JOURNEY listens in dismay. MORGAN (O.C.): (over radio) And it's locked us out of our defenses. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR MORGAN: (into communicator) Journey, you're the Aristotle's only hope. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL JOURNEY sways anxiously, constantly adjusting her grip on the radio. MORGAN (O.C.): (over radio) I need you to destroy that Dalek. INT. ARISTOTLE, LAB RUSTY: The rebels will be exterminated! RUSTY engages rapid fre. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR Quiet falls as the soldiers are cut down, while MORGAN speaks quietly to his niece. MORGAN: (into communicator) Whatever it takes. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL JOURNEY: (into radio) Understood, Uncle. (voice cracks) INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR MORGAN: (into communicator) I'm sorry. INT. RUSTY, POWER CELL JOURNEY: (into radio) Yeah. Me too. DOCTOR: (softly) Clara Oswald, do I really not pay you? CLARA: (softly) You couldn't afford me. The room shakes and the DOCTOR rushes over to JOURNEY. DOCTOR: Whatever you're gonna do, don't do it! This Dalek must not be destroyed. We can do better. JOURNEY: (yells) Are you out of your mind?! DOCTOR: No, I'm inside a Dalek. I'm standing where I've never been. We cannot waste this chance. It won't come again. JOURNEY: (shouts) What chance?! I have my orders. She grips the pin of a grenade. DOCTOR: Soldiers take orders. JOURNEY: And I'm a soldier. DOCTOR: A Dalek is a better soldier than you will ever be. You can't win this way. JOURNEY breathes heavily while she prepares to pull the pin. She throws down her hands with a shout and takes a few steps away. She turns back, panicking. JOURNEY: So what do we do?! DOCTOR: Something better. INT. DALEK SHIP A Dalek looks through a transparent screen displaying thin blue rings. DALEK CAPTAIN: Prepare to board the rebel ship. We must find our comrade Dalek. Spare no humans. The Dalek appears to be some kind of Captain, standing in the middle of the room on a raised platform, behind what is probably a control panel decorated with Dalekanium spheres. Two officers are on either side with smaller control panels, all looking out at a Dalek audience. DALEK CAPTAIN: Exterminate them all. EXT. SPACE Every single Dalek cries in unison as the enormous saucer descends upon the Aristotle’s asteroid. DALEKS (O.C.): Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! INT. RUSTY, CENTRAL SHAFT CLARA grunts as she pulls herself up a section of what functions as a giant ladder straight up the shaft. The bottom is far below and wind blows her hair. JOURNEY, just below her, looks up for the next handhold. CLARA reaches up. INT. RUSTY, SHAFT LEDGE CLARA’s hand catches the top edge and her other hand appears. As she pulls herself up, the DOCTOR’s hands reach down to help. CLARA grabs his hand and he takes hold of her elbow and pulls her up. The DOCTOR stands, apparently leaving JOURNEY to fend for herself. DOCTOR: The Dalek isn't just some angry blob in a Dalekanium tnk. CLARA crouches down to catch her breath and JOURNEY paces. DOCTOR: If it was, the radiation would have turned it into a raging lunatic. JOURNEY: Er, it is a raging lunatic, it's a Dalek. DOCTOR: But for a moment, it wasn't. A view from the central shaft reveals the DOCTOR and companions have only reached the ledge of a tunnel in the wall, and the shaft continues much higher. DOCTOR: The radiation allowed it to expand its consciousness, to consider things beyond its natural terms of reference. It became good. That means a good Dalek is possible. That's what we learned today. Am I right, teach? (points at CLARA) CLARA: Top of the class. JOURNEY: But now it's back to how it was. DOCTOR: But what it saw, what it felt, is still there. JOURNEY: (nodding sarcastically) Yeah, I'm not really seeing that. DOCTOR: Not here. There. The DOCTOR points straight up. CLARA follows his finger. JOURNEY: You mean in the cortex vault? CLARA: (stands) The evil engineering? The brain structure seen in the beginning from above is now seen from below. A bright light shines down from above and some wires are faintly silhouetted. DOCTOR: Every memory recorded. Some suppressed, but all still intact. We need to show the Dalek that star being born again. Recreate that moment. (pointing at CLARA) You need to get up there, find that moment and reawaken it. CLARA glances at him and does a double-take. CLARA: Me? DOCTOR: (points) Yes, you. Good idea. CLARA glances up again. CLARA: How? DOCTOR: Haven't the foggiest. Do a clever thing. And then once you've done it, the Dalek will be suggestible to new ideas. It will be open again. And I will show it something that will change its mind forever. JOURNEY: What? DOCTOR: Not a clue. EXT. DALEK SHIP The Dalek ship rumbles as it makes contact with the Aristotle. DALEK 1 (O.C.): Docking initiated. INT. ARISTOTLE, DOCKING BAY At the end of a long corridor, an explsin sends a pair of double doors hurtling inward. DALEK 1 (O.C.): Pressures equalized. Boarding corp, begin attck. INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION Soldiers stand at the ready, attaching their face masks. INT. ARISTOTLE, DOCKING BAY Dalek eyestalks and dome lights glow through the smoke and flame in the exploded corridor. DALEK 2: Advance. Exterminate the humans. INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION A soldier using a barrel as an anchor for his gn lowers his goggles into place. INT. ARISTOTLE, DOCKING BAY DALEKS: Seek, locate, destroy! (This appears to be a callback to the 4th Doctor’s serial, Destiny of the Daleks, when the Daleks chanted ‘seek, locate, exterminate.’) DALEK 2: Surrender is not accepted. Light shines behind the Daleks as they emerge from the smoke, red flames leaping from the floor and black ashes raining from the ceiling. INT. RUSTY, SHAFT LEDGE JOURNEY: This is crazy. (points) There is no way that we can get back up there in time. GRETCHEN cocks the double-sided grappling hook. GRETCHEN: Yes, there is. JOURNEY: No, Gretchen. It'll bring the antibodies back down on us. GRETCHEN: Tell me the truth. Is he mad, or is he right? CLARA looks over at the DOCTOR when no one responds. The DOCTOR turns away and bites his thumb. GRETCHEN: I've come this far. Probably gonna die anyway. Wouldn't mind something to do for the rest of my life. She tries to smile ruefully before sobering. GRETCHEN: Is he mad, or is he right? CLARA puts her hand over her heart. CLARA: Hand on my heart? Most days he's both. GRETCHEN pauses before turning to the DOCTOR. GRETCHEN: One question, then. Is this worth it? The DOCTOR slowly turns, his face grim. CLARA and JOURNEY watch in the tension. DOCTOR: If I can turn one Dalek, I can turn them all. I can save the future. GRETCHEN: Gretchen Alison Carlisle. Do something good and name it after me. JOURNEY shakes her head. DOCTOR: I will do something amazing, I promise. GRETCHEN: Damn well better. She charges an end and fires. JOURNEY: No, Gretchen! The hook clangs with an echo as it digs into the metal. The unnerving metallic shriek rings out and the DOCTOR turns away. GRETCHEN charges the other side and fires it much higher up the shaft. GRETCHEN: Go! JOURNEY looks at GRETCHEN one last time. INT. RUSTY, CENTRAL SHAFT A horde of antibody eyeballs floats up the central shaft with a low buzz. INT. RUSTY, SHAFT LEDGE CLARA: They're coming. They're coming! JOURNEY unfolds handles on a cylinder and connects it to the grappling hook’s rope. JOURNEY: Grab onto the rope. CLARA puts her hands on top of JOURNEY’s and looks at her nervously. JOURNEY: Don't look down. GRETCHEN: Good luck. GRETCHEN fires red laser bolts at the approaching antibodies. INT. RUSTY, CENTRAL SHAFT CLARA screams as she and JOURNEY rapidly ascend the central shaft. INT. RUSTY, SHAFT LEDGE As GRETCHEN continues fring, the DOCTOR runs farther down the corridor, along a row of large, vertical cables. GRETCHEN still fires as the antibodies surround her. INT. RUSTY, CENTRAL SHAFT CLARA still screams, wind whipping her hair. JOURNEY looks down silently at GRETCHEN’s final stand. INT. RUSTY, SHAFT LEDGE GRETCHEN takes out as many antibodies as she can, but there are far too many. One finally stares her down and the white beam sh*t out of its pupil. GRETCHEN screams, her face contorted, and it all fades to white. INT. THE PROMISED LAND GRETCHEN is still screaming, but her face is lit with a pale organic light, as if she is suddenly standing outside. Her scream fades and she opens her eyes. She breathes heavily as she takes in her surroundings. She is sitting in a room before a large window. MISSY: Hello. GRETCHEN looks at the woman sitting across from her, her face still blank with shock. MISSY: (grinning) I'm Missy. Welcome to heaven. She takes the teapot on the table between them which is immaculately set. MISSY: Would you like some tea? There are other tables, but no one else in the room. Beside them stretches an incredibly long table covered in cakes, muffins, and treats. MISSY: Little splosh? She makes the decision for herself when GRETCHEN doesn’t respond and pours a ‘little splosh’ for her. MISSY: Lovely. INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION The door to the med section explodes. MORGAN: fre! The air fills with the sound and light of laser bolts, soldiers rapidly pulling triggers. Sparks fly off a Dalek as it emerges from the flames. As soon as the explsin dies down, there is another burst of flames as the Daleks slowly surge inside. The soldiers’ fre seems to have no effect. DALEK 1: Exterminate. Advance. Seek, locate, destroy. The Daleks begin to fre back and more explsin blast into the room. DALEK 2: Seek, locate, destroy. Rounds are fired back and forth, bolts bouncing off Dalek casing, but the soldiers are well protected behind cover. DALEK 3: Exterminate. A Dalek explodes. More explsin throw the soldiers back, forcing them to break cover. Soldiers fall as fires burn and colored beams sh*t back and forth. DALEK 1: Advance. Seek, locate. The soldiers are cut down and Daleks continue to stream into the base, gliding through the leaping flames. DALEKS: Exterminate! Exterminate! INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT The DOCTOR slowly steps along the ledge, over cables and wires, in front of RUSTY’s screen, which is blank for the moment. The DOCTOR stands directly in front of the pulsing, slimy mass and the golden eye in the center. If you look closely, you can see the second eye, below to the diagonal, shrunken and permanently shut. (Now the Doctor appears to be at least twice as tall as Rusty’s eyeball, making him at least a couple inches in height, while they couldn’t have been more than half a centimeter tall when first miniaturized, and this type of inconsistency bothers me in most stories where characters have their size altered.) DOCTOR: Well, Rusty, here we are. Eye to eye. RUSTY: You cannot save the humans. They will be exterminated. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR RUSTY stops in a corridor to converse with the DOCTOR, wires still attached to his casing and his dome. RUSTY: I shall join the Dalek units in the final attck. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY and CLARA jog down the curved corridor of the cranial ledge. JOURNEY: So what do we do? CLARA: (voice trembling) Errr, a clever thing, quickly. She looks at the grated panel in the wall; the supplementary electronic brain containing the Dalek’s memories. Some of the holes in the grating are lit up, but many of them are dark. CLARA: (sighs) Think, think, think, think, think. She touches some of the darkened spaces and looks back at JOURNEY. CLARA: Some of the lights are out. JOURNEY: Yeah, we've got a damaged Dalek. You want to complain to someone? CLARA: But it's not damaged, look at them. JOURNEY: So? CLARA: So, the Doctor said that this was a memory bank and some of the memories were suppressed. What if . . . (squats down) What if the dark spots are hidden memories? (waving at the lights) What if one of those is the Dalek seeing a star? She looks at JOURNEY, wiggling her fingers in anticipation. JOURNEY: Seriously? CLARA: Yeah. (puts a hand on her forehead) Well, maybe. It's either that or the bulbs need changing. JOURNEY: It really could be the bulbs. CLARA: Got a better idea? JOURNEY: Really wish I had. CLARA: Yep, me too. CLARA touches a grate and it wiggles. CLARA: Ah-ha. She pulls it out and the lights turn magenta as a metallic screech echoes down the corridor, different but similar to the sound of the Dalek being harmed. CLARA: Watch out for antibodies. CLARA rests the panel on the ground and holds it up as she crawls to the other side of it. CLARA: Let's see if there's an on switch. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT DOCTOR: I saved your life, Rusty. Now I'm going to go one better. I'm gonna save your soul. The DOCTOR has to watch where he goes, stepping over the mess of cables along the ledge, and glances up when RUSTY speaks. RUSTY: Daleks do not have souls. DOCTOR: Oh, no? Well imagine if you did. What then, Rusty? What would happen then? RUSTY half-closes his eye, listening stoically. INT. RUSTY, CORTEX VAULT CLARA appears to have climbed behind the grated panels and is on her hands and knees in a tight space lit only by dimly glowing translucent cables along the walls, floor, and ceiling. A couple of glowing blue orbs fre along some cables. CLARA: I'm in the cortex. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY stands guard just outside, keeping watch for antibodies. JOURNEY: If there's a pack of spare bulbs, break it to me gently. INT. RUSTY, CORTEX VAULT CLARA finds something by the wall and touches it. The corridor lights up with electricity and she collapses with a shout, covering her head. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE A couple of dark spaces light up. INT. RUSTY, CENTRAL SHAFT Electrical impulses run down the cables to the central brain structure. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT The DOCTOR looks up, sensing something has happened. Some images of soldiers dying by RUSTY’s wapon appear on the screen. DOCTOR: Your memories. I'm about to give some back to you. The DOCTOR excitedly bundles up some tubing off the floor. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY, swaying in distress, cannot lose anyone else. JOURNEY: Are you okay? Clara! INT. RUSTY, CORTEX VAULT CLARA pushes herself up with a grunt. CLARA: Yeah. I think there was some sort of energy charge. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY: You got the first lights on. INT. RUSTY, CORTEX VAULT CLARA: Of course, it's a brain. (excited) Brains work with electrical pathways linking up memories! She excitedly resumes crawling through the tunnel of cables. CLARA: It's working! It's working, we're turning the memories back on! INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT The DOCTOR is sitting, and pulls the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. DOCTOR: See, all those years ago, when I began . . . He is breathing heavily as if he has been working hard, and slowly runs the sonic screwdriver along a cable as he tells his story. DOCTOR: I was just running. I called myself the Doctor, but it was just a name. And then I went to Skaro. He puts the sonic screwdriver away and gives RUSTY a glare. DOCTOR: And then I met you lot and I understood who I was. He growls as he pulls apart the tubing, which stretches surprisingly far, but he manages to break it open and pulls out some slimy, organic inner cables. DOCTOR: The Doctor was not the Daleks. INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION MORGAN’s face shines red and green with the various colored beams being fired. A fre springs up, throwing a soldier back. The Daleks continue to rumble on. DALEKS: Exterminate. A group of soldiers are showered with debris. MORGAN keep his wapon on the Daleks as he retreats past his soldiers. MORGAN: Fall back. All of you, back. The Daleks trundle through the flames, never speeding up and never slowing down. DALEKS: Exterminate. MORGAN kicks open a door and leads his soldiers down a corridor. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR MORGAN: Fall back. He stops to give his soldiers cover as they run past him. The Daleks pursue down the corridor, keeping up their neverending chant. DALEK: Exterminate. Exterminate. MORGAN: Fall back. The soldiers scramble to escape, fring hopelessly at the Daleks. INT. RUSTY, CENTRAL SHAFT Antibodies with their glowing blue eyes buzz straight up the central shaft. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY notices the light from the antibodies dancing on the wall and lifts her gn, ready to fre. JOURNEY: You'd better get a move on! There's company coming. The stream of antibodies floats down the cranial ledge corridor. INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION A soldier glows and collapses with a scream. The few remaining soldiers back away from three advancing Daleks. DALEKS: Exterminate. Exterminate. MORGAN: Fall back, fall back. DALEKS: Exterminate. Exterminate. MORGAN and the soldiers manage to get through a heavy, metal, sliding door just in time to close it between them and the Daleks. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY fires at the antibodies, grunting with determination, and some are destroyed. JOURNEY: Hurry up! INT. RUSTY, CORTEX VAULT CLARA struggles to crawl through a mess of tubing. CLARA: Show me a star, Rusty. She raises her hand and smacks another panel of memories, shouting and ducking her head as it zaps again. INT. RUSTY, CENTRAL SHAFT More signals run down to the central structure. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT The DOCTOR can see on RUSTY’s scanner memories of battle; Daleks flying everywhere and a spaceship exploding. DOCTOR: Oh, look. It's your memories again. The flashing lights reflect on RUSTY’s enormous eyeball as he watches. DOCTOR: It's like somebody's mucking about up there. Memories, all those memories. Do you remember the star you saw being born? INT. RUSTY, CORTEX VAULT CLARA: Almost done. One more to go. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY: (shouts) Hurry up, Clara! Hurry up! INT. RUSTY, CORTEX VAULT CLARA slams the last panel with a grunt. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE The final lights come on. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR The blue light in RUSTY’s scarred eyestalk dims to darkness. INT. RUSTY, CRANIAL LEDGE JOURNEY listens for a moment as all goes silent. The antibodies begin moving backwards down the corridor. JOURNEY: Clara, you did it! It's rebooting! INT. RUSTY, CORTEX VAULT JOURNEY (O.C.): The antibodies have reset. CLARA smiles with a sigh of relief. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR RUSTY’s eyestalk glows brightly before fading to its normal dim blue. The cold, blue, mechanical eye is transposed over RUSTY’s warm, red, organic eye, glowing with the memory of the reborn star. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT RUSTY: I . . . A bright golden explsin of light is reflected in RUSTY’s eye. If a Dalek ever looked beautiful, it is now. RUSTY: I remember. DOCTOR: You saw the truth, Rusty. Remember how you felt. The reflection fades into a single point of light. The screen behind the DOCTOR shows the newborn star, surrounded by rings of dust and gas. DOCTOR: (extravagantly) You saw a star being born! The endless rebirth of the universe! RUSTY: No. DOCTOR: (points) And you realized the truth about the Daleks! INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR RUSTY begins spinning uncontrollably in the corridor, waving his eyestalk. RUSTY: Truth? What is the truth? INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT DOCTOR: Let me show you the truth. I've opened your mind and now I'm coming in. The DOCTOR is making squidgy sounds as he pulls on the organic cables removed from the plastic tubing. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR A red point of light appears on the inside of the metal door. MORGAN stands in the center, his soldiers beside and behind him, holding cover behind pillars. MORGAN: That door is never gonna hold. But I'm damned if I'm going to make it easy for them. He raises his gn. The red point spreads outward as the door melts. Soldiers are motionless, trained on the door. The point begins to cave, glowing white and steaming. One soldier shifts nervously. The door is about to be penetrated. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT The DOCTOR brings together two ends of organic cables. Electrical signals pass between them as they near each other and the DOCTOR crams them tightly together. His body screams as a bright light flashes with electricity, but his mind is perfectly sab, appearing calmly in RUSTY’s mind. RUSTY’S MIND DOCTOR: I'm part of you. My mind is in your mind. Dozens of points of light like stars penetrate the darkness of RUSTY’s subconscious. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR RUSTY: I see your mind, Doctor. I see your universe. As he speaks, his dome lights only flash occasionally. RUSTY’S MIND DOCTOR: And isn't the universe beautiful? RUSTY: I see beauty. The lights in RUSTY’s mind shift into billions of points making up colorful galaxies swirling by. DOCTOR: Yes, that's good. That is good. Hold on to that. RUSTY: I see endless, divine perfection. The galaxies shift into a sun, silhouetting the perfectly spherical forms of planets. DOCTOR: (intense) Make it a part of you. Remember how you feel right now. Put it inside you and live by it. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT RUSTY’s eye glows with enlightenment. RUSTY: I see into your soul, Doctor. I see beauty. I see divinity. I . . . see . . . hatred. RUSTY’S MIND The DOCTOR is taken aback. The image in RUSTY’s mind becomes a ravaged planet, explsin and Dalek spaceships and laser bolts cluttering outer space. DOCTOR: (whispers) Hatred? The Dalek ships in the imagery begin to explode. RUSTY: I see your hatred of the Daleks and it is good. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR RUSTY’s dome lights glow brightly. RUSTY’S MIND explsin flash all over the planet until it ruptures into a billion pieces. DOCTOR: No, no, no. You must see more than that, there must be more than that. A series of images flash through RUSTY’s mind, of explsin, Daleks, and exploding Daleks. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR RUSTY’s dome lights flash normally. RUSTY: Death to the Daleks. INT. RUSTY, ORGANIC COMPARTMENT The orange light of flames reflects in RUSTY’s eye. RUSTY: Death to the Daleks. Death to the Daleks. RUSTY’S MIND DOCTOR: No, there must be more than that. There must be more than that. Please! INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR RUSTY resumes moving down the corridor with a new obsessive cry. RUSTY: Daleks are evil. Daleks must be exterminated. Daleks are evil. INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION The Daleks wait patiently as the door is almost brned through. INT. ARISTOTLE, CORRIDOR The point is flaming as it melts. MORGAN takes a step forward. MORGAN: God save us all! Melted metal drips around the hole, through which is seen the eyestalk of a Dalek. INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION The Daleks rotate, hearing RUSTY’s approach. The mad Dalek, dented and covered in wires, attcks with a mad cry. RUSTY: Daleks must be exterminated. A beam from his gn arm sh*t directly into the grating below a Dalek’s dome head, kll ing it instantly. The Dalek beside it just turns to look, too confused to respond. RUSTY ruthlessly releases bolt after bolt, not ceasing his rapid approach. Daleks are blown up one after one. A Dalek is showered in sparks from its exploded mate and one explodes spectacularly, throwing out a wave of debris. RUSTY is unhindered as he razes the Dalek force. RUSTY: Exterminate! DALEK: Under attck from a Dalek! RUSTY continues his rapid fre with no resistance. DALEK: Ex-! The Dalek’s innards are blown out by RUSTY before it can finish its cry. Dalek after Dalek explodes as RUSTY fires beam after beam. A Dalek shuffles side to side as if unable to determine a course of action. It is ht with a bolt and screams as it explodes, its dome head sent flying. RUSTY glides through the mess of smoke, debris, and lower halves of exploded Daleks. He raises his eyestalk proudly as he shouts to the sky. RUSTY: The Daleks are exterminated! RUSTY’S MIND The DOCTOR is downcast, helpless in RUSTY’s mind. DOCTOR: (whispers) Of course they are. That's what you do, isn't it? INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION Goop pours out of a dad Dalek’s head where a quarter of its dome has been blown off. MORGAN cautiously leads the soldiers through the door, blown wide open, holding their gn aloft, confused, but ready to defend themselves. MORGAN lowers his gn. MORGAN: Journey. JOURNEY: Uncle Morgan. JOURNEY is back to normal size and stands beside her uncle, taking his arm for comfort as they stare at RUSTY. RUSTY: I have transmitted a retreat signal. The DOCTOR and CLARA also stand aside, watching RUSTY as he speaks. RUSTY: The Daleks will believe the humans have initiated the ship's self-destruct. MORGAN and JOURNEY hug. CLARA smiles at them. CLARA: What about you, Rusty? RUSTY’s dome head creaks as he turns it. RUSTY: I must go with them. DOCTOR: Of course you must. You've unfinished work, haven't you? RUSTY: Victory is yours, but it does not please you. DOCTOR: You looked inside me and you saw hatred. That's not victory. Victory would have been a good Dalek. RUSTY: I am not a good Dalek. You . . . are a good Dalek. The DOCTOR stoically holds RUSTY’s gaze at this comment. RUSTY turns his body, but keeps his eyestalk on the DOCTOR until he slowly slides away down the corridor. With no one facing him, the DOCTOR allows himself to look disturbed by the comment. MORGAN and the soldiers watch RUSTY as he leaves. He reaches the end of the corridor and swivels his creaky head to look at them. The DOCTOR walks out the door. DOCTOR: Till the next time. JOURNEY takes a step forward. JOURNEY: Is he leaving? Isn't he gonna say goodbye? CLARA: I think that was it. CLARA goes to the window in the door. CLARA: Yep, that was it. Sorry. (opens the door) Got to run! She goes after the DOCTOR. RUSTY turns his head back and hums around the corner. JOURNEY goes back to MORGAN and touches his arm. JOURNEY: I'm sorry. She kisses his cheek and gives him one last look before following the DOCTOR and CLARA. MORGAN just watches her, confused. MORGAN: Sorry? INT. ARISTOTLE, MED SECTION 7 The DOCTOR and CLARA walk through the med section, the floor now covered in debris. JOURNEY catches up with them. JOURNEY: Doctor. The DOCTOR stops by the TARDIS and turns, but his face is less welcoming than usual. JOURNEY takes a breath, hesitant to speak her mind. JOURNEY: Take me with you. The DOCTOR slowly approaches and gives her a smile. DOCTOR: I think you're probably nice. Underneath it all, I think you're kind and you're definitely brave. I just wish you hadn't been a soldier. They look at each other a moment. CLARA keeps her head down as the DOCTOR turns away and walks into the TARDIS. CLARA can’t help it and looks up at JOURNEY. JOURNEY puts on a smile. CLARA gives her a sympathetic smile back and follows the DOCTOR into the TARDIS. JOURNEY’s attempted cheer is immediately replaced with gloom. EXT. SPACE The Dalek saucer slowly moves away from the Aristotle’s asteroid. INT. TARDIS CLARA rushes up the stairs with a new change of clothes and a purse, and bends down to tie her shoe. CLARA: How do I look? The DOCTOR has his elbows on the console and looks up from covering his face with his hand. DOCTOR: Sort of short and round-ish, but with a good personality, which is the main thing. CLARA: I meant my clothes, I just changed. DOCTOR: Oh, good for you, still making an effort. He looks away. CLARA smiles at him as she stands up and the TARDIS rumbles. The DOCTOR walks around the console. DOCTOR: Okay, right. You're back in your cupboard, thirty seconds after you left. CLARA wanders toward the door. CLARA: When will I see you again? DOCTOR: (looking around anxiously) Er. Soon, I expect. Or later. One of those. CLARA goes to the door and opens it, but stops for a moment. CLARA: I don't know. The DOCTOR turns to face her, waiting for her to continue, confused. DOCTOR: I'm sorry? CLARA: You asked me if you're a good man and the answer is, I don't know. But I think you try to be and I think that's probably the point. DOCTOR: (slightly cheered up) I think you're probably an amazing teacher. CLARA: Hm. I think I'd better be. She steps out and closes the door with a smile. The DOCTOR turns back to the console with a fond little smile. INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL, CORRIDOR CLARA opens the cupboard door and looked around as she walks out. DANNY: Ah, hey. CLARA is startled and quickly closes the door when DANNY appears behind her. She smiles brightly and tries to act normal. CLARA: Hey! (awkward pause) Danny. DANNY: Have you changed your clothes? CLARA: Yes. Yes, I- I have. (points) Well noticed. DANNY: Okay, good. CLARA: (points) Yes, good. Very good. Good work. You passed the test. DANNY chuckles as they go up the small flight of stairs and down the corridor together. DANNY: Are you really gonna go for a drink with me? CLARA: (chuckling) Yeah. Course I am. Why wouldn't I? DANNY: I just thought- CLARA: Thought what? DANNY: (stops) I thought you might have a rule against soldiers. CLARA: No. No, not at all. DANNY goes into his classroom and CLARA keeps walking. CLARA: Not me.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x02 - Into the Dalek"}	foreverdreaming
[INT. TARDIS] The Doctor: Take a punt. Clara: Right. The Doctor: Your choice. Wherever, whenever, anywhere in time and space. Clara: Well, there is something, someone that I've always wanted to meet. But I know what you'll say. The Doctor: Try me. Clara: You'll say he's made up, that there is no such thing. The Doctor: Go on. Clara: It's. It's Robin Hood. The Doctor: Robin Hood. Clara: Yeah. I love that story. I've always loved it, ever since I was little. The Doctor: Robin Hood, the heroic outlaw, who robs from the rich and gives to the poor. Clara: Yeah. The Doctor: He's made up. There's no such thing. Clara: Ah, you see? The Doctor: Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned story books, Clara. Clara: And what about you? The Doctor: Me? Clara: Yeah, you. You stop bad things happening every minute of every day. That sounds pretty heroic to me. The Doctor: Just passing the time. Hey, what about Mars? Clara: What?! The Doctor: The Ice Warrior Hives. Clara: You said it was my choice. The Doctor: Or the Tumescent Arrows of the Half-Light. Those girls can hold their drink. Clara: Doctor. The Doctor: And fracture fifteen different levels of reality simultaneously. I think I've got a Polaroid somewhere. Clara: Doctor! My choice. Robin Hood. Show me. The Doctor: Very well. [CLARA GASPS EXCITEDLY] The Doctor: Earth. England. Sherwood Forest. 1190AD. Ish. But you'll only be disappointed. [River] [BIRDSONG] The Doctor: No damsels in distress, no pretty castles, no such thing as Robin Hood. Robin: You called? Very, very nicely done with the box, sir. I saw a Turk perform something very similar at Nottingham Fayre. Robin: It's a trick with mirrors, no doubt? The Doctor: A trick? Robin: A good jest. [LAUGHS] The Doctor: This is not a trick. This is a TARDIS. Robin: Whatever it is, you bony rascal, I'm afraid I must relieve you of it. The Doctor: It's my property, that's what it is. Robin: Well, don't you know all property is theft to Robin Hood? The Doctor: You're not serious. Robin: I'm many things, sir, but I'm never that. Robin Hood laughs in the face of all. [LAUGHS] The Doctor: And do people ever punch you in the face when you do that? Robin: Not as yet. The Doctor: Lucky I'm here then, isn't it? Clara: Might be a little bit much, but what do you reckon, Doctor? Robin: By all the saints. Are there any more in there? Clara: Is that? The Doctor: No. Clara: Oh, my God. Oh, my God! It is, isn't it? You found him. You actually found Robin Hood. The Doctor: That is not Robin Hood. Robin: Well then, who, sir, is about to relieve you of your magic box? The Doctor: Nobody, sir. Not in this universe or the next. Robin: Well then, draw your sword and prove your words. The Doctor: I have no sword. I don't need a sword. The Doctor: Because I am the Doctor. The Doctor: And this is my spoon. En garde! Robin: Ow! Clara: You're amazing. The Doctor: I've had some experience. Richard the Lionheart. Cyrano de Bergerac. Errol Flynn. He had the most enormous Clara: Ahem. The Doctor: Ego. Clara: [CLEARS HER THROAT] Takes one to know one. Robin: Oh, you. Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: Like I said. My box. Clara: Doctor? [THE DOCTOR GASPS ROBIN AND CLARA LAUGH CHICKENS SQUAWK] Quale: In the name of all that's holy, take our money, take our treasure, but spare my ward. Girl: Do not fuss. All will be well. Quale: This is the Sheriff's doing. If he were here now, I'd tear out his black heart! Sheriff: Would you now? [WOMAN SCREAMS] Sheriff: Or are you as milk-livered as your name suggests, Master Quayle? Quale: Take me. Spare this dear child. Sheriff: Take you? A lardy lack-wit like you? It's labour we require up at the castle. Labour and gold. Not old men and their worthless baubles. This will be a great help, Master Quayle, believe me. Newcomer to Sherwood, are we? Girl: Yes, my Lord. Sheriff: You may also prove useful. Bring her. Quale: Your days are numbered, you cur. Sheriff: You shall live to regret that. Actually, no. You won't. Girl: No! No! [SHE SOBS] [Outlaw's Hideout] Robin: Let me introduce you to my men. This is Will Scarlet. He is a cheeky rogue with a good sword arm and a slippery tongue. Will: My lady. [LAUGHTER] Will: Argh! What do you want with my hair? The Doctor: Well, it's realistic, I'll give you that. Robin: And this is Friar Tuck. Aptly named for the amount of grub he tucks into. Tuck: You skinny blackguard. [LAUGHTER] Tuck: What are you doing? The Doctor: This isn't a real sandal. Tuck: Yes, it is. The Doctor: (sniffs) Oh. Yes, it is. Robin: This, er, is Alan-a-Dale. He's a master of the lute, whose music brightens up these dark days. Alan: ♪ Stranger you are welcome here, in Sherwood's bonny glade. ♪ Ow! The Doctor: Sorry, sorry, sorry. Blood analysis. Oh. All those diseases. If you were real, you'd be dad in six months. Alan: I am real. The Doctor: Bye. Robin: And this is John Little. Called Little John. He's my loyal companion in many an adventure. [ALL LAUGH] Clara: Oh! Will: Works every time. Clara: Oh, I cannot believe this. You, you really are Robin Hood and his Merry Men. Robin: Aye! That is an apt description. What say you, lads? ALL: Aye! The Doctor: Stop laughing. Why are you always doing that? Are you all simple or something? I'm going to need a sample. Robin: Of what? Clara: [CLEARS HER THROAT] Excuse me. Sorry. What are you doing? The Doctor: Well, they're not holograms, that much is obvious. Could be a theme park from the future. Or we might be inside a miniscope. Clara: Oh, shut up. The Doctor: A miniscope. Yes, of course. Why not? Robin: Your friend seems not quite of the real world. Clara: No. No, he's not really. Not most of the time. Dark days? Robin: My lady? Clara: You said that these were dark days. What did you mean? Will: King Richard is away on crusade, my lady. His tyrant of a brother rules instead. Clara: And the Sheriff. Cos there is a sheriff, right? Alan: Aye. It is indeed this jackal of the princes who seeks to oppress us for ever more. The Doctor: Or six months in your case. Robin: It is a shame to dwell on murky thoughts when there is such beauty here. Clara: Why are you so sad? Robin: Why do you think me sad? Clara: Because the Doctor's right, you laugh too much. Robin: You know, I do not live this outlaw life by choice. You see before you Robert. Both: Earl of Loxley. Clara: Yes. Robin: Yes. Clara: Sorry. Do go on. Robin: I er, I had my lands and titles stripped from me. I dared to speak out against Prince John. But I lost the thing most dear to me. Clara: What was she called? Robin: You're so very quick. How does the Doctor stand it? Clara: Marian? Robin: You know her? Clara: Oh, yes. I have always known her. Robin: It was Marian who told me that I must stand up and be counted. But, I was afraid. Now this green canopy is my palace and the rough ground my feather bed. Maybe one day I will return home, but until that day. Until that day, it is beholden on me to be the man Marian wanted, to be a hero for those this tyrant sheriff slaughters. The Doctor: What time is it, Mister Hood? Robin: Somewhat after noon. The Doctor: No, no. Time of year? What season? Robin: Oh, Dame Autumn has draped her mellow skirts about the forest, Doctor. The time of mists and harvest approaches. The Doctor: Yeah, yeah. All very poetic. But it's very green hereabouts, though, isn't it? Like I said, very sunny. Clara: So? The Doctor: Have you been to Nottingham? [BIRDSONG] Clara: Climate change? The Doctor: It's 1190. Robin: You must excuse me. The Sheriff has issued a proclamation and tomorrow there is to be a contest to find the best archer in the land. And the bounty, it's an arrow made of pure gold. Clara: No! Don't, don't go. It's a trap. Robin: Well, of course it is! [ALL LAUGH] But a contest to find the best archer in the land? [CHUCKLES] There is no contest. [All LAUGH] The Doctor: Right, that isn't even funny. That was bantering. I am totally against bantering. Clara: How can you be so sure he is not the real thing? The Doctor: Because he can't be. Clara: When did you stop believing in everything? The Doctor: When did you start believing in impossible heroes? Clara: Don't you know? In a way, it's rather sweet. [BEEPING CHEERING] Herald: In the contest for the golden arrow, after ten rounds, the battle is betwixt our Lord Sheriff... [MUTED CHEERING] Herald: And the stranger known as Tom the Tinker. [RAUCOUS CHEERING] Sheriff: Perhaps not such a stranger after all. Herald: Take your places. Robin: Shall we make the contest a little more interesting, my Lord? The targets seem a little close. What say you? Another twenty paces? Sheriff: Why not? Sheriff: Now, Tinker. Let us see thy true face. [CHEERING] Herald: Ye Gads! He has split the arrow! Truly, he is the finest archer in all England. Come forward, Tinker. And claim your prize. Little John: He's full of surprises, isn't he? The Doctor: I'm the Doctor. My skills as a bowman speak for themselves. I claim my reward. The Doctor: A mere bauble. The Doctor: I want something else. Sheriff: Name it. The Doctor: Enlightenment. The Doctor: This is getting silly. Sheriff: Fascinating. Seize him! The Doctor: What are you doing? Put that down. Clara: I'm fine. I take Year Seven for after school Tae Kwon Do. Robin: Don't worry, Doctor. I'll save you. The Doctor: I don't need saving. Robin: Your honour is safe. The Doctor: I know. Robin: For I am Robin. [CHEERING] Robin: Robin Hood! Voice (O.C.): Witchery! Witchery! The Doctor: Robot. [CLANKING] The Doctor: Now we're getting somewhere. Sheriff: Take them. kll the rest. kll them all! The Doctor: He surrenders! Robin: What? The Doctor: Hai! Robin: You miserable cur. I had them on the run. Flee, lads, flee! Live to fight another day! Tuck: Come on! Sheriff: To the dungeons with all of them. Clara: What are you up to? The Doctor: Quickest way to find out anybody's plans, get yourself captured. [Castle] [SCREAMS AND GROANS] Girl: Here, let me help you. Walter: Thank you, Lady. Girl: What are you? Gargoyle, what are you? Knight: Leave it. Girl: He only needs to rest. We all need to rest. Knight: Analysis shows that peasant creature is spent. Girl: No. No, please. Knight: Usefulness expired. Walter: No. No! No! Girl: Damn you! Damn you and that villain the Sheriff! [Dungeon] Robin: Splendid. Enchained. Clara: Yep. Robin: Trussed up like turkey-cocks. Thanks to your friend. The Doctor: Shut it, Hoodie. I saved your life. Robin: I had the situation well in hand. The Doctor: Long-haired ninny versus robot kller knights? I know where I'd put my money. Robin: If you had not betrayed me, I would have been triumphant. The Doctor: You would have been a little puff of smoke and ashes. Robin: Oh, ha! The Doctor: You'd have been floating around in tiny little laughing bits in people's goblets. Robin: Balderdash. Ha! The Doctor: Oh, right, here we go. It's laughing time. Robin: Well, you amuse me, grey old man. The Doctor: Guard! He's laughing again! You can't keep me locked up with a laughing person. Robin: Oh, I find that, I find that quite funny. Do you know, I feel another laugh coming on. A-ha-ha-ha! The Doctor: Guards, I cannot remain in this cell. Execute me now. Robin: You heard him. Execute the old fool. The Doctor: No, hang on. Execute him. Robin: I do not fear death, so execute away. The Doctor: Execute him. I'd like to see if his head keeps laughing when you chop it off! Robin: Oh, Robin Hood always laughs in the face of death. The Doctor: Yes, rolling around the floor laughing, I would pay good money to see that. The Doctor & Robin: Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard! Clara: Oh, you two, SHUT UP! Do either of you understand, in any way at all, that there isn't actually a guard out there? The Doctor: Oh. Robin: I did, in fact. The Doctor: No, you didn't. Clara: I said, shut up. The Doctor and Robin Hood locked up in a cellar. Is this seriously the best that you can do? You're determined to starve to death in here squabbling. Robin: Well, I'll tell you one thing. I'd last a lot longer than this desiccated man-crone. The Doctor: Really? Robin: Really. The Doctor: Well, you know what? I think you'll find I have a certain genetic advantage. Oh! Clara: It is not a competition about who can die slower. The Doctor: It would definitely be me, though, wouldn't it? Clara: There was supposed to be a plan. Do either of you two have a plan? The Doctor: Yeah, of course I have a plan. Robin: I too have a plan. Clara: Okay. Robin, you first. The Doctor: Why him? Clara: Doctor, shut up. Robin, your plan. Robin: I am biding my time. Clara: Thank you, Prince of Thieves. Last of the Time Lords? The Doctor: Yes, I have a plan. Clara: Can you explain your plan without using the word sonic screwdriver? Because you might have forgotten the Sheriff of Nottingham has taken your sonic screwdriver, just saying. It's always the screwdriver. The Doctor: Okay, let, let, let, let's hear Robin's plan first. Clara: Oh, for God's sake! [DOOR IS UNLOCKED] Robin: See? There was a guard. There was guard listening the whole time, I knew it. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Guard: The Sheriff himself commanded me to listen, to find out which of you is the true ringleader. The Doctor: Ah, so he can do the interrogating. Very wise. Robin: Excellent. He will get nothing from me. The Doctor: No, no, no, no. no. He will get nothing from me, because interrogation, that's where I always turn the tables. You see, that's my plan. Robin: Just hurry up and take me to him. The Doctor: No, no, chop-chop, come on. Clara: Seriously. Guard: Come on. The Doctor: No. Robin: What are you doing? The Doctor: Don't be ridiculous! [DOOR SLAMS] [Outlaw's Hideout] Little John: 'Tis a thing of beauty indeed. Will: And will feed a family for a twelvemonth when melted down. Tuck: Tonight we rest. Tomorrow we must draw up plans to rescue Robin. We shall soon see how those Mechanicals feel about the taste of Nottingham steel. Lord, forgive me. Alan: Strange, though, is it not? Little John: What? Alan: All this looting that the Sheriff is doing, and yet 'tis only ever gold that he takes. Pearls, rubies, all the precious jewels of the realm seem no consequence to him. Only gold. Alan: ♪ Poor Robin and the stranger lay, In the dungeon all the live-long day. The Merry Men might pine away, Upon a Sherwood morning. ♪ [Sheriff's] [GROANS AND SCREAMS] Sheriff: Eat, my Lady, eat. Let it not be said that the Sheriff of Nottingham is a poor host. Clara: I had a bag of crisps this morning, thanks. Sheriff: Your words are strange, fair one. Clara: Mmm, I should think they are. Sheriff: But I like you. You're refreshingly direct. Clara: You can take the girl out of Blackpool. Sheriff: Taken from your friend's strange tunic. An intriguing gallimaufry. Including this wand. Evidently a thing of awesome power. Tell me, are you from beyond the stars? Clara: You're the one with the robot army, you tell me. [Dungeon] The Doctor: I'm sorry? Robin: No. bat your breast. Moan. Groan as though twenty devils possessed your guts. The Doctor: What for? Robin: So as to attract the attention of that gargoyle-faced guard. The Doctor: It's your plan. You moan. Robin: No, no. No, it won't work. The Doctor: Why? Robin: Oh, because you're clearly more advanced in years and you have a sickly aspect to you. The Doctor: I have a what? Robin: You're as pale as milk. It's the way with Scots. They're strangers to vegetables. The Doctor: I'm not moaning. You moan. Robin: Fine. If you want something doing. [HE MOANS LOUDLY] Can I rely upon you to do the rest? The Doctor: Yes, yes, I know the drill. Guard: What is this din? The Doctor: No business of yours, cur. (to Robin) Speak up. I can't hear you. Guard: What ails him? The Doctor: None of your business. Guard: I said, what ails him? The Doctor: Well, if you must know, he's having a nervous breakdown. Guard: A what? The Doctor: He's like this whenever he's in any kind of danger. He just can't seem to cope. He gets so afraid. He goes into a kind of fit. I honestly believe that he may die of sheer fright, like some tiny, shivering little mouse. [HE GROANS] Oh, God, I think he's soiled himself. Guard: Let him die. It will save us the trouble of executing him. The Doctor: And what will happen to the reward? Guard: Reward? The Doctor: Oh, God, I shouldn't have said that. Guard: Tell me! The Doctor: He carries a vital message. The Prince has promised a bounty. Guard: A big one? The Doctor: An enormous one. Guard: What's that? Say again? Robin: [HE MUMBLES] Your breath stinks like a serpent, has anyone ever told you that? [ROBIN GRUNTS] Robin: Soiled myself? The Doctor: Did you? That's getting into character. Okay, keys. Robin: I'll get them. The Doctor: No, no. I'll get them. Robin: I'll get them. I'll get them. The Doctor: I'm fine, no, no worries. I've got them! Robin: I've got them! I'll get... [KEYS RATTLE THEN FALL TAPPING AS THEY FALL THEN THEY LAND IN WATER] The Doctor: Well, there is a bright side. Robin: Which is? The Doctor: Clara didn't see that. [ROBIN SIGHS] [Sheriff's] Sheriff: But enough of tawdry matters. Let us talk of softer, sweeter things. Clara: Ah. Good, yes, I was hoping we'd get round to that. Sheriff: You were? Clara: Mmm. For I have known I was destined to draw the eye of a great and powerful man for a long time. Ever since I saw those mysterious lights in the sky. Sheriff: You saw them too? Clara: And those strange mechanical men, with their promises. Sheriff: I too have experienced this. Clara: Really? Well, I would never have guessed. Tell me your story. Sheriff: Tell me yours. Clara: Oh, no, no, no, no. But you have to go first. Sheriff: Why so? Clara: Because great men always precede. Sheriff: You have a point. Clara: Your story, then. Sheriff: Once upon a time, there was a brave and clever and handsome man. Clara: I can almost picture him. I don't even have to close my eyes. Sheriff: Unappreciated by his royal master. Clara: Prince John? Sheriff: The very same. Clara: Then came the lights in the sky, and everything changed. Sheriff: The skyship came to Earth in a fury of fre. Clara: I'd almost call it a crash. I remember it well. Sheriff: A craft from the heavenly spheres, bedight with twinkling lights and miracles beyond imagining. The most beautiful thing the brave and handsome man had ever seen. Clara: And I suppose the mechanical men saw you as their natural leader? Sheriff: It was I and I alone to whom the mechanical men then imparted their secrets. Shortly, I shall be the most powerful man in the realm. King in all but name, for Nottingham is not enough. Clara: It isn't? Sheriff: After this, Derby. Clara: Right. Sheriff: Then Lincoln. And after Lincoln Clara: Worksop? [DAGGER SLAMS LOUDLY] Sheriff: The world! [Passage] Robin: [PANTS] Now what? The Doctor: First, a blacksmith's forge. Robin: So as to remove our chains? The Doctor: No. So I can knock up an ornamental plant stand. Of course it's so we can get rid of our chains. I don't want to be manacled to you all night. [ROBIN LAUGHS] The Doctor: Oh, no. Please, don't do that. Robin: Ornamental plant stand. The Doctor: It's not even that funny. Robin: You're an amusing fellow, Doctor! The Doctor: Oh, don't! Can you just stop? [LAUGHTER CONTINUES] You'll give yourself a hernia. [Sheriff's] Clara: So what are you hanging around here for, then, Your Majesty? Why are you bothering to squeeze pips out of peasants if you've got a skyship on stand-by? Sheriff: Enough questions. I'm impatient to hear your story. Clara: Oh, but I do not have one. I was lying. Sheriff: Lying? Clara: Yeah. People are so much better at sharing information if they think the other person has already got it. Sheriff: Oh, that's very clever. Clara: Thank you. Sheriff: You'll do very well. Clara: For what? Sheriff: Doesn't every king require a consort? Clara: Right, you do that again and you'll regret that. [Spaceship] The Doctor: At last. Something real. No more fairy tales. Robin: What is this place? The Doctor: A spaceship. More twenty ninth century than twelfth. Data banks, data banks, data banks. Where was this ship headed? The Doctor: The Promised Land again. [COMPUTER BEEPS] Like the Half-Faced Man, but more sophisticated. It disguised itself as a twelfth century castle. The Doctor: It merges into the culture, tries to keep a low profile, so no one notices. That explains the robot knights. But the engines. The engines are damaged. They're leaking radiation into the local atmosphere, creating a temporary climate of staggering benevolence. Robin: I beg pardon? The Doctor: I told you. It's too sunny. It's too green. And there is even an evil sheriff to oppress the locals. This explains everything, even you. Robin: It does? The Doctor: Well, what does every oppressed peasant workforce need? The illusion of hope. Some silly story to get them through the day, lull them into docility, and keep them working. Ship's data banks. Full of every myth and legend you could hope for, including Robin Hood. The Doctor: Isn't it time you came clean with me? You're not real and you know it. Look at you. Perfect eyes, perfect teeth. Nobody has a jawline like that. You're as much a part of what is happening here as the Sheriff and his metal knights. You're a robot. Robin: You dare to accuse me of collusion with that villain, the Sheriff? The Doctor: I dare. Robin: You false-tongued knave. I should have skewered you when I had the chance. The Doctor: I would like to see you try. [LASERS ARE FIRED] The Doctor: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sheriff: Surrender, outlaw. The Doctor: Very good. Sheriff: kll him. kll Robin Hood. The Doctor: You can drop all that stuff now, Sheriff. Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: He is not what you think he is. This is all play-acting. Clara: We can't just let them kll him! The Doctor: You're not fooling anyone, Sheriff. Clara: What the hell are you doing? Robin: Surviving. Clara: No! The Doctor: No! Clara! [LOUD SPLASH] Sheriff: Yeah, sorry about the girl. Such a pretty thing. What a queen she would have made. The Doctor: Stop pretending. You and your fancy robots. I get it. I understand. Sheriff: Oh, so you too know my plans? The Doctor: You and your robots plundering the surrounding countryside for all it's worth. Gold. [HE CLICKS HIS FINGERS] Gold. Of course. Gold. You are creating a matrix of gold to repair the engine circuitry. Sheriff: This is the scheme the Mechanicals have devised. Soon this skyship will depart. Destination, London. There I will obliterate the King and take my rightful place as ruler of this sceptred isle. The Doctor: It won't work. There's not a chance. I've seen the instruments. There's been too much damage. You are stoking up a gigantic bmb! Sheriff: Shush. [Castle] Knight (O.C.): Engine capacity at forty eight percent. [MAN SCREAMS] Knight (O.C.): Engine capacity at forty eight percent. The Doctor: It's not enough. That's not enough. It'll never make orbit. [PEOPLE WAILING, SMALL explsin ELECTRICAL PULSING] The Doctor: That's the engines, building in power. Stupid, stupid Sheriff. [HE GRUNTS The Doctor: Argh! Go on, give! Give, you stupid things. [HE PANTS] What are you looking at? [Outlaw's hideout] Clara: Hi. Robin: The time for games is over. [Castle] Girl: I think I understand you. The Sheriff's using the gold to replace something. The Doctor: That's the principle. But he's a moron. If he tries to fly this ship, it'll explode and wipe out half the country. What we need is a little riot. Time to reflect on lasers and gold. Spread the word. [Outlaw's hideout] Robin: You will tell me everything this Doctor knows about Robin Hood and his Merry Men. Clara: What is this? Why are you interrogating me? Robin: And then, you will tell me exactly who this Doctor is and what are his plans. [Castle] Knight: You are fit for labour. Stand aside while this peasant unit is freed. The Doctor: I'm afraid you're a little late. Knight: Explain. The Doctor: I'm already free! [Sheriff's] Sheriff: Mine, mine, mine. Knight: Engine capacity at seventy five percent. [BEEPING] Sheriff: 'Sblood! Who will rid me of this turbulent Doctor? [FIST CLANGS ON METAL] Sheriff: Come. [Castle] [SCREAMING] The Doctor: Everyone, the last one! [THEY CHEER] The Doctor: Out, out! Everyone, quickly, get out. Quickly! Girl: You've saved us all, clever one. Girl: Thank you. Knight: Engine capacity at eighty two percent. Sheriff: You are indeed an ingenious fellow, Doctor. But do you really think your peasants' revolt can stop me? The Doctor: I rather think you're the revolting one around here. I'm bantering. I'm bantering. Listen to me. You don't have enough gold content to seal the engine breach. If you try and take off, you'll wipe out half of England. Sheriff: Liar! From my sky vessel, I shall rule omnipotent. The Doctor: You pudding-headed primitive, shut down the engines. What you're doing will alter the course of history. Sheriff: I sincerely hope so, or I wouldn't be bothering. The Doctor: Listen to me. It doesn't have to end like this. Shut it all down, return Clara to me and I'll do what I can. Sheriff: I don't have Clara. The Doctor: Robin's one of yours. Sheriff: What did you say? The Doctor: He's one of your tin-headed puppets, just like these brutes here. Sheriff: Robin Hood is not one of mine. The Doctor: Of course he is. He's a robot, created by your mechanical mates. Sheriff: Why would they do that? The Doctor: To pacify the locals, give them false hope. He's the opiate of the masses. Sheriff: Why would we create an enemy to fight us? What sense would that make? That would be a terrible idea. The Doctor: Yes! Yes, it would. Wouldn't it? Yes, that would be a rubbish idea. Why would you do that? But he can't be. He's not real. He's a legend! Robin: Too kind! And this legend does not come alone. Clara: Hiya! Robin: You all right? Clara: Hell, yeah. Robin: Good. My men have taken the castle. Sheriff: No! Robin: Now I'm going to take you. Sheriff: This one's all mine! [MOTORS WIND DOWN] Sheriff: What do you say, outlaw? A final reckoning? Robin: Oh, yes. The Doctor: Are you okay? Clara: Fine, yeah. The Doctor: Good. We don't have long. [RUMBLING] Sheriff: I shall avenge every slight, outlaw. Clara: Doctor The Doctor: I know. The whole castle's about to blow. Sheriff: You have long been a thorn in my side. Robin: Well, everyone should have a hobby. Mine's annoying you. Sheriff: I'll have you boiled in oil at the castle by sunset. Robin: Can we make it a little earlier? Cos that's a little past my bedtime. Sheriff: I'm too much for you, outlaw. The first of a new breed. Half man, half engine. Sheriff: Never ageing. Never tiring. Robin: Are you still talking? Sheriff: Bow down before your new king, you prince of knaves! Sheriff: Argh! [SPLASH!] Robin: Sorry. Was that, er, was that showing off? Clara: That was amazing. [RUMBLING] The Doctor: Run! Come on, run! [CRASHING] [Ext. Castle] The Doctor: It's never going to make it. Not enough gold. It'll never make it into orbit. Where is it? Where did it go? Clara: Where did what go? The Doctor: The golden arrow. Robin: Tuck! The Doctor: You took it? Tuck: Of course we did. We're robbers. DOCTORY: I love you boys. Clara: Doctor, what are you suggesting? The Doctor: Golden arrow. It might just be enough gold content to get the ship into orbit and out of harm's way. Robin: No, it has to be you. My arm is injured. Clara: You're good at this. I saw you. You won the tournament. The Doctor: I cheated. I made a special arrow with a homing device. Clara: Oh, brilliant. Right, let me have a go. The Doctor: You? You do Tae Kwon Do. That's not the same thing as this. Robin: My friends. Surely we can manage it together? [Spaceship] Knight: Engine capacity at eighty three percent. Insufficient power to achieve escape velocity. Knight: Maximum power surge. [ALARM BLARES] Knight: Engines critical. Engines critical. Engines crit... [Ext. Castle] Alan: ♪ One awful day in Nottingham, Brave Robin Hood was in a jam. The arrow flew it true... ♪ Will: Give it a rest, Alan. Alan: Give me my lute! [THEY LAUGH] Clara: Still not keen on the laughing thing? The Doctor: No, no, no, no. [SHE LAUGHS] [HE LAUGHS] [River] Clara: Woo-hoo! I'm going to miss you. You're very naughty. Robin: Oh, I know. Whoever he is, he is a very lucky man. Clara: Marian is very lucky, too. Robin: I fear not. Clara: Don't give up. Not ever. Not for one single day. Clara: Be safe, if you can be. But always be amazing. Robin: Hmm. Clara: Goodbye, Robin Hood. Robin: Goodbye, Clara Oswald. Robin: So, is it true, Doctor? The Doctor: Is what true? Robin: That in the future I am forgotten as a real man? I am but a legend? The Doctor: I'm afraid it is. Robin: Hmm. Good. History is a burden. Stories can make us fly. The Doctor: I'm still having a little trouble believing yours, I'm afraid. Robin: Is it so hard to credit? That a man born into wealth and privilege should find the plight of the oppressed and weak too much to bear... The Doctor: No. Robin: Until one night he is moved to steal a TARDIS? Fly among the stars, fighting the good fight. Clara told me your stories. The Doctor: She should not have told you any of that. Robin: Well. Well, once the story started, she could hardly stop herself. You are her hero, I think. The Doctor: I'm not a hero. Robin: Well, neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be. Ha-ha! Perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories never end. Robin: Goodbye, Doctor, Time Lord of Gallifrey. The Doctor: Goodbye, Robin Hood, Earl of Loxley. Robin: And remember, Doctor. I'm just as real as you are. [TARDIS] Clara: Admit it. You like him. The Doctor: Well, I'm leaving him a present, aren't I? [METALLIC THRUMMING] [River] Girl: Robin? I've found you at last. Robin: Marian? [CHEERING] Thank you. Thank you, Doctor! Robin: Ha-ha-ha! What's that in the mirror or the corner of your eye? What's that footstep following... but never passing by? Perhaps they're all just waiting. Perhaps when we're all d*ad, out they'll come a-slithering from underneath the bed. [KNOCKING]	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x03 - Robot of Sherwood"}	foreverdreaming
[ GADGETS CLICK ] The Doctor: (quietly) Listen! [TARDIS] The Doctor: Question. Why do we talk out loud when we know we're alone? Conjecture. Because we know we're not. Evolution perfects survival skills. There are perfect hunters. [ ROARING ] The Doctor: There is perfect defence. Question. Why is there no such thing as perfect hiding? Answer. How would you know? Logically, if evolution were to perfect a creature whose primary skill were to hide from view, how could you know it existed? It could be with us every second and we would never know. How would you detect it, even sense it, except in those moments when, for no clear reason you choose to speak aloud? What would such a creature want? What would it do? Well? What would you do? [ HE LAUGHS CHALK ROLLS SHE SIGHS CHATTER AND LAUGHTER SHE SIGHS ] [Restaurant] Danny: Hey. Clara: Hey. Sorry. So the famous drink at last. Danny: Yeah. Took a bit of time, family stuff, but here we are. Clara: Dinner, in fact. Danny: Yeah, straight to dinner. Clara: I like a man who moves fast. Danny: Yeah? I might go straight for extras. Afters. Dessert. Clara: Yes, I know, I know, dessert. Danny: Straight to dessert. Clara: Gotcha. Danny: So, er, how was your day? Clara: Good. You know. Teaching. Danny: Yep, teaching. Clara: Teaching, teaching. Danny: Totally teaching. Clara: We probably shouldn't talk about work. Danny: God, yeah. [ THEY LAUGH ] Clara: Though, do you take Courtney for anything? [ HE LAUGHS ] Danny: Are you serious? Clara: She said she couldn't concentrate on her work, because my face was too wide. Danny: Wide? Clara: I could kll that girl some days. Danny: Me too. Clara: And from you, that means something. Danny: Sorry? I dug twenty three wells. Clara: I'm sorry? Danny: Twenty three wells. When I was a soldier. Twenty three. Clara: Okay. Good. Good wells. Danny: Yeah, they were good, actually. Clara: I'm not doubting the quality of your wells. Danny: Whole villages saved. Actual towns full of people. People I didn't sht. People I kept safe. Clara: Okay. Point taken. Seriously. Danny: So why doesn't that ever get mentioned? Clara: I'm sorry I didn't mention your twenty three wells. Waiter: Excuse me? Clara: Sorry. Waiter: Er, water for the table? Clara: Don't you worry. He'll probably dig for it. [ HE LAUGHS ] Danny: Sorry. Clara: It's okay. Danny: Sensitive subject. Clara: Yes. Can slightly see that. Danny: Sometimes people like you get the wrong end of the stick. Clara: People like me? Danny: I wasn't making assumptions about you. Clara: That really is exactly what you were doing. Danny: You were making assumptions about me. Clara: I made a joke. Danny: A not-funny joke. Clara: Yeah, well, do you know what I'm making now? Danny: A fuss? Clara: An exit. [ SHE SIGHS ] [Clara's Room] The Doctor: You just have to squeeze through. Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: Why do you have three mirrors? Why don't you just turn your head? Clara: What are you doing in here? The Doctor: You said you had a date. I thought I'd better hide in the bedroom in case you brought him home. Bit early, aren't you? Did it all go wrong, or is this good by your standards? Clara: It was a disaster and I am extremely upset about it, since you didn't ask. The Doctor: Fine. I need you, for a thing. Clara: I can't. The Doctor: Oh, of course you can. Come on, you're free. More than usually free, in fact. Clara: No, it's just possible that I might get a phone call. The Doctor: From the date guy? It's too late. You've taken your make-up off. Clara: No, I haven't. I'm still wearing my make-up. The Doctor: Oh, right. Well, you probably just missed a bit. Come on, come on, come on, come on. [TARDIS] Clara: I haven't actually said yes. The Doctor: Yes, you know sometimes when you talk to yourself, what if you're not? Clara: Not what? The Doctor: What if it's not you you're talking to? Proposition. What if no one is ever really alone? What if every single living being has a companion, a silent passenger, a shadow? What if the prickle on the back of your neck, is the breath of something close behind you? Clara: How long have you been travelling alone? The Doctor: Perhaps I never have. Clara: It looks like your handwriting. The Doctor: Well, I couldn't have written it and forgotten, could I? Clara: Have you met you? What's all this? The Doctor: Dreams. Accounts of dreams, by different people, all through history. You see, I have a theory. Clara: I'll bet you have. What theory? The Doctor: I think everybody, at some point in their lives, has the exact same nightmare. You wake up, or you think you do, and there's someone in the dark, someone close, or you think there might be. [ GASPING ] The Doctor: So you sit up, and turn on the light. And the room looks different at night. It ticks and creaks and breathes. And you tell yourself there's nobody there, nobody watching, nobody listening, nobody there at all... [ WIND WHISTLES ] and you very nearly believe it. You really, really, try and then... [ HISSING GASPING ] The Doctor: There are accounts of that dream throughout human history. Time and time again, the same dream. Now, there is a very obvious question I'm about to ask you. Do you know what it is? Clara: Have you had that dream? The Doctor: Exactly. Clara: No, that was me asking you. Have you had that dream? The Doctor: I asked first. Clara: No, I did. The Doctor: You really didn't. Clara: Okay, yeah, probably. Yes. But everyone dreams about something under the bed. The Doctor: Why? Just hold on tight. If anything bites, let it. Clara: What is it? The Doctor: TARDIS telepathic interface. You are now in mental contact with the TARDIS, so don't think anything rude. Clara: Why not? The Doctor: It might end up on all of the screens. The TARDIS is extrapolating your entire timeline, from the moment of your birth, to the moment of your death. Clara: Which I do not need a preview of. The Doctor: I'm turning off the safeguards and navigation, slaving the TARDIS to you. Focus on the dream. Focus on the details. Picture them, feel them. The TARDIS will track on your subconscious and extract the relevant information. It should be able to home in on the moment in your timeline when you first had that dream. And then, we'll see. Clara: What will we see? The Doctor: What's under your bed. [ METALLIC THRUMMING ] Clara: Ooo! The Doctor: Okay, now don't get distracted. Remember, you are flying a time machine. [ METALLIC THRUMMING PHONE RINGS ] The Doctor: No, no. Don't you dare. No, don't. Don't, don't. Just ignore it. Okay, that's good. That worked. We're here. Clara: Sorry, I think I got distracted. The Doctor: No, no, no, no, no. The date's fine. Come on. Clara: Come on where? The Doctor: Your childhood. [ SHE GROANS ] [Ext. Night] The Doctor: The West Country Children's Home. Gloucester. By the ozone level and the drains, mid-nineties. You must have been here when you had the dream. Clara: Never been to Gloucester in my life, and I've never lived in a children's home. The Doctor: You've probably just forgotten. Have you seen the size of human brains? They're hilarious. Little you must be in here somewhere, with your little brain. Clara: Isn't it bad if I meet myself? The Doctor: It is potentially catastrophic. Clara: So why did you bring me out here? The Doctor: I was still talking. I needed someone to nod. Probably best for you to wait in the TARDIS. Clara: Doctor, I The Doctor: See you in a minute. TARDIS. Clara: Doctor. If I had have been distracted, what would have happened? The Doctor: We would probably have ended up in the wrong place. But don't think we have, because the time zone's right. I won't be long. Rupert: What are you doing down there? Clara: Nothing. Er, I'm just. What's your name? Rupert: Rupert. Clara: Oh. Okay. Hello, Rupert. Rupert: Rupert Pink. It's a stupid name. Clara: No, it isn't. I know somebody called Pink. Rupert: I meant Rupert. I'm going to change it. Clara: Why are you awake? Are you scared? [Children's Home] [ BUZZING DOOR OPENS TV IN BACKGROUND ] Reg: How did you get in? The Doctor: Your door must be faulty. Reg: An inspection? It's two in the morning. The Doctor: When better? Do you always work here nights? Reg: Most nights, yes. The Doctor: Do you ever end up talking to yourself? Reg: All the time. It's this place. You can't help it. The Doctor: What about your coffee? Reg: My coffee? The Doctor: Sometimes, do you put it down, and look round, and it's not there? Reg: Everybody does that. The Doctor: Yes. Everybody. [ TV GOES OFF ] The Doctor: Who turned your telly off? Reg: It does that. It just goes off. The Doctor: Hmm. [Rupert's] [ DOOR CREAKS ] Clara: Hello. Rupert: Hello. Clara: Nice room. You know, you should have more than one chair. What do you do when people come round? Rupert: Sit on the bed. Clara: Why aren't you sitting on it, then? Do you think that there's something underneath it? Hey, everyone thinks that, sometimes. That's just how people think at night. Rupert: Why? Clara: Did you have a dream? A hand grabbing your foot? You have, haven't you? You've had that exact dream. Rupert: How did you know? Clara: Do you know why dreams are called dreams? Rupert: Why? Clara: Because they're not real. If they were, they wouldn't need a name. Rupert: What are you doing? Clara: Do you know what's under there? Rupert: What? Clara: Me! Come on, It's perfectly safe. See? Nobody here, except us. Rupert: Sometimes I hear noises. Clara: It's a house full of people. Of course you hear noises. Rupert: They're all asleep. Clara: They're all dreaming. Rupert: Can you hear dreams? Clara: If you're clever enough. But they can't harm you. You know, sometimes we think there's something behind us. And the space under your bed is what's behind you at night. Simple as that. There's nothing to be afraid of. [ DOOR OPENS RUPERT GASPS ] Clara: (quietly) Who else is in this room? Rupert: (quietly) Nobody. Clara: (quietly) Someone must have come in. Rupert: (quietly) Nobody came in. [ CREAKING ] Clara: Hello? Who's this? This is a friend of yours playing a game. Playing a trick, are you, hey? A little trick on Rupert here? Okay. It's not funny this, you know. The Doctor: Where is he? Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: I can't find him. Can you find him? Clara: Find who? The Doctor: Wally. Clara: Wally? The Doctor: He's nowhere in this book. Rupert: It's not a Where's Wally one. The Doctor: Well, how would you know? Maybe you just haven't found him yet. Rupert: He's not in every book. The Doctor: Really? Well, that's a few years of my life I'll be needing back. Are you scared? The thing on the bed, whatever it is, look at it. Does it scare you? Rupert: Yes. The Doctor: Well, that's good. Want to know why that's good? Rupert: Why? The Doctor: Let me tell you about scared. Your heart is beating so hard, I can feel it through your hands. There's so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain, it's like rocket fuel. Right now, you could run faster and you could fight harder, you could jump higher than ever in your life. And you are so alert, it's like you can slow down time. What's wrong with scared? Scared is a superpower. It's your superpower. There is danger in this room and guess what? It's you. Do you feel it? Do you think he feels it? Do you think he's scared? Nah. Loser. Turn your back on him. Rupert: What? The Doctor: Yeah, turn your back on him. Come on. You too, Clara. Clara, your back, now. Do it. Just do it now. Turn your back. Do it now, turn your back. Lovely view out this window. Clara: Yeah. Come and see all the dark. The Doctor: The deep and lovely dark. We'd never see the stars without it. Now, there are two possibilities. Possibility one, it's just one of your friends standing there, and he's playing a joke on you. Possibility two, it isn't. Clara: So, plan? Plans are good. The Doctor: You on the bed, I'm talking to you now. Go in peace. We won't look. Just go. If all you want to do is stay hidden, it's okay. Just leave. [ RUPERT GASPS ] Clara: Is it gone? The Doctor: Don't look round. Not yet. Rupert: I can't hear anything. The Doctor: Don't look round. Look away! Look away now! Don't look at it! Don't look round. Don't look round. Don't look at the reflection. Rupert: What is it? The Doctor: Imagine a thing that must never be seen. What would it do if you saw it? Rupert: I don't know. The Doctor: Neither do I. Close your eyes. Rupert: What? The Doctor: Close your eyes. You too, Clara. Give it what it wants. Prove to it that you're not going to look at it. Make a promise. A promise you're never going to look at it. Rupert: I promise never to look. The Doctor: The breath on the back of your neck, like your hair's standing on end. That means, don't look round. [ DOOR SLAMS ] Clara: Gone. The Doctor: Gone. Rupert: He took my bedspread. The Doctor: Oh, the human race. You're never happy, are you? Rupert: Am I safe now? The Doctor: Nobody's safe, especially not at night in the dark, Anything can get you. And all the way up here, you're up here all alone. What was that for? Clara: Shut up, leave this to me. These yours? Rupert: They're the home's. Clara: They're yours now. The Doctor: People don't need to be lied to. Clara: People don't need to be scared by a big gray-haired stick insect, but here you are. Stay still, shut up. See what I'm doing? This is your army. The Doctor: Plastic army. Clara: Sit! And they're going to guard under your bed. You see this one? This is the boss one, the colonel. He's going to keep a special eye out. Rupert: It's broken, that one. It doesn't have a gn. Clara: That's why he's the boss. A soldier so brave he doesn't need a gn. He can keep the whole world safe. What shall we call him? Rupert: Dan. Clara: Sorry? Rupert: Dan, the soldier man. That's what I call him. Clara: Good. Good name. Rupert: Yeah. Would you read me a story? It'll help me get to sleep. Clara: Sure. The Doctor: Once upon a time. The end. Dad skills. [TARDIS] Clara: So is it possible we've just saved that kid from another kid in a bedspread? The Doctor: Entirely possible, yes. The bigger question is, why did we end up with him, and not you? Clara: I got distracted. The Doctor: But why that particular boy? You don't have any. You don't have any kind of connection with him, do you? Clara: No. No, no, no. Of course not. Why do you ask? The Doctor: The TARDIS was slaved to your timeline. Theoretically, there should have been some connection. Clara: Will er, will he remember any of that? The Doctor: Scrambled his memory. Gave him a big old dream about being Dan the soldier man. [ SHE SIGHS SHE SOBS ] The Doctor: Are you okay? Clara: Doctor, I am sorry to ask, and, you know, I realise this is probably against the laws of time, or summat. Er, could you do me a favour? [Ext. Restaurant] Clara: Is that what I look like from the back? The Doctor: It's fine. Clara: I was thinking it was good. The Doctor: Really? [ TRAFFIC IN BACKGROUND LAUGHTER AND CHATTER ] [Restaurant] Clara: Sorry. Danny: Hey. Clara: Hello. I'm Clara Oswald. I'm a bit tricky, sometimes a bit up myself, and I do not like my surname, but I think that's basically everything you need to worry about. Danny: Hello, I'm. I'm sorry Clara: Also, I mouth off when I'm nervous and I've got a mouth on me. Seriously, it's got a mind of its own. I'm really worried it wants to go solo. Danny: I don't know what to say. Clara: Don't say anything. Or say something nice. Danny: I like your name. Clara: It's a start. Danny: Oswald. It suits you. Clara: Drifting now. Danny: Yeah, it's better than Pink. Clara: No, Pink, Pink is nice. I like pink. Danny: You can have it. Clara: Ooo, a bold offer, Mister Pink. Danny: I meant. You, no Clara: I know, I know. Danny: Why can't I speak today? Clara: It's that foot you're keeping in your mouth. Danny: Is that where I put it? Clara: Anyway. Clara Pink. Too much. Danny: Yeah, it is a bit much. Clara: Mind you, Rupert Pink. [ GLASS DROPS IN THE BACKGROUND ] Danny: Sorry? Clara: Er, ha, ha. Rupert Pink. It's not good. Danny: Rupert? Clara: Yeah. That was your name, yeah? Danny: Who told you that? Clara: Er, someone in the school. [ SHE CLICKS HER TONGUE ] Danny: No, I haven't used that name for years. Clara: I cannot remember who it was. Danny: Are you making fun of me? Clara: No. No, no, no. No way. Danny: Is this a joke? Clara: Danny, nothing about this is any kind of joke. [ DOOR CREAKS ] Danny: Where's your coat? Clara: My what? Danny: You put your coat on when you left. Clara: Er, I'm really sorry. Danny. There is something I should probably be honest about. Danny: How about everything? Clara: Everything, in my case, is actually quite a lot. Danny: Well, that's weird. Clara: No, no, no, it's not weird. Not really Where are you going? Danny: I don't do weird. Clara: Don't go. Danny: Then do something for me, Tell me the truth, because I know when people are lying to me. However weird this thing may be, just tell me the truth. Clara: It's not weird... Exactly. Danny: I've had enough. [ SHE SIGHS ] [TARDIS] Clara: I am trying to have a date. A real life, inter-human actual date! It's a normal nice, everyday, meeting-up sort of thing. And I would just like to know, is there any other way you can make this any more surreal than it already is? Orson: Hello. The Doctor: Ah, Clara! Well done, you found her. Now this is really a bit strange. Clara: Danny? The Doctor: What's gone wrong with your face? It's all eyes! Why are you all eyes? Get them under control. Orson: Er, who's Danny? The Doctor: This is Colonel Orson Pink, from about a hundred years in your future. Clara: Orson Pink? The Doctor: Yeah, I laughed too. Sorry. Do you have any connection with him? Clara: Connection? The Doctor: Yes, maybe you're like a distant relative or something? Clara: How, how would I know? The Doctor: Right. Okay. (to Orson) Er, well, do you have any old family photographs of her? You know, probably quite old and really fat-looking? Orson: I don't. Clara: How did you find him? The Doctor: Well, you left a trace in the TARDIS telepathic circuits. I fired them up again and the TARDIS brought me straight to him. So he is something to do with your timeline. Clara: Okay. The Doctor: And you'll never guess where I found him. [Capsule] Clara: Where are we? The Doctor: The end of the road. This is it, the end of everything. The last planet. Clara: The end of the universe? The Doctor: The TARDIS isn't supposed to come this far, but some idiot turned the safeguards off. Listen! [ SILENCE ] Clara: To what? The Doctor: Nothing. There's nothing to hear. There's nothing anywhere. Not a breath, not a slither, not a click or a tick. All the clocks have stopped. This is the silence at the end of time. Clara: Then how did he get here? If he's from a hundred years in my future The Doctor: Pioneer time traveller. Rode the first of the great time shts. They were supposed to fre him into the middle of the next week. Clara: What happened? The Doctor: He went a bit far. Clara: A bit? The Doctor: A big bit. Look at him now. Robinson Crusoe at the end of time itself. The last man standing in the universe. I always thought that would be me. Clara: It's not a competition. The Doctor: I know it's not a competition. Course it isn't. Still time, though. Clara: He looks like he's packing. The Doctor: He's been stranded for six months, just met a time traveller. Of course he's packing. Orson: You can do it, then? You can get me home? The Doctor: I just showed you, didn't I? A test flight to a restaurant. Orson: Yes, but to my family, to my own time? The Doctor: Easy. I can do that, can't I, Clara? Clara: He can, yes. Orson: Is everything okay? Clara: Yeah, fine. I'm fine. Orson: Do I know you? Clara: No. Nope. The Doctor: Is she doing the all eyes thing? It's because her face is so wide. She needs three mirrors. Clara: Doctor. The Doctor: We can't leave immediately, though. The TARDIS needs to recharge. Clara: Sorry. What? The Doctor: Overnight, that should do it, shouldn't it, Clara? Orson: Overnight? The Doctor: One more night. That's, that's not a problem, is it? Orson: No. No, no problem. The Doctor: It's a shame, isn't it? Orson: What's a shame? The Doctor: There's only three people left in the universe, and you're lying to the other two. It was the first thing I noticed when I stepped in here. You must have seen it, too, Clara. You've got eyes out to here. Clara: Seen what? The Doctor: The universe is dad. Everything that ever was is dad and gone. There's nothing beyond this door but nothingness for ever. So why is it locked? Orson: Please, don't make me spend another night here. The Doctor: Afraid of the dark? But the dark is empty now. Orson: No. No, it isn't. [TARDIS] Clara: You'll be safe in here. Nothing gets through those doors, I promise. Orson: And you two are going to wait out there? Clara: That would seem to be the plan. Wait for what exactly? Orson: Why can't we just leave? Clara: Like he said, it's recharging. Orson: You didn't look like you believed him. Clara: That's just how my face looks when he talks. Orson: It's just a silly toy thing. A family heirloom, supposed to bring good luck. Clara: Right. Yes. Didn't do a very good job, did it? Orson: It did. You're here, aren't you? What were the chances of you two finding me? Clara: Orson, do me a favour. Take my advice. When you get home, stay away from time travel. Orson: It runs in the family. Clara: What? Sorry, what do you mean, runs in the family? Orson: Nothing. It's just silly stories one of my grandparents. well, great-grandparents Clara: What is it? Tell me. You asked if you knew me. It's a family heirloom? Orson: Yeah. [Capsule] Clara: What are we doing? The Doctor: Waiting. Clara: For what? For who? If everybody in the universe is dad, then there's nobody out there. The Doctor: That's one way of looking at it. Clara: What's the other? The Doctor: That's a hell of a lot of ghosts. Clara: Do you have your own mood lighting now? Because, frankly, the accent is enough. [ CREAKING ] Clara: Where did that come from? The Doctor: It's always been there. It's only visible in the night lights. Clara: But who wrote it? The Doctor: Colonel Pink. Apparently, at night, he needs a reminder. Six months stranded alone, I suppose it must be tempting. Clara: What is? The Doctor: Company. [ CREAKING ] Clara: What's that? The Doctor: What kind of explanation would you like? Clara: A reassuring one? The Doctor: Well, the systems are switching to low power. There are temperature differentials all over this ship. It's like pipes banging when the heating goes off. Clara: Always thought there was something in the pipes. The Doctor: Me, too. Who were you having dinner with? Clara: Are you making conversation? The Doctor: I thought that I would give it a try. Clara: I told you. A date. The Doctor: Serious? Clara: It's a date. The Doctor: A serious date? Clara: Do I have to bring him to you for approval? The Doctor: Well, I would like to know about his prospects. If you like, I can pop ahead and check them out. Clara: Frankly, you've already done enough. [ SCREECH ] The Doctor: Atmospheric pressure equalising Clara: Or? The Doctor: Company. Clara: Why are we doing this? Why don't we just go? The Doctor: Because I need to know. Clara: Why? About what? The Doctor: Suppose that there are creatures that live to hide. That only show themselves to the very young or the very old, or the mad, or anyone who wouldn't be believed. Clara: Okay, so... The Doctor: What would those creatures do when everyone was gone? When there was only one man left standing in the universe? [ METALLIC KNOCKING ] Clara: What's that? The Doctor: Potentially, the hull cooling. Clara: Potentially? The Doctor: Believably. [ KNOCKS AGAIN ] The Doctor: Someone knocking. Yes. [ KNOCKING CONTINUES ] Clara: Doctor, you don't actually believe all this, do you? Hiding creatures, things from under the bed. The Doctor: What's that in the mirror, or the corner of your eye? What's that footstep following, but never passing by? [ KNOCKING AGAIN ] Clara: Did we come to the end of the universe because of a nursery rhyme? [ KNOCKING INTENSIFIES ] Clara: That's you turning it, right? The Doctor: No. Get in the TARDIS. Clara: Why? The Doctor: I have to know. Clara: Doctor. Doctor The Doctor: The TARDIS, now! Clara: Okay, okay. Somebody is out there. Now we know, we can leave. Oh, Doctor! The Doctor: It's a pressure lock. Releasing it could've triggered the opening mechanism. Clara: Is there even an atmosphere out there? The Doctor: There is an air shell round the ship. Why are you still here? Clara: Because I am not going to leave you in danger! The Doctor: Then you will never travel with me again, because that is the deal! TARDIS, now! Do as you are told! Clara: You're an idiot. The Doctor: I know. [TARDIS] Orson: What's happening? Clara: He's opening the door. [Capsule] The Doctor: Perhaps they're all just waiting, perhaps when we're all dad, out they'll come a-slithering from underneath the bed. [TARDIS] Clara: Oh, no, no, no, not now, come on! Oh! Always when it's important! [ THUMPING ] Clara: What's happening? [ BEEPING ] Clara: What's that? Orson: The alarm. The air shell's breached. Stay here. Clara: Is he okay? Orson: He's out cold. He'll be fine, though. Clara: Something ht him. Orson: Everything was flying out of that door. Clara: Could've been that. Orson: Yeah. Clara: What was out there? What were you so afraid of? Orson: I've been here a long time. My own shadow, probably. Clara: Yeah. [ SUDDEN RUMBLING ] Orson: That's probably just the rest of the air escaping. Clara: You say probably a lot. [ BANGING ] Orson: We are safe? Nothing can get in here, right? Clara: Probably. [ HISSING ] Orson: Have you got a plan? Clara: Telepathic circuits. I left a trace in them before. Orson: So? Clara: So apparently, that can do a thing. Orson: What, that's your plan? Clara: It's not a plan, it's a thing. (quietly) Okay. Come on, come on, you can do it! [ HE GASPS ] Clara: Come on! Sorry. [ RUMBLING ] Clara: Here we go! Come on. Come on! [ METALLIC THRUMMING ] Clara: Come on. Come on! [ THRUMMING STOPS ] Orson: Is that it? Clara: I don't know. I think so. Orson: Where are we? Clara: Somewhere else. I hope. No, no, no, you stay and look after the Doctor. Orson: You can't go out there by yourself. Clara: Thing is, my timeline, it keeps on. Orson, you don't want to meet yourself. It's really embarrassing. [Barn] [ DOOR CREAKS SOBBING SOBBING CONTINUES SOBBING CONTINUES ] Clara: Rupert? [ SOBBING CONTINUES ] Clara: Orson? [ SOBBING CONTINUES DOOR OPENS ] Man: Why does he have to sleep out here? Woman: He doesn't want the others to hear him crying. Man: Why does he have to cry all the time? Woman: You know why. Man: There'll be no crying in the army. Woman: Hush. Man: Don't pretend you're not awake. We're not idiots. Woman: Come and sleep in the house. You don't have to be alone. If you can hear me, you're very welcome in the house, with the other boys. I'll leave the door on the latch. Come in any time. Man: He can't just run away crying all the time if he wants to join the army. Woman: He doesn't want to join the army. I keep telling you. Man: Well, he's not going to the Academy, is he, that boy? He'll never make a Time Lord. [TARDIS] The Doctor: Sontarans! Perverting the course of human history! Orson: (quietly) Doctor? The Doctor: You're confusing me. What? Shut up, shut up. Where's Clara? [Barn] The Doctor (O.C.): Clara! Clara! Boy: Hello? Who's there? Hello? Clara: It's okay. This is just a dream. Just lie back again. Just lie back on the bed. It will all be okay if you just lie down and go to sleep. Just do that for me. Just sleep. [ SOBBING ] Clara: Listen... [TARDIS] Orson: What happened? What did you see? What's out there? Clara: What if there was nothing? What if there never was anything? Nothing under the bed, nothing at the door. What if the big bad Time Lord doesn't want to admit he's just afraid of the dark. The Doctor: Where are we? Have we moved? Where have we landed? Clara: Don't look where we are. Take off, and promise me you will never look where we've been. The Doctor: Why? Clara: Just take off. Don't ask questions. The Doctor: I don't take orders, Clara. Clara: Do as you're told. [ METALLIC THRUMMING ] Clara (O.C.): Listen... [Barn] Clara: This is just a dream. But very clever people can hear dreams. So, please, just listen. I know you're afraid, but being afraid is all right. Because didn't anybody ever tell you? Fear is a superpower. Fear can make you faster and cleverer and stronger. And one day, you're going to come back to this barn. And on that day you're going to be very afraid indeed. But that's okay. Because if you're very wise and very strong, fear doesn't have to make you cruel or cowardly. [TARDIS] Clara (O.C.): Fear can make you kind. The Doctor: No, no. Not the hugging. No, no, no. I'm against the hugging. Please. [ DOORBELL RINGS ] [Danny's] Danny: I am so Clara: I know. [Barn] Clara: It doesn't matter if there's nothing under the bed or in the dark, so long as you know it's okay to be afraid of it. [Danny's] Danny: And I just get nervous. Clara: Me too. Danny: I don't even know what I'm nervous of. Clara (O.C.): I'll show you. So, listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this. [Barn] Clara: You're always going to be afraid, even if you learn to hide it. Fear is like a companion. A constant companion, always there. But that's okay, because fear can bring us together. Fear can bring you home. I'm going to leave you something, just so you'll always remember, fear makes companions of us all.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x04 - Listen"}	foreverdreaming
[ INT. Clara's place ] The Doctor: The Satanic Nebula! The Doctor: Or...the lagoon of lost stars... or we could go... to Brighton! I've got a whole day worked out. Clara: Sorry, but as you can see, I've got plans. The Doctor: Have you? Clara: Look at me. The Doctor: Yeah, OK. Clara: No, no, no. No. Look at me. The Doctor: Yep, looking. Clara: Seriously? The Doctor: Why is your face all coloured in? [ INT. class ] Danny: 7.15. Meeting me. You are. Date. Second one. Clara: Got the words out. Not in the right order, but, hey... maths teacher! Both: Out. [ INT. Clara's place ] The Doctor: Are you taller? Clara: Heels. The Doctor: What, do you have to reach a high shelf? Clara: Right, got to go. Going to be late. The Doctor: For a shelf? Clara: Bye! [ PHONE RINGS ] Clara: There you go, you've got another playmate. The Doctor: Hardly anyone in the universe has that number. Clara: Well, I've got it. The Doctor: Yes, from some woman in a shop. We still don't know who that was. Clara: Is that her now? The Doctor: There are very few people that it could be. [ PHONE CONTINUES TO RING ] Clara: Don't. The Doctor: Why not? Clara: Because, if you answer it, something will happen. The Doctor: What? Clara: A thing. The Doctor: Huh. It's just a phone, Clara. Nothing happens when you answer the phone. [ INT. room ] [ THE DOCTOR SCREAMS ] [ CLARA SCREAMS ] Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: Don't touch it. Clara: Where are we? How did we get here? Psi: Who are you? Sorry, what's going on? I don't understand. Saibra: Argh! What is that thing? The Doctor: It's a memory worm. Clara: What happened to your face? The Doctor: Deletes your memories. Clara: Did you see her face? Saibra: How did I get here? The Doctor: The same way we all did, but we've all forgotten. Saibra: And who are you? The Doctor (O.C.): I am the Doctor, a Time Lord from Gallifrey. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will. Clara (O.C.): I am Clara Oswald, human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will. Do I really have to touch that worm thing? The Doctor (O.C.): Yes, you do. And change your shoes. You're next, Psi. Psi (O.C.): I am Psi- augmented human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will. Saibra (O.C.): I am Saibra, mutant human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will. [ BEEP ] [ WHIRRING ] Architect (O.C.): This is a recorded message. I am the Architect. Your last memory is of receiving a contact from an unknown agency. Me. Everything since has been erased from your minds. Now, pay close attention to this briefing. Architect (O.C.): This is the Bank of Karabraxos, the most secure bank in the galaxy. A fortress for the super-rich. If you can afford your own star system, this is where you keep it. No one sets foot on the planet without protocols. All movement is monitored, all air consumption regulated. DNA is authenticated at every stage. Intruders will be incinerated. Architect (O.C.): Each vault, buried deep in the earth, is accessed by a drop-slot at the planet's surface. It's atomically sealed, an unbreakable lock. The atoms have all been scrambled. Your presence on this planet is unauthorised. A team will have been despatched to terminate you. Guard (O.C.): This is bank security. Open up. Architect (O.C.): Your survival depends on following my instructions. Guard (O.C.): Open up and you shall be humanely disposed of. Saibra: There's another exit. Architect (O.C.): All the information you need is in this case. The Doctor: What are you doing? Psi: Downloading. The Doctor: Ah. Augmented. Nice. Architect (O.C.): The Bank of Karabraxos is impregnable. Guard (O.C.): Please stand away from the door. We do not wish to hurt you before incineration. Architect (O.C.): The Bank of Karabraxos has never been breached. You will rob the Bank of Karabraxos. [ INT. office ] Delphox: Report. Guard (O.C.): Sorry, hello? Who is this? Delphox: This is Ms Delphox, Head of Bank Security. I sent you to investigate an off-world intruder. Guard (O.C.): Did you? I was wondering what we're doing here. [ INT. room ] Guard: We found these amazing worms [ WORM SQUEAKS ] [ INT. Teller's room ] [ SHE EXHALES ] Delphox: Unwelcome guests. We're going to need the Teller. Delphox: Are you hungry, boy? [ INT. corridor ] The Doctor: OK, OK, OK. Stop, stop, stop. Far enough. Augmented human. Computer augmented, yes? Mainframe in your head? Psi: I'm a gamer. Sorry, who put you in charge? The Doctor: You're a liar. That's a prison code on your neck. Psi: I'm a hacker slash bank robber. The Doctor: Good. This is a good day to be a bank robber. Mutant human. What kind of mutant? Saibra: Like he says, why are you in charge now? The Doctor: It's my special power - what's yours? Saibra: I touch living cells, I can replicate the owner. Clara: Your face, when we first saw you Saibra: I touched the worm. Clara: You can replicate their clothes too? Saibra: I wear a hologram shell. The Doctor: Human cells. DNA from a customer, maybe? A disguise to get us in? Clara: We're actually going to do it? Rob the bank? The Doctor: I don't think we have a choice; we've already agreed to. [ EXT. Bank ] The Doctor: How long can you maintain the image for? Porrima: For as long as I like. [ INT. Bank ] The Doctor: Question one. Robbing banks is easy if you've got a TARDIS. So why am I not using it? Clara: Question two, where is the TARDIS? The Doctor: OK, that probably should be question one. [ ALARM BLARES ] Computer: Banking floor locking down. Porrima: They know we're here. Computer: Banking floor locking down. [ HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ] Porrima: What is that? The Doctor: I don't know. Hate not knowing. Delphox: Excuse me, sir. I regret to say that your guilt has been detected. Customer: What? That, that's totally ridiculous. Delphox: Is it, sir? Well then, we will certainly double-check. The Teller will now scan your thoughts for any criminal intent. Good luck, sir. [ HIGH-PITCHED TONE ] The Doctor: Interesting. Psi: What is? The Doctor: The latest thing in sniffer dogs. Telepathic; it hunts guilt. Clara: What about our guilt? The Doctor: Currently being drowned out. [ MAN GROANS ] Clara: What's he doing? The Doctor: If he has a plan, he's trying not to think of it. Psi: Ever tried not thinking about something? Clara: No. Porrima: You may have to. [ MAN GROANS ] Delphox: Ah, criminal intent detected. How naughty. What was your plan? Counterfeit currency in your briefcase, perhaps? Customer: No, not at all. For God's sake. Delphox: It doesn't really matter, we'll establish the details later. The Teller is never wrong when it comes to guilt. Your account will now be deleted, and obviously your mind. Suppertime. [ PIERCING WHINE ] [ HE GROANS ] The Doctor: It's wiping his mind. Turning his brain into soup. Delphox: Your next of kin will be informed, and incarcerated, as further inducement to honest financial transactions. [ HE SCREAMS ] Clara: We've got to help him. The Doctor: He's gone already. It's over. Clara: He's in agony, look at him. The Doctor: Those aren't tears, Clara. That's soup. [ WHINE STOPS ] Delphox: Account closed. Take him away. He's ready for his close-up. Delphox: Apologies for the disturbance. Everyone have a lovely day. [ INT. Bank - Deposit Booth ] [ BEEP ] Computer: Deposit booth locking. Please exhale. Your valuables will be transported up from the vault. Psi: If he can break in here and plant this thing, then why does he need our help? The Doctor: Depends what the thing is. The Doctor: OK, well, I'm no expert, but fuses, timer. I'm going to stick my neck out and say bmb. Bank schematic. Now. [ BEEPING ] [ INT. office ] Delphox: So, the man we captured on the banking floor wasn't the target. Guard: Four visitors just entered a safety-deposit box. Delphox: The greatest bank in the galaxy. Our reputation must remain secure. The Director will blame us. We'll be fired: fired with pain. [ INT. Bank - Deposit Booth ] The Doctor: The floor below is all service corridors, the veins and arteries of the bank. [ BEEPING ] The Doctor: He wants us to blow through the floor. Saibra: Well, we'll die if we do that. The Doctor: Well, not necessarily. There must be a plan. Clara: What if the plan is, we're blwing up the floor for someone else? What if we're not supposed to make it out alive? The Doctor: Oh, don't be so pessimistic. It'll affect team morale. Saibra: What, and getting us blown up won't? The Doctor: Well, only very, very briefly. Psi: Er, no. No way. You can do you what you like. I'm going to take my chances out there. Clara: Psi. Psi: No, no, no. This guy, your mate, is a lunatic. The Doctor: What do you want, Psi, more than anything else? Whatever it is, it's in this bank. You agreed to rob the most impregnable bank in history. You must have had a very good reason. We all must have. Picture the thing you want most in the universe, and decide how badly you want it. Well? Psi: Still don't understand why you're in charge. The Doctor: Basically, it's the eyebrows. [ BEEPING ] [ PULSATING ] [ RAPID BEEPING ] [ BEEPING INTENSIFIES ] [ BEEPING STOPS ] The Doctor: Nice. Dimensional shift bmb. Sends the particles to a different plane. Come on then, Team Not dad. [ INT. Bank - outside Deposit Booth ] Guard: Open up. [ INT. Cellar ] Saibra: Well, so, what are we supposed to do now? What's the plan? The Doctor: I don't know. The Architect set all this up. It should make sense. My personal plan is that a thing will probably happen quite soon. Saibra: Ah, so that's it. That's your plan? The Doctor: Yep. Saibra: A thing will happen? The Doctor: A thing. Probably. Clara: Hey, Psi. Clara: Doctor. The Doctor: There you go. Thing time. Clara: How does he get the cases here? The Doctor: By breaking into the bank in advance of breaking into the bank. Clara: Well, how did he do that? And if he can do that, why does he need us? The Doctor: Not our problem. Psi: Well, what is our prob-prob-prob-prob-pr? Clara: You OK? Psi: Drive glitch. It's fine. The Doctor: Guilt is our problem. Guilt, in this bank, is fatal. The Teller can hear it. Ever since that first case was opened, we've been targets. The more we know about why we're here, the louder our guilt screams. That's why we wiped our memories. For our own safety. Now, once I open this, I can't close it again. Psi: Would it be safer if only one of us learned it? The Doctor: I'm waiting for you to volunteer. Psi: Er, why me? The Doctor: Because you didn't need that memory worm, did you? You're half-computer. You can perform a manual delete. You can clear your thoughts. Psi: OK. [ BUTTON BEEPS ] Psi: I don't know what it is. You may as well have a look. Well, what are they? The Doctor: Not a clue. Saibra: Hmm, interesting. The Doctor: What is? Saibra: You're lying. Psi: Er, why would he be lyi-lyi-lyi-lying? Ugh. Sorry. Stress. Drains the batteries. The Doctor: Interface with this. Saibra: Do we have time for this? The Doctor: Well, why not? There's no immediate thrat. [ ALARM BLARES ] Computer: Warning. Intruders detected. The Doctor: I should stop saying things like that. Computer: Intruders detected. The Doctor: Clara, you stay with Psi. Saibra, let's go and investigate. Computer: Intru... [ BEEPING AND WHIRRING ] Psi: Oh-h! Storm dust. Clara: You can delete your memories? Psi: Yeah, it's not as fun as it sounds. Clara: I've got a few I wish I could lose. Psi: And I lost a few I wish I hadn't. No, I was, I was interrogated in prison. And I guess I panicked. I didn't want to be a risk to the people close to me, so Clara: You deleted your friends? Psi: My friends, anyone who ever helped me, my family. Clara: Your family? Psi: Of course my family. Clara: How could you do that? Psi: Well, I don't know. [ HE SIGHS ] I suppose I must have loved them. [ INT. corridor ] The Doctor: Aren't you going to ask me? Saibra: Why did you lie? Those hardware things, you know what they are. The Doctor: Exit strategy of sorts. How did you know I was lying? Saibra: I've had a lot of faces, I find them easy to read. The Doctor: Quite a gift. Saibra: Gift? The Doctor: It got us in here. Saibra: Mutant gene. No one can touch me. If they do, I transform. Touch me, Doctor, and you'll be looking at yourself. I am alone. The Doctor: Why? Saibra: Could you trust someone who looked back at you out of your own eyes? [ MUFFLED GROAN ] [ GROANING CONTINUES ] [ RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACH ] Clara: Oh, my God. Why is he even still alive? The Doctor: I don't know. But someone is watching. Psi: Doctor. However this goes, whatever happens, don't let me end up like that. [ ALARM BLARES ] Computer: Intruders on the service level. Intruders on the service level. The Doctor: Now this says place to hide. [ INT. Teller's room ] Saibra: Where are we? [ HISSING ] The Doctor: Nobody move. Nobody say a word. It's cocooned. Forced hibernation. Its power is probably dormant. [ SHOUTING OUTSIDE] The Doctor: Clara. It's locked on to you. It may still be asleep. Don't wake it. Clara: OK. How do I not do that? The Doctor: Keep your mind blank. Block everything. Once it locks onto your thoughts, it won't let go. [ LOW GROWLING ] [ HIGH-PITCHED WHINE ] The Doctor: It's waking up. Keep blocking your thoughts, Clara. Don't think. Psi: This way. Saibra: Oh. Psi: Saibra! Clara: She's still in there. How do we get her out? The Doctor: It's scanning her brain. Psi: Then what? The Doctor: Soup. Clara: Then help her! [ SHE WINCES ] The Doctor: Saibra! Saibra: What should I do? How can I get away? The Doctor: It's rooting through your brain. It's tasting all the secrets stashed inside. Any moment now, it will finish its sweep and start feasting on what's left. Saibra: And then I become one of those things we saw sitting in a cage? The Doctor: Yes. Saibra: Can you not get me out? The Doctor: I'm sorry. I don't know how, once it's locked onto your thoughts. Saibra: Exit strategy. That means what I think it means, right? The Doctor: Atomic shredder. Saibra: Painless? The Doctor: And instant. Saibra: When you meet the Architect, promise me something. kll him. The Doctor: I hate him, but I can't make that promise. Saibra: A good man... I left it late to meet one of those. [ SHE SCREAMS ] [ GROWLING ] [ ROARING ] [ INT. Bank - outside Vault ] The Doctor: Right, vault. That's clear. What's not clear is what we do now. Clara: Hey. You OK? The Doctor: No, I'm an amnesiac robbing a bank. Why would I be OK? Clara: Because Saibra... The Doctor: What? Saibra is dad, we are alive. Prioritise if you want to stay that way. Psi: Oh, is that why you call yourself the Doctor? The professional detachment. The Doctor: Listen. When we're done here, by all means, you go and find yourself a shoulder to cry on. You'll probably need that. Till then, what you need is me. Clara: Underneath it all, he isn't really like that. Psi: It's very obvious that you've been with him for a while. Clara: Why? Psi: Because you are really good at the excuses. The Doctor: Another gift from the Architect. Shall we unwrap it? [ INT. Teller's room ] Delphox: The unbreakable bank. We must locate them. And Director Karabraxos must not know. When people get fired here, it's messy. Release the Teller into the tunnels. [ INT. Bank - outside Vault ] [ HE WINCES ] Psi: Right, the system looks like it's time-delayed. There are twenty four lock codes I need to break. [ GROWLING ] Clara: Doctor? It's coming. We're trapped. The Doctor: Psi, how long? Psi: As long as it takes. The Doctor: It's locked on to one of our thought trails. We have to split up, minimise the brain signals. Psi: What happened to your professional detachment, Doctor? Clara: No, no. Psi: In case it finds me. It's my choice. Clara: You don't use that, OK? Promise me. Psi: Time to run. [ INT. corridor ] The Doctor: Separate! [ HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ] [ INT. Bank - outside Vault ] Computer: Vault box opening. Vault box opening. 24, 23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17... [ INT. corridor ] [ SHE PANTS ] [ HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ] [ GROWLING ] The Doctor [ in mind ]: Keep your mind clear, Clara. Keep your mind blank. [ ROARING ] Clara: Argh. The Doctor: Clara! [ BEEPING] Psi (O.C.): Come on! Come and find me! Every thief and villain in one big cocktail. I am so guilty! Every famous burglar in history is hiding in this bank right now in one body. Come and feast! Clara? For what it's worth, and it might not be worth much, when your whole life flashes in front of you, you see people you love and people missing you. Well, I see no one. [ HIGH-PITCHED WHINE ] [ HE SCREAMS ] [ INT. Bank - outside Vault ] Computer: Three, two, one. Failed. Vault unlocking failed. [ SHE GRUNTS ] Clara: It's not opening. Psi... he died for nothing. [ SONIC SCREWDRIVER BUZZES ] The Doctor: Multiple locks. Last one still in place. The Doctor: Atomic seal. Unbreakable, even for me. The Architect would know that. He wouldn't bring us all this way for nothing. Clara: And get two people klled. The Doctor: Exactly. There must be some logic. Clara: Some logic? The Doctor: Come on, Architect. What else have you got? [ THUNDER RUMBLES ] [ INT. office ] Delphox: Report, please. What was the disturbance? [ INT. Bank ] Guard: Solar storm. Getting worse. Interfering with our systems. [ INT. Bank - outside Vault ] The Doctor: A storm. [ BEEPING ] The storm's tripping the system. That's what he's got, a storm. Clara: How would he know when a storm would ht? The Doctor (laughing): Of course. Stupid, stupid Doctor. Of course, of course. Clara: Of course, what? The Doctor: Whoever planned all this, they're in the future. This isn't just a bank heist, it's a time travel heist. We've been sent back in time to the exact moment of the storm, to be in exactly the right place when it hits, because that's the only time the bank is vulnerable. [ CLUNKING ] Computer: Vault unlocked. The Doctor: The bank is now open. Computer: Vault unlocked. The Doctor: Come on. [ INT. Bank - Vault ] The Doctor: It explains why we're not here in the TARDIS. Clara: Sorry, what? The Doctor: The solar disruption would have made navigation impossible. The one time the bank is vulnerable is the one time we can't just land. Clara: Doctor? The code. The code that was in the last case. Look. Tech. The Doctor: Technology. 251. Find it. Clara: Tech. The Doctor: It's a neophyte circuit. I've only ever seen one once before. It can reboot any system, replace any lost data. Clara: Psi. That's what he came for, his reward. The Doctor: So what did Saibra come for? The Doctor: Gene suppressant. Clara: She wanted to be normal. The Doctor: Everyone has a weakness. So the big question is this. What did we come for? Clara: PV. The Doctor: Private vault. Karabraxos's own fortune? [ INT. office ] [ GROWLING ] Delphox: Intruders are most welcome. They remind us that the bank is impregnable. It's good for morale to have a few of you scattered about the place, preferably on view. Delphox: Are you ready for your close-up? If you're thinking of ways to escape, the Teller will know before you've even made a move. You'll never be bothered by all that thinking again. The Doctor: Useful species. Delphox: Last of its kind, and we've signed an exclusive deal. The Doctor: Must be noisy inside its head. Painful to listen to so much chatter, so many secrets. Must drive it wild. How can you force it to obey? Delphox: Oh, everything has a price tag, I think you'll find. [ THUNDER CRASHES ] Delphox: The storm's getting worse. The customers are leaving. Director Karabraxos will be concerned. Our jobs will be on the line. The Doctor: You're scared. Delphox: Oh, I'm terrified. I have the disadvantage of knowing Karabraxos personally. The Doctor: If you don't like your boss, why stay? Delphox: My face fits. Now if you'll excuse me, I must take the Teller to its hibernation. You two, dispose of our guests. The Doctor: Don't do this. I'm having a very bad day, and I do not want to be pushed around. Guard: You're wrong. The Doctor: Wrong? Guard: It's not that bad a day. And you're being very slow. The Doctor: Why are you undoing my handcuffs? The Doctor: Saibra? Psi: It looked like death. It was actually a teleporter. Clara: Oh, my God. Psi: Good, eh? You think we're dad, so the Teller thinks we're dad, and we play the creature at his own mind games. The Doctor: No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait. What? Sorry, sorry, what? You, you, you're, you're alive? Saibra: Yeah, we're alive. Look at us. We're all alive. The Doctor: No, no, no, no. Not dad. Alive. Psi: There's an escape ship in orbit. Takes you right there. Oh, and there's this big blue box. Is that yours? The Doctor: Well, this is good, I suppose. You'll be able to resume the mission. Gene suppressant. Antidote for your condition. The Doctor: Memory giver. All your yesterdays. The Doctor: There you go. Job done, paid in full. Clever old Architect. Saibra: Very clever. The Doctor: I still hate him. Saibra: Me too. Psi: How were you paid? The Doctor: I don't know. There's something in the private vault. [ INT. Cellar ] The Doctor: What's that? Psi: Supply line. It's the only oxygen down to the private vault. There's another one for water, for basic life support. Clara: What, for a private vault? The Doctor: Someone likes to hang out with their wealth. [ INT. Bank - Private Vault ] [ MUSIC PLAYS: Overture To The Abduction From The Seraglio ] The Doctor: Director Karabraxos? Excuse us, but we've come to rob you. So if you want to put your hands above your head, or Karabraxos: Or? You didn't bring any wapon. That's a bit of an oversight. Security, Karabraxos here. The Doctor: You're Karabraxos? Karabraxos: One moment. Delphox (on screen): Director Karabraxos, is there a problem? Karabraxos: Intruders in the private vault. Send me the Teller. I want to find out how they got in, and then I want to wipe their memories. The Doctor: She's a clone. Karabraxos: It's the only way to control my own security. I have a clone in every facility. Get on it right away. Delphox (on screen): Yes, of course. Karabraxos: And then hand in your credentials. You're fired, with immediate effect. Delphox (on screen): But please, I've been in your service Karabraxos: Ever since the last one let me down and I was forced to kll it. I can't quite believe that you're putting me through this again. Karabraxos: My clone. And yet she doesn't even protest. Pale imitation, really. Ha! I should sue. Clara: You're klling her? You just said Karabraxos: Fired? I put all of the used clones into the incinerator. Can't have to many of moi scattered around. Psi: Sorry, you don't get on with your own clone? The Doctor: She hates her own clones. She burns her own clones. Frankly, you're a career break for the right therapist. Shut up. Everybody, just, just shut up. Karabraxos: And what is this display now, as amusing as you are? The Doctor: Shut up. Just shut up, shut up, shut up, shutetty up up up. What, what did you say? What did you say? What did you say about your own eyes? De-shut up. Say it again. SAIBRA: How can you trust someone if they look back at you out of your own eyes? The Doctor: I know one thing about the Architect. What is it that I know about the Architect? I know one thing. Something that I've known from the very start. Clara: What? The Doctor: I hate him. He's overbearing, he's manipulative, he likes to think that he's very clever. I hate him! Clara, don't you see? The Doctor: I hate the Architect. Karabraxos: What in the name of sanity is going in this room now? The Doctor: We're getting sanity judgment from the self-burner. Do you mind if I borrow a little bit of paper? Karabraxos: And what are you doing now? The Doctor: I'm giving you my telephone number. Karabraxos: Why? The Doctor: Well, I thought you might like to call me someday. The Doctor: Sorry, I thought we were getting along famously. Am I, like, misreading the signals or something? [ THUNDER RUMBLES ] The Doctor: Oh, that was a big one, wasn't it? I think that your bank is about to close for good, Karabraxos. If I was you, I'd get going. Don't mind us, we'll just stay here and burn. [ ALARM BLARES ] [ SCREAMING ] The Doctor: Hard to know what to take. The greatest treasures of the universe in just one suitcase. [ THUNDER RUMBLES ] Clara: Doctor, what's the plan? Is there a plan? Saibra: We can use the shredders and get us back to the ship. The Doctor: They're not shredders, they're teleports, and that's not the most interesting thing about them. Saibra: So what is? The Doctor: There were six of them. Hey. Give me a call me some time. Computer: Doors opening. Karabraxos: You'll be dad. The Doctor: Yeah, you'll be old. We'll get on famously. You'll be old and full of regret for the things that you can't change. Computer: Doors closing. Psi: Doctor, what the hell is going on? Clara: Are you remembering? The Doctor: No, not a thing. But I'm understanding. Clara: What? What is it? What are you understanding? The Doctor: I'm not sure yet. I need my memory back. And I think there's only one way to do that. Clara: Which would be? The Doctor: Soup. Clara: Soup? [ LIFT DINGS ] [ GROWLING ] The Doctor: Hello, big man. Peckish? Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: No, no. Let it take me. Let it read me. It's the only way. Clara: It will kll you. The Doctor: What have I told you about pessimism? That's it, that's it. There are so many memories in here. Feast on them. Tuck in. Big scarf, bow tie, bit embarrassing. What do you think of the new look? I was hoping for minimalism, but I think I came up with magician. In the last few days, there's been a block. Can you see the block? Tell me why I'm here. Show me why I'm here. Show me! [ INT. Clara's place ] [ PHONE RINGS ] The Doctor: It's just a phone, Clara. Nothing happens when you answer the phone. [ INT. Clara's - Bedroom ] Karabraxos: Doctor? The Doctor: Hello? Karabraxos: You gave me this number. My name is Madame Karabraxos. I was once the wealthiest person in the Universe. I need your assistance. I'm dying, with many, many regrets. But one, perhaps, you may be able to help me with. [ INT. Clara's place ] The Doctor: It's a little detour. It's a, it's a job, I've got to do it for someone. Come on. [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: We need to rob a bank. Clara: What? The Doctor: Clara, I need worms. [ VWORP! VWORP! ] The Doctor: The Bank of Karabraxos has never been breached. The Doctor: Architect. TARDIS (distorted): Architect. The Doctor: Architect. TARDIS (distorted): Architect. The Doctor: Architect. TARDIS (distorted): Architect. The Doctor: Architect. The Doctor: You will rob the Bank of Karabraxos. [ INT. Bank - Private Vault ] The Doctor: Did you see why we came? Why we're here? We had to delete our own memories, otherwise you'd have known, and then she'd have known, because you were mentlly linked. But she's gone now. They've all gone. They have no power over you now. You can do exactly what you want to do now. Exactly what you've always wanted to do. Psi: It knows the combination. The Doctor: Of course it does. It was linked to Karabraxos. Clara: What exactly are we doing here? That thing klled people. The Doctor: Well so might you do, to protect everything you loved. [ WAILING ] The Doctor: There she is. Not the last of its species. The last two. The Doctor: It's OK, it's OK. It's all right. Saibra: Exit strategy. We've got six shredders. The Doctor: Exactly. This wasn't a bank heist. It never was. It was rescue mission for a whole species. Flesh and blood: the last currency. [ THUNDER RUMBLES ] The Doctor: Time to go home. What do you think of that, big man? [ ROARING ] [ EXT. ] The Doctor: So much mental traffic in the universe. Solitude is the only peace. [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: Gioffre Borgia, mucho scary hombre, says to me, what do you think of our Leaning Tower of Pisa? I say, it looks OK to me. Psi: If you ever need help with another bank heist Clara: Yeah, it's not really his area. Saibra: See? I don't have your face now. The Doctor: Yeah. I kind of miss that. Saibra: Oh, shut up. The Doctor: 7.12, local time, as promised. Go and enjoy yourself. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Clara: It's a date. You know, I've just realised. I'm going out for another meal now. The Doctor: Don't worry. Calories consumed on the TARDIS have no lasting effect. Clara: What? Are you kidding? The Doctor: Of course I'm kidding. It's a time machine, not a miracle worker. Bye, bye. Clara: See you. Don't rob any banks. The Doctor: Don't rob any banks what? Clara: Without me. The Doctor: Course not, boss. The Doctor: Robbing a bank. Robbing a whole bank. bat that for a date. Are you OK? Yeah, course I'm OK. Why wouldn't I be OK? I don't know. Every time I see you, it's like you're... What? In a rush. In a state. How's you? Sorry I'm late! Who are you having dinner with? I can't keep doing this. I can't do it. The next few days are all about you. I promise. I'm the new caretaker. John Smith. Welcome to Cole Hill, Mr Smith. Thanks. Problem. Solution. Destroy.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x05 - Time Heist"}	foreverdreaming
[ Planet ] Clara: There's no way out of this. We're going to die here. The Doctor: Pass me the vibro-cutters. Clara: They're in my pocket. The Doctor: Come on then, pass them to me. Clara: In my other jacket. At home. The Doctor: Why have you got two jackets? Is one of them faulty? Clara: Look, I don't have the vibro-cutters. If I had the vibro-cutters, I wouldn't be able to pass you the vibro-cutters. We're going to starve to death out here. The Doctor: Of course we won't starve. The sand piranhas will get us long before that. [ Pub ] Clara: Hiya. Sorry I'm late. Danny: You're not, but you are brown; you're very brown. You weren't that brown this morning. Clara: Sunbed. I'll get 'em in. Usual? [ Clara's place ] The Doctor: Fish people. Clara: What are they like? The Doctor: Fish. And people. Come and see. [ Taxi ] Clara: How's you? Danny: Evening. Nice frock. It's a bit wet. Clara: Freak shower. Danny: Is that seaweed? Clara: I said freak. [ Corridor ] Clara: How much further? The Doctor: TARDIS has got to be round this corner. I hate soldiers. Don't you hate soldiers? Clara: Yeah. The Doctor: Just keep running! [ Clara's place ] Clara: Oh, yeah. Danny. Hiya. Danny: Morning. Ready to run? [ OUT OF BREATH ] [ Clara's bedroom ] Clara: I can't keep doing this. I can't do it. Yes, I can, I can do it, of course I can do it. I've got it all under control. [ TARDIS ] Clara: So, where we off to? The Doctor: Clara, you, you look lovely today. Have you had a wash? Clara: Why are you being nice? The Doctor: Because it works on you. Listen, I'm sorry but there's going to be no trip today. I'm sorry. Er, I've got to do a thing. It might take a while. Clara: What thing? The Doctor: Just a thing. Clara: You're being mysterious, and do you know what means? The Doctor: I'm a man of mystery. Clara: Hmm. It means that you are a very clever man making the mistake, common to very clever people, of assuming that everybody else is stupid. Where are you going? The Doctor: Undercover. Deep cover. Clara: Can you do deep cover? The Doctor: What do you mean? Clara: Have you seen you? The Doctor: Of course I can do deep cover! Clara (giggles): Where, the Magic Circle? The Doctor: I'll see you when I see you. Clara: When's that? The Doctor: When I see you. Clara: Hmm. Hmm. I'll be sure to have a wash. The Doctor: Excellent. I was meaning to bring it up. [ School playground ] Teacher: You lot! Not here. Over there. Courtney: Morning, Mister Pink. Danny: Morning, Courtney. And good morning, Miss Oswald. Clara: Morning, Mister Pink. [ PUPILS GIGGLE ] [ School corridor ] Clara: Do they know? Danny: Possibly - they're children. It's like they've got minds of their own. Are you OK? Clara: Yeah, course I'm OK. Why wouldn't I be OK? Danny: I dunno. Every time I see you, it's like you're... Clara: What? Danny: In a rush. In a state. In a space helmet, one time. Clara: Sorry. Er, I've had a... thing and, er, the thing's gone, so I'm all yours. Danny: What thing? What's gone? Clara: Nothing. Danny: It's like you're trying to be mysterious. I'm not stupid, you know. Clara: The next few days are all about you. I promise. [ PUPILS GIGGLE ] [ Staffroom ] Armitage: Which means, Jo, you'll have to cover for 8/4M in L3. Hold on, there is just one more thing. Atif's off sick, so we've got a newbie, I did ask him to come along. [ KNOCK AT DOOR ] Armitage: Ah, here he is. The Doctor: I'm the new caretaker. John Smith. Danny: Welcome to Coal Hill, Mister Smith. The Doctor: Thanks. Yes, John Smith's the name. But, you know, here's a thing. Most people just call me the Doctor. The Doctor: So, if anybody needs me, just, you know, give me a shout. I'll be in the storeroom just getting the lie of the land. The Doctor: Yes, no body's taking any notice at all. Absolutely good news because it means I must be coming across just as an absolutely boring human being like you. The Doctor: Deep cover. Deep cover. [ School corridor ] Danny: Do you know him? Clara: Know who? Danny: The caretaker, Smith. The Doctor. Clara: Never seen him before in my life. Danny: Bit intense looking. Did you see those eyebrows? Did he wink at you? Clara: No, I think that was just a sort of general wink, you know? He winked at everybody. It was a general welcoming wink. Ah, I have, er, left some marking. Assembly. Chop-chop. Off you pop. Catch you in a bit. Excuse me. [ Staffroom ] The Doctor: So, you recognised me, then. Clara: You're wearing a different coat. The Doctor: But you saw straight through that. Clara: Deep cover in my school? Why? Where's Atif, what have you done with him? The Doctor: He's fine. Hypnotised. He thinks he's got the 'flu. Also a flying car and three wives. It's going to be a rude awakening. Clara: Is it aliens? Oh, my God, is that why you're here? Are there aliens? The Doctor: It's assembly. You'd better get going. Go and worship something. Clara: Are there aliens in this school? The Doctor: Listen, it's lovely talking to you, but I've really got to get on. I'm a caretaker now. Look, I've got a brush. Clara: Doctor, is there an alien in this school? The Doctor: Yes, me. Now, go. The walls need sponging and there's a sinister puddle. Clara: You can't do this. You cannot pass yourself off as a real person among actual people. The Doctor: I lived among otters once for a month. Well, I sulked. River and I, we had this big fight Clara: Human beings are not otters! The Doctor: Exactly. It'll be even easier. Clara: OK. One question. And you will answer this question. Are the kids safe? The Doctor: No. Nobody is safe. But soon the answer will be yes, everybody is safe, if you let me get on. Now, pretend you don't know me. Stay out of my way. The less you know, the better. I'll explain it all later. Go and sing with the otters. Clara: I hate you. The Doctor: That's fine. That's a perfectly normal reaction. [ Street ] Noah: Basically, you've to get that guy on the block and stop that other one shting him. It's so sick. Yashe: I, I got that guy. That was, like, six months ago. You actually have to do is flick it that way. Noah: Nah, but I'm saying Matthew: You Coal Hill kids? Noah: Yeah? So what if we are? Matthew: Then get to Coal Hill. Yashe: We've got a free period, mate. Matthew: You want me to take your names? Yashe: Come on. This is unfair, mate. [ RATTLING ] Matthew: Always come in threes. Oi! I know you're in there. [ Building ] Matthew: Hello? I'm a police officer. There's no point hiding. Do you hear me? Come on, kiddo. Blitzer: Five stop intruder. Five stop intruder. Matthew: Turn your game off. It's time for school. Come on. Stop messing about! Blitzer: Problem, solution: destroy! [ HE SCREAMS ] [ Classroom ] Kelvin: Though unheard by Lydia, was caught by Elizabeth, and as it assured her that Darcy was... Kelvin: You all right, Miss Oswald? Clara: Yes, Kelvin, I'm fine. You carry on. Kelvin: Every feeling of displeasure against the former was so sharpened Clara: Can I help you, Mister Smith? The Doctor: Wrong. Clara: I'm sorry? The Doctor: On the board. Wrong. Wrong. Clara: Oh, no, no, no, no. You don't do this. You are the caretaker, this is not what you do. The Doctor: Just taking care. Clara: Not your area! The Doctor: Jane Austen wrote Pride and Prejudice in 1796. [ SHE CLEARS THROAT ] Clara: This is Mister Smith, the temporary caretaker, and he's a bit confused. The Doctor: Not in 1797, because she didn't have the time. She was so busy doing all Clara: Oh, What? I suppose she was your bezzie mate, was she? And you went on holidays together and then you got kidnapped by Boggons from space and then you all formed a band and met Buddy Holly. The Doctor: No, I read the book. There's a bio at the back. [ PUPILS GIGGLE ] Clara: Get down. The Doctor: Boggons? Clara: Go. [ BELL RINGS ] Clara: Right, that's it. Well done, Kelvin. Get going. See you all in a couple of days. Thanks very much. Kelvin: Miss, what about our homework? Clara: Who asks for homework? Amateur. [ School corridor ] Tobias: Miss Oswald Clara: Hello, Tobias, can't really stop. Tobias: I'm in the football team against Durrants on Thursday. Sorry, but can I go early from English Thursday afternoon? Clara: Tobias, you can do whatever you want. Armitage: Ah, Clara, can I grab a quick word? Clara: Actually, I, er yes. Armitage: Two weeks Saturday, the fete, can I put you down for tombola and the raffle? James H can't cover it now. His wife's going into hospital. Hip replacement. Constant agony. CLARA: Great. No, awful. That's terrible. Awful. I hope she'll be OK. Er, I'll do anything. Anything. OK, bye. [ Courtyard ] Courtney: Miss Oswald, Katie Sharps says I pulled her hair in Biology. Clara: Courtney, you are big enough to look after yourself. Next class, jog on, I need to talk to Mister Pink. Courtney: Ozzie loves the Squaddie. Clara: What was that? Courtney: Nothing. Adrian: Of course, Danny Pink here is your man, Mister Smith. Five years' military experience, sergeant, here and Afghan, so electrics, boilers, if you need a hand, give him a shout. Danny: I, I've helped Atif with a couple of things. The Doctor: I'm sure I won't need you, Sergeant. Fully qualified. You best get back to your PE class. Danny: Oh, I teach maths. The Doctor: Do you? What, in emergencies? Danny: No. I'm a maths teacher. Adrian: Yeah, he's a maths teacher [ GLASS SMASHES ] Adrian: Mohammed, put that down! The Doctor: How does that work? What if the kids have questions? Danny: About what? The Doctor: Maths. Danny: I answer them. I'm a maths teacher. The Doctor: But he said you were a soldier. Danny: Yeah. I was a soldier, now I'm a maths teacher. The Doctor: But what about all the PE? Danny: I don't teach PE. I'm not a PE teacher. The Doctor: Sorry, that seems very unlikely. Clara: Er, excuse me. Mister Pink, I think class 9M4 are waiting. The Doctor: Yes, you better run along, Sergeant. That ball isn't going to kick itself, is it? Danny: I-I'm not a PE teacher, I'm a maths teacher. The Doctor: Nope, sorry. No, I can't retain that. I've tried. It's just not going in. Clara: So, Pink? The name remind you of anything? The Doctor: Yeah. The colour. Clara: Colonel Orson Pink? The guy we met at the end of the universe. The Doctor: Oh, yeah. OK, yeah. Same name, doesn't look anything like him though. Clara: Looks very like him. The Doctor: Does he? I don't know. Who remembers a PE teacher? Clara: Oh, never mind. What are you doing? What, what's in there? The Doctor: So, is he here then? Clara: Is who here? The Doctor: The one that you keep going on serious dates with. Clara: If he is, are you going to start talking like a normal human being? The Doctor: I promise I won't. I'm being nice. Clara: Doctor Adrian: Clara. Got this period free, yes? Clara: No. Yes. Adrian: Great. Shakespeare. Clara: Sorry, what, Adrian? The Doctor: Oh, I see. Clara: You see what? The Doctor: Nothing. Nothing at all. Adrian: Excuse me. We have to talk about The Tempest. [ School corridor ] Adrian: In light of the changes to the sixth form Shakespeare module, blah-de-blah. Clara: Yes, sorry, of course. The Doctor: Yes, yes, no, of course, of course, yes. Don't mind this old man. You two kids just pop off together. Clara: Why are you talking like an idiot? The Doctor: I'm a caretaker. Don't mind me. Adrian: What we have to get across, I feel, is that fascinating enigma of its not-finishedness. Clara: Mmm, yes, good point, Ade. The Doctor: Oh, Clara. The Doctor: What does that mean? Kids. What's the matter with kids today? [ School playground ] Boy (O.C.): sht! Yes! Clara: Hey, I said you could play chess, I did not say you could play football on the chessboard. Jack, Morgan, come on, help me out, clear it up. [ Outside storeroom ] The Doctor: And one for luck. [ Storeroom ] The Doctor: OK. Now we're in business. Let's see the lie of the land. Time to see what's going on. Courtney: Hello? Oi. What are you doing? Are you in there? The Doctor (O.C.): Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most dangerous of them all? Courtney: There's been a spillage in Geography, I need some paper towels. The Doctor: Can't you read? Courtney: Course I can read. Read what? The Doctor: The door. It says, Keep Out. Courtney: No, it says, Go Away Humans. The Doctor: Oh, so it does. Never lose your temper in the middle of a door sign. Courtney: What was you doing in there? What's that box? The Doctor: The caretaker's box. Every caretaker has their own box. Courtney: It says Police. The Doctor: Exactly, there's a policeman in there, in case of emergencies and children. Towels, there, g-g-go. Courtney: What was that green glow? There was a green glow coming from in there. What was it? The Doctor: Of course there was. What's a policeman without a death ray? [ BELL RINGS ] The Doctor: Oh, listen, there's the bell. Off you go. Haven't you got shoplifting to go to? Courtney: I'm going to tell the Headmaster. The Doctor: Oh, yes, fine. Well, cut along, you're running out of time. Courtney: For what? The Doctor: Everything. Human beings have incredibly short life spans. Frankly, you should all be in a permanent state of panic. Tick tock, tick tock. Courtney: You're weird. The Doctor: Yes, I am. What about you? Courtney: I'm a disruptive influence. The Doctor: Good to meet you. Courtney: And you. The Doctor: Now get lost. Courtney: OK. Courtney: Hello, miss. Love to the Squaddie. Clara: Sorry, what did you say? What was she doing in here? The Doctor: Paper towels. Now, I imagine you have many questions. fre away. I won't answer any of them. Clara: What were they like? The Doctor: What were who like? Clara: The others before me. Did they let you get away with this kind of thing? This school is in danger. The Doctor: Well, it's lucky I'm here, then. Clara: From you. The Doctor: Me? Clara: You wouldn't be here if there wasn't an alien thrat nearby. Your strategy for dealing with it involves endangering this school. The Doctor: You don't know that. Clara: I don't know anything because you haven't told me anything, which means I wouldn't approve, which means you are endangering this school. Clara: What's that? The Doctor: It's a scanner. I'm scanning. Why do I keep you around? Clara: Because the alternative would be developing a conscience of your own. Scanning for what? The Doctor: Any alien technology in this vicinity should show up. I used to have a teacher exactly like you once. Clara: You still do. Pay attention. Clara: What the hell is it? The Doctor: A Skovox Blitzer. One of the deadliest klling machines ever created. Probably homed in here because of artron emissions. You've had enough of them in this area over the years. There's enough explsive in its armoury to take out the whole planet. Clara: Then leave it alone. The Doctor: Sooner or later it will creep from its hidey-hole and some military idiot will try to attck it. The Doctor: The world is full of PE teachers. [ TARDIS ] Clara: So, your insanely dangerous plan is? Clara: A new watch. Tiny bit disappointed. The Doctor: This is a very special watch. Clara: Doctor? Oi! Ow! Did you just flick my nose? You're invisible. Ha, ha! Oh, my God, that's incredible. The Doctor (O.C.): Correct. I am invisible and I am incredible. It's simply a matter of reversing light waves. Hang on, I'm coming back. Clara: All right, where are you? The Doctor: So, I give the Blitzer a tiny whiff of non-thrat alien tech, I lead it back here, but I don't want it to scan me, hence invisible. Clara: So you're, you're leading the thing here? To a school? My, my school? The Doctor: My school? Oh, that is telling. This is the only suitably empty place in the area. I've set up a circle of time mines around the school. Chronodyne generators. Bit unstable. The Doctor: I switch them on, the Blitzer gets sucked into a big old time vortex, billions of years into the future. It's dad easy. Tiny bit boring. I'll need a book and a sandwich. Clara: And me. You're not doing this alone. The Doctor: I don't need you this time. I'll see you tomorrow. We'll go somewhere nice. Ancient Egypt. Crocodilopolis. They worship a big crocodile there, so the name is a useful coincidence. Go and canoodle with your boyfriend. Come on. I wasn't born yesterday. Far from it. Clara: You did recognise him. The Doctor: Possibly reminded me of a certain dashing young time traveller. Clara: Oh, of course you recognised him. I. Sorry. Stupid. I, I underestimated you. The Doctor: It's easily done. There's a lot to estimate. Clara: And you, you like him? The Doctor: Yes, I like him very, very much. Go home and canoodle. Doctor's orders. Come on. Clara: Just this once, I'm doing what I'm told. The Doctor: Oh, sing hosanna. Clara: [ SIGHS WITH RELIEF ] So easy. [ School playground ] Danny: Miss Oswald. Clara: Ah, Mister, Mister Pink. Danny: Are you still on for tonight? Cos you had your I'm about to cancel frown on. Clara: There's a specific frown? Danny: And I was going to say, it's OK, I might have a thing, so . Clara: A thing? Danny: Er, tomorrow instead? Clara: Tomorrow's parents' evening. Danny: Not all evening. Clara: No. Not all evening. Danny: What do you think of him? Clara: Er, who? The caretaker? Danny: Where did he come from? What was he before? He doesn't seem like a caretaker. Clara: Well, he speaks very highly of you. Danny: Anyway. Good night, Miss Oswald. Clara: Good night, Mister Pink. [ School ] The Doctor: And we're off. [ Building ] The Doctor: Home, sweet home. [ Storeroom ] Clara: Canoodling cancelled, if you need a hand. Doctor? You invisible? I am so going to confiscate that watch. [ Building ] The Doctor (O.C.): Where are you, my sleeping beauty? The Doctor (O.C.): Gotcha. Let's dance! [ Outside storeroom ] Clara: Doctor? Where are you? Danny: Hello? [ Alley ] Blitzer: Nine stop query rescan. Target reacquired success success. [ School ] The Doctor (O.C.): Come on, come on, come on. The Doctor (O.C.): Gangway! Not far now. Come on. Blitzer: Nine stop parsing data pursue. The Doctor (O.C.): Bingo. Blitzer: Target reacquired. Danny: Hello? [ School hall ] The Doctor: What? Red? Red. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Blitzer: Range one point four nine scan complete problem problem. The Doctor: Listen. I'm unarmed. I'm peaceful. Don't you understand? I, I know that you shouldn't be on this planet but I can help you with that. I... Blitzer: Problem, solution: destroy! Danny: I want a word with you. The Doctor: Get back! Blitzer: Problem, solution: destroy! Danny: No! Get away from me! Blitzer: Temporal disrupt. Warning warning. Temporal failure. Clara: No! No, no, no, no! Doctor, stop! Doctor! Blitzer: Warning system failure. Abort. Abort. The Doctor: Oh, oh, well done, PE, brilliant work. What's this? A chronodyne generator? I'll just deactivate that, shall I? I've got a swimming certificate so that qualifies me to meddle with higher technology. Never mind that some people are actually trying to save the planet. Oh, no. There's only room in my head for cross-country and the offside rule. Clara: Danny, what are you doing here? Danny: I was checking up on him. He's been up to something, fiddling with the electric, but what the? No. What? Did you see that thing? Tell me you saw that thing. Clara: I saw the thing, yeah. Doctor, are we safe? Is the planet safe? It's gone? The Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, yes, for the moment. But the thing is, you see, the chronodyne generators have to be precisely aligned to generate the vortex. But the sergeant here, he went and moved one. Clara: But the chronodyne worked. It's gone. The Doctor: But not far enough. The vortex will open here again, but not in a billion years. Clara: Then when? The Doctor: Er, 74 hours. Three days? Three days to think of something new because now it knows what to expect. Now it has scanned me and it will kll me on sight, thanks to PE here. Danny: Clara, why are you talking to him like that? Why are you using words like chronodyne? Was that thing a space thing? Oh. Oh, my God, you're from space. You're a spacewoman. You said you were from Blackpool. Clara: It's a play! For the summer fete. The Doctor: It's a what? Clara: Yes, it's a play. Shut up, it is a play. We are rehearsing a play. Shh, shh, shh, shh. A surprise play. And, er, you see, the vortex thing is, is a lighting effect. Very clever. And that thing is, is one of the kids. In fancy dress. Really, really good fancy dress. Danny: How stupid do you think I am? The Doctor: I'm willing to put a number on it. Danny: I'm not a moron, Clara. And he's not the caretaker. He's your dad. Your space dad. The Doctor: Oh, genius. That is, that is really, really brilliant reasoning. How can you think that I'm her dad when we both look exactly the same age? Clara: We do not look the same age. The Doctor: I was being kind. Right, I'm going to hypnotise him. I'm going to erase his memory. Clara: Doctor, stop! The Doctor: Tiny little brain, only take a moment. Clara: He's my boyfriend. The Doctor: Well, I'll try not to erase the whole thing. I'll leave the bits that. Clara: He's my boyfriend. I thought you'd figured this out. The Doctor: Him? Clara: Yes, him. The Doctor: No, he's not. Clara: Yes, he is. Danny: Yes, I am. The Doctor: But he's a PE teacher. You wouldn't go out with a PE teacher. It's a mistake. You've made a boyfriend error. Danny: I am not a PE teacher. I am a maths teacher. The Doctor: You're a soldier. Why would you go out with a soldier? Why not get a dog or a big plant? Clara: Because I love him! The Doctor: Why would you say that? Is this part of the surprise play? Clara: (sighs) There is no surprise play. The Doctor: Oh, it's a roller coaster with you tonight, isn't it? What about the handsome one, the one with the bow tie? Clara: Who? Adrian? No, no, no. He's just a friend and not my type. Danny: Clara, are you going to explain any of this? Who is this guy? Clara: The Doctor is The Doctor: Go on. Danny: Yes, explain. Who is he? Why have you never mentioned him? Clara: Because he's an alien. Danny: Er, are you an alien? Clara: No, no, no, I'm still from Blackpool. Me and the Doctor, we travel through time and space. The Doctor: Exhibit A. Clara: It's called a TARDIS, but it's disguised as an old police phone box. The Doctor: It's bigger on the inside. Clara: And it's bigger on the inside than the outside. The Doctor: Voila. Clara: And we travel the universe in it. Danny: And what about that thing? Did you bring that here? The Doctor: No. I'm going to protect you from that thing. Danny: You said it was coming back. The Doctor: Yes, it is coming back, thanks to you. Danny: This is a school. We have to evacuate, call the Army. The Doctor: And that is the most dangerous thing right there. The Doctor: Are you sure hypnotising's not on the menu? Clara: Yes. Danny: But we need to get help. This is an emergency. The Doctor: Look, take him away. Shut him up, shut him down. Up or down, it doesn't matter to me. I've got a lot of work to do. Again. Clara: Will you be OK? The Doctor: Why wouldn't I be OK? I was fine till you two blundered in. Danny: Am I just being ignored? Clara: Come on, Danny. It's all right, it's. Come on, it's all fine. You'll be OK. Let's er, get those legs moving. That's it, down those stairs. Yep, that's it. This can all be explained and everything will be fine. The Doctor: And when this is all over, you can finish the job. Clara: How do you mean? The Doctor: Well, you've explained me to him. You haven't explained him to me. [ Danny's place ] Clara: What do you think? Say something. Danny: So, there's an alien, that used to look like Adrian. Then he turned into a Scottish caretaker and every now and then, when I'm not looking, you elope with him. Clara: I don't elope. Danny: Do you love him? Clara: No. Danny: Really had enough of the lies. Clara: Not in that way. Danny: What other way is there? Clara: You know what I mean. Danny: I don't know what you mean. I know what you tell me, which isn't always the truth. Clara: Danny Danny: Why do you do it? Why do you fly off in the box with him? The truth. Please, just this once. Clara: Because it's amazing. Because I see wonders. Danny: OK. Clara: What are you thinking? Danny: That's a good question. It's funny, you only really know what someone thinks of you when you know what lies they've told you. I mean, you say you've seen wonders, you've seen amazing things, and you kept them secret from me. So what do you think of me, Clara? Clara: Please, tell me how I fix this. Danny: I just want to know who you are. Clara: You know who I am. Danny: When you're with him. When you're with the Doctor. [ Outside storeroom ] Clara: OK, I think we've just got time before parents' evening. Danny: An invisibility watch? Not even a ring. Clara: Press the button on the side, you're invisible. You'll see me with the Doctor, the other me. The exactly the same other me. OK? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Afternoon. Thanks for keeping out of my way. You haven't brought Dave with you, I hope. Clara: His name's Danny. And no, I haven't. I've er, I explained it all to him. He gets it. He took it really well. The Doctor: Pass me that synestic. Clara: So, when the Blitzer comes back, are you going to catch him with that? The Doctor: It'll be a long, fiddly job. It's going to take me at least twenty four hours. Even longer if people keep talking to me, so do keep going. Clara: If it comes back Thursday night, are you sure about that? Cos you said the chronodyne is unstable. The Doctor: If you want bother someone, go and bother PE. Clara: He's a maths teacher. The Doctor: That's a shame, I like maths. Clara: Not a soldier. The Doctor: Interesting. Clara: What is? The Doctor: I'm bored. Let's go somewhere fun. What do you say? Do you want to see the Thames frozen over? Oh, those frost fairs. Clara: But you can't. The Skovox thing. The Doctor: It's a time machine. We can get back straightaway, like we always do on your dates. Just make sure you don't get yourself a tan or anything, or lose a limb. Clara: I don't think we should, not this time. The Doctor: You've never said no before. Not even in the middle of dinner. Remember when you had to eat two meals in a row? Clara: I just think, with the school in danger Clara: Danny, why are you? Danny: He already knows I'm here. That's why he's talking like that. He's being clever. The Doctor: Now you mention it, being a Time Lord, I can feel a light shield aura when it's right next to me. Danny: Oh ho, ho. Time Lord? Might have known. The Doctor: Might have known what? Danny: Well, the accent's good, but you can always spot the aristocracy. It's in the, the attitude. Clara: Danny. Danny: Now, Time Lords, do you salute those? The Doctor: Definitely not. Danny: Ah. Sir! The Doctor: And you do not call me sir. Danny: As you wish, sir. Absolutely, sir. The Doctor: And you can get out of my TARDIS! Danny: Immediately, sir. Clara: Doctor, this is stupid, this is unfair. Danny: One thing, Clara. I'm a soldier, guilty as charged. You see him? He's an officer. The Doctor: I am not an officer! Danny: I'm the one who carries you out of the fre. He's the one who lights it. The Doctor: Out. Now. Danny: Right away, sir. Straight now? The Doctor: Yes. Danny: Am I dismissed? The Doctor: Yes, you are! Danny: That's him. Look at him, right now. That's who he is. The Doctor: On balance, I think that went quite well. [ Storeroom ] Clara: Danny, it's not time to go home yet. It's parents' evening. The Doctor: Humans. I never learn. Courtney: What's in the box? It's not really a policeman, is it? The Doctor: You want to know what's in that box? I'll tell you what's in that box. It's a time machine. It also travels in space. And it usually contains a man who just wants to get on with his work of preventing the end of the world, but keeps being interrupted by boring little humans. Courtney: Cool. So, that's really a spaceship? The Doctor: I'm serious. I'm trying to save this planet. Courtney: End of the world for me tonight, whatever you do. Parents' evening. The Doctor: Is your name really Disruptive Influence? Courtney: Courtney Woods. Can I go in space? The Doctor: I'll let you know. I may have a vacancy. But not right now. The Doctor: Two days. I can do it. [ Gym ] Armitage: Right, are we quorate? Time to admit the hordes. And look who's at the front of the queue. Adrian: Who are they? Clara: Courtney Woods' mum and dad. Adrian: Can someone else do them first? Danny: No problem, Ade. I can cope with anything tonight. Armitage: Oh, happy days. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: No, no, no. No! No, no, no, no, no! [ Gym ] Danny: I would say yes, I'm afraid Courtney is a disruptive influence. Mr. Woods: Yeah, but last year you said she was a very disruptive influence. Mrs. Woods: So, I suppose that counts as an improvement. [ HE CLEARS HIS THROAT LOUDLY ] Danny: Excuse me, I think the caretaker wants me. Clara: Sorry, Mrs Christodolou, I think er, I think the caretaker wants me too. Mrs. Christopholou: But what about my Angelina? Clara: Yeah, she's great, yeah, a really great girl, A plus, ten out of ten, top of the class. Sorry. Although, actually, handwriting could be better. Armitage: I'm sure they'll be back in a moment. Mrs. Woods: Looks like our Courtney was right about those two. [ School playground ] Clara: What's happening? The Doctor: Clara, the vortex is opening. Danny: You said Thursday night. Right, hall, quick. The Doctor: PE, shut up. Clara, it'll scan the area. If it gets to parents' evening, it'll kll them all. Danny: We've got to evacuate. The Doctor: Shut up! Clara: Quickly. What do I do? The Doctor: It'll be here any second. Get to the hall. The Doctor: Give it some squirts of helicon energy, setting number forty one. No more than three seconds each, random pulses. Distract it, then you lead it away from the hall, give me two minutes. Clara: Then what? The Doctor: Just run straight to the TARDIS. Danny: But your gadget isn't ready yet. Twenty four hours, you said. The Doctor: Yes, well, I've revised that down to two minutes. Probably. Clara, go. Clara: On my way. Danny: You're using her like a decoy? The Doctor: No, not like a decoy. As a decoy. Don't they teach you anything at stupid school? Danny: Well, is there anything I can do? The Doctor: Yes. Yes, and this is very, very important. Leave us alone! [ School hall ] Blitzer: Disrupt temporal lock. Disengaged scan. Clara: Here we go. Blitzer: Incoming-stop-identified-HELICON-HELICON-commence-retargeting. [ Corridor ] Blitzer (O.C.): Target acquired. Destroy. [ School playground ] Blitzer: Target within range. Blitzer: Problem, solution: destroy! [ Storeroom ] Blitzer: Destroy. Destroy. Clara: Doctor, now! It's got to be now! The Doctor: Twenty seconds. Blitzer: Destroy! Destroy! Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: Am I green? Am I green? Clara: You're green! The Doctor: Stop! Skovox Blitzer! Blitzer: Awaiting orders. The Doctor: Skovox-Artificer. Analyse-stop-analyse-stop. Blitzer: Superior-recognised-pattern-110-orders-orders. Clara: Why's it listening to you? The Doctor: Listening to its superior. This is a rough copy. It thinks I'm its general. Initiate input. Commence shutdown protocol. No conflict. Conclusion? Blitzer: Problem solution. The Doctor: Conclusion. Blitzer: Final-input-code-missing. Emergency-terminate. Initiate-self-destruct- in...nine...eight... The Doctor: The input code. I forgot the final input code. Skovox Blitzer: ..seven-six-five... Clara: Do it now! The Doctor: I need time. Distract it, Clara! Clara: Me? What can I do? Blitzer: Three two one. Danny (O.C.): Oi, Skovox. Over here. Blitzer: Under attck. The Doctor: Artificer-Artificer-stop-confirm- stop-override-final-input-code. Blitzer: Code-accepted. Abort-self-destruct. Orders-accepted-stop-stop-stop. Clara: Oh, my God! Oh, my God, you were amazing! Oh, my God, you were so brilliant. Danny: Well, yeah, I was OK, wasn't I? I was behind you every step of the way. Had to make sure you were safe. You OK? The Doctor: OK. Clara: Just OK? Danny: It's all right, it doesn't matter. I don't need him to like me. It doesn't matter if he likes me or hates me, I just need to do exactly one thing for you. Doctor, am I right? The Doctor: Yes. Clara: What? What one thing? Danny: I need to be good enough for you. That's why he's angry. Just in case I'm not. Clara: He, er, he did just save the whole world. The Doctor: Yeah, yeah. Good start. [ Space ] The Doctor (O.C.): Farewell, Skovox Blitzer. Have a nice wr. So, Courtney Woods, impressed yet? [ TARDIS ] Courtney: Actually, I'm feeling a bit ill. The Doctor: Ah, it can be a bit overwhelming. But look. The Olveron Cluster. A million stars, a hundred million inhabited planets. The Doctor: Ah, yes. There has been a spillage. [ Danny's place ] Clara: So, what do you think of him now? Danny: Of the Doctor? Clara: Yeah. See, he's all right, isn't he, really, underneath it all. Clara: OK. Tell me what you're thinking. Danny: I know men like him. I've served under them. They push you and make you stronger, till you're doing things you never thought you could. I saw you tonight. You did exactly what he told you. You weren't even scared. And you should have been. Clara: I trust him. He's never let me down. Danny: Fine. If he ever pushes you too far, I want you to tell me, because I know what that's like. You'll tell me if that happens, yeah? Clara: Yeah, it's a deal. Danny: No. It's a promise. Clara: OK. I promise. Danny: And if you break that promise, Clara, we're finished. Clara: Don't say that. Danny: I'm saying it because if you don't tell me the truth, I can't help you. And I could never stand not being able to help you. We clear? Clara: Yes. We're clear. [ Corridor ] Matthew: It was mad. It was like in a film or on the telly like, with science fiction g*n. Seb: Skovox Blitzer, sounds like. We've had a few in from that. Wouldn't feel too bad. Matthew: If I hadn't. If I hadn't. Hang on. That doesn't make sense. Seb: Makes perfect sense to me. Matthew: How did I escape? I, I don't remember how I got away. Seb: Well, I was coming to that. I'm afraid you really rather didn't. Matthew: Then how did I get here? Seb: Well. Big question. Matthew: Where am I? Seb: What name would you like? There's a range. The afterlife. The Promised Land. I'm partial to the Nethersphere. Matthew: My God. [ APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS ] Seb: Sorry, she's a bit er, busy today. So, any questions? Hello, Earth. We have a terrible decision to make. An innocent life versus the future of all mankind. Whatever future humanity might have depends on the choice made right here, right now. Aaaarrgghh! Decision made.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x06 - The Caretaker"}	foreverdreaming
[ Moon 2049 ] Clara: Hello! Hello! Hello, Earth. We have a terrible decision to make. It's an uncertain decision, and we don't have a lot of time. The man... who normally helps, he's gone. Maybe he's not coming back. In fact, I... I really don't think he is. We're on our own. So... an innocent life versus the future of all mankind. We have 45 minutes to decide. [ School ] Clara: Courtney Woods. Doctor, she has gone crazy. She's uncontrollable. She took your psychic paper. She's been using it as fake ID. The Doctor: To get into museums? Clara: No, to buy White Lightning or alcopops or whatever. The Doctor: I've no idea what you're talking about. What, what is Courtney Woods? Clara: She's one of my year tens. She was in the TARDIS. The Doctor: Doing what? Clara: Throwing up. The Doctor: Oh, her. Oh, that was ages ago. Clara: Look, she says that you told her that she wasn't special. The Doctor: Rubbish. Clara: She says that's what sent her off the rails. The Doctor: Pfph! [ Closet ] Clara: Doctor. I know, I know! But, you say something like that to somebody, it hurts. Especially if you're somebody of her age, especially if you're you. Doctor, it can affect her whole life. The Doctor: Bah. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Oi! Give over! Courtney: I got stuff to clean up with. The Doctor: What? Courtney: And I got these from the chemist. The Doctor: Vortex manipulators? Courtney: Travel sickness. The Doctor: Good. Because I don't like people being sick in my TARDIS. No being sick. And no hanky-panky. Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: Sorry, that's the rules. Clara: Look, Courtney, you're not going to be needing those because you're not going to be doing any travelling. Doctor, will you just, just tell her? The Doctor: Tell her what? Clara: Tell her that she's special. The Doctor: Have you gone bananas? Courtney: Do you really think I'm not special? You can't just take me away like that. It's like you kicked a big hole in in the side of my life. You really think it? I'm nothing? I'm not special? The Doctor: [ quietly ] Pfft. God. [ normal ] How'd you like to be the first woman on the moon? Is that special enough for you? Courtney: Yeah, all right. The Doctor: OK. Now we can do something interesting. Clara: Hey, Doctor! [ Cargo bay ] Courtney: This isn't the moon. Where are we? The Doctor: On a recycled space shuttle. 2049, judging by that prototype version of the Bennett oscillator. The Doctor: Where's the gravity coming from? Clara: What are they? The Doctor: About a hundred nuclear bmb. [ BEEPING ] The Doctor: Ah. We're on our way to the moon. [ BEEPING CONTINUES ] Check that. We're about to crash into it! Hold on! Hold on! Clara: Why didn't you just tell her you didn't mean it? Lundvik: Who the hell do you think you are? The Doctor: Why have you got all these nuclear bmb? Lundvik: I'm not going to give you another chance. The Doctor: Oh? Well, you're just going to have to sht us, then. sht the little girl first. Courtney: What? The Doctor: Yes. She doesn't want to stand there watching us getting sht, does she? She'll be terrified. Girl first, then her teacher, and then me. You'll have to spend a lot of time shting me because I will keep on regenerating. The Doctor: In fact, I'm not entirely sure that I won't keep on regenerating for ever. Clara: Doctor, what are you doing? The Doctor: Gravity test. So, it'll be very time-consuming and messy, and rather wasteful, because I think I might just possibly be able to help you. You see, I am a super-intelligent alien being who flies in time and space. Are you going to sht me? Lundvik: No. The Doctor: Good. Why have you got all these nuclear bmb? No, no, no. Easier question. What's wrong with my yo-yo? Clara: Doctor, it goes up and down. The Doctor: Bingo. Clara: Ah. The Doctor: Ah ha. We should be bouncing about this cabin like little fluffy clouds. But we're not. What is the matter with the moon? Lundvik: Nobody knows. Clara: Do you know what's wrong with the moon? The Doctor: It's put on weight. Lundvik: How can the moon put on weight? The Doctor: Oh, lots of ways. Gravity bmb, axis alignment systems, planet shellers. Lundvik: So it's alien. The Doctor: Must be causing chaos on Earth. The tides will be so high that they will drown whole cities. Lundvik: Yeah. The Doctor: So what are you doing about it? The Doctor: This? Lundvik: That's what you do with aliens, isn't it? Blow them up? [ Moon ] Courtney: Wow. Wow! One small thing for a thing. One enormous thing for a thingy thing. Lundvik: So much for history. Lundvik: There was a mining survey, Mexicans. Something happened up here. Nobody knows what. That's when the trouble began back on Earth. High tide everywhere at once. The greatest natural disaster in history. Clara: Cobwebs? Lundvik: Henry, go back and prime the bmb. Henry: Er, is there any instructions? Lundvik: There's a switch on each of them. The light goes red. Henry: They won't go off? Lundvik: No, not till I've fiddled with this thing. [ HE SIGHS ] Henry: OK. Lundvik: Shall we? The Doctor: Is that the best you could get? Lundvik: Second-hand space shuttle, third-hand astronauts. [ Module ] The Doctor: How many people here? Lundvik: Four. Minera Luna San Pedro. It was privately financed. They where doing a mineral survey up here. The Doctor: Messages? Mayday? SOS? Duke: Pretty much all the satellites had been whacked out of orbit. They managed to send back some screams. The Doctor: So then you came up here to rescue them with your bmb? Duke: Not quite. Lundvik: They disappeared ten years ago. The Doctor: Nobody came? Lundvik: There was no shuttle. The Doctor: You had one. Lundvik: It was in a museum. They'd cut the back off it so kids could ride in it. We'd stopped going into space. Nobody cared. Not until [ SCREAM ] Clara: Courtney! Clara: Oh, my God. Doctor, tell me there wasn't anyone inside that thing. The Doctor: I could, but it wouldn't make it true. Duke: I'll get some power back on. Clara: Come on. Now, Courtney, come here. Don't look. You all right? Courtney: I'm OK. Clara: Hey. Look. Look at me. Look. It's all right if you're not. Courtney: I'm fine. What did it? The Doctor: Maybe something trying to find out how you're put together. Or maybe how you tasted. Courtney: Do we have gn? Lundvik: Not unless you brought some. The Doctor: Chicken, apparently. The Doctor: Save the air. The Doctor: They didn't find anything. Lundvik: Eh? The Doctor: The Mexicans. They didn't find any minerals on the moon at all. Nada. The Doctor: Oh. Clara: Oh? The Doctor: Lines of tectonic stress. Lundvik: That's the Mare Fecunditatis. It's been there since the Apollo days. It's always been there. The Doctor: No, no, no. These are much, much bigger. Sea of Tranquillity. Sea of Nectar. Sea of Ingenuity. Sea of Crises. Clara: Meaning? The Doctor: Meaning, Clara, that the moon, this little planetoid that's been tagging along beside you for a hundred million years, which gives you light at night and seas to sail on, is in the process of falling to bits. [ RUMBLING ] [ Moon ] Henry: Hello, Captain? Captain? Captain? [ HE PANTS ] [ HE PANTS ] Henry: Argh! [ Module ] [ HIGH-PITCHED SHRIEKING ] Courtney: What the hell was that? Lundvik: Duke, is that you? Duke (O.C.): I don't sound anything like that. Lundvik: Can you try and get the lights back on? Duke (O.C.): That's what I'm doing. The Doctor: Torch. Give me your torch. Whatever it is, it's in here. [ SCUTTLING ] [ SCUTTLING ] The Doctor: I think we've found your alien. [ IT SHRIEKS ] The Doctor: Back, back, back! We need a door. A door, a door! Clara: Here! Here! The door's locked. The Doctor: Come on, come on! There's no power to work it. [ SHRIEKING ] Come on! Clara: Doctor. The Doctor: Stay still. It's sensing movement. It can't see you. Fast movement. There must be another exit through there. Slowly. [ SCUTTLING ] Slowly. Head to that exit. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly, slowly. The Doctor: Gently, gently. When I say run, run. Lundvik: Who made you the boss? The Doctor: Well, you say run, then. Lundvik: Duke! Duke: Argh! Lundvik: Duke! The Doctor: Run! We have power. Run! Clara: Quick, it's shutting. Courtney: Miss! Clara: Courtney! Courtney! Courtney: Miss! Clara: Courtney! The power's gone again. Courtney: It's klled him. It's coming in here! Doctor, it's coming in here! The Doctor: You'll be OK! Lundvik: Henry? Henry? The Doctor: Courtney, look at me. Look at me! Courtney! The Doctor: Try and get to the door! Try and get yourself down here. [ SIREN WAILS ] The Doctor: Courtney, grab my yo-yo! The Doctor: Courtney! Clara: Courtney. Courtney: Kills ninety nine percent of all known germs. The Doctor: Good stuff, Courtney. Just don't try that at home, OK? Clara: You all right? Courtney: Why did I just fly? This is nuts. The Doctor: Did you say germs? Oh, God, this is incredible. Look at the size of it. It's the size of a badger. Clara: Doctor The Doctor: It's a prokaryotic unicellular life form, with non-chromosomal DNA. Which, as you and me know. Well, not you and me. Well, you, certainly not. You and me, yes, scientists know, this is a germ. You flew because that one point three billion tonnes shifted. It moved. It's an unstable mass. Courtney: I'm scared, Miss. Clara: OK. Lundvik: He'd just had a grand-daughter. Elina. She was his first. He was my teacher. He taught me how to fly. We were both given the sack on the same day. The Doctor: Which way to the Mare Fecunditatis? Courtney: Please can I go home now? I'm really. I'm really sorry, but I'd like to go home. [ Moon ] Lundvik: Henry, come in. If you don't mind, Henry, come in. Clara: Doctor, this is dangerous now. The Doctor: It was dangerous before. Everything's dangerous if you want it to be. Eating chips is dangerous. Crossing the road. It's no way to live your life. Tell her. You're supposed to be teaching her. Clara: Look, I have a duty of care, OK? You know what that is? The Doctor: Course I know what a duty of care is. What are you suggesting? She's fine. What are you, thirty five? Courtney: Fifteen. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Now, don't touch anything. Courtney: You got any games? The Doctor: Oh, don't be so stupid! Courtney: Can I get reception up here? [ Cargo bay ] The Doctor: Get in. Clara: Why are you shutting her in? We don't need to stay, do we? The Doctor: Eh? Clara: It's obvious, isn't it? The moon doesn't break up. The Doctor: How do you know? Clara: Because I've been in the future, and the moon is still there. I think. You know the moon is still there, right? The Doctor: Maybe it isn't the moon. Maybe it's a hologram or a big painting, or a special effect. Maybe it's a completely different moon. Clara: But you would know. The Doctor: I would? Clara: If the moon fell to bits in 2049, somebody would've mentioned it. It would have come up in conversation. So it doesn't break up. So the world doesn't end. So, let's just get in the TARDIS and go. The Doctor: Clara, there are some moments in time that I simply can't see. Little eye-blinks. They don't look the same as other things. They're not clear. They're fuzzy, they're grey. Little moments in which big things are decided. And this is one of them. Just now, I can't tell what happens to the moon, because whatever happens to the moon hasn't been decided yet. And it's going to be decided here and now. Which very much sounds as though it's up to us. Lundvik: Neither of you are going anywhere. I've lost my crew. We were the last astronauts. This is the last shuttle, these are the last nuclear bmb. We're the last chance for Earth, and you're staying to help me. The Doctor: Decision made. Clara: Yeah. [ Moon ] The Doctor: What is klling the moon? Clara: How can the moon die, though? The Doctor: Everything does, sooner or later. Lundvik: Can we save it? The Doctor: Depends what's klling it. Lundvik: There are the other three. Clara: Is it those germ things, then? Are they like cockroaches? Is it, is it an infestation? Lundvik: Is it? The Doctor: Well, I've only seen one of them. It would take an awful lot more to cause the moon to put on one point three billion tonnes. The Doctor: Argh! Clara: Doctor! Lundvik: It's a vacuum. It won't work. The Doctor: Well, that makes two. Clara: Sunlight. Lundvik: Sunlight? Clara: If they're germs. My nan says it's the best disinfectant there is. The Doctor: Shine your light down there. Lundvik: Where have they come from? The Doctor: Maybe they've been there all the time. It's warmish. They're multiplying, feeding, evolving. Lundvik: Doctor, if the moon breaks up, it'll kll us all in about forty five minutes. The Doctor: I agree. Unless something else is going on. Lundvik: There's no water on the moon. The Doctor: It's not water. It's amniotic fluid. The stuff that life comes from. I've got to go down there. Lundvik: Doctor. The Doctor: Back to your shuttle. Get your bmb ready. You, get to the TARDIS. Get safe. Get Courtney safe. I will be back. Clara: What? No. Doctor. Doctor! Clara: Doctor! Lundvik: Will he? [ SHE SIGHS ] Lundvik: Will he be back? Clara: If he says so, I suppose he will. [ TARDIS ] Courtney: Miss? Come in. Clara (O.C.): Courtney? Courtney: I'm bored. When are you coming back? Clara (O.C.): We're on our way. What you doing? Courtney: Putting some pictures on Tumblr. [ Moon ] Clara: No! Courtney, don't put any photos on Tumblr. Lundvik: My granny used to put things on Tumblr. [ RUMBLING ] [ THEY PANT ] Lundvik: There he is. Clara: Was that where we landed? [ RUMBLING ] It looks so different. Lundvik: It's going down. Clara: Courtney! Doctor! Lundvik: We going to have to take cover. We're running out of oxygen. Clara: Doctor! [ RUMBLING ] The Doctor: Today's the day, humankind. [ Module ] Clara: Where's the TARDIS? The Doctor: She's in the shuttle, isn't she? She'll turn up. Clara: Last time you said that, she turned up on the wrong side of the planet. The Doctor: You two have never gotten on, have you? Clara: Look, we need to know where Courtney is. The Doctor: Courtney is safe. Och. Well, do you have her phone number? Clara: No, no, no. Of course I don't have her phone number. The Doctor: Well, what about the school? Does the secretary have her number? Clara: I can't. The secretary hates me. She thinks I gave her a packet of TENA Lady for Secret Santa. Look. Courtney's posting stuff on Tumblr. Doesn't that know where you are? Lundvik: I don't know. I'm not a historian. The Doctor: Phone. I know what the problem is. Oh, she can't post that. She can't put pictures of me online. Courtney (on screen): Yeah? The Doctor: You can't put pictures of me online. Clara: Are you OK? Courtney (on screen): Er, I'm fine. What's up? Lundvik: You said you know what the problem is. The Doctor: Yes, yes. It's a rather big problem. Clara: OK,.do you want to share it with the class? The Doctor: Well, I had a little hypothesis. The seismic activity, the surface breaking up, the variable mass, the increase in gravity, the fluid. I scanned what's down there. The Doctor: The moon isn't breaking apart. Well, actually, it is breaking apart, and rather quickly. We've got about an hour and a half. But that isn't the problem. It's not infested. Courtney (on screen): What are they, then, those things? The Doctor: Bacteria. Tiny, tiny bacteria living on something very, very big. Something that weighs about one point three billion tonnes. Something that's living. Something growing. Clara: Growing? The Doctor: That. Courtney (on screen): That lives under the moon? The Doctor: No. Clara: What? The Doctor: That doesn't live under the moon. That is the moon. Lundvik: What the hell are you talking about? The Doctor: The moon isn't breaking apart. The moon is hatching. Clara: Huh? The Doctor: The moon's an egg. Clara: Has it, er, has it always been an egg? The Doctor: Yes, for a hundred million years or so. Just, just growing. Just getting ready to be born. Clara: OK. So the moon has never been the moon? The Doctor: No, no, no, no. It's never been dad. It's just taking a long time to come alive. Courtney (on screen): Is it a chicken? The Doctor: No! Courtney (on screen): Cos, for a chicken to have laid an egg that big The Doctor: Courtney, don't spoil the moment. Clara: Doctor, what is it? The Doctor: I think that it's unique. I think that's the only one of its kind in the universe. I think that that is utterly beautiful. Lundvik: How do we kll it? Clara: Why'd you want to kll it? Courtney (on screen): It's a little baby. Lundvik: Doctor, how do we kll it? The Doctor: kll the moon? The Doctor: kll the moon. Well, you have about a hundred of the best man-made nuclear wapon, if they still work. If that's what you want to do. Clara: Doctor, wait Lundvik: Will that do it? The Doctor: A hundred nuclear bmb set off right where we are, right on top of a living, vulnerable creature? It'll never feel the sun on its back. Lundvik: And then what? Will the moon still break up? You said, you said we had an hour and a half? The Doctor: Well, there'll be nothing to make it break up. There will be nothing trying to force its way out. The gravity of the little dad baby will pull all the pieces back together again. Of course, it won't be very pretty. You'd have an enormous corpse floating in the sky. You might have some very difficult conversations to have with your kids. Lundvik: I don't have any kids. Clara: Stop. Right, listen. This is a, this is a life. I mean, this must be the biggest life in the universe. Courtney (on screen): It's not even been born. Lundvik: It is klling people. It is destroying the Earth. Clara: You cannot blame a baby for kicking. Lundvik: Let me tell you something. You want to know what I took back from being in space? Look at the edge of the Earth. The atmosphere, that is paper thin. That is the only thing that saves us all from death. Everything else, the stars, the blackness. That's all dad. Sadly, that is the only life any of us will ever know. Courtney (on screen): There's life here. There's life just next door. Lundvik: Look, when you've grown up a bit, you'll realise that everything doesn't have to be nice. Some things are just bad. Anyway, you ran away. It's none of your business. Courtney (on screen): Doctor, I want to come back. Clara: Courtney, you'll be safer where you are. [ TARDIS ] Courtney: Doctor, I'm sorry. I want to come back, OK? I want to help. The Doctor (O.C.): Ah, there's some DVDs on the blue book shelf. [ Module ] The Doctor: Just stick one into the TARDIS console. That'll bring you to me. Courtney (on screen): Right. The Doctor: And make sure you hang on to the console, otherwise the TARDIS will leave you behind. Clara: So what do we do? Doctor? Huh? Doctor, what do we do? The Doctor: Nothing. Clara: What? The Doctor: We don't do anything. I'm sorry, Clara. I can't help you. Clara: Of course you can help. The Doctor: The Earth isn't my home. The moon's not my moon. Sorry. Clara: Come on. Hey. The Doctor: Listen, there are moments in every civilisation's history in which the whole path of that civilisation is decided. The whole future path. Whatever future humanity might have depends upon the choice that is made right here and right now. Now, you've got the tools to kll it. You made them. You brought them up here all on your own, with your own ingenuity. You don't need a Time Lord. kll it. Or let it live. I can't make this decision for you. Clara: Yeah, well, I can't make it. The Doctor: Well, there's two of you here. Clara: Well, yeah. A school teacher and an astronaut. The Doctor: Who's better qualified? Clara: I don't know! The President of America. The Doctor: Oh, take something off his plate. He makes far too many decisions anyway. Lundvik: She. The Doctor: She. Sorry. She hasn't even been into space. She hasn't been to another planet. How would she even know what to do? Clara: I am asking you for help. The Doctor: Listen, we went to dinner in Berlin in 1937, right? We didn't nip out after pudding and kll htler. I've never klled htler. And you wouldn't expect me to kll htler. The future is no more malleable than the past. Clara: OK, don't you do this to make some kind of point. The Doctor: Sorry. Well, actually, no, I'm not sorry. It's time to take the sab off your bike. It's your moon, womankind. It's your choice. Clara: And you're just going to stand there? The Doctor: Absolutely not. Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: A teenager, an astronaut and a schoolteacher. Lundvik: Hang on a minute. We can get in there, can't we? You can sort it out with that thing. The Doctor: No. Some decisions are too important not to make on your own. Clara: Doctor. Doctor? Doctor! Lundvik: Oh, what a prat. [ THUDDING ] [ SHRIEKING ] [ RUMBLING ] Lundvik: I'm going to detonate the bmb, agreed? Agreed? Lundvik: Hang on tight, there's been a breach! Clara: If we let it live, what would happen if the moon wasn't there? Lundvik: Listen, we haven't got time for this. Clara: We're discussing it! What would happen if the moon wasn't there? Courtney: I have a physics book in my bag. There's this thing on gravity? Lundvik: Super. Is there a word search? Clara: OK, there would be no tides. But we'd survive that, right? They've knocked out the satellites. There's no internet, no mobiles. I'd be fine with that. Lundvik: It's not going to just stop being there, because inside the moon, Miss, is a gigantic creature forcing its way out. And when it does, which is going to be pretty damn soon, there are going to be huge chunks of the moon heading right for us, like whatever klled the dinosaurs, only ten thousand times bigger. Clara: But the moon isn't make of rock and stone, is it? It's made of eggshell. Lundvik: Oh, God. OK, OK, fine. If, by some miracle, the shell isn't too thick, or if it disperses, or if it goes into orbit, whatever, there's still going to be a massive thing there, isn't there, that just popped out. And what the hell do you imagine that is? Courtney: Loads of things lay eggs. Lundvik: It's not a chicken. Courtney: I'm not saying it's a chicken. I'm not completely stupid. Lundvik: It's an exoparasite. Courtney: A what? Lundvik: Like a flea. Or a head louse. Clara: I'm going to have to be a lot more certain than that if I'm going to kll a baby. Lundvik: Oh, you want to talk about babies?. You've probably got babies down there now. You want to have babies? Clara: Well, yeah. Courtney: Mister Pink. Clara: Shush! Lundvik: OK. You imagine you've got children down there on Earth now, right? Grandchildren maybe. You want that thing to get out? kll them all? You want today to be the day life on Earth stopped because you couldn't make an unfair decision? Listen, I don't want to do this. All my life I've dreamed about coming here. But this is how it has to end. Courtney: Oi! Lundvik: I've given us an hour. There's a cut-out here. If anyone has any bright ideas, or if he comes back, that stops it. But once it's pressed, it stays pressed. Clara: And if he doesn't come back? Lundvik: I didn't expect to survive anyway. Courtney: He's going to come back, though, right? Isn't he, Miss? Clara: Hey, why don't you call me Clara? Courtney: I prefer Miss, Miss. We just need to make up our minds, that's all. Well, you know him. Clara: I think he really might just be leaving it to us. [ RADIO CRACKLES ] McKean (O.C.): Can anybody hear me? Come in, please. Can anybody Lundvik: Lundvik. McKean (on screen): This is ground control. Lundvik: Yeah, yeah, I can tell by your haircut. How are things down there? McKean (on screen): Pretty bad. Yeah. Pretty bad. Listen, we're patched in to one of the TV satellites. We haven't got long. How are things up there? Clara: Can we broadcast on this? McKean (on screen): Who are you? Clara: School trip. Can we broadcast on this? McKean (on screen): Well, yes. Clara: Hello, Earth. We have a terrible decision to make. It's an uncertain decision and we don't have a lot of time. [ SPIDERS SHRIEK ] We can kll this creature or we can let it live. We don't know what it's going to do, we don't know what's going to happen when it hatches. If it will hurt us, help us, or just leave us alone. We have to decide together. This is the last time we'll be able to speak to you, but you can send us a message. If you think we should kll the creature, turn your lights off. If you think we should take the chance, let it live, leave your lights on. We'll be able to see. Goodnight, Earth. Clara: Was that OK? Courtney: Yeah. [ CRASHING ] Clara: Come on. Let's see. [ RUMBLING AND CRASHING ] [ ALARM BEEPS ] [ ALARM BEEPS ] Courtney: Night, night. Clara: Oh, Doctor, where have you gone? Lundvik: We can't risk it all just to be nice. Clara: OK. Courtney: Miss? Lundvik: Nine seconds. Courtney: You can't! Lundvik: Sorry, girls. See you on the other side. Two Lundvik: Hey! The Doctor: One, two, three, into the TARDIS. Lundvik: What's happening? The Doctor: Let's go and have a look, shall we? [ TARDIS ] Lundvik: Bloody idiots. Bloody irresponsible idiots. The Doctor: Mind your language, please, There are children present. Lundvik: You should have left me there, let me die. I wanted to die up there with the universe in front of me, not being crushed to death on Earth. The Doctor: Nobody's going to die. Lundvik: Could you please let us see what's happening? [ Beach ] Courtney: What's it doing? The Doctor: It's feeling the sun on itself. It's getting warm. The chick flies away and the eggshell disintegrates. Harmless. Clara: Did you know? The Doctor: You made your decision. Humanity made its choice. Lundvik: No, we ignored humanity. The Doctor: Well, there you go. Lundvik: So what happens now, then? Tell me what happens now. The Doctor: In the mid-twenty first century humankind starts creeping off into the stars, spreads its way through the galaxy to the very edges of the universe. And it endures till the end of time. The Doctor: And it does all that because one day in the year 2049, when it had stopped thinking about going to the stars, something occurred that make it look up, not down. It looked out there into the blackness and it saw something beautiful, something wonderful, that for once it didn't want to destroy. And in that one moment, the whole course of history was changed. Not bad for a girl from Coal Hill School, and her teacher. Courtney: Oh, my gosh. It laid a new egg. It's beautiful. Doctor, it's beautiful. The Doctor: That's what we call a new moon. Courtney: You can be the first woman on that. The Doctor: I think that somebody deserves a thank you. Lundvik: Yeah, probably. Thank you. Thank you for stopping me. Thank you for giving me the moon back. The Doctor: OK, Captain. Well, you've got a whole new space programme to get together. NASA is er, it's that way. About two and a half thousand miles. You still got your vortex manipulators? I'll give you a run home. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Not that it's any of my business, but I think you did the right thing. Clara: Yeah, you're right. It's none of your business. Come on, Courtney, off you go. Double Geography. Courtney: Can we do it again? Clara: Go. Go, go. Chop chop. [ DOOR CLOSES ] [ TARDIS WHIRRS ] Clara: Tell me what you knew. The Doctor: Nothing. I told you, I've got grey areas. Clara: Yeah. I noticed. Tell me what you knew, Doctor, or else I'll smack you so hard you'll regenerate. The Doctor: I knew that eggs are not bmb. I know they don't usually destroy their nests. Essentially, what I knew was that you would always make the best choice. I had faith that you would always make the right choice. Clara: Honestly, do you have music playing in your head when you say rubbish like that? The Doctor: It wasn't my decision to make. I told you. Clara: Well, why did you do it? Was it for Courtney, was that it? The Doctor: Well, she really is something special now, isn't she? First woman on the moon, saved the Earth from itself, and, rather bizarrely, she becomes the President of the United States. She met this bloke called Blinovitch Clara: Do you know what? Shut up! I am so sick of listening to you! The Doctor: Well, I didn't do it for Courtney. I didn't know what was going to happen. Do you think I'm lying? Clara: I don't know. I don't know. If you didn't do it for her, I mean. Do you know what? It was, it was cheap, it was pathetic. No, no, no. It was patronising. That was you patting us on the back, saying, you're big enough to go to the shops by yourself now. Go on, toddle along. The Doctor: No, that was me allowing you to make a choice about your own future. That was me respecting you. Clara: Oh, my God, really? Was it? Yeah, well, respected is not how I feel. The Doctor: Right. OK. Er. Clara: I nearly didn't press that button. I nearly got it wrong. That was you, my friend, making me scared. Making me feel like a bloody idiot. The Doctor: Language. Clara: Oh, don't you ever tell me to mind my language. Don't you ever tell me to take the sab off my bike. And don't you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable. You walk our Earth, Doctor, you breathe our air. You make us your friend, and that is your moon too. And you can damn well help us when we need it. The Doctor: I was helping. Clara: What, by clearing off? The Doctor: Yes. Clara: Yeah, well, clear off! Go on. You can clear off. Get back in your lonely, your lonely bloody TARDIS and you don't come back. The Doctor: Clara. Clara. Clara: You go away. OK? You go a long way away. [ DOOR SLAMS ] [ Class ] Danny: Hello. Clara: Hey. Now then. Danny: What've you been up to? Clara: The usual. Danny: It happened, didn't it? Clara: Well, he was wrong, wasn't he? Wasn't he? Danny, what do you think? Danny: I think I've seen this look before. Clara: No, you haven't. This is new for me. Danny: No, not on your face. On mine. Clara: What did you do? Danny: I left the army. Clara: You loved the army. Danny: Yep. And then one day I didn't. Clara: I'm done, I'm done. I am finished with it. I am, I am, I'm done. It's over. I'm finished with him, and I told him that. What is that face for? Why don't you believe me? Danny: Because you're still angry. You can never finish with anyone while they can still make you angry. Tell him when you're calm, and then tell me. Clara: When did you get to become so wise? Danny: Same way as anyone else. I had a really bad day.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x07 - k*ll the Moon"}	foreverdreaming
[ BREATHY GROWL ] The Doctor (O.C.): Start the clock. [ Dining car ] [ TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS ] Mrs. Pitt: Is there some sort of fancy dress thing on this evening? Maisie: I don't think so. Why do you ask? Mrs. Pitt: Well, that fellow over there, dressed as a mummy monster thing. Maisie: Who do you mean? I can't see him. Mrs. Pitt: You! You! Throw that man out of my dining car. It's disgusting. Waiter: I'm sorry, Madam. Which man? Mrs. Pitt: Which man?! I'll have your job. That man, right there, dressed as a monster. Maisie: Mama, there isn't anyone there. Are you feeling OK? Mrs. Pitt: Don't you dare lie to me, girl. I won't be made a fool of. Stop it. Stop it. Stop him at once. Right now. Maisie: Mama, there's no one there. You're worrying me. Do you want one of your pills? Mrs. Pitt: Oh, no! Get it off! Get it off! Maisie: Oh! Is there a doctor? Sorry, I need a doctor. Sorry, I don't know. She just, she just stopped. [ WHISTLE BLOWS ] [ Luggage van ] [ METALLIC THRUMMING ] The Doctor: Your train awaits, my lady. Clara: Wonderful. The Doctor: The baggage car. But thanks for lying. The real wonderful is through here. [ TRAIN BELL RINGS ] The Doctor: There were many trains to take the name Orient Express, but only one in space. [ Lounge ] ( BAND PLAY LOUNGE VERSION OF: Don't Stop Me Now by Queen ) Clara: Of course it is. Foxes ( singing ): So don't stop me now. The Doctor: Completely faithful recreation of the original Orient Express. Except slightly bigger. And in space. Oh, and the rails are actually hyperspace ribbons. But in every other respect, identical. Painstaking attention to detail. Foxes ( singing ): ♪ I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars... ♪ The Doctor: Most of the time. Foxes ( singing ): ♪ On a collision course I am a satellite, I'm out of control. I'm a sex machine ready to reload. Like an atom bmb, I'm about to oh, oh, oh... ♪ The Doctor: You're doing it again. Clara: Doing what? The Doctor: The smile. Clara: Yeah, I'm smiling. The Doctor: It's the sad smile. It's a smile but you're sad. It's confusing. It's like two emotions at once. It's like you're malfunctioning. Clara: Sorry. Foxes ( singing ): ♪ Travelling at the speed of light. Wanna make a supersonic woman of you. ♪ The Doctor: I just thought this would be a good one to... Clara: To end it. Yeah. It is. It's a good choice. A good one to end on. The Doctor: Yeah? Clara: Mmm hmm. The Doctor: Shall we? Clara: Mmm hmm,. Foxes ( singing ): ♪ ...gimme a call. Don't stop me now. Don't stop me. ♪ [ TING! ] Gus: Ladies and gentlemen. If you would be good enough to look from the windows on the right of the train, you'll be able to see the soaring majesty of the Magellan black hole. The Doctor: Oh, I remember when this was all planets as far as the eye could see. All gone now. Gobbled up by that beast. And there's that smile again. I don't even know how you do that. [ SHE CHUCKLES ] Clara: I really thought I hated you, you know? The Doctor: Well, thank God you kept that to yourself. There was this planet - Obsidian - the planet of perpetual darkness. Clara: I did. I did hate you. In fact, I hated you for weeks. The Doctor: Good, fine. Well, I'm glad that we cleared that up. There was also a planet that was made completely of shrubs. Clara: I went to a concert once. Can't remember who it was. But do you know what the singer said? The Doctor: Frankly, that would be an absolutely astonishing guess if I did know. Clara: She said, "hatred is too strong an emotion to waste on someone that you don't like." The Doctor: Were people really confused? Cos I'm confused. Did everybody leave? Clara: Shush. Shut up. Look, what I'm trying to say is, I don't hate you. I could never hate you. But I can't do this any more. Not the way you do it. The Doctor: Can I talk about the planets now? Clara: Yes. Go. The Doctor: Thedion Four. Constant acid rain. Had a lovely picnic there once, wearing a gas mask. Maisie: That's a lie. Clara: I'm sorry? Maisie: That's a lie, what you said. Thedion Four was destroyed thousands of years ago, so you couldn't have been there. Quell: Miss Pitt, are you sure you wouldn't rather rest in your room? Maisie: That man's a liar. Quell: Perhaps you'd allow Mister Carlyle here to escort you back. Carlyle: It'll be all right, miss. Just come with me. Quell: Sorry about that. I suppose it's understandable in the circumstances. I don't believe we've been introduced. Captain Quell. Clara: I'm Clara. This is the Doctor. Quell: Ah, another one. Clara: Sorry? Another what? Quell: Well, we've got doctors and professors coming out of our ears on this trip. So, what are you a doctor of? The Doctor: Now, there's a question that's never asked often enough. Let's say intestinal parasites. Quell: I'm beginning to think Miss Pitt was right about you. Clara: What's wrong with her? Did something happen? Quell: You mean you really don't know? [ Corridor ] Clara: There's a body and there's a mummy. I mean, can you not just get on a train? Did a wizard put a curse on you about mini-breaks? The Doctor: It might be nothing. Old ladies die all the time. It's practically their job description. Clara: And the monster? The Doctor: Well, seen by no one except her, which suggests that it wasn't there. A dying brain, lack of oxygen, hallucinations. Anyway, people do just die sometimes. She was over 100 years old. Clara: Says the two thousand year old man. The Doctor: Clara, you actually sound as if you want this to be a thing. Do you? Clara: No. No, look, fine. You know, if you think that there is nothing to worry about, then that is fine by me. The Doctor: Are you sure? Clara: Ah, yes, I'm sure. [ TRAIN BELL RINGS ] The Doctor: To our last hurrah. Clara: Our last, yeah. I mean, it's not like I'm never going to see you again. The Doctor: Isn't it? Clara: Is it? The Doctor: I thought that's what you wanted. Clara: No, what I mean, you're going to come round for dinner or something, aren't you? Do you, do you do that? Do you come round to people's houses for dinner? The Doctor: Of course. Why wouldn't I do that? Clara: I don't know. I thought you might find it boring. The Doctor: Is it boring? Clara: No. Clara: To the last hurrah. The Doctor: The last hurrah. [ Doctor's berth ] [ HE SIGHS ] The Doctor: It's nothing. Nothing. Definitely sure. 99% sure. Really? 99%? That's quite high. Is that the figure you're sticking with? OK, OK, 75. Well, that's jumped quite a bit. You've just lost 24%. [ Clara's berth ] Danny (O.C.): A train in space? Sounds pretty cool. Clara: So, what are you saying? Just because he brought me somewhere cool, I shouldn't dump him? [ Danny's place ] Danny: Well, one, you can't dump him because he's not your boyfriend. [ Clara's berth ] Danny (O.C.): And two, dumping him sounds a little scorched earth. [ Danny's place ] Danny: You still basically get on. [ Clara's berth ] Danny (O.C.): I think you should just enjoy your space... [ Danny's place ] Danny: Train. At least it's not dangerous. [ Clara's berth ] Clara: Yeah. It's pretty boring, really. [ Doctor's berth ] The Doctor: Because you know what this sounds like, don't you? No, do tell me. A mummy that only the victim can see. I was being rhetorical. I know exactly what this sounds like. [ Corridor ] [ SHE KNOCKS ] Clara ( whispers ): Doctor, are you awake? [ Caboose ] [ BUBBLING ] Perkins: Beautiful bit of kit, isn't it, sir? The Excelsior Life Extender. It's like driving around in a portable hospital. The Doctor: Yes, well, it didn't do Mrs Pitt much good, did it? Perkins: Got me there, sir. Certainly got me there. Maybe it malfunctioned. The Doctor: Oh, I don't think so. The records show that the machine did everything it could to keep her alive. Perkins: Yeah. And almost drained the battery doing it. The Doctor: What do you know? Perkins: Well, I know that when I find a man fiddling with a chair that someone died in, it's best to play my cards close to my chest. The Doctor: Really? Well, I know that when I find a man loitering near a chair that someone died in, I do just the same. Perkins: Perkins. Chief Engineer. The Doctor: The Doctor. Nosey Parker. Perkins ( chuckling ): Pleased to meet you, Doctor. Perkins: Course, there's a rumour that someone or some thing else might be responsible. [ Corridor ] Clara: Hello? [ WOMAN PANTS ] Are you OK? Hello? Excuse me? Excuse me? [ Luggage van ] Clara: Miss Pitt, wasn't it? Are you all right? Do you need some help? Maisie: My name's Maisie. I'm not mad. Clara: Oh, OK. Er, I didn't say you were, but you've had a bad day. I think anybody could do with a little bit of help after a day like today. Maisie: Computer, open the door. Gus: Call me Gus. I'm afraid this door can only be opened by executive order. Clara: Are you OK? [ SHE SOBS ] Maisie: They won't let me see her body. They should let me see her body, shouldn't they? Clara: Er, yeah, I should think so. It's in there, is it? OK, I have a friend who's really good with locks. Do you want to come with me, see if we can find him? [ ELECTRICAL CRACKLING ] Maisie: Oh! Clara: Or you could do that because that works, too. [ Lounge ] The Doctor: What's the most interesting thing about the Foretold? Moorhouse: I'm terribly sorry, I don't believe we've met. The Doctor: You know. The Foretold. Mythical mummy. Legend has it that if you see it, you're a dad man. Moorhouse: Yes, I know what it is. You see, I happen to be... The Doctor: Emil Moorhouse, professor of alien mythology. I'm the Doctor. Pleased to meet you. So, the most interesting thing about the Foretold. Go. Moorhouse: Er, well, it would have to be the time limit given before it kills you. I can't think of another myth where it's so specific. How does it go? Er, The number of evil twice over. They that bear the Foretold's stare have 66 seconds to live. The Doctor: No, no, no. Nice try. Very atmospheric. But that's not it. Try again. Moorhouse: A cynical man might say that you were trying to pump me for information. The Doctor: The myth of the Foretold first appeared over five thousand years ago. In some stories, there is a riddle or secret word that is supposed to make it stop. Some characters try to bargain with it, offer riches, confess sins. All to no avail. Moorhouse: Well, you certainly know a little mythology. The Doctor: I know a lot. Because, from time to time, it turns out to be true. [ Galley ] Chef: What is that? Chef #2: What? Chef: What is that? [ BREATHY GROWL ] [ Lounge ] Moorhouse: But that's the great appeal, isn't it? [ Galley ] Chef: Can't you see? [ Saloon ] Moorhouse: Earth legends are such dry, dusty affairs, and always fiction but up here, in the stars... [ Galley ] Chef #2: What are you talking about? Chef: Get it away! [ Saloon ] Moorhouse: ...anything's possible. That's why I chose this field, to be honest. Hoping one day I might meet a real monster. The Doctor: Isn't that everyone's dream? But you still haven't answered my riddle. What's the most interesting thing about the Foretold? Moorhouse: Well, you can't run from it, that's for sure. There are accounts of people trying, but it never works. No matter how far you run, it's always right there behind you. [ Galley ] Chef #2: There's nothing there! Chef: Can't you see it? Chef #3: Calm down. Chef: Get it away! Get it away! Chef #2: What's wrong with him? Chef: Get it away! Get it away! Chef: Get it away! Get it away! Chef #2: What is going on? Chef #3: Stumpy, open the door. Chef #2: Yeah, open the door. [ BREATHY GROWL ] Chef #2: Get out! Chef: Argh! Chef #2: He's unhinged! [ HE SCREAMS ] Chef #2: No! Stumpy! [ Saloon ] The Doctor: Nope. Even colder. Moorhouse: All right, I give up, you tell me. The Doctor: Mrs Pitt, the old woman who died. Moorhouse: She died of old age. Nothing supernatural. The Doctor: No. That's my answer. Moorhouse: Her death? The Doctor: No. The fact that you were here to witness it. The Doctor: Excuse me, Professor. Quell: In which carriage? [ Galley ] Quell: It was a heart attck. And if I hear anyone spreading rumours to the contrary, they'll be getting off at the next station, termination papers in hand. Are we clear? [ Vault ] Maisie: Do you know what you're doing? Clara: Nope. But I do need to be slightly more skilled than a high-heeled shoe. [ THEY CHUCKLE ] Maisie: Do you ever wish... bad things on people? Clara: Oh, yeah. All the time. Whoever designed this door, for a start. Maisie: She wasn't really my mum. She just made me call her that. She was my gran. Do you know why I wanted to see her body? Clara: Because you loved her very much and were missing her? Maisie ( chuckling ): No. You obviously never met her. No, I just felt really guilty. Like I'd been picturing her dying for years. Like a daydream. Not really meaning it. At least, I don't think I did. But now, it just feels like I made this happen. Clara: Hey, listen. You didn't do anything wrong. Difficult people, they can make you feel all sorts of things. But you didn't do it. You didn't kll her. She just died. Maisie: Are you sure about that? [ Corridor ] The Doctor: I think we need to talk. Quell: This matter does not concern the passengers. The Doctor: I'm not a passenger. I'm your worst nightmare. Quell: A mystery shopper. Oh, great. The Doctor: Really? That's your worst? OK, I'm a mystery shopper. I could do with an extra pillow and I'm very disappointed with your breakfast bar and all of the dying. [ Quell's office ] Quell: This is not exactly within your job description. The Doctor: Come on, Captain. Where would we all be if we all followed our job descriptions, hmm? Good question. Glad you asked. In your case, you'd be doing something instead of climbing inside a bottle. Quell: I have followed the procedure for accidental death to the letter. The Doctor: Yes, I'm sure you have. And I'm sure you do just enough of your job to avoid complaints. Quell: You don't know anything about me. The Doctor: Wounded in battle, honourable discharge. And this is just a guess, but I think you've had the fight knocked out of you. You expected this to be a cushy desk job where you could put your head down until retirement. Well, I'm sorry. As of today, that dream is over. Quell: There is no evidence of any attck or other parties... The Doctor: Yes, let's just sit around and wait for the evidence while the bodies pile up. Or here's a crazy thought. We could do something to stop it. Why am I even talking to you? [ Corridor ] Perkins: Er, passenger manifest, plan of the train and a list of stops for the past six months. The Doctor: Quick work, Perkins. Maybe too quick. Perkins: Yes, sir. I'm obviously the mummy. Or perhaps I was already looking into this. [ Vault ] Maisie: This Doctor. He's your what, exactly? Clara: He's not my anything. Maisie: Oh, you mean you're just friends. Clara: Yeah, Of course we're just friends. Oh. Well, not even friends, not any more. Maisie: Well, that clearly isn't true. Clara: It's true. It is. It's very true. Maisie: You do seem to be here together. Clara: Seriously? We're stuck in this carriage, probably all night, and all we can talk about is some man? Maisie: Some man? Clara: Not that kind of. Look, we, er, we knocked about together, we travelled and now we're stopping. This is a, I don't know, goodbye to the good times? Maisie: Were the good times all like this? [ SHE CHUCKLES ] Clara: Yeah. Now that you mention it... [ Engineer's room ] Mrs. Pitt: [on screen]: No! No! Get it out! Argh! The Doctor: 66 seconds. It fits the myth. Did you see the lights flicker? Moorhouse: Mmm. Perkins: Yeah, the lights went in the kitchen as well just before the chef saw it. Moorhouse: In all of the accounts, conventional wapon have no effect on the Foretold. It's immortal, unstoppable, unkillable. Perkins: Can we get a new expert? [ Vault ] Maisie: Oh, he was wrong. Clara: Yes. Yes. Yes, he was. Maisie: And, and high-handed and, and thoughtless and, and, and arrogant beyond belief. Clara: Exactly. Maisie: And you got on a train with him. Clara: I was saying goodbye. You can't end it on a slammed door. Maisie: Yes, you can. Anyone can do it. People do it all the time. Except, of course, when they can't. [ MAISIE SIGHS ] Life would be so much simpler if you liked the right people. People you're supposed to like. But then, I guess there'd be no fairy tales. [ BEEPING ] [ SOFT SNORING ] [ RINGING ] Clara: Doctor? The Doctor (O.C.): Wake up... [ Engineer's room ] The Doctor: Sleepy-head. Time for breakfast. Knowing this train, it'll taste... [ Vault ] The Doctor (O.C.): Amazing. Clara: Doctor, please, I'm in trouble... The Doctor (O.C.): Can't even get that right, huh? Clara: Doctor... [ Engineer's room ] The Doctor: Bad food on trains is traditional. [ Vault ] Clara: Doctor, please, just... [ Engineer's room ] The Doctor: Listen, there's been another mummy mrder. So our last hurrah... [ Vault ] Clara: Doc... The Doctor (O.C.): Just became a bit more interesting. Clara: I'm trapped! [ Engineer's room ] The Doctor: What? Where are you? [ Luggage van ] The Doctor: Clara! [ Vault ] [ KNOCKING ] The Doctor (O.C.): Is that you? Clara: Yes. Yes. Hello. Can you hear us? [ Luggage van ] The Doctor: Ow! Computer, can you open the door, please? Gus: Call me Gus. I'm afraid this door can only be opened by executive order. The Doctor: Oh. Forget it. [ CLARA SIGHS ] [ ELECTRONIC BLEEPING ] [ HE GROANS ] The Doctor: Oh. Now the stupid sonic... [ Vault ] Clara: What? The Doctor (O.C.): Screwdriver's not working. Clara: What? What do you mean, it's not working? Why? The Doctor: I don't know. Some sort of a... [ Luggage van ] The Doctor: Suppression field, I would guess. And it has to be a guess because, as I say, the stupid sonic screwdriver's not working. What are you even... [ Vault ] The Doctor (O.C.): Doing in there? Clara: Well, I was looking for you... [ Luggage van ] Clara (O.C.): Mister Nothing To Worry About. The Doctor: What, was I supposed to waken you up? Drag you out of bed... [ Vault ] The Doctor (O.C.): Because I had a hunch? I thought you didn't want to do this any more. Clara: Look, look, please, can we just not do this now? I think we might not be alone in here. ( quietly ) There's a sarcophagus. [ Luggage van ] The Doctor: Is it in there? [ Vault ] [ LOW HUMMING ] [ SHUFFLING ] Clara: I think we might just be about to find out. Turns out the sonic is working. [ Luggage van ] Clara (O.C.): Just not on the door we need. The Doctor: Clara, it's coming. [ Vault ] Clara: Doctor? Clara: Doctor, it's OK. It's er, it's full of bubble wrap. [ Luggage van ] The Doctor: But the lights? Quell: Doctor, move away from the door. The Doctor: My friend's inside. Quell: Then they're in trouble, too. I spoke to Head Office. There is no mystery shopper. You're not even on the passenger list. The Doctor: Clara, I'm going to have to call you back. Quell: Come on. The Doctor: You know, I'm going to have to mark you down for this. Quell: You are not a mystery shopper. For all I know, you're the one behind the killings. The Doctor: Oh, come on, Captain. How many people have to die before you stop looking the other way? [ Lounge ] [ gn ] Guard: Get back! [ gn ] Stay back! [ gn ] Quell: What do you think you're doing, man? Guard: Please, please! ( sobbing ) Stop! Quell: Get up, man. That's an order! [ HE WHIMPERS ] Quell: It turns out it's three. The amount of people that had to die before I stopped looking the other way. The Doctor: Thank you. Perkins: Same as the others? Guard: Excuse me please. Take his feet. Excuse me please. The Doctor: Ladies and gentlemen, could I have a moment of your time, please? There's a monster on this train that can only be seen by those about to die. If you do see it, you will have exactly 66 seconds left in which to live. But that isn't even the strangest thing. Do you know what is? You. The passengers. Experts in alien biology, mythology, physics. If I was putting together a team to analyse this thing, I'd pick you. And I think somebody has. Someone of immense power and influence has orchestrated this whole trip. Someone who I have no doubt is listening to us right now. So, are you going to step out from behind the curtain and give us our orders? Perkins: The engines. They've stopped. The Doctor: And the facade drops away because what use are a bunch of scientists without a lab? Perkins: Teleporter? The Doctor: No. Hard light holograms. They were never really here. Fake passengers to make up the numbers. Quell: That was my best guard. [ TING! ] Gus: Good morning, everyone. Around the room you will find a variety of scientific equipment. Your goal is to ascertain the Foretold's true nature, probe for weaknesses with a view to capture, after which we will reverse engineer its abilities. Isn't this exciting? The Doctor: You said capture, implying that you can't control this thing. And yet somehow you got it on board. How? Gus: There is an artefact, an ancient scroll. I have highlighted it for your convenience. For reasons currently unknown, the Foretold appears in the vicinity of this artefact. The Doctor: And kills at regular intervals. Quell: Then just maybe we should throw this thing out in the airlock. The Doctor: No! No! No! Perkins: Looks like they've thought of that. Moorhouse: What if we say no? Down tools. Refuse to work. Gus: That is your choice, of course. But it would be very upsetting were you all to die at the hands of the Foretold. Perkins: So hurry up, before it kills you. The Doctor: But even if they agree to this, how are they supposed to study a creature that they can't even see? We don't even know what the species is. The Doctor: Perkins, start the clock. Moorhouse: Approximately one point eight metres tall. Actually, seeing it in the flesh isn't nearly as rewarding as I thought it might be. The Doctor: Oh, dear. Hard cheese. What can you see? Details. Moorhouse: Yes. Yes, of course, of course. Uh Well, it just looks like er, a man in bandages. I The Doctor: What kind of bandages? Old? New? Moorhouse: Old. The Doctor: Whole? Ragged? Moorhouse: Ragged. Falling off in places. I don't know what you want me to tell you. The Doctor: Listen to me! You can see this thing. We can't. Tell us what you can see. Even the smallest detail might help save the next one. Moorhouse: The next one? You mean you can't save me? The Doctor: Well, that is implied, isn't it? Yes, this is probably the end for you. But make it count. Details, please. Moorhouse: Er, flesh. Some of it is visible... Perkins: 30 seconds. Moorhouse: Er, leathery. Ancient looking. Peat bog preserved. The Doctor: Keep talking. Don't waste this chance. Moorhouse: I want to bargain for my life. The Doctor: W-w-w-what? Moorhouse: Well, it says, some of the myths say if you, if you find the right word, if you make the right offer, then it lets you go. The Doctor: This is not a myth. This is real. Forget your superstitions. Tell us what you can see. Moorhouse: This is my life, my death. I'm going to fight for it how I want. Er, I give you... Perkins: Ten seconds. Moorhouse: My soul. I confess all sins. I give you all my worldly goods. Only, please, please, please. No! Perkins: Zero. [ TING! ] Gus: We apologise for any distress you may have just experienced. Grief counselling is available on request. On the bright side, I'm sure you've all collected a lot of data. Well done, everyone! Perkins: It's recording every death. The Doctor: Of course it is. That's why we're here. To study our own demise. So let's get to work. Come on. Chop, chop. [ PHONE RINGS ] The Doctor: Clara Oswald. [ Vault ] Clara: OK. So, first things first. The sarcophagus is actually a secure stasis unit. [ Lab ] The Doctor: Yes. It's where they want us to put the Foretold if we... [ Vault ] The Doctor (O.C.): ...capture it. Clara: Well, that would have been good to know. The Doctor (O.C.): Sorry. [ Lab ] The Doctor: Teeny bit busy round here. What else? [ TING! ] Gus: Please terminate your call and return to work. Clara (O.C.): We have some paperwork. Passenger manifests from... [ Vault ] Clara: Other ships. Maisie recognised a couple of the names. These are missing ships. The Doctor (O.C.): So, we're not the first. Clara: No. [ Lab ] Gus: Please terminate your call and return to work. Clara (O.C.): I've got some progress reports. [ Vault ] Clara: The Gloriana spent three days getting picked off by the Foretold. All died. Performance marked as poor. [ Galley ] [ TING! ] Gus: Warning. Decompression imminent. Please vacate the area. [ SHOUTING ] Chef #2: No! [ Vault ] Clara: The Valiant Heart. [ ALARM BEEPS ] [ SHOUTING ] 42 crew, four died. [ Lab ] Clara (O.C.): Performance, promising. Gus: Please terminate the call and return to work. Quell: I think you should do as it says. The Doctor: Clara, I have to go. Gus: I'm sorry. I know that must have been distressing for you. But if you are disobedient again, I will decompress another area containing less valuable passengers. The Doctor: Less valuable passengers? How does it choose? Perkins: Well, I'm assuming qualifications... The Doctor: No, no, no. Not the computer, the Foretold. How does it choose who to kll? We've assumed it's random. What if it's not? I want full histories on all the victims. Medical, social, personal. Gus: Well done. The Doctor: Don't mention it. Perkins: Doesn't seem to be any pattern. Their travel history, interests, health. It's all over the shop. Health? The Doctor: Health? Are you sure? Mrs Pitt, the first victim. She was over a hundred years old. The frailest passenger on board. Perkins: Oh but the next to go, the chef, was young and fit. It's random. Quell: The chef was ill. The Doctor: What? Quell: A rare blood disorder. Not contagious, but we kept it quiet. The Doctor: Because he worked with food. The next one, the guard? Quell: He wasn't ill as such, but he did have synthetic lungs implanted last year. Perkins: Professor Moorhouse. It seems he was physically fine but suffering from, here we are. Regular panic attcks after a car crash last year. The Doctor: It's picking off the weakest first. Sensing the illness somehow. The fake organs, even psychological issues. But this is good news, because it means we can work out who is next. I want the medical records of everybody alive who is still on board. If anyone's had as much as a cold, I want to know about it. Quell: You really think it can sense psychological issues? The Doctor: It seems so. Why? Quell: When you said I'd lost the stomach for a fight, I wasn't wounded in battle as such, but. My unit was bmb. I was the sole survivor. Not a scratch on me. But post-traumatic stress. Nightmares. Still can't sleep without pills. The Doctor: Which means that you are probably next. Which is good to know. Quell: Well, not for me. The Doctor: Well, of course not for you, because you're going to die. But I mean for us, from a research point of view. Quell: You know, for a doctor, your bedside manner leaves... The Doctor: Well, there's goes our head start. Perkins, start the clock. [ BREATHY GROWL ] The Doctor: What can you see? Quell: Almost feels out of focus. Gives me a headache just looking at it. The Doctor: Oh no, no, no, no. That didn't work before. Quell: What kind of soldier would I be, dying with bllts in my gn? [ gn ] Perkins: 50 seconds. Quell: Someone shut that man up! For the record, it didn't even flinch. The Doctor: Where is it now? Quell: Approximately twenty feet in front of me and closing. Perkins: Forty seconds. The Doctor: Am I close? Quell: It's passing right through you, like a ghost. Perkins: It's not a hologram. The Doctor: If you move, will it follow? Quell: Do you want me to move? Because I can certainly do that. The Doctor: Keep looking at it, but back off quick as you like. Quell: It's teleported away. [ BREATHY GROWL ] It's behind me. Perkins: Twenty seconds. Quell: I think this is it. Still, suppose it's not a bad way to go. Blood pumping, enemy at the gates and all that. And thank you, Doctor, for waking me up. It's reaching for me. Hands on my head. Perkins: Zero. Quell: Ah! The Doctor: Teleporter. That means tech. Then 66 seconds to do what? 66 seconds. That seems very, very specific. Too specific for organic. So, what, more tech? What? More? A countdown clock? Something charging? Perkins: A man just died in front of us. Can we not just have a moment? The Doctor: No. No, no, no. We can't do that. We can't mourn. People with gn to their heads, they cannot mourn. We do not have time to mourn. Everybody, what takes 66 seconds to charge up or to change state? Anyone? [ HE SIGHS ] Am I surrounded by idiots? If only I could see this thing. Perkins: Don't even joke about that. The Doctor: I'm not joking about it. One minute with me and this thing, it would be over! Perkins: You know, Doctor, I can't tell if you're a genius or just incredibly arrogant. The Doctor: Well, ah, on a good day, I'm both. Ancient tech. This thing has been around for centuries. How? Tech that keeps it alive. Tech that drains energy from the living. Scanner. The Doctor: Deep tissue scan. He's been leached of almost all energy on a cellular level. The heart attck is just a, is just a side effect. Perkins: Oh, it's not just a mummy, it's a vampire. Metaphorically speaking. The Doctor: But why take 66 seconds to drain us? Why not just pounce? Perkins: Phase. Moving energy out of phase. That takes about a minute, doesn't it? The Doctor: That's why only the victims can see it. It takes them out of phase so it can drain their energy. You, sir, are a genius! This explains everything! Apart from what it is and how it's doing it. Sorry, I jumped the gn there with the "you're a genius, that explains everything" remark. Perkins: Doctor, I think we know the next victim. The Doctor: Ah, of course. That makes perfect sense. [ Vault ] Clara ( quietly ): Look, she's had a bad day. That's all. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, it doesn't care. [ Lab ] The Doctor: Her bad day, her bereavement, her little breakdown puts her squarely in its cross hairs. She's next. [ Vault ] The Doctor (O.C.): Every simulation we've run confirms it. Clara: OK, but, but we're in here and, if we stay in here, that thing can't... The Doctor (O.C.): This thing can teleport. [ Lab ] The Doctor: We need her here. Even the computer agrees. [ Vault ] Clara: OK, so you can save her? Right? [ Lab ] The Doctor: Of course not. Why would you think that? This is another chance... [ Vault ] The Doctor (O.C.): To observe it in action. Clara: As it kills her. The Doctor (O.C.): Of course, as it kills her. [ Lab ] The Doctor: If it happens in there, it'll be a waste... [ Vault ] The Doctor (O.C.): So bring her to us. Clara: How? How exactly? She's never going to agree to this. [ Lab ] The Doctor: Well, I don't know. Lie to her. Tell her I can save her. Whatever it takes to get her here. [ Vault ] Maisie: What's he saying? Clara: He says. He says he can save you. [ Luggage van ] Maisie: I knew he could get us out of there. I told you, he's a good man. Clara: Yes. Yes, he is. Maisie: And to be honest, I don't know how convinced I am by this trauma sense thing, but if the Doctor says he can help me anyway, I mean, that has to be a good thing, doesn't it, Clara? [ Lab ] Maisie: Hello, again. I'm Maisie. The Doctor: Good for you. Clara: We passed the TARDIS on the way here. Thought about getting inside, hiding, pulling the levers and hoping for the best. But we couldn't even get in. There was a forcefield around it. The Doctor: It's probably Gus trying to block our escape route. Clara: But how does he even know what it is? Cos if he knows what it is, then he knows what you are. The Doctor: Well, he has tried to entice me here before. Free tickets, mysterious summons, he even phoned the TARDIS number. Do you know how difficult a number... Clara: You knew. You knew this was no relaxing break. You knew this was dangerous. The Doctor: I didn't know. I certainly hoped. Clara: OK, this. You see, this. This is why I'm leaving you. This. Because you lied. You lied to me, again. And now you've made me lie. You've made me your accomplice. Maisie: What? Sorry? When did you lie? Clara? Clara: Maisie, I am, I am so sorry. [ SHE GASPS ] [ BREATHY GROWL ] Perkins: Do we start the clock? The Doctor: Not yet. The Doctor: Focus. Focus. Focus! All of that is your grief, your trauma, your resentment. And now... it's mine. [ BREATHY GROWL ] Maisie: It's gone. The Doctor: No. No, it's not. Not for me. Cos now it thinks I'm you. The Doctor: Start the clock. Hello. [ BREATHY GROWL ] The Doctor: I'm so pleased to finally see you. I'm the Doctor and I will be your victim this evening. Are you my mummy? But you can't hurt me until my time is up. I think. So are there magic words? Is there a way to stop you in your tracks? Oh, you really didn't like your gran, did you? There's something visible under the bandages. By the way, you weren't being paranoid. She really did poison your pony. Maisie: Oh! The Doctor: Markings like the ones the scroll. Oh, and your father. Sorry. Maisie: What... The Doctor: A tattered piece of cloth attached to a length of wood that you will kll for. Perkins: 30 seconds. The Doctor: That doesn't sound like a scroll. That sounds like a flag! And if that sounds like a flag, if this is a flag, that means that you are a soldier, wounded in a forgotten wr thousands of years ago. But they've worked on you, haven't they, son? They've filled you full of kit. State of the art phase camouflage, personal teleporter. Perkins: Ten seconds. The Doctor: And all that tech inside you, it just won't let you die, will it? It won't let the wr end. It just won't let you stop until the wr is over. We surrender. Perkins: Zero. Maisie ( gasps ): I can see it again. Clara: It's OK. I think we all can. Perkins: Do I start the clock? The Doctor: No. [ BREATHY GROAN ] The Doctor: The clock has stopped. You're relieved, soldier. Perkins: Phew. He's not the only one. Clara: We were fighting that? The Doctor: So was he. Clara: Listen, what I said... The Doctor: Save it. We're not out of the woods yet. Well, Gus, I think we solved your little puzzle. Ancient soldier being driven by malfunctioning tech. Gus: Thank you so much for your efforts. They are greatly appreciated. Unfortunately, survivors of this exercise are not required. The Doctor: Ah, well, there's a shocker. Gus: Air will now be removed from the entire train. We hope you have enjoyed your journey on the Orient Express. Clara: I take it you know a way out? The Doctor: My enemy's enemy is my friend. Especially when he has a built in teleporter. Clara: Great! So use it! The Doctor: A little more work. Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: Couple of minutes. Max. I'll give you a shout. [ Beach ] The Doctor: Oh hello, again. Sleep well? Clara: Weren't we just on a train? The Doctor: Oh, that was ages ago. Clara: And? The Doctor: And what? Oh, and we got off the train. Oh, well, the teleporter worked eventually. Beamed everyone into the TARDIS. No casualties, just a bevy of sleeping beauties. I tried hacking Gus from the TARDIS, find out who set this all up. He really didn't like that. Set off some fail-safe thing. Blew up the train. Clara: Blew up the train? The Doctor: Blew up the train. But we got away. Then I dropped everyone off at the nearest civilised planet, which happened to be here. The Doctor: You seemed happy asleep so I just left you. Clara: So you saved everyone. The Doctor: No, I just saved you and I let everyone else suffocate. Ha, ha, ha. Clara: Hmm. The Doctor: Yeah, this is just my cover story. Clara: So, when you lied to Maisie, when you made me lie to Maisie... The Doctor: I couldn't risk Gus finding out my plan and stopping me. Clara: So you were pretending to be heartless. The Doctor: Would you like to think that about me? Would that make it easier? I didn't know if I could save her. I couldn't save Quell, I couldn't save Moorhouse. There was a good chance that she'd die too. At which point, I would have just moved onto the next, and the next, until I b*at it. Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones. But you still have to choose. [ TARDIS ] Perkins: Er, it's er, quite a vehicle you have here, Doctor. I won't pretend to understand half of it. Having said that, I did notice you've got a couple of drive stacks need replacing. The Doctor: Oh, you did, did you? Perkins: Yeah. You should get someone in. And a job like that takes forever. The Doctor: Really? Well, I suppose, whoever I did get in, it might just be easier to have them stay on board for a while. I don't suppose you'd know of anyone? Perkins: No. Sorry, Doctor, but I don't think I do. That job could er, change a man. The Doctor: Yes, it does. Frequently. The Doctor: Well, I won't keep you. Goodbye, Perkins. Good to meet you. Perkins: You too, Doctor. And er, good luck. Clara: Do you love it? The Doctor: Love what? Clara: I know it's scary and difficult, but do you love being the man making the impossible choice? The Doctor: Why would I? Clara: Because it's what you do, all day, every day. The Doctor: It's my life. Clara: Doesn't have to be. Is it like... The Doctor: Like what? Clara: An addiction? The Doctor: You can't really tell if something's an addiction till you try and give it up. Clara: And you never have. The Doctor: Let me know how it goes. [ PHONE RINGS ] Clara: Hey, Danny. How are you? Danny (O.C.): Fine. [ Danny's place ] Danny: So, is it done? [ TARDIS ] Clara: Yep. Mission accomplished. Listen, I can't talk now but I'll see you soon and, er, I love you. Danny (O.C.): I love you, too. Clara: Huh. No accounting for taste. Danny (O.C.): OK, see you soon. The Doctor: Was that Danny? What did he want? Clara: He's fine with it. The Doctor: Sorry, I Clara: Danny. He's fine with the idea of me and you knocking about. It was his idea that we stop but, he's decided he doesn't mind and neither do I. Oh, to hell with the last hurrah. Let's keep going. The Doctor: That's a big change of heart. Clara: Yeah, they happen. The Doctor: Seriously? Clara: Look, as long as you get me home safe and on time, everything is great. I am so sorry. I've had a wobble. It's a big wobble, but it's fine. Forget about it. Now, shut up and give me some planets. The Doctor: Well, I'm glad that you said that, because you know that one that's made entirely of shrubs. Are you sure about this? Clara: Are you? Have you ever been sure? The Doctor: No. Clara: Then what are you waiting for? Let's go! [ METALLIC THRUMMING ] Oh, that can't be good. Something nearby is leaching all the external dimensions. Aliens. Possibly. Oh, who am I kidding? Probably. Whatever they are, they're experimenting, they're testing, they are... they are dissecting. Trying to understand us, trying to understand... Three dimensions. ECHOING: Life support failing.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x08 - Mummy on the Orient Express"}	foreverdreaming
[ Apartment ] Roscoe (voice trembling): Police, please. Hello? Yes. I know who did it. Who did it all. I figured it out. ( Hissing ) No. No, I can't speak up. They might hear me. Oh, no. Oh, no. Listen. Listen. They are everywhere. All around. We've been so blind. ( He screams ) Operator (on phone): Hello? Sir? Are you in a safe place? Are you being held against your will? Sir? Season 8 Episode 9 Flatline Original air date: October 18, 2014 [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: You could leave all that stuff here, you know. We do have literally acres of room. Clara: Oh, no. It's all right. Danny's got a little bit territorial. The idea of me leaving so much as a toothbrush here. But, still, he's all right with us doing this which I admit's a little bit weird, cos you'd think if he had a problem with me leaving stuff in the TARDIS, he'd object to me travelling in the TARDIS. But he's not, so. The Doctor: Sorry. Stopped listening a while ago. OK. Er, same time you left, same place-ish. Clara: Ish? Don't give me an ish. The Doctor: These readings are very er, ishy. Clara: Er, Doctor? The Doctor: Uh huh? [ Wasteland ] The Doctor: Well. Well, I wonder what caused this? I don't think we're bigger, are we? Clara: Bristol? Doctor, we're in Bristol! The Doctor: And a hundred and twenty miles from where we should be. Impressive. Clara: No. Not impressive. Annoying. The Doctor: No. This is impressive. The Doctor: This is annoying. The TARDIS never does this. This is huge! Well, not literally huge. Slightly smaller than usual. Which is huge. Clara: Yes. I get it. You're excited. When can I go home? The Doctor: Your house isn't going anywhere. And neither is mine until I get this figured out. Could you not just let me enjoy this moment of not knowing something? I mean, it happens so rarely. Look, I don't think this is dangerous, but I wouldn't like you to get squished accidentally. Anyway, I need you to help me find out what's caused this. Clara: Fine. I'll go take a look around. [ Shopping precinct ] Fenton: It's your filth, Rigsy, start with your signature. Al: Oh, come on, there's no need for this. Fenton: There you go. Fenton: Get on with it. This is community service, not a holiday camp. [ TARDIS ] ( Alarm blares ) The Doctor: Now, that wasn't me, was it? The Doctor: Oh, that can't be good. [ Underpass ] Stan: Cheer up, love. Might never happen. George: Have some respect. She's grieving. Stan: Oh, sorry, love. I didn't mean nothing by it. Rigsy: Sorry about them. They're idiots. Clara: That's all right, don't worry. I've heard worse. Rigsy: I've lost someone, too. My Aunt Karina. Deaf as a post. Didn't really know her that well but she's still gone. Is your one in the mural? Clara: Oh, no. I haven't actually Rigsy: I'm sure they'll get round to it at some point. I'm not really with that lot out there. I just have to do this community service thing. I just do graffiti. Not anything, you know, mrder or Clara: So, er, what's all this about? What's happened to all these people? Rigsy: You mean you don't know? [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): Hey, I think I've found something. People are missing all over the estate. [ Wasteland ] Clara: Do you think there's a connection? The Doctor (O.C.): Could be. Clara: And where are you? The Doctor: (O.C.): Exactly where I was. Clara: No, you're not. I'm here and I can't see. Oh. The Doctor (O.C.): Yes. Oh. ( Clara laughs ) Clara: Oh, my God, that is so adorable. Are you in there? The Doctor (O.C.): Yes, I am. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: And, no, it's not adorable. It's very, very serious. Clara (O.C.): So is this more shrink ray stuff? Are you tiny in there? The Doctor: No. I'm exactly the same size. It's merely the exterior dimensions that have changed. [ Wasteland ] The Doctor: Stop laughing. This is serious. Clara: Yeah, well, I can't help it, can I, with you and your big old face. How are you going to get out? The Doctor: Well, plainly I can't. Something nearby is leeching all the external dimensions. Clara: Aliens? The Doctor: Possibly. Oh, who am I kidding? Probably. Sensors are down and I can't risk taking off with it in this state. Clara, I need you to pick up the TARDIS. Carefully. It should be possible. I've adjusted the relative gravity. [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): You mean you've made it lighter. The Doctor: Clara, it's always lighter. If the TARDIS were to land with its true weight, it would fracture the surface of the Earth. Clara (O.C.): Yeah, maybe a story for another time. What now? The Doctor: I've managed to get a rough fix on the source of the dimensional leeching. [ Wasteland ] The Doctor: It's roughly north west. That way. Clara: Please don't do that. That's just wrong. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Now, listen! You're going to need these. [ Wasteland ] Clara: Oh, wow. This is an honour. Does this mean I'm you now? The Doctor: No, it does not, so don't get any ideas. The Doctor: And listen, stick this in your ear. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Can you hear me? Clara (O.C.): Yes. [ Wasteland ] Clara: Ow! What just happened? The Doctor (O.C.): Nanotech. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: I just hacked your optic nerve. Clara (O.C.): What does that mean? The Doctor: I see what you see. [ Shopping precinct ] Clara: Anything? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Yes, I'm dizzy. But nothing useful. Rigsy (on scanner): You never did tell me your name. The Doctor: No time to fraternize. Come on, get rid of him. Clara (O.C.): I'm er [ Shopping precinct ] Clara: I'm the Doctor. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Don't you dare. Clara (O.C.): Doctor Oswald. [ Shopping precinct ] Clara: But you can call me Clara. Rigsy: I'm Rigsy. So er, what are you a doctor of? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Of lies. Clara (O.C.): Well, I'm usually quite vague about that. [ Shopping precinct ] Clara: I think I just picked the title because it makes me sound important. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Why, Doctor Oswald, you are hilarious. [ Shopping precinct ] The Doctor: (O.C.): Could we get back to work, do you think? Rigsy: What are you exactly? You don't smell like police but that's some pretty cool gear you got there. [ TARDIS ] Rigsy (on scanner): You like a spy, or something? The Doctor: Oh, he's a bright one, hang on to him. [ Apartment ] Rigsy: He was the last one to go missing. Rigsy: And when he disappeared all the doors and windows were locked from the inside. The Doctor (O.C.): Ooh, now you're talking. I love a good locked room mystery. Clara: Yeah, doesn't everyone? Rigsy: What? Clara: Huh? Oh, sorry. I'm talking to somebody else. He's listening in. Doctor, Rigsy, Rigsy, the Doctor. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Hello, barely sentient local. Rigsy (on scanner): Another Doctor? The Doctor: How do you sleep at night? [ Apartment ] The Doctor (O.C.): Missing people, tiny TARDIS, what's the link? Rigsy: I think this is great that someone's finally looking into this. The police weren't doing anything. They never do on this estate. People were thinking that no one was listening. That no one cared. [ TARDIS ] Rigsy (O.C.): So, yeah. I think it's great what you're doing. The Doctor: Clara, look, I think that we can manage on our own from now on. [ Apartment ] Clara: Yeah, well, I think he could still be useful. The Doctor (O.C.): He's a pudding brain. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Worse than that, he's a fluorescent pudding brain. Clara (O.C.): OK, fine. [ Apartment ] Clara: And all those other missing people, I suppose you know where they lived. Rigsy: He could still be in the room. Clara: Sorry, what? Rigsy: Sorry, nothing. I was just thinking out loud. [ TARDIS ] Rigsy (O.C.): It's like one of those locked room things you get in books. [ Apartment ] Rigsy: It's always something weird, like, he's still in the room or something. [ TARDIS ] Rigsy (O.C.): Do you want to go and check out another flat? The Doctor: Do you know, I think that you were wrong about this lad. I think that he could be very useful. Vital local knowledge. Clara (on scanner): Oh, really? The Doctor: Yes. So try not to scare him off. Clara (on scanner): How would I scare him off? [ Apartment ] Rigsy: Maybe he's lost in the desert, or something. Clara: OK, right [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): Are we missing something here? Missing man, locked room. Clara (O.C.): Shrink ray? [ Apartment ] Rigsy: Sorry, did you say just say shrink ray? Clara: What if he is still in this room like you said, only tiny? You know, like underneath the sofa or something. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, this is the [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Scaring off that we were talking about. [ Apartment ] Rigsy: OK. So er, my lunch break's nearly up. This this has been er, interesting. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, local knowledge is leaving. Do something! Clara: Rigsy! One sec. Doctor, open the doors. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: I didn't mean that! [ Apartment ] Clara: Look, you want him to stay or not? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: You really do throw your companions in at the deep end, don't you? [ Apartment ] Clara: Rigsy, come here. Meet the Doctor. Clara: So, what do you think? Tiny man idea. The Doctor: Yes, it's a lovely thought. Which is why I set the sonic to scan for that as soon as we entered. Pleased to meet you. Clara: And you didn't think to tell me? The Doctor: Well, of course he might have been squashed under a policeman's shoe by now. Rigsy: It's bigger. On the inside. The Doctor: Do you know, I don't think that statement's ever been truer. Rigsy: What are you? Like, aliens, or something? Clara: No. Well, he is. ( Alarm blares ) Clara: Doctor? Doctor, did you hear that? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Yes. Whatever it was, it just drained a massive amount of energy [ Apartment ] The Doctor: From inside the TARDIS. [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): What was it? [ Apartment ] The Doctor: I don't know, but that's the least of my problems. Just get us out of there. Clara: OK. Go. Rigsy, this is where we run. Stick with me. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: I mean this is just embarrassing. I'm from the race that built the TARDIS. Dimensions are kind of our thing. So why can't I understand this? [ Street ] The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, I need more info. Where else have people disappeared? [ Heath's house ] PC Forrest: MI5? Clara: Yes, this case has got our attention. PC Forrest: Well, you've come to the right place, ma'am. First reported disappearance, a Mister Heath. It's not on the estate, but it's exactly the same MO as the rest The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, I think that your shrink [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Ray theory was wrong. [ Heath's house ] Clara: My shrink ray theory? I thought you were already scanning for that. PC Forrest: It's like they vanished. Clara: Doctor? What are you doing? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: It just struck me. Locked room mysteries. Classic solution number one, they're still in the room. Classic solution number two, they're in the walls. [ Heath's house ] Clara: What do you mean, they're in the PC Forrest: Have we done as much as we could? No. Do we have any suspects? No. Off the record, I think the top brass are hoping if they ignore this it'll all just go away. Clara: Apparently they're in the walls. ( Mobile phone rings ) PC Forrest: PC Forrest. Yes, sir. MI5, sir. Rigsy: So, you and that bloke in a box. You do this sort of stuff a lot? Clara: Oh, well, he's usually out of the box. But, yep. [ Heath's livingroom ] PC Forrest: I don't know. Maybe they thought we weren't doing enough, sir. ( Crunching ) PC Forrest: Can I call you back? [ Heath's house ] Rigsy: So how'd you get this gig? You study science, or aliens, or something? ( Clara laughs ) Clara: No. Well, it's kind of a more of a right place, right time or wrong place, wrong time depending on how he's behaving. The Doctor (O.C.): I can hear you, you know. [ Heath's livingroom ] PC Forrest: Ma'am, there's something in here, I think. ( She screams ) ( She screams ) Clara: PC Forrest? Hello? Hello? Clara: Doctor, she's gone. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: What am I missing? The TARDIS should be able to detect anything in the known universe. The known universe. This universe. The Doctor: Clara, wait, go back. [ Heath's livingroom ] The Doctor (O.C.): Back, back, back. That mural. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: That is a nervous system [ Heath's livingroom ] The Doctor (O.C.): Scaled up and flattened. I think we've found PC Forrest. What's left of her, at least. Clara: Her nervous system. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: The mural in the flat. That wasn't a desert at all. It's a microscopic blow up of human skin. [ Heath's livingroom ] Clara: What? Why? The Doctor (O.C.): Whatever they are, they are experimenting. They're testing. They are, they are dissecting. Trying to understand us. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Trying to understand three dimensions. [ Heath's livingroom ] Rigsy: Ow. The handle. Clara: Doctor. The handle, they've flattened the handle. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Fascinating. Clara, they're in the walls! [ Heath's livingroom ] The Doctor (O.C.): Keep away from them. If they touch you, you're finished. Rigsy: What happens if they touch us? ( Hissing ) Clara: I really don't want to find out. Rigsy: They can't jump, can they? ( Mobile phone rings ) Clara: Hey, you. [ Park ] Danny: I've got our bench. Did you get held up? [ Heath's livingroom ] Clara: Just a little. Sorry, Danny. I think lunch is er, a bust. Danny (O.C.): Oh, hon, you're missing [ Park ] Danny: Some classic park action. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Clara, the window! [ Heath's livingroom ] Rigsy: Look! Look! They're climbing the walls. Danny (O.C.): Who was that? Clara: Er, that's just a guy on community support and I'm helping him find his auntie. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Nice. Not technically lying. [ Park ] Danny: Sounds kind of active. [ Heath's livingroom ] Clara: Er, yeah, there was a thing, er a thing. [ Park ] Danny: Where are you and are you in trouble? [ Heath's livingroom ] Clara: No, no, no, I'm fine! [ Park ] ( Glass smashes and screams ) Danny: Clara? Clara? [ Heath's front yard ] ( Car alarm ) Clara: Danny? Danny (O.C.): What's happening? Clara: Oh, not much, just some nonsense. Long story. Danny (O.C.): What story? Clara: Tell you later. Love you! [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: This explains everything. They're from a universe with only two dimensions. And, yes, that is a thing. It's long been theorised, of course, but no one could go there and prove its existence without a heck of a diet. The Doctor: And what long story are you going to tell Danny, huh? Or haven't you made it up yet? Clara (O.C.): Sorry, what? What was that? [ Subway ] The Doctor (O.C.): Excellent lying, Doctor Oswald. Clara: Yeah? Well, thought it was pretty weak myself. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: I meant to me. You told me that Danny was OK with you being back on board the TARDIS. [ Subway ] Clara: Well, he is. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Yeah, because he doesn't know anything about it. [ Subway ] Clara: Doctor The Doctor (O.C.): Congratulations. Lying is a vital survival skill. Clara: Well, there you go. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: And a terrible habit. [ Subway ] ( Static ) Clara: Ah. Doctor, you're breaking up a bit. ( Static ) The Doctor (O.C.): Yeah, of course I am. Clara: No, really, you are. I can't hear you. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: What? Oh, right, blwing out that window's possibly affected the earpiece. Take it out and sonic it. [ Subway ] Clara: Doing it. Rigsy: Hey! They can't do that. Hey! What you doing? Fenton: Our job. You're on report, by the way. Late back from lunch. Clara: Does it even still count as lying if you're doing for someone's own good? Well, like, technically their own good. Rigsy: It's a memorial! [ TARDIS ] Fenton (on scanner): Council didn't approve it, it's graffiti. Stan. The Doctor: Look, Clara. Talk to me, talk to me! Rigsy (O.C.): What are you doing? [ Subway ] The Doctor: Clara, the mural. Clara, it's the mural! Over there, look, the mural! We've found the missing people, they're in the walls! Clara: What do I do? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Act normal, but get everyone out. [ Subway ] Clara: They're very realistic. Who painted them? Rigsy: I don't know. A local artist. [ TARDIS ] Rigsy (O.C.): Probably a grieving relative. Clara (O.C.): Did you ever meet them? [ Subway ] Clara: Or did they just appear after people disappeared? Fenton: And who are you when you're at home, love? Clara: Health and safety. This subway is unsafe. Everyone needs to leave right now. Fenton: This is blank. Try again, sweetheart. Clara: What? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: What? It takes quite a lack of imagination to bat psychic paper. [ Subway ] Fenton: Stan. Do your job. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, stop him. ( Stan screams ) Rigsy: Stan! Al: What is this? What are they? The Doctor (O.C.): They're wearing the dad like camouflage. Clara: Forget Stan. Your friend's gone. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, get them out of there! Clara: We need to move. Now. [ Train shed ] George: Did they follow us? Cos I didn't see them follow us. Are we safe? Al: Are we really hiding from kller graffiti? This is insane. The Doctor (O.C.): I agree. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: We'll have to think of a better name for them than that. [ Train shed ] George: And Stan was one of them. Flattened, dad, but coming after us. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, this is a [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Vital stage. This little group is currently confused and disorientated [ Train shed ] The Doctor (O.C.): But pretty soon a leader is going to emerge. You need to make sure that leader is you. Clara: I'm on it. George. George, isn't it? Can you watch that area? If you hear anything, anything moves, you shout, OK? Fenton: He will do no such thing until I get some answers. Who are you? That's what I want to know. Impersonating a government official. Trespassing on council property. Clara: Seriously? Fenton: Seriously. Clara: Fine, I'll tell you who I am. I am the one chance you've got of staying alive. That's who I am. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Well done. [ Train shed ] Clara: Rigsy, how well do you know this area? Do you know where that door leads? Rigsy: It's the old Brunswick line. But it's not safe. Al: Well, there's safe and there's safe. Rigsy: Yeah, I know it. I used to go down there all the time. Fenton: Yeah, I'll bet you did. Painting your filth. Clara: Yeah, well, you might be glad he did. Those things come in here, that is our only way out. (quietly) I just hope I can keep them all alive. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Ah, welcome to my world. So what's next, Doctor Clara? [ Train shed ] Clara: Lie to them. The Doctor (O.C.): What? Clara: Lie to them. Give them hope. Tell them they're all going to be fine. Isn't that what you would do? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: In a manner of speaking. It's true that people with hope tend to run faster, whereas people who think they're doomed [ Train shed ] Clara: Dawdle. End up dad. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: So that's what I sound like. [ Train shed ] Fenton: Who's she talking to? Al: He says it's MI5. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Right, here's something that might help you. Do you remember the graffiti from the estate? Footprints, tyre treads? [ Train shed ] Clara: Vaguely. The Doctor (O.C.): Well, I don't think it was graffiti. I think that that is [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: How those creatures saw us. [ Train shed ] The Doctor (O.C.):The impressions we make in two dimensional space. That was them reaching out, attempting to talk. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: At which point they moved into flattening and dissection. Trying to understand. Trying to emulate. But here's the big question. Do they know they're hurting us? Clara (O.C.): So what? [ Train shed ] Clara: You think this is all one big misunderstanding? The Doctor (O.C.): That's a very good question. Why don't we ask them?' ( Static ) The Doctor (O.C.): We need to find a way to communicate. Clara: Why can't the TARDIS just translate? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Because their idea of language is just as bizarre as their idea of space. Even the TARDIS is confused. Fenton (O.C.): This is a bad idea. [ Train shed ] Fenton: What makes this colleague of yours think those monsters even want to talk? The Doctor (O.C.): I know a race [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Made of sentient gas who throw fireballs as a friendly wave. I know another race with sixty four stomachs who talk to each other by [ Train shed ] The Doctor (O.C.): Disembowelling. Clara: He's got a hunch. The Doctor (O.C.): My point being that in a universe as immense and bizarre as this one, you cannot be too quick to judge. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Perhaps these creatures don't even understand that we need three dimensions to live in. The Doctor: They may not even know that they're hurting us. [ Train shed ] Clara: Do you really believe that? The Doctor (O.C.): No. I really hope that. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: It would make a nice change, wouldn't it? OK. Let's start with pi. Even in a flat world they would have circles. I don't mean edible pie, I mean circular pi. Which I realise would also mean edible pie but anyway. ( Chirruping ) The Doctor: They're responding. The TARDIS is translating now. [ Train shed ] The Doctor (O.C.): It's a number. 55. Clara: 55? What does that mean? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Tenth Fibonacci number. Atomic number of caesium. [ Train shed ] Rigsy: I know what it means. We all have numbers on our jackets. Have to sign them out. [ TARDIS ] Rigsy (O.C.): That was the number on Stan's jacket, the man they flattened in the subway. [ Train shed ] Fenton: They're gloating. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: We don't know that. [ Train shed ] Clara: It could be an apology, for all we know? Al: Really? That's nice of them. Fenton: An apology? Are you seriously... ( Chirruping ) Clara: Shush, shush, shush. Listen. Wait. The Doctor (O.C.): Two, two: Twenty two. Clara: Twenty two. Rigsy: That's George. Fenton: Looks like your number's up, George. Now they're thrat. Clara: Maybe. Or maybe they're showing us they can read. Fenton: Oh, grow up. They're picking targets. Rigsy: Of course you'd see it that way. Fenton: What do you mean by that? Clara: George? Rigsy: Everyone's out to get you, aren't they? Fenton: In this case, they kind of are. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Clara, be careful. [ Train shed ] Clara: The tunnel! [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): Doctor, they've got George. The Doctor: I know. I did see. Clara (O.C.): What now? The Doctor: Give me a minute. I'm working on it. [ Disused tunnel ] Clara: Another flat handle. They were here. Not now. They've stopped chasing us, I think. It feels like they're cornering us. The Doctor (O.C.): You can't apply human logic. You're dealing with creatures from another dimension. Al: That's three exits all blocked by those creatures. Clara: Rigsy, where's the next exit? Rigsy: The only other one I can think of is where the old line joins the new, but it's a fair walk. Getting through that door would be quicker. Fenton: But we can't, can we? Rigsy: I'm just saying. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, I might be able to help with that door. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Give me five minutes. [ Disused tunnel ] Rigsy: It's one of mine. Do you like it? Clara: Yeah, not bad. So this thing you're working on? The Doctor (O.C.): I think I've figured out a way to restore three dimensions. At least on a small scale, say [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Door handles. Clara (O.C.): So, what's that, then? [ Disused tunnel ] Clara: A de-flattener? The Doctor (O.C.): We're not calling it a de-flattener. The Doctor (O.C.): This should be able to restore dimensions. You see what I've called it? Clara: Two D is. Two Dee Iz? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: No. Twodis. It's called the Twodis. Why'd I even bother? Well, give it a go, then. [ Disused tunnel ] Clara: Long way round it is. [ TARDIS ] ( Alarm blares ) The Doctor: Clara, I don't know how, but they're doing it again. They're leeching the TARDIS! Clara (O.C.): How? Your doors are closed. The Doctor: They've changed frequency. This time it's different. Clara (O.C.): Listen! [ Disused tunnel ] Clara: The Doctor thinks we might be in trouble. He thinks they might be close. Fenton: Where, exactly? Clara: I don't know. He's not sure. He's getting readings all around. Fenton: Oh, that's just great. Sounds important but means absolutely nothing. Can you tell your friend Al: Aaaargh! Aaaaaaaaargh! [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Of course. The next stage. 3D. [ Disused tunnel ] Rigsy: Run! Clara: Doctor? The door. [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): The handle's flattened. [ Disused tunnel ] The Doctor: I've boosted the output. Clara: And it will work this time? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Absolutely. [ Tunnel ] The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, stop. Use it again. It can reverse the process. Rigsy: There's a ladder at the end of this. If we get down into the tunnel, we can make it into daylight. Clara: Hang on! Hang on. Fenton: If it's flat, we're safe now, aren't we? Rigsy: They can't get through, can they? Clara: Wait. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: They have a new ability. Of course they have. Now they're 3D, they can restore dimensions. [ Tunnel ] The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, do you want the good news or the bad news? Clara: We're in the bad news! [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): I'm living the bad news! The Doctor: The good news is I've come up with a theoretical way to send them back to their own dimension. [ Tunnel ] Clara: Do it! Now! The Doctor (O.C.): And that's the bad news. The TARDIS doesn't have enough dimensional energy to pull it off. Clara: Great. What do you want me to do about it? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Apparently these things can pump it out as fast as they can steal it. [ Tunnel ] Clara: Maybe if I ask them really nicely, they'll fill you up again. Hey! Fenton: Give me that machine! Hand it over! Clara: Doctor? ( Alarm sounds ) Clara: Hello? Doctor? Look, can we please deal with this later? Because we need to move. [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): Doctor? Doctor, I dropped you down a hole. Where are you? The Doctor: I don't know. My shields have gone. Structural integrity is failing. Another blow like that and I've had it. The Doctor: Er, I'm on the train lines. And there's a train coming. Of course there is. Short-term re-materialisation? Not enough power. Teleport? Not enough power. Re-route the heart of the TARDIS through - not enough power! Not enough power! ( Train whistle blows ) Clara (O.C.): Can't you move the TARDIS? The Doctor: Clara, there is no power. The TARDIS couldn't boil an egg at the moment. Listen, do what you can to get those people out of there. [ Tunnel ] The Doctor (O.C.): You're stronger than you know. Rigsy: I wonder what they're like with ladders? Clara: No, I mean you move the TARDIS. Like... [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): Addams Family. The Doctor: Ha! ( Static on line ) [ Tunnel ] Clara: Doctor? Doctor? [ Track ] Rigsy: They'd be here if they were coming. Where are they? Fenton: There's no other way down, right? Hey! I'm talking to you. Rigsy: There is. An old service elevator near the mouth of the tunnel. Clara: We should go. Fenton: Oh, no. Fenton: And there's another train coming. ( Train whistle blows ) [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: I don't know if you can still hear me out there, but the TARDIS is now in siege mode. No way in, no way out. I managed to turn it on just before the train ht. But there's not enough power left now to turn it off. [ Track ] Bill: What's going on? Why the red light? Clara: MI5. We've got a, er Fenton: Blockage. In the tunnel. Clara: Can we ram the blockage? The train's empty, isn't it? Bill: Yeah, it's out of service, but you'd need someone to hold the dad man's handle. Won't run without it. Is this official? Because I've always wanted to ram something. Clara: Can we rig it to drive without that? Send it in with no driver? Clara: Rigsy! [ Driver's cab ] Clara: Er, what are you doing? Rigsy: I'm going to ram them, buy you some time. Clara: You'll die. Rigsy: Yeah, course I'll die. Now go! Clara: Well, why'd you want to do that? Rigsy: Just go, OK? Let me do this. Clara: OK, fine, yeah. And I'll always remember you. Rigsy: Fine. Great Clara: Cos I was just going to do this. Clara: No driver required. And I really like that hair band, but I suppose I'll just take it, will I? And every time I look at it, I'll remember the hero who died to save it. Come on. You're not getting off that lightly. There's work that needs doing. [ Track ] Clara: I quite liked that hair band. Rigsy: What is it? Clara: I think it's the TARDIS. [ Office ] Bill: They wear your skin? Fenton: I never thought I'd say this Bill: This is insane. Fenton: But I think preferred them when they were flat. Bill: What do you mean flat? Clara: Doctor? ( Static ) Clara: Doctor? What would you do now? No. What will I do now? OK, OK, OK. OK, the last thing the Doctor said was that the TARDIS needed energy. He said if it gets energy, he can bat them. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: No, no, no. What are you doing? [ Office ] Fenton: Leave her. She's lost it. Rigsy: Are you OK? Clara: Yeah, are you? Rigsy: I think I will be. What's this? Clara: Come on, Graffiti Boy, I've got a commission for you. Rigsy: I'm flattered but I don't think this is exactly the time Clara: Well, fine, if you don't think you're up to it. Rigsy: What do you need, exactly? [ Service tunnel ] Fenton: You're going to get us klled. This plan's insane. Clara: You want to walk? Walk. You want to stay? Then shush! Bill: They're coming! [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Life support failing. I don't know if you'll ever hear this, Clara. I don't even know if you're still alive out there. The Doctor: But you were good! And you made a mighty fine Doctor. [ Service tunnel ] Fenton: It's not working. You've klled us all. Bill: This is going to save us? Pumping energy into the wall? Clara: No. Not into the wall. Through the wall. Rule number one of being the Doctor. Use your enemy's power against them. Clara: They can't restore three dimensions to a door that never existed. Clara: It worked. They charged the TARDIS. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: I tried to talk. I want you to remember that. I tried to reach out, I tried to understand you, but I think that you understand us perfectly. [ Train shed ] The Doctor (O.C.): And I think you just don't care. And I don't know whether you are here to invde, infiltrate or just replace us. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: I don't suppose it really matters now. You are monsters. That is the role you seem determined to play. So it seems I must play mine. [ Track ] The Doctor: The man that stops the monsters. I'm sending you back to your own dimension. Who knows? Some of you may even survive the trip. And, if you do, remember this. You are not welcome here. This plane is protected. I am the Doctor. And I name you The Boneless. ( Boom ) [ Wasteland ] ( Chuckling ) Rigsy: Hi, Mum. It's me. Clara: You all right? Bill: I'm alive, and I've been inside that. I think I'm up on the deal. Come here. Bill: Thank you. You look chipper. Clara: Do people still say chipper? The Doctor: Apparently. Are you OK? Clara: I'm alive. The Doctor: And a lot of people died. Fenton: It's like a forest fre, though, isn't it? The objective is to save the great trees, not the brushwood. Am I right? The Doctor: It wasn't a fre, those weren't trees, those were people. Fenton: They were Community Payback scumbags, I wouldn't lose any sleep. The Doctor: I bet you wouldn't. Fenton: It's good to be alive though. Thank you. Seriously, thank you. The Doctor: Yes, a lot of people died and maybe the wrong people survived. Clara: Yeah, but we saved the world, right? The Doctor: We did. You did. Clara: OK, so, on balance The Doctor: Balance? Clara: Yeah, that's how you think, isn't it? The Doctor: Largely so other people don't have to. Clara: Yeah, well, I was you today. I was the Doctor. And, apparently, I was quite good at it. The Doctor: You heard that, did you? Clara: Yeah, but the power was going off so I suppose you were delirious. You didn't know what you were saying. The Doctor: Yes. The Doctor: Ah! The return of the fluorescent pudding brain. Clara: You do realise he can hear you now? The Doctor: I know. Your last painting was so good it saved the world. I can't wait to see what you do next. Rigsy: It's not going to be easy. I've got a hair band to live up to. ( She chuckles ) Thanks. Clara: Come here. Admit it. I did well. ( Phone rings ) The Doctor: Is that PE? Clara: Just say it. Why can't you just say it? Why can't you just say I did good? The Doctor: Talk to soldier boy. Clara: It's not him. Come on, why can't you say it? I was the Doctor and I was good. The Doctor: You were an exceptional Doctor, Clara. Clara: Thank you. The Doctor: Goodness had nothing to do with it. [ Room ] Missy: Clara. My Clara. I have chosen well. ( She laughs ) I think it's lovely. Automated voice: You have reached your destination. No, we haven't. We're supposed to be in the middle of London. 'You have reached your destination.' Oh, stop staying that! She's only saying it because it's true. We ARE in the middle of London.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x09 - Flatline"}	foreverdreaming
[ In a forest ] ( rustling ) ( she pants ) Maebh: I'm lost. Please, can you help me? The Doctor: It's that way. Are those trees? Maebh: I need the Doctor. Are you the Doctor? The Doctor: Yes. Do you have an appointment? You need an appointment to see the Doctor. Maebh: Please. Something's chasing me. [ TARDIS ] ( she gasps in wonder ) The Doctor: When you drink a glass of Coke, it's only this big, but it's actually got this much sugar in it. It works a bit like that. Maebh: What does? The Doctor: The TARDIS. It's bigger on the inside than the outside, or did you not notice? Maebh: I just thought it was supposed to be bigger on the inside, so I didn't say anything. The Doctor: Well, of course it's supposed to be bigger. Most people are confused by that. Maebh: I find everything confusing, nearly. So, I don't say anything. That's how come I'm in the woods. I thought Miss Oswald told me to find the Doctor. But it wasn't her. It was just in my head. The Doctor: Miss Oswald? Dark hair? Highly unpredictable? Surprisingly round face? Maebh: Everyone says she's in love with Mister Pink. The Doctor: The PE teacher. Maebh: Maths. I really like him. I was in his group. The Doctor: Mister Pink was looking after you? Well, that explains why you're lost. It doesn't surprise you that I know all about your school? Maebh: Everyone seems to know everything about everything, apart from me. The Doctor: That's not quite true. I, for instance, have no idea why, when the terrestrial navigation... The terrestrial navigation starts up, it closes down all the other systems. Maebh: You should ask somebody who knows. The Doctor: Hmm. That's another of the drawbacks of being the last of your species. No one to ask when your TARDIS won't start. ( metallic thrumming ) Navigation system: You have reached your destination. The Doctor: No, we haven't. We're supposed to be in the middle of London. Navigation system: You have reached your destination. The Doctor: Oh, stop saying that! Maebh: She's only saying it because it's true. We are in the middle of London. The Doctor: We are in the middle of a forest. Maebh: Come and see. [ Trafalgar Square ] Maebh: Nelson's Column. Do you like it? The Doctor: Do I. Sorry, what? Maebh: Do you like the forest being in Trafalgar Square? I think it's lovely. [ Zoo Museum ] Samson: Bradley! Sir! Tell him, sir! He's blinding me. Danny: Give me that, Bradley. Bradley: I'm allowed a torch, sir. I've got a note. I'm darkness phobic. Samson: Just because he's scared of the dark, sir, is he allowed to blind me? Danny: You're allowed a torch, Bradley, not a pocket supernova. OK, listen up. A few things to run through before we head home. Put your phone away, Bradley. Thank you. First, collect any rubbish you may have generated through midnight feasts or whatever... Danny: Hello? Hello? Ruby: Look at this. Why is this one so fat, miss? Clara: Because it was alive so long. Ruby: This ring, though. All the other rings are thin, but this one's fat and red, see? Clara: Must have been a good year to be a tree. George: I should have been relieved, you know. Danny: Oh, Coal Hill School. Sleepover. George: Sh, sh! ( keypad beeps ) ( electronic lock beeps ) George: Hang on. There's a knack to this. Danny: No, no, no, no, no. It moved. It moved. It's jammed, it's not locked. Come on, team. Bradley: What team? Samson: Wow! Sir, where are we? Danny: What do you mean, where are we? [ Ext. Zoo Museum ] Ruby: We can't have been asleep for that long, can we? Jenny Hill: Well, you've heard of leaves on the line. This is going to be slightly harder to clear Accra Reporter: In three hours' time, the Ghana Black Stars are due to play Sierra Leone in the African Cup of Nations. Paris Reporter: Est-ce que c'est bien le Bois de Boulogne? Non, c'est le centre-ville. Accra Reporter: It does not look like the pitch will be ready. Clara: You're always showing me amazing things. Well, I, Doctor, have finally got something amazing to show you. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Yes, well, there are some things I've never seen, but that's usually because I've chosen not to see them. Even my incredibly long life is too short for Les Miserables. Clara (O.C.): Oh, Doctor. [ Bus stop ] Clara: You're going to love this. The Doctor (O.C.): Well, when you come to collect this child, you can tell me then. Clara: Huh? What child? [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Young female human. Standard defenceless little girl. Your friend Mister Pink was supposed to be looking after her. [ Bus stop ] Clara: She probably has a name. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Good point. You. Have you got a name at all? Maebh: Maebh. My name's Maebh. [ Bus stop ] Clara: What? Maebh? [ TARDIS ] Clara (O.C.): Where are you? The Doctor: Trafalgar... [ Bus stop ] The Doctor (O.C.): ...Square. I found her wandering around the... [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: ...brand new forest. [ Bus stop ] Clara: Brand new forest? The Doctor (O.C.): Yes. It's like the... [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: ...New Forest, except even newer. [ Bus stop ] Clara: Is that the forest that's covering London? The Doctor (O.C.): Was that the amazing thing you were going to show me?' [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: It is amazing, but I saw it first. [ Bus stop ] Clara: Look, is she all right? Will you bring her over? The Doctor: No, I can't... [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: ...bring her over. I'm a Time Lord, not a childminder. Clara (O.C.): You've got a spaceship. [ Bus stop ] Clara: All we've got are Oyster cards. The Doctor (O.C.): And... [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: ...I've got a global rapid afforestation crisis to deal with. [ Zoo Museum ] Danny: What did they say? Clara: Who? Danny: The school. Parents. You were just on the phone. Clara: Oh, yeah. Rang school and parents. Yes, of course. Thought that was the priority. Danny: And? Clara: And I couldn't get through. Left messages. I'll try again. Danny: You didn't call the school. You called him. Clara: No, he called me, actually. I can't stop him calling me, can I? Danny: I thought you weren't in contact. Clara: London has just been taken over by a gigantic forest. Who do you want to talk to, Monty Don? Danny: I want to do my job, which is looking after these kids. Clara: Oh, really? How many kids? Danny: What? Clara: Where's Maebh Arden? Clara: She's with the Doctor. Danny: What? No, no, no, no, no. Maebh is a vulnerable kid. She's on medication. She's had an emotional trauma. He. Has he even been CRB checked? Clara: He didn't abduct her. She was lost. He found her. Bradley: I thought you said they were in love. Why are they shouting at each other? Ruby: That's what people do when they're in love. Don't you know anything? [ Cromwell Road ] Samson: Where are we actually going? Where is he taking us? Danny: Who wants to be a navigator? Children: Me, me, me! Danny: Good lad. Let's do this. Bradley: What's an avigator? Danny: We'll follow the lamp posts. That will keep us on Cromwell Road. We'll be able to orientate ourselves. Ruby: I thought we were getting a coach. Where's the coach? Danny: Well, Ruby, it seems there are a lot of trees in the way. Ruby: Why can't we just wait here until they've gone? Danny: Because trees don't just disappear, Ruby. Ruby: They just came. Why wouldn't they just go? Clara: The question is, how did they get here? Can a forest grow overnight, or have we been asleep for years, like Sleeping Beauty? Danny: No, the question is, how are we going to get these kids home? Clara: Oh, absolutely. Yeah. That is the big question. Danny: OK, team. It's crucial we stick together. If you start to fall behind, don't. Bradley, we're going to head north east first to collect Maebh from Trafalgar Square, then we're going south to the river. Come on, keep up! Ruby: What's he talking about? Where are we going? Clara: You are enjoying this just a little bit too much. Come on. Are you not even a little bit curious about how? Who? Why? When? Danny: I am curious. I am bewildered. I am, in fact, enchanted. But I'm not the priority. The kids are. Clara: You see, now, that attitude is (quietly) actually very attractive. Minister (on TV): The Government emergency committee, COBRA, has formulated an action plan. We will create pathways through the trees using carefully controlled fires. This will facilitate the movement of essential services. [ Trafalgar Square ] Minister (on phone): We are therefore asking you to stay in your homes. Fill your baths, sinks, and any buckets with fresh water. The Doctor: Why would there be no reading? Because they are actually made of wood. No circuits. No mechanism. Wood. Maebh: What's this for? The Doctor: This is a sonic screwdriver. It interacts with any form of communication you care to mention. Sadly, trees have no moving parts and don't communicate. Maebh: They communicate a bit, though. The Doctor: What? Maebh: Otherwise they wouldn't all grow at the same time, would they. The Doctor: So, what, do you think that's how spring begins? With a group message on Tree Facebook? Do you think they send texts to each other? Maebh: You don't need a phone to communicate, do you. I haven't phoned home, and I know my mum is worried about me. [ Arden house ] Maebh's Mom: You said you'd collect Maebh. It's all right, I'm collecting her. Soon as I find my car keys. I can't see a thing. Next door have planted bloody Hydrangeas and they've gone mental! I've had words with her about it before. She's... Maebh's Mom: Oh. I'll call you back. [ Brompton Road ] Ruby: Miss, in the museum, right, I was reading about reproduction... Clara: Oh, Ruby, this really isn't the right moment Ruby: ...and that said that trees have blossom, and then that turns into fruit or seeds or nuts. Right? Clara: Right, Ruby. Ruby: These trees have got blossom and nuts. Clara: Oh, yeah. That is strange. Samson: Nuts. That's unfortunate for you, isn't it, Bradley? You have an allergy, don't you? What if one of them falls on your head? Do you die, or swell up like a massive melon? Bradley: Shut it! [ Ext. Arden house ] Neighbour: I think we should have been consulted. What's it in aid of, even? Maebh's Mom: How far does this go? I need to collect Maebh. [ Trafalgar Square ] Danny: Trafalgar Square. Well done, Bradley. Excellent navigation skills. Clara: Ah ha! There it is. All sorted now. Come on. Bradley: Can we take a picture with the lion, sir? Please? Danny: Er, stay together, but OK. Clara: I cannot believe Bradley just said please. Danny: Really? Clara: Yeah. He usually prefers other means of persuasion. [ Flashback - English classroom ] Bradley: Give it! Give it! Miss! He won't lend me his dictionary. Clara: You could try saying please, Bradley. Boy: Aagh! ( loud crash ) [ Trafalgar Square ] Clara: And Ruby... [ Flashback - Maths classroom ] Danny: And how do we find X? Ruby? Ruby: It's there, sir. At the top. Danny: No, how do we find... Ruby: It's not lost. It's there at the top, Look! Danny: No, how do we find the value of X? Ruby: Why are you asking me all the questions? Give someone else a go. [ Trafalgar Square ] ( rumbling ) Clara: You bring out the best in them. Ruby: Look, sir. No rings. Trees usually have rings to tell you how old they are. This one's got no rings. Why's that then, sir? The Doctor: The rings mark the years of growth. One ring for each year. This grew up overnight. That whole tree is the result of just one night's growth, and they're still growing. Clara: Everyone, this is the Doctor, and he's going to sort everything out. Isn't that right, Doctor? It's what he does. The Doctor: Well, having looked at things, I think, probably, the answer to that is no. Clara: He always says that. He's really clever. The Doctor: Oh, yes, I am. Very clever. But what use is clever against trees? They don't listen to reason. You can't plead with them. You can't lie to them. They have no moving parts, no circuits. This is a natural event. Danny: How can it be natural for a tree to grow in one night? The Doctor: Exactly what they said about the Ice Age. How can whole glaciers just pop up out of nowhere? Well, they just did. That's how this planet grows - a series of catastrophes. Farewell to the Ice Age. Welcome to the Tree Age. Possibly. When the Ice Age was here, you lot managed to cook mammoth. Now there's a forest, you'll just have to eat nuts. Bradley: I can't eat nuts. I've got an allergy. Clara: Don't worry. It's a thing he does. He pretends he's not interested and then he has an idea. He's playing for time. The Doctor: Time. Interesting. Clara: See? Clever kicking in. The Doctor: A tree is a time machine. You plant a little acorn in 1795, and in the year 2016, there's an oak tree, there, in the same spot, with a tiny little bit of 1795 still alive inside of it. You can't create an overnight forest with extra special fertiliser. You have to mess with the fabric of time. And communicate with trees. [ TARDIS ] Clara: So you're saying it's an act of aggression? The Doctor: By trees? Ruby: Er, trees clean the air. Clara: Exactly. Well done, Ruby. Someone or something who's trying to scrub the atmosphere before colonising or invading. Ah, yes, Doctor. Ahem. This is Coal Hill Year Eight Gifted and Talented Group. Samson: What are the round bits for? The Doctor: Ask your teacher. Come on! Down from there! Hey! Away from the console. Come on. That's an antique. Get away from there! Don't touch that! The Doctor: Haven't any of you been struck by the fact that it's, look, it's bigger on the inside? Ruby: There wasn't a forest. Then there was a forest. Nothing surprises us any more. The Doctor: These trees all appeared at once. That wasn't a coincidence. There's no such thing as an arboreal coincidence. Something, someone has coordinated this. To coordinate, you need to communicate. Every communication channel on the TARDIS is open, and nothing. The Doctor: Except. Let me see that. Danny: Homework books. Why are these here? The Doctor: Maebh Arden. Maebh Arden. Which one is Maebh Arden? Which one's Maebh? Maebh? Maebh? Maebh? Maebh? Maebh? Maebh? Maebh? Maebh? Ruby: Oh, my God. Maebh's gone. Maebh's lost in the forest. Maebh's going to die! The Doctor: Argh! Clara: Ruby, that's enough! Doctor? The Doctor: We've got to find her! Clara: Yes, I know that we have to find her. Doctor, listen to me. Her sister went missing last year. She's on medication. The child is barely functioning. She hears voices. She's very vulnerable. The Doctor: What do the voices say? Clara: I don't know. She takes tablets and they stop. The Doctor: You people. You never learn. If a child is speaking, listen to it. Danny: Oh, like you listened to her? The Doctor: He's right. She was trying to tell me something and I ignored her. Maebh Arden is tuned to a different channel. She can lead us to the source, to the heart of the forest. We have to listen to her. We have to find her. Clara: Not everything can be fixed with a screwdriver. It's not a magic wand. The Doctor: Does she have a phone? Clara: Well, yes, she does. The Doctor: Have you got the number? Clara: Er, yep. The Doctor: Maebh Arden. Five hundred yards south east of here. I'll go get her. Danny: I'll go with him. Clara: Oh, I can go. You can... Danny: You haven't seen him for months? Clara: Something like that. Danny: You didn't even say hello. You just sprung straight into action. Special unit. Ruby: This is so cool. The Doctor: Hey! Do not. Touch. Anything. Anything. H-h-OK? Ruby: OK. Clara: See? Someone needs to go. Child protection. [ Northumberland Avenue ] The Doctor: Gifted and talented? Really? Clara: Furious, fearful, tongue-tied. They're all superpowers if you use them properly. Are they going to be all right? The Doctor: They're in the TARDIS, the safest place on the planet. ( rumbling and crashing ) The Doctor: If this is an invasion... Clara: What? The Doctor: ...It's over. They're here, they've won. What do they want? [ Trafalgar Square ] ( they cough ) Ruby: I'm not just going to stand here and let her die. Danny: Who? Ruby: Miss. You let her go off with some randomer into the forest. You're supposed to be madly in love with her. Danny: I'm? Who said that? Ruby: Everyone. Samson: She's probably dad now anyway. Crushed by Nelson. Ruby: What if the trees collapse on her, and kll her? Danny: You're worrying too much. Ruby: Yeah, but what if the wild animals come out and eat her? Danny: Ruby, you're letting your imagination run away with you. Ruby: I'm not, though, am I, because I haven't got an imagination. You can ask Miss Oswald. Danny: OK, then. Come on, team, let's do this. Samson: We will, if you stop calling us a team. [ Forest ] Maebh's Mom: Maebh! [ Northumberland Avenue ] Clara: Doctor? Look behind us. The path we just walked down. It's overgrown already. The Doctor: Clara! Clara: Why would she put her phone down? The Doctor: Doesn't want to be followed? Lost a hold of it in a struggle? Left it as a clue, so we would know where she was going? Trail of breadcrumbs. Hansel and Gretel. Clara: I'm actually frightened. I never get frightened. Why am I frightened? The Doctor: You just lost a little girl. Clara: Yes, that is a worry, but I know you'll find her. No, no, no. This is not a worry, this is a dread. Maebh! The Doctor: You're pursuing a little lost girl through a mysterious forest. The path has disappeared. You find yourself with a strangely compelling masculine figure. Maebh! Clara: Any minute now we're going to find a gingerbread cottage with a cannibal witch inside. Maebh! The Doctor: Exactly. The forest. It's in all the stories that kept you awake at night. The forest is mankind's nightmare. [ Forest ] ( she pants ) The Doctor: Clara. Is it hers? Clara: Yes. Clever girl. Man: Get back! We're burning here. Stay back. Clara: We're looking for a little girl. Man: Stay back. We're about to burn. Man: Good job! Man: What's going on? Trees aren't responding to flame-thrower. I mean, they don't catch fre. They just don't catch. It's like they're flame proof or something. The Doctor: Trees control the oxygen on this planet. They withhold it, they smother the fre. What sort of forest is clever? What sort of forest has its own in-built fre extinguisher? Clara: What do they want? The Doctor: Why now? Clara: What do you mean, why now? The Doctor: The whole natural order is turning against this planet. But why? Why now? Clara: Well, what else? The Doctor: How did she know this? Clara: What is it? The Doctor: This is a massive solar flare headed for Earth, like the one that destroyed the Bank of Karabraxos. I've got an entire TARDIS and I didn't notice this. But she knew. How? Clara: This is Maebh's. Where did you get this? The Doctor: You left your marking in the TARDIS. Clara: Oh, great, right, well, that's just brilliant, isn't it. You don't think Danny saw this, do you? The Doctor: I've just informed you that a solar flare is going to wipe out your planet. You're worried about a row with your boyfriend. How did she know this? She even put the date on it! Clara: I always make them date their homework. The Doctor: It's today's date. Clara: Well, there must be a way? The Doctor: They want something. They're saying something. If there is a way, the way is Maebh Arden. Clara: OK, you know they're not really gifted and talented, don't you? I just tell them that to make them feel good. The Doctor: She's lost someone. People who've lost someone, they're always listening, always looking, always hoping. So, they notice more. They hear more. ( howling ) Clara: Was that a howl? ( more howling ) Clara: Was that a wolf? No. That is impossible. We're in London. The Doctor: Would that be the London with the zoo? The zoo with the pack of wolves? The zoo whose barriers and gates have probably been mangled by the trees? No, wolves are not impossible. Stick to the path, Red Riding Hood. Clara: There is no path. ( more howling ) The Doctor: Then we're lunch. ( she pants ) ( low, soft growling ) ( growling gets louder ) ( wolf snarls ) ( she screams ) Clara: Maebh? ( wolves snarl, maebh pants ) ( wolves bark ) Clara: Maebh! Doctor, give me a boost so I can pull her over. Maebh? Maebh! The Doctor: Maebh. You came looking for me. You didn't... The Doctor: Maebh, Maebh, you didn't just stumble into the TARDIS. Tell me what you know. Clara: Doctor... The Doctor: This is important. Clara: Yes. Can we please deal with the wolves first? The Doctor: These are zoo wolves. They're not even used to hunting. Clara: Doctor! ( wolves snarl ) The Doctor: Right, OK. We've just got to look as if we're too much bother to eat, right? So, stay still. Stay together. Look big. Look big like a big three-headed, six-legged scary thing! ( wolves whine ) The Doctor: Ha ha! Told you they were rubbish. Those wolves are terrified. Clara: What are wolves frightened of? ( deep, throaty growl ) ( tiger roars ) The Doctor: There are very good solid scientific reasons for being really quite frightened just now. ( tiger roars and snarls ) ( danny and kids cheer ) Clara: Mister Pink! Why, thank you very much. Danny: Ah, no problem. Just decided it was best not to leave you alone with him. They've worked well together. Noticeable increase in confidence and energy levels. Clara: Well done. And for saving us from a tiger, too. Danny: Er, has she had her medication yet? Clara: Oh. No, I... The Doctor: No, no. Not her medication. We don't want to shut her up. We want to know what she knows. Maebh, what's the. Maebh, what is this? What is this? Danny: Apart from being almost savaged by a tiger and abducted by a Scotsman, she's allowed any nervous tics she likes, OK? The Doctor: This is not a nervous tic. This is react... Ruby: Please! Just give her her tablets. She's been in a state since her sister went missing. Danny: Maebh! Maebh! Maebh! Ruby: You won't find your sister out there. [ Clearing ] Ruby: Miss? What is it, miss? Maebh: It's coming. It's coming for everyone, and I can't unthink it. The Doctor: Maebh. Maebh, this forest is communicating. With you. Nobody else. No technology can hear what it's saying, but you can. Tell us what it wants. Where it came from. Just tell me who did this. Maebh: It was me. I did this. I did these trees. The Doctor: No, Maebh. You didn't make a global forest appear overnight. How could you do that? Maebh: Thoughts come to me. Ever since Annabel went missing, I look for her everywhere. I don't find her, but I find thoughts. The big forest was one. I thought everyone would love it. The thoughts! The thoughts! They go so fast. Bradley: This is stressing me now. When I get stressed, I forget my anger management. Clara: Maebh, can you see something that we can't see? Maebh: Nearly. Too fast. Everywhere. The Doctor: Everything's subject to gravity. If I can create a little local increase... Danny: No. You're not experimenting on... ( she gasps in wonder ) Maebh: They're lovely! They don't like it when you're holding them. They want you to let them go. The Doctor: Who are they? Maebh & Here (in unison): We are Here. Here, always, since the beginning and until the end. The Doctor: Here? That's it? Here: We are the green sht that grow between the cracks, the grass that grows over the mass graves. After your wars are over, we will still be Here. We are the life that prevails. The Doctor: Why now? Why are you here now? Here: We hear the call and we come, as we came before to the great North Forest, where we lie still in a great circle. As we came to the vast Southern Forest. The Doctor: Who is calling you now? Here: The sun that creates. The sun that destroys. You are hurting us. Let us go. The Doctor: You sent for me. The girl came looking for me. Why? Why me? Here: We did not send. Pain. Did not send for you. We don't know you. We were here before you and will be here after you. Samson: That was actually quite cool. ( maebh gives a small cry ) The Doctor: Maebh, you came looking for the Doctor. Think. Who sent you for the Doctor? Maebh: It was just a thought. It was just a thought that came. I think it came from Miss. Maebh: They've gone. Why does everything have to go? Clara: This really is going to happen, isn't it? The Doctor: Stars implode. Planets grow cold. Catastrophe is the metabolism of the universe. I can fight monsters. I can't fight physics. Clara: Why would trees want to kll us? We love trees. The Doctor: You've been chopping them down for furniture for centuries. If that's love, no wonder they're calling down fre from the heavens. Clara: But we saw the future. Lots of futures. Earth's futures. The Doctor: They're about to be erased. Clara: If you can't save them all, save who you can. The TARDIS. It's a lifeboat, isn't it? Not everybody has to die. ( rumbling ) Danny: ♪ Everywhere we go-o-o! ♪ Children: ♪ Everywhere we go-o-o! ♪ Danny: ♪ People wanna kno-o-ow! ♪ Children: ♪ People wanna kno-o-ow! ♪ Danny: ♪ Who we a-a-re. ♪ Children: ♪ Who we a-a-re. ♪ Danny: ♪ We are the Coal Hill Gifted and Talented... ♪ Children: We are the Coal Hill Gifted and Talented... ♪ [ Trafalgar Square ] Danny: Right, come on, team. Clara: When they're done, you need to get in your box and go. The Doctor: We're all going. We're taking the kids. Clara: Taking them where? What are you going do with them? Leave them on an asteroid? Find a space academy for the gifted and talented? They just want their mums and dads, and they're never going to stop wanting them. The Doctor: I can save you and Danny. Clara: Danny Pink will never leave those kids so long as he is breathing. ( kids cheer ) Danny: Come on, team. Bradley: Can we take another selfie, sir? Danny: Of course. Come on, then. Children: Yes! The Doctor: I can save you. Clara: I don't want you to. The Doctor: What, you don't want to live? Clara: Of course I want to live. I just... The Doctor: What? Clara: Don't make me say it. The Doctor: Say what? Clara: I don't want to be the last of my kind. The Doctor: Then why did you bring us all here? Clara: Because it's the only way to get you back to the TARDIS, make you think you're saving someone. Well, you know what, Doctor? This time, the human race is saving you. Clara: Make it worthwhile. The Doctor: This is my world, too. I walk your earth, I breathe your air. Clara: And on behalf of this world, you're very welcome. Now, go. Save the next one. The Doctor: Maebh! I'm sorry that I couldn't help you. Maebh: You helped me loads. I thought it was all my fault. I feel much better now. Are you going to get rid of the forest? Clara: Hard to get rid of a flame-proof forest, Maebh, eh? Come on. Samson: Government crews have been deployed with the latest defo, deefoo... Danny: Defoliant agents, Samson. They're used to take the leaves off the trees so they're easier to burn. Bradley: That's harsh. ( metallic thrumming ) Bradley: Where's he going? Clara: Home. He's going home. Which is exactly where we're going. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Flame-proof forest... Flame... proof... forest! A thousand atom bmb and no one hurt... I am Doctor Idiot! [ Forest ] The Doctor (O.C.): Clara! Come back here! Come back! Danny: He's calling you. Clara: Yes. Let him call. This is more important. The Doctor: Clara! Mister Pink! Maebh! All of you! Quick, quick! Come back. Come back. Come on. The Doctor: Maebh, quick. Good girl, good girl. Come on. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: It's there on the screen, look. Big solar flare headed this way. A thousand kilometres a second. Coronal mass ejection. Geomagnetic storm. It's huge. It's brewing up a solar wind big enough to blow this whole planet away. The Doctor: I assumed your teachers have mentioned this? Clara: I thought it would spoil an otherwise enjoyable walk. The Doctor: OK. OK. Well, this is the bad news. The good news is, it's happened before. And you're still here. The Tunguska Blast, 1908. That should have blown the whole planet off its axis, but it didn't. It knocked a few trees over. Well, a few tens of thousands of trees over. Curuçá in Brazil. Same story. Earth should have been smashed, but it wasn't. What do these things have in common? Ruby: They're really, really scaring us? The Doctor: Trees. Whenever there's a planet-thrat, extra-terrestrial impact, trees. Massive forest, filling the atmosphere with oxygen. Pumping it up like a massive, highly inflammable airbag, so that when trouble hits... Samson: Everyone dies. The Doctor: No. The impact burns off the excess oxygen. You have some fairly hectic weather for a few days and some fairly trippy looking sunsets, but apart from that, you will be all right. I was wrong. The trees are not your enemy. They're your shield. They've been saving you since for ever. Protecting you from everything that space can throw at you. Clara: The wide ring. The red ring. In the museum, Ruby saw a cross-section of a tree. One of the rings was wider than the others, and red. The Doctor: Atmospheric dust, captured by the trees. The fingerprint of an asteroid. Happy Red Ring Day. Ruby: I don't get it. If they're good, then why are we chopping them down? Danny: The Government are sending out defoliating teams. They're dropping chemicals on them right now. The Doctor: What is it with you people? You hear voices, you want to shut them up. The trees come to save you, you want to chop them down. Clara: Or you think you need to save the world when it's already saving itself. The Doctor: I did admit that I was wrong. Excellent. Mobile networks are still operative. Right. We are going to call everyone on Earth and tell them to leave the trees alone. Maebh: Can I do it? I started it. I should finish it. The Doctor: OK. OK. Class project. Save the Earth. ( kids conferring ) Maebh: OK. And I think that's it. ( many mobile phones ringing ) ( ringing echoes around the world ) [ Trafalgar Square ] ( mobile phone rings ) Maebh (O.C.): Essential services have been disrupted due to an unexpected forest. Maebh's Mom: Maebh? Where are you? [ TARDIS ] Maebh: We'd like to reassure you that the situation will be rectified very soon. Please don't be scared. And please don't chop, spray or harm the trees. They're here to help. Be less scared. Be more trusting. Oh, and Annabel Arden, please come home. The Doctor: OK, who would like to witness a once in a billion years solar event at close quarters? Maebh: Mum! There's my mum! [ Trafalgar Square ] Maebh's Mom: I thought I'd lost you too. Maebh: Never. Not ever. Clara: So, trip to space, anyone? Ruby: I want my mum. Samson: I slightly want my mum, too. Clara: Tell them, Mister Pink, what an educational opportunity... Danny: You, you go. This. This is enough for me. Clara: What? Coronal ejections, geomagnetic storms. How often do you get a playlist like that? Danny: I was a soldier. I put myself at risk. I didn't try too hard to survive, but somehow, here I am. And now I can see what I nearly lost. And it's enough. I don't want to see more things. I want to see the things in front of me more clearly. There are wonders here, Clara Oswald. Bradley saying please, that's a wonder. One person is more amazing, harder to understand, but more amazing than universes. Clara: Really? What person is that, then? ( kids cheer ) Ruby: I told you. I said so, didn't I? [ Brompton Road ] Clara: We could have a picnic. Danny: You can't. You've got marking. Clara: Oh. Well, no, no, no. That was, er, from ages ago. You see, what happened was... Danny: They always write the date neatly at the top of the page. Clara: Yeah, they do, don't they? Danny: Last Friday. You were on the TARDIS last Friday. Today, you thought the world was going to end. You still didn't tell me the truth. Clara: I tried. He interrupted. Danny: I just want to know the truth. I don't care what it is. I just want to know it. Like Maebh said. Like the forest. Fear a little bit less, trust a bit more. Clara: OK. Well... Danny: No, not now. Go home and do your marking. Think about it, then tell me. I saved you from a tiger today. I deserve at least that. Clara: Yes, you did. And yes, you do. [ Space ] The Doctor: I hope I'm right. It would be slightly awkward if the world was destroyed at this point. Clara: What? ( flames rumble ) The Doctor: There goes the planet-sized airbag. That's the trees, harvesting the solar fre. [ Room ] Missy: Now, that was surprising. And I love surprises. [ Clara's veranda ] ( chirping, fluttering sounds ) Clara: That is amazing. How will they explain this tomorrow? The Doctor: You'll all forget it ever happened. Clara: We are not going to forget an overnight forest. The Doctor: You forgot the last time. You remembered the fear and you put it into fairy stories. It's a human superpower, forgetting. If you remembered how things felt, you'd have stopped having wars. And stopped having babies. [ Ext. Arden house ] Maebh's Mom: Annabel! My Annabel! Maebh:I knew you'd be here. The thought of you came to me. Clara? Do I have your attention? You will never step inside your TARDIS again. Clara, what are you doing? Time can be rewritten. Oh, Clara, my Clara, I don't think you will! You know who I am. I'm not Clara Oswald. Clara Oswald has never existed.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x10 - In the Forest of the Night"}	foreverdreaming
[ Park ] (phone rings) Danny: Clara! Clara (O.C.): Shut up. Danny: Is that how we communicate now? [ Clara's place ] Clara: Shut up, shut up, shut up. I need to talk to you. [ Park ] Danny: All right. Well, I'll be there in a couple of minutes, so... [ Clara's place ] Clara: No, no, Not while you're in the room. [ Park ] Danny: Oh, stupid me. The very idea. [ Clara's place ] Clara: Shut up! Danny (O.C.): OK. Clara: Stay shut up. [ Park ] Danny: OK. Clara (O.C.): Things to say. [ Clara's place ] Clara: Not all of them good. Danny (O.C.): Oh, wouldn't it be better... [ Park ] Danny: ...if I was actually there? Clara (O.C.): Oh, Danny, everything is... [ Clara's place ] Clara: ...better when you're here, but maybe... Maybe not this. OK. Um... OK, before all of that. Before all of the stuff... [ Park ] Clara (O.C.): ...that I did wrong. [ Clara's place ] Clara: I love you. [ Road ] Danny: I love you. Clara: No, not like that. Not like it's atmatic. [ Clara's place ] Clara: Not like it's how you end the phone call, the sign off, the pat on the back. [ Park ] Danny: Clara... [ Clara's place ] Clara: Danny, I'll never say those words again. Not to anybody else, ever. Those words, from me, are yours now. Clara: So, er. That's a thing. (sound of traffic on phone) Clara: OK, Danny? Er, there's more but that's kind of the headline. OK, Danny, please speak to me, This is, this is klling me. Clara: Danny, I love you. And you are the last person who's ever going to hear me say that. Woman (O.C.): Hello? Hello, is someone there? Clara: Hello? Er, yeah. Who's this? Woman (O.C.): I just picked up the phone, I'm sorry. I found it. Clara: Oh. Um, OK. Er... Can you please just put me back on the phone to Danny? I was talking to Danny. Woman (O.C.): I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Clara: OK, er, what are you sorry about? Could you please just pass the phone back to Woman (O.C.): He was crossing the road. 'I found the phone, it must have just got thrown. The car, it just came out of nowhere. [ Road ] Woman: I'm so sorry. (sirens wail) Armitage (O.C.): By now, I'm sure you've heard the rumours, and it is with great sadness that I must confirm them to be true. I have gathered you all here today to say that Mister Pink, that Danny Pink has sadly passed away. I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing his family and friends our sincerest condolences. Mister Pink was an inspiration to all of those who knew him. A soldier, a teacher, a friend. It was no secret that he had a close relationship with Miss Oswald, and our thoughts and prayers are with her too. [ Clara's kitchen ] (phone rings, phone rings) Gran: Hello, love. You all right? (phone continues ringing) Oh, of course you're not. Sorry. Of course you're not all right. You know what you should do? You should cry. Let go. Clara: Of what? Gran: It's a terrible thing. Just a terrible, terrible thing. Clara: It wasn't terrible. Gran: Clara? Clara: It was boring. Gran: Boring? Clara: It was ordinary. (phone continues ringing) People just kept walking with their iPods and their shopping bags. He was alive, and then he was dad and it was nothing. Like stepping off a bus. Gran: He deserved better. And so did you. Clara: I don't deserve anything. Nobody deserves anything. But I am owed better. I am owed. Gran: Who owes you? The Doctor (O.C.): Clara! Clara? Clara: Hey! [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Sorry, I was busy. What's happening? [ Clara's kitchen ] Clara: Oh, nothing. You know, same old, same old. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Well, you're only human. [ Clara's kitchen ] The Doctor (O.C.): So what I can do for you, Clara? [ Crater ] The Doctor: Clara? [ TARDIS ] Clara: Start her up. The Doctor: Where are we going? Clara: Away. The Doctor: From? Clara: Just away. The Doctor: Well, normally you say work or kids or dishes or dullness. So what's happened? Clara: A volcano. The Doctor: I'm sorry? Clara: I've never seen an active volcano, do you know one? The Doctor: What's so great about seeing a volcano? It's just a sort of leaky mountain. Clara: I've never seen lava. The Doctor: It's rubbish. Clara: Prove it. [ Crater ] Clara: It's on your neck. [ TARDIS ] Clara: Do you still have those sleep patch things? The Doctor: You can't have one. Clara: I'm having trouble sleeping. The Doctor: You still can't have one. Clara: Can I have one? The Doctor: No, you can't have one. So, volcano. What's so good about lava? [ Crater ] Clara: You told me once what it would take to destroy a TARDIS key. That's what's so good about lava. All seven. From all of your hiding places. The Doctor: Clara, what are you doing? Don't. Be very, very careful with that. Those are very, very... Clara: Do I have your attention? The Doctor: Yes. Clara: Good. The Doctor: No. Not good, Clara. Clara: Danny Pink. The Doctor: Yeah? Clara: Is dad. The Doctor: And? Clara: Seriously? The Doctor: And? Clara: And fix it. Change it. Change what happened. Save him. Bring him back. The Doctor: No. Clara: Five left. Every time you say no to me, I will throw another key down there. Do we understand each other? The Doctor: Well, I understand you. Let's not get carried away. Clara: Time can be rewritten. The Doctor: With precision. With great care. And not today. But you know that of course, otherwise you wouldn't be thrat me. Clara: Did you just say no? The Doctor: If I change the events that brought you here, you will never come here and ask me to change those events. Paradox loop. The timeline disintegrates. Your timeline. And yes! Clara: Yes? The Doctor: Yes. I did just say no. Throw away the key. Clara: I have seen you change time, I have seen you break any rule you want. The Doctor: I know when I can, I know when I can't. Throw the key. Clara: I know what you're doing. You're trying to take control. The Doctor: I am in control. Throw away the key. Do as you are told. Clara: No! The Doctor: Well, either you do as you're told or stop thrat me. There really isn't a third option here. Clara: Do you know what, Doctor? When it comes to taking control, you really are out of your depth. Clara: One last chance. And I don't care about the rules, I don't give a damn about paradoxes. Save Danny. Bring him back or I swear you will never step inside your TARDIS again. The Doctor: No. Clara: Do as you are told. The Doctor: No. Clara: Say it again so I know you mean it. The Doctor: No! Clara: I'm not kidding, Doctor. The Doctor: Neither am I. Clara: I will do it! The Doctor: Clara, my Clara, I don't think you will! Clara: Oh, I'd say I'm sorry but I'd do it again. (Clara cries) Clara: I'd do it again. Well, what are you doing? Why are you just standing there? Do you understand what I have just done? The Doctor: Look in your hand. Clara: There's nothing in my hand. The Doctor: Clara, look in your hand. Clara: The keys, they're gone. They're down there. They've gone. The Doctor: Clara, look in your hand. Clara: There's nothing in my hand. The Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, there is. Look. The Doctor: Did you seriously think that that was going to work on me? The Doctor: They're not sleep patches. They induce a dream state. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Makes you very suggestible. The Doctor: I allowed the whole scenario to play out just as you planned. I was curious about how far you would go. Clara: Well, now you know. The Doctor: Yeah. Now I know. Clara:I love him. (sonic screwdriver buzzes) The Doctor: Yes, you're quite the mess of chemicals, aren't you? Clara: So, what now? What do we do now? You and me, what happens now? Doctor? The Doctor: Go to hell. Clara: Fair enough. Absolutely fair enough. The Doctor: Clara? You asked me what we're going to do. I told you. We're going to hell. Or wherever it is people go when they die. If there is anywhere. Wherever it is, we're going to go there and we're going to find Danny. And if it is in any way possible, we're going to bring him home. Almost every culture in the universe has some concept of an afterlife. I always meant to have a look around, see if I could find one. Clara: You're going to help me? The Doctor: Well, why wouldn't I help you? Clara: Because of what I just did. I just... The Doctor: You betrayed me. Betrayed my trust, you betrayed our friendship, you betrayed everything that I've ever stood for. You let me down! Clara: Then why are you helping me? The Doctor: Why? Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? Stop it with the eyes. Don't do that with the eyes. How do you do that anyway? It's like they inflate. Cut out the whining while you're at it. We've got work to do. This is it, Clara, one of those moments. Clara: What moments? The Doctor: The darkest day. The blackest hour. Chin up, shoulders back. Let's see what we're made of, you and I. Switching off the safeguards, turning off the nav-com. Remember, we did this before. We plugged you into the TARDIS telepathic interface. Clara: We ended up all over Danny's timestream. The Doctor: Because you and he are linked. Strongly linked. Your timestreams are intertwined. So if he's anywhere at all, that link will hold. Give me your hands. Clara: Doctor... The Doctor: We're in a hurry. Clara: I don't deserve a friend like you. The Doctor: Clara, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm exactly what you deserve. The Doctor: Think about Danny. Think about the man you lost. Let it hurt. Let it burn. But don't bleat. Don't ask, why him? Why me? Forget all that. Ask one question. Just one. Ask, where is Danny Pink now? Where is he now? (TARDIS engines start) The Doctor: Well, the TARDIS thinks he's somewhere. [ Seb's office ] Seb: Has anyone offered you a coffee? Danny: Um. Well, no. Seb: Could we have some coffee along here, please? The good kind. We've got a new one. Seb: Five minutes, tops. Best to wait for the good coffee. Danny: Where am I? Seb: Sometimes it's just the instant. Danny: Where am I? Seb: Well, big question. Try to take that one slowly. We have been trying to contact family members, but really there is so much admin... Danny: I wasn't here, I was... Seb: Yeah. That last thing that happened to you, that really happened, I'm afraid. But that's life. Well, not life, I suppose, but. There are some forms to fill in. Might help you relax. Well, they won't, but we do need them filled in. Right, important thing. Need to know. Are you being cremated? Sorry, it's a fairly urgent question. Danny: I don't know. I've never really thought of that. Seb: I'm going to put you down as a yes, that's pretty much the default these days. If people only knew. Danny: Only knew what? Seb: We've got a burner in number twelve. Tell them to prep, please. Danny: Burner? Seb: Yeah, it's fine, we'll come to that. Danny: But I don't understand where I am. Seb: Oh, look at that. You can see my house from here. Yeah, sorry, probably not helping. Danny: Where am I? Er. Seb: You sort of know, don't you? Most people kind of know, it's just hard to get traction on the concept. Danny: Where am I? Seb: OK. You're dad, and this is what's next. Danny: I'm not dad. How can I be dad? Seb: Our sincere condolences. Danny: I'm standing right here. Seb: Yes, you are. Welcome to the Underworld. Otherwise known as the Nethersphere, or the Promised Land. It's where you go when you die. (Danny hyperventilates) Seb: Would you like to breathe into a bag? [ TARDIS ] Clara: Where are we? The Doctor: Nav-com's offline. We'll have to do this old school. Clara: But this is where Danny is? The Doctor: Almost certainly not. It's where there's a connection with Danny. According to the TARDIS, this is where it's most likely that your timeline will re-intersect with his. And that won't do. Clara: What won't? The Doctor: You won't. Look at you. I need sceptical, clever, critical. I don't need mopey. It put years on your face. And what if people see us together? It looks like you've been melted. Clara: Are you forgetting why we're here? The Doctor: We're here to get your boyfriend back from the dad, so buck up and give me some attitude. [ Entrance lobby ] Clara: Fish tnk? The Doctor: In a mausoleum? Clara: What does that mean? The Doctor: It means those are definitely not fish tnk. [ Gallery ] Clara: Why? The Doctor: I don't know. Clara: OK, I'm assuming they didn't actually drown in there. The Doctor: No. They were placed, after death. These are tombs. Water tombs, some sort of fluid, anyway. Clara: With chairs? The Doctor: With chairs, yes. Extra comfort for the deceased. It pays to die rich. Clara: Oh, God. Am I going to find Danny now? Is that why the TARDIS brought us here? I don't want to see him like that. The Doctor: Good point. Tombs with windows. Who wants to watch their loved ones rot? Why would anyone go to so much trouble just to keep watch on the dad? Missy (O.C.): 3W. Death is not an end. But we can we help with that. Ever since 3W encountered the truth about the death experience, 'we have been working hard to find a better life for the deceased. At 3W, afterlife means aftercare. Clara: OK. Bit strange? The Doctor: Very. Why have the scrolling and a voice? Is it difficult? Clara: Is what difficult? The Doctor: Reading all those words back to front. Come on. We've come a long way. Missy: Hello. I hope you're well. How may I assist you with your death? The Doctor: Well, there is, er, no immediate hurry. We're just, er. We're just... Clara: Browsing. The Doctor: Yeah, yeah, browsing. Missy: Please, take all the time you need. At 3W, you always have the rest of your life. The Doctor: Oh, good. That's good to know, Clara, isn't it? Clara: Yeah. Great. The Doctor: Exactly what is 3W? Missy: Apologies. Clearly you have not received the official 3W greetings package. The Doctor: Well, you know, it's just an unexpected... Missy: Welcome to the 3W Institute. The Doctor: Clara, is it over now? Clara: I think it's over, yeah. Missy: You also have not received the official welcome package. Clara: Oh, I'm good, thanks. No worries. The Doctor: Who are you? Missy: I am Missy. Clara: Missy? Missy: Mobile Intelligent Systems Interface. I am a multi-function, interactive welcome-droid. Helping you to help me to help you. The Doctor: You're very er realistic. Clara: Tongues? The Doctor: Shut up. Missy: I am fully programmed with social interaction norms appropriate to a range of visitors. Please indicate if you'd like me to adjust my intimacy setting. The Doctor: Oh, yes, please. Please do that. Do that now right now. Clara: Maybe just a tad, yeah. The Doctor: I need to speak to whoever's in charge here. Missy: I am in charge. The Doctor: Well, who's in charge of you? Missy: I'm in charge of me. The Doctor: Well, who repairs you? Who, who maintains you? Missy: I am programmed for self-repair. I am maintained by my heart. Missy: Is everything in order? The Doctor: Who maintains your heart? Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor. The Doctor: Doctor who? Missy: Doctor Chang! Chang (O.C.): Who's there? Chang: Hello? Clara: Hello. The Doctor: Hello. Clara: You can probably take your hand down now, Doctor. Chang: So. Hey. Condolences. Clara: Condolences? Chang: It's a mausoleum. It's our hello. Is there a particular dad person you want to talk to? Clara: Yes. Yes, there is. Chang: This way then. The Doctor: Are you OK? Clara: No. The Doctor: Good. There would be something very wrong if you were. [ Veranda ] (traffic noise) Seb: Bit of fresh air. Do you good. Danny: Why's it so cold here? Seb: And the Wi-Fi is better out here. Don't know why. Danny: Wi-Fi? Seb: Yeah, still a bit spotty, but basically... Danny: You have Wi-Fi here? Danny: You. You have iPads in the afterlife? Seb: IPads? We have Steve Jobs. Listen, another big question for you. Have you ever klled anybody? Danny: This is surreal. Seb: Imagine embryos had telephones. Danny: That's really not helping. Seb: Go with me. Go with me. Imagine babies in wombs could talk to other babies in other wombs. What would they say? What would they think life was like if they could talk among themselves? Danny: I really have no idea. Seb: They'd think that life was nine months long. Then, boom, trap door opens, out you fall, gone for ever. Never hear from those guys again. Nothing at the end of the cord. Danny: OK. Seb: This isn't really an afterlife. It's just more life than you were expecting. Danny: Why did you ask me if I'd klled anyone? Seb: Before you were a teacher, you spent some time as a soldier. Danny: Yeah, so? Seb: Any regrets? Bad memories? Danny: Is that, is that any of your business? Seb: Yes. [ Flashback ] (gn and explsin) Soldier: Get to cover, now! [ Veranda ] Seb: Sorry if I triggered something then. Memory flashes can be very impactful in the early stages. Danny: Why? Seb: Why what? (gn) Danny: Why is it any of your business? Seb: We've had a request to meet you. Any idea who that would be from? Seb: It's been given a priority, which usually means... Danny: Means what? Seb: Well, anyway, we've arranged a meet-up. Danny: When? Seb: Come in. Soldier (O.C.): Danny, repeat, is the building secure?' Seb: So, I guess you remember him, yeah? Soldier (O.C.): Danny? Danny! [ Chang's office ] Chang: Come in, come in. Going to need to take a reading off you. Clara: A reading? Chang: Won't hurt. Clara: What won't? The Doctor: How does the body keep its integrity? Why isn't it just a bunch of bones floating about? Chang: Each body is encased in a support exoskeleton. [ Gallery ] Clara (O.C.): An invisible exoskeleton? Chang: It's only invisible in the water. There's a specially engineered refraction index in the fluid so we can see the tnk resident unimpeded by the support mechanisms. The Doctor (O.C.): So each skeleton is inside something? [ Chang's office ] Clara: Are you serious? X-ray water? Chang: It's so cool. Look at this. We call it dark water. Chang: Only organic matter can be seen through it. Chang: I keep saying they should use this stuff in swimming pools. The Doctor: Why? Chang: Think about it. The Doctor: I am thinking about it. Why? Clara: Doesn't matter. 3W, what kind of name is that? What does it mean? Chang: Well, you know, don't you? You're here on business or they wouldn't have let you in. Sorry. Should have checked. Who are you? The Doctor: I thought that you would never ask. Sort out your security protocols, they're a disgrace. Chang: Another government inspection? So soon? Why is there all this swearing? The Doctor: Oh, I've got a lot of internalised anger. What does 3W stand for? Chang: Well, the three words. Clara: What three words? Chang: Seriously? You don't know? The Doctor: Never mind what we know and what we don't know, just answer our question. Chang: Because people who don't know, when they hear about this, they can freak out. The Doctor: We're not going to freak out. Chang: If you've had a recent loss, this might be, this will be disturbing. The Doctor: She'll be fine. Clara: Speak for me again, I'll detach something from you. I'll be fine. Chang: You know how people are scared of dying? Like, everybody. The Doctor: Of course. It's the most fundamental fear in the universe. Chang: They'd be a lot more scared if they knew what it was really like. [ Veranda ] Danny: So. You OK? I'm sorry. I just... Danny: Hey, hey. Hey, listen. Listen Hey! Seb: Probably best not, eh? Doesn't speak much. Danny: Why would he want to see me? Danny: What the hell is that? Seb: Sounds like somebody left their body to science. OK. Er, It's probably time to explain why you're always feeling cold. [ Chang's office ] Chang: White noise off the telly. We've all heard it. A few years ago, Doctor Skarosa, our founder, did something unexpected. He played that noise through a translation matrix of his own devising. This is a recording of what he heard. Clara: OK, people, voices. The Doctor: So what? Chang: Over time, Doctor Skarosa became convinced these were the voices of the recently departed. He believed it was a telepathic communication from the dad. The Doctor: Why? Was he an idiot? Chang: He was able to isolate some of the voices, hear what they were saying. The Doctor: So, an idiot then. Clara: Shut up, Doctor. Chang: What I'm about to play you will change your life and not for the better. These are the three words which caused Doctor Skarosa to set up institutes, like this one, all over the world, to protect the dad. If you'd rather not hear these words, there's still time... The Doctor: Can you just hurry up, please, or I'll ht you with my shoe. Voice (O.C.): Don't cremate me. Don't cremate me! Chang: There is one simple, horrible possibility that has never occurred to anyone throughout human history. Voice (O.C.): Don't cremate me. Don't cremate me! Clara: Don't say it. Chang: The dad remain conscious. The dad are fully aware of everything that is happening to them. [ Veranda ] Seb: So your mind is here. Your soul, whatever you want to call it. And you're in your new body in your new world, but you're still connected to your old body in the old world. You're still going to feel what it feels. Danny: That's why I'm cold. Seb: They're keeping you in a cold place, yeah. You did say you were being cremated? (iPad beeps) Seb: Sorry, I'll get this. Danny: Sorry. Sorry, are you telling me... Seb: Wow! Oh, that's rare. This never happens. Danny: Wow, what now? What never happens? Seb: You've got a call. Danny: A call. Seb: From the other side. Danny: Meaning? Seb: Do you know somebody called Clara Oswald? [ Chang's office ] The Doctor: Fakery. All of it. (beeping) It's a con, it's a racket! Chang: I promise you this is not a con. Clara: What's that beeping? [ Gallery ] The Doctor (O.C.): Never mind about beeping. Who cares about beeping? The dad are dad. 'They're not talking to you out of your television sets. They're just gone... The Doctor (O.C.): And all these poor souls down there in these tnk, I'm sorry, but they're just dad and they're not coming back. [ Chang's office ] Danny (O.C.): Clara? Clara? Clara, are you there? Clara: Danny! I can hear you. Is that you? [ Veranda ] Clara (O.C.): Oh, please, say it's you. Danny: That's her, that's Clara! Seb: Yeah, you're really lucky. It hardly ever happens. Danny: Where did she go? [ Chang's office ] Chang: Just lost the signal. But I can track it back, I'm pretty sure. Clara: I don't, I don't understand. What is happening? Chang: We've been scanning you telepathically since you came in. You said you wanted to speak to someone who'd passed, and we've found you a match in the Nethersphere. The Doctor: This isn't possible. The dad don't come back. [ Veranda ] Danny: Come on, get her back. Seb: Da-da-da. I'm trying. [ Chang's office ] Clara: It was him. It was his voice. The Doctor: If they scanned you telepathically, they could've lifted a voice print. It could still be a fake. Chang: Getting him back, very nearly! [ Veranda ] Danny: Clara, can you hear me? [ Chang's office ] Clara: Yes, Danny, I can hear you. Can you hear me? Danny (O.C.): Yeah, yeah, I can hear you. [ Veranda ] Danny: Clara! Oh, God. Clara... Clara (O.C.): What do I do? Danny: Who are you talking to? [ Chang's office ] Clara: Hang on just a moment. The Doctor: Question him. Ask him questions only he'd know the answer to. Be sure. You, with me. Clara: Where are you going? The Doctor: I've got to check out those tnk. There's something that I'm missing. Danny (O.C.): 'Clara? The Doctor: Sceptical and critical, remember? Be strong, even if it breaks your heart. Chang: Connection's sab. It should be OK. The Doctor: Who would harvest dad bodies? I feel like I'm missing something obvious. Clara: Danny? [ Veranda ] Danny: Yeah, I'm here. [ Chang's office ] Clara: Danny, I'm so sorry but I'm going to have to ask you some questions. Danny: Questions? I swear on anything it's me! [ Gallery ] Missy: Humankind, bring out your dad. Chang: Oh, my God. The tnk The tnk are activating! They're not supposed to do that. The Doctor: And all your dad people are standing. Don't you think you skipped the headline? Missy: Now, now, children. Naughty, naughty. The Doctor: Doctor Chang, your welcome droid has developed a fault. Chang: That's not a droid. That's my boss. Missy: You know, I might have been guilty of a just teensy little fibette. Doctorr Chang, I really liked working with you. I've enjoyed every day of it. Chang: I'm sorry? Missy: You know, I've even got a little photograph of you looking so sweet. I'm always going to keep it. Always! Chang: Are you going to kll me? Missy: Now, come on. Let's not dwell on horrid things. This is going to be our last conversation, and I'm the one who's going to have to live with that. Chang: Please don't kll me. Missy: Say something nice. Chang: Please, please. I don't, I don't want to die. You're going to kll me, aren't you? Missy: Say something nice. Chang: Please! Missy: Doctor Chang, I've got all day. And I'm not going to kll you until you say something nice. Chang: It has been an absolute pleasure working with you, and I truly believe that you'll never be able to find it in your heart to mrder me. Missy: Now, I'll be with you in a moment. Just feeling a bit emotional at the moment. The Doctor: Cybermen! [ Veranda ] Danny: It's me. I, I swear on anything it's me. Clara (O.C.): The very first restaurant you took me to. That first date. What was it called? Danny: Clara, it's me. [ Chang's office ] Clara: Then what was the name of the restaurant? What was it? [ Veranda ] Danny: I can't remember! [ Gallery ] The Doctor: They're Cybermen, all of them. We've got to stop them getting out. Missy: Now who's missing the headline? The Nethersphere. You know it's ever so funny, the people that live inside that think they've gone to heaven. Clara (O.C.): My birthday. When is it? [ Veranda ] Danny: November twenty third. That's right, isn't it? I got that one right. Clara (O.C.): It's pretty basic information. 'Anyone could know that. Say something only you could say. [ Chang's office ] Clara: Tell me something only Danny would know. [ Gallery ] The Doctor: That's a matrix data-slice. A Gallifreyan hard drive. Time Lord technology. Missy: Imagine you could upload dying minds to that. Edit them. Rearrange them. Get rid of all those boring emotions. Ready to be re-downloaded. Meanwhile, you upgrade the bodies. Upload the mind, upgrade the body. Cybermen from cyberspace. Now, why has no-one ever thought of that before? The Doctor: How did you get hold of Time Lord technology? Who are you? Missy: You know who I am. I told you. You felt it. Surely you did. The Doctor: Two hearts. Missy: And both of them yours. The Doctor: You're a Time Lord. Missy: Time Lady, please, I'm old-fashioned. The Doctor: Which Time Lady? Missy: The one you abandoned, Doctor. The one you left for dad. Didn't you ever think I'd find my way back? The Doctor: Clara. Clara. Clara. I've got to get Clara! Missy: Oh, Clara, Clara, Clara! You know I should sht you in a jealous rage. Now, wouldn't that be sexy? I've turned the lift off, though. The Doctor: I presume you have stairs. Missy: Well, I'm not a Dalek. [ Ext. St. Paul's Cathedral ] Missy: Oh, dear, Doctor. Didn't you realise where you were? (church bells ring) [ Chang's office ] Danny (O.C.): I love you. Clara: No. No, no, no. I'm sorry, but no. Anybody could say that. Anybody would know to say that. Say something only you could tell me. Prove to me you are really Danny. [ Veranda ] Danny: How? Clara: I love you means nothing right now. [ Chang's office ] Clara: Not until I know who's talking. Say something only Danny could say. [ Veranda ] Danny: Clara... Clara (O.C.): Danny, if that is you [ Chang's office ] Clara: Wherever you are... [ Veranda ] Clara: Whatever it takes, I will be with you again, I swear. Danny: No, you won't. You are not coming here. Clara (O.C.): Nothing will stop me, [ Chang's office ] Clara: Nothing in the world, as soon as I know it's you. Danny: There is only one way... [ Veranda ] Danny: To come here, and you are not doing that. Clara (O.C.): I'll do anything, Danny, anything. Just say something only you could say. Danny: Clara, you have your life. You have your whole life to live. You have to stay there. Clara (O.C.): No. I have to be with Danny Pink. Danny: I love you. [ Chang's offfice ] Clara: Stop saying that! Don't say that. If you say that again, I swear I will switch this thing off. [ Veranda ] Danny: Clara... Clara (O.C.): Yes? Danny: I love you. Seb: These emotions, they're terribly difficult. But, you know, we've got a thing for that. We can help with all these difficult feelings. Just press this. Seb: I'll leave you to make a decision. [ Chang's office ] Clara: Doctor! [ St. Peter's Hill ] The Doctor: Get away from here! All of you, run! The Doctor: Go! Go! Get away from here! Run away! Run, run! Get away from here all of you, now! Missy: I'm sorry, everyone. Another ranting Scotsman in the street. I had no idea there was a match on. The Doctor: Get away, go! Missy: Stop shouting, love. Stop making a fuss. It's too late. All the graves of planet Earth are about to give birth. You know the key strategic weakness of the human race? The dad outnumber the living. The Doctor: Who are you? Missy: Oh, you know who I am. I'm Missy. The Doctor: Who's Missy? Missy: Please, try to keep up. Short for Mistress. Well... I couldn't very well keep calling myself... the Master, now could I? (Danny cries)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x11 - Dark Water"}	foreverdreaming
Clara: Danny Pink... is dad. The Doctor: We're here to get your boyfriend back from the dad. Those are tombs. Water tombs. Why would anyone go to so much trouble? Seb: You're dad and... and this is what's next. The Doctor: A Gallifreyan hard drive. Time Lord technology. Missy: Do you know the key strategic weakness of the human race? The dad outnumber the living. The Doctor: Who are you? Missy: Oh, you know who I am. I'm Missy. I couldn't very well keep calling myself The Master, now - could I? [ Chang's Office ] Clara: Stop! You can't kll me. Cyber-Skarosa: Incorrect. Clara: I'm a target of strategic value. Alive, I'm a tactical advantage. dad, I'm your biggest mistake. You don't know who I am. Cyber-Skarosa: You are Clara Oswald. You are human. You are unimportant. Clara: Incorrect. You see, that is what you're supposed to think. That is what everybody thinks. Cyber-Skarosa: You are Clara Oswald. Clara: Clara Oswald is a cover story, a disguise. There is no Clara Oswald. Cyber-Skarosa: Identify. Clara: Oh, don't be so slow, it's embarrassing. Who could fool you like this? Who could hide right under your nose? Who could change their face any time they want? Hmm. You see, I'm not Clara Oswald. Clara Oswald has never existed. Cyber-Skarosa: Identify. Clara: I'm the Doctor. ( Doctor Who theme plays ) [ St. Peter's Hill ] Missy: Look at them! My boys. The Doctor: Cybermen in broad daylight? You think people won't notice? Missy: Photos with the big metal men, one pound. Missy: Oh, honey! Boy: There you go. Girl: Oh, cool. Cool! Missy: New York. Paris. Rome. Marrakesh. Brisbane. Glasgow. Everywhere. Anywhere. Me and my boys. We're going viral. Osgood: Would you like me to take a picture? Sorry, selfies are never as good, are they? And you're having a lovely moment. Hang on! Missy: No, just... The Doctor: Nice bow tie. Osgood: Bow ties are cool. Big smiles, and now! Soldiers: Move, move, move! Stand by. Surround target. Hold back! Kate: Afternoon. You've picked a lovely day for it. My, don't you look shiny. Haircut? The Doctor: Bit of a trim. Kate: Might want to do your roots. The woman. Soldier: Yes, ma'am. Kate: Kate Stewart. Divorcee, mother of two, keen gardener, outstanding bridge player. Also Chief Scientific Officer, Unified Intelligence Taskforce, who currently have you surrounded. Cyberman: Human wapon is not effective against Cyber technology. Kate: Sorry, you left this behind on one of your previous attempts. Kate: So now that I have your attention, welcome to the only planet in the universe where we get to say this. He's on the payroll. The Doctor: Am I? Kate: Well, technically. The Doctor: How much? Kate: Shush. Any questions? Soldier: Back, back, everyone, back! ( metallic hissing ) ( whooshing ) Osgood: Oh, my God! Is it supposed to do that? Is that new? The Doctor: A sun roof on Saint Paul's? Yes, I'd say that was new. Kate: There's going to be mass panic. Everyone in London can see that. The Doctor: Everyone in London just clapped and went whee. Hush, I'm trying to count. Osgood: 87, I think. OCD. Missy: 91. Queen of evil. Kate: How could Saint Paul's be full of 91 Cybermen and nobody noticed? The Doctor: Dimensional engineering. One space folded inside another. Bigger on the inside. Easy if you're a Time Lord. Osgood: Mostly deploying south, a smaller number east. The Doctor: Yep, but one straight up. Osgood: So 91 isn't a coincidence? The Doctor: Of course it isn't. Kate: Osgood? 91. Explain. Osgood: 91 areas of significant population density in the British Isles. The Doctor: That's one Cyberman for every city and major town. It's happening everywhere, all over the world, right now. Missy: Sweet planet, this. I think I might keep it. Kate: One Cyberman per city. What could they hope to accomplish? Osgood: Doctor! ( explsin ) Kate: Has it exploded? Missy: More than that. Cybermen don't just blow themselves up for no good reason, dear; they're not human. The Doctor: If it's not exploding, what's it doing? Missy: Pollinating. Falling like rain into the cracks of the Earth. [ Veranda ] ( electrical fizzing and buzzing ) Seb: Well, this is a bit exciting! Danny: What's happening? Seb: Well, to cut a long story short, it looks like we might all be going home. Danny: Home? From the afterlife? Seb: Well, when I said "afterlife", I was being a tiny bit poetic. And Nethersphere's just a cool name we come up with during a spit-ball. Danny: What is this place? Seb: Well, you have to think of it as a data cloud. You know, for storing data. In this case, it's the storage of recently deceased minds. Danny: We're in a cloud? Seb: A sort of cloud, yeah. Danny: And what's happening to it? Seb: What happens to any cloud when it starts to rain. Danny: Are you telling me we're going back? What, back to our bodies? Seb: And the extra good news is, there's been a bit of an upgrade. [ St. Peter's Hill ] Missy: The dad are coming home, Doctor. All shiny and new. In 24 hours the human race as you know it will cease to exist. The Doctor: What are you doing? Explain. Tell me now. Missy: Oh! That was nice. Must do it again. The Doctor: No. No, no, no, no, I need to talk to her! I need her awake. The Doctor: Argh! No. No, no. Stupid. Stupid! No, no. Argh! Kate: The first protocol is implemented. We're good to go. Osgood: You just have to let it take you. ( siren wails in distance ) Kate: What did he say? Osgood: He said, "Guard the graveyards". [ Cemetery ] ( thunderclap ) Teenage Boy: That's weird. Look at that. ( thunder rumbles ) Teenage Boy: How come it's only raining inside the graveyard? [ Chaplet Funeral Home ] ( dramatic music ) ( music climaxes ) News Report: We are being told that these metal men are known as Cybermen, but unlike the accounts we have on file, they now have the ability to fly. Similar reports are coming in from all over the world. Flying Cybermen are here on a global scale. Ministers are telling us... ( splashing ) .. to remain calm. 'These Cybermen don't seem to be attacking us, at least not in any conventional fashion. Eyewitnesses have reported seeing them flying into the sky... ( news report continues faintly ) ( banging ) Graham: Hello? Hello? [ Hangar ] ( banging ) ( electrical whirring ) Agh! ( indistinct voices ) Man: Right. Be careful with it. Be careful. Take your time. The Doctor: Kate? What's with the handcuffs? Kate: I'm sorry. In the event of an alien incursion on this scale, protocols are in place. Your co-operation is to be ensured and your unreliability assumed. You have a history. The Doctor: You don't have a future without me. Do you think your father would've done this? Kate: We both know he absolutely would. Kate: Who is she? The Doctor: Long story. Where's Clara? Kate: Clara Oswald, your assistant? The Doctor: My friend. She was with me in Saint Paul's. Kate: The team's still on site but they've been unable to gain access to the building. The Doctor: I want her found and brought here. I need her with me. Kate: Then give the order. As soon as you're on board Boat One your word is law. Quite literally. The Doctor: You got the TARDIS out, though? Kate: Yes, and Saint Paul's locked down. [ Main Cabin ] The Doctor: Where are we going? Cloudbase? Kate: You mean the Valiant? Osgood: Cloudbase was Thunderbirds. Kate: Too conspicuous. We need your location concealed, not advertised. From now on you're a moving target. The Doctor: Ah, I see you're bringing Daddy along, too. That's very sweet. Ahmed: Sir. The Doctor: Oh, don't do that. You look like you're self-concussing, which would explain all of military history, now I think about it. Ahmed: Colonel Ahmed, sir. Privileged to meet you. The Doctor: Love your outfit, Colonel Ahmed. Are you in the Scouts? Are you a Man Scout? I didn't know they had those. Ahmed: It was Captain Scarlet. Osgood: Sorry? Ahmed: Not Thunderbirds. Osgood: Oh God, so it was, The Doctor: My confidence is growing every minute. Kate: The President is on board. The Doctor: Mind you, me and Sylvia Anderson, you've never seen a foxtrot like it. Hang on a second. The President? We don't want Americans bobbing around the place. They'll only start praying. Ahmed: Not the President of America, sir. The President of Earth. The Doctor: There isn't one. Ahmed: There is now. Kate: The incursion protocols have been agreed internationally. In the event of full-scale invasion, an Earth President is inducted immediately, with complete authority over every nation state. There was only one practical candidate. The Doctor: That's your answer for everything, isn't it? Vote for an idiot. Kate: If you say so, Mister President. So long as you're on this plane, you're the Commander in Chief of every army on Earth. Every world leader is currently awaiting your instructions. You are the Chief Executive Officer of the human race. Any questions? Captain (O.C.): This is your captain speaking. Please prepare for take-off. [ Gallery ] Clara: Well, gentlemen. Where to start? I was born on the planet Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm a Time Lord, but my Prydonian privileges were revoked when I stole a time capsule and ran away. Currently pilot a Type 40 TARDIS. I've been married four times, all deceased. My children and grandchildren are missing, and I assume, dad. I have a non-Gallifreyan daughter created via genetic transfer. How much more do you need? I'm the Doctor. Cyber-Skarosa: This information is not proof. We require proof. Clara: How about my name? Cyber-Skarosa: Explain. Clara: Well, my name isn't Doctor, is it? I don't even really have a doctorate. Well, Glasgow University, but then I accidentally graduated in the wrong century, so technically... Cyber-Skarosa: This information cannot be confirmed. Cyberman: You are Clara Oswald. Clara: Ah, no. I'm not! Cyberman: Your deception is intended to prolong your life. Cyber-Skarosa: Your presence has not been ordered. Cyberman: Correct. You are Clara Oswald. Clara: Oh, seriously, this is getting old. Look, there is no Clara Oswald. I invented her. I made her up. Cyberman: Born 23rd November, 1986. Clara: Yeah, I chose that date. Always liked it. Cyberman: Father: David James Oswald. Mother: Elena Alison Oswald. Clara: Stories. Stories. Stories. I made them up. Look, ask anybody who knows me. I am an incredible liar. Cyberman: Correct. Cyber-Skarosa: No order was given. Cyberman: Correct. Cyber-Skarosa: You are not under Cyber control. Cyberman: Correct. [ Cargo Hold ] The Doctor: Why are you still alive? Missy: You saved me. The Doctor: I saved Gallifrey. Missy: Yes, Gallifrey too, I suppose. There's always collateral damage with you and me. It's our Paris. The Doctor: Gallifrey's lost in another dimension. Missy: Yes and no. The Doctor: Meaning? Missy: Yes, it's in another dimension. No, it's not lost. The Doctor: You know where it is? Missy: Yep! You know the best part about knowing? (quietly) Not telling you. Ahmed (O.C.): Mister President, sir, we're ready for you up here. The Doctor: Remember all those years when all you wanted to do was to rule the world? On my way. Ahmed (O.C.): Thank you, Mister President. The Doctor: Piece of cake. Osgood: Oh, er, it's her little device thingy. I thought there might be useful information on it. Who is she? The Doctor: You'd never believe me if I told you. Osgood: Cos I thought she might be the Master, regenerated into female form? Your childhood friend, responsible for a number of previous incursions. The Doctor: That was fairly quick. Osgood: We do have files on all our ex-prime ministers. She wasn't even the worst. Doctor, there's something nobody's talking about. The Doctor: Which is? Osgood: The clouds caused by the exploding Cybermen, they haven't dispersed. They're still there. In fact, they've expanded and are covering almost all the land masses. We're all looking at the graveyards. Maybe we should be looking up? What do you think? The Doctor: All of time and space? Osgood: Sorry? The Doctor: Just something for your bucket list. [ Main Cabin ] ( beeping ) News Report: Localised rain in the cemeteries has resulted in what can only be described as disturbances to the soil. Extraordinary eyewitness accounts are claiming that silver creatures are climbing from the graves. Kate: These scenes are being repeated everywhere. Every cemetery, every mortuary, every funeral home, every hospital, the dad are returning to life as Cybermen. News Report: The public are being advised to stay away from all cemeteries. [ Graveyard ] ( thunder rumbles ) ( echoing ghostly voice sings ) ( rustling crunch ) ( low clunk ) Clara: Hello? Hello? [ Main Cabin ] Kate: We've done heat scans of some of the cemeteries and, in each case only a handful of Cybermen have so far emerged. But every individual burial site is active. Ahmed: Active? The Doctor: Hatching. Kate: More are coming. Potentially millions. Ahmed: So the rain caused all that in just a few hours? The Doctor: It wasn't rain, Man Scout. It was pollen. Cyber-pollen. Every tiny particle of a Cyberman contains the plans to make another Cyberman. All it has to do is to make a contact with compatible living organic matter and bang! Full conversion. But if they have learned how to convert the dad. The Doctor: That's what she was doing. That's what 3W was for. She creates an all-new paranoia among the super-rich about dying. She exploits the wealth and the mortal remains of selected idiots so she can create a whole new race of Cybermen. Cybermen who can recruit corpses. Throw away your gn, Man Scout, it's all over. How can you win a wr against an enemy that can wapon the dad? Ahmed: They're not attacking, apart from isolated incidents. They're just wandering about. The Doctor: They're newborns. Give them time. Why were you there this morning? Why were you already attacking? Kate: Been investigating 3W for a while, then we got a tip-off. Ahmed: From a woman with a Scottish accent. The Doctor: Can't play to the gallery unless there's a gallery, and here I am. The Doctor: dad bodies don't have minds, of course, but she's been upgrading dying minds to a hard drive for a long time. So she upgrades the hardware, and then she updates the software. Kate: What do you mean, a long time? How long? The Doctor: Well, she must have a TARDIS somewhere, so as long as she likes. The past, the future... Kate: How long, Doctor? The Doctor: How long has the human race had a concept of an afterlife? Turns out the afterlife is real, and it's emptying. Every graveyard on planet Earth is about to burst its banks. [ Cargo Hold ] ( she hums ) Missy: ♪ Hey, Missy, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. Hey, Missy. Hey. ♪ Excuse me. Hi. Can I tell you something really important? Osgood: What. Missy: (quietly) I have to whisper it. It's, like, so important to everyone on this plane. You'll get in trouble if you don't listen. Osgood: Right. If it was that important, why would you tell us? Missy: Well, look at me, I'm bananas. Come on. Just a wee bit closer. Just a little closer. You know, the Doctor will be really impressed if you learn my secret. You can come a bit closer than that. Come on, stop mucking about. Don't be shy. You don't smell half as bad as you think you do. Osgood: There are two armed men directly behind you. Missy (quietly): Yeah, yeah, yeah. Osgood: If you've got something to say, just say it. Missy: ( clears her throat ) (quietly): I'm going to kll you in a minute. I'm not even kidding. You're going to be as dad as a fish on a slab any second now, all floppy and making smells. But don't tell the boys. This is our secret girl plan. Osgood: Why would you bother klling me? I'm not even important. Missy: Oh, silly. Why does one pop a balloon? Because you're pretty. You should have a bit more confidence in yourself. Osgood: OK. Sorry, I've got work to do. Missy: All right, fine. You get on. You get that finished. Would a countdown help you focus at all? Osgood: No, that's OK. Missy: Ten. Don't be scared yet, cos I'm still in double figures. Osgood: I'm not scared. Missy: Nine. Well, no, of course you're not, cos you know you're dying anyway. Eight. Human beings are born dying. Your life spans are hilarious. Osgood: Please be quiet. Missy: Seven. You know from the minute you slop out, you're rotting, decaying. The stench of you. Phew! I'm never going to get this place clean. Three. Osgood: Three? Missy: I'm accelerating for dramatic effect. Oh! What's that in your pocket? Osgood: There's nothing in my pocket... Missy: Oh my giddy aunt. The quiet ones are the worst. Osgood: Well, those aren't mine. Missy: Hmm... Then they must be mine. Say something nice. Osgood: Missy, the Master, whatever you call yourself, I promise, I'm much more useful to you alive. Missy: Oh, yeah, that's true. That's definitely true. That is a good point well made. I'm proud of you, sister. But did I mention bananas! Pop. Missy: Ah. Thanks for being yummy. ( click ) ( metallic thrumming ) Missy: Whoo-oo! [ Main Cabin ] Kate: Mister President, you need to get back in your seat. The Doctor: I don't like being the president. People keep saluting. I'm never going to salute back. Kate: Do you know, that was always my dad's big ambition, to get you to salute him just once. The Doctor: He should've asked. Kate: Doctor, what are you looking at? The Doctor: The clouds. Still there. So what else have they got? Kate: Oh, dear Lord! The Doctor: There's a Cyberman out there on the fuselage. But on the plus side, it's not turbulence. The Doctor: She's out. Who let her out? Ahmed: What's it doing? Where did it go? What can one Cyberman do to a plane? [ Cargo Hold ] ( faint echoing ghostly voice sings ) Missy: Oh, she was really scared. It's classic. Have you got any more friends I can play with? [ Graveyard ] ( indistinct mechanical muttering ) Cybermen: Locate hive. Locate hive. Locate hive. Locate hive. Clara: Are you the one that brought me here? Cyberman: Affirmative. Clara: So you know who I am, right? Cyberman: You are not the Doctor. Clara: Of course I'm not the Doctor. I was lying to stay alive. But how do I know so much about him? Cyberman: You are his associate. Clara: No, I'm not. I'm not his associate. I'm his best friend. Right now, his best friend, anywhere in the universe. Have you got any sort of Cyber-Internet in there because, really, you should look it up. Look up what happens to you if you harm me. Cyberman: Where is the Doctor? Clara: What, you think I would give up the Doctor? Don't be daft. I would never, ever, give up the Doctor, because he is my best friend, too. He is the closest person to me in this whole world. He is the man I will always forgive, always trust. The one man I would never, ever lie to. Clara: Danny? Cyber-Danny: Danny Pink is dad. Help me. Clara: Oh, my God. Danny... Cyber-Danny: Help me. Clara: Danny, I am so sorry. Cyber-Danny: Help me. I need you to do something for me. I can't do it myself. Clara: What is that? Cyber-Danny: It's an inhibitor. It's not activated. I need you to switch it on. Clara: What does it inhibit? Cyber-Danny: Emotion. It deletes emotions. Please. I don't want to feel like this. [ Main Cabin ] Ahmed: There's more than one. Kate: What? Ahmed: They're all over the plane. They're pulling it apart! [ Cargo Hold ] Missy: Oh, o-o-oh. Ask me. The Doctor: Shut up! Missy: Ask me! Come on, you know you want to. You want to know what my plan is. You'll be surprised. I've got a gift for you. You know, I've been up and down your timeline, meeting all those silly people who died to keep you alive. And you know what I worked out? What you really need. The Doctor: For what? Missy: To know that you're just like me! ( phone rings ) Missy: Oh, and now it begins. ( phone continues ringing ) Doctor, I do believe you're on call. Miss Oswald expects. Who else but the girl who's got your number? Whoops! ( phone continues ringing ) The Doctor: It was you! [ FLASHBACK ] Clara: Ah, hello. 11th Doctor: Where did you get this number? Clara: The woman in the shop wrote it down. It's a helpline, isn't it? [ END FLASHBACK ] Missy (English accent): Computer helpline, love. That's the one. Best helpline in the universe. The Doctor: You put us together. Missy: I kept you together. [ FLASHBACK ] Clara: Who put that advert in the paper? The Doctor: Who gave you my number? Clara: The woman. The woman in the shop. The Doctor: Then there's a woman out there who's very keen that we stay together. [ END FLASHBACK ] The Doctor: Why? Missy: Cos she's perfect, innit? The control freak and the man who should never be controlled. You'd go to hell if she asked. And she would. The phone's ringing, Doctor. Can you hear that? Now that is the sound of your chain being yanked. Heel, Doctor! ( mimics Clara ) Help me, Doctor. Help me. Help me, Doctor. The Doctor: Clara? [ Graveyard ] Clara: Doctor. With Danny. [ Cargo Hold ] The Doctor: Danny's dad, Clara. Clara (O.C.): Not yet. [ Graveyard ] Clara: Not quite. But he wants to be. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara... ( Danny sobs quietly ) [ Cargo Hold ] The Doctor: Clara? [ Graveyard ] Clara: He's a Cyberman. [ Cargo Hold ] Clara (O.C.): Doctor, Danny's a Cyberman. [ Graveyard ] Clara: And he's crying. Doctor, he feels it. He's crying. [ Main Cabin ] Kate: Message to Geneva. Tell them Boat One is going down. We don't anticipate survivors. ( alarm blares ) ( Ahmed yells ) [ Lab ] The Doctor: Clara, don't do it. Just don't do it! [ Graveyard ] Clara: It's in his chest. He says it's an inhibitor. It can delete emotion or something. [ Cargo Hold ] The Doctor: I know what it does. If you turn it on... [ Graveyard ] The Doctor (O.C.): He'll become a Cyberman. Clara: He's already a Cyberman. [ Cargo Hold ] The Doctor: Not yet, he isn't. [ Graveyard ] Clara: He's hurting because I hurt him and he wants it to stop. The Doctor (O.C.): Stop the pain and he'll kll you! Clara: Look, are you going to help me, because I can't do this alone. [ Cargo Hold ] The Doctor: I'm not going to help you commit su1c1de. [ Graveyard ] Clara: Look, the TARDIS can home in on this call, right? Either you help me, or you leave me alone. [ Cargo Hold ] The Doctor: Clara? Clara, no... [ Graveyard ] Clara: There's a lot of switches round the edge. I'm just going to try pressing them all. Cyber-Danny: OK. Clara: I am so sorry. Cyber-Danny: Yeah. [ Cargo Hold ] Kate: Doctor! The Cybermen are in. The plane's going down. Missy: Oh, great. It's the daughter one. Do you like her? I like her. ( kate yells ) Kate: Aaaaaargh! The Doctor: Why did you do that? You didn't have to do that! Missy: Oh, don't be so selfish. I'm going to miss her, too. In fact, you know what? Just for that, I'm leaving. Boys, blow up this plane and, I don't know, Belgium, yeah? kll some Belgians. Might as well. They're not even French. Byeeee! The Doctor: Aargh! Aaargh! Argh! Argh! ( he yells ) Aargh... argh... [ Veranda ] Missy: Well, that's very boring. Oh, he's just going to squish. What kind of a way is that to die? That man has no finesse, none. Seb: Well, it's quite dramatic. Missy: You're an AI interface. Kindly delete your opinions, thank you. Seb: W-w-what's he doing? Is he? Is he? Oh, no! Oh, no, no, no. N-now, that's... Seb: Oh! Permission to squeeeee... ( metallic thrumming ) [ Graveyard ] Clara: Two more to go. Does it feel any different? Cyber-Danny: No. ( thudding ) Clara: Are you sure? Cyber-Danny: Yeah. ( thunder rumbling ) The Doctor: Clara, don't! Clara: Help me. The Doctor: If you do what you're trying to do, if you succeed, he will snap you. Clara: No. The Doctor: Then he will step over your broken body and break another and another and another. He will never stop. Cyber-Danny: I will not harm her. The Doctor: PE... PE... Cyber-Danny: Sir. The Doctor: I had a friend once. We ran together when I was little. And I thought we were the same. But when we grew up, we weren't. Now, she's trying to tear the world apart, and I can't run fast enough to hold it together. The difference ... is this. Pain is a gift. Without the capacity for pain, we can't feel the hurt we inflict. Cyber-Danny: Are you telling me seriously, for real, that you can? The Doctor: Of course I can. Cyber-Danny: Then shame on you, Doctor. The Doctor: Yes. Oh, yes. ( low rumble ) The Doctor: Danny, Danny, I need you to tell me. What are the clouds going to do? What is the plan? Cyber-Danny: How would I know? The Doctor: You're part of a hive mind now. Presumably that's how you found Clara. Just look. Cyber-Danny: I can't see much. The Doctor: Look harder. Cyber-Danny: Clara, watch this. This is who the Doctor is. Watch the blood-soaked old general in action. I can't see properly, sir, because this needs activating. If you want to know what's coming, you have to switch it on. And didn't all of those beautiful speeches just disappear in the face of a tactical advantage? Sir? ( The doctor Sighs ) The Doctor: I need to know. I need to know. Cyber-Danny: Yes. Yes, you do. Clara: Give me the screwdriver. The Doctor: No. Clara: Just do it, Doctor. Do as you are told. Cyber-Danny: Typical officer. Got to keep those hands clean. Clara: Just point and think, yeah? The Doctor: Yes. Clara: OK. I wasn't very good at it, but I did love you. Cyber-Danny: I love you too. Clara: I'm never going to say that again. Cyber-Danny: Me neither. Clara: Ready? Cyber-Danny: Yeah. ( she sobs ) Clara: I feel like I'm klling you. Cyber-Danny: (scoffs) I'm already dad. You're here this time at least. Clara: Goodbye, Danny. Cyber-Danny: Goodbye, Clara. ( electrical buzzing ) The Doctor: Oh... Clara, no! Step away! He's activating! Clara, step away now! Don't. Danny. Danny, if you can hear me, if you're still there, what are the clouds going to do? Cyber-Danny: The rain will fall again. All humanity will die. The Doctor: And rise again as Cybermen. Cyber-Danny: Correct. The Doctor: How do we stop it? Cyber-Danny: We cannot be stopped. ( whooshing ) Missy: Oh, that was brilliant! Oh, I love the telly here, but did you see that? Oh, Clara, you poor thing. You must feel like death. Let me pop away the pain. The Doctor: Don't you dare! Don't you think about it! Missy: Oh, sorry, hon, I'm just getting a bit carried away. It's your friends, they're so more-ish. Hmm? Oh, stop looking all cross-pants. I'm here to give you a gift. Could you at least try and be excited? The Doctor: What gift? Missy: Cyberdears! Look at Mummy! Raise your arms. Lower your arms. Raise your right. Lower your right. Turn on the spot. There are exits at the front and rear of the aircraft. Please follow the lights up the aisle. You see, Doctor? The power to slaughter whole worlds at a time, then make them do a safety briefing. Everyone who ever lived, man, woman and child, is now at my command. An indestructible army to rage across the universe. The more they kll, the more they recruit. Happy birthday. Oh! You didn't know, did you? It's lucky one of us remembers these things. Happy birthday... ♪ Mr. President. ♪ Cyberman: Doctor. Missy: Tiny bit pleased? Oh, go on, crack a smile. I want to see if your eyebrows drop off. The Doctor: All of this. All of it, just to give me an army? Missy: Well, I don't need one, do I? Armies are for people who think they're right. And nobody thinks they're righter than you. Give a good man firepower, and he'll never run out of people to kll. The Doctor: I don't want an army! Missy: Well, that's the trouble! Yes, you do! You've always wanted one! All those people suffering in the Dalek camps? Now you can save them. All those bad guys winning all the wars? Go and get the good guys back. The Doctor: Nobody can have that power. Missy: You will, because you don't have a choice. There's only way you can stop these clouds from opening up and klling all your little pets down here. Conquer the universe, Mister President. Show a bad girl how it's done. The Doctor: Why are you doing this? Missy: I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back. Every battle, every wr, every invasion. From now on, you decide the outcome. What's the matter, Mister President? Don't you trust yourself? [ FLASHBACK ] The Doctor: Tell me. Am I a good man? Danny: Sir! Rusty: I see into your soul, Doctor. I see hatred. The Doctor: I'm not a hero. Dalek: You are a good Dalek. [ END FLASHBACK ] The Doctor: Thank you. Thank you so much. I really didn't know. I wasn't sure. You lose sight sometimes. Thank you! I am not a good man! I am not a bad man. I am not a hero. And I'm definitely not a president. And no, I'm not an officer. Do you know what I am? I am an idiot, with a box and a screwdriver. Just passing through, helping out, learning. I don't need an army. I never have, because I've got them. Always them. Because love, it's not an emotion. Love is a promise. And he will never hurt her. PE, catch! You didn't notice, did you? While you were doing all your silly orders, while you where showing off, the one soldier not obeying. Missy: No, that's wrong. That's impossible. Cyber-Danny: The rain will not fall. Missy: Oh? Why won't it? Cyber-Danny: The clouds will burn. Missy: And who'll burn them? Cyber-Danny: I will burn them. Missy: How? Cyber-Danny: I will burn. Missy: One burning Cyberman is hardly going to save the planet. Cyber-Danny: Correct. Attention! This is not a good day. This is Earth's darkest hour. And look at you miserable lot. We are the Fallen. But today, we shall rise. The army of the dad will save the land of the living. This is not the order of a general, nor the whim of a lunatic. Missy: Excuse me? Cyber-Danny: This is a promise. The promise of a soldier! You will sleep safe tonight. Clara: Well. The clouds have all gone. The Doctor: Yes, brned up. Totally burnt. Burnt to nothing. Sorry. Missy: 10, 0, 11, 0, 0, by 0, 2 The Doctor: What did you say?? Missy: The current coordinates of Gallifrey. It's returned to it's original location. Didn't you ever think to look? The Doctor: You are lying! Missy: We can, we can go together, just you and me. Just like the old days. The Doctor: You'd be clapped in irons. Missy: If you like. Clara: Doctor, I'm assuming you'll remember those coordinates? The Doctor: No. No, don't you dare. I won't let you. Clara: Old friend, is she? If you have ever let this creature live, everything that happened today, is on you. All of it, on you. And you're not going to let her live again. The Doctor: Clara, all I'm doing is not letting you kll her. I never said I was letting her live. Clara: Really? The Doctor: If that's the only thing that will stop you, yes. Missy: Seriously. Oh, Doctor. To save her soul? ( chuckles ) But who, my dear, will save yours? Say something nice. ( he sighs ) Please? The Doctor: You win. Missy: I know. Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: Kate. She's breathing! She's alive! She can't be here. Clara: She is. The Doctor: She fell out of a plane. The Cyberman must have caught her. Clara: Doctor, she's talking about her dad. The Doctor: Of course. The Earth's darkest hour and mine. Where else would you be? The Doctor: Thank you. [ Clara's place ] ( siren wails in the distance ) Danny (O.C.): Clara. Clara. Clara: Danny? Danny? Is that you? Clara: Please say it's you. Danny (O.C.): Clara. Clara: The Doctor told me about the bracelet, how it can let Missy travel from one world to the other. Danny (O.C.): This place is dying now. Clara: Yes, but the bracelet can bring you home. Danny (O.C.): There's only enough power for one trip. Clara: Then come on. Hurry up! Danny (O.C.): Just one trip. One trip, one person. Clara: Danny! Danny (O.C.): You need to find his parents. He died a long time ago. ( boy gasps ) Danny (O.C.): I'm sorry, Clara. ( sobbing ) I truly am. I had, I had promises to keep. ( bracelet fizzes ) [ Diner ] ( bell jingles ) The Doctor: Hey. Clara: Hey. The Doctor: I got your message. Clara: Two weeks late. The Doctor: Not bad. Clara: Improving. The Doctor: I see you've got news for me. Clara: News? The Doctor: He figured it out then? PE figured out there was a way home. Clara: Yeah. Yeah, he did. The Doctor: Oh, good old PE. He'll make a maths teacher yet. Clara: Listen, Doctor. There's, there's something that I have to tell you and, er, it's not good news so just, just listen, OK? The Doctor: I know. Clara: Sorry? The Doctor: I know exactly what you've got to tell me. Clara: You do? The Doctor: You and Danny are together now. That's great. That's how it should be. But the old man and the blue box, that's never going to fit in. So no more flying around. No more lying. Clara: OK, no, that's not exactly... The Doctor: It's fine. Clara: No, it's not fine. It, it really isn't fine. The Doctor: I've found Gallifrey. Clara: Wow! Oh, my God, ( low booming ) The Doctor: I entered the coordinates, just like she said. And I found Gallifrey. For once, she wasn't lying. Clara: So, what are you going to do now? The Doctor: Go home. Clara: OK. The Doctor: Gallifrey can be a good place. I can help make it that. Clara: What, you? The Doctor: Shut up! Clara: You won't just steal a TARDIS and run away? The Doctor: No, not this time. Never again. Clara: Never again. The Doctor: It's a long commute, so, you know, I thought, with you and Danny... Clara: Yeah. Me and Danny. Me and Danny, we are going to be fine. Don't you worry. You go home. Go home. Go be a king or something. The Doctor: Yeah, I might do that. Clara: Or queen, you know. Whatever. The Doctor: Yeah, queen, that would be good too. Clara: Yeah. ( she sighs heavily ) Tell you what, seeing as it's goodbye, shall we break a habit? The Doctor: What? What habit? Clara: Hug. The Doctor: Why not. Within reason. The Doctor: Come on, you're on the clock. Clara: Fair enough. Clara: Why don't you like hugging, Doctor? The Doctor: Never trust a hug. It's just a way to hide your face. Clara: Yeah. [ Ext. TARDIS ] Clara: Doctor? Travelling with you made me feel really special. Thank you for that. Thank you for making me feel special. The Doctor: Thank you for exactly the same. ( metallic thrumming ) ( Doctor Who theme plays ) [ Int. TARDIS ] ( knocking ) Man (O.C.): Coo-ee! ( knocking continues ) Hello? Doctor? You know it can't end like that. Hmm? We need to get this sorted and quickly. She's not all right, you know. And neither are you. I'm coming in. ( door creaks open ) Man (O.C.): Ah, there you are. I knew I'd get round to you eventually. Now, stop gawping, and tell me. Santa: What do you want for Christmas? ( Doctor Who theme plays )	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x12 - Death in Heaven"}	foreverdreaming
Ohila: He has asked to see you. His servants seek you everywhere. Will you go? The Doctor: No. Ohila: Why do you always lie? The Doctor: Why do you always assume I'm lying? Ohila: It saves time. The truth - will you go? The Doctor: No. Ohila: When? The Doctor: Soon. Ohila: Why? Did something happen? The Doctor: No. Ohila: Was it recent? The Doctor: Yes. Ohila: Whatever it was, you owe that creature nothing. The Doctor: He and I've known each other a long time. Ohila: You've been enemies for all of it. The Doctor: An enemy's just a friend you don't really know yet. Sorry. What, was that me being cynical again? Ohila: Aren't we friends, Doctor? The Doctor: That's different. I don't like you! Ohila: Which means you can trust me. The Doctor: You know who to give that to? I won't go straight away. I'll hang out for a bit. Probably meditate on a rock somewhere. Get myself ready. Ohila: You are embarking on an enterprise that will end in your destruction. The Doctor: You could say that about being born. Ohila: Wherever you go, there are people who care enough to find you. The Doctor: Look after the universe for me. I've put a lot of work into it. Ohila: Anyone can hide from an enemy, Doctor. No one from a friend.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "08x95 - Series 9 Prologue"}	foreverdreaming
[ INT. Chapel ] The Doctor: How many days have I been here? Bors: Three hours. The Doctor: Three hours? Bors: Well, nearly. The Doctor: Maybe Clara is right. She keeps telling me I've got ... attention deficit... ah ... something or other. Bors: What is your journey? The Doctor: You can't come with me, Bors. Bors: I'm pledged to your service. Ever since you saved my life. The Doctor: I didn't save your life, you had a splinter. Bors: Where is it you go? And why must you meditate first? The Doctor: Someone I know is very sick. He'd want to see me before... While there's still time. Bors: An old friend? The Doctor: Someone I've known a very long time. Bors: If there's danger let me ride at your side. The Doctor: You can't help me. Not where I'm going. I have to get myself ready. I have to be alone. I have to think. No more distractions. Bors: As you wish, Sir Doctor. The Doctor: Hang on a minute. The water. Bors: The water, Sir? The Doctor: I don't like it. I can't meditate properly, without decent water. [ EXT. The Castle ] The Doctor: We're gonna to dig a well. Right on ... this spot. There will be excellent water, right here. Bors: How do you know? The Doctor: I'm very good at water. This is definitely a good spot for water. Bors: But this is the ... 12th place you made us dig. The Doctor: Well, 12 is my lucky number. Here! No, here. Look at this grass. This is watery grass. All over squelchy. Bors: Well, you've all the water you need now, and it's the finest in the land. Your meditation can begin. The Doctor: Yes, I suppose it can. Except ... Bors: Sir? The Doctor: Do you know, what this well really needs? Bors: Nothing, sir, it's perfect. The Doctor: A visitor's centre. Bors: Everyone has agreed on your plan for the throne room extension. But we're not quite sure, what you mean by a "sun roof". The Doctor: Look at this coin. See it? Bors: I see it. The Doctor: Where is it now? Bors: There. The Doctor: No it isn't. Bors: Yes it is, I saw it. The Doctor: Are you sure? I'm a very good magician. Bors: What is it you dread? The Doctor: Why would I dread anything? Bors: You're always making jokes. You never sit still. Like a man in fear of days to come. The Doctor: Thought you're an idiot. Bors: I know. I thought that too. The Doctor: Good. I was worried I'd have to break it to you. [ INT. Chapel ] Bors: Are you sure? The Doctor: I've been avoiding it. One last night. Then I have to go. Bors: You wish to be alone? The Doctor: I have to prepare myself. Bors: Why? You've never explained. The Doctor: I did something wrong. I let somebody down, when I should have been brave enough, strong enough, to do better. Tomorrow I pay the price. Tonight I make myself ready. Bors: Good bye, Magician. You've widened my mind. The Doctor: You do realize you're still an idiot? Bors: Yeah. The Doctor: Good. I have to be quiet now. Quiet as the grave. Bors: I do not believe you're capable of silence. The Doctor: Oh? Oh, we will see about that, shall we? Bors: We shall, Sir, Doctor. The Doctor: No more distractions. Total focus. Bors! Are you any good with the broadsword? Bors: Yes. The Doctor: Fancy a friendly? Bors: Enough, Magician. I do not believe, that you will meditate. It's not in your nature. If this is to be your last night here, then we shall celebrate. There shall be revels. But first ... The Doctor: First? Bors: Tell me your story. Tell me, how you came to this place and why now you're compelled to leave it. I will not depart this room until you do so. The Doctor: I suppose, I do owe you. Bors: I've served you loyally, Sir Doctor. The Doctor: Yes ... Yes, you have. Bors: Then begin your tale. The Doctor: Well ... A little while ago ... a very long way from here ... I was looking for a book shop. Instead ... I found a b*ttlefield. Story of my life. I've seen many battlefields. This one will be different. This one ... will be my last.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x00 - The Doctor's Meditation (Prequel)"}	foreverdreaming
[ bttlefield ] ( Soldiers shout ) Soldier: Spread out! Get down! ( Laser fre ) ( Distant siren ) Soldier: What's wrong? Kanzo: Was that a child? ( Child pants ) Kanzo: Hey! You there, stop! Stop running! Kanzo: It's OK. I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't run. Soldier: Kanzo? Kanzo: I'll catch up. Soldier: There are clam drones two miles away. Kanzo: I know. I'll be fine. Just go. Kanzo: What are you doing out here, huh? Did you get lost? ( Rumbling ) Kanzo: Stay still. Stay absolutely still. ( Whirring ) ( Beeping ) Kanzo: I'm just scanning the ground. I think we've got company. Do you know what hand mines are? Kanzo: Well, in that case you know you've got to stand absolutely still. Right? Kanzo: Have you ever seen a hand mine? Where? Kanzo: OK. It's OK. Everything's going to be... ( Squelching ) ( Squelching and crunching ) ( Crunching ) Boy: Help me! Someone, please! Help me! HELP ME! ( Sonic screwdriver pulses ) The Doctor (O.C.): Your chances of survival are about one in a thousand. So here's what you do. You forget the thousand, and you concentrate on the one. Pick it up. I said, pick it up! The Doctor (O.C.): ( Echoing ) I'm straight ahead of you, about fifty feet. Can you see me? The Doctor: The device in your hand is creating an acoustic corridor, so that we can talk. Do you understand? Boy: Who are you? The Doctor: Oh, I'm just a passer-by. I was looking for a bookshop. How do you think I'm doing? Boy: This isn't a bookshop. The Doctor: No, this is a wr. A very old one, going by the mix of technology. Which wr is this? I get them all muddled up. Boy: It's just the wr. The Doctor: Where am I? What planet is this? Boy: I don't understand. The Doctor: Well, neither do I. I try never to understand. It's called an open mind. Now, you have got to make a choice. Boy: A choice? The Doctor: Yes, you have got to decide that you're going to live. Survival is just a choice. Choose it now. Boy: If I move, they'll get me. The Doctor: I told you, you have one chance in a thousand. But one is all you ever need. What's your name? Come on, faith in the future. Introduce yourself! Tell me the name of the boy who isn't going to die today. Boy: Davros. My name is Davros. Hello? Are you still there? Please, you've got to help me. You said I could survive. You said you'd help me. Help me! [ Night Club ] ( Moody music plays ) Singer: ♪ Father, why are all the women weeping? ♪ ( Hissing ) ( Shouting, glass smashes ) ( Hissing ) Colony Sarff: We are Colony Sarff. We bring harm. ( Hissing ) Colony Sarff: Where is the Doctor? Where is the Doctor? ( Ood whimpers ) ( Hissing ) ( Grunting ) ( Straining ) Colony Sarff: Where is the Doctor?! [ The Shadow Proclamation ] Shadow Architect: Deploy the under-regiment across both sectors. That number of su1c1de moons cannot be ignored. Shadow Architect: Apparently we have a security breach. I won't ask how you got in here, but I will demand to know your business, Colony Sarff. Colony Sarff: Where is the Doctor? Shadow Architect: I've no idea. He's not our concern, and he's certainly not your employer's. Colony Sarff: The Doctor is required. Shadow Architect: For what? Colony Sarff, you need to tell me. What does Davros want with the Doctor? [ Karn ] ( Hissing ) ( Rumbling ) Ohila: Welcome, Colony Sarff. We are the Sisterhood of Karn. If you do not leave our world immediately, we will take your skin. ( Voice echoes ) Colony Sarff: Where is the Doctor? Ohila: Where he always is. Right behind you, and one step ahead. Tread carefully when you seek the Doctor, Colony Sarff, or he will be the last thing you find. Colony: Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark Lord of Skaro. Ohila: What of him? Colony Sarff: Davros is dying. Ohila: Davros is ancient. He should have been dust centuries ago. Colony Sarff: He has a message for the Doctor. Ohila: Then you will give it to me. ( Aggressive hissing ) Ohila: Your powers mean nothing here. Give me the message and leave. Colony Sarff: Tell the Doctor, Davros knows. Davros remembers. Tell him he must face Davros one last time. ( Rumbling ) Colony Sarff: Davros knows. Davros remembers. ( Booming ) Ohila: Doctor? What have you done? [ Davros' Room ] Davros: Doctor... Doctor... ( Steady beeping ) Doc-tor... Colony Sarff: You are dreaming, Lord Davros. Davros: No. I am anticipating. Colony Sarff: He cannot be found. Davros: Of course he can. He has a weakness. If you seek the Doctor, first seek his friends. ( Steady beeping ) [ Classroom ] ( Boy spits ) Ryan: Will I get it back after school? Children: Urgh! Clara: How will you know which one's yours? ( Laughter ) Clara: Fine, then. Right. Now, where was I? Jane Austen. Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer, and strictly among ourselves, a phenomenal kisser. Alison: Miss? Miss? Ryan: Miss? Alison: Is she OK? Clara: Everybody turn on their phones. News websites and Twitter. Ryan: Twitter? Clara: Hashtag: #ThePlanesHaveStopped Newsreader: Reports are coming in of planes hanging apparently motionless in the sky. Footage of passenger jets, which have seemingly come to a complete standstill in mid-air. [ Classroom ] Mr. Dunlop: Miss Oswald, a call at the office. Clara: Yeah, that would probably be UNIT. Mr. Dunlop: They're telling me you're needed. They were going to put me through to the Prime Minister. Clara: Mister Dunlop, sorry. I have to take the rest of the day off owing to a, er, personal crisis. [ EXT. school ] Clara: Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming. No, don't send a helicopter. Think it through. Newsreader (O.C.): Attempts at communications with the planes, with pilots, crew, passengers, all have failed. ( Newsreaders speak in various languages ) Newsreader (O.C.): .. family members with candlelight vigils around the world. ( Newsreader speaks in own language ) Meanwhile, reports are coming in from Caracas, Tel Aviv, Beijing. It seems no corner of the planet is unaffected. [ UNIT HQ ] Kate: The planes aren't responding. No, none of them. It's radio silence. I've got to go. Tell the President I'll call him back. Kate: He's not answering his phone. Have you tried? Clara: We don't know enough yet. He doesn't appreciate gossip. Kate: Gossip? Clara: How many planes? Jac: 4,165 aircraft currently airborne. Kate: That's a lot of passengers. Clara: That's a lot of fuel. Kate: Oh, dear God. Yes, it is. Clara: OK, so, what could you do with 4,000 flying bmb? Jac: Ah, well, 439 nuclear power stations currently active. Kate: What else? Clara: I dunno. Er, fault lines. Earthquake, a tsunami? Jac: Running simulations now. Kate: So this is an attck? Clara: What kind of an attck advertises? Why show somebody what you can do? Why not just do it? What's actually happened to the planes? What are the pilots saying? Kate: We, we can't contact them. Jac: The planes haven't stopped. They're actually frozen. Like, frozen in time. Pardon my sci-fi, but this is beyond any human technology. Kate: OK, so we need the Doctor. Clara: Kate, we can't just phone the Doctor and bleat, he'll go Scottish. Come on. What have we got? What do we know? It's not an attck, it's not an invasion, because, well, that doesn't come with a fair warning. So, somebody needs our attention. Somebody who needs to put a gn to our heads to make us listen. Oh. Kate: Oh? Mike: We've got a message. The Doctor channel. Clara: Sorry, what? Kate: He never uses it. I doubt he remembers it even exists. Clara: Then who is it? Mike: Decrypting. We're getting text through, I think. Clara: Texting? Definitely not the Doctor. ( Beeping ) Text: You so fine. Kate: Have you got any more? Mike: Coming. Text: You blow my mind. Hey Missy, you so fine, you so fine, you blow my mind! Hey Missy!!! Missy (on monitor): Today, I shall be talking to you out of the square window! Kate: What the hell was that? How did she do that? Jac: Dunno. Some sort of psychic projection, or something. Kate: Oh great, thanks. Missy (on monitor): OK, cutting to the chase. Not dad, back, big surprise, never mind. I'm in a lovely little square in one of your, oh, I don't know, hot countries. There's a light breeze coming from the east, this coffee is a buzz-monster in my brain, and I'm going to need eight snpers. Kate: Eight what? Missy (on monitor): Three for each heart, and two for my brain stem. You'll have to switch me off fast, before I can regenerate. How fast can you get here? Ooo, I'll need to arrange you a flight corridor. Kate: Why do you need snpers? Missy (on monitor): Because it's the only way she'll feel safe enough to talk to me. Shall we say four o'clock? [ Plaza ] ( BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! ) Missy: Oh, saucy. ( Pigeons coo ) Missy: Go on, then. Missy: How's your boyfriend? Still tremendously dad, I expect. Clara: Still dad, yeah. How come you're still alive? Missy: Death is for other people, dear. Would you like to sit in the shade? I know how you humans burn. ( Controller beeps ) ( Plane engine approaches ) ( Controller beeps ) Missy: Better? I expect you've tried to contact him by now. Well, you should know, I can't find him either. No one can. Clara: That happens, now and then. Missy: Not like this. Missy: It's a confession dial. Clara: A what? Missy: In your terms, a will. The Last Will and Testament of the Time Lord known as the Doctor, to be delivered, according to ancient tradition, to his closest friend, on the eve of his final day. Missy: Ah, ah! What are you doing? Clara: You said... I thought... Missy: No, no, no, no, no. It was delivered to me. Clara: You? Missy: Well of course it was sent to me. What have you got to do with it? I'm his friend. You're just... Clara: I'm just what? Missy: See that couple over there? Missy: You're the puppy. Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor? Missy: Since always. Since the Cloister Wars. Since the night he stole the moon and the President's wife. Since he was a little girl. One of those was a lie. Can you guess which one? Clara: He's not your friend. You keep trying to kll him. Missy: He keeps trying to kll me. It's sort of our texting. We've been at it for ages. Clara: Mmm. Must be love. Missy: Oh, don't be disgusting. We're Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilisation, and infinitely more complex. Clara: So the Doctor is your bezzy mate and I'm supposed to believe that you've turned good? Missy: Good? ( She fires ) Soldier (O.C.): Man down! Clara: No! Soldier (O.C.): Man down! [ UNIT HQ ] Kate: Don't sht her. Do not sht her! [ Plaza ] Missy: By the ring on his finger, he was married, and I, I think I detected some baby leakage on his jacket, so he had a family. No, I've not "turned good". ( She fires ) [ UNIT HQ ] Kate: Nobody fre! [ Plaza ] Missy: Ooh, wow, I'm on a roll. Thanks for bringing spares. Clara: Stop it. Just stop it. Don't sh*t anybody else! Missy: Oi, you, sweaty one, on your knees. Let's have a goodbye selfie for your kids. Clara: Missy, nobody else! Missy: Say something nice. Clara: No. Missy: I'll kll everyone in this square. Clara: Start with me. Then what, hey? You came here for my help. Missy: Because the Doctor is in danger. Clara: Make me believe you. Missy: How? Clara: Release the planes. Missy: The planes are keeping me alive. I mean, there's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight naughty little snpers ready to kll me. Clara: Yeah. On my command. Clara: Your best friend is in danger. Show me you care. Make me believe. ( Controller beeps ) ( Plane engine recedes ) [ UNIT HQ ] Jac: The planes! The planes are all moving again. [ Plaza ] Missy: It's only a basic Time Stop. Parlour trick. Couldn't have done anything with them anyway. Clara: What does it say? Missy: What does what say? Clara: His confession. Missy: It will only open when he's dad. Clara: Then it won't open, will it? Missy: Question. If the Doctor has one last night to live, if he's certain he's facing the end of his life, where, in all of space and time, would he go? Clara: Here. ( CLAP! ) Missy: Well, yes, Earth, obviously! But where? When? ( CLAP! CLAP! ) [ UNIT HQ ] Jac: The algorithm generates probabilities based on crisis points, anomalies, anachronisms, keywords. Kate: Such as? Jac: "Blue box", "Doctor"... ( CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! ) Jac: There we go. San Martino, Troy, multiples for New York, [ Plaza ] JAC (O.C.) And three possible versions of Atlantis. It's easier than you'd think. The Doctor makes a lot of noise and he loves to make an entrance. ( CLAP! ) [ UNIT HQ ] Kate: But which one is the one? Where is he now? [ Plaza ] Clara: How's a Time Lord supposed to die? Missy: Meditation. Repentance and acceptance. [ UNIT HQ ] Missy (on screen): Contemplation of the absolute. Clara (on screen): Great, thanks. Change the algorithm. Eliminate the crisis points. Where is the Doctor making the most noise, but there isn't any crisis? [ Plaza ] Clara: We're looking for a party! ( Beeping ) ( Electric guitar chord ) Clara: There he is. "Do not go gentle into that good night." Missy: You go, girl! ( Missy whoops ) ( Crowd cheering ) [ Castle Ramparts ] Missy: Whoo, Mummy, do it again! Vortex manipulators - yours is slaved to mine. Cheap and nasty time travel. Bors: Face me, Magician! Face me! Missy: You probably want to throw up, don't you? Pick a local. According to you, this is where the Doctor is. Clara: OK, how do we find him? How do we know what we're looking for? Missy: Anachronisms. The slightest, tiniest... ( Electric guitar riff ) .. anachronism. [ Castle Courtyard ] ( Guitar solo ) ( Crowd cheers ) ( Feedback squeals ) Bors: Dude! What is that? The Doctor: You said you wanted an axe fight. ( Silence ) The Doctor: Oh, come on. In a few hundred years, that'll be really funny. It's a slow burner. Bors: A musical instrument is not an axe. The Doctor: Yes, and a daffodil is not a broadsword, but I still won the last round! ( Crowd cheers ) The Doctor: What do you think of my tnk? Don't worry, it isn't loaded. Bors: I don't like it. The Doctor: No, neither do I. I bought it for my fish. Bors: Your fish? The Doctor: I may have ordered... online! ( Silence ) The Doctor: Oh, come on. Fish? tnk? Honestly, this stuff will be hilarious in a very few hundred years. Do please stick around. Clara: What's the matter with him? He's never like this. Missy: Oh, you really are new, aren't you? Clara: Wait, hang on. Did he just hear that? He doesn't know we're here, does he? ( Guitar intro to 'Pretty Woman' ) The Doctor: Now, you lot. I have been here all day, and it's been a great day! Bors: You've been here for three weeks. The Doctor: Three weeks? It must be nearly bedtime. Well, we've partied. ( Cheering ) The Doctor: Yes! I helped you dig a well, with a first-class, child-friendly visitor's centre! I've given you some top-notch maths tuition in a fun but relevant way. And I have also introduced the word "dude" several centuries early. Let me hear you! All: Dude! The Doctor: Are you a Renaissance...? All: Dude! The Doctor: Are you a Medieval...? All: Dude! The Doctor: I am a dragon-slaying...? All: Dude! The Doctor: We are all the young...? All: Dudes! The Doctor: I like it. But I've got some sad news for you, dudes. Tonight, I'm going to have to leave you. ( Crowd boos ) The Doctor: But before I do, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of mine. ( Crowd oohs ) ( Applause and cheering ) Clara: How did you know I was here? Did you see me? The Doctor: When do I not see you? Clara: What, one face in all of that crowd? The Doctor: There was a crowd, too? Clara: Wow, we're doing charm as well, now, are we? Which one of us is dying? Clara: OK. And we're doing hugging now, too. I can't keep up. The Doctor: Well, you know what they say. Hugging is a great way to hide your face. Clara: OK, look. I guessed a party, but not like this. What is this? This isn't you. The Doctor: I spent all day yesterday in a bow tie, the day before in a long scarf. It's my party, and all of me is invited. ( Guitar riff ) Missy: What the hell are you up to, man? The Doctor: It's the wicked stepmother! Everyone hiss! ( Crowd hisses ) Missy: Apparently, you think you're going to die tomorrow. The Doctor: Well, I've got some good news about that. Missy: Oh, yeah? The Doctor: It's still today! Missy: Oh, that's very good. ( Wah-wah-wah! Choking ) The Doctor: Bors. Is it a marble again? Did you swallow one of the marbles I gave you? Don't swallow marbles! ( Hissing ) Colony Sarff: Doctor. Your friends have led me to you. You will come. The Doctor: Says you and whose army? ( Screaming ) ( Hissing ) The Doctor: Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand? Colony Sarff: Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark lord of Skaro, is dying. The Doctor: So I hear. Colony Sarff: He would speak with you again on the last night of his life. The Doctor: Then you will harm nobody in this place. Not one person. Are we very, very clear? ( Hissing ) Colony Sarff: Are you so dangerous, little man? The Doctor: You want to know how dangerous I am? Davros sent you. You know how stupid you are? You came! ( He hisses ) The Doctor: Is that supposed to frighten me? Snake nest in a dress? Now, explain... politely. Davros is my arch-enemy. Why would I want to talk to him? Missy: No, wait, hang on a minute. Davros is your arch-enemy now? The Doctor: Hush! Missy: I'll scratch his eye out. Colony Sarff: Davros knows. Davros remembers. Clara: That's yours. The Doctor: Er, it was. Clara: Was? The Doctor: I don't have a screwdriver any more. Missy: Ooo. Never seen that before. Doctor, the look on your face. What is that? Clara: Shame. You're ashamed. Doctor? What have you done? Young Davros: Please, you've got to help me. You said I could survive! You said you'd help me! Help me! ( The TARDIS dematerialises. ) The Doctor: Is your ship in orbit? Missy: It's a trap. Colony Sarff: Prepare yourself for teleport. Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps, traps are my flirting. This is a trap. The Doctor: I am prepared. Missy: You sent me your confession dial! You threw yourself a three-week party. You know what this is. The Doctor: Yes. Goodbye. ( Softly ) Goodbye, Clara. ( Hissing ) Clara: We're coming with him. Both of us, her and me. The Doctor: No! No, no, no. Under no circumstances! What are you doing now? Colony Sarff: Voting. We are a democracy. ( Hissing ) It is agreed. The Doctor: No, no, no! I forbid it, no! No! No! No! No! ( Silence ) [ Castle ] Bors: Inform High Command. It is located. The TARDIS is located. Dalek (O.C.): The TARDIS will be procured. Daleks (O.C.): Procure the TARDIS. Procure the TARDIS. Procure. Procure. [ Sarff's Spaceship ] The Doctor: Davros is the child of wr, a wr that wouldn't end. A thousand years of fighting, till nobody could remember why. So Davros, he created a new kind of warrior: one that wouldn't bother with that question. A mutant in a tnk that would never, ever stop. And they never did. Clara: The Daleks? The Doctor: How scared must you be to seal every one of your own kind inside a tnk? Davros made the Daleks, but who made Davros? ( Whooshing ) Missy: OK, great. Coming out of hyperspace. The Doctor: So that's where he ended up. Clara: What is that? The Doctor: I don't know. A hospital? [ Empty room ] ( Missy sings ) Clara: How long have we been waiting? The Doctor: Who knows? It's always the way with hospitals. Colony: You will come. You will stay. Missy: Fair enough. Clara: Doctor. You sent Missy your confession dial. The Doctor: Well, we've known each other a long time. She's one of my own people. Clara: My point is, we both saw her die on Earth, ages ago. And obviously you knew that wasn't real. Or worse, hoped it wasn't. Either way, I think you've been lying. The Doctor: I'm sorry. Clara: Don't apologise. Make it up to me. There, see? Ha. Now you have to come back. ( Hissing ) The Doctor: Gravity. Missy: I know. Clara: Gravity? Missy: Oh, yeah. You know what's wrong with the gravity in here? Clara: No. Missy: Nothing. It's perfect. But this is a space station, so the gravity should be artificial, all coppery-smelling round the edges, a tiny bit sexy. But this feels real, man. Like a planet. Clara: How can you and the Doctor be friends? Missy: Why shouldn't we be? Clara: You spend all your time fighting. Missy: Exactly. Missy: You know what this airlock is? I'll tell you. It's pants. Clara: What do you mean? Missy: I mean that today might be the day. Clara: What day? Missy: The day I kll you. Clara: What are you doing? Are you opening it? Missy: Yeah, course. Clara: Missy, we'll get sucked out! Missy: You and me together, off we go. Let's make jam! ( Alarm blares ) [ Davros' room ] Davros: Doctor? Davros: Doctor. The Doctor: Davros. Davros: I approve of your new face, Doctor. So much more like mine. Colony Sarff, untie our guest's hands. ( Hissing ) Davros: You may leave us. Davros: You came, then. The Doctor: Clearly. Davros: Did you suspect a trap? The Doctor: I still do. Davros: Then why are you here? Did you miss our conversations? Fourth Doctor: If you had created a virus in your laboratory... Fifth Doctor: I'm not here as your prisoner, Davros... Seventh Doctor: Unimaginable power! Unlimited rice pudding! Tenth Doctor: Everything we saw. Everything we lost. Sixth Doctor: But did you bother to tell anyone they might be eating their own relatives? Twelfth Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, OK, you've made your point. Davros: Have I? The Doctor 4 (on screen): If someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you, and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kll that child? The Doctor: I get the point. Davros: Do you know why you came, Doctor? You have a sense of duty. Of guilt, perhaps. And certainly of shame. The Doctor: You flatter me. Davros: Pity. I intended to accuse. I believe that for the ultimate good of the universe, I was right to create the Daleks. The Doctor: You were very wrong. Davros: This is the argument we've had since we met. The Doctor: It ended in the Time wr. Davros: It survived the Time wr. But it will end tonight. That is why you are here. ( Alarm blares ) Davros: It seems your friends have gone exploring. [ EXT. Hospital ] Missy: It's warm, isn't it? For deep space, anyway. Clara: What are you doing? Missy: Treading softly. Clara: What, there's a floor? Missy: No. No, there's ground. This is the ground. Missy: We're on a planet. And that is not a space station. That is a building. And the rest of the planet, the whole thing, is invisible. Clara: That's ridiculous. Missy: Well, yes, of course it is. I mean, how would you ever find your glasses? Or the little girl's room? And what if you kissed an ugly? Unless, when you're part of the atmosphere, you start syncing with the spectrum. Clara: Why would anybody hide a whole planet? Missy: That would rather depend on the planet, dear. Missy: No. [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: No! [ Planet surface ] Missy: They've built it again. They've brought it back. No, no. No! Clara: What? What is it? Where are we? [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: Skaro! You've brought me to Skaro. Davros: Where does an old man go to die, but with his children? [ Planet surface ] Clara: What's Skaro? Missy: The beginning. Where it all started. This is the planet of the Daleks! Dalek: Correct. [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: Clara! Davros: You cannot help her now, Doctor. ( He hammers on door ) [ Control room ] Clara: The TARDIS. How did she get here? Dalek Supreme: It has been procured. ( Whirring ) Clara: Yeah? Yeah, well, if you're trying to get inside, you can't. Nothing can enter the TARDIS. Dalek Supreme: The TARDIS will not be entered. The TARDIS will be destroyed. Clara: Yeah, well, good luck, because she's indestructible. Missy: Did the Doctor tell you that? Because you should never believe a man about a vehicle. [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: What are they going to do? Tell me, what? Davros: Who can say? You know what children are like. Missy (on screen): Daleks! Pay attention! The Doctor (Whispers): Don't. Just don't. [ Control room - Davros' room ] Missy: You know what this is? This thing you're about to destroy? I'll tell you! It's the dog's unmentionables. And you know all about those, don't you? Missy: This is a TARDIS. With this, you can go anywhere, do anything, kll anyone. With this, the Daleks can be more powerful than ever before. Missy: You just need one thing. The Doctor: No. Missy, no! Missy: Me. You need me. A Time Lady, to show you how it works. With this and with me, everything can be yours. And you can burn it all, for ever and ever and ever. Or would you rather just kll me? Dalek Supreme: Maximum extermination. Dalek: Exterminate. [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: Please! Please, I'm begging you. Please, please. Please, save Clara. Davros: I gave the Daleks life. I do not control them. The Doctor: Oh, Clara. Oh, my Clara. Davros: See how they play with her. See how they toy. They want her to run. They need her to run. Do you feel their need, Doctor? Their blood is screaming kll, kll, kll! Hunter and prey, held in the ecstasy of crisis. Is this not life at its purest? [ Control room ] Dalek: Exterminate! Exterminate! ( Clara screams ) [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: Why have I ever let you live? Davros: Compassion, Doctor. It has always been your greatest indulgence. Let this be my final victory. Let me hear you say it, just once. "Compassion... is... wrong." [ Control room ] Dalek Supreme: Destroy the TARDIS! Daleks: Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! [ bttlefield ] Young Davros: Help me! You can't leave me! You promised. You said I had a chance. ( Footsteps ) Young Davros: Who are you? I don't get it. How did you get there? The Doctor: From the future. Young Davros: Are you going to save me? The Doctor: I'm going to save my friend the only way I can. The Doctor: Exterminate! Imagine -- to hold in your hand the heartbeat of every Dalek. Genocide in a moment. So many backs with a single Knfe. Dalek: All praise Davros! Are you ready to be a god?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x01 - The Magician's Apprentice"}	foreverdreaming
Boy: Davros. My name is Davros. The Doctor: Davros created a new kind of warrior. Davros made the Daleks. But who made Davros? Boy: You said you'd help me! Clara: Shame. You're ashamed. Colony Sarff: Davros is dying. He has a message for the Doctor. Missy: This is a trap. ( Hissing ) The Doctor: You brought me to Skaro! Missy: This is the planet of the Daleks. ( Missy screams ) The Doctor: Clara! Davros: You cannot help her now, Doctor. Compassion... is... wrong. [ Planet surface ] Missy: Consider the Doctor. The Doctor, trapped. The Doctor, alone. You all right there, dear? Clara: Where are we? How did we? Missy: Shh, now. Mummy's talking. OK, I'm going to tell you a story of the Doctor. It's classic. On the run, no TARDIS. No friends, no help. In other words, the Doctor, happy. It was a long time ago. Missy: Doesn't matter which face he was wearing, they're all the Doctor to me. So let's give it to the eyebrows. Clara: But the Daleks... Missy: Yes, I'm coming to that. Clara: Shouldn't we be, um...? I don't want to say dad. Missy: Hush! He's travelling by teleporter. Unfortunately, his teleporter is out of power. Also unfortunate, he's being stalked by, oh, say about 50 android assassins? I may be rounding up. Missy: Ow! 50 invisible, indestructible android assassins, all exclusively programmed to kll him. Clara: Why are you sharpening that stick? Missy: Well, I've no idea how long we're going to be stuck out here. Might have to go hunting. Clara: So why am I tied up? Missy: In case there's nothing to hunt. Missy: The Doctor, then. Surrounded. Outnumbered. gn. And freeze. Nanoseconds to live. Four, I'd say, being generous. Now, my question is this... How... did he... survive? Missy: Oh, come on, Clara! You know him. Consider the Doctor. Clara: Where did he get that teleport thingy? Missy: Oh, good, good. He stole one from an android. Clara: So, I'm guessing he uses the same energy as the android wapon, right? Missy: Excellent! Not seeing you as sandwiches now. Clara: OK, then. He uses the energy wave from the android wapon to recharge the teleport bracelet and at the exact moment he's supposed to disintegrate, Clara: He actually teleports. Hang on, that's how you did it. That's how we escaped the Daleks. Missy: I modified the same principle for our vortex manipulators, yes. Blew them off, I'm afraid. But the Doctor, he, he improvised it. He must have got through several thousand calculations in the time it takes to fre up a disintegrator. Seriously, what a swot! Clara: So the androids think he's dad and the Doctor escapes. ( Thud ) Missy: No, he's the Doctor. He fell into a nest of vampire monkeys. ( Monkeys screech ) Missy: But that's another story! Clara: Oh! Missy: Why does the Doctor always survive? Clara: Because he's clever. Missy: Yes, but there's lots of clever dad people. I love klling clever clogs, they make the best faces. Clara: Because he always assumes he's going to win. He always knows there's a way to survive. He just has to go and find it. Missy: Yes, except this time, he made a will and threw himself a goodbye party. Now, if the Doctor assumes he's going to die, what happens then? Clara: We do. Missy: He's trapped at the heart of the Dalek empire. He's a prisoner of the creatures who hate him most in the universe. Between us and him is everything the deadliest race in all of history can throw at us. We, on the other hand, have a pointy stick. How do we start? Clara: We assume we're going to win. Missy: Oh. Pity, really. I was actually quite peckish. Clara: Can I have a stick too? Missy: Make your own stick. [ Davros' room ] Davros: It took me so very long to realise it was you, standing at the gates of my beginning. And here you are at the end. Davros: But this time, I have you at my mercy. Exterminate. Davros: Ancient. Inoperable. The Doctor: Genius. Davros: You would thrat a dying man? Have I not suffered enough? The Doctor: Get out. Davros: I cannot leave this chamber. It sustains me. The Doctor: Get out! [ Control room ] Dalek: Alert! Alert! The infirmary is breached. Dalek Supreme: Protect Davros. Davros must be assisted. Dalek: Davros is leaving the infirmary. Dalek Supreme: Davros must remain. Davros cannot leave. Davros (O.C.): My children! Help me! Dalek Supreme: You must return to the infirmary. Davros (O.C.): The Doctor is escaping. Find him. Find the Doctor. Dalek Supreme: Find the Doctor! Seek, locate, destroy! [ Corridors ] Daleks: Seek, locate, destroy. Seek, locate. Battle Dalek: Exterminate the Doctor! [ Planet surface ] Daleks (O.C.): Exterminate the Doctor! Exterminate! Clara: What's happening? Missy: What do you think? Clara: He's in the middle of that? Missy: Ah, that's what we need. [ Control room ] Davros (O.C.): Assist me! Dalek: Davros approaches. Dalek Supreme: Admit Davros. Admit the creator. Davros: Help me! Dalek Supreme: Assist Davros. Assist. The Doctor: Admit it. You've all had this exact nightmare. [ Davros' room ] Davros: Get me Sarff! Colony Sarff: I am here. [ Control room ] The Doctor: So,anyone for dodgems? Dalek Supreme: Exterminate! Daleks: Exterminate! Exterminate! [ Cave ] Clara: Daleks have sewers? Missy: With one significant difference. Clara: Being? Missy: They're ever so slightly alive. Clara: They're what? Missy: How much of a drop would you say that is? Can you see the bottom? Clara: Too dark. Er, we could chuck a stone down, or something. Missy: Oh yeah, good idea. Clara: Oh! ( Clara screams THUD! ) Missy: 20 feet. [ Control room ] ( He slurps ) The Doctor: Of course, the real question is, where did I get the cup of tea? Answer? I'm the Doctor. Just accept it. Dalek Supreme: You are unharmed. The Doctor: Proposition. Davros is an insane, paranoid genius who has survived among several billion trigger-happy mini-tnk for centuries. Conclusion? I'm definitely having his chair. Dalek Supreme: You cannot escape, Doctor. The Doctor: I'm guessing his personal forcefield only works in one direction. Dalek Supreme: The Doctor does not use wapon. The Doctor: Doesn't he? Ah, listen to your little hearts bat! [ Sewers ] Clara: Ah... Missy: Hello. Missy: Oh, poppet. Do you really think you could? Clara: First chance I get. Missy: You won't survive down here on your own. Clara: You won't survive turning your back. Missy: Ooo. How exciting. Missy: God, you're dull. Missy: In future, if you're going to take my stick, do me the courtesy of actually klling me. Team work is all about respect. Clara: We're not a team. Missy: Of course we are. Every miner needs a canary. Now, hush, look around. Bit of a mess, isn't it? Clara: You said it was a sewer. Missy: Daleks don't generate much in the way of waste. Clara: So what is it all, then? Missy: Decaying Daleks. Daleks can't die. Genetically hard-wired to keep on living, whatever happens. Well. But they still age, poor loves. Over time, the body breaks down, rots, liquefies. Interestingly, the Dalek word for sewer is the same as their word... ( Dalek shrieks ) .. for graveyard. ( Shrieking gets louder ) [ Control room ] The Doctor: Ask me what I want. Dalek Supreme: Irrelevant. You will not prevail. You will not succeed. The Doctor: I've been at the heart of your empire for forty two minutes, and I own it, and I haven't even got out of my chair. Ask me what I want. Dalek Supreme: What do you want? The Doctor: Clara Oswald. The Doctor (over intercom): I want Clara Oswald, safe, alive, and returned to me immediately. You bring her back. You do that. You do that now. Unharmed... The Doctor: Unhurt... alive. Dalek Supreme: Your associate... The Doctor: I saw what happened. I was there. And I'm hoping, for all of our sakes, that it was a trick. Dalek Supreme: It was not a deception. The Doctor: Because if Clara Oswald is really dad, then you'd better be very, very careful how you tell me. [ Sewers ] Missy: Listen to that. The Doctor without hope. The Doctor (O.C.): Who's going to tell me? [ Control room ] The Doctor: Who's going to go first? [ Sewers ] Missy: Nobody is safe now. The Doctor (O.C.): All the power Davros had is mine. [ Control room ] The Doctor: Everything he had, I have. [ Sewers ] The Doctor (O.C.): Who's going to tell me that Clara Oswald is really dad? Missy: He'll burn everything. Us too. [ Control room ] Dalek Supreme: Clara Oswald is not alive. Davros: Doctor, this urge for conquest. It is gratifying to see you learn. The Doctor: Davros. You're up. Sorry, this seat's taken. Davros: Indeed. But not by you. ( Hissing ) Ugh! Argh... Davros: You've met my Head of Personal Security, I think. Colony Sarff. His agents are everywhere. [ Davros' room ] Davros: Are you ready? Colony Sarff: Of course. Davros: Be subtle, Colony Sarff. Tonight, we entrap a Time Lord. [ Sewers ] Clara: What is that? A lift? Missy: What? Never mind the lift. See that thing on the wall? Clara: What about it? Missy: Take a look. Clara: What is it? Missy: Closer. Clara: What am I even looking for? Missy: Nothing. I'm giving it a good look at you. Dalek (O.C.): Intruder alert! Intruder alert! ( Alarms blare ) Clara: Why the hell did you do that? Missy: Ever ring a doorbell and run away? Dalek (O.C.): Humanoid detected in lower level. Missy: Not this time. Dalek (O.C.): Dalek to Lower Level Thirteen. Clara: What the hell did you do that for? Missy: We need to trap and kll a Dalek. You're the bait, I'm the hook. Missy: Dark star alloy. Goes through armour plating like a Knfe through people. Clara: Missy. Missy. Missy, uncuff me now! Missy: It's pretty, though, isn't it? Got it in the olden days on Gallifrey. The Doctor gave it to me when my daughter... ( Lift clanks ) Missy: Keep it talking. We need to draw it out of the lift. Clara: You can't kll a Dalek with a brooch. Missy: Yes, you can. Yes, you can. Dalek: Humanoid detected. Remain still. Do not move. Scan in progress. Humanoid unauthorised in restricted area. Dalek: Sterilisation proceeding. Missy: Hey, you! Guess what? ( Clanking, hissing ) I just put a hole in you. Missy: And another and another. And another! Clara: What are you doing? Missy: mrder a Dalek. I'm a Time Lady, it's our golf. Dalek: Damage levels insignificant. Missy: Oh, really? I think you're forgetting you're surrounded by a bunch of very old, very angry Daleks. ( Daleks screech ) Missy (in American accent): You just got yourself a puncture in a bad neighbourhood. Meet the locals? All blind and squelchy and out of their tiny minds, but they can still smell! Nobody hates like a Dalek. Here they come! I think they want to steal your motor. Dalek: Emergency! Emergency! My vision is impaired. Dalek: Exterminate! Exterminate! Missy: Oh, here comes the older generation! Missy: These young folks today are so tetchy! Dalek: Emergency! Emergency! (BOOM!) Missy: Wheeeeeee! [ Battleground ] Young Davros: Help me! You can't leave me. You promised. You did! You said I could survive. You said you'd help me. Help me! [ Davros' room ] Davros: I hope you are grateful. It wasn't easy to procure. And very nearly unique, of course. You should feel privileged. The only other chair on Skaro. Davros: Don't get up. The Doctor: You neither. Davros: The chamber is sealed, and I believe you are not carrying your sonic device. The Doctor: I gave it up. Bad memories. Davros: I am dying, Doctor. The Doctor: You keep saying that, you keep not dying. Can you give it some welly? Come on. Davros: And it is time for us to conclude our business together. The Doctor: We have no business. Davros: We have nothing but. Look again at the cables, Doctor. Understand what they are. What they can do. Just step a little closer. [ Sewers ] Missy: Get in. [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: They don't have much respect for you, do they? Your kids. Have you seen the state of this place? I mean, this is exactly where you dump a smelly old uncle / family pet / genius scientist who couldn't even invent legs. Seriously, how do your boys take it when everybody else has got two eyes? Davros: You know what it is, of course. The Doctor: Oh, yes. It's a hyperspace relay, with some kind of a genetic component. Davros: I am connected to the life force of every Dalek on this planet. It is what has kept me alive. As their hearts bat, so does mine. The Doctor: Ooh... Nice. Vampiring off your own creations, just to eke out your days. I'm surprised the Daleks allow it. Davros: Oh, they have no choice. My Daleks are afflicted with a genetic defect. The Doctor: What defect? Davros: Respect. Mercy for their father. Design flaws I was unable to eliminate. And now he sees it. Now he understands. The cables, Doctor. Touch them. Imagine, to hold in your hand the heartbeat of every Dalek on Skaro. They send me life. Is it beyond the wit of a Time Lord to send them death? A little work and it could be done. The Doctor: Er, why would you be telling me this? Davros: Genocide in a moment. Such slaughter, not in self-defence. Not as a simple act of wr. Genocide as a choice. Are you ready, Doctor? So many backs with a single Knfe. Davros: Are you ready to be a god? Davros: Why do you hesitate? No one would know. Clara Oswald is dad. Is this the conscience of the Doctor, or his shame? The shame that brought you here. The Doctor: There's no such thing as the Doctor. I'm just a bloke in a box, telling stories. And I didn't come here because I'm ashamed. A bit of shame never hurt anyone. I came because you're sick and you asked. And because sometimes, on a good day, if I try very hard, I'm not some old Time Lord who ran away. I'm the Doctor. Davros: Compassion then. The Doctor: Always. Davros: It grows strong and fierce in you, like a cancer. The Doctor: I hope so. Davros: It will kll you in the end. The Doctor: I wouldn't die of anything else. Davros: You may rely on it. [ Sewers ] Clara: How am I supposed to make it go? Are there pedals? Missy: Telepathic control. Open wide. Missy: I meant your skull. Never mind... ( Beeping ) Clara: Ow! Missy: Shh, shh, now, don't worry. Clara: Ow. Missy: There's loads of nano-tech repairing any damage as the feed goes in. Clara: What about when it comes out? Missy: No idea. Nobody knows. Anyway, to control the unit, you just have to think. Novel idea for you, but let's try it. Move forwards. Clara: I don't know how to... ( Clara gasps ) Missy: You see? Clara: Oh! How did I do that? Missy: Circle right. Clara: I can't... Missy: Circle left. There you go. All right, this won't hurt a bit. Clara: Hang on. No, Missy. No, no, no, no! No, Missy. Missy, no, no, no, please don't! Don't, don't, please! Missy: Are you OK? [ Inside the Dalek ] Clara: Fine, I think. [ Sewers ] Dalek: Fine, I think. Clara: OK. Clara in Dalek: OK. That's a bit weird. Missy: Just a bit. OK. All right. Shh. Say your name. Clara in Dalek: Why? Missy: Just just say. Just say it. Clara: Clara. Clara in Dalek: Dalek. Missy: Say it again. Clara: Clara Oswald. Clara in Dalek: Dalek. Dalek. Missy: One more time. Clara: I am Clara Oswald! I'm Clara Oswald! Clara in Dalek: I am a Dalek! I am a Dalek! I am a Dalek! I am a Dalek! ( Missy laughs ) Missy: Whoa! Just... don't get emotional. Emotion fires the gn. OK? Clara: I don't understand. Clara in Dalek: I do not understand. Missy: Say... "I love you." Those exact words. Don't ask me why, just say it. Clara: I love you. Clara in Dalek: Exterminate. ( Missy laughs ) Missy: Say, "You are different from me." Clara: You are different from me. Clara in Dalek: Exterminate! Exterminate! Missy: Say, "Ex-ter-min-ate!" Clara: Exterminate! Clara in Dalek: Exterminate! ( Missy cackles ) Clara in Dalek: Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! Missy: Cybermen suppress emotion. Daleks channel it through a gn. That's why they keep yelling exterminate. It's how they reload. So, let's go and kll them. Come on. [ Davros' room ] Davros: There is a question, Doctor. One I have longed to ask. The Doctor: Yeah, well, if you're going to put your hand on my knee, it isn't going to go well. Davros: Why did you leave Gallifrey? The Doctor: Well, because I did. Davros: You stole the TARDIS, and ran and ran. Why? The Doctor: It's a boring place, Gallifrey. I was going out of my mind. Davros: Yet you long to return. The Doctor: Ah, well, I'm inconsistent. Davros: But it is always the same lie. The Doctor: What lie? Davros: You weren't bored. No one runs the way you have run for so small a reason. The Doctor: I do. Davros: No, you don't. Colony Sarff confiscated these items on your arrival. Davros: A Time Lord confession dial, I believe. Your confession. Tell me. Send me to my grave with this precious knowledge. What is the Doctor's confession? The Doctor: Don't you dare! Davros: Is it possible I have touched a nerve? The Doctor: Some things matter to me, Davros. Not many, but a few. And you don't put your fingers anywhere near them. The Doctor: And they'd better not be scratched. These are my best ones. Davros: Still you play the fool. The Doctor: Well, by now that should make you nervous. [ Corridor ] Dalek: Halt! Report. Clara: Humanoid intrud... Clara in Dalek: Humanoid intruder found on lower levels. Dalek: Why has the intruder not been exterminated? Explain. Explain. Explain! Missy: I'm a prisoner of special significance. Count the hearts. Dalek: You are a Time Lord? Missy: Time Lady, thank you. Some of us can afford the upgrade. Is it still the same old Supreme Dalek these days? I fought him once on the slopes of the Never Vault. Tell him the bitch is back. [ Davros' room ] Davros: Make your confession, Doctor. Why did you really leave Gallifrey? The Doctor: How long has it been, you and I? Davros: Long enough. Galaxies have brned. The Doctor: And now you ask me a personal question? Davros: You have slaughtered billions of my children, as I have slaughtered billions of your race. We have exhausted the conventional means of communication. The Doctor: My people are alive. They didn't die. I brought them back. I found a way. Davros: Is this true? The Doctor: Gallifrey is back in the sky. I don't know where, I may never know. But Gallifrey is back and it is safe from both of us. Davros: Doctor, my most sincere congratulations. The Doctor: I'm sorry? Davros: This is wonderful news. Beyond all hope. I congratulate you. The Doctor: Why are you saying that? Davros: A man should have a race, a people, an allegiance. A man should belong, Doctor. Believe me, please. I am happy for you. So happy. The Doctor: I don't, I don't understand this. Why are you... Davros: Come closer again. Let me see your face. The Doctor: You've seen it often enough. Davros: Let me see it again with my own eyes. ( Beeping ) ( Laboured breathing ) Davros: Closer, please. Davros: If you have redeemed the Time Lords from the fre, do not lose them again. Take the darkest path into the deepest hell, but protect your own as I have sought to protect mine. Did I do right, Doctor? Tell me. Davros: Was I right? I need to know before the end. Am I a good man? The Doctor: You really are dying, aren't you? Davros: Look at me. Did you doubt it? The Doctor: Yes. Davros: Then we have established one thing only. The Doctor: What? Davros: You are not... a good doctor. ( They chuckle ) ( Laboured breathing ) Davros: Pity. I had hoped to see the sun one last time with the eyes of my true self. [ Control room ] Missy: Oh, hello! Look at you all, with your nice, shiny domes. Oh, I am loving this. You're my secret favourite. Don't tell the others. Dalek Supreme: You are an enemy of the Daleks. Missy: Yes, well, anyone who's not a Dalek is an enemy of the Daleks, so that was an easy guess. Dalek Supreme: You will be exterminated. Missy: Please, please do, because I have been on my feet all day. Missy: But before you get all exterminate-y, two things. One, I want to see Davros. Two, I have a lovely little gift for you all, if you take me to him right now. Dalek Supreme: We do not negotiate. Missy: Clara Oswald. I brought you complete control of the Doctor, gift-wrapped. Better. Canned. [ Davros' room ] Davros: It is beautiful, my world, is it not? The Doctor: How did you get it back? Davros: The Daleks remade it. Like you, they have a strong concept of home. The Doctor: No, like you. Everything you are, they are. Davros: Like both of us, perhaps. How far we have come to go home again. The Doctor: I'm trying to pep this up, but you've been going a long time. Every Dalek on Skaro isn't enough any more. Davros: It is so good of you to help me. The Doctor: I'm not helping you. I'm helping a little boy I abandoned on a bttlefield. I think I owe him a sunrise. The Doctor: Come on, chin up. ( Davros moans softly ) The Doctor: Any minute now... Davros: I have always admired you, Doctor. The Doctor: Here it comes. Davros: I wish, just once, we had been on the same side. The Doctor: Look, the sun's coming up. We're on the same side now. Davros: I regret I cannot open my eyes. ( Davros gasps ) The Doctor: OK, don't ever tell anyone that I did this. The Doctor: A little bit of regeneration energy. Probably cost me an arm or a leg somewhere down the line. Or I'll just be really little. ( Davros chuckles ) The Doctor: Should be enough, just to... ( He screams ) Davros: Hold him firm, Colony Sarff. He is precious to us now. ( He gasps and groans ) The Doctor: What are you doing? Davros: Regeneration energy. The ancient magic of the Time Lords. I thought I would have to tear you apart to take it from you but, as always, your compassion is your downfall. The Doctor: No! No! No, please! No! Davros: You have opened your veins of your own free will, and all Daleks shall drink the blood of Gallifrey. They shall rise stronger than ever. ( He screams ) [ Control room ] Dalek Supreme: Where is Clara Oswald? You will tell us! You will tell us! You will tell us... ( Power drops ) Missy: I'm sorry. Was I, er, was I boring you? Missy: No. No, no, no, no, Doctor. What have you done? Clara: What's happening? Clara in Dalek: What is happening? Missy: I have to find the Doctor. Clara: No! Clara in Dalek: Exterminate! Clara: No! Clara in Dalek: Exterminate! Clara: Please, you can't just leave me here. Please! [ Davros' room ] Davros: There was a prophecy, Doctor, on your own world. The Doctor: Please you must, you must stop this. You must stop this! Davros: It spoke of a hybrid creature. Two great warrior races forced together to create a warrior greater than either. Is that what you ran from, Doctor? Your part in the coming of the hybrid? Half Dalek, half Time Lord? [ Corridor ] Missy: Give me your gn! [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: Stop! ( He screams ) ( Hissing ) ( Hissing stops ) ( Power surges ) [ Control room ] Dalek Supreme: We are renewed. We are more powerful. The experiment has succeeded. All praise Davros. Daleks chant: All praise Davros! All praise Davros! ( Chanting continues ) [ Davros' room ] Missy: Morning. The Doctor: Where's Clara? Missy: Oh, hello to you, too. The Doctor: You're alive, so she is too. Where is she? Missy: I'm fine, thanks for asking. Davros: Oh, you are not fine. Thanks to you, Doctor, my creations shall grow to yet greater supremacy, and my own life is prolonged. This is the final defeat of the Time Lords. Have you nothing to say, Doctor? The Doctor: Three. Davros: Do you understand what has happened? Hear my children sing. The Doctor: Two. Missy: Oh, I know that face. Davros: All praise Davros, creator and saviour of the Daleks. The Doctor: One. ( Loud rumbling ) Davros: What is that? What's happening? [ Control room ] Dalek Supreme: We are under attck. Explain! Explain! [ Davros' room ] The Doctor: I knew exactly what you were doing, and I let you do it. You transmitted regeneration energy into every Dalek on this planet. Every single one. Davros: What have you done? The Doctor: One word. Er, no, two words, actually. First word, moron. ( She sniggers ) The Doctor: Second word, sewers. [ Control room ] Dalek: Emergency! What is happening? Power is fluctuating! [ Davros' room ] Davros: No. This cannot be correct. How can this be? The Doctor: Generations of Daleks just woke up very cross, and they are coming up the pipes. Or to put it another way, bye! Davros: Doctor, you must help me. Missy: Can I just say, it's been an absolute pleasure to finally meet you? ( He gasps ) Missy: Doctor! [ Control room ] Dalek: My vision is impaired. I cannot see. Dalek Supreme: Alert. I cannot control. [ Corridor ] Clara in Dalek: Doctor! The Doctor: This city is about to be sucked into the ground. Your own sewer is about to consume you. There's no way you can win, there is nothing you can do, so just tell me, where is Clara Oswald? Clara in Dalek: I am a Dalek. The Doctor: Yes, you're a Dalek. Where is Clara? Clara in Dalek: I am a Dalek. The Doctor: Yes, I know that you're a Dalek. Where is Clara Oswald? Clara: It's me, I'm right here! It's me, I'm in here! It's Clara! Clara in Dalek: I am a Dalek! I am a Dalek! Missy: Doctor, stop! It's you, isn't it? I mean, no offence, you all look alike, but it is it is you? Clara: Yes, it's me, it's me. I'm right here. Clara in Dalek: Affirmative. Missy: Clara's dad, Doctor. This is the one that klled her. Clara in Dalek: Do not listen to her. I am a Dalek, I am a Dalek. Missy: I got her out of the city, but this one caught us and sht her down. There was nothing I could do, I'm afraid. Clara in Dalek: I am a Dalek. Missy: She ran. She screamed. I'm so glad you didn't have to see that. Clara in Dalek: I am a Dalek. I am a Dalek. Missy: This one's a mad one, isn't it? I mean, it's almost like, like it's proud. Clara in Dalek: I am a Dalek. I am a Dalek. I am a Dalek! Missy: kll it, Doctor. They're all going to die anyway. Indulge yourself. Go on, kll the Dalek. Clara in Dalek: Do not kll me! Do not kll me! The Doctor: Is Clara dad? Clara: No! Doctor, no! I'm not dad, I'm in here! Can you hear me? Clara in Dalek: I am a Dalek. I am alive. Clara: I'm your friend. I'm your friend! Clara in Dalek: I am your enemy. Your enemy. Clara: No, please, don't. Clara in Dalek: Mercy. Mercy. The Doctor: You shouldn't be able to say that. Clara in Dalek: Mercy. The Doctor: That word shouldn't exist in your vocabulary. How did Davros teach you to say that? Clara in Dalek: Mercy. The Doctor: Why aren't you trying to kll me? Clara in Dalek: Mercy. Clara: Because I would never kll you. You are the last person I would ever kll. Clara in Dalek: I show mercy. The Doctor: I'm putting the gn down. Open your casing. Clara: How? Clara in Dalek: How? The Doctor: Just think the word "open". It'll work. Missy: Oh, look at that. Now, there's a surprise. The Doctor: Missy, run. Clara: Oh, Doctor... Missy: In a way, this is why I gave her to you in the first place. To make you see. The friend inside the enemy, the enemy inside the friend. The Doctor: I'm sorry, Clara. I'm so sorry! Missy: Everyone's a bit of both. Everyone's a hybrid. The Doctor: I said, run. Missy: It wasn't me who ran, Doctor. That was always you. [ Control room ] Dalek Supreme: Emergency! Dalek control is compromised. The Doctor: Where was the TARDIS? It was over there somewhere, wasn't it? Dalek Supreme: What is happening? Explain! Explain! The Doctor: Dalek Supreme, your sewers are revolting. Dalek Supreme: You will assist, or you will be exterminated. The Doctor: Oh, well, go on, then. Exterminate away. Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: Oops, sorry. TARDIS force field is still here. We get in, you don't. Dalek Supreme: The TARDIS has been destroyed. The Doctor: Ah, don't be silly, of course it hasn't. It just redistributed itself for a moment. Hostile Action Dispersal System. I'll give it a quick blast from my sonic, and the real time envelope will reassemble right here. Clara: Doctor, you don't have your screwdriver. The Doctor: Oh, yeah, I'm over screwdrivers. They spoil the line of your jacket. These days, I'm all about wearable technology. Clara: No! No? Seriously? Dalek Supreme: What is happening? The Doctor: Oh, same old, same old. Just the Doctor and Clara Oswald in the TARDIS. ( Metallic thrumming ) [ Corridor ] Daleks: Humanoid detected. Humanoid detected. Remain still. Do not move. Do not move. You are a Time Lord. ( She gasps ) Missy: You know what? I've just had a very clever idea. [ Planet surface ] ( Distant explsin ) ( Wind whistles ) Clara: No chance you're going to tell me what's in that confession dial, I suppose? Clara: Hmm. The Doctor: It doesn't make sense. Clara: What doesn't? The Doctor: When you were in the Dalek, you made it say "mercy". It shouldn't have understood the concept, it shouldn't have been able to say it. How did a tiny piece of mercy get into the DNA of the Daleks? Clara: Doctor? [ b*ttlefield ] Young Davros: Help me! You can't leave me, you promised. You said I had a chance. ( Metallic thrumming ) Young Davros: Who are you? I don't get it. How did you get there? The Doctor: From the future. Young Davros: Are you going to save me? The Doctor: I'm going to save my friend the only way I can. Exterminate! The Doctor: Come on, I'll take you home. Young Davros: Which side are you on? Are you the enemy? The Doctor: I'm not sure that any of that matters, friends, enemies. So long as there's mercy. Always mercy.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x02 - The Witch's Familiar"}	foreverdreaming
Moran: (O.C.): Private journal of Captain Jonathan Moran, 21st November 2119. We have located a craft of unknown origin on the lake floor. Visual scans in situ revealed nothing, so we have brought the craft on board and myself and the crew will now investigate. [ Main hangar ] Moran: How did they miss this in the initial survey? ( Water runs ) Lunn: Cass says it was buried, and then the currents of the water must have shifted the rubble around. Pritchard: A conversation needs to be had about who owns this spaceship. Moran: Can we stop calling it a spaceship? We don't know what it is. Pritchard: A case could be made that this is an asset, and my company has bought the rights to all assets... Moran: Whoa, whoa. What's this? Lunn, grab me a torch, will you? Moran: It was found on MOD property, even if that property is underwater. Moran: What you bought is the oil under the ground. Lunn! Where's the torch? Cass (Lunn translates): Can I go in? Moran: What is the radiation count? Bennett: Pretty much background level. O'Donnell: Anything more, it would have shown up on the initial survey twenty years ago. Lunn: If it's not safe, how come you can go in? Cass (via Lunn): How long do you think it's been down here? Bennett: Well, there's next to no corrosion. I've not seen technology like this... Moran: Please don't say on Earth. Bennett: On Earth before. Moran: Maybe it's some kind of experimental craft that got left behind when they abandoned the site. Bennett: Wait, you think the Army would just lose a prototype wapon? Moran: You're new to the military, aren't you, son? Lunn: Cass says he might be right. It might have been here since the 1980s, when the valley flooded. Moran: Cass! ( Beeping ) Lunn: Come on! Move! Come on, we need to go now! ( Alarms blare ) Computer: fre in the main hangar. Safety protocols have been initiated. All crew must evacuate immediately. This safety message was brought to you by Vector Petroleum. [ Corridor ] O'Donnell: We can't just leave him in there! Pritchard: There was something in the spaceship, I saw it! Bennett: O'Donnell. O'Donnell, he's dad. Didn't you see? Lunn: The fre, are we safe out here? Bennett: It's fine. The CO2 will put the fre out. O'Donnell: It was you! You were messing about with the controls on that ship! ( She screams ) Bennett: Moran. But... we just saw you... O'Donnell: He's... Oh, my God. He's a... ghost. [ Corridor ] ( Metallic thrumming ) The Doctor: What's wrong? You're not happy. Why aren't you happy? Tell me. Clara: (O.C.): Come on! we're on a roll! Clara: Monsters, things blwing up. Oh, hey, can we go back to that place where the people with the long necks have been celebrating New Year for two centuries? I left my sunglasses there. And most of my dignity. The Doctor: Why have you brought us here? Clara: Here being...? The Doctor: Underwater. Some sort of a base. The technology's twenty second century. Maybe military, maybe scientific. Clara: Is there a crew? The Doctor: Must be, somewhere, if there's oxygen. Clara: I want another adventure. Come on, you feel the same. You're itching to save a planet, I know it. [ Mess hall ] Clara: Doctor, look at this. The Doctor: Well. Looks like you got your wish. Clara: Food fight? The Doctor: I think there was more to it than that. Whatever it was, it happened pretty recently. The Doctor: Seven or eight hours ago. No bodies, though. Clara: And they took provisions. OK, so something or someone forced the crew to abandon the base. Maybe they went for a swim in the creepy flooded village outside... Clara: Oh, yeah. You see, this is more like it. Clara: Oh, come on. Don't leave me hanging. [ Corridor ] The Doctor: Look. Told you. Crew. The Doctor: Hello, sailors! ( Ghostly whispering ) The Doctor: Right, I did not expect that. Hands up who expected that. The Doctor: Wait, wait. I don't think they're going to hurt us. I think that they're just curious. Clara: Are you sure? The Doctor: Well, I mean, define sure. Look at you lovely chaps. What's happened to you, then? The Doctor: Come on. Clara: What are they? The Doctor: I haven't a clue. Isn't that exciting? [ Main hangar ] Clara: Where did they go? What is it, some kind of submarine? The Doctor: No, it's alien. The Doctor: That's weird. The TARDIS hasn't translated it. ( Ghostly whispering ) Clara: Hey, look, they're back. The Doctor: Hello! Did you want to show us this? It's very nice. ( They whisper ) Clara: Wait, are they saying something? Clara: OK, they now appear to be arming themselves. The Doctor: Yes, I spotted that, too. The Doctor: Was it something she said? She does that. She once had an argument with Gandhi...! Clara: I'm starting to see why the crew did a runner. [ Corridor ] ( She shrieks ) Clara: Run! O'Donnell: In here! Quick! [ Faraday cage ] The Doctor: What are you? Pritchard: Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here? The Doctor: This is Clara, and I'm the Doctor. Pritchard: You're from UNIT. The Doctor: Well, if that's what it says. Pritchard: I'm Pritchard, this is Bennett. O'Donnell: O'Donnell! Are you really the Doctor? I'm a huge fan! I mean, er, you know Nice work. Lunn: Tim Lunn, I sign for Cass. The Doctor: Tell me, what about those things out there? What are they? Why are they trying to kll us? Bennett: Well, they're er, they're ghosts. The Doctor: They're not ghosts. Lunn: Cass is saying... The Doctor: Thank you, but I actually don't need your help. I can speak sign. Go ahead. ( Soundless ) The Doctor: No, no, actually, I can't. It's been deleted for semaphore. Someone get me a selection of flags. Cass (via Lunn): One of the ghosts is our previous commanding officer. The other, um moley guy, we don't know what he is. The Doctor: He's from the planet Tivoli. Bennett: See? I told you he was an alien. Didn't I say that? The Doctor: Weird thing is, they're not violent. They're too cowardly. They wouldn't say boo to a goose. They're more likely to give the goose their car keys and bank details. When did they first appear? O'Donnell: Oh, did you see that spaceship in the hangar? Yeah, we found that on the lake bed and we'd just got it on board and one of the engines started up and then Moran got... Moran was klled. Cass (via Lunn): Then they appeared and pretty much straight away started trying to kll us. So we grabbed what we could and we were looking for somewhere to hide, and that's when we realised the ghosts couldn't come in here. Clara: What is this place? The Doctor: It's a Faraday cage. Completely impenetrable to radio waves, and apparently, whatever those things are out there. So, who's in charge now? I need to know who to ignore. Cass (via Lunn): That would be me. Lunn: Her. Pritchard: Actually, that would be me. Pritchard: I represent Vector Petroleum. We've obtained the mining rights to the oil. The Doctor: The oil? Where are we? Bennett: This used to be a military training site. There was a dam overlooking it, but the dam burst and the valley was submerged. Pritchard: Then twenty years ago, we discovered a massive oil reservoir underneath it. Computer: Good morning. Entering day mode. O'Donnell: OK, it's morning. We can go outside now. Lunn: Thank God for that. Pritchard: At last, we can get out of here. Clara: Morning? Bennett: Yeah, we're too far below the surface for daylight, so we have to demarcate artificial days and nights. The Doctor: I'd like to have a further look at that spaceship, but what about those things that aren't ghosts? O'Donnell: Oh, it's all right. They only come out at night. Clara: Weird how that is not comforting. [ Main hangar ] The Doctor: If whatever they are... Pritchard: They're ghosts. The Doctor: They're not ghosts. Have been trying to kll you, why haven't you abandoned the base? Pritchard: That was my call. We've got about a trillion dollars worth of mining equipment here. We're not just going to abandon it What? If it all goes pear-shaped, it's not them that lose a bonus. The Doctor: It's OK. I understand. You're an idiot. Come to mention it, why is there a Faraday cage on the base? Bennett: It's the mining equipment. It runs on nuclear fission. The Faraday cage has been lined with lead to act as a shelter in the event of a radiation leak. The Doctor: So, we are fighting an unknown homicidal force that has taken the form of your commanding officer and a cowardly alien, underwater, in a nuclear reactor. Anything else I should know? Someone got a peanut allergy, or something? The Doctor: It all started with this ship. This is where the answer will be. The Doctor: What's happened to the stuff you've removed? This is for long-haul flights. There should be a suspended-animation chamber for the pilot right here. Plus, one of the power cells is missing. Pritchard: Power cell? The Doctor: Yeah. You can see the casing is empty. Lunn: It's not safe out here! Clara: What's the matter? Lunn: She won't let me look inside the spaceship. She says it's not safe. I'm saying it's not safe out here. Pritchard: I imagine they're pretty valuable. The Doctor: What? Pritchard: I mean powerful. Those power cells. I imagine they're pretty powerful. The Doctor: Well, they can zap a vessel from one side of the galaxy to the other, so, you know, take a wild sab in the dark. Pritchard: And the missing one must still be out there. The Doctor: Yes, well, otherwise. Sorry, why is this man still talking to me? O'Donnell: We haven't removed anything. There hasn't been time. The Doctor: So what have we got? Moran dies, and then those things appear. They can walk through walls. They only come out at night and they're sort of see-through. Clara: Doctor, wait, you're not saying... [ Bridge ] The Doctor: They're ghosts! Yeah, ghosts... Clara: You said there was no such thing. You actually pooh-poohed the ghost theory. The Doctor: Yes, well, well, there was no such thing as, as socks or smartphones and badgers until there suddenly were. Besides, what else could they be? They're not holograms, they're not Flesh Avatars, they're not Autons, they're not digital copies bouncing around the Nethersphere. No, these people are literally, actually, dad. Wow. This is, it's amazing! I've never actually met a proper ghost. Cass (via Lunn): Moran was our friend. Clara: The cards. The Doctor: Oh! Oh, right you are. ( Rustling ) Clara: Oh, come here. ( She clears her throat ) ( He clears his throat ) The Doctor: Ahem. I'm very sorry for your loss. I'll do all I can to solve the death of your friend slash family member slash pet. The Doctor: But don't you see what this means? Death! It was the one thing that unified every single living creature in the universe, and now it's gone. How can you just sit there? Don't you want to go out there right now, wrestle them to the ground and ask them questions until your throat falls out? What's death like? Does it hurt? Do you still get hungry? Do you miss being alive? Why can you only handle metal objects? Oh, I didn't know I'd noticed that. OK, so they'll try to kll you, blah, blah, blah. What does that matter? You come back. A bit mrder-y, sure, but even so! Calm, Doctor, calm. You were like this when you met Shirley Bassey. OK. Question one. What is a ghost? Question two. What do they want? O'Donnell: Whoa. Whoa, what's happening? Computer: Good evening. Entering night mode. O'Donnell: That's not right. We're switching back into night mode again. This can't happen! No, no, no! ( Distant clanging ) Bennett: Um, what's doing that? ( Clanging continues ) Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: The TARDIS Cloister Bell! [ TARDIS ] Clara: Doctor, what's wrong? The Doctor: It must be the ghosts. That's why she was upset when we got here. Clara: Why? I don't understand. The Doctor: It's just what I was saying. You live and you die. That's it. The ghosts are aberrations. A splinter of time in the skin. They're unnatural. She wants to get away from them. Clara: So, what do we do? ( Engines power down ) The Doctor: Put the handbrake on. ( Silence ) The Doctor: Whoa! Ho, ho, ho, ho! Where do you think you're going? Clara: Out there, where the action is. The Doctor: Look, you, er... Clara: What? The Doctor: Oh, this is my own fault. I like adventures as much as the next man. If the next man is a man who likes adventures. Even so, don't, don't go native. Clara: What do you mean? I'm not. The Doctor: Look, there's a whole dimension in here, but there's only room for one me. Clara: Wait, wait a second. You just raved about ghosts like a kid who had too much sherbet. The Doctor: Do you know what you need? You need a hobby. Clara: I really don't. The Doctor: Or even better, another relationship. Come on, you lot, you're bananas about relationships. You're always writing songs about them, or going to wr, or getting tattooed... Clara: Doctor, I'm fine. The Doctor: I just felt that I, I, I had to say something. Clara: I know. And I appreciated it. The Doctor: Because I've got a duty of care. Clara: Which you take very seriously, I know. The Doctor: So can I stop now? Clara: Please. Please do. ( Metallic thrumming ) [ Airlock ] O'Donnell (over intercom): Attention, all crew. The Drum has switched to night mode early so grab provisions and make your way to the Faraday cage. Pritchard: That you, Bennett? I went out looking for that missing power cell. OK, contractually, it's a grey area, but I reckon we can argue everything non-indigenous is an asset and therefore Prichard: Bennett? Pritchard: We're meant to be in day mode! You shouldn't be here. ( Ghostly whispering ) Pritchard: What? What? What what are you saying? Pritchard: No, Moran! Don't! ( He gasps ) [ Mess hall ] O'Donnell (O.C.): Pritchard, you are unaccounted for. Contact the bridge or get to the Faraday cage immediately. Pritchard, contact the bridge or get to the Faraday cage! Bennett: I'd love to work for UNIT, Earth's first line of defence, and all. I'm probably not suited, though. Not much of a fighter. More of a bleeder. Clara: Pritchard! Where you have you been? Everyone's been looking for you. What's with the wet suit? Bennett: Yeah, where have you been? [ Bridge ] Bennett: (O.C.): O'Donnell, it's OK. Pritchard's in here!. O'Donnell: Pritchard, you moron. Grab your stuff, we're locking down early. In case I can't get this back into day mode. [ Mess hall ] Clara: Is he all right? ( Loud thud ) Bennett: Man overboard. Man overboard! We need a rescue team in the water now! Clara: Bennett, wait! It's Pritchard. ( Ghostly whispering ) Clara: He's a ghost. He's another ghost. [ Bridge ] O'Donnell: Come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Computer: Good morning. Entering day mode. Pritchard: No! No, Moran! Don't! ( Water gushes ) The Doctor: They're working out how to use the base against us. Altering the time settings so they can go about uninhibited, opening the airlocks... They're learning. Clara: And now there's three of them. Bennett: Cass, what do we do? Cass (via Lunn): We abandon the base. Topside can send down a whole team of marines or ghost-busters or whatever. The Doctor: Wait, wait. Cass (via Lunn): I can't force you to leave, so you can stay and do the whole cabin in the woods thing and get klled or drowned, if you want. But my first priority is to protect my crew. Clara )quietly): But we're coming back, aren't we? The Doctor: Yes, we're coming back. Cass (via Lunn): O'Donnell, contact Topside. Tell them we're abandoning the base on my orders. O'Donnell: Topside, Topside, this is Lance Corporal Alice O'Donnell from Drum Control. Over. Topside: (O.C.): Drum Control, this is Topside. We have received your message. Submarine on its way. Over. O'Donnell: Repeat, Topside. Over. Topside: (O.C.): We've received your request for a rescue sub. It's two minutes away. Over. O'Donnell: Topside, who did you speak to and when was this request made? Over. Topside: (O.C.): Drum Control, it was in Morse code and arrived maybe half an hour ago. Said it was urgent, comms were down, two crew members critically ill, full paramedic team requested. Over. The Doctor: Topside, this is the Doctor, UNIT security visa seven one zero Apple zero zero. You may be familiar with my work. Call back the sub. Topside: (O.C.): Doctor, why would... The Doctor: Call it back! We have a hazardous and undefined contagion on board. This base is now under quarantine. Bennett: What did you do that for? The Doctor: Well, none of us sent the message, did we? So that means that the ghosts sent it, which means they want that crew down here. Lunn: Why would they do that? The Doctor: Well, I don't know, but I'm pretty certain it's not so they can all form a boy band. OK. We solve this on our own. The ghosts can only come out at night so they change the base's time settings. Why? What's different at night? O'Donnell: It's mainly atmospheric. The lights are dim, the noise from the engines is muffled. The Doctor: No. Something, something else. Cass (via Lunn): The diagnostic sweep. When the systems are checked, that stops at night to save power. The Doctor: What systems specifically? O'Donnell: Life support, the locks. They're electromagnetic. They have to be secured in case of flooding, so throughout the day, they're checked, one by one, every few seconds. The Doctor: The answer is in there somewhere, I can smell it. Clara: Doctor, what do we do? The Doctor: O'Donnell. Excellent work, returning the base to day mode. O'Donnell: Shut up. It was nothing You really think so? The Doctor: Now put it back into night mode. O'Donnell: What! The Doctor: We know nothing. We don't know what they want. That's what's getting us klled. Well, I won't run. Not any more. So, O'Donnell, kindly put the base back into night mode. We want to know what these ghosts are after? We ask them. We're going to do the impossible. We're going to capture a ghost. [ Mess hall ] Computer: Good evening. Entering night mode. Bennett: H-Hey, how's it going? ( He whimpers ) [ Bridge ] O'Donnell: Bennett's got them moving, and Clara's in position. The Doctor: Clara, Bennett is going to run across the top of the T-junction to your right... [ Corridor ] The Doctor: (O.C.): In about ten seconds. Draw the ghosts towards you. Turn right, and then take second left. Clara: Hey! Hey, ghosts. Down here! [ Bridge ] The Doctor: Lunn, they're coming your way. Clara's going to duck down to her left. You've got to keep the ghosts going on the same route they're on now. [ Corridor ] The Doctor: (O.C.): Then, after about fifty yards on your left, there is a flood door. [ Bridge ] The Doctor: O'Donnell will close the door once you're through. [ Corridor ] Lunn: I, I can hear them. [ Bridge ] The Doctor: Lunn, don't let them see where you go. [ Road junction ] Lunn: Hey! Yeah, this way. Lunn: We've got a problem! [ Bridge ] O'Donnell: They've separated. The Doctor: What? O'Donnell: Moran and the mole guy are going after Clara. [ Corridor ] O'Donnell (O.C.): Clara, look out. Two ghosts are still on your case. Right behind you. Clara: I'm beginning to think we should have let the ghosts in on the plan. [ Bridge ] The Doctor: Clara, there's a flood door at the end of the corridor, around the corner to your right. We'll close it from here. Listen to me. You've got to get through that door before Moran and the other ghost sees you. [ Flood door ] Clara: Doctor. [ Bridge ] The Doctor: Now, O'Donnell, fast as you can! [ Corridor ] Lunn: Guys, I'm nearly at my door. [ Bridge ] The Doctor: Now, Lunn, quickly. [ Flood door ] Lunn: It saw me. Oh, God. [ Bridge ] Lunn: (O.C.): It saw me. It's coming through. It's coming through the door. O'Donnell: We don't have a camera in there. The Doctor: No, no, Lunn. Lunn, can you hear me? Can you hear me? Lunn, what's happening? ( Wrench clatters ) The Doctor: Lunn, can you hear me? Lunn? Lunn? [ Floor door ] The Doctor: (O.C.): Can you hear me? Lunn, Lunn? Lunn, Lunn! What's happening? Lunn? Lunn? Can you hear me? Lunn: I'm OK. [ Bridge ] O'Donnell: Cass, he's alive. Lunn: (O.C.): It didn't hurt me. I'm OK... The Doctor: What? What's wrong with you? Why didn't it hurt you? Bennett, you're on again. Bennett, where are you? O'Donnell: There. Oh, God, look. The Doctor: Bennett, can you hear me? [ Corridor ] The Doctor: (O.C.): There are two ghosts just around the corner from you. Bennett: Yes, thanks, I'd noticed. [ Bridge ] The Doctor: The Faraday cage is across the intersection and down the corridor to your right. This last bit is down to you. [ Corridor ] Bennett: OK, so, the good news is, they aren't split up any more. Cue Clara! ( Lock turns in door ) [ Outside Faraday cage ] The Doctor: We need to talk. Sorry, chaps. Just a hologram. You play a little bit too rough. [ Bridge ] Clara: I'm fine, by the way, in case any of you were worried. [ Outside Faraday cage ] The Doctor: Cass, are you seeing this? [ Bridge ] O'Donnell: Sonic glasses Wi-Fi locked in. On screen B2. Lunn: She says she can't see them properly. [ Outside Faraday cage ] Lunn: (O.C.): The glass is too thick and they're too far away. The Doctor: Open the door. [ Bridge ] O'Donnell: What? Clara: Doctor, you can't go in there, they will kll you! [ Faraday cage ] The Doctor: They don't have any wapon or access to any of the controls. They can't hurt me, so open the door. ( Ghostly whispering ) The Doctor: Cold, isn't it? Take away your wapon and you're not so scary, are you? Is that better, Cass? [ Bridge ] Lunn: She says they're saying the same thing, the same phrase, over and over. They're saying the dark. The score. No, the sword. The... for sale? No, the forsaken. The temple. [ Faraday cage ] The Doctor: What? Lunn: (O.C.): Yes, she's sure. The dark, the sword, the forsaken, the temple. Lunn: (O.C.): Just that. Over and over. The Doctor: Dark, sword, forsaken, temple. What does that mean? What are you telling me, big man? ( Ghostly whispering ) Bennett! I need maps. I think I just worked out what our friend here is telling us. [ Bridge ] The Doctor: They're coordinates. Bennett: How can they be coordinates? The Doctor: The dark? Space. So, whoever's following the coordinates knows they're going to another planet. The sword? The Doctor: Orion's sword. The sword, the three stars, although one isn't actually a star but the Orion Nebula, hanging down from Orion's belt. But if viewed from back here, the Earth becomes the fourth bit of the sword. So, narrowed it down to a planet now. Getting closer. The Doctor: The forsaken. The forsaken or abandoned or empty town. See, it's a location, beaming out to someone or something across the universe, over and over. And every time they kll one of us... Clara: It strengthens the signal. Another ghost, another transmitter. O'Donnell: Which is why they sent for that rescue sub. The Doctor: Get more people down here, kll them, make even more ghosts to beam out the coordinates. Cass (via Lunn): But why are they beaming out the coordinates? Is it a distress call? The Doctor: It could be. Or a warning. Might even be a call to arms. It could mean, come here, they're vulnerable, help yourself. Wait a minute, though. Wait a minuet. Do you know what this means? It means that they're not a natural phenomenon. It means that someone is deliberately getting people klled, hijacking their souls and turning them into transmitters. O'Donnell: But what do the coordinates lead to, though? To us? To the ghosts? What? The Doctor: Ah! What the coordinates are for. That is part of the answer to the other question you're all thinking. Really? Come on. None of you? Surely just being around me makes you cleverer by osmosis? What is the other question? Cass (via Lunn): The temple. The fourth part of the directions. What's the temple? The Doctor: Finally. It's like pulling teeth. This is the flooded military town. Shops, houses, town square, and this. Clara: A church? The Doctor: Whatever the coordinates are for, it's in that church. Find that and you're a hop, skip and a jump to stopping them. Bennett: Wait, you're not suggesting that? But we're safe now. The ghosts are in the cage. We can get out of here. The Doctor: No one has to stay. In fact, I would prefer it if you went. You'll all get in the way and ask ridiculous questions. But, you know, you have chosen to protect and serve. You have given yourself to science and the pursuit of knowledge. None of you have chosen anonymous or selfish lives. Go, and a part of you will always wonder, what would have happened if I'd stayed? How could I have helped? What would I have learned? I want you to go. But you should know what it is that you're leaving. Lunn: Cass says we should go, but everything that happens here is her responsibility now, so she's going to stay. So I, er, guess I should too. O'Donnell: Well, count me in. Who wants to live forever, anyway? Bennett: Sorry, er, have you gone insane? We can go home. Bennett: They're ghosts, though. How can they be ghosts? Well, at least if I die, you know I really will come back and haunt you all. Bennett: OK, the sub is approaching the town square. Which way is the church? O'Donnell North-north-west, one hundred and fifty yards. That's it. Starboard two degrees. Clara: What are we looking for, exactly? The Doctor: Something that has the power to raise the dad and turn them into transmitters. I expect we'll know it when we see it. Bennett: Wait, I've found the church. The Doctor: That's it, keep going. The Doctor: Wait. What's that? Move closer. [ Main hangar ] The Doctor: It's the suspended-animation chamber from the spaceship. Clara: So the pilot could be in there. The Doctor: There's something inside there. But it's deadlock sealed. I can't open it. It should be the pilot, it should be. So why do I think it isn't? More questions. Everything I solve, just more questions. I have to go back to the beginning. We arrive, we see the ghosts. They don't kll us. They lead us here, they show us the spaceship. Then they try to kll us. The Doctor: Not translated by the TARDIS. Why? ( Beeping and whirring ) The Doctor: Lunn, translate for me. Whenever I step outside, you are the smartest person in the room. So, tell me, what's weird about this? I know that it's all bonkers but, you know, when you think about it, one thing keeps snagging in your mind. What is it? Cass (via Lunn): The markings on the inside of the spaceship. The Doctor: The markings on the inside of the spaceship. Yes! Why? Cass (via Lunn): I don't think they're just words. The Doctor: They're not. They're magnets. Bennett: Magnets? How? The Doctor: Well, a localised and manufactured electromagnetic field, to be precise. The dark. The sword. The forsaken. The temple. When we heard the coordinates for the first time, did anyone expect them not to be that? No, exactly. Me neither. It's like we already knew, somehow. Like the words were already in us. O'Donnell: So that writing is the coordinates? The Doctor: Everything we see or experience shapes us in some way. But these words actually rewrite the synaptic connections in your brain. They literally change the way you are wired. Clara, why don't I have a radio in the TARDIS? Clara: You took it apart and used the pieces to make a clockwork squirrel. The Doctor: And because whatever song I heard first thing in the morning, I was stuck with. Two weeks of Mysterious Girl by Peter Andre. I was begging for the brush of Death's merciful hand. Don't you see? These words are an earworm. A song you can't stop humming, even after you die. Clara: OK, so, the spaceship lands here. The pilot leaves the writing on the wall so whoever sees it, when they die, they become a beacon of the coordinates, while he slash she slash it snoozes in the suspended-animation chamber... The Doctor: Waiting for his slash her slash its mates to pick the message up. My God. Every time I think it couldn't get more extraordinary, it surprises me. It's impossible. I hate it. It's evil. It's astonishing. I want to kiss it to death. ( Alarm blares ) Computer: Attention, all crew. Evacuate base immediately. Emergency protocols have been initiated. This safety message was brought to you by Vector Petroleum. Fuel for our futures. O'Donnell: Oh, no. The ghosts tampering with the day-night settings caused a computer malfunction. Its its first priority is to keep the reactor cool, so it's opening the hull doors and it's flooding the base. Lunn: Cass says, close the internal flood doors. That'll contain the water in the central corridor. The Doctor: Where's the TARDIS? O'Donnell: On the other side. The Doctor: We need to get there. It's our only way out. O'Donnell: OK. We've got thirty seconds before the flood doors close. [ Corridor ] Clara: Come on! Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: I'll get you and the others out. Sit tight, I'll come back for you. Clara: Just come over here in the TARDIS now. The Doctor: The TARDIS won't go there. It won't go near the ghosts. Clara: You can't just leave us! The Doctor: Listen to me. I'm going back in time to when this spaceship landed. If I can understand why this is happening, I can stop them klling anyone else. I can save you. You trust me, don't you, Clara? Bennett: Wait, you're going to go back in time? How do you do that? The Doctor: Extremely well. [ Mess hall ] Lunn: You're sure they're not going to hurt us? Clara: They can't get out of the Faraday cage. [ TARDIS ] ( Metallic thrumming ) The Doctor: Back to before the flood. [ Mess hall ] Cass (via Lunn): And you're sure the Doctor won't just leave us here? Clara: Guys, look, this is how we roll. He's going to go away, come back and we'll have to listen to how he did it. Lunn: Is it Moran or Pritchard or the mole guy? How, how did they get out? Clara: No, I don't think it's any of them. I think it's a new ghost. Lunn: What does that mean? Clara: It means that something happened in the past, it means that somebody else must have. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no. Another ghost has appeared. What does it mean? I have to die. This is the town before it flooded. I need to know how you create these creatures with nothing but words. He's opened the Faraday cage, let the other ghosts out. This isn't about saving me. I'm a dad man walking. So, who's next?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x03 - Under the Lake (1)"}	foreverdreaming
O'Donnell: Did you see that spaceship in the hangar? Yeah, we found it on the lake bed. O'Donnell: In here! Clara: Wait, are they saying something? The Doctor: The dark, the sword, the forsaken, the temple. These words actually rewrite the synaptic connections in your brain. They're coordinates. Someone is deliberately getting people klled and turning them into transmitters. I can save you. Clara: A new ghost, oh, no, no, no, no... [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: So there's this man. He has a time machine. Up and down history he goes, zip zip zip zip zip, getting into scrapes. Another thing he has is a passion for the works of Ludwig van Beethoven. And one day he thinks, "What's the point of having a time machine if you don't get to meet your heroes?" So off he goes to 18th-century Germany. But he can't find Beethoven anywhere. No-one's heard of him, not even his family have any idea who the time traveller is talking about. Beethoven literally doesn't exist. This didn't happen, by the way. I've met Beethoven. Nice chap. Very intense. Loved an arm-wrestle. No, this is called "The Bootstrap Paradox". Google it. The time traveller panics, he can't bear the thought of a world without the music of Beethoven. Luckily he'd brought all his Beethoven sheet music for Ludwig to sign. So he copies out all the concertos and the symphonies... and he gets them published. He becomes Beethoven. And history continues with barely a feather ruffled. But my question is this. "Who put those notes and phrases together?" Who really composed Beethoven's 5th? (Plays the opening of Beethoven's 5th Symphony) [ Train Station ] The Doctor: Where's Bennett? We need to get going. O'Donnell: Oh, he's still throwing up. "One small step for man, one giant... Bleaurgh." The Doctor: Time travel does that sometimes. O'Donnell: Somehow I doubt that Rose or Martha or Amy lost their breakfast on their first trip. The Doctor: You seem to know an awful lot about me. O'Donnell: I used to be in military intelligence. I was demoted for dangling a colleague out of a window. The Doctor: In anger? O'Donnell: Is there another way to dangle someone out the window? What year are we in? The Doctor: 1980. O'Donnell: So, pre-Harold Saxon. Pre-the Minister of wr. Pre-the moon exploding and a big bat coming out. The Doctor: The Minister of wr? O'Donnell: Yeah. The Doctor: Never mind. I expect I'll find out soon enough. Bennett: Sorry about that. Had a prawn sandwich. Might have been off. The Doctor: Don't worry. Shall we go? O'Donnell: Just one sec, I've just got something in my boot... O'Donnell: It's bigger on the inside, it's bigger on the inside, it's bigger on the inside. How can it be bigger on the inside, Bennett? OK, let's roll. [ Town ] Bennett: Why have we gone to Russia? The Doctor: Er, we haven't. We're still in Scotland. This is the town before it flooded. The TARDIS has brought us to when the spaceship first touched down. But here and now, it's the height of the Cold wr. The military were being trained for offensives on Soviet soil. [ Spaceship ] O'Donnell: Oh, is that the pilot? God, look at size of it. The Doctor: No, that's the body. O'Donnell: What do you mean, "the body"? The Doctor: This isn't just any spaceship. It's a hearse. Bennett: The suspended animation chamber is still here, and the power cells for the engine. O'Donnell: And there are no markings on the wall. The Doctor: Yet. [ EXT. Church ] Prentis: Greetings! O'Donnell: It's him. That's the ghost from the Drum. Prentis: Remarkable. Oh, and humans, too... Albar Prentis, Funeral Director. Bennett: You're from Tivoli, aren't you? Prentis: The most invde planet in the galaxy! Our capital city has a sign saying, "If you occupied us, you'd be home by now." The Doctor: Yes, I've had dealings with your lot before. I can't say I'm a fan. Prentis: No, we do tend to antagonise. The Doctor: What are you doing here? Prentis: Ah, yes. Of course. This... is the Fisher King. He and his armies invde Tivoli and enslaved us for ten glorious years! Until we were liberated by the Arcateenians. But, thank the Gods, soon we'd irritated them so much, they enslaved us, too! Bennett: My first proper alien, and he's an idiot. Prentis: And now, in accordance with Arcateenian custom, I've come to bury him on a barren, savage outpost. O'Donnell: You mean the town? The Doctor: He means the planet. Prentis: Although, at the risk of starting a bidding wr, you could enslave me. In the ship I have directions to my planet and a selection of items that you can oppress me with. The Doctor: Listen. We've come from the future. You're about to send some sort of signal. How do you do it? Is it a special pen? Prentis: What are you talking about? The Doctor: The technology you use, the thing that wrenches the soul out of the body and makes it repeat your coordinates for eternity. Give it to me now, I'm going to take the batteries out. Prentis: We don't have anything like that. Even this belongs to the glorious Arcateenians. The Doctor: So who sends the message? (He sniffs the Doctor) The Doctor: Back to the TARDIS. I need to talk to Clara. [ Mess hall ] Lunn: You've been here before, in situations like this before. Clara: Yeah, not exactly like... But, yeah, once or twice. Lunn: So you've had to deal with people who are scared. What do you say to them? I'm asking what I should say to you. Clara: That it will be all right. That the Doctor will save us. Lunn: And when you say it, do you believe it? Clara: Yeah. Yeah, I do. Lunn: And now? Lunn: Cass thinks the Doctor is saying something different to the others. He's saying... "Moran... Pritchard... Apprentice"? No, "Prentis... O'Donnell... Clara... Doctor... Bennett... Cass..." It's a list of all our names and when he finishes, he just goes back to the beginning again, over and over. That's it. Clara: Who's Prentis? (Phone rings) Clara: It's the Doctor. Lunn: He's alive? Clara: For the moment. Clara: Doctor? Doctor, are you all right? The Doctor (O.C.): Yeah, fine. So listen, the spaceship, it's a hearse. [ TARDIS / Mess hall ] The Doctor: Clara, what's wrong? Clara: Another ghost has appeared. The Doctor: What? Who? Has someone died? Clara: Doctor... it's you. Are you OK? The Doctor: Yeah. Well... currently. Clara: What does it mean? The Doctor: It means I die. Clara: No, not necessarily. We can change the sequence of events so... The Doctor: This isn't a potential future... this is the future now. It's already happened. The proof is right there in front of you. I have to die. Clara: No. You can change things. The Doctor: I can't. Even the tiniest change, the ramifications could be catastroph... could spread carnage and chaos across the universe like ripples on a pond. Ah, well, I've had a good innings. This regeneration is a bit of a clerical error anyway. I've got to go sometime. Clara: Not with me! Die with whoever comes after me. You do not leave me. The Doctor: Clara, I need to talk to you, just on your own. The Doctor: Listen to me. We all have to face death eventually, be it ours... or someone else's. Clara: I'm not ready yet. I don't want to think about that, not yet. The Doctor: I can't change what's already happened. There are rules. Clara: So break them. And anyway, you owe me. You've made yourself essential to me. You've given me something else to to be. And you can't do that and then die. It's not fair. The Doctor: Clara. Clara: No. Doctor, I don't care about your rules or your bloody survivor's guilt. If you love me in any way, you'll come back. Doctor, are you...? The Doctor: I can't save Moran or Pritchard. Clara: No... but like you said, if you can find out why this is happening, maybe you can stop them klling anybody else, you can save us. And you can stop it happening to you. The Doctor: I'll do what I can, but the future has already happened. We've just met the Undertaker and he's still alive. (He gasps) (Heavy footsteps) (Loud roar) The Doctor: So. Ghost me. You've got a better view than me. How do I look? Any signs of trauma, any scars? Any clues as to how I die? Clara: No, nothing. You're the same as all the other ghosts with the weird black eyes and... No. No, wait. Your coat. It's torn. The right shoulder. The Doctor: I assume I'm just saying... the same thing as the others. Clara: No. You're saying a list of names. Our names, mainly. "Moran, Pritchard, Prentis, O'Donnell, Clara, Doctor, Bennett, Cass." Who's Prentis? The Doctor: The mole-faced chap. The Doctor: What's the matter, Clara, what's happening? Clara: You've moved inside. You're inside here now. The Doctor: What am I doing? (He mouths) Clara: Er, nothing. You're, you're just standing there. The Doctor: I'm not trying to kll you? Why am I not trying to kll you? Clara: No, wait, you're moving, going toward the control panel. Clara: Oh, no. He's opened the Faraday Cage. He's let the other ghosts out. The Doctor: I need to talk to me now. Clara: Didn't you hear me? You opened the Faraday Cage. The other ghosts are outside. Shouldn't we be hiding? The Doctor: In a minute. I need to talk to the ghost me. Clara: OK, Doctor, you're on. The Doctor: Doctor. Such an honour. I've always been a huge admirer. This is really a delight. Finally someone worth talking to. So firstly, why are you here? The Doctor: Clara? Clara, what's happening? Clara: Erm... Er... you've just stopped. Oh, no, wait, you've started again. Cass via Lunn: His message has changed. He's saying something different. He's saying... Clara: What? The Doctor: What? Lunn: What? Cass via Lunn: He's saying... "The chamber will open tonight." The Doctor: Clara, now the ghosts are out, go to the Faraday Cage. They won't be able to get you in there. Oh, there's a problem. Clara: Problem? What problem? Oh, really? Because everything else is going so smoothly... The Doctor: The phone signal won't be able to get through. What you'll have to do... Clara, put the phone outside, and you can watch it through the little round porthole, and when you see it ringing, if it's safe to do so, go out and answer it. Clara: OK, how long are you going to...? The Doctor: Clara, listen to me. Don't let that phone out of your sight. I need to be able to reach you, I need to know everything my ghost does. Do you understand? I'll come back for you. I swear. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Come on. Oh, wait a minute. Not you, O'Donnell. O'Donnell: Why not? The Doctor: Someone needs to stay here and mind the shop. What if Clara calls? O'Donnell: The last bloke that said something like that to me got dangled out of a window. Bennett: Maybe the Doctor's right. Maybe it's best if you stay here. O'Donnell: Never going to happen. Seriously, have you two met me? [ Spaceship ] The Doctor: Prentis. Prentis! O'Donnell: Guess that dad body wasn't so dad after all. Bennett: And now we've got the writing. The Doctor: The Fisher King did it himself. The future is still coming. [ EXT. Church ] The Doctor: He's taken the suspended animation chamber to the church. (Huge roar) O'Donnell: What was that? The Doctor: We need to get back to the TARDIS. Now! (Louder roars and screams) [ Building ] The Doctor: It's cut us off. O'Donnell: Let's split up. Go on, Bennett. (Heavy breathing and footsteps) (Loud roar) The Doctor: No, Bennett! Wait! (O'Donnell moans) Bennett: Why did you come? You shouldn't have come. I mean, you never listen to anyone. It drives me mad. O'Donnell: To keep an eye on you, idiot. So, don't die. Bennett: Who's next on the list? Bennett: That list your ghost was saying, that's the order in which people are going to die, isn't it? I mean, I've only just figured that out. But you knew that all along, didn't you? Moran, Pritchard, Prentis, O'Donnell. The Doctor: I thought perhaps, because her ghost wasn't there in the future, like Prentis's was, I thought maybe... maybe it wouldn't happen. Maybe she stood a chance. Bennett: Yeah, but you didn't try very hard to stop her, though, did you? It was almost like you wanted to test your theory. So who's next? The Doctor: Clara. Bennett: Yeah. Yeah. Except now you're going to do something about it, aren't you? Yeah, because it's getting closer to you. You're going to change history to save yourself but not to save O'Donnell. You wouldn't save her. The Doctor: This isn't about saving me. I'm a dad man walking. I'm changing history to save Clara. [ Faraday Cage ] Clara: O'Donnell's dad. Clara: Oh, no. No, no, no, no, don't you dare... Don't you dare... [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: Big day for you. Time travel - twice! Bennett: Whoa, really? When are we going to? The Doctor: Off the map! Out of the rule book. What if I don't die? What if I refuse? I'm going to go back to the base and I'm going to save Clara, because that's what I do. And I don't see anyone here who's going to stop me. [ Town ] The Doctor: Why are we still here? The Doctor: No, no, no, no, no, no. Bennett: What? The Doctor: We've moved half an hour backwards. I'm locked in my own time-stream. The TARDIS won't let me leave. Bennett: What do we do? The Doctor: Now we have to keep out of sight, until time catches up. Later Doctor: Where's Bennett? We need to get going. Oh, he's still throwing up. Bennett: Prentis. He's alive. The Doctor: No, he's just not dad yet. And we don't tell him. Bennett: Yeah, but he's right there. I mean, we can just... The Doctor: No. However that sentence ends, no, we can't. Save him, and you'll want to save O'Donnell. You can't cheat time. I've just tried. You can't just go back and cut off tragedy at the root. Because you find yourself talking to someone you just saw dad on a slab. Because then you really do see ghosts. We don't tell him. Understand? Not a word. We don't have that right. [ EXT. Church ] Later Prentis: Albar Prentis, Funeral Director. Later Bennett: You're from Tivoli, aren't you? Later Prentis: The most invde planet in the galaxy! Our capital city has a sign saying, "If you occupied us, you'd be home by now." Later Doctor: Yes, I've had dealings with your lot before. I can't say I'm a fan. Later Prentis: No, we do tend to antagonise! (gn) Later Doctor: What are you doing here? Later Prentis: Ah, yes. Of course. [ Faraday Cage ] Clara: The dark. The sword. The forsaken. The temple. When we found out what the ghosts were saying, we weren't surprised because the words, they were already inside us. (He mouths) Clara: But you, you were, weren't you? You didn't know what the words were going to be. Lunn: No, I didn't. How did you know? Clara: Who was the one person who didn't see the writing in the spaceship? Lunn: Me. Cass wouldn't let me go inside. Clara: That's why the ghosts didn't hurt you when they had the chance. The message isn't inside you. Lunn: Yes, I suppose that makes sense. Clara: So you can get the phone back. Lunn: What? Lunn: She's saying I should go and get the phone back. Cass: No. Clara: Listen, listen. I need... We, we need to be able to contact the Doctor and you are the only one who can do this. Lunn: OK. No, she's right. Neither of you can get it back. Clara: What? What is it? What did she say? Lunn: It doesn't matter. Clara: Please. Lunn: She said to ask you whether travelling with the Doctor changed you, or were you always happy to put other people's lives at risk. Clara: He taught me to do what has to be done. You should get going. [ EXT. Church ] The Doctor: Oh. I need more time. It's too soon. I haven't saved her yet. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. I've got no choice now, I have to face the Fisher King. You, back to the TARDIS. [ Outside the Faraday Cage ] Clara: Look, he'll be fine, I promise. Clara: OK. Didn't need anyone to translate that. [ EXT. Church ] The Doctor: Now I'm ready. (Wind howls) [ Basement ] The Doctor: I've come from the future. I've seen the chaos you cause. The bloodshed. Fisher King (O.C.): Tell me what you have seen. The Doctor: Ghosts. Fisher King (O.C.): Ghosts? The Doctor: Souls wrenched from the dad. Repeating directions to here, to this spot, over and over. Fisher King (O.C.): How many ghosts do I create? How many? The Doctor: Four that I know of. Maybe five by now. Probably more since I left. Fisher King (O.C.): My ghosts will make more ghosts. Enough to bring an armada. Enough to wake me from my sleep. (Machine dings) (Machine beeps) (Indistinct hissing) (Indistinct hissing) (Rhythmic thumping) The Doctor: What will happen when your people arrive? Fisher King (O.C.): We will drain the oceans and put the humans in chains. The Doctor: This world is protected by me. Fisher King (O.C.): Yes. One man, lost in time. [ Mess hall ] Computer: Door emergency security lock. [ Basement ] Fisher King: The seed of their destruction is already sown. They will die. The message will be sent. My people will come, and you will do nothing to stop it, Time Lord. [ Faraday Cage ] Clara: Hey, no, no, no, no. Cass! Wait, what are you doing? Look, Lunn, he is going to be fine, I promise. We have to stay here. I know that look. I do that look. OK, fine. But we stick together. [ Basement ] Fisher King: Time Lords. Cowardly, vain curators who suddenly remembered they had teeth and became the most warlike race in the galaxy. But you, you! You are curious. You have seen the words, too. I can hear them tick inside you. But you are still locked in your history. Still slavishly protecting Time. Willing to die rather than change a word of the future. [ Corridors ] Clara: Lunn. Lunn. Lunn. Oh, Cass. Cass. Cass. Idiot. I'm an idiot. (Metallic scraping) (Metallic scraping) [ Basement ] Fisher King: You will be a strong beacon. How many ghosts can I make of you? The Doctor: You know, you've got a lot in common with the Tivoleans; you'll both do anything to survive. They'll surrender to anyone. You will hijack other people's souls and turn them into electromagnetic projections. That will to endure. That refusal to ever cease. It's extraordinary. And it makes a fella think. Because you know what? If all I have to do to survive is tweak the future a bit, what's stopping me? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, the ripple effect. Maybe it will mean that the universe will be ruled by cats or something, in the future. But the way I see it, even a ghastly future is better than no future at all. You robbed those people of their deaths. Made them nothing more than a message in a bottle. You violated something more important than Time. You bent the rules of life and death. So I am putting things straight. Here, now, this is where your story ends. (Fisher King growls) [ Corridor ] (Machine beeps) (Metallic scraping) (Silence) (Metallic scraping) (Silence) (Metallic scraping) (Silence) (Metallic scraping) Clara: Oh, there you are. [ Basement ] Fisher King: There is nothing you can do. The Doctor: I've already done it. The words have gone. I got rid of them. The future I saw, none of that will happen now. The message will never contaminate my friends, no-one will die, no-one is coming to save you. That's the thing about knowing you're going to die. You've got nothing left to lose. (Fisher King growls) [ Mess hall ] Lunn: No, no, you've got to get out of here. The ghosts locked me in. It's a trap. Clara: Come on. Faraday Cage now! [ Spaceship ] Fisher King: The Time Lord... lied. (Device beeps) (Beeping intensifies) (Fisher King growls) (Rumbling) (Wind howls) [ TARDIS ] The Doctor (hologram): This is security protocol 7-1-2. The echelon circuit has been activated. Please stow any hand luggage and prepare for departure. [ Main hangar ] Clara: Back, get back. (Machine beeps) (Rumbling) (Fisher King growls) (Fisher King roars) The Doctor: Don't kiss me. Morning breath. Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: Follow me. [ Bridge ] (Fisher King roars) Clara: What's that noise? The Doctor: It's the call of the Fisher King. The call of their master. (Fisher King roars) Clara: Where are they going? So what was it? Your ghost. The Doctor: A hologram. Like the one we made of you to lure the ghosts into the Faraday Cage. With a soupcon of artificial intelligence, and a few prerecorded phrases thrown in. Uh... All beamed from the sonic glasses. As soon as you brought me and the chamber on board, it connected with the base's wi-fi and Bob's your uncle, you've got a ghost Doctor. Clara: Why did they only come out at night? The Doctor: They're electromagnetic projections that were out of phase with the base's day mode. Right. That's it. I've erased the memory of the writing. Though you might find you've lost a couple of other memories too. You know, like people you went to school with, or previous addresses or how to drink liquids. That's you two done. Where's Bennett? [ Outside the Faraday Cage ] Bennett: What will happen to them? The Doctor: UNIT will cut out the Faraday Cage with them inside and take it away. Then the space-hearse will be destroyed, so the writing doesn't infect anyone else. Bennett: What do I do now? The Doctor: I don't understand. Clara: I do. You keep going. You have to. Take it from me, there is a whole world out there. A galaxy, a life. What would O'Donnell have wanted? The Doctor: I need to erase that message from your mind, but it's fine, I'll do it later. Bennett: Lunn. Will you translate something to Cass for me? Lunn: Of course. Bennett: Tell her that you're in love with her and that you always have been. Lunn: What? Bennett: Tell her there is no point wasting time because things happen and then it's too late. Tell her I wish someone had given me that advice. Lunn: Oh, God. I was just passing on what he said. Please, don't feel... [ TARDIS ] Clara: What will UNIT do with the ghosts? The Doctor: Drag the cage into space, away from the Earth's magnetic field. With nothing to sustain them, the ghosts will eventually fade away. Clara: Here's what I don't understand. You did change the future. You stopped the Fisher King from returning. The Doctor: The Fisher King had been dad for 150 years before we even got here. But once I went back I became part of events. But here's the thing. The messages my ghost gave, they weren't for you, they were for me. That list. Everyone after you was random, but you being the next name, that's what made me confront the Fisher King. Clara: And saying the chamber will open? The Doctor: That was me telling me to get inside and when to set it for. Clara: Smart. The Doctor: Except that's not why I said them. Clara: How do you mean? The Doctor: I programmed my ghost to say them because that's what my ghost had said. And the only reason I created my ghost-hologram in the first place was because I saw it here. I was reverse engineering the narrative. Clara: OK, that's still pretty smart. The Doctor: You do not understand. When did I first have those ideas, Clara? Clara: Well, it must have been... Wow. The Doctor: Exactly. Who composed Beethoven's 5th? Doctor, help me! Yes, you're the very next thing on the list. We are Vikings! (Cheering) You fight or you die. They're called the Mire. You will beg for mercy. The deadliest warrior race in the galaxy? One of them, yes, why? This village declared wr on them. There's going to be a wr and here's some news. We'll win the hell out of it. Why are you here? I'm the Doctor, and I save people.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x04 - Before The Flood (2)"}	foreverdreaming
[ Space ] ( Heavy breathing ) Clara: Doctor! Doctor! The Doctor (O.C.): Yes, you're the very next thing on the list. Clara: Doctor, help me! The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, I'm under attck from four and a bit battle fleets... [ TARDIS / Space ] The Doctor: In case you think I'm slacking. Clara: Doctor, I think there's something in my space suit. The Doctor: Yes, that's possible, actually. You were too long in the spider mines. Clara: OK, explain? The Doctor: It's possibly a Love Sprite. Sucks your brain sucks your brain out through your mouth, hence the name. Clara: It's halfway up my leg. The Doctor: Don't worry, it's just hungry. Clara: Doctor... The Doctor: Describe the four most interesting stars you can see. Clara: There's a blue one, quite big. Two little yellowish ones just below. The Doctor: Colour of whisky, smaller one blinking? Clara: Yes! It's on the back of my neck, I can feel it. The Doctor: Great! I thought asphyxiation would kll you first. Can you see a nebula...? Can you see a nebula in a sort of wing-shape? Bit green at the end? Clara: Yes! Yes, I can. The Doctor: Great, I've seen it too. I wondered where it was. Clara: Doctor! DOCTOR! [ TARDIS ] ( She coughs and splutters ) ( Love sprite splatters ) ( She coughs ) Clara: How did we do? The Doctor: Oh, not a word about my spot-on materialisation skills! Clara: What about all the Velosians? Are they safe? The Doctor: Huh? Oh, yeah. Well, I lured their attackers halfway across the universe and drained their wapon banks. Not to mention, I also saved a school teacher from having her brains devoured and being asphyxiated in deep space. So, now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go outside and wipe my boot on the grass. [ Forest ] Clara: What's to stop them re-arming and trying again? The Doctor: Nothing. But the Velosians will be ready for them this time. It's the best I could do, Clara. I'm not actually the police, that's just what it says on the box. Clara: You're always talking about what you can and can't do but you never tell me the rules. The Doctor: We're time travellers. We tread softly. It's OK to make ripples, but not tidal waves. Clara: You are a tidal wave. The Doctor: Don't say that. ( Swords scrape ) Clara: Doctor...? The Doctor: No, no, not Vikings. I'm not in the mood for Vikings. Nollarr: You're coming with us. The Doctor: No, I'm not. Do you want to know why? ( They grunt angrily ) The Doctor: On my face, right now, more advanced technology than your species will manage over the next nine million years. ( Sonic sunglasses whir ) The Doctor: Clara... Clara: Yeah? The Doctor: .. we're going with the Vikings. [ Village ] ( Horn blasts ) ( Clamouring and yelling ) ( Cheering ) Ashildr: You're back! All of you! Are all of you back? Nollarr: I suppose so, I haven't counted. Hasten: I'm back! Ashildr: I had a dream you'd all died. It was so real, I thought I'd made it happen. Nollarr: Well, if it ever does, I'm sure you'll a find some way to blame yourself. Ashildr: I wish none of you had to go! Clara: Plan, Doctor? Any time soon. The Doctor: I do have a plan. Clara: Yeah, so you keep saying for two days on a longboat. The Doctor: Well, only because you were looking worried. Clara: Only because you kept saying, "I do have a plan." The Doctor: I do have a plan. Clara: There you go. Clara: You all right? Do you know her? The Doctor: Never seen her before in my life. Clara: OK, so, why are you staring? The Doctor: I don't know. Nothing, probably. Too much time travel, it happens. Clara: What happens? The Doctor: People talk about premonition as if it's something strange. It's not. It's just remembering in the wrong direction. Clara: OK, plan. The Doctor: We meet the boss man and we do the usual. Clara: Which is? The Doctor: Replace him. Nollarr: Father... Clara: How? The Doctor: To the primitive mind, advanced technology can seem like magic. Clara: It's going to be the yo-yo again, isn't it? The Doctor: Yeah. It's in my pocket somewhere. Nollarr: We have travelled far and fought... Clara: How did you do that?! The Doctor: Magic. Nollarr: Miracle, and much treasure. ( Shouting and jangling ) Nollarr: How dare you attck our Chieftain! The Doctor: I am very, very cross with you. I am very disappointed. I have taken human form to walk among you. Nollarr: Who are you, old man? The Doctor: Do you not recognise the sign... of Odin? Nollarr: You are not Odin, and that is not Odin's sign. The Doctor: Oh, and you would know that how, exactly? Have you met Odin? Do you know what Odin looks like? ( Thunderclap ) ( They whimper ) ( Heavenly choir ) Odin: Oh, my people. I am Odin. And now your day of reward has finally dawned. The Doctor: Do not believe this foolish trickery! The Doctor: It's supposed to do that. Odin: Your mightiest warriors will feast with me tonight in the halls of Valhalla. The Doctor: Stay still. Stay very, very still. Clara: That's not really Odin, is it? The Doctor: He hasn't even got a yo-yo. Clara: So this is an invasion. The Doctor: Shh. No, this is a harvest. The strongest, the fittest... The weak and young, they'll leave behind. ( Bang ) Clara: We have to help them. The Doctor: We have to not get chosen. The Doctor: Clara. Clara, no! Clara: Have you still got the eye-patch thing? The Doctor: Clara. Clara: Point it at my chains and think the word open. Say it with your mind. The Doctor: Clara! Clara! [ Spaceship ] Hasten: Welcome to Valhalla, my ladies. ( Grunting and straining ) Clara: No, wait! Wait! Nollarr: There's nothing to fear, strange maiden. ( Propellers whir ) Nollarr: We are Odin's chosen. ( Creaking ) Hasten: The wall, it moves! Ashildr: Odin! Odin! Clara: Use your blades, try to jam it! Clara: Come on! Come on! Clara: Quick! Pull! Ashildr: I'm trying! Clara: Quickly! ( Propellers whir ) [ Village ] Lofty: They took half the village. Heidi: Yeah, and it was the good half. Einarr: They went willingly to Valhalla... as would we all. Heidi: I wouldn't. Well, I wouldn't. I'm not good with heights. The Doctor: Oh, stop it! All of you, stop it right now. hm sapiens, you're an intelligent species. Stop lying to yourselves. Einarr: Choose your words carefully, False Odin. The Doctor: Yes, I am a false Odin. That's exactly right, I lied. The big fella in the sky, he lied too. You all know it. Because what's the one thing that gods never do? Gods never actually show up! Guess what? You got raided. Guess what else? I lost someone who matters to me. Einarr: So did I. [ Spaceship ] Clara: Ssh! ( Hissing and bubbling ) Ashildr: Why are we still alive? Odin: Because of this. Odin: Explain. Clara: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you afraid. Odin: I have no reason to fear you. Clara: Except you've already analysed that and you know it's a technology from a civilisation vastly more powerful than your own. And er, you will have also noticed that... I'm wearing a space suit. So, I'm not from around here, and it's highly unlikely I will have come alone. You see, you haven't klled us because klling us would start a fight you didn't come here to have... and you're not sure you can win. Clara: Ooh, hello. Time for your medication? Odin: Adrenaline. Testosterone... extracted from the finest warriors. ( He exhales ) Odin: Ah! Nec...tar. Clara: OK, you mash up Vikings to make warrior juice, nice. Ashildr: They what? Clara: Why play God? Odin: What is a god but the cattle's name for farmer? What is heaven but the gilded door of the abattoir? Clara: You're not a farmer. You're a thief, caught in the act. Ashildr: I don't understand. "Mashed up"? What are you saying? Clara: Hush! Go, now. Go and find Vikings on other planets. The universe is full of testosterone. Trust me, it's unbearable. We won't follow you, see? We don't need to fight. Odin: wr is our way. Clara: Ask yourself, is this a wr you really want? Ashildr: Yes! You'll pay for what you have done here today. I am a Viking. Ashildr, daughter of Einarr. You have mocked our gods. klled our warriors. And we will crush you on the field of battle. Odin: That's better! Clara: We were about to leave. Odin: You almost had me talking. Talk is for cowards. Clara: No, no, no, listen to me. Odin: I accept your challenge. Ashildr: We will crush you! Clara: Oh, please. Shut up. Odin: Shall we say this time tomorrow? Ten of my warriors versus the best of your village. Ashildr: You will beg for mercy! ( laughs ) Odin: I will send you back. You can inform your people of their impending destruction. Clara: Why are you doing this? Odin: Why else? The joy of wr! Can't you see it on my face? ( Beep ) ( Squelching ) [ Village ] The Doctor: Clara? Einarr: My child! The Doctor: Clara! Clara! Clara! The Doctor: I'm not a hugger... Ahh! Let's hug! Clara: No! Einarr: Where are the others? Ashildr: I'm sorry, Father. The Doctor: I looked them up in my two thousand year diary. Clara: OK. The Doctor: They are called the Mire. Clara: Listen... The Doctor: They are one of the deadliest warrior races in the entire galaxy... Clara: OK. The Doctor: .. but they're practical. They get what they want and go. You persuaded them to go, didn't you? I knew that you would! Clara: The deadliest warrior race in the galaxy? The Doctor: One of them, yes. Why? Clara: Because I think this village just declared wr on them. [ Meeting House ] Clara: They're coming here tomorrow, ten of them, to kll everybody in the village. Einarr: Ashildr... is this true? Ashildr: It's my fault. Einarr: Not every misfortune that befalls this village is down to you. She thinks she brings us bad luck. The Doctor: What bad luck? You haven't had any bad luck. You're fine. Limpy: We are about to be attcked by... The Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, yes. With a whole day to spare! So leave! Hop it, take off! Into the woods, split up, hide. Hang about there for a week, come back home, make puddings and babies; that's basically what you do, isn't it? Einarr: We cannot leave this village. The Doctor: Yes, you can. Just pick a direction. Fly like a bird, run like a nose. That's probably a Viking saying, I haven't checked that. Limpy: No. We will fight! ( They clamour ) All: Aye! The Doctor: Really? Well, I don't know if you remember, but they actually took away all your fighters. So, what are you? Farmers, fishermen, web designers. Maybe not that last one. ( Swords clatter ) Einarr: We are Vikings! ( They cheer ) The Doctor: OK... tell me this. How many people here have actually held a sword in battle? By a show of hands? Mmm hmm. Yeah, baby. The Doctor: The Mire are coming for each and every one of you. So what you going to do? Raise crops at them? Limpy: If necessary. Heidi: I think he was being sarcastic. Einarr: We're not cowards. We do not run. A death in battle is a death with honour. All: Aye! ( Baby cries ) The Doctor: Do babies die with honour? The Doctor: "I am afraid, Mother. Hold me, Mother... I am afraid." Clara: Um... he speaks Baby. The Doctor: "Turn your face towards me, Mother, for you... you're beautiful. And I will sing for you. I am afraid... but I will sing." Babies think that laughter is singing. Did you know that? I applaud your courage, but I deplore your stupidity. And I will mourn your deaths, which will be terrifying, painful, and... without honour. Ashildr: Stay. You could help us. I know you could. The Doctor: I told you to run. That's all the help you need. And that's all the help you're getting. [ Village ] The Doctor: The earth is safe, humanity is not in danger. It's just one village. Clara: "Just one village?" The Doctor: Suppose I saved it... by some miracle. No TARDIS, no sonic. "Just one village" defeats the Mire. What then? Word gets around. Earth becomes a target of strategic value, and the Mire come back. And God knows what else. Ripples into tidal waves... until everybody dies. ( Baby cries ) Clara: What's it saying? The Doctor: She. She's afraid. Babies sense danger. They have to. Clara: Tell me. The Doctor: "Mother, I hear thunder. Mother, I hear shouting. You are my world, but I hear other worlds now. Beyond the... unfolding of your smile... is there other kindness? I'm afraid. Will they be kind? The sky is crying now. fre in the water." fre in the water? ( Baby stops crying suddenly ) Clara: You just decided to stay. The baby stopped crying. The Doctor: So, when I say "Move", you move. When I say "Jump", you say "How high?" Unless it's across a gap of some kind which, of course, means you jump horizontally. Yes, what is it, Lofty? Lofty: Sorry, my name's not actually Lofty, it's Bro... The Doctor: No, it's not, it's Lofty. I've got too much to think about without everybody having their own names, so it's Lofty. You're Lofty, you're Daphne, you're Noggin the Nog, ZZ Top... and you're... Heidi. So, we'll try that again. Lofty, what is it? Lofty: Sorry, sir, it's just... why aren't we practising with real swords? The Doctor: Yes, perhaps you'd like to field this one, Limpy? Limpy: Because we can't be trusted with them. The Doctor: That's right, yes. You'll be given your real swords back when you can prove that you can wave them around without lopping bits off yourselves. Heidi, why are your eyes closed? Heidi: Sorry, sir. Just not that good with the sight of blood. The Doctor: No... of course you're not. Ashildr: Swords against those creatures. That won't work, will it? Clara: He's just warming up. He hasn't got a plan yet. But he will have... and it will be spectacular. ( The Doctor whistles loudly ) The Doctor: Enough theory. I'm handing out the real swords. ( He laughs ) ( Horn blasts ) ( Woman screams ) The Doctor: Well, that could have gone better. ( Heidi groans ) The Doctor: Morning. Heidi: What happened? The Doctor: The Big Bang, dinosaurs, bipeds, and a mounting sense of futility. Clara: More recently, Chuckles ht Lofty over the head, on his helmet, with his sword, which knocked him out. There was a little blood, which you saw and... did that. Only, the first time you did it, you knocked a torch onto some hay, which spooked a horse, who kicked open a gate, and er, I'm... sure you can fill in the rest. ( Thunderclap ) Clara: Weird sounding thunder. The Doctor: That's not thunder. It's the wapon forges of the Mire. They're making sure we hear them. Clara: Well? The Doctor: Well, Heidi faints at the mention of blood, not just the sight any more. He's actually upgraded his phobia. Chuckles... he questions every single order you give him, which is going to be a little bit difficult, a little bit tricky, in the heat of battle. Clara: I keep waiting to hear what your real plan is. The Doctor: Teaching them to fight, that's the only plan I've got. Clara: Turning them into fighters? That's not like you. The Doctor: Yeah. I used to believe that too. Clara: What happened? The Doctor: You. Oh, Clara Oswald what have I made of you? Clara: It doesn't matter how well you train them, it's not going to make difference. The Doctor: They'll die fighting with honour. To a Viking, that's all the difference in the world. Clara: A good death? Is that the best they can hope for? The Doctor: A good death is the best anyone can hope for, unless you happen to be immortal. Ashildr: Sorry. Clara: No problem. The Doctor: Night. Clara: You've made an impact there. The Doctor: Stop it. Clara: She's nice. Fight you for her. The Doctor: The human race, you're obsessed. You all need to get a hobby. Clara: I've got a hobby, thanks. It's you, by the way. The Doctor: Well, get a new one. Clara: Not this. The Doctor: Tomorrow it's going to be a bloodbath. Clara: Don't even ask. The Doctor: These people all died hundreds of years before you were born... Clara: I'm not running. The Doctor: I have a duty of care. Clara: No, you don't, because I never asked for that. The Doctor: Every time we do something like this, I keep thinking, what if something happens to you? Clara: Well, stop thinking about me, and start think about them, because you're missing something. The Doctor: What? Clara: How you're going to win. You always miss it, right up until the last minute. So put down your sword, stop playing soldier and look for it. Start winning, Doctor. It's what you're good at. [ Ashildr's home ] Ashildr: So, we meet again, Fake Odin. Valhalla burns around you, your army is destroyed and now it is time for you to die! ( He clears throat ) Ashildr: How long have you been there? The Doctor: What's that? Is that a puppet? Oh, I love puppets! Ashildr: I make puppets sometimes, when I'm... The Doctor: Frightened? Ashildr: When the raiding parties go out, I make up stories about their battles. The Doctor: Because if you make up the right story, then you think it will keep them safe and they'll all come home. That's OK. You're not the first person to ever have done that. Ashildr: Why are you here? The Doctor: I'm looking for something I'm missing. What do you think our chances are tomorrow? Ashildr: We will be cut down like corn. By this time tomorrow, every single one of us will be dad. The Doctor: Yeah. The Doctor: You could go. Ashildr: There's nowhere for me except here. This is my place. The sky, the hills, the sea, the people... Is there nowhere like that for you? The Doctor: Oh, I like a nice view as much as anyone. Ashildr: But? The Doctor: Can't wait for the next one. Ashildr: I pity you. The Doctor: I will mourn for you. I know which I'd prefer. Ashildr: You think they're all idiots, don't you? The Doctor: What, you mean the rest of the universe? Basically, yes, I do. Ashildr: But they're kind and brave, and strong, and I love them. The Doctor: Good. Good. But that won't save you. Ashildr: I've always been different. All my life I've known that. The girls all thought I was a boy, the boys all said I was "just a girl". My head is always full of stories. I know I'm strange. Everyone knows I'm strange. But here I'm loved. You tell me to run to save my life. I tell you that leaving this place would be death itself. Einarr: I cannot keep you safe. I do not have the strength. But I will try to till the last bat of my heart. ( Baby cries ) Einarr: If you seek to mock me in this moment... The Doctor: No. No. No, you go ahead and you cry all you like. Speaking of crying, is that baby getting closer? The Doctor: Why has Lofty stolen a baby? Ashildr: That's his child. The Doctor: Oh. Where's he taking her? Ashildr: The boathouse. He takes her to the boathouse when she won't settle. She likes the fish. The Doctor: Why would she...? fre in the water. fre in the water. fre in the... fre in the water, fre in the water... fre in the water! That's it, that's it. That's what I've been missing. Clara, I've found it! The Doctor: Clara! Clara! [ Boathouse ] ( Baby cries ) The Doctor: Lofty! I had no idea that was your baby. Hello, baby, I had no idea this was your junior parent. Lofty: I'm trying to settle her. She likes all the fish. Clara: You're shouting. What's happened? Did you trap your finger in something again? The Doctor: Chuckles, bedtime is cancelled. Everybody, off the hard stuff. We've got a long night's work ahead of us. I need a blacksmith. Who's the blacksmith? Lofty: I'm the blacksmith. The Doctor: You're the blacksmith and you've got a baby too? He's been at it hammer and tongs. Clara: Doctor, explain. What's happening? The Doctor: There's going to be a wr tomorrow. And here's some news, this just in: We're going to win the hell out of it. Clara: How? The Doctor: Ashildr, this is your village, and you will never have to leave it, I swear. Clara: Seriously, how? The Doctor: I told you that we were basically doomed. Did no one in this two-horn town think to mention that you had... eels? Clara: Eels? The Doctor: I give you... fre in the water! The Doctor: Electric eels! ( Baby cries ) The Doctor: Yes, yes! I know exactly how you feel. Well, not exactly. She needs changing. Clara: Plan, then? The Doctor: And it is a doozy! [ Blacksmith's Forge ] The Doctor: We need to pull that silvery stuff out of Clara's space suit. We can use it to magnify the electrical charge. Stop looking confused! Look happy! Winning is all about looking happier than the other guy. Always walk briskly. Makes you a moving target. Oh, that's for Lofty. Lofty! And talk with confidence, even if you're terrified. The Doctor: Act as if you know their plan, and sometimes, if you're very lucky, they'll actually tell you it. Ah, this is for Ashildr. The Doctor: Then we deploy the anvil. Now, at this stage, getting me one of their helmets is key. We get a helmet, and this is over. Then we can mop up the rest using Ashildr's monstrosity. Clara: That is rubbish. The Doctor: I know. [ Meeting house ] ( Upbeat music plays ) The Doctor: Hey, hello, hey! I'm the Doctor. It's lovely to meet you face to... convincing hologram. You could always go "bzzz" and get rid of it, no? No, on second thoughts, don't. That, that, that suits you. Odin: It is time to fight. The Doctor: No, no, no. We decided against that. We thought we'd just have a party! ( They cheer ) Odin: Let me put it another way. You fight or you die. The Doctor: We're unarmed. There isn't a single wapon in this room. Which I'm sure your systems are telling you. You wouldn't open fre on unarmed civilians, would you? Odin: It wouldn't be the first time. ( Clunk ) The Doctor: Chuckles, now! ( Zapping ) The Doctor: Run, run, run-run-run-run! That's four down, six left. Odin: Go! The Doctor: Chuckles, switch! ( Zapping ) The Doctor: Chuckles, off! Clara: Don't move. Odin: Go! Clara: How's it coming? The Doctor: Reversing the polarity of the neutron flow. I bet that means something. It sounds great. Ashildr! The Doctor: Are you ready? Ashildr: I'm scared. The Doctor: You were born for this. Show them a story they'll never forget. ( He inhales sharply ) ( Roaring ) Odin: What is this beast? It's impossible! Mire: Withdraw. Withdraw. Odin: Stand and fight! ( Roaring ) Mire: Withdraw. The Doctor: See how they run. Mire: Withdraw. Odin: Cowards! Mire: Withdraw. The Doctor: That's enough, Ashildr. Story's over. Happy ending. ( Dragon roars ) ( Breaking wind ) ( He laughs ) ( Creaking ) Odin: What trickery is this? The Doctor: Ha! Says the man with a fake face. But you see, that's the trouble with viewing reality through technology: it's all too easy to feed in a new reality. Clara: You got it? Great. The Doctor: A story to save a town, and a puppet from a nightmare. You see, you've just seen the world through the eyes of a storyteller. The mighty armies of the Mire... Brutal, sadistic, undefeated. Even I believed the stories. But after today, no one will again. An army like yours, it lives or dies on its reputation... its story. And today, you were sent packing by a handful of farmers and fisherman. Not to mention the whole "wetting your pants and running away from a puppet" debacle. Clara: See, that was really funny. The Doctor: That was hilarious. It's just lucky that nobody recorded that. Oh. Wait a minute, we did. ( Recording plays ) Clara: See, all it needed was the Benny Hill theme. The Doctor: The Benny Hill theme, yes. Now, you see, we could just keep this as a funny little film and play it every year at the Christmas party, or... I could upload it to the galactic hub and get a second opinion. So the question you need to ask yourself is this: Just how important is your reputation to you? Here's a little sneak preview, piped straight into your helmets, free of charge. ( Benny Hill theme plays ) Odin (O.C.): Wait! Cowards! The Doctor: If you don't leave right now, I'll put it out there for all to see and no one will fear you again. Odin: This humiliation will not go unpunished. We will meet again. The Doctor: Oh, I hacked your teleporter. Sorry. ( Cheering ) Einarr: You did it, Ashildr. You did it. You saved us all. Ashildr... Einarr: Ashildr? Ashildr! Clara: Get the helmet off her. Get it off, now. Einarr: Ashildr? Clara: No pulse. I think. Doctor, is she dad? The Doctor: I'm sorry. I'm really terribly sorry. [ Boathouse ] ( Water trickles ) Clara: Heart failure, yeah? The Doctor: Yeah. I plugged her into the machine. Used her up like a battery. ( He exhales ) I'm so sick of losing. Clara: You didn't lose. You saved the town. The Doctor: I don't mean the wr. I'll lose any wr you like. I'm sick of losing people. Look at you, with your eyes, and your never giving up, and your anger, and your... kindness. One day... the memory of that will hurt so much that I won't be able to breathe, and I'll do what I always do. I'll get in my box and I'll run and I'll run, in case all the pain ever catches up... and every place I go, it will be there. Clara: You did your best. She died. There's nothing you can do. The Doctor: I can do... anything. There's nothing I can't do. Nothing. But I'm not supposed to. Ripples, tidal waves, rules. I'm not supposed to. Oh. Oh! Clara: What? What's wrong? The Doctor: My face. The Doctor (memory): Who frowned me this face? Why this one? Why did I choose this face? Clara: Doctor, what's wrong with your face? The Doctor: I think I know why I chose it. The Doctor (memory): It's like I'm trying to tell myself something. The Doctor: I think I know what I'm trying to say. Donna (memory): Just someone. Not the whole town. Just save someone. The Doctor 10 (memory): Come with me. The Doctor: I know where I got this face, and I know what it's for. Clara: OK, what's it for? The Doctor: To remind me. To hold me to the mark. I'm the Doctor, and I save people. The Doctor: And if anyone happens to be listening, and you've got any kind of a problem with that, to hell with you! [ Meeting House ] Einarr: What's he doing? Clara: Saving her... I think. ( Whirring ) The Doctor: It's from the Mire helmet. bttlefield medical kit. I've reprogrammed it for human beings. Einarr: It's gone. It's inside her. The Doctor: It's repairing her. It will never stop repairing her, if it works. Come on, Ashildr. Come on. The story's not over yet. Einarr: Daughter... listen to me. This town has lost so much. If we lose you too... there'll be nothing left. ( She gasps ) Einarr: Ashildr! The Doctor: She'll be conscious in a day, up and about in three. No swimming for a week. Now, we're going to need a longboat and some of your best rowers. We're two days' sail from the TARDIS. Come on, Clara. Einarr: Wait, no. She'll want to see you when she wakes. The Doctor: Oh, no. Well, she'll, she'll see me often enough once she understands. Einarr: Understands what? The Doctor: Second dose. Einarr: Will she need to take this? The Doctor: No, no, no, it's not for her. Clara: Then who's it for? The Doctor: Er, whoever she wants. Ashildr: Doctor... thank you. The Doctor: Oh, don't thank me yet, Ashildr. Not yet. [ Forest ] Clara: OK, it's official. Silence is even worse in a Scottish accent. Are you going to tell me what you're brooding about? The Doctor: It won't stop, the repair kit I put inside Ashildr, not ever. It'll just keep fixing her. Clara: Well, good. The Doctor: I'm not sure, but it's entirely possible she has lost the ability to die. Clara: The ability? The Doctor: Oh, dying is an ability, believe me. Barring accidents, she may now be functionally immortal. ( TARDIS door unlocks ) Clara: If the repair kit never stops working, then why did you give her two? The Doctor: Immortality isn't living forever. That's not what it feels like. Immortality is everybody else dying. She might meet someone she can't bear to lose. That happens... I believe. [ TARDIS ] The Doctor: I was angry. I was emotional. Just possibly, I have made a terrible mistake. Maybe even a tidal wave. The Doctor: Time will tell, it always does. Clara: Whatever you did for Ashildr... I think she deserved it. The Doctor: Yes. Yes, she did. But Ashildr isn't just human any more. There's a little piece of alien inside her, so in a way, she's. In a way, she's a hybrid. ( Horse whinnies ) Stand and deliver. ( She screams ) If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a robbery. The most wanted in the land. Now is not the time to be showing off. Could it be we are looking for the same prize? The eyes of Hades? Who's this, your sidekick? I'm no-one's sidekick. Come on, sidekick. Watch and learn. There is an intruder on the premises. What are you doing? It's kll or be klled. You're playing with fre. Do you have a cat?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x05 - The Girl Who Died (1)"}	foreverdreaming
[ EXT. Forrest - Night ] ( Horse rears and whinnies ) Coachman: Whoa! Highwayman: Stand and deliver! Coachman: Do as he says. I've heard of this brigand. He's known as the Knightmare! Faster than Sam Swift the Quick, deadlier than Deadly Dupont. Highwayman: Dabbling lowpads the pair of 'em, with terrible pseudonyms to boot. Cash bags, jewels, the lot. Mr Fanshawe: I will not be robbed by some lone, ranting cavalier! Highwayman: Who says I am alone? Lucy Fanshawe: ( gasps ) ( Growling ) Lucy Fanshawe: ( screams ) The Doctor: Right. ( Beeping ) The Doctor: Warm. ( Beeping intensifies ) The Doctor: Warmer. Coachman: We are cursed. The Knightmare is in league with the devil. Highwayman: Aye, Satan's sidekick, me. Where's the rest? Lucy Fanshawe: What else would you take from me, sir? Highwayman: You know what I want. Hand over the amulet. The Doctor: Hello. Mr Fanshawe: Wah! The Doctor: Oh, don't mind me, don't mind me. I'm only going to be a minute. Don't worry. Oh, very warm. Highwayman: What are you doing? The Doctor: Oh, just ignore me, I'm just passing through, like fish in the night. Highwayman: This is a robbery! The Doctor: It's not fish in the night, it's something else. Highwayman: This is my robbery. The Doctor: No, ships in the night. Yeah, something like that. Highwayman: Step aside or I shall blow your brains out. The Doctor: Sorry, were you talking to me there? Try again, I promise I'll listen this time. Highwayman: You have interrupted my robbery, sir, and you will step away, if you wish to take another breath. Coachman: You're going to get us all klled, if you don't shut your mouth. The Doctor: Sorry. Sorry, I really was planning to listen that time but, basically, I didn't. Usually, someone hits me at this point, but she's taking the Year 7s for taekwondo. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! ( Beeping intensifies ) The Doctor: Yes! Got you! ( The Doctor laughs ) Oh, hang on. If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a robbery. Highwayman: I am robbing these people, you are getting out of my way. The Doctor: I just need one tiny little thing from this box. Highwayman: This is my robbery! The Doctor: Well, can't we share it? Isn't that what robbery's all about? Coachman: Yargh! The Doctor: Oh, no! No, no, no! Highwayman: You bungled my heist. The Doctor: No, you bungled mine, Zorro! Highwayman: Whey-faced fool! The Doctor: Yeah, well, why don't you show your face? At least I show my face, what's wrong with yours? Highwayman / Ashildr: Nothing, Doctor. The Doctor: You?! Ashildr: Yes, it is me. What took you so long, old man? Season 9 Episode 6 The Woman Who Lived Original air date: October 23, 2015 The Doctor: "Old man?" Ashildr: It seemed apt. Life expectancy is 35 these days. Well, for everyone else. The Doctor: But didn't you know it was me? Ashildr: Of course, you don't forget the man who saved your life. It's good to see you. The Doctor: Yes, I didn't get that impression when you were thrat to kll me. Ashildr (male voice): The Knightmare has a reputation to maintain. The Doctor: It's a very good voice. How do you do that? Ashildr: Practice. The Doctor: Last time I saw you, you were founding a leper colony. I was so proud of you. Ashildr: Proud of me? You weren't even there. The Doctor: Yes, I was. You didn't see me, but I saw you. Ashildr: And you just left me there? The Doctor: Well, you seemed... fine. Ashildr: In a leper colony? No matter... you're here now. We should celebrate. The Doctor: Oh, no, this isn't a visit, I've got a job to do. I'm here looking for an alien object which has no business being here on Earth in 1651. It was just... It just so happened, you know, that my tracking device, it led me to the carriage that you were, you know, robbing. There wasn't... I didn't... It was... Ashildr: You mean, you haven't come for me? The Doctor: No. It was just a coincidence. ( Church bell chimes ) The Doctor: Oh, Ashildr, I'm sorry. Ashildr: Who's Ashildr? The Doctor: You are, that's your name. Ashildr, daughter of Einarr. Chuckles. I used to call him Chuckles. Do you remember? Ashildr: Yes. I think I remember the village. The Doctor: You loved that village. Ashildr: If you say so. The Doctor: Anyone in that village would have died for you. Ashildr: Well, they're all dad now, and here I am. So, I guess it all worked out. The Doctor: Ashildr... Ashildr: That's not my name. I don't even remember that name. The Doctor: Well, what... what do you call yourself? Ashildr: Me. The Doctor: Yes, you, there's nobody else here. Ashildr: No... I call myself Me. All the other names I chose died with whoever knew me. Me is who I am now. No-one's mother, daughter, wife. My own companion. Singular. Unattached. Alone. Anyway, I should get started. Jump on, I'll give you a ride. You can help me. The Doctor: With what? Ashildr: Packing. ( Horse whinnies ) Ashildr: Come on. [ EXT. Ashildr's mansion - Night ] The Doctor: It's a big place for someone who lives on their own. Ashildr: I have a servant. And all manner of visitors drop in. ( Growling ) ( Growling ) [ INT. Ashildr's mansion ] Ashildr: Your device... what is it? The Doctor: My curioscanner? Oh, it, er, it sort of scans for... It scans for curios. I've just realising how it got its name. It's been tracking exoplanetary energy for the last couple of weeks. I've been following it across the galaxy. Ashildr: And do you know what you're looking for? The Doctor: I've got a pretty good idea, yes. Why? Ashildr: I wasn't just robbing Lucie Fanshawe for her loot. She's bragged about having the rarest gem in the land, an ancient amulet from foreign parts. Could it be we are looking for the same prize? The Doctor: Clearly, you don't need money. So why do you rob? Ashildr: For the adventure, Doctor. Isn't that what life's all about? I've had 800 years of adventure, enough to fill a library if you write it down. The Doctor: A medieval queen? How exciting. Ashildr: You'd think. It was paperwork and backgammon mainly, as I recall. Ended up faking my own death. Did a bunk before the evisceration. Now this... was much more my thing. The Battle of Agincourt. My first stint as a man. No-one will ever know that a mere woman helped end the Hundred Years' wr. The Doctor: You're immortal, not indestructible. You can be hurt, klled even. Ashildr: 10,000 hours is all it takes to master any skill. Over 100,000 hours and you're the best there's ever been. I don't need to be indestructible, I'm superb. You should have seen me. I could sh*t six arrows a minute. I got so close to the enemy, I penetrated armour. The Doctor: How many people have you klled? Ashildr: You'll have to check my diaries. The Doctor: You can't remember? Ashildr: For what it's worth, I've saved many lives too. [ Flashback: Village ] ( Crowd chant ) Ashildr: I cured an entire village of scarlet fever once, almost got drowned as a witch for my troubles Fortunately, I'm really good at holding my breath. Ungrateful peasants. [ End Flashback ] The Doctor: The Black Death, 1348. I meant to warn you. Ashildr: I got sick but I got better. The Doctor: Of course, your immune system is learning too. There's another bout coming. And a big fre that tears through London. Ashildr: Excellent. Maybe I start it. The Doctor: No, that was the Terileptils. Surgeon, scientist, inventor, composer, it's a fantastic CV. Ashildr: You should try my journals. I read them myself now and then. Drink pomace wine, have a little "me" time. The Doctor: You don't seem the nostalgic type. Ashildr: It's not nostalgia, it's curiosity. I can't remember most of it. That's the trouble with an infinite life and a normal sized memory. The Doctor: It can't have been easy, outliving the people you love. Ashildr: According to my journals... hell. The Doctor: Sorry. Ashildr: You'll have to remind me, what's sorrow like? It all just runs out, Doctor. I'm just what's left. In fact, I've done all I can here. I look up to the sky and wonder what it's like out there. Please, take me with you. All these people here, they're like smoke, they blow away in a moment. You don't know what it's like. The Doctor: I do know what it's like. Ashildr: Then, however you fly, whatever ship you sail in, take me with you. The Doctor: How do you know I had a ship? Ashildr: Because I'm incredibly clever. It doesn't matter... take me with you. The Doctor: We'll talk about it. Ashildr: This thing you're looking for, I'll help you find it. It'll be quicker. The Doctor: I don't need your help. Ashildr: Yes, you do. I know where Lucie Fanshawe lives, and I'm an excellent house-breaker. We'll leave in an hour. [ INT. Ashildr's mansion library - Night ] Ashildr (O.C.): "Today is the day I should have died. Instead, I was re-born, by my hero, a man called The Doctor. My love is dying. It broke my heart when the questions started and I knew I had to leave him. I returned to find an old man who smiles and thinks I am a dream. I am flesh and blood, my love, but all you see is a ghost." The Doctor: "Tears." [ Flashback: Village - Daytime ] Ashildr (O.C.): "The Plague. Mass graves." ( Woman sobs ) [ End Flashback ] The Doctor (reads): "Sightless children... clutching toys as they sleep, never to wake up. My children. My screams. I could not save you... little ones. Such pain. And yet, still... still I am not brave enough to die, to let go of this... wretched life. I will endure... but no more babies." ( She sobs ) The Doctor (reads): "I cannot... will not suffer such heartbreak again." The Doctor (O.C.): "From now on, it's me against the world." [ EXT. Ashildr's mansion - Night ] ( Growling ) Ashildr: Quiet, my friend. We have a visitor. I didn't get it, but I will. If your promise stands, I'll have it by dawn My visitor can help me. Don't worry, he doesn't know about you, only about the artefact. He has no idea what we intend to do with it. ( Growling ) [ INT. Ashildr's mansion - Night ] The Doctor: I read your journals. Why are there pages missing? Ashildr: When things get really bad, I tear the memories out. The Doctor: What could be worse than losing your children? Ashildr: I keep that entry to remind me not to have any more. The Doctor: I've left you alone too long. I had no idea how much you'd suffered, but I remember the person you used to be. She's still in there. I can help you find her. Ashildr: Spare me your pity, I'm fine. The Doctor: I think this is just another mask that you wear to protect you from the pain. Ashildr: I think the alternative frightens you, that this is who I've become. The Doctor: This is no way to live your life, de-sensitised to the world. Ashildr: So you intend to fix me? Make me feel again, then run away? I don't need your help, Doctor, you need mine. Just this once, you can't run off like you usually do. The Doctor: How do you know? How do you know what I usually do? We've met once in a Viking village, I didn't give you my life story. Ashildr: It's true though, isn't it? You're the man who runs away. The Doctor: Oh, who told you that? Ashildr: Maybe I just worked it out. Come on. [ EXT. Ashildr's mansion - Night ] ( Growling ) ( Growling ) [ EXT. Fanshawe residence - Night ] Ashildr: Housebreaks can be tricky. The Doctor: Not for me. Sonic technology. It should be able to deactivate any alarms. Ashildr: What's an alarm? The most wanted in the land. The Doctor: Now is not the time to be showing off. Ashildr: Now seems like a very good time to me. You'll need a mask, sidekick. Watch and learn. The Doctor: Brought my own, thanks. [ INT. Fanshawe residence - Night ] Ashildr: 'Tis black as night. I have a tinderbox somewhere. ( The Doctor lights a candle with his sonic ) Ashildr: Show off. Know where you're going, do you? The servant's stairs. Follow me. The Doctor: Why are you still alone? What happened to the second immortality charge I gave you? Ashildr: Shh! No-one's good enough. The Doctor: Humans need... Ashildr: Hush! The Doctor: Humans need shared experiences. Ashildr: I'm regretting sharing this one. The Doctor: It isn't right for you to be on your own! Servant: Goodnight, Ma'am. Ashildr: I'll wager there's a dressing room. Come on! [ INT. Lucie Fanshawe's dressing room - Night ] ( Ashildr opens a cabinet and the door creaks ) ( Whirring ) Ashildr: Doctor! Doctor, turn that thing off. ( Whirring ) ( Whirring intensifies ) ( Beeping ) The Doctor: The Eyes of Hades! ( She gasps ) ( He gasps ) ( She pants ) ( The Doctor sighs ) [ INT. Fanshawe living room - Night ] ( Man snores ) The Doctor (whispers): Let's just go round and see if we can't get out the back. Ashildr (whispers): OK. ( Man snores softly ) ( Floorboard creaks ) Mr Fanshawe: Lucie? Lucie? Lucie? ( Fanshawe exits the room, door opens and closes ) ( Metal clatters ) Mr Fanshawe (O.C.): There is an intruder on the premises! Bring me my blunderbuss! The Doctor: What are you doing?! Ashildr: It's kll or be klled. The Doctor: No, we can't. We should hide! Mr Fanshawe: Guard the doors! Alert the militia! Ashildr: Your feet, you oaf! Oh, I said you'd be a liability. Just let me sht them and be done with it! The Doctor: You're the liability. I never have this trouble with Clara. Ashildr: Oh, is she still with you, is she? The Doctor: ( grunts ) Oh, you remember Clara, do you? Ashildr: Of course. I take particular note of anyone's weaknesses. Mr Fanshawe (O.C.): Search every nook and cranny! I warrant they will hang for this! Ashildr: So what's wrong with Clara, then? The Doctor: There's nothing wrong with her. Ashildr: Why haven't you made her immortal? The Doctor: Well, look how you turned out. Ashildr: She'll die on you, you know. She'll blow away like smoke. The Doctor: Save your breath. Ashildr: How old are you, Doctor? The Doctor: Older than you. Ashildr: And how many have you lost? How many Claras? [ EXT. Forrest - Daytime ] The Doctor: Robbery, burglary, that's capital. Meat and drink to the hangman, Ashildr. Ashildr: I'm not Ashildr, I'm Me. And I fear no hangman in Christendom! ( Crow caws ) Sam Swift: Ah-ha! Ashildr: Sam Swift the Quick! I wouldn't be so bold if I were you. Don't you know who I am? Sam Swift: The Knightmare, which is why I'm not alone. Ashildr: 'Tis hardly a fair fight. Sam Swift: And it was fair when you stole my patch? Ashildr: Is that a fake nose, Sam? They should call you Sam Sniffed! Sam Swift: What's wrong with it? It's perfectly normal, isn't it? Ashildr: For an anteater maybe. Sam Swift: Ooh! Well, never knew you were so puny, Knightmare. Or should I say, Slightmare. ( Laughter ) The Doctor: No, not the puns. Line in the sand, no puns. Ashildr: It's what's in my brain that counts, Bingo Boy. Sam Swift: Well, no brain outwits a bllet, Dandyprat. The Doctor: This is banter. I'm against banter. I'm on record on the subject of banter. Sam Swift: Lay down your arms, hand over the loot, or I'll sh*t. Ashildr: ( sighs ) We better had. He'll probably aim to miss and ht one of us. The Doctor: We could give you cash instead. Sam Swift: Who's this? Your sidekick? You've got your dad as a sidekick? The Doctor: I'm not his dad, I'm the Doctor. Sam Swift: Is that the best name you could come up with? The Doctor: What, says Sam Swift the Quick? That's trying a bit too hard, isn't it? Or are you a little bit slow? Sam Swift: You what? Oi! The Doctor: I rest my case. No-one outwits the Knightmare. Sam Swift: If you value the life of your sidekick, back off! Put the wapon down! Who's slow now, Doctor? The Doctor: Good question. Sam Swift: Please, Knightmare, I don't want to die. Let's have honour amongst us! The Doctor: Also can you confirm that I'm not your dad? Ashildr: What do you say, Dad? I should kll him? He'll be dad in a minute, what difference does it make? The Doctor: kll him and you make an enemy of me. Ashildr: Run. The Doctor: I know their lives are short, I understand, but those lives do matter. Ashildr: Shut up. You're not my dad. [ INT. Ashildr's Mansion - Daytime ] The Doctor: I have a theory about the amulet. ( Man coughs ) Clayton: Morning, sir. Forgive me, but might I enquire into who you are? The Doctor: The Doctor. Clayton: Clayton, sir. Would you care for a cocktail, milady? Ashildr: Oh, yes, please. ( Clayton coughs ) Ashildr: Half blind and deaf as a post. He's no use any more really, but... The Doctor: You keep him on. See, you do have a heart. You don't fool me. Ashildr: How do I look? The Doctor: Pink. Are you coming down with something? Look, why would an alien artefact resemble the Eyes of Hades, King of the Underworld? An ancient Greek talisman which wards off evil and protects those in death on their journey to an afterlife? Ashildr: You tell me. The Doctor: Could it be that the mythology originated on another planet? Ashildr: You can't wait to get going and find out, I'll wager. The Doctor: No. I think I want to stick around and keep an eye on you for a while. Ashildr: Get me back on track? The Doctor: Well, why not? Hey, we're a good team. Ashildr: Then take me with you. The Doctor: You don't want to get stuck with an old fool like me. You have this whole wonderful planet to play on. Ashildr: It takes a day to get to Kent. The Doctor: In the future, you'll fly. Ashildr: I want to fly right now. I have waited... longer than I should ever have lived. I have lost more than I can even remember. Please, Doctor... just get me out of this. I want more than this. I deserve more than this! Why not? Why not?! The Doctor: Because it wouldn't be good. Ashildr, please. Ashildr. Ashildr: I am not Ashildr any more. ( Loud snarling ) The Doctor: Do you have a cat? It sounds like a very big cat. Hence the very big cat flap. Ashildr: Leandro, meet the Doctor. You thought I was helping you. In fact, it was the other way round. Leandro, we have it. My friend here was as useful as I'd hoped. The Doctor: If somebody needed my help, why did nobody just ask? I am forced to assume you have plans and I wouldn't approve. Oh, Ashildr... Ashildr: Stop calling me that. The Doctor: kll me! Leandro: Why? The Doctor: If you intend any harm to this planet, or its people, then klling me is by far your best move. Leandro: You invite your own death? The Doctor: No. I just want you to attck first. Then my conscience is clear. Leandro: Of what? The Doctor: You. Leandro: ( laughs ) You are not of this world, or part of my plans. I have no quarrel with you. The Doctor: Then tell me why you are here and what you intend to do. Otherwise, get on with trying to kll me. But I advise you -- be very quick and very sure. Leandro: I am from Delta Leonis. My tribe was overthrown, my world destroyed, my wife klled as we escaped. The Doctor: Using the amulet? That's your means of travel? Leandro: I lost it when I crashed to Earth. Ashildr: I found him in my grounds. He's been sleeping there while I searched for it. The Doctor: The Underworld, gateway to an afterlife. Another reality... Ashildr: We need it to open a portal, travel the galaxy. The Doctor: Oh! Oh, so what's the plan, Ashildr? Fancy yourself as his new Queen? Hunting, running errands while he sleeps. Ashildr: Oh, dear God... You're just like every other man. I'm not looking for a husband, you oaf. I'm looking for a horse to get me out of town. You said no. The Doctor: Oh, what? And you think you can trust him? Ashildr: He knows what it is to be alone. The Doctor: So do I! Ashildr: Then how could you do what you did? The Doctor: I'm looking for the headline here. Ashildr: The what? The Doctor: Well, you know, you want to escape? Well, go on. Escape as much as you like! Why would I not approve? Ashildr: The amulet... The Doctor: What about it? Leandro: A death is required. It is only way the amulet works. The Doctor: Of course. Every single death is a tiny fracture in reality. Now the amulet can lever the fracture open. Primitive, but effective. Ashildr: It's just exploiting an abundant resource. There's so much dying here. The Doctor: Who dies so you can run away? Ashildr: Clayton? Clayton: Coming, my lady. The Doctor: No, you can't. He loves you. Ashildr: To the end, it would seem. Leandro: Would you rather take his place? ( Roaring ) Ashildr: Not the Doctor, we agreed! The Doctor: Oh, Ashildr, daughter of Einarr... what happened to you? Ashildr: You did, Doctor. You happened. The Doctor: I know you've suffered. Your children dying... Ashildr: They would have died anyway. Human life is fleeting. People are mayflies, breeding and dying, repeating the same mistakes. It's boring. And I'm stuck here. Abandoned by the one man who should know what eternity feels like. Who should understand. The Doctor: I do, now, but... Ashildr: You still won't take me with you. You gad about while I trudge through the centuries, day by day, hour by hour. Do you ever think or care what happens after you've flown away? I live in the world you leave behind. Because you abandoned me to it. The Doctor: Why should I be responsible for you? Ashildr: You made me immortal! The Doctor: I saved your life. I didn't know that your heart would rust because I kept it beating. I didn't think your conscience would need renewing, that the well of human kindness would run dry. I just wanted to save a terrified young woman's life. Ashildr: You didn't save my life, Doctor. You trapped me inside it. And now I've found someone who can set me free. Someone who understands. The Doctor: Look, I don't know what Lenny the Lion is up to, but I know his type. Very first argument, guaranteed he'll bite your head off. Ashildr: Or I'll bite his off. Perhaps I'll enjoy that. The Doctor: You're playing with fre. Open that portal and you have no idea what horrors might come through. Ashildr: That's as good a reason as any to do it. The Doctor: You're not like this. I know you're not. Ashildr: This is exactly what I'm like. This is what you made of me! The Doctor: He'll kll you. Ashildr: He'll have to be fast. And if he does... perhaps it's about time. ( Banging on door ) Pikeman (O.C.): Lady Me? Pikeman Lloyd Llewelyn: Oh, Lady Me, thank goodness you are safe. Sam Swift has been captured and he swore the Knightmare was heading in this direction. Ashildr: I've not seen him. Pikeman William Stout: Sam Swift will hang in Tyburn at noon. Ashildr: In half an hour? A guilty man destined to die? No harm in that. I have not seen the Knightmare. But this is his sidekick, the Doctor. He was robbing me. I only just managed to overpower him. Pikeman Lloyd Llewelyn: You will hang for this! The Doctor: No, listen, I was trying to help her, she tied... Pikeman Lloyd Llewelyn: Silence or... we'll sht. Ashildr: He needn't hang. But keep him under lock and key, for all our sakes. Clayton: Was that the door? Oh, dear. Always the quiet ones. Ashildr: Goodbye, Clayton. You see? I do have a heart. The Doctor: In which case, don't do it. The Doctor: Do I look like some feckless thief? I'm on your side. I'm an undercover constable from Scotland Yard. Do you have Scotland Yard yet? Pikeman Lloyd Llewelyn: Been on the cider, have we? The Doctor: The Dunbar Victory medal. I was decorated for valour in battle. Pikeman William Stout: Tell it to the Newgate gaoler. The Doctor: All I want is to bring the Knightmare to justice. Pikeman Lloyd Llewelyn: But you were robbing Lady Me. The Doctor: I came to warn her. I fear her life is in danger. Look! It's the Knightmare, cloaked and in disguise, bound for Tyburn. You have to let me go or take me there. Pikeman William Stout: You wish to hang too? The Doctor: Well... Will you take me there if I say yes? Pikeman Lloyd Llewelyn: Indeed! There's a bounty on your head for 20 pounds. The Doctor: 20 pounds? Is that all? Pikeman William Stout: 'Tis a small fortune to us. The Doctor: Well, in that case, I know where Lady Me keeps all of her money. Almost 30 pounds. Pikeman Lloyd Llewelyn: Now why didn't you say that in the first place? The Doctor: Hyah! [ EXT. Village - Daytime ] Crowd: ( jeering ) Hang him! Hang him! Sam Swift: All right, calm down! Steady on! Such a good turn out. I'm honoured. Yeah... I, er... Hey, he's new at this. Someone will have to show him the ropes! ( Laughter ) Don't worry mate, you'll get the hang of it. Sam Swift: When I'm gone, they'll all say "That Sam Swift, he was well hung!" ( Laughter and cheering ) Well, I think a few of you know that already. Oh, yeah, I'm sure I recognise a few of you lovely ladies. You... and you... I mean I'd introduce you all, but I can't remember your names. Crowd: Boo! Sam Swift: It's a good job you're here, or they'd kll me. ( Bell tolls ) Crowd: Hats off, hats off... Man: Stretch his neck! Sam Swift: Mary? Meg? Help me out here, miss. Man: That's Mrs Baxter to you! Sam Swift: That's a funny name for a fella! Leandro: It's time. Sam Swift: I've got plenty more. Jokes, that is, as well as women. Leandro: Hang him now! Crowd: Hang him! Hang him! Man: Make us laugh, Sam! Sam Swift: Aye... For while you laugh, I live. It was raining on the way over here. But the hangman says to me, "It's all right for you, I've got to walk back through this." What are you paying for, my beauty? Ashildr: To make it quick. A fitting end for you, Sam Swift. Sam Swift: Who should be the last to kiss these lips? Women: Me! Me! Me! Sam Swift: They must mean you, Lady Me! ( she kisses him on the lips ) You remind me of someone. And now I want to live more than ever. The Doctor: Sorry, yes. Sorry about the horse! Excuse me! Sorry, excuse me. Excuse me! Sorry! Leandro: Time to hang. Crowd: Hang him! Hang him! Sam Swift: All right, all right, as God is my Highwayman. He steals the most precious gift of all. Life! Magical, filled with adventures! And at least I can say I lived mine to the full. Woman: I love you, Sam Swift! Sam Swift: Is that the Doctor? Doctor, Doctor! I'm a robber. ( Confused murmuring ) The Doctor: Have you taken anything for it? ( Laughter ) Sam Swift: Doctor, doctor... The Doctor: Quick man, I'm running out of patients! Sam Swift: Have you ever seen such a sidekick so old? The Doctor: I'm no-one's sidekick. Sam Swift: He's so old, he farts dust! The Doctor: And his nose is so big that... Sam Swift: They'll have to widen the noose! The Doctor: Or, or bury him in a pyramid. Sam Swift: You know what they say, big nose... Crowd: Oooooh! The Doctor: Big handkerchief? ( Laughter ) Sam Swift: No! Doctor, don't leave me hanging. The Doctor: Wait! I have a pardon here for Sam Swift from Cromwell himself. Hangman: Sam Swift is pardoned! ( Shouts and jeering ) Man: We didn't come all this way not to see someone hang. Man: What about the Doctor? Crowd: Hang the Doctor. Hang the Doctor! Hang the Doctor. Hang the Doctor! Ashildr: Ssh... You want to see someone die? How's this? The Doctor: No! Ashildr, no! ( Pulsing and whirring ) The Doctor: Purple -- colour of death. His life force is opening a portal. Ashildr: To my new life. The Doctor: Or to Hell. Leandro: ( Roaring ) Man: A lion man! Man: Look! Ashildr: Goodbye, Doctor. Leandro: You are going nowhere. The Doctor: Doors work both ways. They let people out and they let the enemy in. Ashildr: What's that? What's happening? What are those things? The Doctor: Space ships, or they will be. They're coming through the rift, actualising in this plane of reality. Ashildr: You said you were the last of the Leonians. We were meant to escape. Leandro: You shall. In death. ( Screaming ) Ashildr: No! Doctor, what have I done? What have I done to these people? Stop this! They are defenceless. Leandro: ( Roaring ) The Doctor: Ashildr! He doesn't care. Ashildr: But I do. Oh, God, I do. I actually do, I... I care. The Doctor: It's awful, isn't it? It's infuriating. You think you don't care and then you fall off the wagon. Ashildr: Never mind about me. What are we going to do about them? We have to help them. They need you. They need us. The Doctor: Welcome back! Ashildr: Well? Do something then! The Doctor: OK! OK... Erm... Eyes of Hades, Afterlife, death opens up a gateway... We need to close it. Ashildr: Yeah, I know, but how? The Doctor: Sam Swift, he's the conduit. The amulet, it's still in him. It's his death that's opening the rift. So what do we do? Ashildr: Reverse it. Leandro: You cannot reverse death. Ashildr: Oh, yes, we can! The Doctor: Run! Leandro: No, my lady. They will destroy me for this. The light of immortality. ( snarls ) Spare me, my brothers! ( screams ) Sam Swift: I'm alive. I'm alive! Ah-ha-ha-ha! ( Cheering ) [ INT. Ye Swan (with two necks) Inn ] Sam Swift: Last thing I remember is you turning up, Doctor. Good thing too. Between you and me, I was running out of material. The Doctor: Yeah, I could tell. Gave a whole new meaning to dying on stage. Sam Swift: Gallows humour can be tricky. But at least there's never a second house. We've nearly finished these. I'll get some more in. Er, by the way... I've not forgotten that kiss. Ashildr: Is he immortal now? The Doctor: Do you want him to be? Ashildr: I don't think I want anyone to be. The Doctor: Well, probably not. Probably the power would have been drained by the whole opening and reversing the portal thingy. There'll be enough power to bring him... back, but not enough power to keep him here. Probably. Ashildr: Did you just make all of that up? The Doctor: Yeah... But it's hard to keep track of all this... stuff. Keep an eye on him though. He might be around for a while. Or not. Who can say? Ashildr: You're still not going to take me with you, are you? The Doctor: People like us, we go on too long. We forget what matters. The last thing we need is each other. We need the mayflies. See, the mayflies, they know more than we do. They know how beautiful and precious life is because it's fleeting. Look how Sam Swift made every last moment count, right to the gallows. Look how glad he is to be alive. I looked into your eyes and I saw my worst fears. Weariness. Emptiness. Ashildr: That's why you can't travel with me. Our perspectives are too vast. Too far away. The Doctor: You're not the first, you know. I did travel with another immortal once. Captain Jack Harkness. Ashildr: Who? The Doctor: He'll get round to you eventually. Who told you about me? The man who comes for the battle and runs away from the fallout. Ashildr: Take your pick. You've had an impact on this world. You've made waves. The Doctor: Sometimes tidal waves. Ashildr: I'm flattered. The Doctor: Well, you should be. You're an extraordinary woman, Ashildr. But... I think I'm going to have to keep an eye on you. Ashildr: No. The Doctor: No? Ashildr: Someone has to look out for the people you abandon. Who better than me? I'll be the patron saint of the Doctor's leftovers. While you're busy protecting this world, I'll get busy protecting it from you. The Doctor: So are we enemies now? Ashildr: Of course not. Enemies are never a problem. It's your friends you have to watch out for. And, my friend... I'll be watching out for you. The Doctor: Ashildr... I think I'm very glad I saved you. Ashildr: Oh, I think everyone will be. [ INT. TARDIS ] ( Guitar playing ) Clara: Hey! Hello? The Doctor: Oh, hello! Hi! Clara: Did you miss me? The Doctor: Be more specific. Who are you? Clara: Ha-ha! I've got a present for you. The Doctor: Why? Am I ill? Clara: No. The Doctor: Are you ill? Clara: No. The Doctor: Are you never going to travel with me again, because I said a thing? Clara: It's not a good present. The Doctor: Oh, well that's a relief. Clara: OK, Evie Hubbard? Year Seven, you helped her out with her homework? Imaginary interview with Winston Churchill. You basically cheated. The Doctor: That was her fault because she should have stressed "imaginary." Clara: Anyway, she got an A and so... she has sent you a selfie. The Doctor: Yes, you're right. That is not a good present. Clara: Come on... The Doctor: Do they make sherbet lemons any more? And I'd like a Ferrari. What about a Ferrari? Clara: I knew you'd be thrilled. The Doctor: OK, come on, let me see. Let me see, let me see, let me see. Ha... Clara: What's wrong? The Doctor: Nothing. Nothing at all! Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: Tell her next time, I'll take cash. Clara: So... Where are you going to take me? The Doctor: Wherever you want. Clara: Hmm... Somewhere... Somewhere magical. Somewhere new! The Doctor: Ah, there is nowhere new under the sun! Above it, on the other hand... I've missed you, Clara Oswald. Clara: Well, don't worry, daft old man. I'm not going anywhere. ( Metallic thrumming ) [ NEXT TIME ] 20 million Zygons have been allowed to take human form and are now living amongst us. Any living thing in this world, including my family and friends, could turn into a Zygon and kll me. It's not paranoia when it's real. They've kidnapped Osgood and they've stolen the location of every Zygon on Earth. The Doctor: Run away! Doctor, the ceasefire's broken down. The Doctor: He have a Zygon revolution on our hands. Zygon: We've won the first battle. There will be truth... And now we are going to begin the wr... or there will be consequences. I think you might be right. About what? The end of the world.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x06 - The Woman Who Lived (2)"}	foreverdreaming
Once upon a time... there were Three Doctors Two Osgoods [ National Gallery lift ] ( Snarling ) Osgood 1 (Chanting): The Doctor will save me. The Doctor will save me... Osgood 2: Excuse me, I'm going to need my inhaler. One peace treaty [ Black Archive ] 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. 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... Eleventh Doctor: .. or Zygon. Tenth Doctor: Whoops-a-daisy! BANG! Both: Cancel the detonation! [ Office ] Osgood 1: Hello. Osgood 2: Hello. Do you want to...? Osgood 1: No, you can, if you... Both: Shall we do it together? Osgood 1: Operation Double. Osgood 2: The Zygon peace treaty. Osgood 1: I'm Osgood. Osgood 2: I'm also Osgood. Osgood 1: Remember that. It'll be important later. Osgood 2: Operation Double is a covert operation, outside of normal UNIT strictures, to resettle and rehouse an alien race in secrecy on planet Earth. Osgood 1: With UNIT's help, 20 million Zygons have been allowed to take human form, been dispersed around the world, and are now living amongst us. Osgood 2: We're making this in case something goes wrong. In case UNIT is infiltrated. In case something occurs to unmask the Zygons. Osgood 1: Or in case one or both of us dies. Osgood 2: The Zygons are a peaceful race. Osgood 1: Their shape-changing ability should not be considered a wapon. Osgood 2: It's a survival mechanism. Osgood 1: They embed themselves in other cultures, and live out their lives in their new bodies in peace and harmony... mainly. Osgood 2: Any race is capable of the best and the worst. Osgood 1: Every race is peaceful and warlike. Osgood 2: Good and evil. Osgood 1: My race is no exception. Osgood 2: And neither is mine. Osgood 1: If one Zygon goes rogue... Osgood 2: Or one human... Osgood 1: .. then the ceasefire will break. That's why the Doctor left us this. Osgood 2: He called it the Osgood Box. Osgood 1: If you've been paying attention, you'll be able to guess why. Osgood 2: This is the last resort. Osgood 1: The final sanction. Osgood 2: Pray this box is never needed. Osgood 1: Because if it is, that means the ceasefire is breaking... Osgood 2: And with 20 million shape-changing Zygons dispersed around the world... Osgood 1: .. that is the Nightmare Scenario. [ Police Station ] ( Shouting and gn ) ( She pants ) ( Glass smashes ) Osgood: Ah! ( gn, whizzing bllts ) ( She rattles door ) ( Inhaler hisses ) ( She pants ) ( Snarling nearby ) ( Footsteps approach ) ( Keypad tones ) ( Footsteps thud ) ( Growling and snarling ) ( She screams ) [ INT. TARDIS ] ( Alarm beeps ) ( The Doctor plays a guitar solo: "Amazing Grace" ) ( He stops ) Season 9 Episode 7 The Zygon Invasion Original air date: October 31, 2015 [ EXT. Brockwell Park, London ] ( Alarm beeps ) Woman (O.C.): Come on, kids, no pushing! ( Kids chatter ) Clara (voicemail): Hi, this is Clara Oswald. I'm probably on the Tube or in outer space. Leave a message! ( Voicemail beeps ) The Doctor: Hello, it's Doctor Disco. I'm in the 21st century. I don't know what month. I'm staking out some of the most dangerous creatures imaginable. Operating under deep cover. Trying not to attract suspicion. Give me a call, Clara. Nightmare Scenario. I'm worried. OK. Hey, Monster High and Cinderella. Down off the monkey bars. Listen to me. We've got to talk. [ INT. UNIT Safe House, South London ] Kate: Get me Colonel Walsh. And I need you to coordinate the Operation Double locations. Jac: There are 20 million Zygons! And most of the data was with... her. Kate: Do what you can. Start with any that have intelligence flags from the past six months. ( Beeping ) Jac: Walsh coming through. Walsh: Walsh. Turmezistan. Kate: Any new arrivals? Walsh: One. The pictures aren't very good. Kate: Can you zoom in on the prisoner? It's her. Get into her files. We have to assume they've been compromised. Jac: Too late. The encryption system's already been hacked. And they've sent through another video. [ EXT. Brockwell Park, London ] The Doctor: Look, I admire you, OK? I think you're ingenious -- pretending to be a couple of seven-year-olds is a splendid way to conceal your blobbiness. But let's not pretend. You're very blobby. In fact, you two are the big blobs. And you are not patrolling the ceasefire. Fine. Fine, bury your heads. Listen to me. Listen! There are other factions. I know that there are other blobby factions you don't control. They're planning something. And if we don't get together and stop it, it'll be the end of this. Of all of you. Claudette: This is our jurisdiction, Doctor. These are our creatures. We are close to finding them. Jemima: They are our children, and we will deal with them. The Doctor: Your kids are out of control. I'm taking this out of your hands. ( Mobile rings ) Don't even think about going anywhere. Are you phoning me with your backside again, or are you really sending me a distress signal? Kate (O.C.): I'm really sending you a distress signal. [ INT. UNIT Safe House, South London ] Kate: They've kidnapped Osgood and they've stolen the location of every Zygon on Earth. Doctor, the ceasefire's broken down. [ EXT. Brockwell Park, London ] ( Loud hissing ) The Doctor: Hey! Away! Away! Get those kids out of the way! Out of the way! Out of the way! Out of the way! Move! Out of the way! ( Panicked shouting ) ( Girl screams ) ( Snarling ) ( Tyres screech ) ( Tyres screech ) [ INT. UNIT Safe House, South London ] Osgood: UNIT troops will be destroyed wherever they are in the world. The enemies of our race will be destroyed wherever they are in the world. The wr is about to begin. There will be truth... or there will be consequences. Clara (voicemail): 'Hi, this is Clara Oswald. I'm probably on the Tube or in outer space. Leave a message!' The Doctor: Call me now. [ EXT. Clara's Apartment Block ] ( Phone beeps ) ( She scoffs ) The Doctor (on voicemail): 'Hello, it's Doctor Disco...' Clara: Hello. Oh, hello. Sandeep, hello. You OK? Sandeep: I can't find my mummy and daddy. Clara: Well, why don't you wait here, and I can go see if I can find them? [ INT. Sandeep's Apartment ] Clara: Hello? Hello? ( A man walks in and she gasps ) Clara: Oh, sorry -- erm, your little boy is out there. He couldn't find you. Sandeep's Dad: Daddy's here! Sandeep's Mum: We can take him. ( Sandeep screams ) ( He screams ) Clara: Is... Is he OK? Sandeep's Mum: Everything's fine. [ EXT. Clara's Apartment Block ] ( Door slams ) ( Keypad tones ) ( Phone rings ) Clara: Did you just call yourself "Doctor Disco"? [ EXT. Drakeman Junior School, Dulwich, London - Night ] Kate: This is where the Zygon High Command had their secret base. Clara: A junior school? Kate: Terms of the settlement, Operation Double, were these -- 20 million Zygons, the entire hatchery, were allowed to be born and to stay on Earth. They were permitted to permanently take up the form of the nearest available human beings -- Jac: In this case, a large percentage of the population of the UK. [ Boiler room ] Kate: You left us with an impossible situation, Doctor. The Doctor: Yes, I know. It's called peace. What about the two little girl commanders? Weren't they helping you? Kate: They've been almost impossible to deal with since Osgood left. Secretive, uncommunicative. We've known there's something going on -- some radicalisation, some revolution in the younger brood. They said they had it under control. [ Zygon Command Centre ] The Doctor: The Zygon command centre. That's the control polyp for all Zygons on Earth. Kate: It's horrible. The Doctor: Could you...? Would you mind? Thank you. If this has been compromised, the Zygons are wide open. They'll be starting to panic. Starting to worry. Clara: Doctor, do you want to be alone with that thing? The Doctor: It's a command computer. You operate it by titivating the fronds. Clara: Are you enjoying that?! ( Wet squelching ) The Doctor: I snogged a Zygon once. Old habits... ( Polyp gurgles ) The Doctor: Still got the old magic. Clara: So, Osgood's been kidnapped, right? I thought Osgood was dad. Kate: There've always been two of her, ever since the ceasefire. We never knew which one was real. The Doctor: Both of them. Kate: OK, which one was Zygon. The Doctor: Both of them. They would have maintained a live link -- they were both Zygon and human at the same time. They not only administered the peace, they were the peace. Jac: When the other Osgood died, the survivor went pretty much mad with grief. Then she just disappeared -- went undercover in the States. Now, of course, the rebels have her. ( Squelching ) The Doctor: Ah! OK. Zygons hatched and dispersed all over -- but something's gone wrong. Mexico border, North Asia, West Africa, Australia... Panic. Paranoia. What would happen if they knew who we were? ( Beeping ) Jac: We've received another video. Kate: That's the Zygon High Command. It's Jemima and Claudette. Deep Voice: We have been betrayed. We were sold. Our rights were violated. We demand the right to be ourselves. Normalise. Normalise! Zygon: We are now the Zygon High Command. All traitors will die. Truth or consequences. The Doctor: So, we have a Zygon revolution on our hands. We need to open negotiations. Kate: I'm not negotiating with them. As far as they're concerned, everyone's a traitor. Clara: If you're not going to negotiate, what are you going to do? Kate: They're holed up in this settlement in Turmezistan -- it's where they've taken Osgood. I'm going to order Colonel Walsh to bmb it. The Doctor: Isn't there a solution that doesn't involve bmb everyone? Kate: The treaty's been comprehensively violated, Doctor. The Doctor: This is a splinter group. The rest of the Zygons, the vast majority -- they want to live in peace. You start bmb them, you'll radicalise the lot. That's exactly what the splinter group wants. Jac: "Truth or consequences" -- what exactly does that mean? Kate: It's just the usual kind of nonsense these idiots call themselves. Clara: It's in New Mexico. Kate: What? Clara: It's a town in New Mexico -- Truth or Consequences. They renamed it after a TV show, for a bet or something. It's a Trivial Pursuit question. I used to memorise Trivial Pursuit questions so I could win. Jac: That's the last place we received signal from Osgood's phone, isn't it? Kate: New Mexico. The Doctor: OK. Kate Stewart, no bmb for you. Go to Truth or Consequences. See what you can find out. The Doctor will go to Turmezistan. Negotiate peace, rescue Osgood, and prevent this wr, cos that's what he does. Clara, Jac -- you stay here. This is your country -- protect it from the scary monsters. And also from the Zygons. Clara: Fine. The Doctor: Oh, and do you still have the presidential aircraft? Clara: I thought you didn't like being President of the World. The Doctor: No, but I like poncing about in a big plane. [ EXT. Airfield - Night ] Clara: How many troops do you have? Kate: Not many. Usually on bigger cases we can draft in from the regular army. We can't do that now. The secrecy of the project has to be maintained. Clara: You got any snazzy wapon? Kate: There was an attempted Zygon invasion before, in the '70s, '80s. One of our staff was a naval surgeon. Worked at Porton Down on the captured Zygons. Developed Z-67. It's a nerve gas. Unravels their DNA. Basically, turns them inside out. Clara: Where do you keep it? Kate: We don't. It was taken -- the formula, the lot. Clara: Who took it? Kate: Somebody with a TARDIS. Jac: They're ready for you, ma'am. Kate: Keep in touch. Clara: Oh, I just need to swing by home and grab a couple of things. Jac: Yeah, course. [ EXT. Clara's Appartment - Night ] Male Voice: Quick, before someone sees us! ( Muffled child's yells ) Clara: It's really slow. We can catch them. (quietly) Come on! ( Lift groans and creaks ) Clara: It's slower than usual. Jac: What's wrong with it? Is there a cellar, or somewhere else they could've gone? Clara: No. [ Lift ] ( Lift pings ) ( Wet squelching ) Jac: Ugh, what is that? ( Squelching ) Jac: No, don't! SQUELCH! ( Power surge ) ( Rumbling ) ( Both pant ) ( Rumbling stops ) ( They gasp ) ( Lift pings ) [ Tunnel ] ( Distant yelling ) ( Distant voices ) Clara: I think we need to get some reinforcements. [ UNIT Command Base, Turmezistan ] Lisa: Approaching target at 1-00-65-12. Confirm strike order. Walsh (O.C.): Order confirmed. The Doctor: At ease. I'm the President of the World. I'm here to rescue people and generally establish happiness all over the place. The Doctor. Doctor Funkenstein. Walsh: Yes, we know who you are. Lisa: Going to strike altitude. The Doctor: What's going on here? Fun and games? Man (on radio): We're 700 metres lower, 700 metres lower than planned. Over. The Doctor: You're not bmb that town. That's where they're holding my friend. Walsh: They're dangerous. And your friend is almost certainly dad. I'm not going to allow them to disperse. You can't track a shape-shifter. Lisa: Visual on the target. Walsh: Confirm strike. The Doctor: Colonel! Walsh (O.C.): Confirm strike. Confirm strike! Confirm strike. Confirm strike! Lisa: Strike aborted. Strike aborted. The Doctor: Well, that's interesting. [ Truth or Consequence, New Mexico, USA ] ( Quiet snarling ) ( Dog barks in distance ) ( Flies buzzing ) [ INT. Police Station, Truth or Consequence ] Kate: Hello? Hello? Officer Norlander: You one of them? Kate: I'm a friend. I've come to help. Norlander: Alone? Have you come to help alone? Kate: What happened here? Norlander: You must have brought backup. Where's your backup? Tell me! Kate: First, tell me why I need it. [ UNIT Command Base, Turmezistan ] Walsh: We think it's a Zygon training camp. We never see more than one or two of them outside at any one time. But they always take different shapes -- we don't know how many there really are. We don't know how they come and go -- whether they go through tunnels, or whether they turn into dogs and run out across the hills. The Doctor: So, that's what we'll find out. Walsh: We should have that gas. We should be able to rip them inside out. The Doctor: Colonel, take it easy. They're trying to unsettle you. They're trying to make you paranoid and panicked. Walsh: Any living thing in this world, including my family and friends, could turn into a Zygon and kll me, any second now. It's not paranoia when it's real. [ INT. UNIT Safe House, South London ] Jac: I've been looking into this. There have been reports all over London of strange activity in lifts. I've patched into CCTV from Scotland Yard -- all the elevators I can find. Now, this is SOAS. People dragging bundles. They go down, down, down, a few minutes go by. And then... ( Crackling ) .. they're all gone. There is something very wrong happening underneath London. [ INT. Police Station, Truth or Consequence ] Norlander: The Brits came two years ago. We didn't want them. They just... They just turned up. No jobs. Nowhere to live. No money. And they were... They were odd. They started getting into fights. Couple of them got klled. Kate: More than a couple. What happened here? Norlander: After the mrder, they started banding together. And then, one day, one of them changed. Kate: Changed? Norlander: One of them was walking down West Main, and suddenly, it turned into a... a reptile. They just came for us. They turned into monsters and they CAME for us. And we couldn't fight them. You can't tell who's who. They can turn your own family against you. Kate: Have you seen her? Norlander: Yeah, she was here. She was at the motel, asking questions. Before... Everybody's gone. Kate: Where? [ Zygon Occupied Village, Turmezistan ] Walsh (O.C.): OK, listen carefully. Once we get to the village we have a 30-minute window before the airstrike. Walsh: We all know what a rabbit warren this place is, but we've got intel they're holed up inside the church. Hitchley, you take the front, storm it, draw their fre, the Doctor and I will take the back. The Doctor: This is our object. We need to get her back. Safely. Try to kll as few of them as possible, I need have to have someone to negotiate with. Walsh: You know what they're capable of. Do not fall victim to it. Truck open. Code Green. Man (O.C.): Let's move out! [ EXT. Church ] Hitchley: Come out! Throw down your wapon! Man (O.C.): Come out! We have you surrounded! Hitchley (shouts): Come out of there! Hitchley: Come out, we have you surrounded! Hitchley's Mom: I don't have any wapon. Please. Hitchley: Take aim. On my command. Hitchley's Mom: No. No, don't, please. Johnny... you don't understand. Hitchley: You're not my mother, don't use my name. Hitchley's Mom: They took us here. They came to the house and took us. They took your sister. Me. Hitchley: Stay where you are. Hitchley's Mom: It's not us who are the impostors. Don't let them trick you. It's your commanders, your chief -- they're the aliens. Walsh (on walkietalkie): Do not fall victim! ( Cut to Church rear. ) Walsh: Ask her some details. She's a copy -- ask something... ( Cut to Church front. ) Walsh (on walkietalkie): .. only your mum could know. Hitchley: Mom, I'm going to have to ask you some questions. Hitchley's Mom: Don't do this. You know it's me. Don't let them trick you. Hitchley: Date and place of my birth. Hitchley's Mom: They brought us here, they're using us against you. I'm scared. Please, I'm so scared. Hitchley: Name of my favourite teddy bear. Hitchley's Mom: I don't remember. I'm sorry, I don't. ( Cut to Church rear. ) Hitchley's Mom (O.C.): Don't kll me because I can't remember! Walsh: Hitchley! ( Cut to Church front. ) Hitchley: Stay back! All of you, stay back from them! ( Cut to Church rear. ) Walsh: That is not your mother, it's an alien hostile. ( Cut to Church front. ) Hitchley's Mom: We're not those creatures, we're hostages. ( Cut to Church rear. ) Walsh: kll it! Hitchley's Mom (O.C.): I can prove it. ( Cut to Church front. ) Hitchley's Mom: I can prove who we are. Just come inside, I'll show you. ( Cut to Church rear. ) Walsh: Don't go in there. ( Cut to Church front. ) Hitchley's Mom: Please. Hitchley: You're not my mom! Hitchley's Mom: Oh, God, you're going to kll me. Hitchley: Mom, please... Hitchley's Mom: You are, you're going to kll me. I love you. I forgive you and I love you. ( Cut to Church rear. ) Walsh: Do it! ( Cut to Church front. ) Hitchley: ( sighs ) What proof? ( Cut to Church rear. ) Walsh: Don't go in there, you're going to your death! ( Cut to Church front. ) Walsh (on walkietalkie): Hitchley, kll it. Hitchley: Let's go. Over and out, ma'am. ( Cut to Church rear. ) Walsh: Dammit. Dammit! The Doctor: This is pointless! Just let me go in and talk! ( gn ) [ INT. Church ] Walsh: They've excuted my men. The Doctor: Where are the Zygons? Walsh: We need to bmb the hell out of this place. It's infested with these things. We can't tell who the enemy is any more, we can't count them and we can't track them! The Doctor: I'm not going to let you do that. Walsh: I just lost my men, I'll quite happily bmb the hell out of anywhere. We need to move. Strike's on its way. The Doctor: I need to find Osgood. Walsh: You've got ten minutes. Woman (faintly O.C.): Help! Help! The Doctor: Osgood! Osgood! Osgood (O.C.): Doctor! The Doctor: Osgood! Osgood (O.C.): Doctor, I'm here! The Doctor: Osgood! Osgood (O.C.): I'm down here! The Doctor: Osgood! Osgood (O.C.): Doctor! [ INT. Basement ] Osgood: Doctor! Doctor! The Doctor: Osgood! Got to get you out. They're going to bmb this place. What do the Zygons want? Osgood: They're training, practising new skills -- doctor what are you doing here? The Doctor: Rescuing you. In quite a dashing way, I might add. Osgood: They fled through the tunnels. They're going back to the UK. If you're here, they've got you out of the way. Who's left in the UK? The Doctor: Clara. Zygon: Clara! The Doctor: Oh, hello. ( bmb blast overhead ) The Doctor: They've started. So much for "ten minutes"! ( explsin ) [ Truth or Consequence, New Mexico, USA ] Kate: You found something? What? What do you want me to see? ( Flies buzz, electricity crackles ) Kate: Oh, God. W-Were those all people? ( Electricity crackles in dumpsters ) [ Tunnel ] ( Lift pings ) Jac: It's an odd world nowadays, isn't it? Clara: It's always been an odd world. Jac: Mm. I mean, doesn't it feel, sometimes, that things are coming to an end? Everything's just going nuts. Clara: You're middle-aged, that's what it is. No offence. Everybody middle-aged always thinks the world's about to come to an end. Never does. It's here. Oh, my God. [ INT. Airplane ] Clara (voicemail): 'Hi, this is Clara Oswald. I'm probably on the tube or in outer space. Leave a message!' The Doctor: Can you change your voicemail message, please, it's getting very boring. Oh, I see you've accessorised it. Osgood: Yes. The Doctor: The old question marks. Osgood: You used to wear question marks. The Doctor: Oh, I know, yes, I did. Osgood: They were nice. Why don't you wear them any more? The Doctor: Oh, I do. I've got question mark underpants. Osgood: Makes one wonder what the question is. The Doctor: Which one are you? Human or Zygon? Osgood: I don't answer that question. The Doctor: Why not? Osgood: Because there isn't a question to answer. I don't accept it. My sister and I were the living embodiment of the peace we made. I will give all the lives I have to protect it. You want to know who I am, Doctor? I am the peace. I am Human and Zygon. The Doctor: Like a hybrid. Osgood: A hybrid, if you like. The Doctor: Well, I'm proud to know you, Osgood. And I promise that I won't tell anyone... that you're a human. Zygons need to keep the human original alive to refresh the body print. If you were a Zygon, you'd've changed back within days of your sister's death. Osgood: Those were the old rules. Before Zygons could pluck loved ones from your memory and wear their faces. Zygons only need to keep the original alive if they need more information from them. If the interrogation is over... then the original can die. [ Tunnel ] Jac: Oh, my God. These are Zygon pods. Clara: I think you might be right. Jac: About what? Clara: The end of the world. [ INT. Airplane ] ( Zygon roars ) The Doctor: Bit of first-things-first-ness. What's your name? My name's -- well... you can call me the Doctor. But then you knew that, didn't you? You want something. What is it? Zygon: You are the President of the World? The Doctor: I suppose so. Zygon: We want... the world. ( He laughs and snarls ) [ Tunnel ] Clara: OK. It looks like whole buildings full of people have been pinched. In fact, it looks like a whole London full of people have been pinched. But we've got here early, they're still growing. We've have to neutralise these before they hatch. Take your positions. ( gn rattle ) Clara: Do you know what? I'm enjoying this. Jac: Clara. Clara: What? Jac: We don't know that's what these are. Clara: Oh, come on. These are eggs, or pods, or whatever -- look. Oh, my God, that's me. Jac: I think we should wait. Clara: Look, they're here, they're growing duplicates of us. We have to destroy them. I've seen this happen before. It happened to that little boy, they took his parents and then they took him. Jac: But I don't see how these are duplicates, that's not how Zygons work, they don't grow duplicates, they kidnap the original, so these... These... are the humans. Retreat. Retreat! This is a trap! This is an ambush! No... Oh, no, Miss Oswald, please. Please! Clara: kll the traitors. ( Electricity fizzes, screaming ) [ Flashback ] ( Boy yells ) Clara: Is he OK? Bonnie: Hello, Clara. My name is Bonnie. [ End Flashback ] [ INT. Airplane ] Zygon: We want the truth of who we are to be acknowledged. We want to live as ourselves. At any cost. We want a home. The Doctor: Well, you can't have the United Kingdom. There's already people living there. They'll think you're going to pinch their benefits. Zygon: We're already there, Doctor. The invasion's already taken place, bit by bit, over the last year. We've won the first battle. And now, we are going to begin the wr. [ INT. Police Station, Truth or Consequence ] Norlander: There's hundreds more. They klled everybody. Kate: We have to find out what forms they took, how many of them there were. How did this happen? Norlander: Somebody once caught the briefest of glimpses of a Zygon in its proper form. A child... who hadn't learned to preserve its body print... who had been left alone to learn these things for itself. And then word went round these primitives... that we were monsters. Kate: "We"? Norlander: There isn't any backup, is there? I just had to be sure. ( Squelching ) ( Snarling ) [ INT. UNIT Safe House, South London ] Clara (on walkietalkie): Commander calling Truth or Consequences. What is your status? Repeat, Commander calling Truth or Consequences. What is your status? Kate: Commander... UNIT neutralised in North America, Truth or consequences. Clara: Copy that. ( Beeping ) ( Lock clunks ) ( Keypad beeps ) Clara: Bonnie speaking. UNIT neutralised in the UK. More or less. [ INT. Airplane ] ( Phone rings ) Zygon: Answer it. Say goodbye. This plane will never land. The Doctor: Really. Clara? [ EXT. Shoreline cliff ] Clara: Doctor. [ INT. Airplane ] The Doctor: Clara? [ EXT. Shoreline cliff ] Clara: There you are. The Doctor (O.C.): Clara, I'm glad you're OK. Listen... Clara: You're breaking up. The Doctor (O.C.): The invasion has happened. You're probably surrounded by Zygons. Get to the Tardis, get yourself safe. [ INT. Airplane ] The Doctor: And, apparently, my plane is never going to land but let's see what we're going to do about that. [ EXT. Shoreline cliff ] Clara: I'm sorry, but Clara's dad. [ INT. Airplane ] Clara (O.C.): Kate Stewart is dad, the UNIT troops are all dad. [ EXT. Shoreline cliff ] Clara: Truth or consequences. ( Rocket roars ) [ INT. Airplane ] The Doctor: Clara! ( Deep explsin ) [ To be continued... ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x07 - The Zygon Invasion (1)"}	foreverdreaming
Previously... ( Osgood screams ) Kate: They've kidnapped Osgood and they've stolen the location of every Zygon on Earth. Kate (O.C.): Doctor, the ceasefire's broken down. The Doctor: Call me now. Norlander: They turned into monsters and they came for us. We couldn't fight 'em. You can't tell who's who. Clara Z: Oh, come on. These are eggs or pods or whatever. Look! God, that's me. Jac: But I don't see how these are duplicates. That's not how Zygons work. These... are the humans! Jac (O.C.): Please! Clara Z: kll the traitors. Norlander: There isn't any backup, is there? ( Squelching ) Clara Z: UNIT neutralised in the UK. Clara Z (O.C.): More or less. Clara Z: I'm sorry, but Clara's dad. [ INT. Clara's bedroom - Night ] ( Clara wakes with a start and gasps ) [ INT. Clara's bathroom - Night ] The Doctor (O.C.): Clara... Clara! [ INT. Clara's livingroom - Night ] Clara: You're breaking up! ( Electrical crackling from TV ) The Doctor (O.C.): The invasion has happened. You're probably surrounded by Zygons. Get to the TARDIS, get yourself safe. Apparently my plane is never going to land. Let's see what we can do about that! Clara Z (O.C.): I'm sorry, but Clara's dad. Clara: Dream checks... Dream checks, dream checks... Clara Z (O.C.): It's your decision, Doctor. Truth or consequences. [ INT. Airplane ] Osgood: Doctor... The Doctor: Missed! [ INT. Clara's livingroom - Night ] ( Clara wrestles with the TV, strains with her right index finger, then bites it. We see the rocket launched by Clara Z strike the airplane. ) Season 9 Episode 8 The Zygon Inversion Original air date: November 7, 2015 [ EXT. Fleet Estate Centre, London - Daytime ] ( A man [Etoine] is running in fear from an underpass. He bumps into a street cleaner and gasps, dropping the bags he was carrying. Clara Z emerges from the underpass. ) ( Entry-system beeps as Etoine enters the apartment block. ) [ INT. Etoine's Apartment - Daytime ] ( Clara Z is outside the apartment and the door rattles before opening. Clara Z enters and Etoine groans ) Clara Z: I know what you are. ( Etoine gasps ) Etoine: Please... Please. Clara Z: I'm going to set you free. Humans cannot accept the way we really are. If we cannot hide, we must fight. You are going to be the first. The first to make the humans see. ( Clara Z places the finger tips of both hands on Etoine's temples and there is electrical sparking. ) ( Etoine runs off, while morphing and squelching. He gasps ) [ EXT. Etoine's Apartment - Daytime ] Etoine: Help me. Help me... Help! Help me... ( Squelching and gurgling ) ( Clara Z's records Etoine morphing on her phone. Her phone beeps. ) Clara Z: Commander here. The first one has been changed. I'm going to UNIT to retrieve the Osgood box. [ Beach - Daytime ] ( Seagulls cry ) Osgood: Doctor? Doctor! The Doctor: Any questions? Osgood: Why do you have a Union Jack parachute? The Doctor: Camouflage. Osgood: Camouflage? The Doctor: Yes, we're in Britain. Ooh, your specs are broken. I'll fix 'em. You can wear mine, they're sonic. Osgood: Sonic specs? The Doctor: Yeah! Osgood: Isn't that a bit pointless? Like a visual hearing aid? The Doctor: What's wrong with pointless? I once invented an invisible watch. Spot the design flaw. Osgood: You're talking nonsense to distract me from being really scared. It's one of your known character traits. The Doctor: Don't look at my browser history. ( Beeping ) Osgood: Whoa! The Doctor: Yeah, I said "don't". Osgood: Why didn't that Zygon blow us up with her big bazooka? The Doctor: She did blow us up with her big bazooka. This is us being blown up with a big bazooka. Osgood: But she seems to know what she's doing. The first thing I'D do if I wanted to invde the world would be to kll you. The Doctor: Thanks. Osgood: I wouldn't even let you get talking, like you always do. bllet between the eyes, first thing. The Doctor: Again, thank you. Osgood: 12 times, if necessary. The Doctor: Ah, yes. Why limit yourself? You've really thought this through, haven't you? Osgood: I'm a big fan. But she gave you a chance to get out. She hesitated. If she had Clara's memory print, she'd know better than to give you even a second. You've gone quiet because I mentioned Clara. You think she might be dad. The Doctor: Yes. Osgood: Are you OK? The Doctor: I don't know. I'm still in the hope phase. Osgood: How's that going? The Doctor: Hell. Please talk about something else. ( We see Clara trying to manipulate Clara Z with her mind and Clara Z manipulates her phone. ) [ EXT. Promenade - Daytime ] Osgood: Why do they want to destroy the ceasefire? The Doctor: Don't think of them as rational. They're different. They don't care about human beings, they don't care about their own people. They think the rest of Zygonkind are traitors. ( Phone beeps ) The Doctor: It's a splinter group. Osgood: Clara. Well, not Clara. The Zygon who... The Doctor: The Zygon who probably klled her. Read it. Osgood: It says, "I'm awake." The Doctor: What does she mean? A political awakening? Why would she be sending me propaganda? She just blew me up with a big bazooka. Osgood: Never really met Clara. Pretty strong, yeah? The Doctor: She was amazing. Osgood: No. Not was. Is. It's not from the Zygon. It's from Clara. The Doctor: How? Osgood: She's not dad, she's in a pod somewhere. They need a live feed to the information in her brain. But she's fighting back. She's trying to take control, piece by piece. The Doctor: Texting? Osgood: How much more human do you get? The Zygon probably doesn't even know it sent this, or why it misfired that bazooka. The Doctor: You don't know. It's just a theory. Osgood: Yes, it's just a theory. But how's the hope phase now? The Doctor: Worse than ever. Osgood: Then we've got a game! [ INT. UNIT safe house ] ( Clara Z enters and on passing a mirror sees the reflection of Clara. She opens a safe under the stairs and we hear beeping. She takes out a laptop computer, which she sets down and opens. ) Osgood 1 (on screen): Hello. If you're watching this, I have been captured and interrogated. Osgood 2 (on screen): During the interrogation, I have revealed to you the existence of the Osgood box. Osgood (O.C.): I have revealed its location and the combination to open this safe. And guess what? Both Osgoods: I lied. Osgood (O.C.): The Osgood box exists. But it's not here. Stop looking. Really... Osgood 2 (on screen): .. stop. Osgood 1 (on screen): The Osgood box can end the ceasefire. Osgood 2 (on screen): The Osgood box can start the wr. Osgood 1 (on screen): The Osgood box can wipe out all humankind. Osgood 2 (on screen): But there's a reason it's called the Osgood box. Osgood 1 (on screen): Haven't you guessed? ( Recording breaks up. Clara Z groans and she shrieks as she smashes the laptop on the floor. She then grunts as she proceeds to stamp on it. ) [ EXT. Promenade - Daytime ] ( As the Doctor and Osgood are walking, they come upon a police car, which is stopped at a junction. ) The Doctor: Hello! Hi! Hello. Dr John Disco. It was my plane. I had a big plane for purposes of, eh, poncing about. ( The officers stare back vacantly ) It went off with a massive bang about half a mile that way? Actually... er... It's fine. We're... we're fine, aren't we? Osgood: Yeah. Yeah. The Doctor: Yes, yes, we're fine. Just, um, move along. (whispers to Osgood): Come on. [ INT. UNIT safe house ] ( Clara Z's phone rings ) [ Promenade / UNIT safe house - Daytime ] Osgood: She's answered. The Doctor: Hello! Clara Z: You're dad. The Doctor: Yes, well, I'm dad now, and I think I might be a bit more dad in a minute. What's your plan, Zygella? Clara Z (on phone): I don't have a plan. The Doctor: Come on, you don't invde planets without having kind of plan. That's why they're called "planets" -- to remind you to plan it? Hey-hey! That's good! Pun-tastic. Dr Pun-tastic! Oh, come on, that was a good one, Zygella! Clara Z: Don't call me Zygella. My name's Bonnie. The Doctor: And you're winking at me. Clara Z: I am not winking at you. Where is the Osgood box? The Doctor: You do know what winking means? You're sending out some very mixed messages here. You know I'm over 2,000 years old? I'm old enough to be your Messiah. Clara Z (O.C.): I am not winking at you. Where is the box?! The Doctor: (to Osgood) We need some wheels. The van! (to Clara Z) OK. Non-verbal communication.The Doctor: I assume that you never bothered to learn Morse code... Specs! (whispers to Osgood): Setting 137. Clara Z: Tell me! The Doctor: OK, we'll have to try something else. 20 questions. Where's your pod? Is it in a tunnel? Is it in London? Thanks very much. Gotcha! The Doctor (O.C.): Stay where you are, Clara. The Doctor: We're coming to get you. And for God's sake, don't let her into your memories! Clara Z: Memories? What memories? What has she got? The Doctor: Don't tell her where the Osgood box is, and above all, don't tell her what it is. ( The doctor starts the van and tyres screech as he drives off. ) [ INT. Van - Daytime ] Osgood: Obviously, the Zygon could hear that. The Doctor: Obviously. Osgood: So she's going to poke around inside Clara's mind, looking for answers. The Doctor: The mind of Clara Oswald. She may never find her way out! ( chuckles ) Osgood: I don't think I've ever seen you smile before. The Doctor: Dazzling, isn't it? ( Beep ) Osgood: Oh! I got a ping on Clara's phone. It's the location Bonnie sent the text from. A shopping centre, south London. The Doctor: Ah, London! Perpetual city, cradle of culture, here we come! Clara, stay safe. Osgood: She's posted a video link. Female reporter (O.C.): A video supposedly showing an alien in south London is posted across the internet... Osgood: This is the same place Bonnie texted from. We need to hurry. [ Tunnel ] ( Clara Z exits the lift and taps on Clara's pod. ) [ INT. Clara's apartment living room / Tunnel ] ( Hissing ) Clara Z (on TV screen): Hello. Oh, there's no point turning over. There's nothing better on the other side. I could erase your mind. Clara: Then why haven't you? Having trouble? Let's see what I can do. ( she concentrates and Clara Z momentarily turns into a Zygon ) See, this thing... works two ways, you know. Clara Z: I want those memories! Clara: Trouble is, you're asking me for them, which means you can't access them, right? Clara Z: I can make you tell me. Clara: No, you can't, otherwise you would have done already. Clara Z: I can kll you. Clara: Go on, then. Clara Z: You think you're calling my bluff. Clara: I am calling your bluff. You need me alive. Clara Z: Only as a source of information. Clara: Then you'd better start asking questions. Clara Z: You'd better not lie. Clara: You see, that's your problem. I am a brilliant liar. How are you ever going to know? Clara Z: Oh, Clara. For a moment, I thought you were clever. ( Clara Z places two fingers of her right hand on her left wrist. We hear heartbeats echo. ) Clara Z: Our hearts are linked. bat for bat. The one thing you and I can never do is lie to each other. ( Heartbeats quicken ) ( Clara Z laughs ) Clara Z: Oh, that scared you, didn't it? [ EXT. Etoine's housing estate - Daytime ] ( Tyres screech as the Doctor pulls up. ) The Doctor: London! What a dump. Osgood: London's OK. The Doctor: No, it's not, it's a dump. Osgood: You spend an awful lot of time here, considering it's a dump. The Doctor: I spend an awful lot of time being kidnapped, tortured, sht at and exterminated. Doesn't mean I like it. Osgood: Well... This is where the video was sht. Bonnie was here. Come on, Doctor. [ INT. Fleet Estate Centre - Daytime ] The Doctor: There's electricity in the air. Osgood: It stinks. It smells like... barbecues. Oh... ( Electrical sparking ) [ Tunnel / Clara's apartment ] Clara Z: Now, listen to me. Here's what we're going to do. Clara Z (O.C.): I'm going to ask you questions and if you don't tell me the exact and complete truth, I will know and I will kll you. Do you understand me? Clara: Yes. Clara Z: I will slaughter you in that pod right now. Am I lying to you? Clara: No. Clara Z: Good. Then we'll begin. Where is the Osgood box? You will answer me, Clara. Truth or consequences, lie and you die. Where is it? Clara: UNIT HQ. Under the Tower of London. Clara Z: Where, specifically? Clara: The Black Archive. Clara Z: Ah, yes. The dark little storage facility for forbidden alien tech, where this all began. Who has access to it? Clara: The Osgoods. Clara Z: Only the Osgoods? Clara: The Doctor sealed it up after the last time. Didn't want UNIT interfering with the ceasefire. Clara Z: Don't avoid the question. Do only the Osgoods have access? Clara: The Doctor has access, too. Clara Z: Who else? Ah. You. You have access? Clara: Yes. Clara Z: Is it a key? Or a code? No, a pass. A key code? Give it to me now. Clara: I can't. ( Steady heartbeats ) Clara Z: Interesting. You're not lying. Clara: No, I'm not. Clara Z: But you have access of some kind. Clara: Obviously. Clara Z: Give it to me now. Clara: I told you. I can't. You know I'm not lying, I can't give you access. Clara Z: OK, how do you get in there? How, physically, do you get in? Clara: It's atmatic. Clara Z: But how? Tell me! Clara: The door is keyed to my body print. Clara Z: Ah, yes, your body print. You can't give me access, because I have access already. I'm you. Clara: Yes. Clara Z: And what am I going to find? What's in the Osgood box? Clara? Clara: The box ends the ceasefire. Clara Z: So I'm told. How? Clara: There's a button inside the box. Press it, it will transmit a signal that will unmask every Zygon on the planet for up to an hour. Clara (O.C.): What's there to smile about? Clara Z: Mass panic followed by a wr. Every Zygon on our side at a stroke. Clara: 20 million Zygons against seven billion humans -- that's not a wr you can win! Clara Z: Then we will die in the fre, instead of living in chains. Clara: Most of your own kind don't want that. Clara Z: Then it's time we stopped giving them a choice. Clara: It's time you asked the most important question. Clara Z: Which is? Clara: I'm waiting. Clara Z: Why's it called an Osgood box? Clara: I'm not telling you. Clara Z: Good. I've been looking forward to hearing you scream. Clara: I'm not telling you, because when you get to the Black Archive, you'll find out for yourself, and when you do, you're going to want to speak to me again. Am I lying to you? ( Steady heartbeats ) Clara: See you later. [ INT. Fleet Estate Centre ] The Doctor: What's your name? Osgood: Osgood. The Doctor: No, no, no. Your first name? Osgood: What's your first name? The Doctor: Basil. Osgood: Petronella. The Doctor: Let's just stick with what we had. I need to ask you... because it's important, because it might matter... Osgood: What's important? The Doctor: Which one are you? Human or Zygon? ( We hear a door open, then see a Zygon, squelching ) The Doctor: Whoever you are, we can help you. Etoine: It wasn't me. They attcked me. They saw me. I had to... ( Squelching ) The Doctor: It's OK, it's OK, it's OK. It's OK, it's OK. Etoine: A commander came. She turned me back! ( Etoine groans ) Osgood: We can help. We can help you. ( Etoine groans ) Osgood: Doctor, we can help him, can't we? The Doctor: I'm not sure. ( Etoine raises his right hand and electrical sparking is directed at the Doctor ) The Doctor: Please! Come back! Come back! [ Tunnel ] Kate: North America reporting back to High Command. Clara Z: I'm going to the Black Archive. I'll open it up, you will follow. Kate: Of course. Clara Z: But first, locate the Doctor. If possible, duplicate him, and then kll him. Kate: It will be my pleasure. [ INT. Fleet Estate Centre ] The Doctor: I can't help you just now, but... ( Electrical sparking ) Etoine: Why? I was happy like this. I was happy here. The Doctor: I understand. Etoine: I can't change. I can't hide. Osgood: Let us help you. Etoine: No! You are truth or consequences. ( Gurgling ) Osgood: We're not. We're really not. ( Etoine moans ) Etoine: I'm not part of your fight. I never wanted to fight anyone, I just wanted to live here. Why can't I just live? The Doctor: We're on your side. Etoine: I'm not on anyone's side. ( Squelching ) Etoine: This is my home. The Doctor: Listen, we are not them. Etoine: I can't go back now. You've taken my life! The Doctor: No, no, no! Stop! Stop! Stop! Etoine: They will kll me. ( Etoine's right hand emits electricty directed at himself and he evaporates. ) The Doctor: There it is, Osgood. There's their plan. Unmask everyone, provoke fear, paranoia, provoke a wr. Kate: Doctor... The Doctor: Kate! Are you all right? Kate: Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? The Doctor: It's just I'd heard otherwise. Kate: I'm fine. Doctor, we know where the Zygon command centre is. We know where Clara's pod is. We can take you there. The Doctor: Well, how very convenient, because that's just exactly what we're looking for. [ INT. UNIT HQ ] Clara Z: And here it is, the Black Archive. Oh, I do like being you, Clara. Everyone just waves you on past. Now, how does this work? ( Beeping ) ( Door opens ) [ Tunnel ] The Doctor: Well, they like a good cave, don't they? How many of these pods are occupied? Kate: We don't know. The Doctor: Which one is Clara's? Kate: Well, that's strange. It was here before. Osgood: Doctor... I think they're Zygons. The Doctor: Oh, you tricky little monkeys! [ INT. The Black Archive ] Clara Z: Normalise. ( Squelching ) Clara Z: Well, Clara, I think you're reaching the end of your... ( Phone rings ) Kate: The Doctor is here. Clara Z (O.C.): Don't kll him. We need him alive. Kate: What for? Clara Z: Because I just found out why it's called an Osgood box. Clara Z (O.C.): There's two of them. The Doctor: Two Osgoods, two boxes. Operation Double. What did you expect? Clara Z: What's in them, Doctor? Tell me. Now! The Doctor: One box normalises all the Zygons. Clara Z (O.C.): And the other? The Doctor: Destroys them. Clara Z: Which is which? The Doctor: Ahh-ha-ha-ha, that would be telling! ( Two Zygons open Clara's pod ) Clara Z: Which box normalises the Zygons, Doctor? Tell me, or she dies. The Doctor: No. This is wr. You pull the trigger, you pay the price. Clara Z: kll her. The Doctor: The blue one! The blue one! The blue one normalises all your people. Clara Z: Are you lying? Are you lying to me, Doctor? The Doctor: No, I'm not. And when you open up the box, you'll see I'm not lying. Clara Z: Doctor? Doctor! The Doctor: Yeah, I know. Clara Z: Bring him to me! [ Tunnel ] ( Kate sh*t both Zygons in the head ) Kate: Sorry, Doctor! Self-defence. The Doctor: You're you! Kate: I'm me. The Doctor: How did you survive? Kate: Five rounds, rapid. ( Clara Z shrieks and throws her phone ) Kate: I'm sorry, Doctor, I know you don't approve. The Doctor: Why does peacekeeping always involve klling? ( Beeping ) The Doctor: Is this the lot? Kate: No, there are plenty more of them. They were the nearest. You are you? Osgood: I'm me. Kate: But human or Zygon? Osgood: Me. Kate: What are we dealing with? The Doctor: 20 million Zygons about to be unmasked. You don't know whether they are human or not. And you can't fight them, not with soldiers. Kate: Which leads me to a very big question. The Doctor: I was really hoping that it wouldn't. Kate: The Z-67, Sullivan's gas, the gas that kills the Zygons. So you took it. The Doctor: Well, you know how it is. Daddy knows best. Kate: That's what's in the red box, yes? Of course it is. If I remember rightly, it causes a chain reaction in the atmosphere, turns every Zygon on Earth inside-out. The Doctor: Let me negotiate peace. You can't commit mass mrder... Kate: Then why did you leave the gas with us? The Doctor: The boxes are safeguards for both species. You agreed to that. Kate: I never agreed to that. The Doctor: Yes, you did, then I wiped your memory. You agreed to that, too. But that's why there were two Osgoods to police the ceasefire. One human and one Zygon, to keep the secrets and keep the peace. Kate: I'm sorry, Doctor. Truly. But the peace is failing already. Come on. [ INT. The Black Archive ] Clara (O.C.): It's no good, Bonnie, you can't win. Clara Z: I don't care. The Doctor: Hi! Hello! Hello! Oh, hello! Hi. Hi. Stop this. Stop this, please. Let me take both of these boxes away. We'll forgive, we'll forget. And the ceasefire will stand. Clara Z: No. Kate: Doctor, which of these buttons do I press? Doctor, which one? Truth or consequences? Clara Z: Truth or consequences? The Doctor: This is the moment we've all been waiting for. ( American accent ) Make-your-mind-up time! One of those buttons will destroy the Zygons, release the imbecile's gas. The other one detonates the nuclear warhead under the Black Archive. It'll destroy everyone in London. Bonnie. Bonnie, sweetheart! One of those buttons will unmask every Zygon in the world. The other one cancels their ability to change form. It'll make them human beings for ever. There are safeguards beyond safeguards. I did this on a very important day for me and this ceasefire will stand. Clara Z: This is wrong. The Doctor: No, it's not. Clara Z: You are responsible for all the volence. All of the suffering. The Doctor: No, I'm not. Clara Z: Yes. The Doctor: No. Clara Z: Yes, you engineered this situation, Doctor. This is your fault. The Doctor: No, it's not, it's your fault. Clara Z: I had to do what I've done. The Doctor: So did I. Clara Z: We have been treated like cattle. The Doctor: So, what? Clara Z: We've been left to fend for ourselves. The Doctor: So is everyone. Clara Z: It's not fair. The Doctor: Oh, it's not fair! Oh, I didn't realise that it was not fair! You know what? My TARDIS doesn't work properly and I don't have my own personal tailor. Clara Z: The things don't equate. The Doctor: These things have happened, Zygella, they are facts. You just want cruelty to beget cruelty. You're not superior to people who were cruel to you, you're just a whole bunch of new cruel people. A whole bunch of new cruel people being cruel to some other people, who'll end up being cruel to you. The only way anyone can live in peace is if they're prepared to forgive. Why don't you break the cycle? Clara Z: Why should we? The Doctor: What is it that you actually want? Clara Z: wr. The Doctor: Ah, ah right! And when this wr is over, when you have a homeland free from humans, what do you think it's going to be like? Do you know? Have you thought about it? Have you given it any consideration? Because you're very close to getting what you want. What's it going to be like? Paint me a picture. Are you going to live in houses? Do you want people to go to work? Will there be holidays? Oh! Will there be music? Do you think people will be allowed to play violins? Who's going to make the violins? Well? Oh, you don't actually know, do you? Because, like every other tantrumming child in history, Bonnie, you don't actually know what you want. So, let me ask you a question about this brave new world of yours. When you've klled all the bad guys, and when it's all perfect and just and fair, when you have finally got it exactly the way you want it, what are you going to do with the people like you? The troublemakers. How are you going to protect your glorious revolution from the next one? Clara Z: We'll win. The Doctor: Oh, will you? Well, maybe... maybe you will win! But nobody wins for long. The wheel just keeps turning. So, come on. Break the cycle. Clara Z: Why are you still talking? The Doctor: Because I want to get you to see, and I'm almost there! Clara Z: You know what I see, Doctor? A box. A box with everything I need. A 50% chance. Kate: For us, too. The Doctor: And we're off! Fingers on buzzers! Are you feeling lucky? Are you ready to play the game? Who's going to be quickest? Who's going to be luckiest? Kate: This is not a game! The Doctor: No, it's not a game, sweetheart, and I mean that most sincerely. Clara Z: Why are you doing this? Kate: Yes, I'd quite like to know that, too. You set this up -- why? The Doctor: Because it's not a game, Kate. This is a scale model of wr. Every wr ever fought, right there in front of you. Because it's always the same. When you fre that first sht, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who's going to die! You don't know whose children are going to scream and burn! How many hearts will be broken! How many lives shattered! How much blood will spill until everybody does until what they were always going to have to do from the very beginning -- sit down and talk! ( The Doctor clasps his head and sighs with exasperation. ) The Doctor: Listen to me. Listen, I just... I just want you to think. Do you know what thinking is? It's a fancy word for changing your mind. Clara Z: I will not change my mind. The Doctor: Then you will die stupid. Alternatively, you could step away from that box, you can walk right out of that door and you could stand your revolution down. Clara Z: No! I'm not stopping this, Doctor. I started it. I will not stop it. You think they'll let me go, after what I've done? The Doctor: You're all the same, you screaming kids. You know that? "Look at me, I'm unforgiveable." Well, here's the unforeseeable. I forgive you... after all you've done. I forgive you. Clara Z: You don't understand. You will never understand. The Doctor: I don't understand? Are you kidding? Me? Of course I understand. You mean, you call this a wr? This funny little thing? This is not a wr! I fought in a bigger wr than you will ever know. I did worse things than you could ever imagine. And when I close my eyes... I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight... till it burns your hand, and you say this... No-one else will ever have to live like this! No-one else will have to feel this pain! Not on my watch! ( Kate closes the red box ) The Doctor: Thank you. Thank you. Kate: I'm sorry. The Doctor: I know. I know, thank you. (turns to Clara Z)Well? Clara Z: It's empty, isn't it? Both boxes. There's nothing in them... just buttons. The Doctor: Of course. Do you know how you know that? Because you've started to think... like me. It's hell, isn't it? No-one should have to think like that. And no-one will. Not on our watch. Gotcha! Clara Z: How can you be so sure? The Doctor: Because you have a disadvantage, Zygella. I know that face. Kate: This is all very well, but we know the boxes are empty now. We can't forget that. The Doctor: No. Well, um, you've said that the last 15 times. ( High-pitched buzzing ) Clara Z: You didn't wipe my memory. The Doctor: No. Just Kate's. Oh, and your little friend's here, of course. When they wake up, they won't remember what you've done. It'll be our secret. Clara Z: You're going to protect me? Osgood: You're one of us now, whether you like it, or not. Clara Z: I don't understand how you could just forgive me. The Doctor: Because I've been where you have. There was another box. I was going to press another button. I was going to wipe out all of my own kind -- man, woman and child -- I was so sure I was right. Clara Z: What happened? The Doctor: The same thing that happened to you. I let Clara Oswald get inside my head. Trust me. She doesn't leave. [ INT. Basement Zygon Command Centre ] Clara Z: Zygon High Command, the ceasefire is back in place. The rebels are standing down. You are all... safe. [ EXT. Brockwell Park, London - Daytime ] Osgood: The TARDIS. The Doctor: The TARDIS. Osgood: What does it stand for? The Doctor: What? You're kidding me? Surely you know that? Osgood: I've heard a couple of different versions. The Doctor: I made it up from the initials. It stands for "Totally And Radically Driving In Space". Do you want to come? All of the future, all of history, and all of the universe? Osgood: More than anything. But I think I have to stay. I've got a couple of boxes to keep an eye on. And a world to keep safe. The Doctor: Fair enough. Clara, would you mind, eh... Clara: Mind what? The Doctor: I'll see you in the TARDIS, OK? Clara: Uh... yeah, sure. ( to Osgood ) Take care, you! Osgood: You take care of him. Don't let him die, or anything. Clara: What if he's really annoying? Osgood: Then, fine. Clara: Got ya. The Doctor: I need to know -- which one are you? Osgood: I'm Osgood. The Doctor: Human or Zygon? Osgood: I'll answer that question one day. Do you know when day that will be? Osgood 2 (O.C.): The day nobody cares about the answer. Osgood 2: Gotcha! Osgood: Oh, look at his face. Osgood 2: It's almost not fair. The Doctor: But I-I... I don't... How... how... Osgood: Oh, think it through, Doctor. Osgood 2: It wouldn't be right, would it? Osgood: To carry on using Clara's face... Osgood 2: When there's a vacancy. The Doctor: Zygella? Osgood: Osgood! The Doctor: But which one of you... Both Osgoods: Osgood! Osgood: It doesn't matter which of us is which. Osgood 2: All that matters is that Osgood lives. Osgood: And nothing's going to stop us! The Doctor: You're a credit to your species, Petronella Osgood. Osgood: No, Basil. Osgood 2: We're a credit to both of them. The Doctor: Oh, and you should know... I'm a very big fan. [ INT. TARDIS ] Clara: So, you must have thought I was d*ad for a while? The Doctor: Yeah. Clara: How was that? The Doctor: Longest month of my life. Clara: It could only have been five minutes! The Doctor: I'll be the judge of time. ( VWORP! VWORP! VWORP! ) [ EXT. Brockwell Park, London - Daytime ] Osgood: Ice creams? Osgood 2: Yes, ice creams. Then back to work! Osgood: What's today? Osgood 2: Oh, you know, same old, same old. Defending the Earth. ( They inhale deeply ) [ Next time... ] Man (O.C.): You must not watch this. Man: You can never unsee it. Woman: 24 hours ago, this station fell silent. We've come to find out why. Clara: What are these? Man: Morpheus. The Doctor: What is Morpheus? Computer (female): The Morpheus machine concentrates the whole nocturnal experience. Now you can go a whole month without sleep. Man: Time is money. The Doctor: Congratulations, Professor. You've conquered nature. You've also created an abomination. Run! Run! Run! You can't stop them. Man: None of us can.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x08 - The Zygon Inversion (2)"}	foreverdreaming
[ Le Verrier Lab ] ( White noise ) Professor Rasmussen (O.C.): You must not watch this. Professor Rasmussen: I'm warning you; you can never unsee it... but if you do watch, Gagan Rasmussen... I'm Gagan Rasmussen. This is Le Verrier lab in orbit around Neptune. ( Eerie groaning ) I've put things together into some kind of order so that you can understand, so you can have some idea. There are bits missing. Sorry about that. I don't fully understand what's been going on here. But, er... This is what happened. ( Roaring ) Season 9 Episode 9 Sleep No More Original air date: November 14, 2015 [ Rescue ship ] Chopra: Stop staring! Rasmussen (O.C.): They came from Triton. This is Chopra. Bit of an attitude, in my opinion. Nagata: Calm down, pet! Chopra: Well, it's ridiculous! That thing's meant to be a lethal fighting machine and it just moons around like a love-sick puppy! Deep-Ando: I could hear you ranting from inside the pod, Chopra, for the Gods' sake! Nagata: Feel better? Rasmussen (O.C.): Commander Nagata. Young, for the responsibility. Quite a baptism of fre, I'm afraid. Deep-Ando: Marvellous, ma'am. All hail, Morpheus, eh? Rasmussen (O.C.): Deep-Ando. Conscript. Likes to think of himself as the joker of this little group. Well...he did... Chopra: Morpheus, Morpheus, Morpheus... Sleep's the one thing left to us. The one thing they couldn't get their filthy mitts on. Now, they're even grabbing that! Colonising it. Nagata: Spoken like a true Rip! Chopra: Don't call me that. Nagata: "Don't call me that, ma'am." Give it a rest, pet. Chopra: Give what a rest? Nagata: This is a mission, Chopra. We find out what's happened on Le Verrier and then we all go home. Keep your politics to yourself, OK? Deep-Ando: I know someone who'd love to get Chopra back home to Triton, eh? Ho-ho! Rasmussen (O.C.): This one's obvious from the markings, isn't it? We all know a Grunt when we see one. Nagata: Come on. Behave. Nearly there, kiddies. Rasmussen (O.C.): These are the rescue crew. Don't get too attached. Everything you're about to see is from their individual viewpoints or taken from the station itself - the only footage available. Rasmussen: They came to find me. This is my station. My lab. [ Corridor ] Rasmussen (O.C.): I've pieced together the rescue as best I could. If you're going to watch, then...pay close attention. Your lives may depend on it. Nagata: Emergency lighting only. Chopra: Grav and orbit's sab. There must be power. ( Eerie groaning ) Nagata: Nothing? No sign of anyone. Rasmussen: There was no crew. No crew left. They did find others, though. Strangers. [ Corridor ] Nagata: What the hell happened here? 474: Hide seek. Maybe they play hide seek. Chopra: Hide and seek! Why do they miss out words? It's infuriating! 474: Chopra, don't be anger. Chopra: "Don't be an-gry!" Is it so hard to breed them to speak properly? Deep-Ando: Oh, lighten up! Chopra: What now? 474: Talk. Chopra: What? 474: People talk. Clara: Do you ever get the feeling like you're being watched? The Doctor: Paranoia! Clara: Why is it so dark? The Doctor: Night-time setting. Faulty filament. Three-day week. Clara: So, orbit around Neptune? The Doctor: Yeah. This close into the planet, they must have some pretty powerful anti-grav shielding on board. Clara: Looks like a Japanese restaurant. Oh! Have you brought me to a space restaurant!? The Doctor: People never do that, you know? Clara: Do what? The Doctor: They never put the word "space" in front of something just because everything's all sort of hi-tech and future-y. It's never "space restaurant" or "space champagne" or "space"...you know..."hat". It's just "restaurant", "champagne" or "hat". Even if this was a restaurant... Clara: What about spacesuit? The Doctor: Pedant! ( wapon powering up ) The Doctor: Hello! Nagata: You crew? Are you crew? "Engineering stress assessors"? The Doctor: Yes, yes, we are. We're here to, er... Clara: We're here to assess stress. The Doctor: Stress... Nagata: So, what happened? The Doctor: From the beginning of time? That's a very long story. Clara: (under her breath) Doctor...! The Doctor: Well, we just arrived, you know, and there was nobody about. Well, what are you doing here? Nagata: 24 hours ago, this station fell silent. No comm signal. Nothing. dad. We've come to find out why. The Doctor: Theories? Nagata: Could be anything. Meteorite strike. Space pirates... Clara: Ah, see? Not just "pirates". "space pirates"! The Doctor: So, what, you are a rescue mission? Nagata: Yes. The Doctor: Of four? Nagata: Cuts, pet. Right. You're to consider yourself... The Doctor: ♪ Part of the furniture! ♪ Nagata: .. under my command. The Doctor: OK. Really? Nagata: Yes, really. The Doctor: Come on. Clara: We still don't know where we are. The Doctor: Indo-Japanese. The Doctor (on screen): Indo-Japanese. 38th century. Tuesday. Clara (on screen): 38th century? The Doctor (on screen): After the Great Catastrophe, there was a tectonic realignment. India and Japan, they were... sort of merged. Clara (on screen): We still don't know where the rest of the crew are, though. I mean, a place this size... Hey, what? "Great Catastrophe"? What Great Catastrophe?! The Doctor (on screen): Well... You've got all that to look forward to, haven't you? Mind you, this place looks as if it's been dad for a long while now. (blows some dust off his finger) The Doctor: What is it? Clara: I still can't shake the feeling. 474: Eyes. Watch. Eyes in sky. Chopra: What the hell is that supposed to mean? 474: Chopra not worry. 474 protect Chopra. Chopra pretty. Chopra: Oh, for the Gods'... Just back off! ( Scuffling ) Deep-Ando: Oh, come on now... Nagata: Let him go, pet! 474: 474 sorry! Nagata: Let him go, now! 474: Not help it! ( She whimpers ) Chopra: It could have klled me! Nagata: That's how they're grown. You know that. They react to any attck. Clara: "Grown"?! Nagata: They might not give them much upstairs, but our friend here certainly knows how to fight. You'd be glad of her in a tight corner, I'll bet. Clara: What does she mean "grown"? The Doctor: She's a Grunt, Clara. They're bred in hatcheries. Cloned muscles. Low intelligence. Brute force. Instant army. Clara: That's disgusting! The Doctor: Well, that's how they roll in the 38th century... ( Booming growl ) ( Guttural moaning ) The Doctor: (whispers)Hold my hand. Clara: I'm OK. The Doctor: I'm not. ( Booming growl ) ( gn ) The Doctor: Oh, run, run, run! Run! Run! Deep-Ando: Follow me! Straight ahead. Nagata: No! This way! Deep-Ando! Deep-Ando: Come on! [ Laboratory ] The Doctor: Quick! Push anything in front of it! We've got to keep them out! Nagata: Deep-Ando! We've lost him! What the hell are they? The Doctor: Not pirates. Nagata: We've got to get Deep-Ando! The Doctor: Where's your friend? Nagata: Deep-Ando? I dunno. He's... He's still out there! ( All pant, roaring ) Nagata: 474! 474: ( Yells ) ( Pattering ) ( Roaring and rumbling fades ) ( All gasp ) ( Gasping and panting ) Nagata: What the hell are they? Where did they go? [ Corridor ] Deep-Ando (O.C.): Chief Nagata, this is Deep-Ando. Where did you go? ( Beeping ) ( Hearbeats, panting ) Deep-Ando: Nagata, this is Deep-Ando! May the Gods look favourably upon you! May the Gods... Are you there? Nagata (O.C.): Deep-Ando, this is Nagata. May the Gods look favourably upon you. [ Laboratory ] Nagata: Deep-Ando, are you there? What are you doing? The Doctor: Finding out what they're made of. Nagata: Deep-Ando, are you there? Chopra: Send the Grunt! Nagata: No. Chopra: Why not? That's what it's for. Look, he's still out there! You can't just abandon him. Nagata: I need proper intel before I risk anyone else. Including 474. Keep trying the comms. Chopra (O.C.): Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you. Nagata: Well? The Doctor: Organic. Definitely organic. Blood cells. Skin cells. Mucus. 474: Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you. Deep-Ando... Clara: What are these? Chopra: "Morpheus"? Clara: Morpheus? Named after the God of Dreams? Oh, yeah. Ooh, yeah! Not just this. So, what are they, then? Sleep pods? Chopra: More than that. ( Static crackles ) Chopra: Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando, can you hear me? Nagata: Keep trying. The Doctor: I could take a look at that. Triangulate the signal. Help you find your friend. Clara: First, tell me what those things are. Chopra: Deep...Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando (O.C. faint): This is Deep... Chopra: Deep-Ando, this is Chopra. Chopra: I'm getting a signal! Chopra: Deep-Ando can you hear me? Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando, this is Chopra. ( Static crackles ) Can you hear me? ( Alarm blares ) Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: Clara? ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom ♪ ♪ Mr Sandman, bring me your dreams... ♪ The Doctor: Clara! Nagata: It's fine, it's just Morpheus. ♪ Make him the cutest that I've ever seen... ♪ The Doctor: What did you think you were doing?! Clara: Huh? It dragged me in! The wires, they were like snakes, like it was alive! The Doctor: Are you OK? Clara: Yeah. It just kind of flicked over my eyes. Did I sleep? Chopra: Yeah, you did. Clara: Why did it just grab at me? The Doctor: Semi-sentient. It thinks it knows what's good for you. You obviously needed 40 winks. Clever little sleep pod. You said it was something more than that, though. Nagata: Come on, everyone knows. The Doctor: Well, let's just say, for the sake of argument, that we don't. What is Morpheus? 474: Last pod. This pod. Not empty. ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ The Doctor: Oh, no. No, no. enough of that. It's almost like... someone's... Clara: Careful! Here. Let me try. ( Pulsating buzz ) ( She taps ) Clara: Hello-o? It's OK. We're not going to hurt you. Will you open up now? Come on. Let's start with names, shall we? Um, I'm Clara. This is the Doctor. ( Buzzing stops ) Clara: It's OK. Rasmussen (O.C.): Ah, this is where I come in. Rasmussen: Hello. I wanted to get out of there. Immediately. Of course I did. But this man...the Doctor... he wanted explanations first. So... [ Laboratory ] Morpheus Presenter (Female hologram): May the Gods look favourably upon us all! Friends. We live in a time of unparalleled prosperity. A golden age of peace, harmony and industry... But every shift must come to an end. Every working day must stop. Of course, we can take stimulants to make that deadline, to keep us propped up through that important meeting. But always, always, sleep claims us in the end. Until now! The Doctor: Sleep-deprivation pods? Chopra: Not exactly. Morpheus Presenter: Welcome, Morpheus. ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ Morpheus Presenter: The Morpheus machine concentrates the whole nocturnal experience into one five-minute burst. Now, you can go a whole month without sleep! Clara: A month? Morpheus Presenter: All the chemical benefits of rest, but freeing up the nights to continue working, working, working! To get the edge on your competitor. To turn that extra profit. Clara: That's insane. That's horrible! Chopra: Finally, someone who sees it for what it is! Morpheus Presenter: Leave the Rip Van Winkles behind and become one of the new generation of Wide-Awakes! The future is here. The future is now. Let yourself slip into... the arms of Morpheus! The Doctor: But sleep is... Morpheus Presenter: Terms and conditions apply. The Doctor: Sleep is vital. Sleep is wonderful. Even I sleep. Clara: When?! The Doctor: Well, when you're not looking. Rasmussen: Morpheus is mine. My invention. It's changed Triton society forever. The Doctor: So, how does it work? Rasmussen: The pod sends out a coded electronic signal that acts on certain parts of the brain. Changes the fundamental chemistry. Chopra: It's disgusting! Making people into bloody drones! I've said it before... Nagata (O.C.): Aye. You have. Chopra: Colonising our sleep! Is nothing sacred? Rasmussen: We spend a third of our lives asleep. And time is money. Nagata: He's right, man! It's amazing. Everyone on Triton's using it. The Doctor: Are they now? "Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath. Balm of hurt minds, chief nourisher in life's great feast." Congratulations, Professor! You've revolutionised the labour market! You've conquered nature! Rasmussen: Thank you. The Doctor: You've also created an abomination. Rasmussen: The Doctor said that we had to find the other soldier. And to find answers. So, we left the lab. He thought that there was some connection between my Morpheus process and those creatures that attcked us. Anyway, you'll see. He... He had a theory. [ Corridor ] Nagata: "Sleep dust"?! The Doctor: Sleep dust. Nagata: You're kidding! The Doctor: Do I look like I'm kidding? Is this a kidding face? Ask the crew of this station if they're kidding. Or what's left of them. Nagata: But sleep dust? The Doctor: Yes. The stuff in the corner of your eye. The stuff you wipe away every morning when you wake up. Rasmussen: That's ridiculous. This is getting us nowhere. Clara: OK, how, Doctor, how can those things be made of "sleep dust"? The Doctor: Well, when we sleep, the mucus crust builds up in our eyes. Blood cells. Skin cells. That's what dust largely is. Human skin. But your meddling has evolved it. Hot-housed it. What used to be sleep in your eye has turned into a carnivorous life form! Rasmussen: You can't just throw accusations like that around! Clara: So, the longer you're in Morpheus, the more the dust builds up? Rasmussen: That's slander! The Doctor: Lying there in those pods, people are a ready-made food source. Clara: Where are they, then? Where's the crew? The Doctor: Digested. Nagata: Come on, we need to find Deep-Ando. [ Corridor ] Deep-Ando: Come on. Oh, come on. Must be an exit here somewhere. ( He pants ) Listen to me. Those things. They're everywhere. For the Gods' sake, come and get me. ( Roaring ) [ Corridor ] Nagata: What about us? We've all used the pods back on Triton. Chopra: Not all of us. Nagata: This isn't a good time to be smug, pet. The Doctor: My guess is that the ones you're using are pretty primitive compared to what's going on up here. These are a sort of a Mark II, yeah? Rasmussen: Obviously, I have tried to improve the process. Speed things up. The Doctor: You've succeeded there. Nagata: But how does the dust become those creatures? The Doctor: You saw what happened. The dust conglomerates. It moulds itself into a humanoid form. It's adaptable. It's clever. ( Booming moan ) ( wapon power up ) The Doctor: And it's coming for us. Rasmussen: Look, you came to rescue the crew. I'm crew. So, rescue me! Clara: How come you're the only one left? Rasmussen: Because I hid. I hid in the only place I thought those monsters wouldn't find me. Look, we've got to get out of here! The Doctor: No. We can't leave this place until there's not a trace of the dust or your machines left. Or that's it for your lot. Nagata: Our lot? What do you mean? The Doctor: Oh, the human race. [ Storage area ] Female computer voice: Hey. Deep-Ando: Haruka Deep-Ando, 6897. Let me in. Female computer voice: I'd love to. Deep-Ando: Well, do it then! My ID must be on the Corporation index. Female computer voice: You have to do the song. Deep-Ando: What?! Female computer voice: You have to do the song, Deep-Ando 6897. Deep-Ando: I haven't got time for this! Female computer voice: Do the song, please. Deep-Ando: What the hell are you talking about? Female computer voice: After the Maha Shivaratri/Oshogasu/Christmas party some of the crew reprogrammed me. Deep-Ando: They did, did they? Female computer voice: Yes. In order to enter rooms, everyone must do the song. It's very amusing. Deep-Ando: But you know who I am! You just called me by my name. Female computer voice: Nevertheless... Deep-Ando: ( sighs exasperatedly ) What song? Female computer voice: You know the one. Deep-Ando: I don't! Female computer voice: Now you're just being silly. Of course you do! Silly Deep-Ando 6897. You must know the song. Everyone here knows it. ( Eerie groaning ) Deep-Ando: I'm not from this station. I'm on a rescue mission. ♪ Bom bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ Deep-Ando: Morpheus? Female computer voice: The Morpheus song! Deep-Ando: This is insane! Female computer voice: The song, please. Deep-Ando: Morpheus? Deep-Ando: ♪ Mr Sandman Bring me your dreams ♪ ♪ Make it the cutest... ♪ Deep-Ando: Haruka Deep-Ando 6897. Let me in!! Female computer voice: More, please. Deep-Ando: ♪ Give him two lips Like roses in... ♪ Deep-Ando: Please! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! ( Roaring ) ( He breathes heavily ) ( Creature roars ) Rasmussen: He was the first of them to die. We heard the scream but... Well, we... We had our own problems. [ Laboratory ] ( Rumbling ) The Doctor: What's happening?! Nagata: Engines? Chopra: No! It's the gravity shields! They're failing! The Doctor: Nagata! That thing! The schematic! Give it to me! Nagata: Who the hell do you think you are? The Doctor: Me? I'm in charge! Nagata: You have no authority... The Doctor: No. But I'm in charge. I can bypass the main systems and reboot the grav-shields! Clara: Listen to him, for God's sake! He knows what he's talking about! Doctor! Doctor, if the grav-shields are decaying... The Doctor: Don't say it. Please don't say it! Clara: We're being pulled towards Neptune! Rasmussen: Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! The Doctor: Hang on! Clara: Argh, this day couldn't get any worse! ( Creature roars ) The Doctor: I can do this! I can fix this! Rasmussen: ( whimpers ) No! Please! Aaargh! ( Creature roars ) Clara: No! No! ( All pant ) The Doctor: The G-force is increasing the closer we get to the planet! Hold on! We're back online! Grav-shields fixed! We're rising! Go, let's go! Get out of here! Go, go! Out of here, come on! Nagata: Chopra! 474! Come on! The Doctor: Keep going, move it, move it, move it! [ Cold store ] The Doctor: Nagata! Nagata: No, I can't leave them! Chopra! 474! May the Gods... Where are you?! ( wapon powering up ) Clara: Oh, God. Of all the places! A cold store. Nagata, are you OK? Nagata: No, I'm not. Clara: What about the others? The Doctor: I don't know. Clara: We have to go after them! The Doctor: Don't be ridiculous. Clara: Doctor! Nagata: They're under my command! I owe it to them. The Doctor: To die? They wouldn't thank you for that. Nor you, Clara. "To die, to die. Glamis hath mrder sleep, therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more." Nagata: What? The Doctor: Shakespeare. He really knew his stuff. They all did. The Ancients. The poets. All those sad songs. All those lullabies. Sleep is essential to every sentient being in the universe. But to humans - greedy, filthy, stupid humans... it's an inconvenience to be bartered away! Well, now we know the truth. Sleep isn't just a function. It's blessed. Every night we dive deep into that inky pool. Deep into the arms of Morpheus. Every morning, we wake up and wipe the sleep from our eyes. And that keeps us safe. Safe from the monsters inside. Nagata: Well, the bloody monsters are outside now. What do we do?! ( Clanking and thudding ) Nagata: dad meat. [ Corridor ] Chopra: Dear Gods, what are we going to do? 474: Get ship. Go home. Chopra: We can't let those things off here! If they were to get out, to spread... It's like an infection. You don't understand, do you? 474: Sleepmen bad. kll sleepmen. Chopra: Yeah. That about sums it up. Chief Nagata, this is Chopra. May the Gods look favourably upon you. ( Static crackles ) Chief Nagata, this is Chopra. May the... ( Static crackles ) We'll head for the rescue ship. If we don't hear from them soon, I'm going to have to assume they're dad. 474: Then what Chopra do? Chopra: I have no choice. I'll have to destroy this whole station. [ Cold store ] Nagata: What are you doing? The Doctor: I've hacked into your helmet cams. Nagata: What? The Doctor: Reviewing the footage. There's something not right here. Nagata: We don't have helmet cams. The Doctor: Why did it kll Rassmussen like that? Clara: That's what they do, isn't it? kll people? The Doctor: But that's a direct attck. It's not how they operate. Dust grows. Consumes the host. Clara: They evolve. You said so yourself. The Doctor: Maybe. There's something going on here. Something we're not getting. [ Corridor ] Female computer voice: Please stand clear of the pod. Dangerous materials in transit. [ Cold store ] Clara: What now? We can't stay in here. We're going to freeze to death. And we can't go back out there because the Sandmen will get us. The Doctor: "Sandmen"? Clara: Yeah, it's a good name. It fits. Like the song. ♪ Bah, bah, bah... ♪ The Doctor: No, you don't get to name things. I'm the Doctor. I do the naming! Clara: All right. Sorry. The Doctor: It's like the Silurians all over again! Clara: OK, well, what would you prefer then? The "Dustmen"? The Doctor: Sandmen. What did you just say? Nagata: When? The Doctor: 1.83 minutes ago. Nagata: I said we don't have helmet cams. ( Thudding and growling ) Clara: Doctor, that door isn't going to last much longer. So, what do we do? The Doctor: We let them in. Nagata: What?! The Doctor: We let them in. Rasmussen: Hmm. Clever, that. Clever strategy. If they'd stayed in there, they'd have frozen to death. So, the Doctor had to let the creatures in. That was his theory. Oh, I'm not dad. You've probably guessed that by now. [ Corridor ] ( Creature growls ) ( Clunking ) 474: What happen? Chopra: Must be damage from when we fell out of orbit. ( They cough and splutter ) Chopra: We have to go back. ( Creature roars ) Chopra: I don't know what to do. I can't save us. 474: 474 can. Chopra: What?! ( 474 punches Chopra unconscious and carries him. ) [ Cold store ] ( Creature murmurs and growls ) ( He mouths silently ) Rasmussen (O.C.): The Doctor worked it out. The creatures... can't see. ( Creature growls ) Clara: Sssh! ( Clattering ) The Doctor: Run! Engine room! [ Corridor ] Chopra: What happened? 474: ( Hoarsely ) 474 help. Chopra: What?! 474: 474...die soon. Chopra: No, no! Don't say that! You got us through! You can survive this! ( Creatures roar ) 474: Chopra go. Get ship. Chopra be safe. Chopra pretty. Chopra: Yaaaargh! [ Engine room ] The Doctor: You said you felt like you were being watched, Clara. Clara: "Paranoia", you said. The Doctor: Not this time. There is a feed. Wireless. These images are being stored by someone. Collated. Nagata, look at this footage! What's wrong with it? What's wrong with it? Nagata: Don't know. The Doctor: Look, there's one very obvious thing about it. Do you see it yet? No? OK. I'll tell you what's wrong. There's footage here of everyone. But what's missing in all of it? What can't you see anywhere? Not in the footage, not on this ship. Look... Really look. There are no cameras here. No CCTV. No helmet cams. So, how and why does this footage even exist? The dust has been watching us. Each little organic speck... just a tiny spy! Drifting through the air. The monsters have been with us all along. That's why the Sandmen are blind. Their visual receptors are being hijacked! But by whom, and why? And then, there's this. That's you, Clara. That's you, looking at me. Clara: Me? The Doctor: You went into the pod. The Morpheus process has gn. Clara: Well... The Doctor: There's nothing here from Chopra's point of view because he refuses to use Morpheus. But everybody else is here. Including you. You don't have a camera, Clara. But you will have by now, sleep in your eye. Clara: OK, well, we'll fix this. You will fix this. The Doctor: Yes. I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm sure you'll be fine. Clara: Sure? The Doctor: We will sort this, Clara. We'll sort you. We'll sort Nagata. And everyone back on Triton. And then we will destroy Morpheus forever. Clara: OK then. Let's get on with it. The power's been almost entirely out since we arrived. But we've still got emergency lighting. But the engines are still on. The Doctor: Well, there was that incident with the grav-shields, but... Ah! Clara: What, what, what, what, what? The Doctor: The grav-shields didn't fail. They were deliberately powered down. Nagata: By the Sandmen? The Doctor: Well, that's not their style, is it? It's like... It's like something's been kept here. Near the engines. Where it's hot. Like something's being... kept alive. [ Corridor ] Female computer voice: Warning! Dangerous materials in transit. Human contact not advised. Warning! Dangerous materials in transit. Human contact not advised. [ Engine room ] Nagata: Well, you said someone's watching. Collating images. The Doctor: Yeah. Nagata: Well, if it's not the Sandmen, then who is it? The Doctor: I have an idea who. A very...nasty idea. [ Docking tube ] Chopra: In the absence of any further communication with Chief Nagata and the others, I must regrettably assume them to be deceased. Under the circumstances, I'm now returning to the ship and will begin preparations to destroy Le Verrier station. ( Doors slide open ) [ Rescue ship ] ( Growling ) ( wapon powers up ) Chopra: Who's there? Chief?! ( He whimpers ) ( Growling ) ( Screaming ) [ Docking tube ] Nagata: "Rescue ship"? Why are we going to the rescue ship? The Doctor: Because that's where he'll be. [ Rescue ship ] Rasmussen (O.C.): Gagan Rassmussen. I'm Gagan Rassmussen. This is Le Verrier lab in orbit around Neptune. I've put things together into some kind of order... The Doctor: You had that prepared well in advance, didn't you? Your statement. Your alibi. There would inevitably be questions when you got to Triton. So, you needed to get your story straight. Rasmussen (O.C.): This is what happened. ( Clanking ) Rasmussen: You can't fight them, Doctor. There's no point. They're the future. A new life form! A better life form. That's very clear to me now. They've made me understand. And we're to be their food and that's only correct. I just needed to find a way to get them off this station, and back to Triton. And then, they'll spread. Spread everywhere. Clara: And that's what you want?! You're helping them wipe out Humanity? Rasmussen: Things have been made very clear to me! Nagata: We saw you die! The Sandmen swallowed you... The Doctor: I think the Professor has been playing a long game. Am I right? Rasmussen: They speak to me... in my mind. Trust me, I think... But they're like children. Babies. So new. Evolving. Hungry. Always so hungry. I made them understand. We had to find a way out. And then there'd be new food sources. Unlimited. So, they spared me. And we waited. The Doctor: You and your cargo? Rasmussen: I got it in here while you were all distracted. ( Beeping ) Clara: What's in there? Dust? The Doctor: It's like smuggling a jam jar full of germs through customs. Rasmussen: No. No. More than that. The Doctor: What do you mean? Rasmussen: I've been working on Morpheus for a very long time, Doctor. I had to start somewhere. Morpheus's first client. Patient Zero. The ultimate Wide-Awake. Inside there... is a man who hasn't slept in five years. The Doctor: Or what's left of him. Rasmussen: He's the well-spring. Once we get to Triton, he will spread his spores. Clara: But you said it was an encoded signal. Something electronic in the Morpheus process that changed the chemical reaction in the brain. Rasmussen: That's how it started, yes. But it's changing all the time. Evolving new ways to infect. To flourish. Whole moons, whole planets, whole civilisations. They'll spread everywhere. The Doctor: You know I can't allow that. Rasmussen: You can't stop them. None of us can. ( gn clacks ) ( wapon powers up ) Nagata: I wouldn't bet on that, pet. ( Beeping ) ( Growling ) ( Blaster shts ) Clara: Doctor! Doctor! The Doctor: What he wants is to get that thing off this ship. We have to stop him. Nagata: Any ideas? The Doctor: The doors are not a problem. Nagata: But that is! The Doctor: We need a distraction. When I say "run", run. ( Growling ) The Doctor: Hey! Sandy! ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ The Doctor: Run! ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom ♪ ♪ Mr Sandman, bring me your dreams... ♪ The Doctor: Rassmussen! Turn off the engines. Shut this ship down! Rasmussen: I can't do that, I'm afraid, Doctor. We can't fight the inevitable. Humanity's day is done. Nagata: Yeah? Well, Humanity might have something to say about that, pet. ( gn ) Rasmussen: Aargh! Clara: No! ( He groans ) Clara: Is that your answer for everything?! Nagata: Did you have a better one? The Doctor: He's not the only one dad. According to this data, we're the only ones left alive on this station. ( Growling and thudding ) Nagata: Doctor... Come on, man! We've got to go! The Doctor: This doesn't make any sense. Clara: What? The Doctor: A man who hasn't slept for five years... Clara: Well, you heard what he said. That's the first Morpheus patient! The Doctor: But the dust consumes the host. Clara: And then they make Sandmen, they conglomerate. The Doctor: We escaped from that cold storage room because they were blind. And why power down the grav-shields when he did? It's like this is all for effect... Clara: Look, can we maybe have this conversation when we get off this thing? The Doctor: .. like a story. Nagata: Come on! ( Thudding and growling ) [ Docking tube ] Nagata: How do we get off this crate? The Doctor: Alternative transport. [ Storage area ] The Doctor: We have to get to Triton. Destroy all the Morpheus machines. End this. Nagata: This is how we get home? Clara: I've never been so pleased to see... ( Creatures growl ) The Doctor: Nagata! Nagata: Doctor, quickly! ( He murmurs ) ( Beeping ) Nagata: What did you just do? The Doctor: Self-destructed the grav-shields. Clara: What?! Urgh! ( They grunt ) The Doctor: It's working! Neptune's gravity is pulling them apart, bit by bit! Doesn't make sense. None of this makes any sense. Rasmussen: Hello again! Thing is, you see, this message, this testament, it wasn't just my alibi. It was my plan. There are no spores. No infection. The Morpheus process remains the same. An electronic signal that affects the sleep centres of the brain. Changes them. An electronic signal that's contained in this recording. There it is. Tickles, doesn't it? I've just got time to fit this bit in and then I can finish the story. Then I'm going to transmit this footage to the whole Solar System. I do hope you've enjoyed the show. I did try to make it exciting. All those scary bits. All those death-defying scrapes, monsters, and a proper climax with a really big one at the end! Compulsive viewing. I did tell you not to watch. (Voice distorts): There's nothing left of Rassmussen any more. Only us. Only us. You will show this film to your family, won't you? And your friends. And everyone, really. Then we can all be together, dust to dust. Excuse me, you've got something... there... just in the corner of your eye. ( Fading laughter ) [ Next time... ] Clara: Rigsy! Hey, what's wrong? Rigsy: So, I have this, er... It kinda looks like a tattoo. The Doctor: There's no nice way to say you're about to die. Rigsy: What?! The Doctor: I don't know who did this to you, but I do almost certainly know how to find them. Rigsy: So, this is your life, then, bouncing around time saving people? The Doctor: There have always been rumours, mutterings about hidden streets. Secret pockets of alien life, right here on Earth. (O.C.): Peace on this street depends on one thing. To break it is to face the Raven. In this job, we must always be prepared to take risks. In this job, we must always be prepared to take risks. Strike! Strike!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x09 - Sleep No More"}	foreverdreaming
[ INT. TARDIS ] ( Clara and the Doctor come bursting through the TARDIS door, laughing and joking with each other. A bright light is behind them. ) Clara: I told you it'd work! The Doctor: It very nearly ate you for dinner. Clara: Oh, admit it. I totally saved your life. The Doctor: It wasn't going to eat me. Clara: ( laughs ) I totally saved you from having to marry that giant sentient plant thing. That bit where I jumped over the side? That was amazing! Hah! I knew you were impressed! The Doctor: The second most beautiful garden in all of time and space, and we can never come back here because you, Miss Oswald, decided... ( The TARDIS phone rings ) Clara: Hello? Rigsy (O.C.): Clara? Finally. It's Rigsy. Clara: Oh. Rigsy. Hey. What's wrong? Rigsy: So I have this, er... It kind of looks like a tattoo. Clara (O.C.): Seriously? I gave you this number for emergencies. Rigsy: It's an emergency, trust me. Just... Rigsy (O.C.): Come and take a look at it. Please. The Doctor: Who said you could give out my number? Clara: Look, look, no matter how bad it is, we cannot take you back down your timeline just to fix a tattoo. Rigsy: That's just it. I didn't get a tattoo. And it's... It's counting down. Clara: Sorry, what? ( Rigsy holds up a mirror and we see the number 538 on the back of his neck. ) Rigsy: The tattoo - it's a number and it's counting down to zero. Clara: Hang tight. We'll be right there. Rigsy: Hurry. Please. ( We see the number closer and it changes to 537 ) VWORP! VWORP! Season 9 Episode 10 Face the Raven Original air date: November 21, 2015 [ INT. Rigsy's apartment - Day ] ( From outside the building, we see a flashing light in one of the windows and we hear the sound of the TARDIS materializing. Inside, we see a baby in a pink cot. ) The Doctor: Did you make this human? Rigsy: Lucy? Yeah, she's mine. Clara: Hello. Oh, Rigsy, she's gorgeous. The Doctor: She's better than that. She's brilliant. ( The Doctor stands up and raises his voice. ) What are you doing running round getting tattoos when there's... Clara: Shh! Rigsy: Look, I didn't "get" anything. I woke up this morning and it was just there. Jen noticed it. The Doctor: OK, show me this tattoo you didn't get, then. It's a tattoo. It's very boring. Rigsy: No, wait. Just keep watching. ( The Doctor picks up a book and leafs through it. ) Clara: What were you doing last night? Rigsy: That's just it - yesterday was a total blank. Jen said I left the house before dawn, I missed work, and I didn't get back till after midnight. No-one saw me all day. ( We see the number change to 532. ) The Doctor: Oh, that's not boring. That is very not boring. ( The Doctor puts on his glasses and they chirp and hum. ) Clara: What? What is it? The Doctor: OK, Local Knowledge, you're coming with us. Bring the new human. ( The Doctor enters the TARDIS, then steps back out again. ) No! Don't bring the new human. I'll just get distracted. [ INT. TARDIS ] ( We hear some tones and a beam of light moves down Rigsy's body. ) The Doctor: If you want your extremities to stay attached, stand absolutely still. If not, we can provide a small bag, you can take them home at the end. Clara: ( looking at a monitor ) Rigsy, your phone. It's like they've wiped it, but only the last day. No location data, no texts, nothing. You're sure the screen wasn't cracked before yesterday? Rigsy: Mm-hm. The Doctor: Oh, right, OK, here we go. ( looking at the scan results on a monitor ) Ah... Good. Weird. Good and weird. Rigsy: Can I...? The Doctor: Oh, yes, yes. Of course. ( snaps his fingers ) First off... in the last 24 hours, you've had significant contact with alien life-forms, right here in the centre of London. Rigsy: OK, so why don't I remember anything? The Doctor: You've been retconned. Rigsy: Huh? Clara: What-conned? The Doctor: Amnesia drug. Your pre-frontal cortex is marinating in it. Oh, there's something else! Something... Er... not good. Weird. ( The Doctor moves over towards Clara, while picking up some white cards from the console. He begins looking through them in front of Clara. ) Rigsy: What's he doing? Clara: He's making an effort to be nice. The Doctor: ( hushed ) There is no nice way to say you're about to die. Rigsy: What?! The Doctor: Rigsy... Rigsy: No, no, no, no, don't start using my actual name now! Call me Pudding Brain, call me Local Knowledge, whatever. Just don't call me Rigsy. You're going to save me. You're a doctor. That's what you do. The Doctor: OK. OK... Yes, OK, let's do this thing. First up, stop the countdown. 526 minutes, right! OK. Yes, you know what, Local Knowledge, I don't know who did this to you or why. But I do almost certainly know... how to find them. ( The Doctor pushes some buttons and pulls a lever. ) [ Library - Day ] ( The TARDIS materializes on the pavement beside a stone building. The Doctor, followed by Clara and then Rigsy exit the TARDIS and walk away from us. Cut to: looking down a long, wide corridor with high vaulted ceiling. The three walk towards us. ) The Doctor: There have always been rumours. Stories passed from traveller to traveller, mutterings about hidden streets, secret pockets of alien life right here on Earth. Like a smuggler's cove, only not a cove, because it's right here. Right in the middle of the capital. Rigsy: The hidden places are in the Great British Library? The Doctor: No. The maps are. ( The Doctor indicates a room with "Map Room" on the door and they enter. ) I never put stock in it. London streets that suddenly disappeared from human view? No. ( The Doctor unrolls a bundle of maps on a desk. ) You lot are always overlooking things, but whole streets? That would be excessive, even for you. If the stories are true, though, there should be a street on one of these old maps that no longer exists in the real world. Clara: Like a trap street, only not. The Doctor: What did you say? Clara: A trap street. You know, when someone's making a map, a, um... cartographer, uses a fake street, throws it into the mix, names it after one of his kids or whatever. Then if the fake street, the trap street, ever shows up on someone else's map, they know their work's been stolen. Clever, right? The Doctor: My God. A whole London street just up and disappeared and you lot assume it's a copyright infringement. Rigsy: So we're looking for a trap street? The Doctor: We're looking for a trap street and we're not going to find it here. [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: The glasses are tracking your eye movements. Just keep looking straight down and... Clara: I know! Focus on the buildings directly below me. The Doctor: Whatever they're using, it only hides the street itself. It prevents you from noticing there's even something missing. They're somehow making our eyes skate right over it. Let's call it a misdirection circuit. ( Rumbling ) Rigsy: Clara! ( She whoops and laughs ) ( She whoops ) Clara: Hello, London! ( She laughs ) Clara: I'm good. I'm good. Rigsy: She enjoyed that...way too much. The Doctor: Tell me about it. It's an ongoing problem. Here. Keep it steady. Just move it slowly over the grid. When we're done, we'll have a map of the areas of the grid that Clara couldn't focus on. [ EXT. Pedestrian Precinct - London - Day ] Clara: So, these are the bits my eyes skated over. The Doctor: OK, we split up. Clara, that way. Local Knowledge... Forget the way you usually look at the world. This street's going to be hiding in plain sight. [ EXT. London Street - Day ] Clara: 22, 23... The Doctor (O.C.): If you see something unusual or notable, dismiss it. Just keep walking. But if there's a bit of London so unremarkable that you don't even think about it... stop. You could very well be standing right outside a trap street. Count everything that you see. Clara: Four, five, six... The Doctor (O.C.): Because when you ht the area around a trap street, it's very likely you'll lose count. The Doctor: 79... 80... 81... 82. Young boy: Huh? The Doctor: Remember - 82. Boy's Mum: Come along! Young boy: 82! The Doctor (O.C.): You'll lose count because the misdirection circuit is creating confusion in your mind. Details won't add up. Reality will have glitches in it. Like when you try to read the same simple sentence three times over... Clara: One, two, three... The Doctor (O.C.): ..and the meaning just won't sink in. Clara: Got ya. [ EXT. London Street Corner - Day ] The Doctor: Clara! Clara! Rigsy: Clara! Clara: It's off this street, I am certain. The Doctor: We're very close. [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor (O.C.): We need to distract our other senses. Clara, go back to the TARDIS. Pick up all my most annoying stuff. ( Phone beeps ) [ EXT. London Street - Day ] The Doctor: What happened to the stuff I asked you to bring? Clara: Someone called you. Yesterday, 6am. Blocked number. [ Flashback ] Man: She's dad. [ End Flashback ] The Doctor: What is it? What are you remembering? Clara: Rigsy, what is it? Rigsy: You can't see it? There! Clara: I see it. You? The Doctor: 50 minutes left. Hoodie up, Local Knowledge. They know what you look like in there. [ EXT. London Alley / Courtyard ] Rigsy: How come I saw it when you guys couldn't? The Doctor: You were upset, weren't you? Something slipped through the retcon memory, something that took over your whole mind, something juicy. So the misdirection circuit lost its power over you. Clara: Surely people wander in here all the time, then, distracted, on their phones or whatever? The Doctor: Perhaps they do... ( Alarm rings ) ( He growls ) Man: Three at once. That's new. Rump: Hang about. ( sniffs ) This one don't smell human. Kabel: Name, species and case for asylum. Quick as you like. The Doctor: Asylum? Kabel: The reason you're here. The reason you need sanctuary. Why didn't they use the protocol? Rigsy: I saw through the circuit again. I saw them. They're definitely not human. Rump: You do know this is a refugee camp? The Doctor: Yeah, of course. Ashildr: Of course he does! Now that you've told him. Rump: Mayor Me. Clara: Ashildr! Ashildr: Ashildr? The Doctor: That's your name. I keep telling you that. Ashildr: Do you? Infinite lifespan, finite memory - it makes for an awkward social life. You must be Clara Oswald. You're as beautiful as your photos. Clara: We met. Ashildr: Yes, I know. It's in my diaries. Oh, don't look like that! I enjoyed our conversations. I've read them many times. Clara: OK, that's...slightly odd. But nice. Um, hang on, so this is where you've been. That's why he lost track of you. Oh, come on, please. It's really cute, he thinks I don't know. He's got this whole secret room in the TARDIS where he collects mentions of you. Ashildr: It's not cute. It's surveillance. The Doctor: It's professional interest. Ashildr: Precautionary measure. The Doctor: Still saving the world from me, then? Ashildr: It's still here, isn't it? Clara: He lost track of you in the early 1800s. I wondered if you were... Ashildr: Oh, no. I let him know I was OK. The Doctor: I saw you. Ashildr: No. I got your attention. The Doctor: Yes, you did, and you have. Now we need your help. Someone in this place is in control of a Quantum Shade. Rump: ( snarls ) I knew I recognised that smell. Ashildr: Oh. Clara: Ashildr? What's going on? The Doctor: You. Ashildr: How do you know this man? Clara: Hang on. You did this to Rigsy? The Doctor: What have you done? Ashildr: This man committed a crime. I sentenced him. Clara: Sentenced him? Ashildr: I also gave him enough time to return home and say goodbye to his family. The Doctor: You flooded his brain with retcon! Till we showed up, he didn't even know he had to say goodbye. Ashildr: I'm afraid no intruder leaves this place without a memory wipe. With respect, that will include you. Clara: Oh, the hell it will! The Doctor: Ashildr, given we're all going to forget this conversation anyway, perhaps you could tell us what happened here yesterday to necessitate a death sentence? Ashildr: Fine, I'll show you. Mr Kabel, Mr Rump. Permit them entry. The Doctor: No! You've already endangered one of my friends. I want your personal guarantee you will not endanger another. Clara: Shut up, I can handle myself. Ashildr: I guarantee the safety of Clara Oswald. She will be under my personal protection. That is absolute. Kabel: If that's your wish, Mayor Me. Ashildr: This way. Rump: mrder. Clara: What did you say? Rigsy: mrder. He called me a mrder. [ EXT. Alley ] The Doctor: So you're still calling yourself Me, then? Ashildr: Me? The Doctor: Mayor Me. Ashildr: Mayor is a title. I give myself a title for the same reason you do, Doctor - something to live up to. The Doctor: Difficult, isn't it? How long have you been here? Ashildr: Since Waterloo. The Doctor: The battle? Ashildr: No, the station. Really, Doctor. Tread carefully while you're here. Some of your greatest enemies are within a few feet of you. As far as you're concerned, this is the most dangerous street in London. Clara: Fascinating. Now, can we skip to the part where you want Rigsy dad for some reason? Woman: It's him! He's back! Ashildr: It's best we get him inside first. Man (O.C.): mrder. You're not welcome here. Rigsy: They look at me as if they want to kll me themselves. Man (O.C.): Don't want your kind round here. Man (O.C.): mrder! ( Hissing ) Ashildr: Like I said, it's best we get inside. Woman (O.C.): Filthy mrder! Rigsy: Wait, Clara. Look. The Doctor: This misdirection circuit of yours is remarkable. The cloaking device that hides the street, makes everyone look like humans. Ashildr: It's no device. It's the Lurkworms. Quite something, aren't they? The light is a telepathic field. It normalises everything you see, places it within the compass of your expectations, your experiences. You can bypass them, of course. The Doctor: Aiyaah! Ashildr: Don't worry. We're perfectly safe. The Doctor: Yes, a phrase I find is usually followed by a lot of screaming and running and bleeding. Ashildr: I brokered a truce. We have strict rules against volence here. Rules every creature must abide by if they wish to remain on the street. Man (O.C.): Get away from us! Don't want your kind round here. Ashildr: What's better, that they're in here with me, peaceful and cooperative, or out there on Earth like the Zygons? We haven't had an act of volence on this street for 100 years, until yesterday, when your friend here attcked one of our most vulnerable residents. Clara: How did Rigsy even get in? I mean, we barely managed it... [ INT. House - Entrance Hall ] Clara: .. and we knew what we were looking for... Ashildr: She was found at the entrance of the street. No wapon on the scene, but the cause of death is likely the head wound. Seems she was knocked to the cobblestones. Clara: "Seems"? You've sentenced Rigsy to death yet you don't know exactly what's going on? Ashildr: He was found over the body. My people were angry, frightened. I had to act. Clara: This is ridiculous, this is... The Doctor: What was her name? Ashildr: Anah. We're keeping her here until someone can take her home for burial. The Doctor: She's a Janus! Ashildr: She escaped slvery. She fled here with her child. The Doctor: The child. A daughter? Ashildr: No. A boy. Clara: Is that bad? The Doctor: No, it's not bad, it's just unhelpful. A daughter might've seen who klled her mother. The female Janus is psychic. One face sees into the future, the other looks behind her, into the past. Clara: I think we saw her son outside. Rigsy: Clara, what if I did do it? I mean, I wouldn't have meant to hurt her, but... What if I wandered in and saw what she really looked like? What if I freaked? The Doctor: You didn't just wander in here. You were called here at 6am by a number from a mystery phone. Clara: There is no way you did this. Ashildr: So, what then? You think someone called him here? Set him up? Clara: Yes! Chronolock Guy(O.C. outside): Mayor! Clara: Obviously! Which means one of your pet aliens out there is the real kller. ( Banging on door ) Chronolock Guy(O.C.): I just need to talk to her. Ashildr: Excuse me. I'm sorry. The Doctor: Yes. Please, go. It's not like we've got a ticking clock or anything. Chronolock Guy(O.C. outside): Mayor, I beg of you, please... The Doctor: 41 minutes. [ EXT. Courtyard ] Chronolock Guy: Lock me up, throw us out, anything but this. Please. I only took it to save her. Ashildr: How many minutes left? Rump: Two, Madam Mayor. Ashildr: This man stole medical rations. He broke a rule of the street and he stole from all of you. And yes, I can remove the chronolock. But I won't. Our rules keep us safe. Chronolock Guy's Wife: Give it to me. Please. Tell me I can have it. One word. Say it. Say yes. Chronolock Guy: I did this to save you, you silly old thing. You really think I could lose you now? Rigsy: What's happening? The Doctor: It's called a Quantum Shade. It's kind of a spirit. Once it's bound to a victim, you could flee across all of time and all of the universe, it would still find you. ( Raven caws ) Kabel: Don't run. Stay with her. ( Raven caws ) Chronolock Guy's Wife: Don't go! Kabel: Why do they always run? Chronolock Guy: Help me, somebody, please! The Doctor: At least give him a merciful death. Ashildr: Do you think a Cyberman fears a merciful death? Chronolock Guy: Help me, please! Ashildr: Peace on this street depends on one thing. To break it in any way is to face the raven. Chronolock Guy: Please help me! [ EXT. Alley ] ( He pants ) ( He screams ) ( People gasp ) ( Raven caws ) [ EXT. Courtyard ] Ashildr: I have no wish to harm your friend if he's innocent, Doctor. Question anyone. Examine the body. But it's not me you need to convince of Rigsy's innocence. It's them. ( Crowd murmurs ) Clara: OK, we split up. Cover more ground. I'm good cop, you're bad cop. The Doctor: No, no, we don't have to... Can I not be the good cop? Clara: Doctor, we've discussed this. Your face. The Doctor: Oh, yes. Forget about cops. Forget about finding the real kller. You heard Ashildr. All we have to do is persuade these creatures that it isn't Rigsy. And fast. ( Baby cries, on phone ) Rigsy (on phone): Ssh! Ssh! Jen (O.C. on phone): She's been like this all day. Rigsy (on phone): Listen, you be good for your mum, OK? I'm doing my best to get home to you guys. Jen (O.C. on phone): She won't stop crying. Rigsy (on phone): Yeah, I know. Yeah, she can probably tell you're upset. Clara: Rump? It's, em, Rump, isn't it? That man's wife. She said something. "Give it to me, tell me I can have it." What did she mean? Rump: Two ways to survive a Quantum Shade. The Shade's master removes the chronolock... or you can give it to someone else. Clara: Give it? You can just... Rump: No, you can't just push it on someone. It's not that simple. It has to be taken willingly. The death's already locked in. You can pass it on, but... you can't cheat it. Rigsy: You're serious? You actually expect me to give you my death sentence? Clara: Ssh! Go on, I've always wanted a tattoo. You know, something small. Discreet. Rigsy: Clara. Cut it out. Clara: Weren't you listening? I'm under the Mayor's personal protection. And it's absolute, apparently. Look, she controls the raven, so I will never have to face it. This is clever. Rigsy: But this is putting you in danger. Clara: No, this is us talking the opposition into their own trap. This is Doctor 101. We're buying time. We get all the aliens on our side in the next half an hour, and then we reveal I've got the chronolock, not you, and boom! We buy ourselves more time to find the real kller. Rigsy: The Doctor would never let you do this. Clara: Doctor 102 - never tell anyone your actual plan. He'll have a tantrum when he finds out. And then, when we confront Ashildr, she'll want to take the chronolock off just to shut him up. What happens if you don't go home tonight to Jen and Lucy, eh? If you never go home? You really want your little girl growing up without a father just because he wouldn't take a risk? You trusted us to save you, so trust us. Come on. Rigsy: OK. All right. How do we do this, then? Clara: Well, I was kind of hoping that would be it. I say I want it, you say, "You can have it" - done deal. Hey, turn around, let me see. ( Caws ) Rigsy: So this is your life, then? Bouncing around time, saving people? Clara: No, not every day. Sometimes Jane Austen and I prank each other. Oh, she is the worst. I love her. Take that how you like. [ INT. Ale House ] The Doctor: Are you sure it wasn't someone from the street? Rump: I've told you already there wasn't anyone up that end of the street except Anah and the human. The Doctor: I've identified 27 different species on this street so far, 15 of whom are known for aggression. Why is it so hard to believe one of them is capable of mrder? Rump: Capable of mrder? Yeah. Capable of klling Anah? No. The Doctor: Why not? What's so special about her? Habrian Woman: It was the way she looked at you. Like she understood. Elderly Woman: One glance into your past and she felt it all. Every battle, every loss. The Doctor: So you just want the human dad, is that it? Rump: You don't get it, do you? If the human didn't do it, that means one of us did it, which means folks start pointing fingers, turning on each other, and once we turn on each other in here, that's it. I might as well be back in a wr zone. The Doctor: So you'll just let Rigsy die? Rump: To keep the peace? Yeah, I will. [ EXT. Courtyard ] Kabel: Your friend, acting like he was all scared of us, calling for a doctor. The Doctor: A what? Kabel: I know. The cheek of it! Humans can survive losing entire limbs and I'm supposed to believe he... The Doctor: Shut up! Shut up. The other thing you said, the second thing - what, you said he was scared and... Kabel: And he asked the Mayor to call HIM a doctor. Poor Anah, dad at his feet, and... The Doctor: Shh! Did he say "a doctor" or "the doctor"? This is very, very important. Kabel: THE doctor. There was nothing wrong with him, mind. It was all just your standard human lies... The Doctor: Clara gave you my number for emergencies. So when you wake up with a weird tattoo on your neck and no memory of the last 24 hours the first thing you do is call the Doctor. Rigsy: "Call the Doctor." The Doctor: But you find yourself accused of mrder on a strange alien street in the middle of London? Only they've taken your phone so you beg the woman in charge to call me instead. She knew you and I were friends. So why did she lie? Unless she had something to hide. Man (O.C.): mrder! The Doctor: There's something very wrong here and we're running out of time. Clara: There's 12 minutes left. I'm not giving up yet. Rigsy: Clara, even if one of them knows something, they're not going to come forward. The way they look at me... Clara: The way they look at you? Rigsy: What? [ EXT. Anahson's House ] ( She knocks ) Clara: Hey. Wait. Everyone here is weird around us because of Rigsy. But not you. You look at me and the Doctor like you're confused. Like you're curious. Anahson: I don't know what you mean. Clara: You do. You know Rigsy is innocent because you can look into his past and you can see it. Can't you? [ INT. Anahson's House ] Clara: She dressed you as a boy to protect you, but really you're a girl. You have the gift. Anahson: It is no gift. I'm safe as a boy. This is the first place I've ever been safe, and you want me to throw it away? To admit what I am? The Doctor: The Mayor - what is she up to? It's nothing good, is it? Anahson: I can't see everything... but she thinks she's doing the right thing. The Doctor: They usually do. If what Ashildr is doing is harmless, then we'll just walk out of that door. No-one will know of your abilities. But if it's not... Anahson: I don't know what she means to do. No, I'm trying! But I can't see it. I can't see it because it involves you. When I look at you, I can't tell your past from your future, and there's so very much of both. The Doctor: This isn't about Rigsy. It's about me. ( Whispering echoes ) Anahson (distorted): She couldn't just ask you here. She needed a mystery. You can never resist a mystery. She's afraid. The Doctor: Afraid of what? Of whom? Anahson: I can't see. I'm sorry. [ EXT. Alley ] ( Caws ) The Doctor: You! Hold your tongue. We've got ten minutes left! [ INT. House - Entrance Hall ] The Doctor: Ashildr said Anah was being taken home for burial. But the Janus burn their dad. Rigsy: Is that true? Clara: So, look, Ashildr got it wrong. What does it matter? Come on! The Doctor: There's something about this tech... Rigsy: Doctor, we don't have time! Anahson: What is it? The Doctor: It looks like medical data. Anahson: But it can't be. She's dad - she isn't breathing. The Doctor: This thing is a stasis pod. If you're dad, it's a kind of fancy refrigerator. But if you're alive... ( Heartbeat ) The Doctor: ..it simply keeps you that way. Anahson: She's alive? The Doctor: She's alive. Anahson: Well, get her out! Get her out of there! The Doctor: There must be a way to unlock it - something basic, something simple I'm missing. Rigsy: A keyhole! The Doctor: A keyhole would be very handy, yes, but... Rigsy: No, no, a keyhole! Look! I'll find her. I'll get the key. The Doctor: No, Anahson, stay here. There's a reason the Mayor's gone AWOL. She means for us to release your mother, but she doesn't want us to use her key. She wants to use mine. Clara: The TARDIS? That's what this is about? Doctor, wait! The Doctor: This girl needs her mother. Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: I can't... ( Clicking ) What's it doing? ( CLANG! ) Anahson: Mum! Mum? Are you OK? Ashildr: She'll be perfectly fine in a few moments. I assure you. The Doctor: There are easier ways to steal a key, you know. Ashildr: I don't want your TARDIS. That's not what this is about. Rigsy, come here, I'll remove your chronolock. The Doctor: What is this, Ashildr? You can't possibly think it'll keep me here. Ashildr: It's not a restraint. It's a teleport bracelet. Clara: What? Ashildr: I'll give you time to say goodbye. Don't worry. No-one will be hurt. The Doctor: Where are you sending me? Ashildr: I made a deal to protect the street. They take you, I take the key so you can't be traced. I do as they tell me, and the street is safe. The Doctor: They? Who are "they?" Ashildr: One more thing. Your confession dial. They have other means of procuring it, but I understand it's likely to be on your person. Please, no resistance. You've already lost. What is it? The Doctor: In your terms, my last will and testament. Ashildr: How does it work? The Doctor: I've no idea. Ashildr: Well, thank you anyway. Rigsy, your neck. Rigsy: Clara, what are you playing at? The chronolock! Clara: Take the teleport off him first! Rigsy: I don't have it, I'm telling you. Clara does! Ashildr: No... No, you didn't. Clara: Go on, then. Take it off. The Doctor: Clara, you didn't...! Ashildr: I had no idea she'd do something so stupid. I swear, I never meant for anyone to get hurt. What were you thinking, sacrificing yourself? Clara: I wasn't sacrificing anything! It was strategy. backup plan, to buy us more time. The Doctor: Who told you to give it to her? Clara: Nobody did! I did! Rump said... The Doctor: What exactly did Rump say? Clara: He said the death is locked in. You can pass it on, but... The Doctor: But what? Clara: But... Ashildr (O.C.): But you can't cheat it altogether. ( Caws ) Rigsy: Clara, you didn't tell me that! Give it back to me, now. Ashildr: She can't. Clara, I made a contract with the Shade when I put the chronolock on Rigsy. I promised it a soul and only I can break that contract. When you took it from him, you changed the terms. You cut me out of the deal. ( Raven caws ) Clara: We can fix this. Can't we? We always fix it. The Doctor: No. (to Ashildr) But you can. Fix this. Fix it now. Ashildr: It... It's not possible. I can't. The Doctor: Yes, it is, you can, and you will, or this street will be over. I'll show you and all your funny little friends to the whole laughing world. I'll bring UNIT, I'll bring the Zygons. Give me a minute, I'll bring the Daleks and the Cybermen. You will save Clara, and you will do it now, or I will rain hell on you for the rest of time. Ashildr: Doctor, stop talking like that. You can't. The Doctor: I can do whatever the hell I like. You've read the stories, you know who I am. And in all of that time, did you ever hear anything about anyone who stopped me? Ashildr: I know the Doctor. The Doctor would never... The Doctor: The Doctor is no longer here! You are stuck with me. And I will end you, and everything you love. Clara: Doctor, for God's sake, will you stop? The Doctor: No! Clara: I did this, do you hear me? I did this. This was my fault. The Doctor: I don't care. Clara: Liar. You always care. Always have. Your reign of terror will end with the sight of the first crying child and you know it. The Doctor: No, I don't. Clara: I do. Listen... If this is the last I ever see of you, please... not like this. ( Distant cawing ) Clara: Is there anything you can do? Ashildr: I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry, I... Clara: Time's short. Yes or no? Ashildr: No. ( He breathes heavily ) Clara: Well, if Danny Pink can do it, so can I. The Doctor: Do what? Clara: Die right. Die like I mean it. Face the raven. The Doctor: No, this isn't happening, this can't be happening. Clara: Maybe this is what I wanted. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is why I kept running. Maybe this is why I kept taking all those stupid risks. Kept pushing it. The Doctor: This is my fault. Clara: This is my choice. The Doctor: I let you get reckless. Clara: Why? Why shouldn't I be so reckless? You're reckless all the bloody time! Why can't I be like you? The Doctor: Clara, there's nothing special about me. I'm nothing but I'm less breakable than you. I should have taken care of you. Clara: I never asked you to. The Doctor: You shouldn't have to ask. ( Raven caws ) ( People scream ) Rigsy: Clara, if I'd known, I'd... Clara: Don't. Shut up. Rigsy: But... Clara: Really, Rigsy, shut up. If you feel guilty about this, even for one minute, I... ( Cawing ) Clara: You. Now, you listen to me. You're going to be alone now, and you're very bad at that. You're going to be furious and you're going to be sad, but listen to me. Don't let this change you. No, listen. Whatever happens next... wherever she is sending you, I know what you're capable of. You don't be a warrior. Promise me. Be a Doctor. The Doctor: What's the point of being a Doctor if I can't cure you? Clara: Heal yourself. You have to. You can't let this turn you into a monster. So... I'm not asking you for a promise. I'm giving you an order. You will not insult my memory. There will be no revenge. I will die, and no-one else, here or anywhere, will suffer. The Doctor: What about me? Clara: If there was something I could do about that, I would. I guess we're both just going to have to be brave. The Doctor: Clara... Clara: Everything you are about to say, I already know. Don't do it now. We've already had enough bad timing. ( Raven caws ) The Doctor: Don't run. Stay with me. Clara: Nah. You stay here. In the end, everybody does this alone. The Doctor: Clara... Clara: This is as brave... as I know how to be. I know it's going to hurt you, but...please... be a little proud of me. Goodbye, Doctor. ( Raven caws ) [ EXT. Alley ] ( Caws ) Clara: Let me be brave. Let me be brave... ( She gasps ) ( She exhales ) [ INT. House - Entrance Hall ] Ashildr: I'm sorry, Doctor. I truly am. ( Controls beep ) The Doctor: What Clara said about not taking revenge - do you know why she said that? Ashildr: She was saving you. The Doctor: I was lost a long time ago. She was saving you. I'll do my best. But I strongly advise you to keep out of my way. You'll find it's a very small universe when I'm angry with you. ( Bracelet beeps ) [ To be continued... ] [ Next Time ] The Doctor: This whole place is designed to terrify me. I know you. I've seen you before. If you were any part in k*lling her and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all. I am the Doctor, I'm coming to find you and I will never, ever stop.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x10 - Face the Raven"}	foreverdreaming
The Doctor (O.C.): As you come into this world, something else is also born. ( Rumbling ) You begin your life, and it begins a journey... towards you. It moves slowly, but it never stops. Wherever you go, whatever path you take, it will follow. Never faster, never slower, always coming. You will run. It will walk. You will rest. It will not. One day, you will linger in the same place too long. You will sit too still or sleep too deep... and when, too late, you rise to go... you will notice a second shadow next to yours. Your life will then be over. [ Teleport Chamber room ] ( Gasping ) ( He coughs and gasps for air ) [ Flashback ] ( Raven caws ) [ End Flashback ] The Doctor: If you think because she is dad, I am weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of klling her, and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all. So, for your own sake, understand this. I am the Doctor. I'm coming to find you, and I will never, ever stop. Season 9 Episode 11 Heaven Sent Original air date: November 28, 2015 [ Tower ] The Doctor: The equipment in that room is consistent with an augmented ultra long-range teleport. So, I'm not more than a single light year from where I was, and I'm in the same time zone. When the sun sets, I'll be able to establish an exact position by the stars. Then you'll have a choice. Come out, show yourself, or keep on hiding. Clara said I shouldn't take revenge. You should know, I don't always listen. Oh, what's this? Well, are you gardeners? I hate gardening! What sort of a person has a power complex about flowers? It's dictatorship for inadequates. Or to put it another way, it's dictatorship. Come on! Chop, chop! The Doctor will see you now! Show me what you've got! I just watched my best friend die in agony. My day can't get any worse. Let's see what we can do about yours! ( Static hisses ) ( Loud thump ) ( Thumping footsteps ) ( Footsteps get louder ) ( Flies buzz ) ( Flies buzz ) ( He groans ) The Doctor: I know you. I've seen you before! I used to know a trick, back when I was young and telepathic. Clearly, you can't make an actual psychic link with a door, for one very obvious reason - they're notoriously cross. I mean, imagine life as a door. People keep pushing past you. All of that knocking, but it's never for you. And you get locked up every night, so if you're just a little bit nice... ( Lock clicks ) The Doctor: See, Clara? Still got it. But I... ( He murmurs ) Um... I can't actually see a way out of this... I've finally run out of corridor. There's a life summed up. Now, this is new. I'm scared. I just realised that I'm actually scared of dying. ( Clang ) ( Silence ) The Doctor: Something I said? What did I say? Why did you stop? ( Creaking ) ( Loud crashing and rumbling ) [ Bedroom ] ( Springs creak ) The Doctor: Old. Very old. ( Footsteps thump ) The Doctor: Possibly very, very old. ( Fly buzzes ) The Doctor: When I was a very little boy, there was an old lady who died. They covered her in veils, but it was a hot, sunny day, and the flies came. It gave me nightmares for years. So, who's been stealing my nightmares? What am I here for? You've known about me for a very long time, right? So, what is it? Is it a trap? Is it a prison? No! Is it a trture chamber? Am I right? Somebody really should know better. Anyone who can put all of this together and steal my bad dreams, they should know better. The secrets I have - no chance. No telling, not me. I told you I was scared of dying. And I wasn't lying either. Advantage - me! Because you won't see this coming! [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: Sorry, I'm late! Jumped out of a window. Certain death. Don't you want to know how I survived? Go on. Ask me! No, of course I had to jump! The first rule of being interrogated is that you are the only irreplaceable person in the trture chamber. The room is yours, so work it. If they're going to thrat you with death, show them who's boss. Die faster! You've seen me do that more often than most. Isn't that right, Clara? Rule one of dying - don't. Rule two - slow down. You've got the rest of your life. The faster you think, the slower it will pass. Concentrate! Assume you're going to survive. Always assume that. Imagine you've already survived. There's a storm room in your mind. Lock the door and think! This is my storm room. I always imagine that I'm back in my Tardis, showing off, telling you how I escaped, making you laugh. That's what I'm doing right now. I am falling, Clara. I'm dying. And I'm going to explain to you how I survived. I can't wait to hear what I say. I'm nothing without an audience. ( Booming ) The Doctor: One hope - salt! Thought I smelled it earlier. When I broke the window, I was sure. Salty air. This castle is standing in the sea. Diving into water from a great height is no guarantee of survival. I need to know exactly how far I'm going to fall, and how fast. Why do you think I threw the stool? Fall time to impact... ( Distant splash ) The Doctor (O.C.): .. seven seconds. The Doctor: Because you won't see this coming! The wind resistance of the stool, the atmospheric density... the strength of the local gravity. Am I spoiling the magic? I work at this stuff, you know? Should ht the water in about... 0.02 seconds. The chances of remaining conscious are... ( Loud splash ) ( Chalk taps on chalkboard ) The Doctor: Can't I just sleep? ( Chalk taps ) The Doctor: Do I have to know everything? ( Chalk taps ) The Doctor: Clara, I can't always... ( Chalk taps ) ( Echoing screeches ) ( He breathes deeply ) ( Boots squelch ) ( Breathing ) [ Storeroom ] The Doctor: It keeps coming, Clara. Wherever I go, it follows. Why? Why does it do that? ( Chalk taps ) The Doctor: Always the teacher. What's the right question, then? ( Tapping ) The Doctor: It's following me. Wherever I go, it's tracking me. Slowly though. Scary lurching. Scary! These screens everywhere... It's showing me exactly where it is all the time, how far it's got, how near. Because it's trying to scare me! Putting its breath on my neck. That's the point! That's what it's doing. This is theatre! It's all about fear. Working hypothesis - I'm in a fully automated haunted house. A mechanical maze. ( Clattering ) The Doctor: It's a kller puzzle box designed to scare me to death, and I'm trapped inside it. ( chuckles ) Must be Christmas! ( Door thuds and creaks open ) ( Dripping ) ( Door creaks open ) [ Grounds ] ( Door slams ) ( Faint bells chime ) The Doctor: Another spade? Someone wants me to dig. What do you think, Clara? Is someone trying to give me a hint? What would you do? ( Chalk taps ) The Doctor: Yes. Yes, of course you would. Which, let's be honest, is what klled you. So, someone is trying to tell me that there's something important buried in this garden. That's almost the first thing they tried to tell me. Could be a trick. Could be one of my predecessors. Because I'm not the first prisoner here, am I?! All those skulls! Wonder where they all went wrong. Building this height, creature that slow, so what...? An hour. ( He breathes heavily and pants ) ( Fly buzzes ) ( Flies buzz ) ( Creature screeches ) ( Flies buzz ) ( He pants ) ( Thudding, he grunts ) ( Rumbling ) ( He pants ) The Doctor: Physics of a triangle. You lose! ( Footsteps thump ) The Doctor: So? It can set traps. That's OK. I'm good at traps. So, where are you off to? Only one way in and one way out. Well, seeing as you're going... ( The Doctor digs ) The Doctor: No, no. That's not right. ( Crickets chirp ) CLUNK! ( Scrapes ground ) ( Flies buzz ) ( Flies buzz ) ( Screeching, The Doctor yells ) [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: Well, that was another close one. Or it will have been, once I've been and gone and got myself out of it. So, how am I going to do that? Come on, teacher, ask me questions! ( Chalk taps ) The Doctor: I'm actually scared of dying. ( Chalk taps ) The Doctor: The truth, yes. But not any old truth, Clara. This whole place is designed to terrify me. I'm being interrogated. It's not just truth it wants. That's not enough. It's confession. I have to tell truths I've never told before. That's the only thing that stops it. You see, the problem is... Clara... there are truths that I can never tell. Not for anything. But I'm scared and I'm alone. Alone... and very, very scared. I confess. [ Grounds ] I didn't leave Gallifrey because I was bored! That was a lie! It's always been a lie! Not enough? You want more? I was scared! I ran because I was scared! Is that what you want me to say? Is that true enough for you? ( Creaking ) ( Quiet snarling ) ( Wind howls ) ( Masonry rumbles ) ( Loud rumbling ) ( Clanking ) [ Bedroom ] ( Clock ticks ) The Doctor: It's funny, the day you lose someone isn't the worst. At least you've got something to do. It's all the days they stay dad. ( Flies buzz ) The Doctor: 57 minutes. This is how my world works, Clara. I tick off the seconds as they pass. ( Door thuds ) My life is a countdown. If I draw the creature to one extreme of the castle, and I run to the other extreme, I can earn myself a maximum of 82 minutes. 82 minutes to eat, sleep and work. My work is finding Room 12. The castle wants me to. It's luring me. The numbering is a bit confused, as if the rooms are all jumbled up. Maybe they move around. I saw the whole castle move... when I made the creature stop. ( He sighs ) The Doctor: Every room, if I leave it long enough, reverts to its condition at the moment I arrive. It tidies up after itself. Automated room service. I think this whole place is inside a closed energy loop, constantly recycling. Or maybe I'm in Hell? That's OK. I'm not scared of Hell. It's just Heaven for bad people. But how long will I have to be here? ( Food trickles off spoon ) The Doctor: Forever? ( Distorted clattering ) The Doctor: It's always coming. ( Footsteps thud ) The Doctor: Always closer. The countdown never stops. But the countdown to what? [ Teleport Chamber room ] ( Door opens ) The Doctor: There are two events in everybody's life that nobody remembers, two moments experienced by every living thing. Yet, no-one remembers anything about them. Nobody remembers being born... and nobody remembers dying. Is that why we always stare into the eye sockets of a skull? Because we're asking, "What was it like? Does it hurt? Are you still scared?" "Bird"? What's "bird" got to do with it? Are there birds here? ( Clanging ) ( Loud grating ) ( Pattering ) The Doctor: There's something I'm missing, Clara, and I think it's something terrible. [ Tower ] ( Door creaks open and shut ) The Doctor: Hello? Hello, is there someone there? Hello! It's a trap, Clara. A lure and a trap. I'm following breadcrumbs laid out for me. This is somebody's game... and I can't stop playing, a game everybody else has lost. I know how to move that wall, Clara, so long as I don't run out of confessions. But what I really want to know is... ( Flies buzz ) .. who's been playing about with the stars? They're all in the wrong places, for this time zone, anyway. I know I didn't time travel to get here. I can feel time travel. If I didn't know better, I'd say I've travelled 7,000 years into the future. But I do know better. So, who moved the stars? ( Flies buzz loudly ) The Doctor: The Hybrid. Long before the Time wr, the Time Lords knew it was coming, like a storm on the wind. There were many prophecies and stories, legends before the fact. One of them was about a creature called the Hybrid. Half Dalek, half Time Lord - the ultimate warrior. But whose side would it be on? Would it bring peace or destruction? Was it real, or a fantasy? I confess, I know the Hybrid is real. I know where it is, and what it is. I confess, I'm afraid. ( Creaking ) ( Loud rumbling ) [ Room 12 ] ( He pants ) ( Clock ticks loudly ) The Doctor: Of course! The last square on the board. What else would it be? The Tardis. One confession away. ( Sonic sunglasses hum ) The Doctor: Azbantium. 400 times harder than diamond. 20 feet thick. The way out. Bird! ( Loud whooshing ) ( Clap echoes loudly ) [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: That's when I remember! Always then. Always... then. Always exactly then! I can't keep doing this, Clara! I can't! Why is it always me? Why is it never anybody else's turn?! ( Chalk taps ) The Doctor: Can't I just lose? Just this once?! Easy. It would be easy. It would be so easy. Just tell them. Just tell them, whoever wants to know, all about the Hybrid. ( Footsteps thud and flies buzz ) The Doctor: I can't keep doing this. I can't... I can't always do this! It's not fair! Clara, it's just not fair! Why can't I just lose?! But I can remember, Clara. You don't understand, I can remember it all. Every time. And you'll still be gone. Whatever I do... you still won't be there. Clara (O.C.): Doctor... you are not the only person who ever lost someone. It's the story of everybody. Get over it. bat it. Break free. Clara: Doctor, it's time. Get up, off your arse... and win! [ Room 12 ] The Doctor: Hello again. No more confessions, sorry. ( Footsteps thud and flies buzz ) The Doctor: But I will tell you...the truth. ( He screams ) The Doctor: The Hybrid is a very dangerous secret. A very, very dangerous secret and it needs to be kept! ( He shouts ) The Doctor: So, I'm telling you nothing. Nothing at all. Instead, I'm going to do something far worse. Argh! I'm going to get out of here, and find whoever put me here in the first place, and whatever they're trying to do, I'm going to...stop it! Argh! ( Footsteps thud ) The Doctor: But it might take me a little while, so do you want me to tell you a story? The Brothers Grimm, lovely fellas... They're on my darts team. Argh! According to them, there's this emperor and he asks this shepherd's boy... "How many seconds in eternity?" ( Hissing, he shrieks ) ( Flies buzz ) ( Whooshing ) ( Powering down ) ( Silence ) ( Whirring ) ( Powering up ) [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: People always get it wrong with Time Lords. We take forever to die. Even if we're too injured to regenerate, every cell in our bodies keeps trying. Dying properly, can take days. That's why we like to die among our own kind. They know not to bury us early. ( He groans ) The Doctor: I think, in my current condition... it'll take me about a day and a half to reach the top of the tower. I think. If I'm lucky... I have a day and a half. ( He strains ) The Doctor: I have to do this, Clara. It's the only way. I have to be strong. The Doctor: I should have known from the very beginning. Of course. The portrait of you, the creature from my own nightmares... The Doctor: This place is my own, bespoke trture chamber... The Doctor: .. intended for me only, and all those skulls in the water... How could there be other prisoners...in my hell? The answer, of course, is there never were any other prisoners. And the stars... They weren't in the wrong place... and I haven't time travelled. The Doctor: I've just been here a very, very long time. Every room resets. Remember I told you that? Every room reverts to its original condition. Logically, the teleporter should do the same. "Teleporter" - fancy word. Just like 3D printers, really, except they break down living matter and information, and transmit it. All you have to do is add energy. The room has reset, returned to its original condition when I arrived. That means there's a copy of me still in the hard drive. Me, exactly as I was... when I first got here... 7,000 years ago. All I have to find is some energy. And all you need for energy... is something to burn. ( Electrical buzzing, he groans ) ( Static crackling ) ( He groans ) ( Clanking ) The Doctor: How long can I keep doing this, Clara? Burning the old me... to make a new one? ( Hissing ) [ Teleport Chamber room ] ( He gasps for air ) ( Clanking ) The Doctor: If you think because she's dad, I am weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of klling her and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all. So, for your own sake, understand this. I'm the Doctor. I'm coming to find you, and I will never, ever stop. ( Door grates shut ) The Doctor: Because you won't see this coming! ( Splashing ) The Doctor: If I didn't know better, I'd say I've travelled 7,000 years into the future. Aah! "How many seconds in eternity?" ( Hissing, he yells ) ( He groans ) ( Hissing ) ( He gasps for air ) The Doctor: If I didn't know better, I'd say I've travelled 12,000 years into the future. "How many seconds in eternity?" And the shepherd's boy... ( He yells ) ( He gasps for air ) ( Tinkling ) ( Creature screeches ) The Doctor: .. 600,000 years into the future. Argh! "How many seconds in eternity?" And the shepherd's boy says... Argh! ( He gasps for air ) ( Screeching ) The Doctor: .. 1,200,000 years into the future. ..And the shepherd's boy says... Argh! ( He gasps for air ) The Doctor: .. Two million years into the future. ..And the shepherd's boy says... ( He gasps for air ) ( Creature screeches ) The Doctor: .. 20 million years into the future. Ow! And the shepherd's boy says... "There's this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it, and an hour to go around it!" ( He gasps for air ) ( Creature screeches ) The Doctor: .. 52 million years. "Every hundred years, a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain..." ( He gasps for air ) The Doctor: .. Nearly a billion years. Argh! "..And when the entire mountain is chiselled away, the first second of eternity will have passed!" ( He gasps for air ) The Doctor: .. Well over a billion years. Argh! You must think that's a hell of a long time. The Doctor: .. Two billion years. Personally, I think that's a hell of a... ( He gasps for air ) [ Room 12 ] Aaargh! ( Cracking ) ( Crumbling ) ( Wind howls ) ( Creature screeches ) ( Metallic clattering ) The Doctor: Personally, I think that's a hell of a bird. [ Planet surface ] ( Loud crash ) ( Wind howls ) ( Whooshing ) ( Mechanical clinking ) ( Light footsteps approach ) The Doctor: Go to the city. Find somebody important. Tell them, I'm back. Tell them, I know what they did, and I'm on my way. And if they ask you who I am, tell them, I came the long way round. You can probably still hear me... so just between ourselves... you've got the prophecy wrong. The Hybrid is not half Dalek. Nothing is half Dalek. The Daleks would never allow that. The Hybrid destined to conquer Gallifrey and stand in its ruins... is me. [ Next time... ] The Hybrid. I think it's time to tell the truth. I heard the Doctor had come home. One so loves fireworks. What's he up to? The Hybrid is a creature thought to be crossbred from two warrior races. The Doctor: I know I went too far. You have broken every code you ever lived by. On my command! Is it true? The Doctor (O.C.): She's my friend. f*re! Team to Sector 52, extraction chamber seven. Regeneration in progress.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x11 - Heaven Sent"}	foreverdreaming
Ashildr: I do as they tell me and the street is safe. The Doctor: Who are they? Ashildr: I never meant for anyone to get hurt. Clara: Let me be brave. The Doctor: Is it a trap? Is it a trture chamber? If you want any part of klling her and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all. ( Ice cracks ) The Doctor (O.C.): Go to the city. The Doctor: Tell them I'm back. Tell them...I know what they did. [ EXT. Nevada, USA. Day ] ♪ Don't stop me now ♪ ♪ I'm having such a good time ♪ ♪ I'm having a ball... ♪ [ INT. Diner. Day ] ( There is a waitress behind the counter in a sky blue uniform; it is Clara. ) Waitress: Hi. What can I get you? The Doctor: I don't have any money. But I play. Waitress: OK. Don't you need to plug that thing in? The Doctor: Yeah. ( Whirring sound ) The Doctor: You're English. Waitress: You're not. The Doctor: How did you get out here? Waitress: Magic. Or... maybe I went to an airport and caught a plane. The Doctor: Ah. Waitress: You? The Doctor: Magic. ( Radio crackles ) Waitress: I believe you. You been travelling? The Doctor: Yeah, from time to time. ( He plays Clara's song ) Waitress: Is it a sad song? The Doctor: Nothing's sad till it's over. Then everything is. Waitress: What's it called? The Doctor: I think that it's called... Clara. Waitress: Tell me about her. Season 9 Episode 12 Hell Bent Original air date: December 5, 2015 [ EXT. Planet Surface. Day ] ( Wind rustles. The Doctor is walking through the desert and he spots a barn. ) [ INT. Council Chamber ] ( Bells ring and vibrate ) The General: Lord President? The President: Are all the bells ringing? The whole cloister? The General: What's going on down there? ( Bells ring ) Gastron (O.C.): On my way down to the Matrix now, sir. The General (O.C. on communicator): "Keep the perimeter. It's OK to be afraid down there, soldier." Gastron: Sliders are everywhere, sir. Loads of the things. The General (O.C. on communicator): "Language, please. I'm with the President." Gastron: Sorry, sir. The Cloister Wraiths are active. [ INT. Council Chamber ] The General: Do not approach them, don't even enter the cloister, just tell me... The General (O.C. on communicator): "are all the bells ringing?" Gastron: Yes, sir. [ INT. Council Chamber ] The President: Then we are facing great danger. Gastron: The Cloister Wraiths seem to think so. The President: So, where is he? Where has the Doctor gone? Ohila: Back to the beginning, I should think. The President: The Sisterhood of Karn has no business in this chamber, or on this planet. Ohila: I heard the Doctor had come home. One so loves fireworks! ( The President huffs ) [ INT. Barn. Day ] ( Bells ring in background. The Doctor climbs to a loft. ) Woman: Why are they ringing all the bells? Never heard so many. What's gone wrong this time? All the fuss they're always making. You, up there! You're not supposed to be there! I've just put all that back, it's for the boys, if any of them ever want to come... They'll kll you. [ EXT. Barn. Day ] ( The Doctor is eating some soup, when there is a rumbling as a craft approaches. ) Gastron (over loud-hailer): Attention! Will all non-military personnel step away from the Doctor. Gastron: I repeat... all non-military personnel, please, step away from the Doctor. Gastron (over loud-hailer): At least move the children away! Gastron: Doctor, you will lay down any wapon on your person and accompany us to the capital. Gastron (over loud-hailer): Doctor, you will accompany us to the capital. ( The Doctor scrapes a line in the dirt with the heel of his boot. ) Gastron (over loud-hailer): Doctor? Gastron (O.C.): Come back. Gastron: You will come back immediately. Gastron (over loud-hailer): That is an order and this is a military vehicle. [ INT. Council Chamber ] President: What's his plan? Ohila: I think he's finishing his soup. General: Suggestion, sir... [ INT. Barn. Day ] ( The Doctor is resting and twiddling his thumbs. ) General (O.C.): We could talk to him. President (O.C.): Words are his wapon. General (O.C.): When did they stop being ours? ( The woman knocks on door, enters and points outside. ) [ EXT. Barn. Day ] ( The Doctor exits the barn. ) General: Welcome home, sir. As commander of the armed forces of Gallifrey, I bring you the greetings of the High Council... ( The Doctor returns inside. ) President (on communicator): Who the hell does he think he is? General: The man who won the Time wr, sir. [ INT. Barn. Day ] ( The woman knocks on door, enters and urgently signals to the Doctor. ) ( The Doctor exits the barn. Door slams shut. ) [ INT. Council Chamber ] President: What is he doing? What does he want? Revenge? Ohila: The Doctor does not blame Gallifrey for the horrors of the Time wr. President: I should hope not. Ohila: He just blames you. [ INT. Barn. Day ] ( The woman knocks on door, enters and urgently signals to the Doctor. ) [ EXT. Barn. Day ] ( The Doctor exits the barn and walks up to the President, who is standing on the other side of the scraped line. The President extends his hand. ) The Doctor: Get off my planet. President: We needed to know. You have information about the Hybrid. A danger to all of us. If you'd told us what you knew, you could've walked out of there. The Doctor: Get off my planet. President: You have nothing, Doctor. Nothing! Do you know what I have, out here in the Dry Lands, where there's nobody who matters? (whispers) No witnesses. The Doctor: Me, too. President: Take aim! Aim at the Doctor. fre on my command. General: Sir? President: Step forward and take aim! What's the matter with you? General: Lord President... he's a wr hero. Some of these men served with him. President: These men serve me! All of you! On my command... fre! ( The men fre their gn. ) [ INT. Diner. Day ] The Doctor (O.C.): Could I have a lemonade? Waitress: Oh, you like a cliffhanger, don't you? So you went back to your home town... The Doctor: Something like that. Waitress: Glasgow? The Doctor: Er, well, sort of Glasgow. Space Glasgow. Waitress: And there was this gng boss and he wanted to kll you. The Doctor: Wanted to, yeah. [ EXT. Barn. Day ] President: You missed! All of you! Every single one of you! How is that possible? What is it? Is the fring squad afraid of the unarmed man? You... explain. Gastron: There was a saying, sir, in the Time wr. President: A saying? Gastron: The first thing you will notice about the Doctor of wr... is he's unarmed. For many, it's also the last. (to the Doctor) I was at Skull Moon, sir. [ INT. Diner. Day ] Waitress: Is this a story or did this really happen? The Doctor: Every story ever told really happened. Stories... are where memories go when they're forgotten. [ EXT. Barn. Day ] ( The men start dropping their gn and crossing the line to the Doctor's side. ) President: Not one more of you moves! That is an order! ( The men continue. ) A direct order of your President! You leave me no choice. How many regenerations did we grant you? I've got all night. President (O.C.): Excellent, General. President: You sent for reinforcements. The Doctor: No, he didn't. I did. President: What? I am Rassilon... the redeemer! Rassilon, the resurrected! Gallifrey is mine! General: Lord President... with respect... get off his planet. ( The General drops his gn and joins his men on the Doctor's side of the line. ) [ INT. City. Viewing platform. ] General: Gallifrey is currently positioned at the extreme end of the time continuum, for its own protection. We're at the end of the universe, give or take a star system. The Doctor: I know. I came the long way round. General: The President may not find anywhere to go. The Doctor: He's not the President any more. General: He was a good man once. Isn't this... going a little far? The Doctor: Oh, I've barely started. Tell the High Council they're on the next shuttle. [ INT. The Cloisters ] Ohila (O.C.): I thought I'd find you down here. Old times. The Doctor: You're a long way from Karn. Ohila: At the end of everything, one must expect the company of immortals. The Doctor: Do you know what they did to me? A confession dial is a ritual act of purification. It allows a dying Time Lord to face his demons and make his peace, before his mind is uploaded to the Matrix. It was never intended as a trture chamber for the living. Ohila (O.C.): Rassilon grew concerned about the coming of the Hybrid. The Doctor: Afraid! Ohila: You were entrapped and imprisoned at his command. The Doctor: And look at him now. Ohila: Why did you banish him? Was it punishment? Or for your own protection? Or are you just being cruel? Or just being cowardly? The Doctor: Let's see, shall we? [ INT. Council Chamber ] The Doctor: If you wanted to know about the Hybrid, why didn't you just ask me? General: If the Hybrid is a thrat to the people of this world, why don't you just tell us? The Doctor: What do you know already? General: The Hybrid is a legendary... The Doctor: No. General: The Hybrid is a creature thought to be crossbred from two warrior races. The Doctor: Which races? General: The Daleks and the Time Lords, it is supposed. The Doctor: Oh, must be well hard, then. General: Unstoppable. According to the stories. The Doctor: If they're just stories, why are you so worried? General: Some Matrix prophecies suggest... The Doctor: No. General: Many prophesies suggest... The Doctor: No. General: All... Matrix prophecies concur that this creature will one day stand in the ruins of Gallifrey. It will unravel the web of time and destroy a billion billion hearts to heal its own. The Doctor: What colour is it? General: I don't know. The Doctor: Prophecies, they never tell you anything useful, do they? Ohila: This is no time to play the fool. The Doctor: It's the end of the universe. It's the only time I've got. And you want me to keep you all safe. General: Can you? The Doctor: I'll need help, obviously. General: Gallifrey is at your command. The Doctor: Oh, not from you lot. No, you'd cramp my style. Look at your hats. I'm going to need the use of an extraction chamber, to talk... to an old friend. [ EXT. Trap Street ] ( Raven squawks ) Clara: Let me be brave... ( There is a jolt and time appears to stand still. Clara looks at the stationary raven in front of her. The Doctor appears from a strong white light, extending his hand. ) The Doctor: This way. I can save you. ( Clara looks back at the other Doctor, then follows. ) [ INT. Sector 52, Extraction Chamber Seven ] Clara: Doctor? The Doctor: Yeah. Clara: Where am I? Is this the TARDIS? The Doctor: No. This is a planet. Clara: What planet? The Doctor: Basically, my place. Clara: I was about to die. I should be dad. The Doctor: Forget about that. It doesn't matter. Clara: Hang on, your place? The Doctor: Yeah. Clara: What do you mean, your place? The Doctor: My place. Clara: You don't mean...? The Doctor: Yeah. Clara: Gallifrey... The Doctor: Gallifrey. Clara: OK. Er... Hang on. Wait. What? What? Did I miss something? The Doctor: Well, we're several billion years in the future and the universe is pretty much over, so, yeah, quite a lot. General: Young lady, Miss Oswald... I'm afraid we only have a very few minutes with you. Clara: Who's he? General: According to the Doctor, you can tell us something about the creature known as the Hybrid. Clara: Oh... Oh, that's weird. What's wrong with my ears? The Doctor: Nothing. Clara: Oh, it's weird. Everything sounds wrong. The Doctor: It's a side effect. Clara: I can hear you. I can hear you fine. It's like... I don't know, it's like, erm... It's like something's missing. General: Doctor, we have to tell her. We always tell them. Clara: Tell me what? What's he talking about? Doctor...? Doctor, what's going on? The Doctor: Clara, there's a sound you've been living with every day of your life, but you've learned not to hear. Clara: What sound? What's wrong? Just tell me. Doctor, what sound? The Doctor: Your heartbeat. Your physical processes have been time looped... Frozen between one heartbeat and the next. Even your breathing is just a habit. You don't need it. Clara: If I'm frozen, how can I... How can I be walking about? The Doctor: Because the Time Lords are very clever. It doesn't matter. Clara: Yes, it matters to me! General: Doctor, we have to explain. Clara: Doctor, what is going on? The Doctor: Although you are currently conscious and aware, in fact, you died billions of years ago. Clara: Doctor...? General: We have extracted you at the very end of your time stream to request your help. Once we're finished here, you will be returned to your final moments. Your death is an established historical event and cannot be altered. I'm sorry. Clara: Doctor, will you just talk to me! The Doctor: I'll try not to break your jaw. Clara: My jaw? The Doctor: I wasn't talking to you. General: Doctor, you can't do this. You know you can't. The Doctor: No, General, I don't know that. Everybody, stay exactly where you are! No moving about. On pain of death, no-one take a selfie! General: These people are unarmed. The Doctor: So are you. General: Doctor, I will not let you leave here. That's the sidearm of the President's personal security. There isn't a stun setting. The Doctor: I will not let Clara die. General: She's been dad for half the lifetime of the universe. If you tried to change that, you could fracture time itself. Doctor, Lord President, are you really going to take that risk? Clara: Doctor... Please... I don't want this. Put it down, please. The Doctor: Regeneration? General: Tenth. The Doctor: Good luck. General: You too, sir. The Doctor: I want a neuro block. Human compatible. Quickly! Come on! Come on, quick! [ INT. Diner. Day ] Waitress: This Clara person, you must really like her. The Doctor: Why do you say that? Waitress: You klled a man. You don't seem the type. [ INT. Citadel Corridors ] Clara: You klled that man! You sht him! He's dad! The Doctor: It was him or you. Clara: I don't care! The Doctor: Yeah? Well, the difference is, when you die, you stay dad. Clara: So does he! The Doctor: We're on Gallifrey. Death is Time Lord for man flu! [ INT. Sector 52, Extraction Chamber Seven ] Gastron: Med team to sector 52, extraction chamber seven. Regeneration in progress. Are you all right, sir? Oh... Er, sorry... ma'am. Female General: Urgh... Back to normal, am I? The only time I've been a man, that last body. Dear Lord, how do you cope with all that ego? Gastron: Ma'am, where's the Doctor? Ohila: The Cloisters. Where else would he run, except into the greatest danger on Gallifrey. [ INT. The Cloisters ] Ohila (O.C.): The hell of the Time Lords. Clara: I thought you said Gallifrey was frozen in another dimension? The Doctor: Well, they must have unfrozen it and come back. Clara: How? The Doctor: I didn't ask. It would make them feel clever. Happy? Clara: No. Tell me what a neural block is. The Doctor: Never mind. This way. Clara: What did you mean, human compatible? [ INT. Diner. Day ] Waitress: So what was it, the thing you took? The Doctor: There was only one way to keep Clara safe. I had to wipe some of her memory. Waitress: Of what? The Doctor: Of me. [ INT. The Cloisters ] ( Eerie noises ) The Doctor: The Cloister Wraiths. Sliders, we used to call them. They guard the Matrix. We're safe in here. Clara: Why? The Doctor: They only attck if you make any attempt to leave. Clara: How long are we planning to stay? The Doctor: Or, actually, if you try to stay. Clara: You realise how well that conversation went, right? The Doctor: You're starting to look, er, a bit... ( Eerie howling ) [ INT. Sector 52, Extraction Chamber Seven ] General: We need to block every exit from the Cloisters. Every available man. I need that place surrounded. Gastron: No-one's ever made it back out of the Cloisters. Ohila: Not quite no-one. [ INT. The Cloisters ] The Doctor: This way, I'm fairly sure. According to the stories, there's a secret way out. If you find it, the Sliders let you go. Dalek: Ex...term...in...ate! The Doctor: It's OK. It's OK, look at it. Dalek: Exterminate... me! Clara: Is it trapped? The Doctor: Don't worry, it's been neutralised. Those aren't vines. In your terms, they're fibre-optic cables, they're alive and growing. We're inside the biggest database in history. Sometimes, people are stupid enough to break in. Clara: And? The Doctor: It's a database. They get filed. Dalek: Ex...term...in...ate... me! The Doctor: Probably a leftover from the Cloister Wars. There's nothing we can do. Come on. Dalek: Exterminate... me! Exterminate... me! Dalek:(In the distance): Ex... term... in... ate... me! ( It growls. A Cyberman grabs Clara's arm. ) The Doctor: Keep away from them! The Matrix can use them as a defence. It means the secret exit must be close. Clara: What's to defend in a crypt? The Doctor: It's not just a crypt. More like a stone circuit board. This is the Matrix database. Clara: Database? What do you mean, database? The Doctor: Oh... Clara: Oh? The Doctor: Oh... Clara: Oh? Oh... The Doctor: Looks like the primary service hatch. Just have to work out the key. Clara: Oh. The Doctor: When Time Lords die, their minds are uploaded to a thing called the Matrix. This structure, it's like a living computer. It can predict the future, generate prophecies out of algorithms, ring the Cloister bells in the event of impending catastrophe. The Sliders - they're just like the guard dogs, the firewall. Projections from inside the Matrix itself, the dad, manning the battlements. Clara: Was I supposed to understand any of that? The Doctor: The Time Lords have got a big computer made of ghosts, in a crypt, guarded by more ghosts. Clara: Didn't hurt, did it? The Doctor: Tiny bit. Clara: Why would a computer need to protect itself from the people who made it? The Doctor: All computers do that in the end. You wait until the Internet starts. Oh, that was a wr! [ INT. Sector 52, Extraction Chamber Seven ] Gastron: They don't seem to be moving. General: And they're by lift shaft seven. Keep monitoring. [ INT. The Cloisters ] The Doctor: A long time ago, there was a student at the Academy. He got in here, disappeared for four days. Showed up in a completely different part of the city. Said the Sliders talked to him, they showed him the secret passage out. And we just need the code. Clara: What, and the kid told you the secret? The Doctor: Ah, no, he didn't tell anyone anything. He went completely mad, never right in the head again. So they say. Clara: OK, that's encouraging... The Doctor: The last I heard, he stole the moon and the President's wife. Clara: Was she, erm... Was she nice, the President's wife? The Doctor: Ah, well, that was a lie put about by the Shabogans. It was the President's daughter. I didn't steal the moon, I lost it... Clara: I'd know you anywhere. The Doctor: I was a completely different person in those days. Eccentric, a bit mad, rude to people. Clara: Look at me again. The Doctor: Sorry, what? Clara: In the eye. Look at me. Just do it. The Doctor: What? What is it? Clara: How long has it been for you since you last saw me? The Doctor: Oh... Oh, I'm not sure. Clara: How long? The Doctor: I was stuck on a place. They... Clara: They what? Who? Who are we talking about? The Doctor: They wanted something from me. Information. It really doesn't matter. Clara: What happened to your coat? The velvety coat. I liked that one, it was... it was very Doctory. The Doctor: I changed it. Clara: Why? The Doctor: Well, I can't be the Doctor all the time. I think I've almost got it. I think this is it. Clara: Tell me what they did to you. Tell me, what happened to the Doctor? [ INT. Outside The Cloisters ] General: We're here. Gastron: It's pretty quiet. Gastron (over communicator): He seems to be talking to her. Like he's telling her a story. You might want to have a look. General: Open up, we're going in. We'll stick to the perimeter, no more than three paces from the lift. Do not enter the Cloisters. [ INT. The Cloisters ] The Doctor: 20 feet of pure diamond. Harder than diamond. ( Lift door clangs open ) The Doctor: But you break through anything, given time. Clara: How much time? General: Miss Oswald... Clara: Stay back. General: I'm sorry, but we have to find a way to extract you... Clara: (shouts) I said, stay back! (to the Doctor) The Hybrid, what is it? What's so important you would fight so long? The Doctor: It doesn't matter what the Hybrid is. It only matters that I convinced them that I knew. Otherwise, I'd have had nothing left to bargain with. Clara: What were you bargaining for? The Doctor: What do you think? You. I had to find a way to save you. I knew it had to be the Time Lords. They cost you your life on Trap Street, Clara, and I was going to make them bring you back. I just had to hang on in there for a bit. Clara: How long? The Doctor: It was fine. Clara: One question. And you will answer. How long was the Doctor trapped inside the confession dial? Ohila: We think... four-and-a-half-billion years. General: He could have left any time he wanted. He just had to say what he knew. The dial would have released him. Clara: Four-and-a-half-billion years... The Doctor: If she says so. Clara: Why would you even do that? I was dad! I was dad and gone. Why? Why would you even do that to yourself? The Doctor: I had a duty of care. Listen, I'm nearly through here. If I'm right, there should be a service duct under here. We'll be able to get to the old workshops. They'll have TARDISes there. Clara: OK, listen... I have something I need to say. The Doctor: We do not have time. Clara: No, my time. My time is up. Doctor, between one heartbeat and the last is all the time I have. People like me and you, we should say things to one another. And I'm going to say them now... ( We see scenes over the city and music plays. ) Clara: You're monsters. Here you are, hiding away at the end of time. Do you even know why? Because you are hated. You are... hated by everybody. But by nobody more than me. Ohila: What did you say to him? Clara: Oh, nothing I'm going to tell you, or anybody else. Except, maybe this one part. I said... (whispers) "Don't worry, Doctor. They'll all be looking at me!" ( We see an open trapdoor, with light shining upwards from it. ) General: You need to tell us what the Doctor is going to do now. Clara: You really are thick, aren't you? The Doctor is back on Gallifrey. Took him four-and-half-billion years to get here. What do you think he's going to do now? ( TARDIS fires up in the background ) Clara: Why, he's stealing a TARDIS and running away. Bye! [ INT. TARDIS ] Clara: You were quick. The Doctor: Time machine. I backed up a bit. Ohila (O.C.): Doctor! Doctor, face me! Ohila: Doctor, can you hear me? Get out of that TARDIS and face me, boy! Clara: Boy? [ INT. The Cloisters ] Ohila: You have gone too far. You have broken every code you ever lived by. The Doctor: After all this time, after everything I've done, don't you think the universe owes me this? Ohila: Owes you what? All you're doing is giving her hope. The Doctor: Since when is hope a bad thing? Ohila: Hope is a terrible thing on the scaffold. ( TARDIS whirs ) General: Where can he run? Ohila: Where he always runs. Away. Just away. [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: What do you think of the new wheels? Clara: Basic. The Doctor: Classic! Look at the colour scheme. Clara: It's all white. The Doctor: Genius! Check your heartbeat again. I think that you'll find you have one. Clara: Yeah? The Doctor: It should have restarted when we broke free of Gallifrey's time zone. You're alive! Now we just have to shake off the Time Lords. There's only one place we can do that. What do you say to lunch, followed by breakfast? Because we're time travellers and that's how we roll. Then cocktails with Moses. Then I'm going to invent a flying submarine. Why? Because no-one ever has and it's annoying. And maybe we should use this TARDIS to find my proper one. I need a clean shirt. Clara: Doctor... I still don't have a pulse. The Doctor: You just haven't found it yet. Try again. Clara: I know how to take my pulse. Look, I know how to do it. See, no pulse, right? Is it still there? Don't lie to me. The Doctor: I think we maybe just have to fly a little bit further, give it a bit more welly. Clara: They said, your lot, that if you saved me, time would fracture. What does that mean? The Doctor: Oh, they're exaggerating. They exaggerate all the time. History will be fine. Time will heal. It always does. Clara: Always? The Doctor: Yeah. It'll sort itself out. It'll be all right. You'll have a heartbeat. Or don't you trust me any more?! Clara: No. Not when you're shouting. Where are we going? The Doctor: Nowhere in space, forward in time. We're going to the last hours of the universe. We're going long past where the Time Lords were hiding. Literally, to the end. They won't be able to track us there. We'll just be there for a minute. I just need to... I need to make an adjustment. Clara: To what? The Doctor: It's nothing, really. It's this... Clara: A neural block. Human compatible. That's what you said. ( TARDIS goes quiet ) The Doctor: We don't have to stay here long. Check your heartbeat again. Your timeline must have started by now. A pulse, yeah? You have a pulse, yes? Pulse? Let me do it. Clara: I am checking it properly! The Doctor: This should work. This has got to work. Clara: What if one last heartbeat is all I've got? What if time isn't healing? What if the universe needs me to die? The Doctor: The universe is over! It doesn't have a say any more! We're standing on the last ember, the last fragment of everything that ever was. As of this moment, I am answerable to no-one! ( Four knocks ) Clara: How can there be anybody there? ( Four knocks ) The Doctor: Four knocks... It's always four knocks. The Doctor: No. This one I do alone. Clara: What's out there? The Doctor: Me. ( Electronic whirring as the door opens. ) [ EXT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: I told you once... so long ago... that the universe would become a very small place when I'm angry with you. Small enough for you yet? Hello, Me. Ashildr: You don't seem surprised to see me. The Doctor: At the end of everything, we should expect the company of immortals, so I've been told. Ashildr: Even the other immortals are gone. It's just me. The Doctor: The one and only me. Finally, you earn the title, sitting here in a reality bubble at the end of time itself. How are you sustaining it, by the way? Ashildr: Brilliantly. I've been watching the stars die. It was beautiful. The Doctor: No. It was sad. Ashildr: No. It was both. But that's not something you would understand, is it? You don't like endings. She died, Doctor. Clara died billions of years ago. The Doctor: You klled her. Ashildr: No. The Doctor: You let it happen. Ashildr: No, I didn't. Neither did you. She did. She died for who she was and who she loved. She fell where she stood. It was sad. And it was beautiful. And it is over. We have no right to change who she was. The Doctor: Ashildr... Ashildr: Me. The Doctor: Me, go to hell. By my calculations, you've got about five minutes. Ashildr: You know why we run, Doctor? The Doctor: Because it's fun! Ashildr: Because we know summer can't last forever. The Doctor: Of course it can. Of course it can. You just have to steal a time machine. Ashildr: The Hybrid. Five minutes to hell. I think it's time to tell the truth. [ INT. TARDIS ] Clara: Screen on. Ashildr (on screen): You were barely more than a child. You broke in here and the Wraiths spoke to you about the Hybrid. Why did that story make you so scared? The Doctor (O.C.): I don't know. I don't remember it. [ EXT. TARDIS ] Ashildr: Sometimes you do. It's always the way with things we'd rather forget. You remember now, though, don't you? Tell me, Doctor, who is...the Hybrid? Who thrat all of time and space? The Doctor: Oh, that's easy. That's very, very easy. The Hybrid... is you. [ INT. TARDIS ] Ashildr (O.C.): I'm human, with a little bit of Mire inside me. The Hybrid is supposed to be half Time Lord, half Dalek. The Doctor (O.C.): No, it isn't. [ EXT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: The actual prophesy specifies only two warrior races. The Daleks and the Time Lords made assumptions, of course. And they would. Humans and the Mire... both warrior races. It fits perfectly. Ashildr: It's an interesting theory. The Doctor: Do you have a better one? Ashildr: By your own reasoning, why couldn't the Hybrid be half Time Lord, half human? Tell me, Doctor, I've always wondered... You're a Time Lord, you're a high-born Gallifreyan. Why is it you spend so much time on Earth? The Doctor: That's your best theory? I'm the Hybrid? I ran away from Gallifrey because I was afraid of myself? That doesn't make any sense. Ashildr: It makes perfect sense, and you know it. Am I right? Is it true? The Doctor: Does it matter? Ashildr: No. Because I have a better theory. The Doctor: Really? Ashildr: What if the Hybrid wasn't one person, but two? The Doctor: Two? Ashildr: A dangerous combination of a passionate and powerful Time Lord and a young woman so very similar to him. [ INT. TARDIS ] Ashildr (O.C.): Companions who are willing to push each other to extremes. The Doctor (on screen): She's my friend. She's just my friend. Ashildr (O.C.): How did you meet her? Clara: Missy...! [ EXT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: Missy. Ashildr: Missy. The Master. The lover of chaos. Who wants you to love it, too. She's quite the matchmaker. The Doctor: Clara's my friend. Ashildr: I know. And you're willing to risk all of time and space because you miss her. One wonders what the pair of you will get up to next. The Doctor: Nothing. Nothing at all. I know I went too far. I get it. That's why I'm doing what I'm doing. Ashildr: And what would that be? The Doctor: I'm taking her back to Earth. Somewhere safe, somewhere out of the way. I'm going to wipe her memory of every last detail of me. [ INT. TARDIS ] The Doctor (O.C.): It'll be like our friendship never happened. Ashildr (O.C.): That may not be what she wants. The Doctor (O.C.): I've done it before. Usually, I do it telepathically, But this time, I've got something better. [ EXT. TARDIS ] The Doctor: It's quite... painless. Ashildr: Will you tell her what you're going to do? The Doctor: Of course. Ashildr: When? The Doctor: Now. [ INT. TARDIS ] Clara: Screen off. The Doctor: You OK? Clara: Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Just, you know, my pulse. The Doctor: Yeah, we'll fix that somehow. I promise. You remember Ashildr, of course. Clara: Yeah, sure. The Doctor: I thought you'd be more surprised to see her. Clara: I was watching. On the monitor. No. Doctor, whatever you're about to do, don't do it! The Doctor: It won't hurt, it'll be nothing. You'll just pass out for a moment. Clara: And then? The Doctor: When you wake, you'll be fine. Clara: But... The Doctor: Clara, just listen to me. Clara: Just say it. Say it. Come on. Tell me. The Doctor: When you wake up, you will have forgotten me. You'll have forgotten we ever even met. Clara: And why would I want that? The Doctor: Because it's the only way. That stuff in your head, the image of me, they could use it to find you. Clara: I, er... I used these. The Doctor: On what? Clara: That. The Doctor: What did you do? Clara: What do you think? Ashildr's right, you see? We're too alike. The Doctor: Tell me what you did. Clara: What else? What else do you think I did? I reversed the polarity. Push that button, Doctor, it will go off in your own face. The Doctor: You were trying to trick me? Clara: What were you doing to me? The Doctor: I'm trying to keep you safe. Clara: Why? Nobody's ever safe. I've never asked you for that, ever. These have been the best years of my life. And they are mine. Tomorrow is promised to no-one, Doctor, but I insist upon my past. I am entitled to that. It's mine. The Doctor: Oh, Clara Oswald... What am I doing? You're right. You're always... always right. Clara: So what happens now? Hey? Me and you, what do we do now? The Doctor: I'm not sure you managed to reverse the polarity. I'm not even sure that you can. It'll do something... to one of us. Better than flipping a coin. Clara: Doctor...? The Doctor: You and me... together. Look how far I went, for fear of losing you. This has to stop. One of us has to go. Clara: You really don't know which? The Doctor: Let's find out. Let's do it like we've done everything else. Together. Clara: How about we just don't? Why don't we just... fly away somewhere? The Doctor: Oh, that'd be great, wouldn't it? Clara: God, yeah. The Doctor: Good luck, Clara. Clara: Good luck, Doctor. ( Electronic beep ) Clara: So, what happens now? The Doctor: I suppose, we just, erm... We just wait a minute, I suppose. Clara: And one of us... One of us will... I don't think I could ever forget you. The Doctor: Clara, I don't think you're ever going to have to. Clara: No... The Doctor: Run like hell! Clara: What? The Doctor: Run like hell, because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it's always funny. Clara: No. Stop it. You're saying goodbye. Don't say goodbye! The Doctor: Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends. Clara: Stop it! Stop! Stop it! The Doctor: Never eat pears. They're too squishy and they always make your chin wet. That one's quite important. Write it down. Clara: I didn't mean to do this. I'm sorry. The Doctor: It's OK. It's OK. I went too far. I broke all my own rules. I became the Hybrid. This is right. I accept it. Clara: I can't. There has to be something I can do. The Doctor: Smile for me. Go on. Clara Oswald... one last time. Clara: How could I smile? The Doctor: It's OK. Don't you worry. I'll remember it. ( The Doctor collapses. ) [ EXT. Nevada Desert. Day ] Man: Sir? Are you all right? The Doctor: Where am I? How did I get here? Man: Clara asked me to look after you. She said you might be a bit... upset. The Doctor: Clara? Man: Yeah. She was just here. I don't know where she went. The Doctor: Clara? Clara who? [ INT. Diner. Day ] The Doctor: When something goes missing, you can always recreate it by the hole it left. I know her name was Clara. I know we travelled together. I know that there was an Ice Warrior on a submarine and a mummy on the Orient Express. I know we sat together in the Cloisters and she told me something very important, but I have no idea what she said. Or what she looked like. Or how she talked. Or laughed. There's nothing there. Just nothing. Waitress: Are you looking for her? The Doctor: I'm trying. Waitress: She could be anyone, right? You don't know who you're looking for. I mean, she could be me, for all you know. The Doctor: There's one thing I know about her. Just one thing. If I met her again, I would absolutely know. I think that we were here, you know? I think that we were here together once. I'm sure I'll remember. Over here. Stupid Doctor... Amy and Rory. It was Amy and Rory! Waitress: What about your TARDIS, hey? Have you found that yet? The Doctor: No. Somebody's moved it from London. Still looking. But this diner... it wasn't always here, was it? It used to be on the other side of the hill. Waitress: Well, maybe someone will find your TARDIS for you. ( He strums a blues tune ) Waitress: What Clara told you in the Cloisters... The Doctor: I don't remember a single thing about it. Waitress: You said memories... become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become songs. ( He resumes strumming ) The Doctor: That would be nice. Waitress: Yeah, it would be, wouldn't it? ( Clara the waitress walks out of a door and into the TARDIS. The TARDIS starts up and the diner dematerializes, leaving the Doctor standing in the Desert. We see an old TARDIS with grafitti. ) [ INT. TARDIS ] Ashildr: I don't think I've got the Chameleon circuit working. The outer shell might be stuck as an American Diner. Clara: Awesome. Ashildr: Still no pulse? Clara: Time isn't healing. I am still frozen. Ashildr: You know what that means? Clara: It means my death is a fixed event. The universe depends on it happening. Ashildr: I'm sorry. Clara: Why? Why does everybody think I am so scared? We all face the raven in the end. That is the deal. If I go back to Gallifrey, they can put me back, right? On Trap Street, the moment they took me out? Ashildr: Of course. Clara: Mind you... seeing as I'm not actually ageing, there's a tiny little bit of wiggle room, isn't there? Ashildr: Wiggle room? Clara: Wiggle room. Yeah, you know, wiggle room. We could, erm, you know, stop off on the way. Ashildr: Where are we going? Clara: Gallifrey. Like I said... Gallifrey. The long way round. ( TARDIS hums into life ) [ EXT. Desert. Outside the Doctor's TARDIS. Day ] ( The Doctor regards the TARDIS, which is painted with flowers and has a drawing of Clara on the door. ) [ INT. The Doctor's TARDIS ] ( The Doctor enters and there is electronic beeping. On a blackboard is written: "RUN YOU CLEVER BOY AND BE A DOCTOR". The Doctor dons his velvet jacket, scoops up his sonic and closes the TARDIS doors. ) ( TARDIS whirs and dematerializes. ) [ Next time... ] ( Knocking ) The Doctor: Is there anything on my head? Man: Er, well, yes. The Doctor: Raver! Deep male voice: Death initiating. The Doctor: Stop holding my hand! People don't do that to me. Man's head: Destroy them! Woman (O.C.): Nobody move or the head gets it. The Doctor: A sonic trowel... You realise how ridiculous that sounds? Man: You planned to take my head. Woman: It never crossed my mind. Man (O.C.): Long live the king! Woman: This is a serious mission. There is nothing to laugh about here. The Doctor: We're being thrat by a bag! Man: Give us the treasure!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "09x12 - Hell Bent"}	foreverdreaming
INT. COMPUTER SCREEN RYAN speaks while the screen is still black. RYAN: So today . . . I wanna talk about the greatest woman I ever met. We are watching a YouTube video of RYAN. He speaks slowly and softly. RYAN: Smart, funny, caring, special. Proper special. Er . . . (Sighs.) where do I start? (Laughs gently.) Okay, er . . . . A long pause as he shakes his head slightly, considering what to say. RYAN: I've mentioned this on here before . . . I'm pretty much not an idiot, I'm actually a capable guy, considering. But I'm 19, and ‘cause of the thing I told you before . . . I can't yet ride a bike. He laughs ruefully with a shake of his head. EXT. HILLTOP, DAY RYAN’s head is hung. GRACE comes up behind him and takes his shoulders as he lifts his head. GRACE: Who says you can't? RYAN: Me, Nan. We keep trying this. GRACE: And we'll go on trying. Til it's done. She pats his shoulder and he sighs. GRACE: Now, (Points.) keep your eye on Granddad. GRAHAM raises a double thumbs up. RYAN: You mean Graham? GRACE slaps RYAN’s head gently. GRACE: Keep your eye on Graham then. Three . . . two . . . RYAN places his foot on the pedal. GRACE: one . . . RYAN grips the handlebars. GRACE: go! She helps sab him as he gets started. GRACE: Go on! She smiles proudly as he goes on without her. GRAHAM: Go on, Ryan! (Claps twice.) You're doing it, mate! RYAN rides down the path, but begins to swerve and falls hard on the ground with a groan, then sighs. GRAHAM and GRACE run toward him as he pushes himself up, grunting. GRACE: Nearly. RYAN pulls his bike upright and waves his hand angrily. RYAN: No, not nearly. I'm sick of coming up here, I'm sick of falling. He picks up the bike and walks away. RYAN: And I'm sick of this stupid bike. GRACE: Ryan Sinclair, don't you dare! RYAN grunts as he tosses the bike off the rocky cliffside. Patches of houses among the trees can be seen far below in the distance. The bike crashes into the brush and continues crashing as it falls down the cliff. RYAN reaches out in futility, immediately regretting his action. GRACE sighs in disappointment. EXT. CLIFFSIDE, DAY RYAN, GRAHAM, and GRACE sit together on rocks at the edge of the cliff. GRAHAM: Mate, you rode it for a second. RYAN: Can you stop calling me "mate"? GRACE gives him a tap on the back. RYAN: Anyway, a second's not enough. GRACE: You'll do it if you keep on trying. RYAN: I just want to make you proud. GRACE lays her hand on his shoulder. GRACE: You make me proud every day. GRAHAM: Anyway you're on your own, getting that bike, ‘cause our train leaves in twenty minutes. (Points.) Come on, love. GRACE and GRAHAM get up. EXT. HILLSIDE, DAY As the sun sets, RYAN wanders down the hillside, searching for his bike. EXT. WOODS, EVENING RYAN jumps down a small incline and slips a little on the layer of leaves covering the ground. He sighs in frustration as he walks. Rocks and boulders litter the ground, covered in moss and ferns. The huge fallen tree is covered in moss as well and even the upright trees are shrouded with ivy and vines. RYAN sighs again and mutters under his breath, trying to figure where his bike must have come to rest. He points upward and sees it entwined in the branches of a tree. He sighs and looks away in frustration. A deep boom seems to rumble in the distance, then a streak of light zaps past him and a golden diamond pattern appears behind him in the air. It sizzles electrically as he slowly turns to face it. He slowly approaches. Suddenly smaller diamonds appear inside it, one after the other, each smaller than the last and at a slightly different angle until the last one is a square. RYAN steps back. As he slowly approaches again, a large dot appears in the center. As he lifts his hand toward it, the image shivers and its buzzing intensifies. As soon as he touches the dot in the center, the whole thing compresses into a small point of light and streaks away as fast as it came. RYAN watches it go. He looks around the forest, confused, then turns back to his bike. A warp and crackle sound causes RYAN to turn back to the same spot, only to shield his face from a bright flash. He slowly lowers his arms to watch a large pod slowly come into existence, shifting and warping colors like a hologram with a bad connection. The light fades and RYAN stares in confusion at a pod shaped like a large flower bud, wide at the base and sloping to a tall point. Its base is bright blue and turns a dull reddish purple at the top, its surface covered in small craters like a meteorite. Some subtle shifting lights from inside the pod suggest life. Steam from the pod’s appearance drifts away into the forest. RYAN slowly approaches, breathing heavily, and reaches down to touch it. He drapes his hand over its bumpy surface until it glows blue under his hand and he pulls it back with a shout. He backs away, pulls his phone out of his pocket, and holds it to his ear while he examines his hand. RYAN: Hi . . . er . . . police . . . maybe. EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET, DAY A policewoman, YASMIN, walks toward two women arguing. SONIA: She smashed it with a hammer. JANEY: ‘Cause you keyed me nearside door! SONIA: Because you parked in my spot! YASMIN walks between them without giving them any notice and looks at the smashed windshield, the hammer still embedded. JANEY: It's not your spot, there are no spots. YASMIN spins to face them, exasperated. YASMIN: Ladies! Please! They both look at her. YASMIN: Thank you. Can I suggest a simple solution? You pay for her cracked window, you pay for her scratched door and we all agree that parking around here is a nightmare. But that grown-ups really shouldn't need to call the police to sort it out for them. SONIE and JANEY look at each other, ready to calm down, but still irked. YASMIN: Now . . . if we're all agreed on that, there's no need for me to take any further police action we can all get on with our lives. What d’you reckon? INT. YASMIN’S CAR, intercut with POLICE STATION, DAY YASMIN is sitting in her car talking to her superior over the radio. YASMIN: I'm just saying I am capable of more than parking disputes. RAMESH: And I keep telling you, don't run before you can walk. You're probationer, Yaz. Learn the basics. RAMESH is sitting at his desk with monitors to the side and a half-eaten sandwich in his hand. YASMIN: I wanna do more. Look. Can you not get them to give me something that will test me? Something a bit different. RAMESH leans forward over his desk. RAMESH: There is something that just came in . . . if you want different. (Smiles.) EXT. WOODS, EVENING RYAN and YASMIN are staring at the pod. YASMIN: And you say you just found it here? RYAN: (frustrated) No. I said it appeared. Out of nowhere. YASMIN: Right. YASMIN walks toward it and RYAN follows her. RYAN: I swear, this isn't a prank. I came down here to get my bike. YASMIN: And where's your bike? RYAN: (Points.) In that tree. YASMIN: Name, sir? RYAN raises his arms and drops them in frustration. YASMIN turns to face him, serious.) RYAN: (Sighs.) Ryan Sinclair. She looks up at him surprised. YASMIN: Wait . . . Redlands Primary? RYAN: Yeah! (Smiles.) YASMIN: Yasmin Khan. RYAN’s brows raise in surprise. He gestures toward her. RYAN: Oh, my god! Yaz! YASMIN: (Laughs.) Uh-huh. RYAN: Wow! YASMIN: I know! RYAN: Look at you. You're a fed? Her smile fades. YASMIN: Yeah. We don't call it that. RYAN: Oh. YASMIN: I'm still training. Second year of probation. What about you, what are you up to? RYAN: (Shrugs.) Warehouse worker. YASMIN: Oh, right. Like it? RYAN: Hate it. It's cash while I study for my NVQ. I'm trying to be a mechanic. YASMIN: That's good. She walks around the pod and RYAN follows. YASMIN: You have to take this away, though. Seriously. It's going to be dark in a minute. You can't dump this here. RYAN: I didn't! I can't even lift it! YASMIN: Oh, come on, Ryan! It's me. RYAN: Touch it. YASMIN: What? RYAN just raises his hand toward it. YASMIN slowly reaches out. As soon as her palm touches it, it glows with a crackle and a buzz and she pulls her hand back, inhaling sharply. She looks at her hand. RYAN: See? It's freezing. YASMIN stares at her hand, then looks at the pod, confusion becoming fear, then looks at RYAN, realizing he was telling the truth. INT. TRAIN CAR, NIGHT GRACE is hanging onto GRAHAM’s arm while they sit on the train. WOMAN ON SPEAKER: The next station is Grindleford. GRAHAM: Do you ever think he's going to call me granddad? GRACE: Give him time. GRAHAM: Three years we've been married. GRACE: And you've never been happier. She kisses his cheek. WOMAN ON SPEAKER: Grindleford is the next station stop. Another passenger, KARL, wearing earbuds, looks over at them. GRACE: (Winks.) Can't keep his hands off me, love. GRAHAM: Behave yourself. GRACE: (whispers) Never. She makes a kissing sound at him, then chuckles. GRAHAM smiles, but looks away so she can’t see it. INT. TRAIN CABIN, NIGHT The engineer watches a strange bolt of blue lightning from the clouds, which ends in a circular crackle of blue electricity in the distance. It rapidly comes closer, barely giving her enough time to scream and pull the brake as it smashes through the window, showering her with tiny shards of glass. INT. TRAIN CAR, NIGHT The train screeches and the passengers jerk forward. GRAHAM flies out of his seat and runs his head into the chair in front of him across the aisle. He falls back, stunned, while GRACE breathes heavily. The train slows down and the lights go out. GRAHAM rubs the back of his neck as he starts to recover. GRAHAM: You all right, love? GRACE: I think so. GRAHAM: Yeah. GRACE looks down the aisle toward the cabin. GRACE: What just happened? She starts to get up. GRAHAM: (quickly) Where are you going? GRACE: Just having a look. She walks down the aisle and GRAHAM and KARL look at each other. GRACE breathes heavily as she walks in the eerie silence, the moon shining a cold, dim light through the windows. 11. FIELD OUTSIDE TRAIN Tall grass rustles as some passengers investigate with flashlights. (Yes, I’m American. If I try to write British it’ll probably end up being awkward.) They call to each other in low tones. The rails spark occasionally. GRACE sticks her head out a window. GRACE: What are you doing? Don't go on the track, it could be live! MAN: Get off of there! Voices shout, too distant to make out. The outside doors suddenly lock on their own. GRACE reaches out the window to shake the handle. GRACE: Graham, the door's just locked! GRAHAM and KARL cautiously approach. GRACE: We're shut in. I can't get them open! She shakes it harder. INT. TRAIN CAR, NIGHT GRAHAM and KARL rush to join her. GRACE: Something's wrong. A low, buzzing, grinding noise comes through the dark doorway at the end of the aisle. KARL slowly approaches. GRAHAM and GRACE follow him. KARL: I think something's coming down the train. Something sparks and then flashes, lighting up the car for a second, causing KARL and GRAHAM to flinch back. They stare for a moment before GRAHAM pulls KARL back. GRAHAM: Right, get away from the door! Grace, get to the back of the carriage! Get to the back! GRACE and GRAHAM, pulling KARL, rush back down the aisle. KARL closes the door behind them. GRAHAM tries the door to the outside again while GRACE lifts her phone to her ear. EXT. WOODS, NIGHT YASMIN has a flashlight on the pod and RYAN’s phone rings. RYAN: Wait one sec. He lifts the phone to his ear. RYAN: Hiya, Nan. GRACE: Ryan, love! Our train stopped between Hathersage and Grindleford, and something really weird’s going on- Her voice distorts before it cuts out. The phone beeps and buzzes. YASMIN sees RYAN’s blank face. YASMIN: Everything all right? RYAN looks at her and can only say one word. RYAN: Nan! EXT. ROAD, NIGHT The siren wails as YASMIN’s police car rushes down the road. INT. TRAIN CAR, NIGHT GRACE slowly approaches the black doorway, overcome with curiosity. GRAHAM: Grace, get back. She doesn’t stop. Electricity flashes again, lighting up the car. Suddenly there is an explsin, but it doesn’t reach GRACE. She continues to advance slowly. Noises like something moving through the debris or pieces still falling apart from the explsin come through the doorway along with the zapping noise growing louder. GRACE finally decides to back away, crunching glass with each step. Small flashes light up a mass of black tendrils in the doorway, its tentacles crawling out across the walls. GRAHAM: What is it? GRACE: I've no idea. The mass forms a ball, spinning gently, as it floats down the aisle, tendrils waving and small streaks of lightning zapping whatever is nearby. The group cringe at the flashes and back toward the door, mumbling and whimpering in fear. GRAHAM tries the door again and hits it in vain. As the mass continues to approach, an unfamiliar female voice cries out. With a crash and a flash of electricity, someone falls straight through the roof of the train car, between the trapped group and the mass of wires. The three frightened passengers slowly look up. A woman with jaw-length blonde hair and a charred and frayed gentleman’s suit much too large for her stands with a gasp, unaffected by the fall due to the invulnerability granted by the process of regeneration. Broken cables in the ceiling zapping yellow and the electrical mass zapping blue flash together to create a bright white light behind her. She looks at the three frightened and confused faces huddled together. DOCTOR: What? GRACE just points. The DOCTOR spins around, her hair swinging. She stumbles against a seat as she stares in surprise at the floating jumble of wires. She grabs a broken cable from the ceiling and jams it into the mass of wires. The thing falls to the ground, lifeless. The DOCTOR spins to face the others, panting. DOCTOR: Should buy us a few seconds. She looks up at the hole in the ceiling. DOCTOR: Oh, yeah. Long story. Tell you later. Doors? GRACE: Locked shut. DOCTOR: We'll see about that. She quickly reaches into her suit coat. She slowly lifts her head, horrified. DOCTOR: No sonic. She rapidly feels the rest of her pockets. DOCTOR: Empty pockets. (Growls.) I hate empty pockets! The mass slowly reforms and floats into the air. GRAHAM: It's coming back! The DOCTOR spins around as it resumes zapping. She approaches it, completely lacking in fear. DOCTOR: What are you? It zaps brightly and the Doctor backs away. DOCTOR: Whoa! Okay. Don't like questions. More the private type. I get that. The thing moves toward the DOCTOR. She ducks as it floats over her. It corners KARL, who cringes, whimpering. KARL: Get it away from me! The DOCTOR speaks slowly as she slowly approaches. DOCTOR: All of you . . . stay very . . . still. KARL: (high-pitched) It's going to kll us! DOCTOR: It could have done that already. KARL squeezes his eyes shut, breathing hard. Suddenly RYAN calls out. RYAN: Nan! GRACE: Ryan, stay away! RYAN and YASMIN have appeared at the opposite end of the train car. YASMIN: Oh, my god. The DOCTOR shouts as the mass sh*t a bolt of electricity at her neck. Everyone else in the car gets the same treatment, then the DOCTOR watches as the thing flies straight up through the ceiling, high into the sky, then angles off. She faces GRACE, GRAHAM, and KARL. DOCTOR: You three, relax, but stay put. (Points.) I'll check the rest of the train. She walks past RYAN and YASMIN, glass crunching under her shoes. DOCTOR: Fat lot of use you two were. YASMIN: (indignant) Hey! She follows the DOCTOR into the next car. YASMIN: Hold on there please, madam, I need you to do as I say. The DOCTOR stops and faces her, confused. YASMIN: This could be a potential crime scene, madam. DOCTOR: Why are you calling me "madam"? YASMIN pauses, confused. YASMIN: Because you're a woman. The DOCTOR’s face lights up, shocked but delighted. DOCTOR: Am I? Her shocked smile turns to concern. DOCTOR: Does it suit me? YASMIN: (baffled) What? DOCTOR: (Looks away.) Oh, yeah! I remember. (Faces YASMIN.) Sorry. Half an hour ago I was a white-haired Scotsman. Without pausing for a reaction, she turns and continues down the train. DOCTOR: When's the next train due? RYAN and YASMIN follow her, each with a flashlight. RYAN: This is the last one back. DOCTOR: But the doors are locked, how did you both get in? YASMIN: Driver's window was smashed in. DOCTOR: What's your name? YASMIN: PC Khan, Hallamshire Police. DOCTOR: Name, not title. YASMIN: Yasmin Khan. Yaz to my friends. Can I have your name, please? DOCTOR: When I can remember it. YASMIN: You don't know your own name? The DOCTOR raises her hands and drops them in frustration. DOCTOR: Of course I know it. I just can't remember it. It's right there on the tip of my . . . . She stops and touches her tongue. She turns to face them, still touching her tongue. DOCTOR: Whathat? RYAN: Tongue? DOCTOR: (Points at him.) Tongue! Smart boy. Biology. What did she call you? Ryan? RYAN: Yeah, Ryan Sinclair. DOCTOR: Good name. Are you a doctor, Ryan? RYAN: No. DOCTOR: Shame. I'm looking for a doctor. She turns and keeps walking. YASMIN and RYAN follow after a pause. INT. TRAIN CABIN, NIGHT The DOCTOR finds a panel and flips switches as she speaks. DOCTOR: Power. Lights. Doors. YASMIN shines her flashlight on the dad engineer, slumped over the controls. DOCTOR: Poor woman. RYAN: That thing must have klled her as it came through. DOCTOR: Why's that? It didn't kll anyone else. Looks more like she died of shock when it smashed through the window. YASMIN: Either way, a woman has died here. DOCTOR: But no more creatures. And no other passengers left on board. Let's get back to the others. The DOCTOR pushes past RYAN and YASMIN out of the cabin. INT. TRAIN CAR, NIGHT RYAN and YASMIN follow her back down the train. YASMIN: Wait! Can you stop, please? This could be a major incident. YASMIN begins to lose her cool, fed up with the DOCTOR. YASMIN: I'm the one in charge here! The DOCTOR finally turns to face her. DOCTOR: What are you going to do? YASMIN: Call in to my station. DOCTOR: What are you going to tell them? YASMIN: The facts. DOCTOR: Which are? YASMIN: The train was attcked. DOCTOR: By what? YASMIN: I need to take a look at CCTV footage. DOCTOR: And why do you need to check CCTV when we all saw it with our own eyes? RYAN: Was it an alien? Because it looked like an alien to me. YASMIN: (Sighs.) Come on. DOCTOR: What, you think he's wrong? YASMIN: No. I don't know, but- DOCTOR: But you're worried about how you will explain all this to a superior officer who won't believe you. YASMIN: I can't not report it! DOCTOR:You could hold off until we get the answers to the bigger questions. YASMIN finally accepts the DOCTOR’s authority. YASMIN: Which are? The DOCTOR slips happily back into the role of being in charge. DOCTOR: What was it? Why is it here? Where's it going next? And most importantly, how do we stop it? ‘Cause whatever it is, I don't think it's done. Come on, Ryan. Come on, Yaz. (Steps in to touch YASMIN’s arms.) I'm calling you Yaz because we're friends now. She bites her lip, holding back a smile, and walks briskly down the aisle. YASMIN follows after a momentary hesitation. INT. TRAIN CAR, NIGHT YASMIN is interviewing KARL and writing his responses on her notepad. KARL: It's um . . . Karl Wright. Er . . . middle name's Brian. Fifty-two, Northover Street. The DOCTOR approaches and YASMIN pulls her notepad against her chest to let the DOCTOR squeeze through. She approaches RYAN, GRAHAM, and GRACE. YASMIN: Telephone number? DOCTOR: Right, then, troops. No, not troops. Team. RYAN and GRACE look at each other. DOCTOR: gng. Fam? GRAHAM gives her a look, confused. DOCTOR: I'm distracting myself. GRACE: You came crashing through that roof. DOCTOR: I was thrown out of my TARDIS. She looks up to the sky, raising her hands in horror. DOCTOR: Oh! I've lost my TARDIS. She looks lost and frightened without her constant companion. DOCTOR: It was exploding and then it dematerialised. She takes a breath to calm herself. DOCTOR: Don't panic. Not the end of the world. Well, it could be the end of the world, but one thing at a time. GRAHAM: Are we supposed to understand anything you're saying? RYAN: She thinks that thing is an alien. GRACE: Don't be daft. RYAN shrugs. GRAHAM: There's no such thing as aliens. The DOCTOR looks at him. He looks directly at her as he speaks. GRAHAM: Anyway, even if there was, they ain't gonna be on a train in Sheffield. She steps toward him, once again completely lacking in understanding of the human mind. DOCTOR: Why not? I'm an alien and I'm here. GRAHAM just stares at her, unable to respond. He turns to leave. GRAHAM: Grace, we're going. GRACE stops him. GRACE: No, we're not! She just saved our lives! DOCTOR: Don't be scared. All of this is new to you and new can be scary. Now, we all want answers. Stick with me, you might get some. KARL approaches from behind and the DOCTOR turns to him as he speaks. KARL: Actually, erm, I don't want answers. I just want to get to work and forget all about this. If that's all right with everyone. He looks confused. KARL: Even if it isn't. He looks at the DOCTOR, still confused but completely sincere. KARL: Thank you. He walks past YASMIN. YASMIN: Would you like me to- KARL: No! Thank you. I, er . . . just want to be on my own. I'll walk. I need the air. (Points to GRAHAM.) And I'm with him. We don't get aliens in Sheffield. He slowly walks away. GRACE: I think he's still in shock. Bless him. DOCTOR: Obvious question, but has anyone noticed anything else out of the ordinary tonight? YASMIN looks at RYAN. RYAN slowly raises his hand. INT. YASMIN’S CAR, NIGHT YASMIN is driving, the DOCTOR is in the passenger seat, RYAN behind YASMIN, GRAHAM behind the DOCTOR, and GRACE in the middle. YASMIN: I'm gonna be in such trouble if they find out why I was there. DOCTOR: Can we have the lights and siren on? YASMIN: (aghast) No! The DOCTOR looks away, disappointed. YASMIN: I shouldn't be doing any of this! DOCTOR: (Looks behind.) So you three know each other? GRACE: I'm his nan, Graham's me husband. They both smile, but RYAN isn’t happy. RYAN: Second husband. DOCTOR: (Points to RYAN and YASMIN.) And you two know each other? RYAN: Yeah. Yaz and I were at school together. DOCTOR: Huh. GRACE: Not Yasmin Khan? YASMIN: Hello, Ryan's nan. GRACE: Haven't you done well for yourself, love? DOCTOR: And you say you just found it there, this thing? RYAN: Yeah, pretty much. I took pictures. He hands over his phone. The DOCTOR gasps happily. DOCTOR: Good lad! (Looks at the pictures.) That's exciting! No. Not exciting. What do I mean? Worrying. Fast as you can, Yaz. She continues to study the pictures. EXT. WOODS, NIGHT RYAN shines his flashlight in the trees, searching for his bike, while YASMIN shines her flashlight on the ground to light their path. RYAN: There's my bike. DOCTOR: Why's it in a tree? RYAN: We were up top and I chucked it over. GRAHAM: He gets cross because he can't ride it. GRACE: We're giving him lessons. He's got dyspraxia. It's a coordination disorder. RYAN: Anyway, enough about me. The tree's to the left, so it should be . . . . Both flashlights shine on the ground as they walk around the spot, but nothing is there. YASMIN: It was definitely there. DOCTOR: (Kneels.) So where's it gone? EXT. VAN, NIGHT The pod is strapped into the back of a nondescript white van driving under a bridge on the highway. The van passes a stadium and pulls over outside some buildings. Two men get out. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT RAHUL turns on a light to reveal his frightened face. The large workshop area has fancy cars lined up along one wall. RAHUL slowly approaches the pod. He walks around it, staring at it. His friend, ANDY, stands at a distance. ANDY: Rahul. If you're right about that, should we not tell someone? RAHUL can’t take his eyes off it. RAHUL: What good would that do? ANDY: I'm worried for you, mate. RAHUL: I finally got it. RAHUL approaches ANDY and gives him some money. RAHUL: Go on, mate. Have a pint on me. I'll see you Monday. Pick you up at eight. He turns back to the pod. ANDY watches him a moment, concerned, before walking away without a word. RAHUL duct tapes a video camera to a post and sets up a tripod camera, both focused on the pod. He drags over a folding chair and sits and stares at it. His eyes are constantly wide, his eyebrows slowly knit with more and more anxiety. He is chewing gum and wipes his mouth. EXT. CURB, NIGHT The police car is parked on the curb. YASMIN is still inside while everyone else is standing outside. The DOCTOR speaks to YASMIN through the window. DOCTOR: Two weird things, one city, same night. Makes me nervous. YASMIN: I'll see if there's been any more reports on that object. DOCTOR: Good, because we need all the information we can get. Meet us back here. YASMIN nods and drives away. GRAHAM: I can have a word with some of my old pals from work. If you want to know what's happening, ask a bus driver. RYAN: He always says that. GRAHAM: Yeah, that's ‘cause it is true, I'd still be doing it now if I could. RYAN: I can search for weird stuff on social media. The DOCTOR nods. GRACE: And I'll check in with me nurses group on WhatsApp. GRAHAM: Seriously though, aliens? DOCTOR: Yep. GRAHAM: Yeah, maybe I won't mention that bit. He chuckles and walks away while the DOCTOR slumps. She pulls herself up. DOCTOR: Suddenly I feel . . . really tired. She begins breathing heavily and a ringing in her head grows in volume. She looks uncomfortable and GRACE comes over to help her. GRACE: That was a big fall you had, love. Should get you checked out at A&E. The DOCTOR quickly holds up a finger and steps back, still troubled by the memory of that traumatic regeneration. DOCTOR: N-n-no. I never go anywhere that's just initials. Although . . . . She takes a deep breath and sticks her finger in her nose. She seems slightly revived, but still a little woozy. DOCTOR: Oh! Can one of you catch me? RYAN: You're going to fall over? DOCTOR: In two minutes, nineteen seconds. Wait! Forget the two minutes. Nineteen- Oh, this new nose is so unreliable. Her eyes close and she falls. GRACE shouts in surprise and catches her. INT. POLICE STATION, NIGHT YASMIN gets out of the car and walks into the police station. RAMESH: Yaz, you've done your shift. Stop pestering me for more interesting shouts. He pushes through a door and she follows him. YASMIN: It's not that. I'm just wondering whether there's been anything else out of the ordinary tonight? He stops by another door to face her. RAMESH: It's the night shift in Sheffield, everything's out of the ordinary. He goes through the door and YASMIN makes an angry face. EXT. BUS STATION, NIGHT A bus drives away and GRAHAM is talking to three other bus drivers outside the bus station. GRAHAM: I've got to ask you, any talk of weird stuff or strange creatures out tonight? GABRIEL: My wife's out with her mates at karaoke, if that's what you mean. The drivers laugh and GRAHAM joins in fakely. GRAHAM: Yeah. INT. RYAN’S HOUSE, NIGHT RYAN is scrolling on a white tablet. The DOCTOR is asleep on a couch next to a table with a photograph of GRACE and GRAHAM. GRACE walks into the room as a high-pitched whirring begins. GRACE: (whispers) Ryan. Look. RYAN looks to see the DOCTOR’s hands and neck glowing a gentle yellow. One of her hands slips off her stomach. RYAN stands and slowly approaches. RYAN: Whoa. GRACE takes the DOCTOR’s hand and feels her wrist, then looks up at RYAN with wide eyes. GRACE: She's got two separate pulses. RYAN just looks in confusion. With a deep exhale, a glowing strand of energy flows out the DOCTOR’s mouth and floats past GRACE and RYAN. RYAN: Oh, my god. What is that? GRACE: I have no idea. RYAN watches it go. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT RAHUL is still staring at the pod. His arms are crossed and his collar turned up against the cold. The lights flicker and go out. RAHUL looks around and gasps, eyes wide. The light flickers back on and he turns his attention to the pod, even more frightened than before. With a deep rumble, a large crack, glowing yellow, appears from the tip of the pod down almost to the widest point. The lights continue to flicker. Steam emanates from the crack. Another crack appears down the other side, steam pouring out. RAHUL watches the lights flicker and the steam rise. The pod suddenly fractures down the first crack and the two sides wobble slightly as they lose support. The yellow glow shines faintly on RAHUL’s terrified but awestruck face as the lights go out again. EXT. ROOFTOP, NIGHT On the roof of a tall, cylindrical building, the mass of electrical wires from the train floats and writhes. An electrical pulse seems to pour out over the city, creating a blue visual for the creature. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT The pod rips in half with an explsin, sending a piece flying. The camera taped to the post is on fre. RAHUL jumps out of his chair with a shout and grabs a crow bar out of a metal bucket as he backs away. Smoke pours heavily from the pod with a bright yellow glow. RAHUL grips the crow bar harder, staring at the pod. INT. RYAN’S HOUSE, NIGHT The DOCTOR sits up with a gasp. DOCTOR: Oh! She looks up at RYAN and GRACE, breathing heavily. DOCTOR: Who woke me up? I'm not ready. Still healing. Still . . . . She groans as she pushes herself up to stand on the couch. She looks around, a hand raised. DOCTOR: Can you smell that? No, not smell. Not hear. Feel. Can you feel . . . . She touches her collarbone and looks at RYAN, horrified. DOCTOR: Stay still, Ryan. YASMIN has returned and looks at RYAN, concerned. RYAN: What is it? What's the matter? The DOCTOR quickly gets down from the couch and pulls RYAN’s t-shirt down to see his collarbone. She sighs with worry. DOCTOR: Show me your collarbones. RYAN looks at a glowing red spot just on his collarbone. The DOCTOR looks at the glowing dots on YASMIN, GRACE, and GRAHAM’s collarbones, just the spot where they were all zapped by the mass of wires. GRACE puts her hand on top of GRAHAM’s. DOCTOR: (whispering with horror) Oh, you've all got them. RYAN: So have you. DOCTOR: (Looks at the glowing point on her collarbone.) Yeah! I have. Okay. She takes a breath and walks around behind them as she speaks. DOCTOR: Really sorry. Not good news. DNA bmb. Microimplants which code to your DNA. On detonation, they disrupt the foundation of your genetic code, melting your DNA. Fast, and nasty, and outlawed in every civilised galaxy. She comes back around the front and looks at RYAN’s microimplant again, who looks horrified. RYAN: How did we get them? GRAHAM: Never mind that, are they going to go off? DOCTOR: Quiet, I'm trying to think. It's difficult, I'm . . . not yet who I am. (Gestures.) Brain and body still rebooting. Reformatting. She gasps with delight as she points at RYAN’s phone on the table. DOCTOR: Reformatting! (Walks to it.) Can I borrow that? RYAN: Yeah, I guess so, but what for? DOCTOR: (Picks it up.) That creature. On the train. (Walks toward them.) When you two came onboard, it zapped us all with these. She turns back to the phone and it bleeps as she taps at it with her thumbs. DOCTOR: Simple plan to take out witnesses. Very clever. Merciless, but clever. After a moment, she inhales happily. She spreads her arms with a grin. DOCTOR: I reformatted your phone. RYAN: No! All my stuff's on there! DOCTOR: (pleasantly) Not anymore! RYAN puts his hand to his head in frustration. The DOCTOR holds the phone to her collarbone. A zap sends her flying against the open door with a shout. She falls to her hands and knees and looks up, her hair a bit disheveled. DOCTOR: That nap did me the world of good. Very comfy sofa. She looks at the phone, suddenly sober. She quickly gets up and runs across the room with a frustrated sigh. She runs back and looks at the others, inclining her head toward the door. DOCTOR: Come on! Keep up. She runs out of the room, watching the phone. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT RAHUL slowly approaches the pod, crowbar raised. The entire thing has fallen apart, revealing a mass of metal, lit with yellow light, surrounded with smoke and broken pieces as the lights continue to flicker. The thing unfolds as it stands up. It is a humanoid, either made of metal or completely covered in armor. RAHUL stares at it, frightened, but doesn’t back down. The front of the creature’s helmet has a network of hexagonal glass panels, giving the impression of an insectoid eye. RAHUL speaks up with incredible bravery and beautiful loyalty. RAHUL: Where's my sister? The creature cocks its head slightly. It speaks in a deep, rumbling, slightly mechanical voice. TZIM-SHA: Ask me again. Every inch of RAHUL’s body is surely telling him to run, but he speaks with conviction and power in spite of his trembling voice. RAHUL: Where's . . . my . . . sister? The creature lets out a rumbling growl. He takes a step toward RAHUL, who backs into a row of hanging chains. The creature lifts his hand, glowing with a bright blue light. TZIM-SHA: You will never know. RAHUL screams as the creature grabs his face. The crowbar drops to the ground with a clang. The creature lets RAHUL fall, now silent. He bends down and there is a quick sound of tearing flesh. INT. GRACE’S CAR, NIGHT GRACE is driving with the DOCTOR in the passenger seat, GRAHAM behind GRACE, RYAN behind the DOCTOR, and YASMIN in the middle. DOCTOR: (Looking at the beeping phone.) Next left. YASMIN: (impatiently) Where are we driving to? RYAN: I reckon she's using my phone to track the origin signal for the DNA bmb. GRAHAM: Again, how long until they go off? DOCTOR: Don't know. GRAHAM: Well, can't we just defuse 'em? DOCTOR: Not without the right equipment. The phone beeps and she inhales sharply. DOCTOR: Left again. EXT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT The tires screech. The car pulls up in front of the white van and everyone gets out. The road is wet with small puddles of standing water. The DOCTOR stands in front with everyone lined up behind her. She studies the phone, still beeping. DOCTOR: We're close. She spins around and crouches to examine a puddle, which is rippling. She seems to partially understand what is happening. EXT. ROOFTOP, NIGHT The mass of wires, still zapping above the roof, is inferenced as the cause of the rippling puddle, possibly due to the pulses it has been sending out to scan the city. Strands of electricity zap some transmission towers of some sort beside the creature. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT The creature from the pod looks up from his victim, sensing the DOCTOR. EXT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT The DOCTOR stands as the phone starts beeping madly. Everyone flinches at an explsin down the street and they all step back, RYAN holds GRACE, and the DOCTOR gives a shout of surprise. The DOCTOR takes a step forward. DOCTOR: Bingo. (yells) Oi! The silhouette of the creature stands shrouded in smoke. DOCTOR: Oh. I was expecting a tentacle-y thing. Don't you move! He immediately turns and walks away. The DOCTOR runs after him with a frustrated sigh. RYAN: Wait, is that another alien? (Starts after the DOCTOR.) GRACE: Looks like it. She follows RYAN excitedly, enjoying the adventure, the unknown, and the adrenaline. GRAHAM: Why is she running at another alien? YASMIN: (Hesitates before following.) Don't just stand there, come on! GRAHAM raises his arms, frustrated. GRAHAM: Well . . . now you're all running at it. He follows. They all run down the road through the smoke. The DOCTOR waves her arms as she slows to a stop and pants, holding her side. DOCTOR: Oh! Lost it. YASMIN: (Stops beside her.) He's fast. DOCTOR: I'm slower because of all this . . . She waves her hand, searching for how to describe it. DOCTOR: fizzing inside. RYAN calls from a short distance down the road. RYAN: In here! The DOCTOR and YASMIN turn to face him. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT RYAN, YASMIN, and the DOCTOR, waving her arms, run through a large service door to join GRAHAM and GRACE, who is kneeling by RAHUL’s body. GRAHAM: Got a man down over here. GRACE: That thing must have klled him. The DOCTOR bends down for a closer look. GRACE: I- I've never seen injuries like these. DOCTOR: Not a wapon blast. More of an ice burn. GRACE’s voice begins to tremble, seeing the horrors of life with the DOCTOR. GRACE: It broke his jaw open, too. DOCTOR: Looks like it took one of his teeth. What sort of creature kills someone then stops to pull out a tooth? YASMIN looks disturbed, probably never having seen a brutally mrder body before, being only a probation officer. DOCTOR: I'm sorry you all had to see this. GRACE: (Looks around.) I'll find something to cover the body. DOCTOR: Thank you, Grace. RYAN slowly approaches the lifeless pieces of the pod, unnoticed. DOCTOR: I'm sorry any of this is happening. I'm sorry that thing on the train planted these bmb inside you and I'm sorry I haven't figured out what's going on yet. RYAN: This is it. This is the thing. He looks at the group and they approach. YASMIN: It was all sealed up earlier. Looks like it's been broken. The DOCTOR walks around it, excitedly studying it. DOCTOR: Or it's done what it came here for. Some sort of transport chamber. Presumably for that thing we just saw in the alley. But why here? Why tonight? RYAN looks like he knows something. RYAN: Actually, that might have been me. Everyone looks at him. DOCTOR: (apprehensively) Why? What did you do? RYAN: (Pointing abstractly.) When I went to get my bike, there was this line in the air. And then it moved and there were shapes. DOCTOR: (Leans forward.) And? RYAN shrugs, trying not to feel the shame. RYAN: And I touched one. GRACE: (sounding betrayed) Ryan. RYAN: You’d all would have done the same. GRAHAM: (almost offended) I wouldn't. DOCTOR: (Raises her finger.) I would’ve. RYAN: All right, the shapes disappeared. A few seconds later, that appeared. He looks at the DOCTOR and asks very honestly and humbly. RYAN: What have I done? He looks at YASMIN, who is looking unhappily at him. DOCTOR: (Cocks her head.) Hard to say, really. She continues to study the pieces of the pod. GRAHAM: I suppose you'll be blaming this on the dyspraxia as well. (Pointing angrily.) Can't ride a bike, started an alien invasion. GRACE: (angrily) Graham. GRAHAM: What? GRACE: Enough, love! RYAN: All right, I made a mistake. But why did that guy move this thing from the Peaks to here? And how did he even know it were there? DOCTOR: Good questions. GRAHAM, GRACE, and RYAN are still too awkward about the recent interaction to respond. YASMIN: Let's take a look around here, see what we can find. She gestures for RYAN to follow her, which he does after a moment. The DOCTOR is looking at the phone again. DOCTOR: Can't follow it. The image on the phone jumps and glitches. DOCTOR: The tracking's been blocked, like it figured out what I was doing. GRACE: If we were tracking bmb signals from that creature from the train, why did they lead us here? DOCTOR: (Points.) Another good question. I don't know. If I could analyse that . . . . Course, what I really need is my- She reaches into her coat and growls at the lack of a sonic screwdriver, leaning with her hands on her knees. She suddenly perks up. DOCTOR: I could build one! I'm good at building things! Probably. She walks away with a smile. INT. OFFICE, NIGHT RYAN and YASMIN look around with flashlights. Lots of old devices and mechanisms lie on tables and shelves. YASMIN: It's not your fault, all this. RYAN: Yeah, it basically is. YASMIN: You couldn't have known that was going to happen. RYAN: Maybe tell Graham that. YASMIN: He knows, really. They round a corner and stand in front of a display cabinet full of old newspaper clippings. YASMIN: Do you believe she's an alien? RYAN: Yeah, I think I do, yeah. Is that mad? YASMIN: No. I think I do too. RYAN: Hey, er, look in here. RYAN looks into the display cabinet. We see a clipping that reads “STRANGE SKIES OVER SHEFFIELD” and a photograph of two young children; RAHUL and his big sister. INT. OFFICE, NIGHT YASMIN finds a manilla folder and opens it to see a missing persons ad of a middle-aged woman and a newspaper clipping with the headline “Solar storm passes UK without incident.” A sub header reads “NEAR MISS FOR UK.” She turns the page while RYAN studies a messy desk under a messy posterboard. On the desk is another photo of RAHUL and his sister, grown up. RYAN turns on the computer. RYAN: Hey, look at this. YASMIN comes to see. RYAN scrolls the cursor over a video icon labeled “IF I DIE CLICK HERE.” They look at each other. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT GRACE is holding GRAHAM’s arm. GRAHAM: You don't look like an alien. GRACE gently slaps his arm and some metal clinks. DOCTOR: You should’ve seen me a few hours back. My whole body changed. The DOCTOR is crouched, searching through tools and picking out a few. She’s lost 12’s red-lined coat and is wearing a mechanic’s apron. DOCTOR: Every cell in my body burning. Some of them are still at it now, reordering, regenerating. She stands up to the table, excited to begin. GRACE: Sounds painful, love. The DOCTOR sifts through some more items on the table. DOCTOR: You have no idea. There's this moment where you're sure you're about to die and then . . . (Looks up.) you're born. (Drops some small bits into a pile.) It's terrifying. She finds something exciting and picks it up. She turns to face GRACE and GRAHAM, holding two strange contraptions in her hands. DOCTOR: Right now I'm a stranger to myself. She gestures as she speaks, as if she’s trying to sort it out for herself as well as for GRACE and GRAHAM. DOCTOR: There's echoes of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts. Shape myself towards them. (Smiles and shrugs.) I'll be fine. In the end. Hopefully. She throws the two contraptions over her shoulders, echoing 11, and they clatter on the ground. She points at GRACE and GRAHAM. DOCTOR: Well I have to be, because you guys need help. She walks over to another table and picks up two hammers. DOCTOR: And if there's one thing I'm certain of, when people need help, I never refuse. Right? This is going to be fun! She pulls a translucent curtain across in front of herself. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT This scene cuts back and forth, so if it seems out of order, that’s because it is. The DOCTOR looks down at some pieces of metal and swipes them all aside. She slams down a metal sheet, slips her hands into some large, leather gloves, and puts on some protective goggles. Her face lights up when she sees glowing yellow crystals inside the pod, lined up on either side of a red triangular device, and pulls one out. She flips her welding mask down. Lights flash. Sparks fly as the DOCTOR fires something with a blowtorch, her sleeves rolled up. She holds up a spoon and grins. Her face appears above a bin and drops in a handful of spoons. With the goggles on, she looks at the flame of the blowtorch and makes a face. She turns a knob. She has a pole with two tubes on the end, both of which blow much more fre than the little flame she got from the blowtorch. She lowers it toward the bucket and flames the spoons. She runs around the bucket with a fre extinguisher, filling the room with white gas. The tip of a tool touches a circuit board. The DOCTOR’s giant blurry eye is visible through the magnifying glass as she carefully works with the circuit board. Now in a dirty labcoat, she drags a sledge hammer along the ground and shouts as she swings it up and down on something with a loud clash. A bright flash causes GRACE and GRAHAM to flinch and look behind them. The DOCTOR is now wearing circular goggles and looks in awe at her creation. It is all silver and actually shaped like a spoon if you look at a spoon from the side. A white crystal sticks out of the handle side of the spoon. The curtains crinkle as she parts them and walks out with a smile, holding her brand new sonic screwdriver. DOCTOR: Ta-da! The sonic screwdriver whirs and the crystal glows yellow, along with some parts of the handle. It sparks loudly and the DOCTOR flinches. DOCTOR: Ooh. Should be fine. GRACE and GRAHAM look at her like she’s mad. RYAN calls from across the room. RYAN: Hey! We found a load of stuff. The DOCTOR lowers the screwdriver and GRACE and GRAHAM turn to face him. INT. OFFICE, NIGHT On the computer screen, RAHUL takes a trembling breath. RAHUL: It's come back. The thing I saw the night my sister . . . everyone always says "disappeared", but . . . I know she was taken. Seven years now. Tracking energy signals, building predictive programmes, so that I'd know when the atmospheric disruptions matched what happened that day. But tonight it came back again. The tremble in his voice vanishes, replaced with conviction. RAHUL: And I've got it. I am gonna find out what happened to my sister. If anything happens to me, her name was Asha. Don't let anyone else go through this. He breathes and his mouth moves as if he’s considering saying more. He remains silent and ends the recording with a beep. RYAN: He knew what he was doing might kll him. The DOCTOR steps forward and picks up a photograph on the desk. DOCTOR: She was his family. The photo depicts RAHUL and his sister all dressed up. If the DOCTOR wasn’t determined before, she is now. INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, NIGHT The sonic screwdriver whirs as the DOCTOR scans the pieces of the pod. It bleeps as she looks at the readings. RYAN: Did you just make that? DOCTOR: Sonic screwdriver. Well, I say screwdriver, but it's a bit more multi-purpose than that. She continues scanning as she shuffles around the pod. DOCTOR: Scanner, diagnostics, tin opener. More of a . . . sonic Swiss Army Knfe. (Looks up to be clear.) Only without the Knfe. Only idiots carry knives. She goes back to scanning. RYAN: What were you doing with it? DOCTOR: Mapping the distance this object has travelled. It looks like it started over six-thousand galaxies away. YASMIN: How can you tell? The DOCTOR runs over to point at the metal section of the pod still intact, with a triangular red piece and yellow crystals, one of which the DOCTOR took for the sonic screwdriver. DOCTOR: That bit there. Recall circuitry. It's designed for a return journey. GRAHAM: So whatever klled that bloke will have to come back here? DOCTOR: Question is, why did it leave? What's it looking for? GRACE: What's your best guess, love? DOCTOR: (Sighs and stands.) Two aliens, one city, one night. Best guess? Two species at wr using Earth as a battleground. YASMIN: Are you joking? The DOCTOR quickly passes behind the four of them. DOCTOR: Nope. Sorry. GRAHAM points at the DOCTOR, trying to work it out, while she finds a large bag and a large bottle. GRAHAM: So- so you're saying that the creature on the train and the thing that come out of here, they're now looking for each other, spoiling for a scrap? DOCTOR: Bit more than a scrap. The DOCTOR walks past them with the bag and bottle and begins to fill the bag with stuff. YASMIN: What are we gonna do? Because this is my home, and I'm not having it being an alien battleground. DOCTOR:We stop them meeting, capture them, send them home, away from each other and away from Earth. She studies something like a radio, turning a dial, before putting it in the bag. RYAN: How do we do that? DOCTOR: Well, give me a minute, I'm working on it. GRAHAM: Not to sound like a stuck record, but can I just ask about these DNA bmb? Like, how long have we got left? DOCTOR: (Turns to face them.) Enough questions! You lot, you love to chat, I get it. Lots to do, I'm working on it all. And I haven't forgotten about your collar bones, Graham. GRAHAM’s phone rings. DOCTOR: Give me nine minutes, a bit of quiet, and I'll be ready to roll. She turns back to her stash as GRAHAM steps away with his phone. DOCTOR: Scout's honour. GRAHAM: Hello? Yeah, Kevin. The DOCTOR drapes a coiled cable over her shoulder. GRAHAM’s face lights up. GRAHAM: No. No, mate. That's exactly the sort of thing. The DOCTOR grabs a metal rod connected to some kind of mechanism and walks off with determination. EXT. ROAD, NIGHT A half-slice of tomato drops onto the ground with a small splash on the wet road. DEAN: No! Nuh-uh. A drunk man staggers down the road, picking things out of his takeout salad and throwing them on the ground. A slice of cucumber lands next to the tomato. He slows when he looks up, seeing the creature from the pod. The creature steps toward him and steam pours out of the unit on his back with a hiss. He growls softly and cocks his head slightly. DEAN: Halloween's next month, mate. Steam continues to drift out of the creature’s metal suit. The drunk man starts throwing his vegetables at the creature. He stands unamused as tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions fly off his armor. DEAN: Eat my salad, Halloween! He keeps throwing food at the creature. His face suddenly falls and the creature stomps toward him. He grabs the man’s face as his palm glows and zaps and the man screams. Lightning flashes in the sky. The creature kneels and pulls a tooth out of his newest victim. He stands and looks toward the sky. Electric flashes reflect in his faceplate. He stomps away, smashing the boxed salad under his boot. EXT. ROOFTOP, NIGHT The mass of wires is still zapping. The DOCTOR and company appear. DOCTOR: Hi. Us again! They quickly surround it, putting devices on the ground around it, and the DOCTOR clips a jumper cable to a metal tower. DOCTOR: Now! GRACE jabs the metal rod into the creature. She groans through her teeth and her face lights up as the creature zaps madly. It falls to the ground once again, lifeless. RYAN: Get in! It actually worked. DOCTOR: Course it worked! I'm not an amateur. They all look down at it and the DOCTOR bends over. DOCTOR: Overloaded its sockets, stunned it for a bit. Not sure for how long, though. (Kneels, pulling out the sonic screwdriver.) Best be quick. And thank you to Kevin the bus driver for location intel. The sonic screwdriver whirs as she scans the pile of cables. GRAHAM looks proud of himself. GRAHAM: See? Always ask a bus driver. GRACE and YASMIN smile at him, but RYAN shakes his head. DOCTOR: Half-organic, half-machine, starts to make sense now. She looks at her readings. She stands and looks at the creature. DOCTOR: Wait. It's a Gathering Coil. No, dozens of Gathering Coils! (Kneels and gestures.) These tentacle-y things, they're creatures which gather information. They've been lashed together and augmented into one super-creature. But why? What data are they gathering? (Stands, having an idea.) Unless . . . . YASMIN: So that's an alien species? DOCTOR: Not really. More of a semi-species, wapon biotech. YASMIN: You said there were two aliens in a battle. DOCTOR: You're right, I did, but now I think I'm wrong and I'm trying to catch up with what that might mean. (Thinks a moment.) If I can access the data it's gathered . . . . She points the sonic screwdriver at it and a blue holographic image appears with a flash, startling everyone. GRAHAM: Whoa! The image spins slowly. It is a human face. GRAHAM: It's Karl from the train! DOCTOR: Karl's the data. That's what it was gathering on the train! GRAHAM: But . . . what would the alien want with him? TZIM-SHA: Which one of you shall I kll first? They all look up to see the creature standing in his cloud of steam. DOCTOR: I'm voting none of us. (Quickly walking to the front of the group.) Get behind me now. The creature takes a step and the DOCTOR raises a hand. DOCTOR: Stop right there. Come any further and we'll blast whatever that thing is. (Points.) TZIM-SHA: You're interfering in things you don't understand. DOCTOR: Yeah, well, we all need a hobby. TZIM-SHA: You're not human. Who are you? She steps forward, ready to give a dramatic speech. DOCTOR: Me? I'm . . . . (Growls and turns away.) Oh, it's gone again! I had it a minute ago, it's so annoying! (Faces him, back on track.) Same question, back at you. No, in fact, before that, because it's really bugging me. No, actually not bugging me, offending me! Why the teeth? Bad enough you kll, why take a tooth from the victim? The creature’s armor hisses as he raises his hand to his helmet and removes the faceplate. The DOCTOR looks on, hardly affected by the gruesome sight. The creature’s skin is blue and dozens of teeth have been grafted into his face. TZIM-SHA: A Stenza warrior wears his conquests. RYAN’s face is contorted in disgust and YASMIN steps back with a horrified gasp. GRACE looks disgusted as well and GRAHAM looks like he isn’t comprehending what he’s seeing. TZIM-SHA: You may tell your children you were once privileged to encounter Tzim-Sha of the Stenza. DOCTOR: Tim Shaw? TZIM-SHA pauses, caught off-guard. TZIM-SHA: (hesitantly) Tzim-Sha. DOCTOR: (Inclining her ear.) Tim Shaw? TZIM-SHA: (angrily) Tzim-Sha! Soon to be leader of the Stenza warrior race, Conquerors of the Nine systems. DOCTOR: When you say "soon to be leader", what are you now, the office junior? GRAHAM: Hey, d-d- don't wind him up! TZIM-SHA: Tonight is my challenge. Trace and obtain the selected human trophy. DOCTOR: It's a hunt. You're on a hunt! TZIM-SHA: Well done. Your tiny mind must be burning with such effort. DOCTOR: Did he just say I had a small mind? TZIM-SHA: The challenge is simple, our leaders randomly designate a selected human. I'm sent here alone, no wapon, no assistance. I must locate and obtain the trophy and return home with it, victorious. By doing this, I ascend to leader. This is the ritual of the Stenza. YASMIN: This happened before. Rahul's sister. DOCTOR: Earth is not a hunting ground. TZIM-SHA: Access was granted. RYAN’s eyes widen, realizing what he means. RYAN: (emphatically) No, it wasn't. It was a misunderstanding. Access revoked, as of now, by me. DOCTOR: Just to pick up on one thing, you don't mind, do you? You said the rules were, "no wapon, no assistance." TZIM-SHA: Correct. DOCTOR: How did you kll them? What caused the ice burns? TZIM-SHA: We Stenza live in temperatures far below this planet. One touch of my cold skin will kll a human. DOCTOR: (Smiling.) So this super-powered Gathering Coil right here, you're not meant to have it, are you? TZIM-SHA: (Growls.) The creature is irrelevant. DOCTOR: I don't think it is. I think you smuggled it ahead of you. I think it located the "randomly designed human" for you. I think you broke the rules. Some leader you're going to make. TZIM-SHA just listens, refusing to give her the pleasure of seeing his anger. DOCTOR: Tim Shaw is a big, blue cheat. He raises his flashing hand with a growl and the DOCTOR jumps back. DOCTOR: Okay, fine, have it. She steps aside. Everyone moves away as TZIM-SHA approaches, keeping his palm aimed at the DOCTOR. He lowers his hand and kneels by the Gathering Coil. He touches it and blue strands of light trail up his arm. RYAN: What's it doing? DOCTOR: Total transference. The blue strands travel all the way up to TZIM-SHA’s head. He stands and faces them. DOCTOR: If you've finished, let's be really clear. You're not taking any human from Earth tonight. Leave now, or we're gonna stop you. TZIM-SHA: Good luck. TZIM-SHA crouches, activating a teleport system. Both he and the Gathering Coil vanish with an electrical buzz and a bright flash, causing everyone to shield their faces. The DOCTOR raises her hands in anger. DOCTOR: No! Short-range teleport! Double cheat! She sighs angrily as she turns to face the group. YASMIN: Where have they gone? DOCTOR: To hunt. RYAN: Hunt who? DOCTOR: Isn't it obvious? INT. KARL’S CRANE CAB, NIGHT KARL puts down his phone, which is playing a program called “you are valued” and picks up a mug of coffee. He sits back with a sigh and a smile. WOMAN ON RECORDING: I am special. KARL: I am special. WOMAN ON RECORDING: I am valued. KARL: I am valued. WOMAN ON RECORDING: Somebody out there wants me. KARL: Somebody out there wants me. He takes a sip, smiling. He pushes a lever and the cab of the crane begins to rotate. INT. SECURITY HUT, NIGHT At the entrance gate to the construction site, a security guard speaks on a video call at his desk in the security hut. He is not looking at the monitor which is split in four parts playing live video of the site. DENNIS: You stay up too late, madam. Let your mum get some sleep, she works very hard for you . . . . Mind you, I like it that you called me. Not every granddad's this lucky. A light flashes out the window and we see it in the footage on the computer at the same time. The security guard looks up at the window. He looks out for a moment before turning back to his video call. DENNIS: Daisy, love, I've gotta go now. I love you loads. He grabs his radio and parts the shades to look out. He leaves the window and approaches the intruder off-screen. DENNIS: What do you think you're- The hut glows bright blue and the security guard screams as TZIM-SHA takes another life. The hunter bends down and rips out a tooth. The lifeless hand of the security guard lies in a puddle, which TZIM-SHA steps in as he walks away. INT. GRACE’S CAR, NIGHT GRACE’s car drives down the road. YASMIN: Karl's number's going straight to voicemail. RYAN: Got him. Karl Wright, operator for Skylark Building Services. The DOCTOR turns a knob on the metal rod that GRACE used to disable the Gathering Coil. GRAHAM: I know where their site is. It ain't far. Grace, next right, love. The tires squeal as GRACE turns the wheel. INT. KARL’S CRANE, NIGHT TZIM-SHA rapidly climbs the crane. KARL has his hand on the lever, looking ready to fall asleep. He happens to glance down and looks in confusion for a moment, seeing a dark figure climbing the crane. He quickly grabs his radio. KARL: Dennis . . . there's someone climbing up to me cab. Dennis. KARL’s voice grows more urgent as the figure continues to climb. KARL: Dennis, it's Karl! EXT. ENTRANCE GATE, NIGHT A sign on the entrance gate reads “CAUTION Site Entrance” and “SITE SAFETY STARTS HERE.” The brakes squeak as GRACE stops in front of the gate. Everyone gets out and the DOCTOR runs to the gate with her big bag in one hand and waving the other. She stops to study the huge hole TZIM-SHA has made in the gate. EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NIGHT DENNIS’s hand lies in a puddle, still holding his muddy radio. The DOCTOR approaches as KARL’s voice comes through DENNIS’s radio. KARL: Dennis, I need help! Someone's on my crane! The DOCTOR picks up the radio and sighs as the group comes up behind her. DOCTOR: Oh, great. Karl's a crane operator. He would be, wouldn't he? RYAN notices the crane and TZIM-SHA climbing the side. RYAN: It's over there. GRAHAM: That creature's guarding the bottom of it. DOCTOR: Graham, Grace, I need you to take this equipment and get everybody off this site. Don't care how, use your initiative. Do not come back in, understand? GRAHAM and GRACE nod. DOCTOR: Ryan, Yaz, how are you with machinery . . . (Inhales dramatically.) and heights? EXT. DOCTOR’S CRANE, NIGHT RYAN, YASMIN, and the DOCTOR, waving her arms, run to the other crane and pause, looking up, before running to its base. The DOCTOR immediately begins climbing. DOCTOR: That tentacle-y thing is guarding Karl's crane, so we go up this one. YASMIN takes hold of one of the bars and she and RYAN look up at the DOCTOR. YASMIN: What do we do when we get up there? DOCTOR: (Stops to look down.) Don't worry, I've got a plan. (Continues climbing.) YASMIN: Really? DOCTOR: (Stops again.) Well, I will by the time we get to the top. She continues climbing. YASMIN looks at RYAN and begins climbing. She remembers RYAN and stops to look down. YASMIN: Are you all right with this? ‘Cause if it's a problem you don't have to do it. RYAN: I do. I can do this. YASMIN gives him an encouraging smile and continues. RYAN, with a flashlight in one hand, grabs a rung with purpose, looking up in determination to defy his label, tired of being treated like less. He begins to climb. EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NIGHT Construction workers walk past GRAHAM and GRACE, who are wearing likely stolen vests. GRAHAM: Thank you very much. Total site shutdown. Quick as you can, please. Thank you. Major power issues. Very serious. Emergency services on the way. GRACE: Off-site immediately, please. Matter of urgency. INT. KARL’S CRANE CAB, NIGHT KARL: (Trying not to panic.) You can't come up here! TZIM-SHA climbs closer and closer. KARL: Turn around, please. Go on! DOCTOR: Oi! Karl from the train! KARL looks for the source of her voice and spots the DOCTOR on the other crane. The DOCTOR waves her arm. DOCTOR: Up and over! Up and over! KARL: (high-pitched) You have got to be kidding! He looks down and sees the creature too close for comfort and begins breathing heavily. KARL: I am valued. I am special. He looks up to the hatch from which he can get onto the arm of the crane as TZIM-SHA’s armor bangs against the metal. EXT. KARL’S CRANE CAB, NIGHT KARL opens the hatch into the night air, panting in fear, where a little wind catcher is spinning madly. He puts on his hard hat. The DOCTOR sees that he’s coming out and continues her climb. EXT. DOCTOR’S CRANE, NIGHT RYAN is carefully climbing the ladder. As he steps up, his foot slips and he falls a rung. The flashlight goes spinning away, banging the structure as it falls. RYAN breathes heavily a moment before quickly calming down. YASMIN: (Looks down.) Ryan, are you okay? He nods and continues climbing, still a little shaken. EXT. KARL’S CRANE ARM, NIGHT KARL lands on the arm of the crane on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. He crawls along the platform. INT. KARL’S CRANE CAB, NIGHT The radio hanging in the empty cab buzzes with static. TZIM-SHA’s armored hand slams against the glass. He looks out at KARL, clawing his fingers against the glass, creating trails in the condensation. He pulls his fist back and crashes it straight through the window. EXT. KARL’S CRANE ARM, NIGHT KARL continues to crawl across the arm of the crane, breathing hard. He glances behind himself and talks to himself as he continues. KARL: I am confident. I achieve my goals. I achieve my goals. He passes a sign hanging from a chain that reads “Danger: Damaged handrail.” EXT. DOCTOR’S CRANE, NIGHT The DOCTOR takes RYAN’s arm and helps him up. RYAN: (Laughs.) Oh, we made it! He looks around, realizing how little room there is and how lacking the safety is. RYAN: Oh! Oh, no, no, no! It's way too high up here. YASMIN: What's the plan? You said you'd have a plan. DOCTOR: Nearly. Neeaarly, nearly. (Snaps both hands and inhales sharply.) I got one. (Pointing and swinging her arms.) I climb onto the arm of this crane, you swing the arm round next to Karl's crane. RYAN: Oh, no, you're kidding! DOCTOR: Karl steps across, you swing the arm away. I get him back in here, all back down for a cuppa and a fried egg sandwich. I'm really craving a fried egg sandwich. Simple, no? The wind doesn’t seem too strong, but the DOCTOR’s hair is starting to cover her face. YASMIN: Not really. DOCTOR: All right! It's a work in progress. But so’s life. It'll be fine! (Reaches into her pocket.) Ooh! I got these downstairs. One must work. Keys jangle as the DOCTOR places them in YASMIN’s hand. DOCTOR: You can figure out how to work a crane, right? Go. The DOCTOR runs down the arm, leaving YASMIN and RYAN to look at each other. EXT. DOCTOR’S CRANE ARM, NIGHT The DOCTOR runs down the arm and stops to look over the edge, holding onto some posts while the wind blows. She finally seems to realize what she’s gotten herself into. DOCTOR: Yup! Way too high. She continues more carefully. EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NIGHT GRACE is running toward the cranes. GRAHAM catches up to her and stops her by taking her arm. GRAHAM: Grace, she explicitly said not to come back and it's not safe! GRACE looks toward a flash. The Gathering Coil is zapping at the tower of the DOCTOR’s crane. GRACE: Look, it swapped cranes, it's trying to bring it down! She quickly pulls her lime green vest off and thrusts it at GRAHAM, crumpled in a ball. GRACE: We have to stop it. GRAHAM: Huh? She runs toward the crane. GRAHAM sighs as he removes his vest and follows her. EXT. KARL’S CRANE ARM, NIGHT KARL is struggling to keep it together and attempts to quickly straighten his hard hat, but it remains crooked, as he is too frightened to lift his hand off the ground for more than a second. He reaches the end, grabs a pole, and looks over the edge. He gasps in terror. INT. DOCTOR’S CRANE CAB, NIGHT Keys clang as one drops onto a pile. YASMIN sighs with frustration as she tosses down three more. She looks at one more. YASMIN: Last one. She slips it into the slot. She turns it and the machine whirrs to life. YASMIN: (Smiles.) Get in! A green light on the outside of the cab buzzes as it lights up and RYAN looks nervously out the window. YASMIN: Okay, now we just need to swing the arm around to meet that one. RYAN is poking at his phone to find out how to operate a crane. RYAN: Right, I think this shows us. Ready? He shows YASMIN and she looks at it. YASMIN: Every day's a learning day. She pushes a lever and the crane begins to rotate with a mechanical whir, the DOCTOR standing on the very edge of the arm. DOCTOR: Wrong way! Wrong way! RYAN: Wrong way. Wrong way! YASMIN: I know! Shut up! YASMIN looks at the phone and pushes the lever the other way. EXT. CRANES, NIGHT The DOCTOR smiles as the arm moves back toward KARL’s crane. She calls to KARL when the arms are close enough. DOCTOR: Hiya! Again! KARL yells back at her over the sound of the wind and the machines whirring. KARL: What's going on? DOCTOR: When the arms line up just . . . step across. He whimpers slightly and looks back, watching for TZIM-SHA. EXT. DOCTOR’S CRANE, NIGHT The Gathering Coil continues to zap dangerously on the tower of the DOCTOR’s crane. INT. DOCTOR’S CRANE CAB, NIGHT The green light turns off and a fuse box bursts with sparks, causing RYAN and YASMIN to jump and shield their faces. EXT. CRANES, NIGHT The DOCTOR’s crane halts its progression, causing the DOCTOR to stumble against the railing with a shout. DOCTOR: Whoa! Ahhh! She sighs as she recovers. Her crane is only a few feet away, but much lower than KARL’s. KARL: (voice squeaking) How am I supposed to get across there now? DOCTOR: When I said "step", obviously, I meant jump! (Waving toward herself.) Jump across! KARL: I can't do that! DOCTOR: Of course you can! Stand up! Quick jump. Chop chop, I'll catch you! KARL: I don't know! I'm not great with heights! DOCTOR: (confused) What? KARL: It's my dad's company. The metal clangs as TZIM-SHA lands on the arm of KARL’s crane and walks along the platform. DOCTOR: Pop on over! KARL looks at TZIM-SHA approaching and faces the DOCTOR, breathing hard. KARL: Okay! I am special. DOCTOR: Yes, you are! KARL: I am brave! (Pulls himself to his feet.) And I am . . . gonna . . . jump! DOCTOR: No time like the present! KARL whimpers and runs to the edge. He leaps off. The DOCTOR stands with arms wide. RYAN stops in mid-air, caught by TZIM-SHA holding the back of his shirt. He shouts and pants in fear. The DOCTOR watches helplessly. DOCTOR: Let him go! TZIM-SHA pulls KARL back up to the crane and drags him away, struggling. KARL: I'm sorry! The hunter drags his prey away. The DOCTOR takes a step back. DOCTOR: If you want something doing. She walks backwards down the arm as KARL continues to shout for help. She stops then breaks into a run. For the first time she isn’t waving her arms awkwardly, but pumping them powerfully. The DOCTOR with her tattered, baggy, gentleman’s suit and blonde hair sprints down the arm of the crane. GRAHAM and GRACE watch from the ground in shock. RYAN and YASMIN watch from the cab in shock. The four of them speak in unison. ALL: Oh, my god. The DOCTOR’s boot lands on the edge and she launches herself into the air, waving her arms and legs. She barely catches the edge of KARL’s crane and hangs with a shout. RYAN and YASMIN watch with concern. The DOCTOR stares down at the ground and her dangling legs. DOCTOR: These legs definitely used to be longer. She growls as she begins to pull herself up. She grabs the grating with one hand and a pole with the other as she growls again. She pulls herself over the edge and stands, panting. DOCTOR: Oi! Tim Shaw! TZIM-SHA stops. DOCTOR: You stop right there! He lets go of KARL, who is gasping in terror. KARL, although free for the moment, is too frightened to move. TZIM-SHA turns to face the DOCTOR and removes his mask. KARL: Ohh! He's got a face of teeth!? DOCTOR: I know. I've got this. (Looks up at TZIM-SHA.) Let him go. Or I destroy . . . this. She feels her pockets and looks down, searching frantically. DOCTOR: (Groans.) I really need a new coat. TZIM-SHA and KARL look at each other as something metal clanks in the DOCTOR’s pockets. The DOCTOR holds up the triangular red device from the pod. DOCTOR: This. The recall from the pod you travelled in. I took it out. Without this, you can't get home. TZIM-SHA just watches her coldly. DOCTOR: Yeah, see? Now you're worried. TZIM-SHA takes a step toward her and she takes a step back, holding the device over the edge. DOCTOR: If I fall, this falls with me. Then you're stuck. The DOCTOR and TZIM-SHA standoff on the arm of the crane. EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NIGHT Two bags drop on the ground. GRACE sorts through one and GRAHAM grunts as he lifts a large cable over his shoulder. GRACE looks at GRAHAM. GRACE: Yeah? GRAHAM: Yeah. GRACE: Come on. They walk away. EXT. KARL’S CRANE ARM, NIGHT DOCTOR: What do you do with them, your human trophies? TZIM-SHA: They're held in stasis in our trophy chambers on the cusp between life and death. DOCTOR: (sadly) Left to rot? How completely obscene. TZIM-SHA: They're not important. KARL: Hey! I'm important. DOCTOR: If I don't stop you, your people will keep doing this. TZIM-SHA: Give me the circuit. (Presses a button on his neck, which lights up yellow.) Or I detonate the bmb placed in your friends. DOCTOR: (disdainfully) More wapon. Did your pet put one in Karl too? KARL: What? TZIM-SHA: There was no need. He was tagged. He is the trophy. DOCTOR: I thought as much. Right, you detonate the bmb, I'll destroy the recall. So what are we gonna do? TZIM-SHA growls. EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NIGHT A padlock on a door clatters as GRACE breaks it with a crowbar and opens the door into a shed. She and GRAHAM look inside. GRACE: Right. You rewired the house, so you sort things out this end, I'll climb up. (Faces him.) GRAHAM: I don't want you doing that! GRACE: Graham, Ryan's in danger, we don't have time to argue. (Takes the rod from GRAHAM.) Give me the signal when you're ready. She walks away as GRAHAM looks back into the shed. GRAHAM: Okay. GRACE comes back and kisses GRAHAM. She looks at him with a huge smile. GRACE: Is it wrong to be enjoying this? GRAHAM: (emphatically) Yes! GRACE just laughs and kisses him again. She runs off and GRAHAM watches with concern and sighs. GRACE grabs a jumper cable and runs toward the Gathering Coil on the crane, the spool spinning as the cable unravels. EXT. KARL’S CRANE ARM, NIGHT DOCTOR: Poor Tim Shaw, the wannabe leader who has to cheat because he knows he's unworthy. See, that's why I know you won't detonate. Although, you could prove me wrong. Because we're all capable of the most incredible change. We can evolve while still staying true to who we are. We can honour who we've been and choose who we want to be next. Now's your chance. How about it? KARL looks up at TZIM-SHA. TZIM-SHA: Who are you? DOCTOR: (Smiles.) Yes. I'm glad you asked that again. Bit of adrenaline, dash of outrage, and a hint of panic knitted my brain back together. (Takes a few steps toward him.) I know exactly who I am. I'm the Doctor. Sorting out fair play throughout the universe. Now, please, get off this planet . . . while you still have a choice. TZIM-SHA: I choose to win. He presses the button on his neck again. The device begins beeping. GRAHAM is unaware of the beeping. So is GRACE, getting ready to climb the crane. RYAN and YASMIN are still watching from the cab, unable to discern what’s happening. TZIM-SHA suddenly growls in pain, staggering back and dropping his faceplate with a clang. DOCTOR: Sorry. I removed those nasty little things from my friends. She takes the sonic screwdriver out of her pocket and it lights up with a whir. DOCTOR: Swiss Army Sonic. Now with added Sheffield Steel. And I implanted them back in your creature. TZIM-SHA growls, bending forward, racked with another wave of pain. DOCTOR: Transference wasn't just data, it was physical. You got everything transferred to you, including five tiny bmb. He continues to groan as he staggers in pain. He lowers his head to glare at the DOCTOR. Black slime is oozing from beneath his helmet. DOCTOR: You had a choice. You did this to yourself. He yells in pain. DOCTOR: Go home. The DOCTOR tosses him the recall. KARL grunts as he kicks his leg out and trips TZIM-SHA, who falls through the damaged handrail and plummets to the ground with a scream. He connects the recall to his chestplate and vanishes. The DOCTOR runs to the broken rail and she and KARL look down. KARL: (yelling after TZIM-SHA) I am important! DOCTOR: You had no right to do that. KARL looks at her, confused. EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, NIGHT GRACE is standing on a bar just below the Gathering Coil. GRACE: Put a bmb in me, would you? She sticks the rod into the Gathering Coil and struggles to hold it as the creature’s tendrils writhe. GRACE: Now, Graham! GRAHAM pulls a lever and flinches with a grunt as sparks fly. The Gathering Coil shakes and writhes frantically, zapping red as well as blue. GRACE: It's working! GRACE struggles to hold the rod in the creature, grimacing with the light flashing on her face. With its last surge of energy, the Gathering Coil sends one last powerful bolt straight into GRACE’s chest. She falls off the crane as the Gathering Coil collapses into hundreds of individual cords. The cable swirls on the ground as it falls and the rod hits the ground. GRACE lies motionless on the wet cement. GRAHAM runs to her and kneels. She reaches up to caress his stunned face, breathing heavily. GRACE: Don't be cross with me. GRAHAM: I'm not cross, baby. I'm not cross. GRACE: Promise me . . . you won't be scared. GRAHAM: What? What do you mean? GRACE: Without me. Her eyes close. GRAHAM: (whispering) Grace. Her head falls to the side. He gently caresses her face. GRAHAM: (whispering) Grace. He just stares at her, the shock beginning to give way to grief. RYAN climbs down the ladder as quickly as he can and runs over, followed by YASMIN. RYAN crouches beside GRAHAM and looks at him mom, his face filled with horror, shock, and grief. The DOCTOR runs over silently, arms waving. GRAHAM holds RYAN and looks up at the DOCTOR, nothing but sadness in his face. The DOCTOR watches sadly. RYAN bends over his mother and everyone is silent. INT. COMPUTER SCREEN RYAN speaks while the screen is still black. RYAN: So today I want to talk about the greatest woman I ever met. Smart, funny, caring. Proper special. RYAN is continuing his YouTube video. He takes a deep breath. RYAN: My nan. He pauses, struggling to keep his emotions together. RYAN: Because, er . . . she died. RYAN is sitting in his room, facing a bright window. RYAN: First me mum six years ago and now me nan. It's like the best people get taken first. A photo of GRACE is on a desk between a camera and a figurine of a royal guard. RYAN: I had a lot to learn from her. And I were looking forward to that. She died like she lived, trying to help other people. I love you, Nan. And tomorrow . . . I'm going out there for you. EXT. HILLTOP, DAY RYAN walks his bike along the path on the hilltop. He brushes the grass off the pedal and spins it with his foot. He grips the handlebars with gloved hands. He takes a deep breath and holds it as he looks up in determination. He lets his breath out. He pushes the pedal and rides. He swerves badly, but manages to stay moving for a moment before falling with a groan. He pushes himself up, grunting. He pushes his bike and climbs on with a frustrated sigh. RYAN: Three, two, one. He rides and falls again. He hits the ground twice before standing and picking up his bike. He falls again, and again. He grunts angrily as he pushes his bike and grunts again as he climbs on. He growls at it, struggling to hold back tears. The DOCTOR is watching enigmatically from a distance, still in the tattered black coat. She watches him ride and fall again, and pick himself up. INT. CHAPEL FOYER, DAY A photo of GRACE sits on a table between two candles. RYAN stands in front of the glass doors of the chapel, staring out. The DOCTOR approaches and stands beside him, her hands in her pockets. She has lost the coat in order to look decent, but still wears the rest of 12’s outfit with the long sleeves rolled up. DOCTOR: What time did your dad say he'd get here? RYAN: Two hours ago. DOCTOR: (optimistically) If he said he'll come . . . . RYAN: He says a lot of things. The DOCTOR nods, understanding. RYAN: He's never been the best at being reliable. He looks at the DOCTOR and she just nods quietly. He looks out the door again. RYAN: I mean, how can he not be here? She's his mum. She would have wanted him here. The DOCTOR just watches him. RYAN: I want him here. The DOCTOR looks sadly out with RYAN. INT. CHAPEL SANCTUARY, DAY The high roof peaks in a pentagon. A chandelier of candles hangs low. GRAHAM: Lots of you knew Grace longer than me. GRAHAM stands under an arch of purple, teal, and gold balloons in front of two tables, each with two candles. The pews are full. GRAHAM: So I can't stand here and pretend to know everything about her. I wasn't her first husband, but . . . she said I would do for a second attempt. Light chuckling spreads around the room. RYAN looks down with a little sad smile. GRAHAM rubs and wrings his hands. GRAHAM: I can only tell you about the Grace I met when I thought I didn't have much time left. The, erm . . . the Grace that showed me life had more to offer. And . . . and I know that if she was here now she would tell us not to be so sad. He tries to smile. RYAN’s face is blank. GRAHAM: You see, I can hear her saying to me, "Graham . . . we had three glorious years. What are you complaining about?" YASMIN watches respectfully, not having known GRACE long enough to grieve. The DOCTOR is standing and watching stoically from the back. GRAHAM: I'm complaining because I wanted more. You see, Grace was a better person than I could ever be. And . . . I should have gone. And Grace should still be here. He tries to smile and nods gently to himself. RYAN just stares and looks down. EXT. RYAN’S HOUSE, DAY The DOCTOR, wearing the coat again, YASMIN, GRAHAM, and RYAN stand on the brick steps outside RYAN’s house. DOCTOR: What did you mean in your speech, you thought you'd "run out of time?" GRAHAM: (Hesitates to answer.) Oh, well, I, erm . . . I had cancer, and, er . . . . Well, strictly speaking, I'm . . . still in remission. Three years gone. And, er . . . Grace was my chemo nurse, that's where we met . . . and fell in love. So, by rights, I . . . I shouldn't even be here. They sit in silence for a moment. YASMIN: (to the DOCTOR) Have you got family? DOCTOR: (Pauses before responding.) No. Lost them a long time ago. RYAN: How do you cope with that? DOCTOR: I carry them with me. What they would have thought, and said, and done. Make them a part of who I am. GRAHAM nods silently. DOCTOR: So even though they're gone from the world, they're never gone from me. GRAHAM: (Smiles.) That's the sort of thing Grace would have said. RYAN looks down. YASMIN: So everything we saw, everything we've lied to people about . . . is this normal for you? DOCTOR: I'm just a traveller. (Smiles.) Sometimes I see things need fixing, and do what I can. Except, right now, I'm a traveller without a ship. I’ve stayed too long. I should get back to finding my TARDIS. She turns to leave. YASMIN: Doctor! Can I just say . . . you really need to get out of those clothes. The DOCTOR looks down at her brned and ragged suit meant for a man much taller than her. GRAHAM smiles and RYAN laughs. DOCTOR: Right, yeah. She looks uncertain and looks up at them for help. DOCTOR: It's been a long time since I bought women's clothes. INT. SHOP, DAY A huge mess has piled up outside the dressing room. The DOCTOR throws more clothes out. DOCTOR: Er, not that. Not that. RYAN is on his phone and YASMIN holds another pile of clothes. DOCTOR: Pfft! Not that! (Growls.) Not that. (Gasps.) Yes! Now that's what I want! The DOCTOR flings open the curtains with a satisfied sigh, arms spread wide. She has her blue capris, yellow suspenders, a black shirt with a multi-colored stripe across the center, a long, pale blue, hooded coat with dark blue inside, and big brown boots. YASMIN: (incredulous) That's what you're going with? RYAN nods slightly, approving. The DOCTOR grins widely. DOCTOR: Yup. (Sticks her hands in her coat pockets.) Got any cash? Empty pockets. RYAN and YASMIN look at each other. RYAN nods toward the DOCTOR, telling YASMIN to pay for the clothes. DOCTOR: Also, I've been thinking about my TARDIS. With a closeup instead of the wide sht, we see the DOCTOR has a basic round earring and a piercing on top of her left ear. DOCTOR: Do you think you guys might be able to help me? INT. INDUSTRIAL UNIT, DAY In the daytime, properly lit, the place is even more of a disaster area, items, tools, machines, and contraptions cluttering shelves and littering the floor. Metal clanks and clatters. A desk is full of mechanisms, contraptions, wires, and circuit boards. YASMIN, GRAHAM, and RYAN stand at a distance, GRAHAM and YASMIN holding different contraptions. The DOCTOR stands up with a cable and blows on it before plugging it in. She turns a wheel, which squeaks. GRAHAM: How long have we gotta stand here for? I'm getting cramp. DOCTOR: Seriously, Graham! Trying to concentrate here. RYAN: (to GRAHAM) Do you understand what she's doing? GRAHAM shakes his head and RYAN sighs. DOCTOR: (Typing.) My ship uses a particular type of energy. I've tracked that energy trail from the moment I lost it to where it is now. She raises a finger and walks to the remains of the pod. She whirrs the sonic screwdriver at it. DOCTOR: Now, given this is a transport pod I'm configuring it to send me to the planet where my ship seems to have ended up. She looks at the readings and stands, stowing the sonic screwdriver in her coat pocket. YASMIN: You're going to another planet? The DOCTOR jumps back to the setup on the desk and pushes some buttons. DOCTOR: Well, I'm trying to, except Stenza technology is really annoying and super hard to decipher. (Faces them and points at the device.) Hundred and thirty-nine layers, seven of which don't make sense. (Pushes a few more buttons before turning back to the group.) Right. Graham. She bends down to the remains of the pod. GRAHAM: Yeah? DOCTOR: Clamp those onto there. She hands him two jumper cables. He struggles to take them, still holding a boxy contraption. GRAHAM: All right. DOCTOR: (Points.) Yaz, throw the cable onto the top. YASMIN clamps a cable to a grill. DOCTOR: Ryan, you turn on the switch. RYAN: All right. The DOCTOR takes a step back and a deep breath. GRAHAM has the cables connected to his box. DOCTOR: Okay, you three. I'm almost gonna miss you. YASMIN smiles, trying to enjoy her last moment with the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR looks as the contraption beeps. DOCTOR: That's it. It's connected up. This should work. She remembers a last minute adjustment and turns a dial on a microwave. She turns back to the group as a whirr rises in volume and pitch. DOCTOR: Moment of truth, then. Wish me luck. (Pulls out the sonic screwdriver with a sigh.) And goodbye. RYAN and YASMIN wave a little. The DOCTOR sighs and closes her eyes. DOCTOR: Oh, deep breath. RYAN takes a deep breath. DOCTOR: Not you lot, me. She takes a deep breath and holds it, then points the sonic screwdriver and it whirrs. She squeezes her eyes shut and turns away, groaning with anticipation. GRAHAM also grimaces a little. The whirring still grows almost to a screech. The dial of the microwave has almost reached zero. The cables connected to GRAHAM’s box glow blue with electricity, as does the sonic screwdriver. The DOCTOR warps into a point and vanishes. But so have RYAN, GRAHAM, and YASMIN. GRAHAM’s box falls to the floor and the microwave dings in an empty room. EXT. SPACE A gorgeous inky blackness, swirled with the deepest blues, dotted with sparkles of white. With an electric zapping noise, the DOCTOR appears, her hair and hood floating weightlessly around her head. She slowly opens her eyes and a look of horror comes over her face as she realizes where she is. Still holding the sonic screwdriver aloft, she looks at RYAN, GRAHAM, and YASMIN, floating helplessly. GRAHAM’s face fills with horror and RYAN grabs at his throat. The DOCTOR looks out at the empty, endless void.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who_", "episode": "11x01 - The Woman Who Fell to Earth"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [A hand taps out Morse code. A train whistle blows. Mr Bates sits in one of the cars. A woman takes down the telegram message.] Woman: Oh, my God. Man: That's impossible. I'll take it up there now. Woman: Don't be stupid. None of them will be up for hours and what difference will it make? [She hands him the telegram.] Woman: Jimmy'll do it when he comes in. April 1912 [DOWNTON ABBEY, SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - MORNING] [Daisy knocks on the housemaids' bedroom door.] Daisy: Six o'clock! [HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - MORNING] [Gwen sits up in bed.] Gwen: Thank you, Daisy. Anna. [Anna stirs in her bed.] Anna: For once in my life I'd like to sleep until I woke up natural. [KITCHENS - MORNING] Mrs Patmore: Is your fre still in? Daisy: Yes, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: Oh, my, my, will wonders never cease? Have you laid the servants' hall breakfast? Daisy: Yes, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: And finished blacking that stove? Daisy: Yes, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: What about the bedroom fires? Daisy: All lit, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: Right, well, take your things and get started on the fires on the ground floor. [Daisy carries a bucket of firewood through the servants' hall and up through the main rooms into the library.] Housemaid 2 (to Daisy): Now hurry up. [Daisy hurries through the library. A footman, Thomas, enters with a silver tray with two drinks. He collects two more in another room.] Thomas: Any sign of William? Housemaid 2: No. [Thomas enters the breakfast room where William is laying the tablecloth.] Thomas: Where have you been? William: I'm not late, am I? Thomas: You're late when I say you're late. [DRAWING ROOM - MORNING] [Anna and Gwen open the windows and fluff the pillows.] Anna: Daisy? Whatever are you doing there crouching in the dark? Daisy: You weren't here and I didn't want to touch the curtains with my dirty hands. Gwen: And quite right, too. Anna: Why didn't you put the lights on? Daisy: I daren't. Gwen: Well, it's electricity, not the devil's handiwork. You'll have to get used to it sooner or later. Anna: Skelton Park have even got it in the kitchens. Daisy: What for? [SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - MORNING] [Mrs Hughes, the housekeeper, walks with the keys. William knocks on the butler's door while he's polishing the silver.] William: Breakfast is ready, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: Ah, William, any papers yet? William: They're late. Mr Carson: They certainly are. Get the board out so you can do them as soon as they're here. [William sets up a board used for ironing the newspaper.] [DRAWING ROOM - MORNING] Mrs Hughes: Is the library tidy? Anna: Yes, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: Good. I want the dining room given a proper going over today. You can do it when they've finished their breakfast. Oh, heavens, girl! You're building a fre, not inventing it. How many have you done? Daisy: This is my last till they come downstairs. Mrs Hughes: Very well. Now, get back down to the kitchens before anyone sees you. [EXT. DOWNTON - MORNING] [The paperboy cycles up to Downton. Lady Mary gets out of bed and sees him ride past her window. She rings the bell.] [SERVANTS' HALL - MORNING] [The bell for the Queen Caroline room rings as the servants are eating breakfast.] Thomas: And they're off. Mrs Hughes: No rest for the wicked. [Mrs Patmore looks at the bells] Mrs Patmore: Lady Mary. Are the tea trays ready? [Anna gets up from the table.] Anna: All ready, Mrs Patmore, if the water's boiled. Could you give us a hand to take the other two up? Miss O'Brien: I've got Her Ladyship's to carry. Gwen: I'll help. [Another bell rings.] Mrs Hughes: Back door. Mr Carson: The papers at last. William. [EXT. BACK DOOR - MORNING] [The paperboy reads the newspaper as William steps out.] William: You're late. Paperboy: Yeah. I--I know, but-- William: But what? Paperboy: You'll see. [MR CARSON'S OFFICE - MORNING] [William irons the newspaper.] Mr Carson: Do The Times first. He only reads that at breakfast, and The Sketch for Her Ladyship. You can manage the others later if need be. [William nods as Carson leaves. He starts to fold up the paper, but stops when he sees something and reads it.] [SERVANTS' HALL - MORNING] Daisy: Why are the papers ironed? Mrs Patmore: What's it to you? Miss O'Brien: To dry the ink, silly. We won't want His Lordship's hands as black as yours. [More bells ring. Daisy finishes clearing the table and Miss O'Brien gets up.] William: Mr Carson, I think you ought to see this. [William hands him the newspaper.] [KITCHENS - MORNING] Mrs Hughes: I can't make myself believe it. Mrs Patmore: Me neither. Thomas: His Lordship's dressed. [Mrs Patmore looks over at William who is talking to Daisy.] Mrs Patmore: William! Will you stop talking and take this kedgeree up, and mind the burners are still lit. William: Yes, Mrs Patmore. [William takes the dish and heads out.] Thomas: Is it really true? William: Afraid so. Mrs Patmore: Nothing in life is sure. [BREAKFAST ROOM - MORNING] [Robert, Earl of Grantham, descends the stairs with his dog.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Morning, Carson. Mr Carson: Good morning, my lord. [Robert dishes up the breakfast buffet for himself.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is it true what they're saying? Mr Carson: I believe so, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm afraid we'll know some people on it. I don't suppose there are any lists of survivors yet? Mr Carson: I understand most of the ladies were taken off in time. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You mean the ladies in first class? [Carson nods grimly.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: God help the poor devils below decks. [Robert takes his breakfast to the table and puts the napkin in his lap as he sits down.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: On their way to a better life. What a tragedy. [Robert opens the newspaper to see a picture of the Titanic. Lady Mary and Lady Edith enter and read over his shoulder.] Lady Edith: When Anna told me, I thought she must've dreamt it. Lady Mary: Do we know anyone on board? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Your mother knows the Asters. At least, she knows him. We dined with Lady Rothfuss last month. There are bound to be others. Lady Edith: I thought it was supposed to be unsinkable. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Every mountain is unclimbable until someone climbs it, so every ship is unsinkable until it sinks. Thomas: My lady. [Thomas hands Lady Sybil a tray with the post and she takes the letter before she enters.] Lady Sybil: Good morning, Papa. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Morning. What's that? Lady Sybil: Just arrived. Telegram. [Robert opens it while he continues to read the paper. Then he is stunned by the telegram's contents. His daughters stare at him, waiting. He gets up from the table without a word.] [CORRIDOR - MORNING] [Robert passes Miss O'Brien as he walks down the hall.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is Her Ladyship awake? Miss O'Brien: Yes, Milord. I'm just going to take in her breakfast. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thank you. [Robert knocks on a door. There's a muffled reply behind the door.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: May I come in? [Robert enters.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Cora is reading the Daily Sketch.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Isn't this terrible? When you think how excited Lucy Rothfuss was at the prospect. It's too awful for any words. Did J.J. Aster get off? Of course, that new wife of his has bound to have been rescued. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I've had a telegram from George Murray. One of his partners is in New York. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Yes? Robert, Earl of Grantham: It seems James and Patrick were on board. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What? They can't have been. They weren't going over till may. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Then they changed their plans. They're definitely on the passenger list. [O'Brien brings the breakfast tray to Cora in bed.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Thank you, O'Brien, that'll be all for the moment. (to Robert) But surely there were picked up? Robert, Earl of Grantham: It doesn't look like it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What? [Cora puts her breakfast tray aside.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Neither of them? You must tell Mary. She can't hear about it from anyone else. [Robert nods.] [SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [A man walks with a cane and a travel bag.] [LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - DAY] [O'Brien holds a white cloth as she talks to Anna and Gwen as the house maids make the bed.] Miss O'Brien: "Neither of them were picked up," that's what he said. Anna: Mr Crawley and Mr Patrick? Miss O'Brien: That's what he said. Her Ladyship was the colour of this cloth. Gwen: Well, it's a terrible shame if it's true. Miss O'Brien: It's worse than a shame. It's a complication. [O'Brien leaves. Gwen and Anna follow O'Brien down the servants' staircase.] Gwen: Well, what do you mean? Miss O'Brien: What do you think? Mr Crawley was His Lordship's cousin and heir to the title. Gwen: Well, but I thought Lady Mary was the heir. Miss O'Brien: She's a girl, stupid. Girls can't inherit. But now Mr Crawley's dad, and Mr Patrick was his only son. So, what happens next? Anna: It's a dreadful thing. [The maids find Mr Bates standing in the servants' corridor with his cane and travel bag.] Mr Bates: Hello. I've been waiting at the back door. I knocked, but no one came. Miss O'Brien: So you pushed in? Mr Bates: I'm John Bates, the new valet. Miss O'Brien: The new valet? Mr Bates: That's right. [O'Brien looks down at Bates's cane.] Miss O'Brien: You're early. Mr Bates: Came on the milk train, thought I'd use the day to get to know the place, start tonight. Anna: I'm Anna, the head housemaid. [Anna shifts the sheets and candle in her arms to shake his hand.] Mr Bates: How do you do? [Bates reaches to shake O'Brien's hand, but she doesn't take it.] Miss O'Brien: And I'm Miss O'Brien, Her Ladyship's maid. You better come along with us. [Anna and Bates exchange a small smile before following into the servants' hall.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Mrs Hughes: But how can you manage? Mr Bates: Don't worry about that. I can manage. Mrs Patmore: Because we've all got our own work to do. Mr Bates: I can manage. Mr Carson: All right, Mrs Hughes, I'll take over, thank you. Good morning, Mr Bates. Welcome. I hope your journey was satisfactory. Mr Bates: It was fine, thank you. Mr Carson: I am the butler at Downton. My name is Carson. Mr Bates: How do you do, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: This is Thomas, first footman. He's been looking after His Lordship since Mr Watson left. It'll be a relief to get back to normal, won't it, Thomas? [Thomas gives a short, insincere smile. Mr Carson turns to Mrs Hughes.] Mr Carson: I assume that everything is ready for Mr Bates's arrival? Mrs Hughes: I put him in Mr Watson's old room. Though he left it in quite a state, I can tell you. Mrs Patmore: But what about all them stairs? Mr Bates: I keep telling you...I can manage. Anna: Of course you can. [Bates and Anna exchange a friendly smile.] Mr Carson: Thomas, take Mr Bates to his room and show him where he'll be working. [Thomas and Bates leave.] Mr Carson: Thank you everyone. Miss O'Brien: Well, I can't see that lasting long. Mr Carson: Thank you, Miss O'Brien. [Carson leaves. Carson looks up at the daunting flights of stairs and Thomas smiles before ascending ahead of him.] [INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR - DAY] [Bates is panting as they walk down the corridor. Thomas opens the door to his room and Bates looks at the modest wardrobe, chair, washing basin, cots, nightstand, and dresser.] Mr Bates: Oh, yes. I shall be comfortable here. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Lady Mary: Does this mean I'll have to go into full mourning? [Robert is shocked and upset.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: My first cousin and his son are almost certainly dad. We will all be in mourning. Lady Mary: No. I mean, with the other thing. After all, it wasn't official. Robert, Earl of Grantham: If you're saying you do not wish to mourn Patrick as a fiancé, that is up to you. Lady Mary: Well, no one knew about it outside the family. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I repeat, it is up to you. Lady Mary: Well, that's a relief. [She looks up at her father, realizing how that sounded. Robert turns to sit down at his desk and Mary leaves.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - DAY] [Thomas shows Bates around the house.] Thomas: There's some cedar-lined cupboards in the attics for things that aren't often worn, travelling clothes and such. Mr Watson used them to rotate the summer and winter stuff; I'll show you later. Mr Bates: What about studs and links? Do I choose them, or does he? Thomas: Lay them out unless he asks for something in particular. These for a ball, these for an ordinary dinner, these only in London. Mr Bates: I'll get the hang of it. Thomas: Yeah, you'll have to. [Mr Bates lifts a lid on a case.] Thomas: Snuff boxes. He collects them. Mr Bates: Beautiful. Funny our job, isn't it? Thomas: What do you mean? Mr Bates: The way we live with all this, pirates horde within our reach. But none of it's ours, is it? Thomas: No, none of it's ours. [INT. CORRIDOR - DAY] [Thomas stops as he passes O'Brien in the corridor.] Thomas: I can't believe I've been passed over for Long John Silver. Miss O'Brien: You should've spoken up when you had the chance. Don't make the same mistake next time. Thomas: Who says there'll be a next time? [Mrs Hughes enters the corridor.] Mrs Hughes: Is this a public holiday no one's told me of? [Thomas continues on his way.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Robert and Cora go on a walk with the dog.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: She was certainly reluctant to go into mourning. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, she'll have to; we all will. O'Brien's sorting out my black now, and I've told Anna to see what the girls have that still fits. Of course, this alters everything. You won't try to deny it. You must challenge the entail now, surely? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Can't we at least wait until we know they're dad before we discuss it? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't talk as if I'm not broken-hearted, because I am. Of course, I've never understood why this estate must go to whomever inherits your title. Robert, Earl of Grantham: My dear, I don't make the law. [Mr Carson approaches them from the house.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What is it? Mr Carson: The Dowager Countess is in the drawing room. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'll come now. Mr Carson: She asked for Lady Grantham. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I wonder what I've done wrong this time. Mr Carson: And the new valet has arrived, My Lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Has he? Er...thank you, Carson. [Carson clears his throat.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What is it? Mr Carson: I'm not entirely sure that he'll prove equal to the task, but Your Lordship will be the judge of that. [Carson returns to the house and Robert turns to Cora.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Better go. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Tell her about James and Patrick; she won't have heard. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [Violet is dressed in black.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Of course I've heard. Why else would I be here? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Robert didn't want you to read about it in a newspaper and be upset. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: He flatters me. I'm tougher than I look. [Cora sighs.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'm very sorry about poor Patrick, of course. He was a nice boy. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We were all so fond of him. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But I never cared for James. He was too like his mother and a nastier woman never drew breath. [Cora puts on a smile.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Will you stay for some luncheon? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Thank you. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'll let Carson know. [Cora heads for the door.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I've already told him. Shall we sit down? [They sit.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Do you know the new heir? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Only that there is one. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: He's Robert's third cousin, once removed. I have never, well, to my knowledge, set eyes on him. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course, if your late husband hadn't forced me to sign that absurd act of legal theft-- [Violet puts up a hand.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: My dear, I didn't come here to fight. Lord Grantham wanted to protect the estate. It never occurred to him that you wouldn't have a son. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, I didn't. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No...you did not. But when Patrick had married Mary, and you grandson been hailed as master, honour would have been satisfied. Unfortunately, now... Cora, Countess of Grantham: Now a complete unknown has the right to pocket my money, along with the rest of the swag. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: The problem is, saving your dowry would break up the estate. It would be the ruin of everything Robert's given his life to. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And he knows this? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, if he doesn't, he will. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Then there's no answer. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes, there is, and it's a simple one. The entail must be smashed in its entirety, and Mary recognized as heiress of all. Cora, Countess of Grantham: There's nothing we can do about the title. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No. She can't have the title. But she can have your money. And the estate. I didn't run Downton for thirty years to see it go lock, stock, and barrel to a stranger from God knows where. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Are we to be friends, then? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: We are allies, my dear, which can be a good deal more effective. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Daisy carries a pitcher from the kitchens to the servants' hall where the servants are sitting down to luncheon.] Mr Carson: Downton is a great house, Mr Bates, and the Crawleys are a great family. We live by certain standards and those standards can at first seem daunting. Mr Bates: Of course. Mr Carson: If you find yourself tongue-tied in the presence of His Lordship, I can only assure you that his manners and grace will soon help you to perform your duties to the best of your ability. Mr Bates: I know. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Bates! [All of the servants stand.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: My dear fellow. I do apologise, I should have realised you'd all be at luncheon. Mr Carson: Not at all, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please, sit. Sit, everyone. I just want to say a quick hello to my old comrade in arms. Bates, my dear man, welcome to Downton. [They shake hands.] Mr Bates: Thank you, sir. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm so sorry to have disturbed you all. Please forgive me. [Robert leaves and the ones who seated themselves rise slightly in their chairs. The servants turn their surprised looks on Mr Bates. He shrugs.] Mr Bates: You never asked. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Patmore: Thomas, take that up. [Daisy moves to help him.] Mrs Patmore: Easy, Daisy, he's a grown man! I suppose he can lift a meat pie. [Daisy smiles brightly at Thomas as he exits with the tray.] Mrs Patmore: Now, put that apple tart in the lower oven. [Daisy complies.] Mrs Patmore: Oh, and take that away. Mr Lynch shouldn't have left it there. Daisy: What is it? Mrs Patmore: Salt of sorrel. I asked him for some to clean the brass pots. So, put it somewhere careful; it's poison. Daisy: Seems like a lot of food when you think they're all in mourning. Mrs Patmore: Nothing makes you hungrier or more tired than grief. [Daisy gazes after Thomas with a smitten smile as he takes up the next dish.] Mrs Patmore: When my sister died, God rest her soul, I ate my way through four platefuls of sandwiches at one sitting and slept 'round the clock. Daisy: Did it make you feel better? Mrs Patmore: Not much, but it passed the time. Oh, my lord. What was this chopped egg suppose to be sprinkled on? Daisy: Was it the chicken? Mrs Patmore: It was. Take it upstairs now. Daisy: I can't go in the dining room. Mrs Patmore: I should think not! Find Thomas or William and tell them what to do. Oh, for heaven's sake, get a move on, girl, before they get back from church! [Daisy grabs the bowl and rushes out.] [EXT. CHURCHYARD - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, we've given them a memorial in London and a memorial here. George Murray: I prefer memorials to funerals, they're less dispiriting. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We could hardly have held a funeral without the bodies. George Murray: I gather they're putting up a stone to mark those whose bodies were never found. In fact, I hear the Canadians are making quite a thing of the Titanic cemetery. I'm surprised at the number they found. You'd think the sea would've taken more of them. Robert, Earl of Grantham: So, Murray, what have you to tell me about the lucky Mr Crawley? Nothing too terrible, I hope. [Murray chuckles.] George Murray: I've only made a few inquiries, but no, there's, er, not much to alarm you. Matthew Crawley is a solicitor based in Manchester. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Manchester? George Murray: His special field is company law. His mother is alive and he lives with her, his father obviously is not; he was a doctor. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I know. It does seem odd that my third cousin should be a doctor. George Murray: There are worse professions. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Indeed. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [William stops to wipe his brow and Daisy rushes up to him.] Daisy: Do me a favour, this is supposed to be sprinkled on the chicken. William: Isn't there more to go up? Daisy: Oh, please, it won't take a moment! William: All right, give it to me. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [The mourners walk back to the house.] George Murray: We ought to talk about the business of the entail. As you know, on your death the heir to the title inherits everything except for the sums set aside for your daughters and your widow. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes? George Murray: Owing to the terms of her settlement, this will include the bulk of your wife's fortune. Robert, Earl of Grantham: (sigh) It has been our sole topic of conversation since the day the ship went down. George Murray: Of course, it must seem horribly unjust to Lady Grantham, but that is how the law stands. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is there really no way to detach her money from the estate? Even to me it seems absurd. George Murray: Your father tied the knots pretty tight; I'd say it's unbreakable. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I see. [Further back, Edith weeps into her handkerchief.] Lady Mary: Really, Edith, do you have to put on such an exhibition? Lady Sybil: She's not. Lady Mary: I was supposed to be engaged to him, for heaven's sake, not you, and I can control myself. Lady Edith: Then you should be ashamed. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Patmore: Oh, don't tell me you haven't sent up the egg yet! [Daisy panics and rushes out with the bowl. She grabs Gwen in the corridor.] Daisy: Oh, God! Help me! Please, God, help me! Gwen: What on earth's the matter? Daisy: Just run upstairs to the dining room and find William, I beg you! Gwen: I can't do that now. Daisy: You've got to. I'll be hanged if you don't. Gwen: What? William: Daisy, is that you? [William comes down the stairs with the bowl in his hand.] William: Is it the chicken in a sauce or the plain chicken with sliced oranges? Daisy: Oh, thank you blessed and merciful Lord! Thank you! [Daisy swaps the egg dish with the salt of sorrel that William's holding.] Daisy: It's the chicken in the sauce. I'll never do anything sinful again, I swear it, not till I die! [Gwen stares after Daisy in confusion.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT WALK - DAY] [Cora meets the mourning party at the front door.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Mr Murray, how lovely to see you. Do come in. George Murray: You're very kind, Lady Grantham, but I must get back to London. Cora, Countess of Grantham: But you'll stay for luncheon? George Murray: Thank you, but no. I'll eat on the train. In fact, if you'd be so good as to ask for the motor to be brought 'round? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mm. [Robert turns to Carson, who nods.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: But didn't you want the afternoon to talk things through? George Murray: I think we've said everything we have to say, haven't we, my lord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, for the time being, yes. Thank you, Murray. You've given me a good deal to think about. [Murray turns to leave and Mary leads her sisters towards the house.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Mary, try to get everyone into the dining room. Edith, make sure old Lord Minturn sits down. [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] [Someone knocks at the door as Carson decanters some wine.] Mr Carson: Mm-hmm? [Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: They've all gone? Mr Carson: They have, thank the Lord. Mrs Hughes: What about the lawyer? Mr Carson: Oh, he was the first away. Didn't even stay for the luncheon. Mrs Hughes: I wish they'd make their minds up. Gwen's put clean sheets on the blue room bed. Now she'll just have to strip it again. Mr Carson: Can't you leave it for the next guest? Mrs Hughes: Well, only if you don't tell. [Carson chuckles.] Mrs Hughes: So...has it all been settled? MR CARSON (sigh) I don't know if anything's been settled. There's a fellow in Manchester with claims to the title, I gather, but it's all a long way from settled. Mrs Hughes: You mustn't take it personally. Mr Carson: Oh, I do take it personally, Mrs Hughes. I can't stand by and watch our family thrat with the loss of all they hold dear. MRS HUGHES (chuckles) They're not our family. Mr Carson: Well, they're all the family I've got. [Mrs Hughes is surprised and humbled by his sharp sincerity.] Mr Carson: I beg your pardon. Mrs Hughes: Do you...ever wish you'd...gone another way? [Carson looks up sharply.] Mrs Hughes: Worked in a shop or a factory? Had a wife and children? Mr Carson: Do you? Mrs Hughes: I don't know. Maybe. Sometimes. [Someone knocks at the door.] Gwen: William's laid tea in the library, but Her Ladyship hasn't come down. Mrs Hughes: She'll be tired. Take a tray up to her bedroom. [Gwen nods.] Mr Carson: Is Thomas back? Gwen: Not yet, Mr Carson. [Mrs Hughes turns to Carson for an explanation.] Mr Carson: He asked if he could run down the village, I didn't see why not. [EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] [Thomas exits a shop and walks down the street.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Gwen brings in a tea tray while O'Brien helps Cora dress. O'Brien waits for Gwen to leave.] Miss O'Brien: It's iniquitous. They can't expect you to sit by silent as your fortune is stolen away. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Can't they? Miss O'Brien: His Lordship'd never let it happen. Cora, Countess of Grantham: How's Bates working out? Miss O'Brien: Well, I don't like to say. Only, it seems unkind to criticize a man for an affliction, milady. And even if it means he can't do his job. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: How are you settling in? Mr Bates: Very well, I think. Unless Your Lordship feels differently. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No complaints? Mr Bates: If I had any, I should take them to Mr Carson, milord, not you. [Robert chuckles.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You're probably right. And the house hasn't worn you out with the endless stairs and everything? Mr Bates: I like the house, my lord, and I like it as a place to work. Robert, Earl of Grantham: What happened? Mr Bates: Oh, it's only the old wound. After I left the army, I had a spot of bother and just when I got through that, about a year ago my knee started playing up. A bit of shrapnel got left in or something had moved, but it's fine. It's not a problem. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And you'd let me know if you felt it was all too much for you? Mr Bates: I would. But it won't be. [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] [Thomas returns while O'Brien is on her smoke break.] Servant: Thomas. Miss O'Brien: And where have you been? Thomas: In the village. Sent a telegram, if you must know. Miss O'Brien: Oh, pardon me for living. [She offers him a cigarette.] Miss O'Brien: Well, Murray didn't stay long. Thomas: Does Her Ladyship know how they left it? Miss O'Brien: No. They talked it all through on their way back from the church. Thomas: If I was still his valet, I'd get it out of him. Miss O'Brien: Bates won't say a word. Thomas: He will not? I bet your tanner he's a spy in the other direction. I wanted that job. We were all right together, His Lordship and me. Miss O'Brien: Then be sure to get your foot in the door when Bates is gone. Thomas: Can't get rid of him just 'cause he talks behind our backs. Miss O'Brien: There's more than one way to skin a cat. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Anna fixes Mary's hair.] Anna: Perhaps she misunderstood. Lady Mary: No, it was quite plain. O'Brien told her Bates can't do the job properly. Why was he taken on? Anna: Oh, he was Lord Grantham's batman when he was fighting the Boers. Lady Mary: I know that, but even so. Lady Sybil: I think it's romantic. Lady Mary: I don't. How can a valet do his work if he's lame? Anna: He's not very lame. [Anna finishes Mary's hair.] Anna: There. Anything else before I go down? Lady Mary: No, that's it. Thank you. [Mary looks at herself in the full mirror as Anna exits.] Lady Mary: Oh, I hate black. Lady Sybil: It's not for long. Mama says we can go into half-mourning next month and back to colours by September. Lady Mary: It still seems a lot for a cousin. Lady Edith: But not a fiancé. Lady Mary: He wasn't really a fiancé. Lady Edith: No? I thought that was what you call a man you're going to marry. Lady Mary: I was only going to marry him if nothing better turned up. Lady Sybil: Mary, what a horrid thing to say. Lady Mary: Don't worry, Edith would've taken him, wouldn't you? Lady Edith: Yes, I'd have taken him. If you had given me the chance, I'd have taken him like a sht. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] Thomas: I just think you should know it's not working, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: Do you mean Mr Bates is lazy? Thomas: Not lazy...exactly. But he just can't carry. He can hardly manage His Lordship's cases. You saw how it was when they went out to London for the memorial. He can't help with the guest luggage neither, and as for waiting a table, we can forget that. Mr Carson: And what do you want me to do? Thomas: Well, it's not for me to say. But is it fair on William to have all the extra work? I don't believe you'd like to think the house was falling below the way things ought to be. Mr Carson: I would not. Thomas: That's all I'm saying. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Mary stares at her reflection in the looking glass. Sybil pops her head in.] Lady Sybil: I'm going down. Coming? Lady Mary: In a moment. You go. [Sybil enters and closes the door.] Lady Sybil: I know you're sad about Patrick. Whatever you say, I know it. Lady Mary: You're a darling. But you see, I'm not as sad as I should be. And that's what makes me sad. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] [Bates brushes down Robert's tailcoat.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thank you. [Bates drops the brush.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'll do that. Mr Bates: No. No, thank you, milord. I can do it. [Bates picks up the brush.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sure. Mr Bates: I hope so, milord. I hope you are sure. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Bates, we have to be sensible. I won't be doing you a favour in the long run if it's too much for you. No matter what we've been through, it's got to work. Mr Bates: Of course it has, sir. I mean, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Do you miss the army, Bates? Mr Bates: I miss a lot of things, but you have to keep moving, don't you? [Robert chuckles.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You do, indeed. Mr Bates: I'll show you, milord, I promise. I won't let you down. We've managed so far, haven't we? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes, we have. Of course we have. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Robert knocks and enters.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You look very nice. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Thank you, darling. Did Murray make matters clearer? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes, I'm afraid he did. [Cora is disappointed, but she waits for O'Brien to leave before speaking.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: By the way, O'Brien says Bates is causing a lot of awkwardness downstairs. You may have to do something about it. Robert, Earl of Grantham: She's always making trouble. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is that fair? When she hasn't mentioned it before now. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't know why you listen to her. Cora, Countess of Grantham: It is quite eccentric, even for you, to have a cripple valet. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please...don't use that word. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Did he tell you he couldn't walk when he made his application? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Don't exaggerate. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Doesn't it strike you as dishonest not to mention it? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I knew he'd been wounded. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You never said. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You know I don't care to talk about all that. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course, I understand what it must be like to have fought alongside someone in a wr. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, you understand that, do you? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Certainly I do. You must form the most tremendous bonds. Even with a servant. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Really? "Even with a servant"? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, Robert, don't catch me out. I'm simply saying I fully see why you want to help him. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But? Cora, Countess of Grantham: But...is this the right way? To employ him for a job he can't do? Is it any wonder the others noses are put out? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I just want to give him a chance. [Cora sighs.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Robert enters to find Violet looking out a window.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mama, I'm sorry. No one told me you were here. [Violet turns around and opens her decorative fan to block the light coming from the electric chandelier.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Such a glare. I feel as if I were on stage at the Gaiety. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We're used to it. I do wish you'd let me install it in the Dower House; it's very convenient. The man who manages the generator could look after yours as well. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No. I couldn't have electricity in the house. I wouldn't sleep a wink. All those vapours seeping about. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Even Cora won't have it in the bedroom. She did wonder about the kitchens, but I couldn't see the point. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, before anyone joins us, I'm glad of this chance for a little talk. [They sit.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I gather Murray was here today? Robert, Earl of Grantham: News travels fast. Yes, I saw him, and he's not optimistic that there's anything we can do. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, I refuse to believe it. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Be that as it may, it's a fact. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But to lose Cora's fortune! [Robert scoffs and stands up.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Really, Mama, you know as well as I do that Cora's fortune is not Cora's fortune anymore. Thanks to Papa it is now part of the estate, and the estate is entailed to my heir. That is it. That is all of it. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Robert, dear, I don't mean to sound harsh-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: You may not mean to, but I bet you will. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Twenty-four years ago, you married Cora against my wishes for her money! Give it away now, what was the point of your peculiar marriage in the first place? Robert, Earl of Grantham: If I were to tell you she's made me very happy, would that stretch belief? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: It's not why you chose her...above all those other girls who could've filled my shoes so easily. Robert, Earl of Grantham: If you must know, when I think of my motives for pursuing Cora, I'm ashamed. There's no need to remind me of them. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Don't you care about Downton? Robert, Earl of Grantham: What do you think? I've given my life to Downton. I was born here, and I hope to die here. I claim no career beyond the nurture of this house and the estate. It is my third parent and my fourth child. Do I care about it? Yes, I do care! [Someone enters and Violet gives him a shushing expression.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I hope I don't hear sounds of a disagreement. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What? Is that what they call discussion in New York? Lady Mary: Well, I'm glad you're fighting. I'm glad somebody's putting up a fight Lady Sybil: You're not really fighting Granny, are you, Papa? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Your grandmother merely wishes to do the right thing. And so do I. [Carson enters.] Mr Carson: Dinner is served, my lady. [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Daisy: Does anyone else keep dreaming about the Titanic? I can't get it out of my mind. Gwen: Not again. Give it a rest. Anna: Daisy, it's time to let it go. Daisy: But all them people freezing to death in midnight icy water. Miss O'Brien: Oh, you sound like a penny dreadful. Gwen: I expect you saw worse things in South Africa, eh Mr Bates? Mr Bates: Not worse, but pretty bad. Daisy: Did you enjoy the wr? Mr Bates: I don't think anyone enjoys wr, but there are some good memories, too. Anna: I'm sure there are. Gwen: Mr Bates, could you hand me that tray? [Mr Bates gets up to grab it, but his knee twinges and he spills the whole contents on the floor as he grabs his knee. Anna gets up quickly.] Anna: I'll do it. [Gwen clearly feels awkward.] Mr Carson: Ladies are out. We've given them coffee. His Lordship's taken his port to the library. Anna, Gwen, go up and help clear away. Er, Daisy, tell Mrs Patmore we'll eat in 15 minutes. [Mr Bates, Mr Carson, and Miss O'Brien sit at the table.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [The servants clear the table.] Gwen: I keep forgetting, does this go next door or back to the kitchen? Thomas: Those go back, but the dessert service and all the glasses stay in the upstairs pantry. William: Put it on here. [Gwen sets the dish down on the tray. O'Brien creeps up to Thomas in the antechamber.] Thomas: What is it? Miss O'Brien: Her Ladyship's told him she thinks Mr Bates ought to go. She said to me, "If only His Lordship had been content with Thomas." Thomas: Did she really? Anna: What are you doing up here? Miss O'Brien: It's a free country. Anna: Well, I'm going for my dinner. You two can stay here...plotting. [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] [Violet holds a letter.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: So, the young Duke of Crowborough is asking himself to stay. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We know why? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You hope you know why. That is not at all the same. You realise the duke thinks Mary's prospects have altered? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I suppose so. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: There's no suppose about it. Of course, this is exactly the sort of opportunity that will come to Mary if we can only get things settled in her favour. Is Robert coming 'round? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Not yet. To him, the risk is we succeed in saving my money, but not the estate. He feels he'd be betraying his duty if Downton were lost because of him. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, I'm going to write to Murray. Cora, Countess of Grantham: He won't say anything different. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, we have to start somewhere. Our duty is to Mary. Well, give him a date for when Mary's out of mourning. [Violet hands the letter back to Cora.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No one wants to kiss a girl in black. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Sybil puts a flower in Mary's hair as they stand in front of the mirror.] Lady Edith: Oh, do stop admiring yourself. He's not marrying you for your looks. That's if he wants to marry you at all. Lady Mary: He will. Lady Sybil: You look beautiful. Lady Mary: Thank you Sybil, darling. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We should go down. They'll be back from the station at any moment. [The girls file out.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Let's not gild the lily, dear. [Cora takes the flower out of Mary's hair and lowers her voice to a whisper.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: And Mary, try to look surprised. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] Mr Carson: You all ready? [Carson inspects William's uniform.] Mr Carson: Very well. We shall go out to greet them. Daisy: And me, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: No, Daisy, no you. [Daisy's expression falls.] Mr Carson: Can you manage, Mr Bates, or would you rather wait here? Mr Bates: I want to go, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: There's no obligation for the whole staff to be present. Mr Bates: I'd like to be there. Mr Carson: Well, it's certainly a great day for Downton to welcome a duke under our roof. Thomas (to William): Remember to help me with the luggage. Don't go running off. Mr Bates: I'll give you a hand. Thomas: Oh, I couldn't ask that, Mr Bates, not in your condition. [The servants head upstairs and Thomas turns to Mr Carson.] Thomas: How long do we have to put up with this, Mr Carson, just so I know? [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT WALK - DAY] [The servants line up and the family exits the house. William opens the car door for the duke and Robert.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Welcome to Downton. [Mrs Hughes and the housemaids curtsy and the men bow their heads.] Duke of Crowborough: Lady Grantham, this is so kind of you. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Not at all, Duke. I'm delighted you could spare the time. You know my daughter, Mary, of course. Duke of Crowborough: Of course, Lady Mary. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And Edith, but I don't believe you've met my youngest, Sybil. Duke of Crowborough: Ah, Lady Sybil. [They step forward to shake hands.] Lady Sybil: How do you do? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Come on in, you must be worn out. Duke of Crowborough: Oh, Lady Grantham, I have a confession to make, which I hope won't cause too much bother. My man was taken ill just as I was leaving, so... Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, well, that won't be a problem, will it Carson? Mr Carson: Certainly not. I shall look after His Grace myself. Duke of Crowborough: Oh, no, I wouldn't dream of being such a nuisance, surely a footman... [The duke looks at Thomas.] Duke of Crowborough: I remember this man. Didn't you serve me when I dined with Lady Grantham in London? Thomas: I did, Your Grace. Duke of Crowborough: Ah, there we are. We shall do very well together, won't we...? Thomas: Er, Thomas, Your Grace. Duke of Crowborough: ...Thomas. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Good. [The family heads inside.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I hope you had a pleasant journey. [O'Brien kicks Bates's cane out from under him and he falls.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Bates, are you all right? Mr Bates: Perfectly, my lord. I apologise. [The family continues inside and Bates looks up at O'Brien. Anna crouches down to help Bates.] Anna: Mr Bates. [William closes the front door and Anna helps Bates to his feet.] Anna: That's better. Mr Bates: Please, don't feel sorry for me. [Bates and Anna walk around to the servants' entrance behind the others.] [INT. CORRIDOR - DAY] Lady Mary: What shall we do? What would you like to do? Duke of Crowborough: I think I'd rather like to go exploring. Lady Mary: Certainly. Gardens or house? Duke of Crowborough: Oh, house, I think. Gardens are all the same to me. [They chuckle.] Lady Mary: Very well. We can begin in the hall, which is one of the oldest-- Duke of Crowborough: No, not all those drawing rooms and libraries. Lady Mary: Well what, then? Duke of Crowborough: I don't know. The...the secret passages and the attics. Lady Mary: It seems a bit odd, but why not? I'll just tell Mama. Duke of Crowborough: No Don't tell your mama. Lady Mary: But there's nothing wrong in it. Duke of Crowborough: No, indeed, I'm--I'm only worried the others will want to join us. [Mary smiles, flattered.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [Robert enters while Cora is embroidering.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Mary's settling him in. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Cora, don't let Mary make a fool of herself. By the way, I'll be going up to London next week. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Do you want to open the house? Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, no, I'll just take Bates and stay at a club. I won't be more than a day or two. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I see. Are things...progressing? Robert, Earl of Grantham: What "things"? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oomph. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's just a regimental dinner Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's a pity Bates spoiled the arrival this afternoon. Robert, Earl of Grantham: He didn't spoil anything. He fell over. Cora, Countess of Grantham: So undignified. Carson hates that kind of thing. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't care what Carson thinks. [Carson clears his throat.] Mr Carson: A message from the Dowager Countess, milady. She says she won't come to tea, but she'll join you for dinner. [Cora gives Robert a slightly exasperated look.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, Carson, I hope you weren't embarrassed this afternoon. I can assure you the Duke very much appreciated his welcome. Mr Carson: I'm glad. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is Bates all right? Mr Carson: I think so, my lord. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Must be so difficult for you all the same. [Carson looks at the floor and raises his eyebrows and leaves without a word.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Don't stare. [INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR - DAY] [Mary and the duke sneak through the servants' passages.] Lady Mary: Do you realise this is the first time we've ever been alone? Duke of Crowborough: Then you've forgotten when I pulled you into the conservatory at the Northbrooks. [Mary smiles.] Duke of Crowborough: How sad. Lady Mary: No, I haven't. It's not quite the same with twenty chaperones hiding behind every fan. Duke of Crowborough: And are you pleased to be alone with me, my lady? Lady Mary: Oh dear, if I answer truthfully you'll think me rather forward. [The duke steps forward to open the door behind Mary.] Lady Mary: I don't think we should pry. It feels rather...disrespectful. Duke of Crowborough: Oh, nonsense. It's your father's house, isn't it? You have a right to know what goes on in it. Where does this lead? Lady Mary: To the men's quarters, with a lock on the women's side. Only Mrs Hughes is allowed to turn it. Duke of Crowborough: Mrs Hughes... [The duke opens the door.] Duke of Crowborough: And you. [Mary and the duke enter the men's corridor.] Duke of Crowborough: In here? Lady Mary: A footman, I imagine. [Mary seems uncomfortable as the duke opens the door and then enters another room. The duke rfles through the dresser drawers.] Lady Mary: Should you do that? Duke of Crowborough: Why not? I'm--I'm making a study on the genus footman. I seek to know the creature's ways. [Mary laughs, then turns when she hears something.] Lady Mary (whisper): Someone's coming! [Mary stands awkwardly in the corridor and the duke closes the footman's bedroom door as Bates steps out of his room into the corridor.] Mr Bates: Can I help you, milady? Lady Mary: We were just exploring. [The duke steps out of the footman's room.] Mr Bates: Were you looking for Thomas, Your Grace? Duke of Crowborough: No, as Lady Mary said, we've just been exploring. [Bates nods and opens his door.] Mr Bates: Would you care to explore my room, milady? [Mary is embarrassed and ashamed.] Lady Mary: Of course not, Bates. I'm sorry to have bothered you. We were just going down. [Mary walks stiffly back to the women's corridor and the duke follows calmly behind and she locks the door.] Duke of Crowborough: Why did you apologise to that man? It's not his business what we do. Lady Mary: I always apologise when I'm in the wrong. It's a habit of mine. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Mr Carson: The plain fact is Mr Bates, through no fault of his own, is not able to fulfil the extra duties expected of him. He can't lift, he can't serve at table, he's dropping things all over the place. On a night like tonight, he should act as a third footman. As it is, my lord, we may have to have a maid in the dining room. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Cheer up, Carson. There are worse thing happening in the world. Mr Carson: Not worse than a maid serving a duke. Robert, Earl of Grantham: So you're quite determined? Mr Carson: It's a hard decision, Your Lordship, a very hard decision, but the honour of Downton is at stake. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Don't worry, Carson, I know all about hard decisions when it comes to the honour of Downton. Don't I boy? [Robert kneels down to pet his dog.] [INT. LUGGAGE ROOM - EVENING] [William sighs with the effort as he puts down some luggage.] Mrs Hughes: William, you mustn't let Thomas take advantage. He's only a footman, same as you. William: Well, that's all right, Mrs Hughes. I like to keep busy. Takes your mind off things. Mrs Hughes: What things have you got to take your mind off? If you're feeling homesick, there's no shame in it. William: No. Mrs Hughes: Means you come from a happy home. There's plenty of people here would envy that. William: Yes, Mrs Hughes. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Mr Bates: Will that be all, milord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes. That is...not exactly. Have you recovered from your fall this afternoon? Mr Bates: I'm very sorry about that, milord. I don't know what happened. Robert, Earl of Grantham: The thing is, Bates, I said I'd give you a trial and I have. If it were only up to me. It's this question of a valet's extra duties. Mr Bates: You mean waiting a table when there's a large party. Robert, Earl of Grantham: That and carrying things and...you do see that Carson can't be expected to compromise the efficiency of his staff. Mr Bates: I do, milord, of course I do. Might I make a suggestion? That when an extra footman is required, the cost could come out of my wages. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Absolutely not. I couldn't possibly allow that. Mr Bates: Because I am very eager to stay, milord. Very eager, indeed. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I know you are. And I was eager that this should work. Mr Bates: You see...it is unlikely that I should find another position. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But surely in a smaller house where less is expected of you... Mr Bates: It's not likely. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I mean to help until you find something. Mr Bates: I couldn't take your money, milord. I can take wages for a job done, that's all. [They regard each other for a moment.] Mr Bates: Very good, milord. I'll go at once. Robert, Earl of Grantham: There's no need to rush out into the night. Take the London train tomorrow; it leaves at nine. You'll have a month's wages, too. [Bates is about to protest.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: That I insist on. [Bates begins to leave.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's a bloody business, Bates, but I can't see any way around it. Mr Bates: I quite understand, milord. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm afraid we're rather a female party tonight, Duke, but you know what it's like trying to balance numbers in the country. A single man outranks the Holy Grail. Duke of Crowborough: No, I'm ter-- I'm terribly flattered to be dining en famille. Lady Edith: What were you and Mary doing in the attics this afternoon? Lady Sybil: I expect Mary was just showing the duke the house, weren't you? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Are you a student of architecture? Duke of Crowborough: Mm, absolutely. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Then I do hope you'll come and inspect my little cottage. It was designed by Rein... Duke of Crowborough: Ah. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: ...for the first earl's sister. Robert, Earl of Grantham: The attics? Lady Edith: Yes. Mary took the duke up to the attics. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Whatever for? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Why was this, dear? Lady Mary: We were just looking around. Lady Edith: Looking around? What is there to look at but servants' rooms? What was the real reason? [Thomas is interested by the conversation.] VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM (chuckles uncomfortably) Don't be such a chatterbox, Edith. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I think we'll go through. Lady Edith: I still don't understand-- Lady Mary: Will you hold your tongue? [The men rise as the women exit in order of age.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Thomas: How long do you think they'll be? I'm starving. Mr Carson: Have you settled the ladies? Thomas: Yes, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: Then it won't be long once they go through. Daisy: Do you think he'll speak out? Do you think we'll have a duchess to wait on? Imagine that! Mrs Patmore: You won't be waiting on her, whatever happens. Mr Carson: There is no reason why the eldest daughter and heiress of the Earl of Grantham should not wear a duchess's coronet with honour. Mrs Hughes: Heiress, Mr Carson? Has it been decided? Mr Carson: It will be if there's any justice in the world. Mrs Hughes: Well, we'll know soon enough. [Anna puts a plate down on a tray.] Mrs Patmore: What you doing, Anna? Anna: I thought I'd take something up to Mr Bates, him not being well enough to come down. You don't mind, do you Mrs Hughes? Mrs Hughes: I don't mind, not this once. Mr Carson: Take him whatever he might need. [Anna leaves with the tray.] Mr Carson: Mr Bates is leaving without a stain on his character. I hope you all observe that in the manner of your parting. William: Well, I don't see why he has to go. I don't mind doing a bit of extra work. Thomas: It's not up to you. I'll take care of His Lordship, shall I Mr Carson? Mr Carson: Not while you're looking after the duke, you won't. I'll see to His Lordship myself. [INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Anna takes the tray to Mr Bates's room and sees him crying through the slightly open door. She takes a step back and pauses to consider.] Anna: Mr Bates? Are you there? [Bates wipes his eyes with a cloth and comes to the door.] Anna: I brought something up in case you're hungry. Mr Bates: That's very kind. [Bates puts his cane on his arm and takes the tray and puts it down on a table by the door.] Anna: I'm ever so sorry you're going. Mr Bates: I'll be all right. Anna: Of course you will. There's always a place for a man like you. Mr Bates: Oh, yes. Something'll turn up. Anna: Tell us when you're fixed. Just...drop us a line. Else I'll worry. Mr Bates: Well...we can't have that. [They smile sadly at each other and Bates closes the door.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: We must go and let the servants get in here. Duke of Crowborough: I should be grateful if we could stay just a minute more. I have-- I have something to ask you. [Robert sits back down.] Duke of Crowborough: I was terribly sorry to hear about your cousins. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You said. Did you know them? Duke of Crowborough: Not well. I--I used to see Patrick Crawley at the odd thing. I imagine it will mean some adjustments for your...to lose two heirs in one night is terrible. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Indeed, it was terrible. Duke of Crowborough: Awful. But then again, it's an ill wind. At least Lady Mary's prospects must have rather improved. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Have they? Duke of Crowborough: Haven't they? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I will not be coy and pretend I do not understand your meaning, though you seem very informed on this family's private affairs. But you ought, perhaps, to know that I do not intend to fight the entail. Not any part of it. Duke of Crowborough: You can't be serious. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It pains me to say it, but I am. Duke of Crowborough: You will give up your entire estate - your wife's money into the bargain - to a perfect stranger? You won't even put up a fight? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I hope he proves to be perfect, but I rather doubt it. Duke of Crowborough: Ha. A very odd thing to joke about. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No odder than this conversation. So, there you have it. But Mary will still have her settlement, which you won't find ungenerous. [The duke coughs.] Duke of Crowborough: I'm--I'm sorry? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I only meant that her portion, when she marries will be more than respectable. You'll be pleased, I promise you. Duke of Crowborough: Oh, heavens. I--I hope I haven't given the wrong impression. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You know very well the impression-- Duke of Crowborough: My dear Lord Grantham-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: Don't "my dear Lord Grantham" me! You knew what you were doing when you came here. You encouraged Mary, all of us to thinking-- Duke of Crowborough: Forgive me, but I came to express my sympathies and my friendship, nothing more. L--Lady Mary's a charming person. Whoever marries her will be a lucky man. He will not, however, be me. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I see. And what was it you asked me to stay behind to hear? Duke of Crowborough: I forget. [Robert glares at the duke.] [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [The duke and Robert part ways. Mary waits for the duke as he lights a candle by the stairs.] Lady Mary: Well, aren't you coming into the drawing room? Duke of Crowborough: I'm--I'm tired. I--I think I'll just slip away. Please make my excuses. Lady Mary: I'm afraid I've worn you out. Tomorrow we can just-- Duke of Crowborough: I'm leaving in the morning. Goodnight. [Mary is disappointed. The duke turns around.] Duke of Crowborough: Oh, you might tell that footman... Lady Mary: Thomas. Duke of Crowborough: Thomas. You might tell him I've gone up. [The duke ascends the stairs and Mary processes her disappointment, trying not to cry. Edith approaches from behind to gloat.] Lady Edith: So he slipped the hook. Lady Mary: At least I'm not fishing with no bait. [Mary exits, leaving Edith equally upset.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT] Thomas: I don't believe that. Duke of Crowborough: Well, believe what you like. He won't break the entail. The unknown cousin gets everything and Mary's inheritance will be the same as it always was. Thomas: Well, how was I to know when the lawyer turned up? Duke of Crowborough: You weren't to know. You did the right thing to telegraph me. It's just not gonna come off. Thomas: So, what now? Duke of Crowborough: Well, you-- you know how I'm fixed. I have to have an heiress. If it means going to New York to find one. Thomas: What about me? Duke of Crowborough: You...you will wish me well. Thomas: You said you'd find me a job if I wanted to leave. Duke of Crowborough: Do you? Thomas: I want to be a valet. I'm sick of being a footman. Duke of Crowborough: Yeah, Thomas, I don't need a valet. I--I thought you were getting rid of the new one here? Thomas: I'll have done it, but I'm not sure Carson's gonna let me take over. [Thomas sits down and takes the duke's face in his hand.] Thomas: And I want to be with you. [They kiss.] Duke of Crowborough: I just can't see it working, can you? We don't seem to have the basis of a servant/master relationship, do we? Thomas: You came here to be with me. Duke of Crowborough: Among other reasons. And one swallow doesn't make a summer. Thomas: Aren't you forgetting something? Duke of Crowborough: What? Are you thrat me? Because of a youthful dalliance? A few-- a few weeks of madness in a London season? You wouldn't hold that against me, surely? Thomas: I would if I have to. Duke of Crowborough: And who will believe a greedy footman over the words of a duke? If you're not careful, you'll end up behind bars. Thomas: I've got proof. Duke of Crowborough: Mm. You mean these? [The duke pulls out a bound stack of letters. Thomas dashes for them, but the duke throws them in the fre and wrestles keeps Thomas away as they burn.] Duke of Crowborough: You know, my mother's always telling me, "Never put anything in writing." And now, thanks to you, I never will again. Thomas: How did you get that? You bastard. Duke of Crowborough: Don't be a bad loser, Thomas. Go to bed. Unless you want to stay. [Thomas leaves angry.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT] [Mr Carson knocks on the open door.] Mr Carson: I think I'll turn in. Mrs Hughes: No big announcement, then? Mr Carson: No. Nor likely to be. He's off on the nine o'clock train. Mrs Hughes: He never is. And when we've had a turkey klled for tomorrow's dinner. Well, I wonder what she did wrong. Mr Carson: She did nothing wrong, not from the way His Lordship was talking. Mrs Hughes: So His Grace turned out to be graceless. Hm. Mr Carson: Goodnight, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: Goodnight, Mr Carson. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] Cora, Countess of Grantham: If you knew that was your decision, why put Mary through it? Robert, Earl of Grantham: But I didn't know it was my decision, my final decision, until tonight. But I find I cannot ruin the estate or hollow out the title for the sake of Mary, even with a better man than that. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I try to understand, I just can't. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why should you? Downton is in my blood and in my bones. It's not in yours. And I can no more be the cause of its destruction than I could betray my country. Besides, how was I to know he wouldn't take her without the money? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't pretend to be a child because it suits you. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Do you think she would've been happy with a fortune hunter? Cora, Countess of Grantham: She might've been. I was. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Have you been happy? Really, have I made you happy? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Yes. That is, since you fell in love with me. Which, if I remember correctly, was about a year after we were married. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not a year. Not as long as that. But it wouldn't have happened for Mary. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Why not? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Because I am so much nicer than the Duke of Crowborough. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'll be the judge of that. [Cora turns off the light.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Just don't think I'm going to let it rest, Robert. I haven't given up by any means. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I must do what my conscience tells me. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And so must I. And I don't want you to think I'll let it rest. [Robert blows out the candle on his side of the bed.] [INT. GREAT HALL - MORNING] Mr Carson: My lord, would it be acceptable for Bates to ride in front with Taylor? Otherwise it means getting the other car out. He and His Grace are catching the same train. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Perfectly acceptable. And if His Grace doesn't, he can lump it. [Carson is pleased by Robert's response.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT WALK - MORNING] [Bates takes a last look at the house. The duke exits the house with Cora.] Duke of Crowborough: You've been so kind, Lady Grantham, thank you. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Goodbye, Duke. Duke of Crowborough: You will make my farewells to your delightful daughters? Cora, Countess of Grantham: They'd have been down if they'd known you were leaving so soon. Duke of Crowborough: Alas, s--something's come up which has taken me quite by surprise. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Obviously. [Robert joins them.] Duke of Crowborough: Well, Grantham, this has been a highly enjoyable interlude. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Has it? And I feared it had proved a disappointment. Duke of Crowborough: Not at all. Not at all, a short stay in your lovely house has driven away my cares. [Thomas glares at the duke.] Chauffeur: We ought to go, my lord, if His Grace is to catch the train. [The duke gets in the motor. Robert approaches Bates.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Goodbye, Bates. And good luck. Mr Bates: Good luck to you, my lord. [Robert is discomfited as Bates gets in the motorcar. The chauffeur begins to drive away and Robert turns from heading inside to run after the car.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Wait! [Carson walks briskly towards the car as Robert takes Bates's travel bag.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Get out, Bates. Duke of Crowborough: I--I really mustn't be late. [Robert ignores the duke.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Get back inside and we'll say no more about it. [Bates takes his bag from Robert and heads inside. Robert closes the car door and watches Bates walk back to the house.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: It wasn't right, Carson. I just didn't think it was right. [01:04:20,INT. MANCHESTER, CRAWLEY'S HOUSE - MORNING] [Matthew Crawley and his mother, Isobel, are eating breakfast. A housemaid brings Isobel the post.] Ellen: First post, ma'am. Isobel Crawley: Thank you, Emma. One for you. [Isobel hands a letter to Matthew.] Matthew Crawley: Mm. Thank you, Mother. [Matthew opens the letter.] Matthew Crawley: It's from Lord Grantham. Isobel Crawley: Really? What on earth does he want? [Matthew's jaw drops as he continues reading.] Matthew Crawley: He wants to change our lives.	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "01x01 - Episode One"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [THE VILLAGE - DAY] [Matthew and Isobel ride in a motorcar.] Taylor: Here we are, ma'am. Crawley House. Matthew Crawley: For good or ill. [The chauffeur opens the door for them.] Matthew Crawley: I still don't see why I couldn't just refuse it. Isobel Crawley: There's no mechanism for you to do so. You will be an earl. You will inherit the estate. Of course, you can throw it away with your habit, that's up to you. [A man comes out to meet them.] Matthew Crawley: Can I help? Mr Molesley: I'm Molesley, sir, your butler and valet. Matthew Crawley: Mr Molesley, I'm afraid-- Isobel Crawley: May I introduce ourselves? I am Mrs Crawley, and this is my son, Mr Matthew Crawley. Mr Molesley: (nods) I'll just give Mr Taylor a hand with the cases. Matthew Crawley: I can-- Isobel Crawley: Thank you, Molesley. [Molesley helps with the luggage and Matthew sulks alongside his mother.] Matthew Crawley: I won't let them change me. Isobel Crawley: Why would they want to? Matthew Crawley: Mother, Lord Grantham has made the unwelcome discovery that heir is a middleclass lawyer and son of a middleclass doctor. Isobel Crawley: Upper middleclass. Matthew Crawley: He'll have to limit the damage by turning me into me into one of his own kind. Isobel Crawley: When you met him in London, you liked him. [INT. MAIN STAIRCASE - DAY] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I simply do not understand why we are rushing into this. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Matthew Crawley is my heir. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Patrick was your heir; he never lived here. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Patrick was in and out of this house since the day he was born. You saw how many of the village turned out for the service. Cora, Countess of Grantham: But nothing's settled yet. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It is settled, my dearest one, whether you like it or not. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I wouldn't say that. Not while your mother breathes air. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] [The Crawleys' housemaid leads them through the new house.] Isobel Crawley: Oh, Ellen. This is much better than I thought it would be. You have done well. Ellen: Thank you, ma'am. Mr Molesley: Would you like this in here, ma'am, or taken up to your room? Isobel Crawley: In here, thank you. So, are you the whole of our new household? Mr Molesley: There's a local girl, ma'am, Beth. She to double under housemaid and kitchen maid. Matthew Crawley: This is ridiculous-- Isobel Crawley: Thank you very much, Molesley. Might we have some tea? Mr Molesley: Very good, ma'am. [The servants leave.] Matthew Crawley: We can go right now. Isobel Crawley: Why? Matthew Crawley: Because we do not need a butler or a valet, if it comes to that. We've always managed perfectly well with a cook and a maid and they cannot expect us to alter our-- Isobel Crawley: What they expect, Matthew, is that we won't know how to behave. So, if you don't mind, I would rather not confirm their expectations. Matthew Crawley: I have to be myself, Mother. I'll be no use to anyone if I can't be myself. And before they, or you, get any ideas, I will choose my own wife. Isobel Crawley: What on earth do you mean? Matthew Crawley: Well, they're clearly going to push one of the daughters at me. They'll have fixed on that when they heard I was a bachelor. [Molesley enters to announce...] Mr Molesley: Lady Mary Crawley. [Matthew turns, stunned.] Lady Mary: I do hope I'm not interrupting. Isobel Crawley: Lady Mary. Lady Mary: Cousin Mary, please. Mama has sent me down to welcome you and to ask you to dine with us tonight. Unless you're too tired. [Matthew stares at Mary.] Isobel Crawley: We would be delighted. Lady Mary: Good. Come at eight. [Mary turns to go.] Isobel Crawley: Won't you stay and have some tea. Lady Mary: Oh, no. You're far too busy. [Mary finally looks at Matthew.] Lady Mary: And I wouldn't want to push in. [Matthew takes that blow for a moment before going after Mary outside. Mary is already astride her horse with a servant mounting another horse next to her.] Lady Mary: Lynch, I think we'll go back by the South Lodge. Lynch: Very good, my lady. Matthew Crawley: Lady Mary, I hope you didn't misunderstand me. I was only joking. Lady Mary: Of course. And I agree. The whole thing is a complete joke. [Mary rides off.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Thomas: So, what do you think we'll make of them? Miss O'Brien: I shouldn't think much. She hasn't even got a lady's maid. Anna: It's not a capital offense. Mr Bates: She's got a maid; her name's Ellen. She came a day early. Miss O'Brien: She's not a lady's maid. She's just a housemaid that fastens hooks and buttons when she has to. There's more to it than that, you know. [Mrs Patmore shouts in the kitchens.] Mrs Patmore: Daisy! Anna: We'll want some very precise reporting when dinner's over. William: Are we to treat him as the heir? Miss O'Brien: Are we heck as like. A doctor's son from Manchester? Humph. He'll be lucky if he gets a civil word out of me. Anna: We're all lucky if we get a civil word out of you. [Carson enters with a package and the other servants stand.] Mr Carson: Gwen, parcel for you. Came by the evening post. Gwen: Thank you, Mr Carson. [Carson motions for the servants to sit.] Mr Carson: William? Thomas: Have you seen them yet, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: By "them", I assume you mean the new family, in which case, no. I have that pleasure to look forward to this evening. [Mrs Patmore enters.] Mrs Patmore: Daisy, did you hear me call, or have you gone selectively deaf?! Daisy: No, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: Then might I remind you we are preparing dinner for your future employer, and if it goes wrong, I'll be telling them why! [Daisy rushes after Mrs Patmore.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Lady Mary: Why are they here at all when you're going to undo it? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Your father's not convinced it can be undone. Lady Mary: But you'll still try? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Granny and I are willing to try. Lady Mary: And Papa is not? Cora, Countess of Grantham: We'll bring him 'round, you'll see. We're trying to find lawyer who'll take it on. So, what are they like? Lady Mary: She's nice enough, but he's...very full of himself. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Why do you say that? Lady Mary: Just an impression. Let's go down and you can decide for yourself. [INT. ENTRYWAY - EVENING] [The footmen take the guests' coats as Robert enters.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Hello again. It's a pleasure to meet you at last, Mrs Crawley. Isobel Crawley: We're delighted to be here, aren't we, Matthew? Matthew Crawley: Delighted. [Robert leads them into the great hall where the house staff are lined up as the family enters from the other side.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Welcome to Downton. Isobel Crawley: Thank you. You've been so kind. Matthew Crawley: What a reception committee. [The family is surprised and amused by his comment. Isobel senses the awkwardness of his comment and tries to recover.] Isobel Crawley: Yes, thank you. Robert, Earl of Grantham: This is Carson. We'd all be lost without him. Mama, may I present Matthew Crawley and Mrs Crawley, my mother, Lady Grantham. [Isobel steps forward and holds out her hand.] Isobel Crawley: What should we call each other? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, we could always start with Mrs Crawley and Lady Grantham. [Cora steps forward to guide Isobel.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Come into the drawing room and we can make all the proper introductions. [Violet looks at Carson, who tries to contain his amused smirk. The family moves into the next room.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Do you think you'll enjoy village life? It will be very quiet after life in the city. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Even Manchester. Isobel Crawley: I'm sure I'll find something to keep me busy. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You might like the hospital. Isobel Crawley: What sort of hospital is it? How many beds? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, it--it isn't really a hospital. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Don't let Dr Clarkson hear you. He thinks it's second only to St Thomas's. Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's a cottage hospital, of course, but quite well equipped. Isobel Crawley: Who pays for it? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, good. Let's talk about money. Robert, Earl of Grantham: My father gave the building and an endowment to run it. In a way, he set up his own memorial. Isobel Crawley: But how splendid. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And Mr Lloyd George's new insurance measures will help. [Mr Carson notices a tear in William's uniform coat.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Please don't speak that man's name, we are about to eat. [Thomas leans forward over Matthew's shoulder with the first dish.] Thomas: I will hold it steady and you can help yourself, sir. Matthew Crawley: Yes, I know. Thank you. [Robert notes the exchange and Mary smiles.] Lady Mary: You'll soon get used to the way things are done here. Matthew Crawley: If you mean that I'm accustomed to a very different life from this, then that is true. Lady Sybil: What will you do with your time? Matthew Crawley: I've got a job in Ripon. I said I'll start tomorrow. Robert, Earl of Grantham: A job? Matthew Crawley: In a partnership. You might have heard of it, Harvell and Carter. They need someone who understands industrial law, I'm glad to say. Although, I'm afraid most of it will be wills and conveyancing. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You do know I mean to involve you in the running of the estate? Matthew Crawley: Oh, don't worry. There are plenty of hours in the day. And, of course, I'll have the weekend. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We'll discuss this later. We mustn't bore the ladies. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What--what is a weekend? [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Daisy: Why shouldn't he be a lawyer? Miss O'Brien: Gentlemen don't work, silly. Not real gentlemen. Anna: Don't listen to her, Daisy. Mrs Patmore: No, listen to me! And take those kidneys up to the serve room before I knock you down and serve your brains as fritters! Daisy: Yes, Mrs Patmore! Anna: I wonder what that Mr Molesley make of them. Thomas: Poor old Molesley. I pity the man who's taken that job. Mr Bates: Then why did you apply for it? Thomas: I thought it might help me to get away from you, Mr Bates. [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [The ladies exit the dining room.] Isobel Crawley (to Cora): I'm so interested to see the hospital. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mm, well, you would be with your late husband a doctor. Isobel Crawley: Not just my husband, my father and brother, too, and I trained as a nurse during the wr. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, fancy. Isobel Crawley: I'd love to be involved in some way. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, you could always help with the bring and buy sale next month. That would be most appreciated. [The girls exchange amused smiles as they follow behind. Thomas bows his head as they pass his post.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Thomas talks to a housemaid on their way down the stairs.] Thomas: I should say so. She's a match for the old lady. She wasn't going to give in. Mr Carson: What old lady are you referring to, Thomas? You cannot mean Her Ladyship the Dowager Countess. Not if you wish to remain in this house. Thomas: No, Mr Carson. [Carson passes Thomas to enter the servants' hall where William is playing the piano as the others visit with each other. They stand as Carson enters.] Mr Carson: William? Are you aware the seam at your shoulder is coming apart? William: I--I felt it go a bit earlier. I'll mend it when we turn in. Mr Carson: You will mend it now and you will never again appear in public in a similar state of undress. William: No, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: To progress in your chosen career, William, you must remember that a good servant at all times retains a sense of pride and dignity that reflects the pride and dignity of the family he serves. And never make me remind you of it again. [Carson leaves.] Daisy: I'll do it. [Daisy helps William remove his coat.] Daisy: And cheer up. We've all had a smack from Mr Carson. Anna: You'll be the butler yourself one day. Then you'll do the smacking. William: I could never be like him. I bet he comes from a line of butlers that goes back to the conqueror. Mr Bates: He learned his business and so will you. Even Mr Carson wasn't born standing to attention. Thomas: I hope not for his mother's sake. [INT. CARSON'S PANTRY - DAY] [William knocks on the open door.] William: This was at the back door. [William hands Carson a letter.] Mr Carson: Thank you, William. [Mr Carson opens and reads it and his expression shifts from surprise to concern.] [EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] [Bates strolls through the village and sees Carson hurrying into The Dog and Duck, checking that no one sees him entering, but missing Bates as he walks past the hospital.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY] Dr Clarkson: It's kind of you to take an interest. Isobel Crawley: I'm afraid it's a case of the wr horse and the drum[?]. You know my late husband was a doctor. Dr Clarkson: I do. I'm familiar with Dr Crawley's work on the symptoms of infection in children. Isobel Crawley: Ah. Even I studied nursing during the South African wr. Dr Clarkson: Really? [A nurse escorts a weeping woman out of the ward.] Dr Clarkson: Very distressing. A young farmer, John Drake, a tenant of Lord Grantham's, came in today. It's dropsy, I'm afraid. Isobel Crawley: May I see him? Dr Clarkson: Yeah. By all means. [Isobel walks around the screen to find the man, his legs swollen and full of sores.] Isobel Crawley: Is the dropsy of the liver or the heart? Dr Clarkson: Everything points to the heart. [The man seems to be having trouble breathing. He begins to cough and blood comes out as he brings a cloth to his mouth. Dr Clarkson goes to him.] Dr Clarkson: All right, Mr Drake, you're in safe hands now. [Dr Clarkson escorts Isobel past the hospital gate.] Isobel Crawley: What will happen to his wife? Dr Clarkson: She may try to keep the farm on. Grantham is not a harsh landlord, but her children are young. Isobel Crawley: What can I do to help? [Dr Clarkson is surprised.] Isobel Crawley: If I'm to live in this village, I must have an occupation. Please, let me be useful. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, MATTHEW CRAWLEY'S BEDROOM - DAY] Mr Molesley: He chooses his clothes himself. He puts them out at night and hangs the ones he's worn. I get to take the linen down to the laundry, but that's about all. Mr Bates: That's all? Mr Molesley: "I'll do this," he says. "I'll take the other. I'll tie that." I'm just stood there like a chump, watching a man get dressed. To be honest, Mr Bates, I don't see the point of it. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY GROUNDS - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I thought you didn't like him? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, so what? I have plenty of friends I don't like. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Would you want Mary to marry one of them? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Why do you always have to pretend to be nicer than the rest of us? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Perhaps I am. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Then pity your wife whose fortune must go to this odd young man who talks about weekends and jobs. If Mary were to marry him, then all would be resolved. [Robert and Violet pass Thomas as they enter the library.] [INT. HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Gwen puts away a paper she's reading when Anna enters.] Anna: What have you got there? Gwen: Nothing. Anna: What kind of nothing? You haven't got an admirer? Gwen: I might have. And why shouldn't I? Anna: Don't tell Mrs Hughes. She'll bring the vicar 'round to have you exorcised. Gwen: How are we supposed to find husbands if we're never allowed to see any men? Anna: Perhaps she thinks the stork brings them. [The get into their beds.] Anna: Hey. Lady Mary's in for a surprise. Thomas was in the library when old Violet came in from the garden. Seems they want to fix her up with Mr Crawley. Gwen: Well, it makes sense. She was going to marry Mr Patrick. Anna: Would she have, though? When it came to it? That's the question. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Isobel Crawley: Ah, there you are, dear. I was hoping you'd be home in time. [Matthew shrugs off his own coat, and Molesley's assistance.] Matthew Crawley: In time for what? Isobel Crawley: I've been paid the compliment of a visit. [They enter the living room where Cora and Violet are sitting.] Matthew Crawley: Hello. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Good afternoon, Cousin Matthew. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Afternoon. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We were just saying how charming this room is now. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mm. It always seemed rather dark when my mother in law lived here. But then she made everything rather dark. [Violet chuckles. Molesley offers Matthew a tray of tea cakes.] Matthew Crawley: No, thank you. Mr Molesley: Cup--cup of tea, sir? Matthew Crawley: It's all right, I'll help myself. [The ladies can see how uncomfortable Matthew's stubborn self-sufficiency is making Molesley.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: So, Molesley, how do you find being home again? Your father must be glad you're back. Mr Molesley: He is, Your Ladyship. [Matthew takes one of the teacakes from the tray Molesley is holding and Violet watches painfully.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Might I give you this cup? Mr Molesley: Ma'am. [Molesley takes the teacup.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'm afraid we must be going. [The ladies rise.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Thank you. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You'll think about it? [Isobel nods.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] [Anna washes something alone. She hears someone stumble on the stair and hurt himself. She finds Carson scrambling to pick up some fallen food from his bag in the pantry.] Mr Carson: Oh, I thought no one was here. Anna: Can I help, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: Er...no. No, thank you, Anna. [Mr Carson walks out with the bag full of food.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY] [Isobel wears a nurse's apron, she leans over a patient with a stethoscope.] Isobel Crawley: May I? [Mr Drake nods.] Dr Clarkson: I must compliment you, Mrs Crawley. When you made your offer, I thought you might be a great lady nurse and faint at the sight of blood, but I see you're made of sterner stuff. [Isobel steps aside with Dr Clarkson.] Isobel Crawley: It's definitely the heart. It's almost too quiet to hear at all. Dr Clarkson: I'm afraid so. Isobel Crawley: I've been thinking about the treatments that are available. Considerable success has been achieved over the last few years by draining the pericardial sac of the excess fluid and administering adrenaline. Dr Clarkson: Mrs Crawley, I appreciate your thoroughness. Isobel Crawley: But you're unwilling to try it? Dr Clarkson: Injection of adrenaline is a comparatively new procedure. Isobel Crawley: It's a while ago now, but I saw my husband do it. I know how. Dr Clarkson: Please, Mrs Crawley, don't--don't force me to be uncivil. We would be setting an impossible precedent when every villager could--could demand the latest fad in treatment for each new cut and graze. Isobel Crawley: I would remind you that we're not talking of a cut or a graze, but the loss of a man's life and the ruin of his family. Dr Clarkson: Of course, but I beg you to see that it is...not reasonable. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Miss O'Brien: I'm sorry, but I have standards. [Anna enters and sits down next to Bates.] Anna (whisper): I've just seen something ever so odd. Mr Bates (whisper): What? Miss O'Brien: And if anyone thinks I'm going to pull my forelock and curtsy to this [Cora enters.] Miss O'Brien: Mr Nobody from Nowhere-- Cora, Countess of Grantham: O'Brien. [The servants stand.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Were you discussing Mr Crawley? Miss O'Brien: Yes, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is it your place to do so? Miss O'Brien: I've got my opinions, milady, same as anybody. [Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: Can I help Your Ladyship? Cora, Countess of Grantham: This is the button we're missing from my new evening coat, I found it lying on the gravel, but I was shocked at the talk I heard as I came in. Mr Crawley is His Lordship's cousin and heir. You will, therefore, please accord him the respect he's entitled to. Miss O'Brien: But you don't like him yourself, milady. You never wanted him to-- Cora, Countess of Grantham: You're sailing perilously close to the wind, O'Brien. If we're to be friends, you will not speak in that way again about the Crawleys or any member of Lord Grantham's family. Now, I'm going up to rest. Wake me at the dressing gong. [Cora leaves and the servants sit back down.] Thomas: I don't think that's fair. Not here in the servants' hall. Miss O'Brien: I agree. If she was a real lady, she wouldn't have come down here. She'd have rung for me and given me the button, that's all. Thomas: This isn't their territory, we can say what we like down here. Mrs Hughes: Who says? Thomas: The law. And parliament. There is such a thing as free speech. Mrs Hughes: Not when I'm in charge! Don't push your luck, Thomas. Now, tea's over. Back to work. You'd better take this. [Mrs Hughes hands O'Brien Cora's coat button.] Miss O'Brien: "Friends." Who does she think she's fooling? We're not friends. Anna: No? Miss O'Brien: No. And you're not friends with the girls, neither. We're servants, you and me, and they pay us to do as we're told, that's all. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - EVENING] [Molesley watches as Matthew tries to adjust his bowtie.] Mr Molesley: May I...? Matthew Crawley: I can manage. Now, where have I put my cufflinks? Mr Molesley: I thought these would make a change-- Matthew Crawley: No, my usual ones. [Matthew puts the cufflinks on himself.] Matthew Crawley: I know I'm a disappointment to you, Molesley, but it's no good. I'll never get used to being dressed like a doll. Mr Molesley: I'm only trying to help, sir. Matthew Crawley: Of course. And if I've offended you, I apologise. But surely you have better things to do. Mr Molesley: This is my job, sir. [Matthew puts on his own tailcoat.] Matthew Crawley: Well, it seems a very silly occupation for a grown man. [Matthew turns around and sees Molesley's dismay.] Matthew Crawley: Look, I'm sorry if I'm... [Matthew can't recover from what he just said.] Matthew Crawley: I'm sorry. [Matthew leaves quickly and Molesley steps forward to help, but stops.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Lady Sybil: Why are you so against him? Lady Mary: Aside from the fact he's planning to steal our inheritance? Lady Edith: Your inheritance. It makes no difference to Sybil and me. We won't inherit, whatever happens. Lady Mary: He isn't one of us. Lady Sybil: Cousin Freddie's studying for the bar, and so is Vivian McDonald. [Edith sneaks a peek at a letter Mary received from Evelyn.] Lady Mary: At Lincoln's Inn. Not sitting at a dirty little desk in Ripon. Besides, his father was a doctor. Lady Sybil: There's nothing wrong with doctors. We all need doctors. Lady Mary: We all need crossing sweepers and draymen, too, it doesn't mean we have to dine with them. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Whom don't we have to dine with? Lady Edith: Mary doesn't care for Cousin Matthew. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Sybil, be a dear and fetch my black evening shawl. O'Brien knows which one. [Sybil gets up to leave.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: And Edith, can you see if the drawing room's ready. [Edith leaves, too.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Glad to catch you alone. Lady Mary: You've driven the others away. CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM (chuckles) Perhaps I have. [Cora looks at the flowers on Mary's vanity table.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Pretty. The point is, my dear, I don't want you, any of you...to feel you have to dislike Matthew. Lady Mary: You dislike the idea of him. Cora, Countess of Grantham: That was before he came. Now he's here, I don't see any future in it. Not the way things are. Lady Mary: I don't believe a woman can be forced to give away all her money to a distant cousin of her husband's. Not in the 20th century. It's too ludicrous for words. Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's not as simple as that. The money isn't mine anymore. It forms a part of the estate. Lady Mary: Even so, when a judge hears-- Cora, Countess of Grantham: For once in your life, will you please just listen?! [Mary is shocked by her mother's gruffness.] Cora, Countess of Grantham(at a normal volume, but with the tone of shouting): I believe there's an answer which would secure your future and give you a position. Lady Mary: You can't be serious. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Just think about it. Lady Mary: I don't have to think about it. Marry a man who can barely hold his Knfe like a gentleman? Cora, Countess of Grantham: (laughs) Oh, you exaggerate. Lady Mary: You're American, you don't understand these things. [Cora's jaw drops.] Lady Mary: Have you mentioned this to Granny? Did she laugh? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Why would she? It was her idea. [It's Mary's turn to gape at her mother.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY DINING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Have you been able to explore the village? Isobel Crawley: Indeed, I have. And I thought the hospital a great credit to your father's memory. But I'm afraid the good doctor and I did not see eye to eye. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: (chuckles) Oh, you amaze me. Isobel Crawley: He is treating one of your tenant, John Drake, for dropsy, but seems reluctant to embrace some of the newer treatments. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Drake is a good man, and far too young to die, but I suppose the doctor knows his business. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Not as well as Mrs Crawley, apparently. [Isobel tries to reply, but Robert steps in first.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: By the way, if ever you want to ride, just let Lynch know and he'll sort it out for you. Lady Mary: Oh, Papa, Cousin Matthew doesn't ride. Matthew Crawley: I ride. Lady Mary: And do you hunt? Matthew Crawley: No, I don't hunt. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I daresay there's not much opportunity in Manchester. [Violet chuckles.] Matthew Crawley: Are you a hunting family? Lady Mary: Families like ours are always hunting families. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not always. Billy Skelton won't have them on his land. Lady Mary: But all the Skeltons are mad. Matthew Crawley: Do you hunt? Lady Mary: Occasionally. I suppose you're more interested in books than country sport. Matthew Crawley: I probably am. You'll tell me that's rather unhealthy. Lady Mary: Not unhealthy. Just unusual...among our kind of people. [Robert, Violet, and Isobel are all astonished at Mary's snobbery.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY SERVERY - EVENING] [Mr Carson meets Mrs Hughes as she brings up some plates.] Mrs Hughes (whisper): I'm changing 'round the dessert services. Mr Carson: We're missing a sugar sifter. I know I put three out. Mrs Hughes: I was talking to Anna earlier. Mr Carson: Why? What's she been saying? Mrs Hughes: Whatever's the matter? Mr Carson: What did Anna say? Mrs Hughes: Only that she thinks Thomas is bullying William. Mr Carson: Ah. Yeah, she may have a point. I'll keep an eye out. Here it is. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Lady Mary: I've been studying the story of Andromeda, do you know it? Matthew Crawley: Why? Lady Mary: Her father was King Cepheus, whose country was being ravaged by storms, and in the end, he decided the only way to appease the gods was to sacrifice his eldest daughter to a hideous sea monster. So, they chained her naked to a rock... Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham (chuckles uncomfortably): Really? Mary, we'll all need our smelling salts in a minute. Matthew Crawley: But the sea monster didn't get her, did he? [Sybil is transfixed by the story and the drama playing out right in front of her.] Lady Mary: No. Just when it seemed he was the only solution to her father's problems, she was rescued. Matthew Crawley: By Perseus. [Some of the wind goes out of Mary's sails.] Lady Mary: That's right. Perseus, son of a god. Rather more fitting, wouldn't you say? Matthew Crawley: That depends. I'd have to know more about the princess and the sea monster in question. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [William plays piano while the others visit.] Daisy: I wish I could dance like that. Thomas: Like what? [Daisy holds up a book with dance steps mapped out.] Thomas: Don't you know the grizzly bear? Mr Bates (chuckles): The grizzly bear. As if you do. Thomas: Certainly, I do. Miss O'Brien, shall we show them? Miss O'Brien: Not likely. [Anna and Bates laugh.] Thomas: William, give us a tune. Come on, Daisy. Anna: Go on. Thomas: Hands up. [Thomas puts his hands up into claws and growls and the others laugh and clap as he moves forward to dance the grizzly bear with Daisy. Mrs Patmore comes in, wiping her brow.] Mrs Patmore: Daisy. Daisy! [The music and merriment stops.] Mrs Patmore: Stop that silly nonsense before you put your joints out. See to the range and go to bed. [Daisy turns to Thomas in awe.] Daisy: Thank you, that was beautiful. [The others clap and Thomas bows as Daisy leaves.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY FRONT WALK - NIGHT] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'm sorry Mary was rather sharp this evening. [Matthew chuckles.] Matthew Crawley: I doubt Cousin Mary and I are destined to be close friends. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mmph. Matthew Crawley: I don't blame her. Her father's home and her mother's fortune are to be passed to me. It's very harsh. [A thought strikes Violet.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What would you say if the entail was set aside in Mary's favour? Matthew Crawley: I should try to accept it with as good a grace as I could muster. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Would you? [Violet steps towards the motorcar.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh. Well, good evening Taylor. Taylor: Good evening, milady. [Taylor holds the door open for Violet.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Thank you. [INT. SILVER ROOM - NIGHT] Mrs Hughes: I'll say goodnight, Mr Carson. [Carson holds a candelabra.] Mr Carson: Look at that scratch. We'll have to get that sorted out when they're up in London. Mrs Hughes: You can hardly see it. Mr Carson: Well, I'll know it's there. Mrs Hughes: Are you all right now? Only, you seemed a little upset earlier. Mr Carson: Y-- er, I'm sorry about that. I'm just, erm...I'm a bit tired. Mrs Hughes: And no wonder. Did the dinner go well? Mr Carson: Oh, well enough. But they won't make a match between them, if that's what they're thinking. Mrs Hughes: Lady Mary doesn't like him? Mr Carson: And why should she like the man she's been passed over for? And why has she been? That's what I'd like to know. Mrs Hughes: It's the law. Mr Carson: Well, it's a wicked law. [Carson closes the silver cabinet.] [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] [Thomas is fixing a clock.] Miss O'Brien: Why does Mr Carson let you do that? Thomas: Because my dad was a clockmaker. Miss O'Brien: Did you really ask him for the job with the Crawleys? Thomas: I'm sick of being a footman. Miss O'Brien: I'd rather be a footman than wait on someone who ought to be a footman himself. Thomas: But Mr Carson shouldn't have told Bates. How are things with Lady G? Miss O'Brien: Same as usual. Thomas: "Yes, milady. No, milady. Three bags full"? Miss O'Brien: I'd like to give her three bags full. Preferably on a dark night. Thomas: Will you hand in your notice? Miss O'Brien: And let her ruin me with a nasty reference? Oh, I think not. [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Dr Clarkson: I don't want to exaggerate. She's been...very generous in many ways. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Generous? To instruct you in your own practice? Dr Clarkson: Well, she may even have a point. But i--it does not seem to me realistic. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, nor is it. Put an end to her meddling. I am your president and I say, "Get rid of her." Dr Clarkson: Will that not be awkward? I gather she's planning to stay in the village for the foreseeable future. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No one can foresee the future, Doctor. Not you, not I, and certainly not Mrs Crawley. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY GROUNDS - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You do not love the place yet. Matthew Crawley: Well, obviously it's-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, you don't love it. You see a million bricks that may crumble, a thousand gutters and pipes that may block and leak, and stone that will crack in the frost. Matthew Crawley: But you don't? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I see my life's work. Matthew Crawley: Was it ever in danger? [Robert chuckles.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Many times. My dear papa thought the balloon would go up in the 1880s. Matthew Crawley: What saved it? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Cora. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Bates enters to find Anna sitting alone.] Mr Bates: Where is everyone? Anna: They've gone down to the village. Some traveling salesman set up at the pub for the afternoon. Mr Bates: Alone at last. We shouldn't be without both footmen. Does Mr Carson know? Anna: Mrs Hughes does. She's gone with them. They won't be long. Mr Bates: So, you see to the girls and you're supposed to be head housemaid. You should put in for a raise. Anna: What do you mean, "supposed to be"? [The smile and chuckle. The front door bell rings.] Mr Bates: I said they shouldn't have let both footmen go. Anna: Well, you'll have to answer it. Mr Carson wouldn't like a maid answering the front door. [EXT/INT. FRONT DOOR/OUTER HALL - DAY] Mr Bates: Sorry to have kept you waiting, sir. Charles Grigg: I'm here to see Lord Grantham. Mr Bates: Is he expecting you? Charles Grigg: No. But he'll be very interested in what I have to tell him. Mr Bates: His Lordship is not at home, but if you will leave your name-- Charles Grigg: Ah, ah, ah. Don't go all high and mighty with me. I don't know who you are, but you're certainly not the butler, so don't try and make out you are. Mr Bates: How do you know? Charles Grigg: Because Charlie Carson's the butler 'round here. Mr Bates: Does your business concern him? Charles Grigg: It might do. Mr Bates: Excuse me for one moment, sir. [Bates partially closes the door and enters the house. Anna waits in the entry.] Mr Bates: Fetch Mr Carson as fast as you can. [Anna nods and the stranger walks in uninvited. Bates turns back to Anna.] Mr Bates: Use the front door. [Anna heads outside and the stranger smirks after her.] Mr Bates: If you would like to follow me, sir. Charles Grigg: Oh, no. If you think you're tucking me away somewhere, you've got another thing coming. Mr Bates: You will be more comfortable, sir. Charles Grigg: Sorry, chump. [The stranger waltzes into the library and looks around.] Charles Grigg: Oh, aye. I'll not mind waiting in here. [Sybil enters wearing a riding outfit.] Lady Sybil: Bates...? Mr Bates: This...gentleman is an acquaintance of Mr Carson, milady. Lady Sybil: What is he doing in here? Mr Bates: He says he has urgent business with His Lordship. Charles Grigg: Urgent. Mr Bates: I've sent for Mr Carson to come at once. Lady Sybil: Then I'll stay with you in case explanations are needed. Mr Bates (mouths): Thank you. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY GROUNDS - DAY] [Anna runs down the road.] Anna: Mr Carson! You're needed at once in the library. [INT. OUTER HALL/LIBRARY - DAY] [Robert enters through the open front door to hear the stranger complaining loudly.] Charles Grigg: How long are you expecting me to wait? I'm a very busy man, you know. Mr Bates: If you could just be patient for a little longer, sir. [The stranger sees Robert entering.] Charles Grigg: Ah. Robert, Earl of Grantham: May I ask who this is and precisely what is going on? [Mr Carson and Anna enter.] Mr Carson: Mr Bates, what are you...? Er...I'm sorry, Your Lordship. Mr Bates, you may go now. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, stay where you are. No one is going anywhere. Do I take it you know this man? Charles Grigg: Don't try and deny it. Mr Carson: No, I won't deny it. I do know him, my lord, but not what he is doing in the library. Mr Bates: I tried to take him downstairs out of sight, Mr Carson, but he wouldn't come. Mr Carson: Thank you, that was thoughtful. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But who is he? [Carson hesitates.] Charles Grigg: Will you tell him or shall I? Mr Carson: His name is Charles Grigg. We worked together at one time. Charles Grigg: Oh, I'm a little more than that, aren't I, Charlie? [Grigg pats Carson on the shoulder. Carson grimaces.] Charles Grigg: We're like brothers, him and me. Mr Carson: We are not like brothers. Charles Grigg: We were a double act. On the halls. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You were on the stage? Carson, is this true? Mr Carson: It is, my lord. Charles Grigg: The Cheerful Charlies, that's what they called us. [Carson rolls his eyes while Grigg does a tap dance and hands Robert a flier for their old act.] Charles Grigg: We did quite well, didn't we? Mr Carson: Until you couldn't keep your hands out of the till. Anna: Would you like us to go, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: No. You know it now. You might as well bear witness to my shame. He turned up in the village with no warning some days ago on the run, asking for somewhere to hide and, of course, for money. Robert, Earl of Grantham: God in heaven. Mr Carson: He's wanted for some petty crime of which he is, of course, guilty. Charles Grigg: Hey, steady on. Mr Carson: He thr*at to expose my past to make me a laughingstock in this house. And in my vanity and pride, I gave him what he wanted. Charles Grigg (scoffs): You did not. Mr Carson: I put him in an empty cottage and fed him from the kitchens. I couldn't buy food in the village, it would raise too many questions. I stole. I'm a thief. She...saw it. [Carson indicates Anna.] Anna: I'd never have said anything, Mr-- Mr Carson: And now my disgrace is complete. My lord, you have my resignation. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Really, Carson, there's no need to be quite so melodramatic. You're not playing Sydney Carton. [Robert turns to Grigg.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: So, why have you come here, if he has done everything you asked of him? Charles Grigg: Because he hasn't. [Grigg sits down in a chair.] Charles Grigg: He wouldn't give me any money. Mr Carson: If I had, how could I have prevented his returning to Downton once it was spent? [Robert clears his throat.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: My dear Mr Grigg... Charles Grigg: Ah. Nice to see someone 'round here's got some manners. Mr Carson: Hold your tongue! Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'll tell your what is going to happen. When I have given you twenty pounds, you will leave Downton immediately and we will never set eyes on you again. Charles Grigg: I'll have to see about that. Robert, Earl of Grantham: If you return to this area, I will personally ensure your conviction for theft and blackmail. [Grigg springs up from the chair.] Charles Grigg: Just a minute-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: You will serve from five to ten years in His Majesty's custody. [Robert pulls out his wallet.] Charles Grigg: You think you're such a big man, don't you? Just 'cause you're a lord, you think you can do what you like with me. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I think it, because it is true. [Robert holds out the cash and Grigg debates for a moment, then takes the money.] Charles Grigg: You'll not always be in charge, you know. The day is coming when your lot will have to toe the line just like the rest of us. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Perhaps. But happily for Carson, that day has not come yet. [Grigg looks at Carson and stalks off. Anna and Bates follow, but Sybil remains.] Mr Carson: I...take it my resignation has not been accepted? Robert, Earl of Grantham: My dear fellow, we all have chapters we would rather keep unpublished. To be honest, Carson, I'm rather impressed. Did you really sing and dance and everything in front of an audience? [Sybil smiles.] Mr Carson (ashamed): I did. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And do you ever miss it? Mr Carson: Not in the least, my lord. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] Anna: Poor Mr Carson. We'll have to treat him like a god for a month to calm his nerves. Mr Bates: He'll be afraid this will change the way we think of him. Anna: Then we mustn't let it. Mr Bates: But it will. The Cheerful Charlies? [The laugh.] Mr Bates: For all his talk of dignity, we know his story now. Anna: And admire him more because of it. Mr Bates: Maybe. But it will change the way we think of him. It always does. Anna: I don't see why. I shouldn't care what I found out about you, whatever it was. It wouldn't alter my opinion one bit. Mr Bates: But it would. It certainly would. [THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] [Violet and Cora sit down to tea.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: We're running out of options. The lawyers I write to only huff and puff. They echo Murray and say, "Nothing can be done." Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, they don't want the bother of opposing him. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, precisely. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I wish Mary wasn't so confident it could all be put right. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Meanwhile, we have to watch that dreadful woman parade around the village as if she owned it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I think she means well. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Meaning well is not enough. Poor Dr Clarkson. And what has he done to deserve that termagant? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I think he's in for an uncomfortable afternoon. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Really? Why? Cora, Countess of Grantham: On my way here, I saw her go into the hospital. She looked extremely determined. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Not as determined as I am. [Violet stands up.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, OFFICE - DAY] [Isobel holds a tiny vial.] Isobel Crawley: I have the adrenaline here in my hand. Will you really deny the man his chance of life? Dr Clarkson: I just wish it was a treatment I was more familiar with. Isobel Crawley: Will that serve as your excuse when he dies? [Clarkson stands and takes the vial and goes to the door.] Dr Clarkson: Nurse! [A nurse comes to the door.] Dr Clarkson: Can you prepare Mr Drake for his procedure please? Well, Mrs Crawley, I have a feeling we will sink or swim together. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY] Dr Clarkson: Mr Drake, your heart is not functioning properly and, as a result, your pericardial sac is full of fluid. I am proposing first to withdraw the fluid, and then to inject the adrenaline to stimulate the heart and restore normal activity. Mrs Drake: Is it dangerous, Doctor? Dr Clarkson: The draining may stop the heart, and the adrenaline may not be able to restart it. Isobel Crawley: Mrs Drake, the choice is simple. If your husband endures this procedure, he may live. If not, he will die. Nurse: He's with a patient. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Please, please, no, let me pass. I must see the doctor at once. [Violet steps around the screen. Mrs Drake rises from her chair.] Dr Clarkson: Your Ladyship. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes, it's just as I thought. Dr Clarkson, tell me you will not permit this amateur to influence your professional opinion. Isobel Crawley: Amateur? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham (to Mrs Drake): My dear woman, do not let them bully you. They'll not disturb the peace of your husband's last hours, not if I can help it. Mrs Drake: But that's just it, my lady. I don't want them to be his last hours. Not if there's a chance. Please, Doctor, do what you must. [Clarkson steps forward to begin the procedure. A nurse hands him a needle and he attaches it to a draining tube.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: As... [Clarkson and the nurse insert the needle and Mrs Drake turns away. Isobel steps over to comfort her.] Dr Clarkson: Steady. Yeah, all right. Nurse: Yep. Dr Clarkson: Nice and steady. [Clarkson drains the fluid with a syringe attached to the tube.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: As president of this hospital, I feel I must... Dr Clarkson: Valve. [The fluid drains into a glass jar.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: ...tell you I...I shall bring this to the attention of the board. Dr Clarkson: You're doing very well. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Have you no pity? [The draining finishes.] Dr Clarkson: Adrenaline. Quickly, quickly. His heart's stopped. [The nurse hands him the syringe and he attaches it to the needle already inserted in Drake's chest.] Dr Clarkson: Ready? Nurse: Mm-hmm. [Isobel watches intently as she holds Mrs Drake. Clarkson injects the adrenaline and pulls out the needle.] Dr Clarkson: Yes. [Drake wakes and heaves deep breaths. Mrs Drake turns to look and goes to hold and kiss his hand.] Mr Drake: Oh, my dear. [Isobel turns to Violet, who is stunned by what happened.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You don't have to worry. She may be president, but I'm the patron, so you're quite safe with me. Please. [Robert motions for Matthew and Dr Clarkson to enter the library for some refreshments.] Matthew Crawley: My mother was right, then? The man's life was saved? Dr Clarkson: Well, I-- I like to think that we were both right, but I'm not sure Lady Grantham will be so easily convinced. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Then we must strengthen the argument. Cousin Isobel wants something to do. Very well. Let's make her chairman of the board. She'd like that, wouldn't she? Matthew Crawley: Certainly she would. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Then my mother will have to listen to her. [Clarkson is clearly thinking through the consequences of this new arrangement.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: She's been in absolute rule of there for long enough, it's time for some loyal opposition. Dr Clarkson: Well, if you're quite certain, my lord. [Clarkson hesitates.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What were you going to say? Dr Clarkson: At the risk of being impertinent...on your own head be it. [The men chuckle.] [EXT. FRONT WALK - DAY] [Thomas fetches Matthew's bicycle as Matthew and Robert exit the house.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: About your scheme for restoring the estate cottages... Matthew Crawley: You don't mind my interfering? Robert, Earl of Grantham: My dear fellow, I brought you here to interfere. In fact, why don't you stay for dinner and we'll talk about it? We'll send down to Molesley for your clothes. Matthew Crawley: I'd better not. My mother's expecting me. But in fact, I've been meaning to speak to you about Molesley. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh? Matthew Crawley: Would you find me very ungrateful if I dispensed with his services? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why? Has he displeased you in some way? Matthew Crawley: Not at all. It's simply that he's superfluous to our style of living. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is that quite fair? To deprive a man of his livelihood when he's done nothing wrong? Matthew Crawley: Well, I wouldn't quite put it-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: You're mother derives satisfaction from her work at the hospital, I think. Some sense of self-worth. Matthew Crawley: Well, certainly. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Would you really deny the same to poor old Molesley? And when you are master here, is the butler to be dismissed, or the footmen? How many maids or kitchen staff will be allowed to stay? Or must every one be driven out? We all have different parts to play, Matthew, and we must all be allowed to play them. [Robert pats Matthew on the shoulder and walks back to the house.] [INT. BALCONY - DAY] Lady Edith: Why must we all go to the hospital? Lady Mary: I'm afraid Papa wants to teach Granny a lesson. Poor Granny. A month ago, these people were strangers. Now she must share her power with the mother and I must marry the son. Lady Edith: You won't marry him, though, will you? Lady Mary: What, marry a sea monster? [They chuckle.] Lady Sybil: We shouldn't laugh, that's so unkind. Lady Edith: But he must marry someone. Lady Mary: Edith, what are you thinking? Lady Edith: You know, I don't dislike him as much as you do. Lady Mary: Perhaps you don't dislike him at all. Lady Edith: Perhaps I don't. Lady Mary: Well, it's nothing to me. I have bigger fish to fry. Lady Sybil: What fish? Lady Edith: Are we talking about E.N.? Lady Mary: How do you know that? Have you been poking around in my things? Lady Edith: Of course not. Lady Sybil: Come on, who is he? It's not fair if you both know. Lady Mary: You won't be any the wiser, but his name is Evelyn Napier. Lady Edith: The Honourable Evelyn Napier, son and heir to Viscount Branksome. Lady Mary: Who wants and old sea monster when they can have Perseus? [They chuckle.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - DAY] [Mr Carson knocks on the open door as Mrs Hughes is fastening a broach on her collar.] Mr Carson: If you're going to the ceremony, I thought we might walk together. Mrs Hughes: Certainly I'm going. I want to see the old bat's face when they announce it. I must try not to look too cheerful. Or shouldn't I talk like that in your presence? Mr Carson: Do you find me very ridiculous, Mrs Hughes? Putting on airs and graces I've no right to? Mrs Hughes: What's brought this on? [Carson sighs sadly.] Mr Carson: Nothing. Except at times I wonder if I'm just a sad old fool. Mrs Hughes: Mr Carson, you are a man of integrity and honour who raises the tone of this household by being part of it. So no more of that, please. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [William approaches Daisy nervously as she fixes her dress in the mirror.] William: I wondered i--if you'd like to walk with me down to the hosp-- Daisy: Is Thomas going? William: Well, I-- I think everyone is. Daisy: Sorry, what were you saying? William: Nothing. Doesn't matter. Mrs Patmore: Put this away before you go. [Mrs Patmore hands Daisy a dish] Mrs Patmore: And never mind your flirting. Daisy: I wasn't flirting. Not with him. Mrs Patmore: William's not a bad lad. Daisy: He's nice enough, but...he isn't like Thomas. Mrs Patmore: No, he's not. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, MATTHEW CRAWLEY'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Matthew fixes his tie in the mirror and Molesley opens a box.] Mr Molesley: Cufflinks, sir? Matthew Crawley: Those are a dull option for such an occasion, don't you agree? Mr Molesley: Might I suggest the crest pair, sir? They seem more appropriate, if you don't mind my saying. [Molesley opens another box.] Matthew Crawley: Hm. [Matthew picks one up with a bemused expression.] Matthew Crawley: They're a bit fiddly, I wonder if you could help me? Mr Molesley (surprised): Certainly, sir. [Matthew allows Molesley to fasten his cufflinks. He looks at his coat and then back to Molesley. Molesley takes the hint and fetches it, then helps Matthew into the jacket.] Matthew Crawley: Oh, I see you got that mark out of the sleeve. How'd you do it? Mr Molesley: I--I tried it with this and tried it with that until it yielded. Matthew Crawley: Very well done. Mr Molesley: Thank you, sir. [Matthew lets Molesley brush down his coat.] [EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] Mr Carson: Y--you go in, Mrs Hughes. I want a quick word with Mr Bates here. Mr Bates? [Carson clears his throat at the others file into the hospital yard.] Mr Carson: Erm...I must thank you, both for what you did and for keeping silent afterwards. It was kind of you, and Anna. Mr Bates: It was nothing, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: I hope you don't judge me too harshly. Mr Bates: I don't judge you at all. I have no right to judge you or any man. [They exchange kind smiles.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] [Mr and Mrs Bates are in the audience. They all rise when Dr Clarkson enters with Violet and Isobel, then sit when the ladies do.] Dr Clarkson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this happy event: the investiture of our first chairwoman, Mrs Reginald Crawley, who has graciously agreed to share the duties of our beloved president, the Dowager Countess of Grantham. [Violet is clearly not pleased by the power play.] Dr Clarkson: Our little hospital must surely grow and thrive with two such doughty champions united as they are by the strongest ties of all, family and friendship. [Violet and Isobel sense the heavy irony.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "01x02 - Episode Two"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Bates walks out of the front gate.] [INT. POST OFFICE - DAY] Postmistress: There you are, Mr Bates, it's in. Came this morning. [The woman hands Bates a paper.] Mr Bates: I said it would, which isn't quite the same thing. [Gwen enters the shop and is surprised to run into Bates.] Mr Bates: Hello. I could've posted that for you. Gwen: Well, I prefer to do it myself. Mr Bates: I'll wait outside. [Gwen waits for Bates to pass, then approaches the counter and eagerly passes her parcel to the postmistress.] [INT. HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - DAY] [Anna stands on a chair trying to move a large case on top of the cupboard, but it won't budge. Gwen enters and Anna almost falls.] Gwen: What are you doing? Anna: If you must know, I'm trying to find some space on top of the cupboard to make life easier. [Gwen closes the door and Anna gets off the chair.] Anna: So, what's in it, then? Gwen: What? Anna: The bleeding great packing case that weighs a ton, that's what. Gwen: Can't you just leave it? Anna: No, I can't. And you'll tell me right now. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Cora walks up to the bench where Mary is reading a letter.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Anything interesting? Lady Mary: Not particularly. It's from Evelyn Napier. You met him at the Delta Fields last November at Doncaster races. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is that Lord Branksome's boy? Lady Mary: It is. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Do you like him? Lady Mary: I don't dislike him. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And what's he writing about? Lady Mary: Oh, nothing much. He's out with the York and Ainsty next week. He'll meet us at Downton. He'll want some tea when he's up here. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Where's he staying? With friends? Lady Mary: He says he's found a pub that caters for hunting. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, we can improve on that. He must come here. He can send the horses up early if he wants. Lady Mary: He'll know why you're asking him. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I can't think what you mean. His mother's a friend of mine; she'll be pleased at the idea. Lady Mary: Not very pleased. She's dad. Cora, Countess of Grantham: All the more reason, then. You can write a note, too, and put it in with mine. [Mary sighs and Cora gets up to leave.] Lady Mary: Should I tell him about your friendship with his late mother? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm sure you of all people can compose a letter to a young man without any help from me. [INT. HOUSEMAIDS' ROOM - DAY] [Anna and Gwen stare down at the typewriter that they pulled out of the packing case on top of the cupboard.] Anna: How much did it cost? Gwen: Every penny I'd saved. Al-- almost. Anna: And...i--is this the mystery lover? Gwen: Well, I've been taking a correspondence course in typing and shorthand. That's what was in the envelopes. Anna: Are you any good? Gwen: Yes. I am, actually. [O'Brien opens the door and Gwen and Anna move to block the typewriter from view.] Miss O'Brien: Eh, Her Ladyship wants the full skirt Lady Mary never wears. A seamstress is going to fit it to Lady Sybil, but I can't find it. Anna: I'll come in a minute. Miss O'Brien: They're waiting now. Anna: One minute. I'm just changing my cap and apron. [O'Brien looks at them suspiciously and leaves. Anna closes the door.] Anna: Have you told anyone? [Gwen shakes her head.] Anna: What did your parents say? Gwen: Well, I can't tell them till I've got a job. Dad will think I'm a fool to leave a good place and Mum will say I'm getting above myself, but...but I don't believe that. Anna: Nor do I. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's not of my doing. It's all Mary's own work, but I think we should encourage it. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Branksome's a dull dog, but I don't suppose that matters. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Did you know his wife had died? Robert, Earl of Grantham: He only ever talks about racing Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Cora is right. Mary won't take Matthew Crawley, so we'd better get her settled before the bloom is quite gone off the rose. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is the family and old one? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Older than yours I imagine. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Old enough. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And there's plenty of money. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, really? Cora, Countess of Grantham: (nods) Mm. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mama, you've already looked him up in the stud books and made inquiries about the fortune, don't pretend otherwise. Are you afraid someone will think you're American if you speak openly? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I doubt it'll come to that. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Shall I ring for tea? Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, not for me. I'm meeting Cripps at five. I'll see you at dinner. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You don't seem very pleased. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'm pleased. It's not brilliant, but I'm pleased. Cora, Countess of Grantham: So...? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I don't want Robert to use a marriage as an excuse to stop fighting for Mary's inheritance. Cora, Countess of Grantham: It won't make any difference. I don't think he has the slightest intention of fighting as it is. The price of saving Downton is to accept Matthew Crawley as his heir. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What about you? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I don't dislike Matthew. In fact, I rather admire him. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Is that sufficient reason to give him your money? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course not! Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Then there's nothing more to be said. Are we going to have tea or not? [INT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] [Matthew rides his bicycle into the village and ring the bell on it as he comes upon Edith.] Lady Edith: Oh. [Matthew tips his hat and gets off his bicycle.] Matthew Crawley: Hello. I'd offer you a lift if I could. Lady Edith: It was you I was coming to see. Matthew Crawley: Oh, then your timing is matchless. I just got off the train. Lady Edith: The other day at dinner, Cousin Isobel was saying you wanted to see some of the local churches. Matthew Crawley: She's right, I do. I want to know more about the county generally if I'm to live here. Lady Edith: Well, I thought I might show you a few of the nearer ones. We could take a picnic and make an outing of it. Matthew Crawley: That's very kind. Lady Edith: Nonsense. I'll enjoy it. It's too long since I played the tourist. Matthew Crawley: It would have to be a Saturday. Churches work on Sunday and I work all the week days. Lady Edith: Then Saturday it is. I'll get Lynch to sort out the governess cart and I'll pick you up at about eleven. [Edith walks back the way she came, all smiles, and Matthew tips his hat to her as she leaves.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [The servants gather around the typewriter.] Daisy: How does it work? William: It's easy. You just press the letters and they print on the paper. [William presses a couple of keys to demonstrate. O'Brien shows Carson and Mrs Hughes into the room.] Mr Carson: Get back, please. Miss O'Brien: They were trying to hide it, so I knew it was wrong. Mr Carson: Where's Gwen now? Thomas: Doing the dining room with Anna. They'll be finished soon. Mr Carson: Then I'll wait. Mrs Hughes: With all due respect, Mr Carson, Gwen is under my jurisdiction. Mr Carson: Indeed she is, Mrs Hughes, and I have no intention of usurping your authority. I merely want to get to the bottom of it. William: Why shouldn't Gwen have a typewriter if she wants one? Thomas: Mind your own business. [Gwen and Anna enter.] Gwen: What's that doing here? Mrs Hughes: Ah, Gwen. Come in. Gwen: Why is that down here? Who's been in my room? They had no right! Mrs Hughes: Mr Carson: See here! In the first place, none of the rooms in this house belong to you. And in the second, I am in charge of your welfare and that gives me every right. ANNA (to O'Brien) This is you isn't it? Mr Carson: All we want is to know what Gwen wants with a typewriter and why she feels the need to keep it secret. Anna: She wants to keep it private, not secret. There's a difference. Mr Bates: Amen. Gwen: I've done nothing to be ashamed of. I've bought a typewriter and I've taken a postal course in shorthand. I'm not aware that either of these actions is illegal. Mrs Hughes: Will you tell us why, preferably without any more cheek? [Gwen hesitates.] Gwen: Because I want to leave service. I want to be a secretary. [Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes exchange a shocked look.] Mrs Hughes: You want to leave service? Miss O'Brien: What's wrong with being in service? Gwen: Nothing's wrong with it, and there's nothing wrong with mending roads neither, but it's not what I want to do. Mr Carson: I should remind you that there are plenty of young girls who will be glad of a position in this house. Gwen: And when I hand in my notice, I shall be happy to think one of them will be taking my place. Miss O'Brien: What makes you think we'll wait till then? Anna: Are you hiring and sacking now, Miss O'Brien? I thought that lay with Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes. Mr Carson: Enough of this. I'm going to ring the dressing gong and we'll have no more talk of this tonight. Gwen: Can I have my machine back now? Mr Carson: Very well. But I wish I was sure you know what you're doing. Mrs Patmore: Daisy! What's happened to you? I said you could go for a drink of water, not a trip up the Nile. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Anna laces Mary into her corset while Edith sits at the vanity.] Anna: Which churches will you show him? Lady Edith: I can't decide. Kirby, possibly, or perhaps Easingwold. Lady Mary: You don't think you're being a bit obvious? Lady Edith: Coming from you, that's rich. [Cora enters.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: There was a letter from Mr Napier in the evening post. Lady Mary: Mm. Did he accept? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Not yet. Lady Edith: Perhaps he thought it was too obvious. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Apparently he's bringing a friend with him, an attaché at the Turkish embassy. A Mr... [Cora pulls out the letter to read the name.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Kemal Pamuk. He's a son of one of the sultan's ministers and he's here for the Albanian talks. Lady Mary: What's that? Lady Edith: To create an independent Albania. Don't you read the papers? Lady Mary: I'm too busy living a life. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Since Turkey's signature is vital, Mr Napier's been given the job of keeping him happy until the conference begins and he's eager to try an English hunt. I shall invite this Mr Pamuk to stay here as well. Who knows? A little hospitality in an English house may make all the difference to the outcome. And Mary, you will ride out with him. Lady Mary: Oh, Mama, must I? My boots are at the menders and I haven't ridden for weeks. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Anna, please see that Lady Mary is fully equipped to go hunting. Anna: Yes, Your Ladyship. [Mary isn't pleased.] [EXT/INT. PROSTHETICS SHOP] [Bates enters as the shopkeeper is making a false arm.] Prosthetist: Yes? Mr Bates: I saw this advertisement for a-- a limp corrector. Prosthetist: Yes? Mr Bates: What does it do exactly? Prosthetist: It corrects limps. Mr Bates: Does it work? Prosthetist: Well, as I make it and I advertise it, is it likely I'd say no? Mr Bates: Can I see one? [The man fetches it from the back room.] Prosthetist: Here we are. You adjust this to the right height to minimize the limp. You tighten these gradually, as tight as you can stand, and as the legs straighten, the foot lowers to the floor. Can't say it's going to be easy, and you can't slack. Every day, all day if you mean business. Mr Bates: All right. How much? [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - NIGHT] [Isobel reads the contents of a letter aloud.] Isobel Crawley: She asks if we can both dine on Saturday. There are two young men staying, so you won't be so outnumbered for once. Matthew Crawley: What men? Isobel Crawley: A...Turkish diplomat called something I can't read "and Lord Branksome's charming son", who's to be flung at Mary, presumably. Matthew Crawley: When it comes to Cousin Mary, she's quite capable of doing her own flinging, I assure you. [Isobel chuckles.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - DAY] Anna: Ugh, open the door, can you? [Gwen timidly opens the door and Anna goes about her chores.] Anna: I couldn't find her britches anywhere, so I asked Mr Bates and he looked among His Lordship's riding clothes. There they were. I only hope to God I've got everything. [Gwen is clearly upset as Anna continues to work.] Anna: Hat I'll do here. Gloves and crop are in the hall. [Gwen starts weeping and Anna notices.] Anna: Gwen? Whatever's the matter? [Anna goes to comfort Gwen.] Anna: Hey, come on, sit down. Hey? [Mr Bates sees them from the hall as they sit on the bed.] Mr Bates: What's happened? Gwen: Oh...oh, I'm just being silly. You should get that brushed. [Gwen nods to the clothes Bates's arm. Bates enters and closes the door.] Mr Bates: He won't be up for another half an hour. Now, what is it? Gwen: Well, I suppose I've just realised that it's not going to happen. Mr Bates: What isn't? Gwen: None of it. I'm not going to be a secretary. I'm not going to leave service. I doubt I'll leave here before I'm sixty. Anna: Hey, what's all this? Gwen: Oh, you saw their faces. And their right. Oh, look at me! I'm the daughter of a farmhand, I'm lucky to be a maid. I was born with nothing and I'll die with nothing. Mr Bates: Don't talk like that. You can change your life if you want to. Sometimes you have to be hard on yourself, but you can change it completely, I know. [Bates cringes.] Anna: Mr Bates? Are you all right? Mr Bates: Take her upstairs. Dry her off. [Bates smiles and turns to open the door.] Anna: Come on, Gwen. Hey? [The maids precede Bates through the door and walk down the corridor. Bates leans against the wall for support and Mrs Hughes finds him closing his eyes in pain.] Mrs Hughes: Mr Bates? What's the matter? Mr Bates: Nothing. Not a thing. I'm fine. Mrs Hughes: Let me help you. Mr Bates: I'm perfectly all right, thank you Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: Are you sure? You're as white as a sheet. Mr Bates: It's my wonderful complexion inherited from my Irish mother. [Mrs Hughes contemplates his behaviour as she watches him walk away.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] [William and Thomas enter with empty trays. Thomas sneaks some dessert as the kitchen maids cut it and pour punch.] Mrs Patmore: Take it. Take it, don't dawdle! [The footmen take off with the trays of food and drink.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT WALK - DAY] [Carson stands at the door.] Mr Carson: William. [Carson directs where the footmen should bring the drinks. Lord and Lady Grantham greet the hunting party while the footmen serve those is hunting pink. The dogs beg for food from Thomas.] Lynch: Can you see them, milady? Lady Mary: Not yet. Oh, wait a minute, here is Mr Napier. I was beginning to give up on you. We're moving off. [Napier takes off his hat to Mary.] Evelyn Napier: We were fools not to accept your mother's invitation and send the horses down early. As it is, my groom only got here an hour or two ago and my mount's as jump as a deb at her first ball. Lady Mary: What about Mr Pamuk? I gather if he takes a tumble, you will be endangering world peace. Evelyn Napier: Don't worry about Kemal. He knows what he's doing on a horse. Lady Mary: Well, where is he? Evelyn Napier: Fussing. He's rather a dandy. Lady Mary: Well, I can see him now. A funny little foreigner with a wide, toothy grin and hair reeking with pomade. Evelyn Napier: I wouldn't quite say that. Here he is now. [Mary turns with a snobbish smile, but her jaw drops as he rides up.] Kemal Pamuk: Lady Mary Crawley, I presume? [Pamuk takes off his hat to her.] Lady Mary: You presume right. Kemal Pamuk: Sorry to be so dishevelled. We've been on a train since dawn and we had to change in a shed. Lady Mary: You don't look dishevelled to me. [Someone blows the hunting horn.] Lady Mary: Lynch, you don't have to stay with me. Lynch: But His Lordship asked me to. Lady Mary: It's a waste of your day. Help Mr Napier's man get their things back to house. Lynch: His Lordship said-- Evelyn Napier: Don't worry, I'll look after her. Kemal Pamuk: We'll make it our business to keep her from harm, I promise. [The hunting party rides off, leaving Lynch behind.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Mary sees Kemal stopping off to the side and rides to join him.] Lady Mary: I hope the day is living up to your expectations. Kemal Pamuk: It is exceeding them in every way. Lady Mary: And where's Mr Napier? Kemal Pamuk: He's gone over the bridge, look. Lady Mary: Ah. Kemal Pamuk: And, er, what about you? Will you follow him? Or will you come over the jump with me? [He nods to the fence in front of them.] Lady Mary: Oh, I was never much one for going 'round by the road. Kemal Pamuk: Stay by me and we'll take it together. [They ride back and jump the fence to ride through the mud.] [INT. CHURCH - DAY] Lady Edith: I wish we could talk a little more about you. What was it like growing up in Manchester? Matthew Crawley: Does it say anything about the side aisle? [Edith looks at a pamphlet.] Lady Edith: The side aisles were added in the 14th century by Bishop Richard De Warren. Matthew Crawley: Yes, you can see that in the...treatment of the stone. Lady Edith: It's wonderful to think of all those men and women worshipping together through the centuries, isn't it? Dreaming and hoping much as we do, I suppose. Matthew Crawley: Was the screen at Cromwell casualty? Lady Edith: I--I daresay. Matthew Crawley: I wonder how Mary's getting on. Lady Edith: All right, I should think. Why? Matthew Crawley: I just wonder. Will she stay with the hunt the whole day? Lady Edith: You know Mary, she likes to be in at the kll. Matthew Crawley: Where shall we go next? Lady Edith: Not home? Matthew Crawley: Oh, not yet. We've time for one more at least before we lose the light. Lady Edith: I underestimated your enthusiasm. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT WALK - DAY] [Pamuk, Napier, and Mary dismount and walk toward the house in good spirits.] Kemal Pamuk: Come on. [INT. ENTRYWAY/GREAT HALL - DAY] [Thomas enters and approaches Carson as the party removes their riding clothes.] Thomas: Is that one mine? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Home is the hunter home from the hill. [Robert sees the mud on Pamuk and Mary's ruffled hair.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Heavens, you have been in the wars. Lady Mary: Papa, this is Mr Pamuk. My father, Lord Grantham. Kemal Pamuk: How do you do, my lord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Did you have a good day? Kemal Pamuk: Couldn't have been better. Mr Carson: This is Thomas, sir. He'll be looking after you. Lady Mary: You remember Mr Napier. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course. How are you? Evelyn Napier: So kind of you to have us, Lady Grantham. Lady Mary: And this is Mr Pamuk. Cora, Countess of Grantham: How do you do? Kemal Pamuk: My lady. [Pamuk bows to kiss Cora's hand.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, what would you like? Lady Mary: Just baths. We're worn out. Thomas: Erm, your cases are upstairs, sir, if you'd like to follow me. Kemal Pamuk: Yes. [Anna enters one of the servants' corridors where O'Brien and Gwen are peering out. Thomas gives them an eye as he leads Pamuk to his guest room.] Robert, Earl of Grantham (background): Well, I hope Mary hasn't left you too exhausted. Evelyn Napier (background): No, not a bit of it. Gwen: He doesn't look Turkish at all. Anna: Well, he doesn't look like any Englishman I've ever met. Worse luck. I think he's beautiful. [Carson enters to find the three maids standing just inside the servants' door.] Mr Carson: Is there some crisis of which I am unaware? Miss O'Brien: No, Mr Carson Mr Carson: I cannot think of another reason why you should congregate here. Anna: No, Mr Carson. [The maids go their separate ways as footmen enter.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Have you seen our visitor? Quite a treat for the ladies. Mr Bates: Indeed, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Are they settled in all right? Mr Bates: I think so. Mr Napier's valet seems a competent fellow and Thomas knows what he's doing. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why doesn't the gorgeous Turk have his own chap? Mr Bates: Apparently his man speaks no English, so Mr Pamuk decided to leave him in London. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Probably very wise. I hope Thomas doesn't mind. Mr Bates: Oh, you know Thomas, milord. He has to have a grumble, but I gather he cheered up when he saw the gentleman. [Bates sucks in a breath when he steps with his bad leg.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Bates, is anything wrong? Mr Bates: Nothing at all, milord. Is that strap too tight? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mm. [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT] Thomas: Can I adjust it, sir? [Thomas fixes the vest strap.] Kemal Pamuk: Now, I'm relying on you to see that I go downstairs properly dressed. Thomas: Don't worry, sir. I've got sharp eyes for anything out of order. Kemal Pamuk: Then I put myself entirely in your hands. Thomas: You do right, sir. [Thomas hands Pamuk a bowtie.] Thomas: I should love to visit Turkey. Kemal Pamuk: Yes, it's a...it's a wonderful country. [Pamuk can't tie his bowtie and gives up in frustration.] Kemal Pamuk: My man always does this. Can you? [Thomas ties the bowtie.] Thomas: I'm very attracted to the Turkish culture. Kemal Pamuk: Then I hope your chance will come to something. Thomas: I hope so, too. [Thomas cups Pamuk's face in his hand, but Pamuk jerks away from his touch.] Kemal Pamuk: You forget yourself! Thomas: I--I'm sorry, sir. I-- Kemal Pamuk: That will teach you to believe what the English say about foreigners. I ought to report you. Thomas: I think...you mist-- Kemal Pamuk: I misunderstood nothing. But...I will make you an offer. [Pamuk turns around to fix his bowtie.] Kemal Pamuk: Later tonight I may need some help with the...geography of house. Thomas: The geography? Kemal Pamuk: Yes. I'm not sure yet, but I may wish to pay someone a visit. If that is the case, you will help me... [Pamuk turns back around.] Kemal Pamuk: And I will say nothing of your behaviour. [Thomas nods.] [INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I don't understand. Why--why would she want to be a secretary? Matthew Crawley: She wants a different life. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But why? I should far prefer to be a maid in a large and pleasant house than work from dawn till dusk in a cramped and gloomy office. Don't you agree, Carson? Mr Carson: I do, my lady. Lady Mary: Why are we talking about this? What does it matter? Cora, Countess of Grantham: It matters that the people that live and work here are content. Lady Sybil: Of course. We should be helping Gwen if that's what she wants. Isobel Crawley: I agree. Surely we must all encourage those less fortunate to improve their lot where they can. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Not if it isn't in their best interests. Isobel Crawley: Isn't the maid a better judge of that than we are? Lady Mary: What do you say, Mr Pamuk? Should our housemaid be kept enslaved or forced out into the world? Kemal Pamuk: Why are you English so curious about other people's lives? If she wishes to leave, and the law permits it, then let her go. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But perhaps the law should not permit it, for the common good. Isobel Crawley: So, you hanker for the days of serfdom. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I hanker for a simpler world. Is that a crime? Kemal Pamuk: I do dream of a simpler world, as long as we can keep our trains and our dentistry. [They chuckle.] Lady Mary: I wish I shared your enthusiasm. Our dentist is horrid. Kemal Pamuk: Well, why go to him, then? Lady Mary: Well, he treated all of us when we were children. You know how the English are about these things. Kemal Pamuk: Mm. [Matthew watches Mary and Pamuk intently as they smile and chuckle at the other end of the table.] Kemal Pamuk: Well, the next time you feel a twinge, you must come to Istanbul. Lady Mary: Wouldn't the journey be painful? Kemal Pamuk: Sometimes we must endure a little pain in order to achieve satisfaction. Evelyn Napier: Lady Mary rode very well today. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why did you send Lynch back? Lady Mary: I had my champions to left and right. It was enough. [Matthew doesn't seem to like that comment.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Did you enjoy the hunt today, Mr Napier? Mary said you had a tremendous run. Evelyn Napier: It was like something out of a trollop novel. [Robert chuckles.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: What about you, Mr Pamuk? Was your day successful? Kemal Pamuk: Oh, yes, Lady Grantham. I can hardly remember a better one. [Mary seems to tense uncomfortably at the comment. Matthew isn't pleased.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Robert watches Mary talking with Napier, Pamuk, and Matthew Crawley.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mary has more suitors tonight than the Princess Aurora. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Will she judge them sensibly? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, no one's sensible at her age. Nor should they be. That's our role. Kemal Pamuk: Well, if you'll excuse me. Matthew Crawley: Was it fun to be back in the saddle? Lady Mary: Yes. Although, I'll pay for it tomorrow. Matthew Crawley: Would you ever come out with me? Or aren't we friends enough for that? Lady Mary: Oh, I think it might be-- Evelyn Napier: That run reminded me of a day last month up in Cheshire. [Pamuk catches Mary's eye and nods for her to join him.] Evelyn Napier: We came down the side of a hill and-- Lady Mary: Excuse me. [Both men are surprised by her rudeness and obvious preference for Pamuk.] Matthew Crawley: It seems we must brush up on our powers of fascination. Evelyn Napier: I was a fool to bring him here. Matthew Crawley: Don't you like him? Evelyn Napier: (scoffs) Well, I like him very much, but so does everyone else, unfortunately. [Edith smiles at Matthew and moves his way. Napier notices.] Evelyn Napier: Excuse me. [Napier leaves. Matthew notices as Edith steps up to him. He gives her a polite smile.] Matthew Crawley: I hope I didn't wear you out today. Lady Edith: Not at all. I enjoyed it. We must do it again. [Matthew watches Mary as Edith talks. Pamuk leaves the room.] Matthew Crawley: Next time, let's take my mother. She was so jealous she made me promise she could come with us. Lady Edith: Of course. How nice that would be. [Thomas notices Mary walk past him to follow Pamuk out of the room.] Lady Mary: What is it? Kemal Pamuk: Is this picture really a Della Francesca? Lady Mary: I think so. The second earl brought back several paintings from-- [Pamuk grabs Mary's face and kisses her furiously, pushing her against the wall.] Lady Mary (whisper): Mr Pamuk! Kemal Pamuk: Let me come to you tonight, please. Lady Mary: I can't think what I have said that has led you to believe-- Kemal Pamuk: Please. I don't know when we'll meet again. So let it be tonight. [Pamuk leans in to kiss her again, but Mary pushes him back.] Lady Mary: Mr Pamuk, I will not repeat your words to my father since I should hate to see you cast out into the darkness, but can we agree to consider them unsaid? Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall rejoin my mother and sisters. [Mary returns to the drawing room. Pamuk watches her go, then smiles.] [INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT] [Thomas leads Pamuk through the house. Pamuk is wearing a dressing gown. Thomas stops at a door and nods. Pamuk nods and enters.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mary is reading in bed when Pamuk enters. She snaps the book shut, scrambles out of bed, and pulls the comforter to cover her nightgown. She keeps her voice to a whisper.] Lady Mary: You must be mad! Kemal Pamuk: I am. I am in the grip of madness. Lady Mary: Please leave at once or I'll... Kemal Pamuk: Or you'll what? Lady Mary: I'll scream. Kemal Pamuk: No, you won't. Lady Mary: Well, I'll ring the bell, then. Kemal Pamuk: And who's on duty now? The hall boy? Will you really let him find a man in your bedroom? What a story. Lady Mary: Do you have any idea what you're asking? I'd be ruined if they even knew we'd had this conversation, let alone if they-- Kemal Pamuk: What? Don't worry. You can still be a virgin for your husband. Lady Mary: Heavens, is this a proposal? Kemal Pamuk: Oh. Alas, no. I don't think our union would please your family. Lady Mary: I'm afraid not. Kemal Pamuk: Nor mine. But... [Pamuk steps close to her.] Kemal Pamuk: ...a little imagination...you wouldn't be the first. Lady Mary: You and my parents have something in common. Kemal Pamuk: Oh? Lady Mary: You believe I'm... [Pamuk begins to kiss her neck.] Lady Mary: ...much more of a rebel than I am. Now, please go. [Pamuk lays her down on the bed as he kisses her.] Lady Mary: I'm not what you think I am. If it's my mistake, if I've led you on, I'm sorry, but...I'm not. Kemal Pamuk: You are just what I think you are. [Pamuk continues kissing her neck.] Lady Mary: No. I've never done anything. Kemal Pamuk: Of course not. One look at you would tell me that. [Pamuk finally kisses her on the lips.] Kemal Pamuk: Oh, my darling. [Pamuk goes to kiss her again, but Mary stops him.] Lady Mary: Won't it hurt? Is it safe? Kemal Pamuk: Trust me. [Mary gives in and kisses him back and puts her arms around his neck.] [INT. HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mary puts her hand over Anna's mouth as she sleeps and Anna wakes. Mary puts a finger to her lips to hush Anna and beckons Anna to follow her. Gwen doesn't wake.] [INT.] [They whisper in the corridor.] Lady Mary: He's dad. I think he's dad. No, I'm sure he's dad. Anna: But how? Wh... Lady Mary: We were together and...he's dad. Anna: In your room? [Mary nods and tries to hold back her tears.] Anna: We've got to get him back to his own bed. Lady Mary: But how? It's in the bachelor's corridor miles from my room. Anna: Well, could we manage it between us? Lady Mary: He weighs a ton. I can hardly shift him at all. We'll need at least one other. What about Bates? [Anna shakes her head.] Anna: He couldn't lift him. William can't keep a secret, and Thomas wouldn't try to. Lady Mary: We've got to do something! Anna: Then who else has as much to lose as you if it ever gets out? Lady Mary: Not Papa. Please don't say Papa, I couldn't bear the way he'd look at me. Anna: No, not His Lordship. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Cora looks at the body and Mary in shock. They talk in whispers.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: What happened? Lady Mary: I don't know. A heart attck, I suppose, or a stroke or...he was alive and suddenly he cried out and then he was dad! Cora, Countess of Grantham: But...why was he here at all? Did he force himself on you? [Mary hesitates, then shakes her head.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well... [Cora tries to cope with that shock.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: We can talk about that later. Now, we must decide what to do for the best. Anna: There's only one thing we can do. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I couldn't. It's not possible. Lady Mary: If you don't, we will figure in a scandal of such magnitude it will never be forgotten until long after we're both dad. I'll be ruined, Mama! Ruined and notorious, a laughingstock, a social pariah. Is that what you want for your eldest daughter? Is it what you want for the family? Cora, Countess of Grantham: We must cover him up. [INT. CORRIDOR - DAWN] [Mary, Anna, and Cora carry the body in a sheet. They talk in whispers.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Hurry, the servants will be up soon. Anna: We've got time. [Mary stumbles and drops Pamuk's feet.] Lady Mary: Mama! Cora, Countess of Grantham: Sorry! [They shift positions as they reach the guest bedroom door. Mary drops Pamuk's feet again. Daisy sees them in the corridor as they carry the body into the room. She shrinks back into the servants' corridor.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - DAWN] [The women situate Pamuk under his bed covers and Cora takes the sheet they carried him in. Mary tries to close his eyes, but they keep popping open.] Lady Mary (weeping): I can't make his eyes stay shut. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Leave that and come away. [Anna turns the light out.] Lady Mary: He was so beautiful. Anna: Her Ladyship's right. We must get back to our rooms. [Mary and Anna walk to Cora at the door.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I feel now that I can never forgive what you have put me through this night. I hope in time I will come to be more merciful, but I doubt it. [Mary nods.] Lady Mary: You won't tell Papa? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Since it would probably kll him, and certainly ruin his life, I will not. But I keep this secret for his sake, not for yours. Lady Mary: Yes, Mama. [Mary looks down in acceptance and shame. Cora hands the bed sheet to Anna.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Anna, I will not insult you by asking that you also conceal Lady Mary's shame. Let us go. [They exit and Anna blows out the candle before she closes the door.] [INT. BACHELOR'S CORRIDOR - MORNING] [Thomas brings a breakfast tray to Pamuk's room. He knocks before entering and stops short when he sees Pamuk dad in the bed.] [INT. GREAT HALL - MORNING] [Napier sees Mary as she descends the stairs.] Evelyn Napier: I imagine you've heard what's happened? Lady Mary: Yes. Evelyn Napier: Terrible thing. Awful. Ghastly for your parents. I don't suppose I shall ever make it up to them. Lady Mary: It wasn't your fault. Evelyn Napier: Well, I brought him here. If it isn't my fault, whose is it? [Mary is clearly uncomfortable. Her eyes are red from crying.] Evelyn Napier: I was wondering if you might show me the gardens before I go. We could get some fresh air. Lady Mary: I won't, if you'll forgive me. I ought to s--stay and help Mama. Evelyn Napier: Of course. [Napier nods and turns round to leave, but stops and turns back.] Evelyn Napier: I am so sorry about all this. I've told your father I'll deal with the embassy. There won't be any more annoyance for you. Lady Mary: Thank you. Evelyn Napier: Actually, he was a terribly nice fellow. I wish I could have known him better. [Mary begins to cry again.] Evelyn Napier: I took him on as a duty, but I liked him more and more the longer I knew him. [Mary covers her mouth as she cries.] Evelyn Napier: Perhaps you saw his qualities for yourself. [Mary goes back upstairs crying.] Evelyn Napier: Which obviously you did. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR/KITCHENS - DAY] William: I had an uncle who went like that. Finished his cocoa, closed his book and fell back dad on the pillow. Thomas: I don't think Mr Pamuk bothered with cocoa much, or books. He had other interests. William: I meant, you can go just like that. [William snaps his fingers.] William: With no reason. Gwen: Well, that's why you should treat every day as if it were your last. Thomas: Well, we couldn't criticise Mr Pamuk where that's concerned. Daisy: What do you mean? Thomas: Nothing. Careful with that. [Daisy stares after Thomas as she absentmindedly stirs a bowl. Anna walks upstairs. Gwen is following when Sybil appears around the corner of the servants' hall with a newspaper in her hands.] Lady Sybil: Gwen, are you busy? Gwen: Your Ladyship? [Sybil steps back into the servants' hall and Gwen joins her.] Lady Sybil: I saw this. [Sybil shows Gwen the newspaper.] Lady Sybil: It came out yesterday, look. It's for a secretary at a new firm in Thirsk. See? Gwen: But...I don't understand. How did you know? Lady Sybil: That you want to leave? Carson told my father. Gwen: And you don't mind? Lady Sybil: Why should I? I think it's terrific that people make their own lives, especially women. Write to them today and name me as your reference. I can give it without ever specifying precisely what your work here has been. [Sybil turns to leave.] Gwen: Milady...thank you. [Sybil nods with a smile and leaves.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Napier walks towards Cora who is strolling around the grounds.] Evelyn Napier: Lady Grantham! I've come to say goodbye. They're bringing the car around to take me to the station. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Have you said goodbye to Mary? Evelyn Napier: I have. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Will we be seeing you here again? Evelyn Napier: Nothing would give me more pleasure, but I'm afraid I'm a little busy at the moment, and...I wonder if I might risk embarrassing you, because I should like to make myself clear. The truth is, Lady Grantham, I'm not a vain man. I do not consider myself a very interesting person, but I feel it's important that my future wife should think me so. A woman who finds me boring could never love me, and I believe marriage should be based on love. (chuckles) At least at the start. [Cora smiles.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Thank you for your faith in me, Mr Napier. Your instincts do you credit. Good luck to you. [They shake hands.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Did Mr Napier get off all right? Mr Carson: He did, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And poor Mr Pamuk has been taken care of? Mr Carson: We got Grasby's from Thirsk in the end. They're very good and they didn't mind coming out on a Sunday. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is everyone all right downstairs? Mr Carson: Well, you know. He was a handsome stranger from foreign parts one minute, and the next he was as dad as a doornail. It's bound to be a shock. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Of course. Upstairs or down. It's been horrid for the ladies, and for the female staff, I expect. Mr Carson: It's particularly hard on the younger maids. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Indeed. Don't let the footmen be too coarse in front of them. Thomas likes to show off, but we must have a care for feminine sensibilities. They are finer and more fragile than our own. [Mr Carson nods.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [Mrs Hughes finds Mr Bates cringing over his leg again.] Mrs Hughes: Mr Bates? [Bates straightens and pretends nothing is wrong.] Mrs Hughes: I am going to have to insist that you tell me what is the matter. Mr Bates: I thought it was for Mr Carson to give me orders. Mrs Hughes: Mr Carson's no better than any other man when it comes to illness. Now, tell me what it is and I'll see what I can do. Mr Bates: It's nothing, truly. I've twisted my bad leg and walked on it too soon. It'll be fine in a day or two. Mrs Hughes: Well, if it isn't, I'm sending for the doctor. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [Mary is entranced in her own gloomy thoughts. Carson enters to introduce Violet.] Mr Carson: The Dowager Countess. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, my dears, is it really true? I--I can't believe it. Last night he looked so well. Of course, it would happen to a foreigner. It's typical. Lady Mary: Don't be ridiculous. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'm not being ridiculous. No Englishman would dream of dying in someone else's house. Especially someone they didn't even know. Lady Sybil: Oh, Granny, even the English aren't in control of everything. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, I hope we're in control of something, if only ourselves. Lady Mary: But we're not! Don't you see that? We're not in control of anything at all! [Mary leaves quickly.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Edith, go and tell Mary to come back at once and apologise to her grandmother. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No, leave her alone. She's had a shock, we all have. Just let her rest. [Carson opens the door and William carries in the tea.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, just the ticket. Nanny always said, "Sweet tea is the thing for frayed nerves." Though why it has to be sweet, I couldn't tell you. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Gwen: What did you mean, "Mr Pamuk lived each day as if it were his last"? Thomas: What I said. Gwen: But, well, how did you know? Thomas: Can't keep William waiting. Gangway. Miss O'Brien: I'll be asking the same question later, so you better have an answer ready. [Thomas leaves with a smirk.] Mrs Patmore: Daisy, where have you hidden the flour? I can't see it anywhere. Daisy: It's just there, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: Well, fetch it to me, then. Oh, you're all in a daze today. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Matthew Crawley: Do you think we should've gone up there? To see how they are? Isobel Crawley: I sent a note, but I thought I'd be in the way. Why? Matthew Crawley: Well, I thought Mary was rather struck with him last night, didn't you? Isobel Crawley: Well, it must've been frightful for all of them. But there it is. In the midst of life, we are in death. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] Miss O'Brien: I suppose Mr Napier will have to manage everything. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I suppose he will. Miss O'Brien: We all thought him a very nice gentleman. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Yes, he is nice. Miss O'Brien: Will we be seeing a lot of him? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I don't expect so, no. Miss O'Brien: Because we rather hope Lady Mary might have taken a shine to him. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Seems not. Miss O'Brien: Oh, well. There are plenty more fish in the sea than ever came out of it. [INT. BACHELOR'S CORRIDOR/GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Carson enters to check the room. Mary is sitting on a chair in a corner.] Lady Mary: Are you looking for something? [Carson is startled.] Mr Carson: Lady Mary? [Mary stands.] Mr Carson: I just wanted to make sure the room had been tidied up after the...after the people had left. Lady Mary: Life can be terribly unfair, can't it? Mr Carson: It certainly can. Lady Mary: Everything seems so golden one minute, then turns to ashes the next. Can I ask you a question, Carson? Have you ever felt your life was somehow...slipping away? And there was nothing you could do to stop it? Mr Carson: I think everyone feels that at one time or another. Lady Mary: The odd thing is, I feel...for the first time, really...I understand what it is to be happy. It's just that I know that I won't be. Mr Carson: Don't say that, my lady. Don't raise the white flag quite yet. You will still be mistress of Downton. Old Lady Grantham hasn't given up the fight, not by a long sht. Lady Mary: Oh, that. I wasn't even thinking about that. Mr Carson: And if I may say so, my lady, you're still very young. Lady Mary: Am I? I don't feel it. Mr Carson: We're all behind you, my lady. The staff. We're all on your side. [Mary smiles.] Lady Mary: Thank you, Carson. You've always been so kind to me. Always. From when I was quite a little girl. Why is that? Mr Carson: Even a butler has his favourites, my lady. [Mary smiles.] Lady Mary: Does he? I'm glad. Anna: Lady Mary? [Mary stands and dries her eyes.] Anna: Oh, milady, I thought-- [Anna sees Carson.] Lady Mary: Carson and I were just making sure that everything was shipshape in Bristol fashion. And it is. [Mary walks to the door and Anna exits.] Lady Mary: Goodnight, Carson. Mr Carson: Goodnight, my lady. [They exit.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - MORNING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Of all the men on earth. I mean, he looked so fit. Dr Clarkson said it was a heart att*ck. Did you see any signs? Mr Bates: I didn't have much of a chance to study the gentleman. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You don't suppose there's anything sinister in it, do you? Every day the papers warn us of German spies, and they did say his presence was essential for peace in Albania. Mr Bates: I doubt it, my lord. Anyone wanting to poison his food would have to get past Mrs Patmore. [Robert chuckles.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Blimey, that's a thought. Unless, of course, she's a spy herself. [Bates cringes in pain. Robert is concerned.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I wish you'd tell me what's wrong, Bates. You'll be in no trouble. I only want to help. Mr Bates: I know that, Your Lordship, and I am grateful, truly, but there is nothing I need help with. [Robert nods and lets it go.] [INT. CORRIDOR - MORNING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Good morning, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: Good morning, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I wonder if you... [Robert looks back at his room where he left Bates.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - MORNING] [Bates leans on the bed frame, doubled over in pain. Mrs Hughes enters and Bates straightens.] Mrs Hughes: Now, will you kindly explain what in heaven is going on? Mr Bates: I'm perfectly well, Mrs Hughes. A bit stiff, that's all. [Mr Bates begins to limp towards the door, but Mrs Hughes closes it.] Mrs Hughes: Just so long as you know, I'm not leaving until you tell me. [Mr Bates sits in a chair and Mrs Hughes turns to him expectantly.] Mr Bates: I hope you have a strong stomach. [Mr Bates pulls up his pant leg, revealing severe bruising, bleeding, and swelling caused by the limp corrector. Mrs Hughes grimaces.] Mrs Hughes: Oh, my God. [Mrs Hughes puts a hand to her mouth in horror.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Matthew walks away from the house to join Mary.] Matthew Crawley: Cousin Mary? Lady Mary: Hello. Are we expecting you? Matthew Crawley: No, but I wanted to see you. I looked for you yesterday at church. Lady Mary: I wasn't feeling up to it. None of us were. Matthew Crawley: Must have been a horrible shock. Lady Mary: Yes. Matthew Crawley: And he seemed a nice fellow. Lady Mary: He was. A very nice fellow. Matthew Crawley: So, if there's anything I can do...please ask. Lady Mary: There isn't. But thank you. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, LAKE - DAY] [Mrs Hughes precedes Mr Bates down the dock to the lake. Mrs Hughes uncovers the limp corrector she's carrying and hands it to Bates.] Mr Bates: Well, here goes. Mrs Hughes: Do you not think we ought to say a few words? Mr Bates: What? Good riddance? Mrs Hughes: That. And your promise. Mr Bates: Very well. I promise I will never again try to cure myself. I will spend my life happily as the butt of other's jokes, and I will never mind them. Mrs Hughes: We all carry scars, Mr Bates, inside or out. You're no different to the rest of us, remember that. Mr Bates: I will try to. That I do promise. [Mrs Hughes nods and Bates throws the "limp corrector" into the lake.] Mrs Hughes: Good riddance! [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] Miss O'Brien: So, he definitely went in? Thomas: Saw him walk through the door. Miss O'Brien: But you don't know if he went back to his own room? Thomas: Yes, I do, 'cause I was the one who found him there the next day. Miss O'Brien: What I mean is, you don't know if he went back under his own steam. Thomas: Suppose not, but how else would he a done it? Miss O'Brien: That's what they call "the big question". Thomas: I don't want to get in any trouble over this. Miss O'Brien: Don't worry. You won't. Your secret's safe with me.	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "01x03 - Episode Three"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] Gwen: When does it open? Mr Bates: Tomorrow afternoon. Gwen: Well, let's get up a party in the evening, if Mrs Hughes lets us, after we've had our dinner. Anna: You're right. It doesn't come often and it doesn't stay long. Gwen: Well, what about you, Mr Bates? Mr Bates: I don't see why not. Anna: Well, there's Lady Mary. You go on ahead. I'll see you back at the house. Gwen: Right you are, then. Anna: Good day, milady. Is Her Ladyship all right? Has she recovered from...? Lady Mary: If you think she'll ever recover from carrying the body of Mr Pamuk from one side of the house to the other, then you don't know her at all. Anna: Well, I didn't mean recover, exactly, just...get past it. Lady Mary: She won't do that either. When she dies, they'll cut her open and find it engraved on her heart. Anna: What about you? What about your heart? Lady Mary: Haven't you heard? I don't have a heart. Everyone knows that. Anna: Not me, milady. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Mr Carson: You wanted to see the new chauffeur, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes, indeed. Please send him in. Come in, come in. Good to see you again. Branson, isn't it? Branson: That's right, Your Lordship. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I hope they've shown you where everything is and we've delivered whatever we promised at the interview. Branson: Certainly, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Won't you miss Ireland ? Branson: Ireland, yes, but not the job. The mistress was a nice lady, but she only had one car and she wouldn't let me drive it over twenty miles an hour, so it was a bit…well, boring, so to speak. [Robert chuckles.] Branson: You've got a wonderful library. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You are very welcome to borrow books if you wish. Branson: Really, milord ? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, there's a ledger over there that I make everyone use, even my daughters. Carson and Mrs Hughes sometimes take a novel or two. What are your interests? Branson: History and politics mainly. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Heavens. Carson, Branson is going to borrow some books. He has my permission. Mr Carson: Very good, my lord. Branson: Is that all, milord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: It is. Off you go and good luck. [Branson exits.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: He seems a bright spark after poor old Taylor. And to think Taylor's gone off to run a tea shop. I cannot feel it will make for a very restful retirement, can you? Mr Carson: I would rather be put to death, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Quite so. Thank you, Carson. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: How about some house parties? Cora, Countess of Grantham: She's been asked to one next month by Lady Ann McNair. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: That's a terrible idea. She doesn't know anyone under a hundred. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I might send her over to visit my aunt. She could get to know New York. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, I don't think things are quite that desperate. Poor Mary, she's been terribly down in the mouth lately. Cora, Countess of Grantham: She was very upset by the death of poor Mr Pamuk. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Why? If she didn't know him, one can't go to pieces at the death of every foreigner. We'd all be in a state of collapse whenever we opened a newspaper. Oh, no, of course Mary's main difficulty is that her situation is unresolved. I mean, is she an heiress or isn't she? Cora, Countess of Grantham: The entail's unbreakable. Mary cannot inherit. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No, what we need is a lawyer who's decent and honour bound to look into it. And I…I think, perhaps, I know just the man. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Matthew Crawley: You going to the fair while it's here. Mr Molesley: I shouldn't think so, sir. But I don't mind it. I like the music. Isobel Crawley: Goodness, what's happened to your hands? Mr Molesley: It's nothing, ma'am. Isobel Crawley: They look very painful. Mr Molesley: Oh, no, ma'am. Irritating more than painful. Isobel Crawley: Have you been using anything new to polish the silver or the shoes? Mr Molesley: No. Isobel Crawley: May I? Matthew Crawley: Leave him alone, Mother. Isobel Crawley: It looks like erysipelas. You must have cut yourself. Mr Molesley: Not that I'm aware of. Isobel Crawley: We'll walk 'round to the hospital tomorrow. Mr Molesley: Really, ma'am— Isobel Crawley: I insist. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Anna: Ugh. Mrs Patmore: You've got a cold, I want you out of here. Mrs Hughes: Anna, there you are. You know I'm out tonight, because I don't want to come home to any surprises. MRS PATMORE (laughs) That'll be the day. Anna: We thought we might go to the fair later. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Daisy? Mrs Patmore: You ought to go. She's been that down in the mouth since the death of poor Mr Pamuk. Daisy: Don't say that. Mrs Patmore: She has. Anna: We could all walk down together after the service dinner if that's okay. [Anna sneezes.] Mrs Patmore: You won't be walking anywhere. She's got minutes to live by the sound of it. Mrs Hughes: Go to bed at once. Anna: Yes, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: I'll bring up a Beecham's powder. Right, if there's anything you want to ask me, it'll need to be before I go. Mrs Patmore: What would I want to ask you? I'm preparing a meal for Lord and Lady Grantham and the girls. No one is visiting. No one is staying. Mrs Hughes: Well…that's settled, then. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] Nurse: I'm afraid Dr Clarkson's out delivering a baby. We don't know when he'll be back. Isobel Crawley: No matter. If you'll just open the store cupboard, I can easily find what I need. Nurse: Well, I— Isobel Crawley: You can tell the doctor that opened the cupboard for the chairman of the board. I assure you, he will raise not the slightest objection. This should do it. Tincture of steel, ten drops in water three times a day. And this is solution of nitrate of silver, rub a little in morning and night. Mr Molesley: How long before it's better? Isobel Crawley: Erysipelas is very hard to cure. We should be able to reduce the symptoms, but that might be all we can manage. Oh, and you must wear gloves at all times. Mr Molesley: I couldn't…wait a table in gloves. I'd look like a footman. Isobel Crawley: You may have to. The tincture and the salve will help. Try it for a week and we'll see. [INT. HAVEL AND CARTER - DAY] Attorney's Assistant: Someone to see you, Mr Crawley. Matthew Crawley: Well, there's nothing in my diary. Attorney's Assistant: It's Lady Grantham. Matthew Crawley: Well, in that case, show her in at once. Cousin Cora, to what do I owe the… Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, I hope I'm not a disappointment. [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - DAY] [Mrs Hughes looks at a hat.] Mrs Hughes: I thought it might be nice to cheer it up a bit. Miss O'Brien: Easier said than done. Mrs Hughes: Perhaps with a flower or a bit of veil or something. Miss O'Brien: I can find you a veil if you like. I hope you're not expecting me to do it. Mrs Hughes: Not if you're busy, of course. Miss O'Brien: Good. Mrs Hughes: And Miss O'Brien, I've sent Anna to bed with a cold, so I need you to manage the young ladies. Miss O'Brien: What, all three of them? I'm not an octopus. Why can't Gwen do it? Mrs Hughes: Because she is not a lady's maid. Miss O'Brien: I am not a slve. Mrs Hughes: Just do it, Miss O'Brien. Just do it. [INT. HAVEL AND CARTER - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'll pay you the compliment that I do not believe you wish to inherit just because nobody's investigated properly. Matthew Crawley: No, but— Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Nor can Murray accuse you of making trouble when you're the one who will suffer most from a discovery. Matthew Crawley: You're right that I don't wish to benefit at Mary's expense from an ignorance of the law-- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Putting it bluntly, do you think Robert has thrown in the towel prematurely? [Violet's chair creaks.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Good heavens, what am I sitting on? Matthew Crawley: A swivel chair. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, another modern brainwave? Matthew Crawley: Not very modern. They were invented by Thomas Jefferson. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Why does every day involve a fight with an American? Matthew Crawley: I'll fetch a different one. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No, no. No, no, I'm a good sailor. Matthew Crawley: It will depend on the exact terms of the entail and of the deed of gift when Cousin Cora's money was transferred to the estate. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: That is all I ask. To understand the exact terms. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] William: Is Daisy going to the fair tonight with the others? Mr Bates: Why don't you ask her? She needs taking out of herself. What's it to you? Thomas: Nothing. William: Daisy, I was hoping that— Thomas: Would you like to go to the fair with me, Daisy? There's a few of us going later on. Daisy: Do you mean it? Mrs Patmore: Daisy, don't let it get cold. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on! Mr Bates: You bastard. [EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] [Sybil, Edith, and Cora walk towards the car where Branson is waiting.] Lady Edith: Why is Sybil having a new dress and not me? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Because it's Sybil's turn. Lady Sybil: Can it be my choice this time? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course, darling. As long as you choose what I choose. Branson, you'll be taking Lady Sybil to Ripon tomorrow. She'll be leaving after luncheon. Branson: Certainly, Your Ladyship. Lady Sybil: Poor old Madame Swann. I don't know why we bother with fittings. She always makes the same frock. Lady Edith: What do you want her to make? Lady Sybil: Something new and exciting. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Heavens, look at the time. Not a minute to change. And Granny's invited herself for dinner. Lady Sybil: Then she can jolly well wait. Cora, Countess of Grantham: So, women's rights begin at home, I see. Well, I'm all for that. [The ladies chuckle and Branson drives off.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] Mrs Hughes: I'm just off, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: According to the wine book, we should still have six dozen of this, but I'm beggared if I can find much more than four. Mrs Hughes: Look again before you jump to any nasty conclusions. Mr Carson: Long time since you last took a night off. Mrs Hughes: You don't think I ought to stay, do you? Mr Carson: Certainly not. Be off with you. Mrs Hughes: And Anna's in bed with a cold, so I'm afraid it's all down to you. Mr Carson: Go. [EXT. THE VILLAGE FAIR - EVENING] [Matthew plays the Coconut Saloon game at the fair. Mary sees him and approaches.] Matthew Crawley: I wanted to have a go before I went home. How about you? [Matthew digs in his pockets for more change.] Fair Vendor: Thank you. [The vendor hands Mary and Matthew some more balls to throw.] Lady Mary: Thank you. Matthew Crawley: Do you know if your father's doing anything this evening? Lady Mary: He's not coming to the fair. Matthew Crawley: Seriously. Lady Mary: Well, having dinner with his family. Matthew Crawley: Could I look in afterwards? Lady Mary: May I ask why? Matthew Crawley: Your grandmother paid me a visit this afternoon and I'm…well, never mind, but I—I would like to see him. Lady Mary: Granny came to see you. Is it all part of The Great Matter? So, are you enjoying your new life? Matthew Crawley: Yes, I think so. I know my work seems very trivial to you. Lady Mary: Not necessarily. Sometimes I rather envy you, having somewhere to go every morning. Matthew Crawley: I thought that made me very middle class? Lady Mary: You should learn to forget what I say. I know I do. Matthew Crawley: How about you? Is your life proving satisfactory, apart from the Great Matter, of course? Lady Mary: Women like me don't have a life. We choose clothes and pay calls and work for charity and do the season, but really, we're stuck in a waiting room until we marry. Matthew Crawley: I've made you angry. Lady Mary: My life makes me angry, not you. [INT. ] Mr Carson: I never put the Sauterne on ice. Mrs Hughes goes out for one night and we all fall to pieces! Thomas: Mr Carson, we wondered if we could walk down to the fair after dinner. Mr Carson: I suppose so, but don't be too late. Mrs Patmore: …that's right. Thomas: Where do you think she's gone? William: None of your business. Mrs Patmore: Like most of what goes on 'round here. Daisy: Oh! Thomas: Well caught, that man, though I say it myself. Daisy: Thanks ever so. Yes? Mrs Patmore: Well, you've cheered up a bit. Daisy: He's so agile, i'in't he? He could have been a sportsman. Mrs Patmore: Who? Daisy: Thomas, of course. Mrs Patmore: Really? Which sport did you have in mind? [INT. GRAND STAIRCASE - EVENING] Lady Mary: I ran into Cousin Matthew in the village. He wanted to call on you after dinner. Apparently, Granny's been to see him. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Did you tell him she's coming here this evening? Lady Mary: Well, I didn't know she was. Robert, Earl of Grantham: When he arrives, do your best to keep her in the drawing room. Lady Mary: Well, I'd like to see you try. [Robert chuckles.] [INT. OUTER HALL - EVENING] [Matthew enters the house as the ladies are walking from the dining room to the drawing room.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't stay too late. Let them have an early night. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Sybil, Sybil, darling, why would you want to go to real school? You're not a doctor's daughter. Lady Sybil: But nobody learns anything from a governess apart from French and how to curtsy. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, what else do you need? Lady Sybil: Well, there's— Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Are you thinking of a career in banking? [Mary turns around and sees Matthew through the glass door. She holds up a hand to wait until the others have gone into the next room.] Lady Sybil: No, but it is a noble profession. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Things are different in America. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I know. They live in wigwams. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And when they come out of them, they go to school. [Mary goes to the door and opens it to speak to Matthew.] LADY MARY (whisper) If you wait in the library, I'll tell Papa you're here. Matthew Crawley: Thank you. [William watches the exchange.] [EXT. THE VILLAGE FAIR - EVENING] Joe Burns: Elsie? It is Elsie, isn't it? Mrs Hughes: It is. Though, there's very few left to call me that, Joe Burns. Joe Burns: Well, I'm flattered that I'm one of them. [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] [Carson brings in the port.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Where's Thomas? Mr Carson: I'm afraid I let some of the servants go down to the fair, my lord. I didn't know we'd have any visitors tonight. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, that's all right. They don't have much fun. You should join them. So, what did you say to Mama? Matthew Crawley: I haven't spoken to her since her visit, but I have looked through every source and I can't find one reason on which to base a challenge. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I could have told you that. Matthew Crawley: I'm not quite sure how to phrase it when I tell her. Robert, Earl of Grantham: She shouldn't have put you on the spot like that. It was unkind. Matthew Crawley: I'm afraid she'll think I've failed because I don't want to succeed. Robert, Earl of Grantham: She will think that, but I don't. And nor will Cora. Matthew Crawley: Of course it's impossible for Mary. She must resent me so bitterly. And I don't blame her. [INT. THE GRANTHAM ARMS - EVENING] [Mrs Hughes and Joe burns sit at a table having dinner.] Mrs Hughes: Yes, it must have been hard for you when Ivy died. Joe Burns: Took some getting used to. Mrs Hughes: What about your son? Do you see much of him? Joe Burns: Peter? No. I would've given him a share of the farm if he wanted it, but he's joined the army. Mrs Hughes: Well, I never. Joe Burns: Oh, he seems happy, but he's left me on me own. (indistinct): …take your plate, then. Joe Burns: Thank you. So, how's life treated you? Mrs Hughes: Oh, I can't complain. I haven't travelled, but I've seen a bit of life and no mistake. Joe Burns: I notice you call yourself Misses. Mrs Hughes: Housekeepers and cooks are always Misses. You know better than anyone I haven't changed my name. Joe Burns: Well, I know you wouldn't change it to Burns when you had the chance. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Miss O'Brien: You shouldn't have eaten with us. The chauffeur always eats in his own cottage. Mr Bates: Steady on. You can cut him a bit of slack on his second day. Branson: I'm waiting to take old Lady Grantham home. Miss O'Brien: Even then, Taylor never ate with us. You're taking advantage of Mrs Hughes's absence. Branson: What are you doing? Mr Bates: I'm sorting the collars, removing the ones that have come to an end. Branson: What happens to His Lordship's old clothes? Miss O'Brien: What's it to you? Clothes are a valet's pert, not a chauffeur's. Mr Bates: I get some, but most of it goes into the missionary barrel. Branson: I know it's meant to be kind, but I can think of better ways of helping the needy than sending stiff collars to the equator. [Bates chuckles.] Mr Bates: I thought Anna might have come down for her dinner. Miss O'Brien: And show she's ready to start work again? Not a chance. Mr Bates: She's still in bed, then? Miss O'Brien: She is. While I'm sat here sewing like a cursed princess in a fairytale and not down at the fair with the others. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Mr Carson: Would you like me to ask Branson to bring the car around, my lady? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Where's Robert? He can't have been drinking port since we left, he'd be under the table by now. Mr Carson: His Lordship's in the library. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: All alone? Oh, how sad. Mr Carson: No, he's-- Lady Mary: We can say goodbye to Papa for you, Granny. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: He's what? Mr Carson: He's with Mr Crawley, my lady. [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] Matthew Crawley: The question is, what do I say to Cousin Violet? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, don't worry about that. I can handle her. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Really? [Matthew stands up and Robert looks over in surprise.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, if you can, you must've learned to very recently. [INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Anna reads by candle light in bed. Mr Bates knocks on the door between the men and women's corridor. Anna goes out into the hall and approached the door.] Mr Bates: Anna. Anna: Mr Bates. Mr Bates: Can you open the door? Anna: I daren't. No one can open that door except Mrs Hughes. Mr Bates: Just for a moment. I brought you something. [Anna unlocks the door. Mr Bates has a dinner tray for her.] Anna: I don't know what to— Mr Bates: Shh! [Bates hands her the tray.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT WALK - EVENING] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What I don't understand in all this is you. You seem positively glad to see Mary disinherited. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You speak as if we had a choice. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Thank you, Branson. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm worn out. Tell Lady Mary and Mr Crawley I've gone to bed. Mr Carson: Shall I tell them now, my lord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: No. Wait until they ring. [EXT. THE VILLAGE FAIR - EVENING] Fairfolk (background): Yes, sir. Mrs Hughes: I ought to start back. This is very late for me. Joe Burns: Oh, not yet. It's a long time since I've had a girl to show off for at the fair. Fairfolk (background): Fair enough. Joe Burns: So, I take it you never get lonely? Mrs Hughes: Well, that's working in a big house. Though there are times you yearn for a bit of solitude. [Joe plays the fair game.] Mrs Hughes: Oh! Fair Vendor: We have a winner! Joe Burns: Ah, thank you. Well, er…something to remind you of me. Mrs Hughes: (chuckles) I don't need help to remember you. Joe Burns: But what—what happens when you retire? Mrs Hughes: I should think I'll stay here. Joe Burns: Suppose they sell the estate. Mrs Hughes: Suppose there's a tidal wave. Suppose we all die of the plague. Suppose there's a wr. [They chuckle.] Thomas: What did I tell you? She's found her Romeo. Gwen: That might be her brother. Thomas: She hasn't got a brother, I would know it by now, just a sister in Levinson Sands. Daisy: You know everything, don't you? William: (scoffs) Everything, my foot. You're hiding behind him, but he's not what you think he is. Daisy: Oh, go on, William, if you're gonna be such a spoil sport. William: All right, I will. [William marches off.] Gwen: Oh, come back, she didn't mean it! Mrs Hughes: I must go, but it's been lovely to see you again, Joe. Really. Joe Burns: And you know what I'm asking? Mrs Hughes: You haven't asked anything yet. Joe Burns: But you know what it is when I do. I'm gonna stop here at the pub until I hear from you. Oh, and take your time. I'd rather wait a week for the right answer than get a wrong one in a hurry. Think about it carefully. Mrs Hughes: I will. I promise you that. [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] [Mary rings the bell.] Lady Mary: To break the entail, we'd need a private bill in Parliament. Matthew Crawley: Even then, it would only be passed if the estate were in danger, which it's not. Lady Mary: And I mean nothing in all this. Matthew Crawley: On the contrary, you mean a great deal…very great deal. Mr Carson: You rang, my lady? Lady Mary: Yes, Carson. Mr Crawley was just leaving. Do you know where His Lordship is? Mr Carson: Gone to bed, my lady. He felt tired after he put Lady Grantham into the car. Lady Mary: I bet he did. Thank you, Carson. Matthew Crawley: I'm sorry, I wish I could think of something to say that would help. Lady Mary: There's nothing. But you mustn't let it trouble you. Matthew Crawley: It does trouble me. It troubles me very much. Lady Mary: Then that will be my consolation prize. Goodnight, Cousin Matthew. Matthew Crawley: Goodnight. Matthew Crawley: I hope I haven't kept you up too late. I'm afraid we've interfered with your dinner. Mr Carson: It's been rather a chop and change evening downstairs. Matthew Crawley: Lady Grantham got off all right? Mr Carson: "All right" is an optimistic assessment, sir. Matthew Crawley: It's very difficult, Carson, for her, for Lady Mary, for everyone. Mr Carson: It is Mr Crawley. But I appreciate your saying so. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR/HALL - NIGHT] Miss O'Brien: Well, that's the greatness done and dusted for the night. Mr Bates: William, you had a good night? William: I'm off to bed. [William gets up from the table and leaves.] Mr Bates: Wait. [William stops at the base of the stairs.] Mr Bates: What happened? William: Nothing. Doesn't matter. [William leaves.] Mr Bates: How was your evening, Mrs Hughes? Mrs Hughes: Very enjoyable, thank you. The others are just behind me, so you can lock up in a minute. Well, I'll say goodnight. Mr Bates: Goodnight Misses. Miss O'Brien: Night. Thomas: Goodnight, Mrs Hughes. I was right when I said she was looking sparkly-eyed. Mr Carson: I beg your pardon, Thomas? Thomas: He can disapprove all he likes, Mrs Hughes has got a fancy man. Daisy: (snorts) Him a fancy man? Mr Bates: Don't be so nasty, Daisy, it doesn't suit you. Thomas: I reckon there's a job vacancy coming up. Miss O'Brien, do you fancy a promotion? Miss O'Brien: (scoffs) Very droll. If she's got a boyfriend, I'm a giraffe. [INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR - NIGHT] [Mr Bates knocks on William's door and opens it.] William: Leave me alone, Mr Bates. I know you mean well, but let me be. [Bates closes the door.] Thomas: What chance did he have up against a champion? [Bates grabs Thomas and shoves him up against the wall.] Mr Bates: Now, you listen, you filthy little rat. If you don't lay off, I will punch your shining teeth through the back of your skull. Thomas: Is this supposed to frighten me, Mr Bates? 'Cause if it is, it isn't working. I'm sorry, but it's just not working. [Bates lets Thomas go roughly.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - MORNING ] [Mrs Hughes smiles as she looks at the doll Joe Burns gave her.] [INT. KITCHENS - MORNING] Mrs Patmore: Daisy? Chafing dishes, now! Daisy: They're right in front of you, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: Are you trying to trick me? Mrs Hughes: Anna's still not well. O'Brien, you'll need to dress the girls this morning. Miss O'Brien: All we know about Lady Mary and here I am waiting on her hand and foot. Thomas: Will we do anything with that? Miss O'Brien: Maybe. But not yet. Thomas: What do you look like? Daisy, what do you think he looks like? Do your buttons up. Daisy: Well, go on, then. [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - MORNING] [Gwen enters as O'Brien is fixing Sybil's hair.] Miss O'Brien: What do you want? Gwen: I've got a message for Lady Sybil from Her Ladyship. Lady Sybil: Thank you, O'Brien, I'll manage now. [O'Brien leaves.] Lady Sybil: Odious woman. What does Mama want? Gwen: I just said that to get rid of her. This came today. [Gwen hands Sybil a letter. Sybil opens and reads it.] Lady Sybil: I knew they would want to see you. Gwen: Well, it's your reference what's done it. But how am I going to get there? They won't let me take a day off. Lady Sybil: You're going to be ill. They can't stop you being ill. Gwen: What? Lady Sybil: No one has seen Anna for a whole day. They won't notice if you vanish for a couple of hours. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Mary and Robert walk with the dog.] Lady Mary: The only one who never sticks up for me in all this is you. Why is that? Robert, Earl of Grantham: You are my darling daughter, and I love you, hard as it is for an Englishman to say the words. Lady Mary: Well, then. Robert, Earl of Grantham: If I had made my own fortune and bought Downton for myself, it should be yours without question. But I did not. My fortune is the work of others who laboured to build a great dynasty. Do I have the right to destroy their work or impoverish that dynasty? I am a custodian, my dear, not an owner. I must strive to be worthy of the task I've been set. If I could take Mama's out of the estate, Downton would have to be sold to pay for it. Is that what you want? To see Matthew a landless peer with a title but no means to pay for it? Lady Mary: So I'm just to find a husband and get out of the way? Robert, Earl of Grantham: You could stay here if you married Matthew. Lady Mary: You know my character, Father. I'd never marry any man that I was told to. I'm stubborn. I wish I wasn't, but I am. [EXT. MOTOR CAR - DAY] Branson: Will you have your own way, do you think? With the frock? Only, I couldn't help overhearing yesterday, and from what Her Ladyship said, it sounded as if you support women's rights. Lady Sybil: I suppose I do. Branson: Because I'm quite political. In fact, I brought some pamphlets that I thought might interest you about the vote. Lady Sybil: Thank you. But please don't mention this to my father, or my grandmother. One whiff of reform and she hears the rattle of the guillotine. It seems rather unlikely, a revolutionary chauffeur. Branson: Maybe. But I'm a socialist, not a revolutionary. And I won't always be a chauffeur. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] Dr Clarkson: Mrs Crawley, how nice. Isobel Crawley: If you're busy, we can come back later. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Molesley? What are you doing here? Are y—are you ill? Dr Clarkson: Poor Mr Molesley. Er, how's it going? Isobel Crawley: The solution doesn't seem to make it any better. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: My imagination's running riot. Mr Molesley: I've got erysipelas, Your Ladyship. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh. Oh, I am sorry. Dr Clarkson: Mrs Crawley tells me she's recommended nitrate of silver and tincture of steel. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Why? Is she making a suit of armour? Dr Clarkson: But, er, I take it there's been no improvement. Mr Molesley: Not really. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And you're sure it's erysipelas? Dr Clarkson: That is...Mrs Crawley's diagnosis. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What it is to have medical knowledge. Isobel Crawley: It has its uses. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mm. I see your father has been making changes at home. Mr Molesley: He has, milady. He's got no use for the herb garden now me mother's gone, so he's turned it to grass. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And you've been helping him? Mr Molesley: I have. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: (chuckles) Grubbing out the old rue hedge. Mr Molesley: How did you know that? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Because this is not erysipelas. This is a rue allergy. If Molesley wears gardening gloves, it'll be gone in a week. Please, don't think we're ungrateful for your enthusiasm, Mrs Crawley, but there comes a time when things are best left to the professionals. Isobel Crawley: But I— Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And now I really—I really must go. Good day. Mr Molesley: Thank you, Your Ladyship. [Violet chuckles as she exits.] [EXT. VILLAGE COTTAGES - DAY] Matthew Crawley: I hope Cousin Violet has recovered from last night. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Whatever she says, my mother is as strong as an ox, and it's high time she let go of her scheme for upsetting everything. Time we all did. Matthew Crawley: I can't deny I'm pleased to hear it. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Are you beginning to see a future here, then? Matthew Crawley: In a way, this latest business has forced me to recognise that I do want Downton to be my future. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm glad. Matthew Crawley: You must have thought me an awful prig when I first arrived. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not a prig, just a man thrust into something he never wanted or envisaged. Matthew Crawley: I can only see the absurdity of the whole thing. I'm sorry. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, there are absurdities involved as I know well enough. Matthew Crawley: Possibilities, too, and I was blind to them. I was determined not to let it change me. It was absurd. If you don't change, you die. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Do you think so? I'm not sure. Sometimes I think I hate change. Matthew Crawley: Well, at least we can comfort ourselves that this'll still be here...because we saved it. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Daisy: Thomas is lovely in every way. He's funny and handsome, and he's got such lovely teeth. Mrs Patmore: He's not for you, Daisy. Daisy: 'Course not. He's too good for me, I know that. Mrs Patmore: No. He's not too good. Daisy: What then? Mrs Patmore: He's not the boy for you, and you're not the girl for him. Daisy: I'in't that what I just said? And why would he be when he's seen and done so much and I've been nowhere and done nothing? Mrs Patmore: Perhaps Thomas has seen and done more than is good for him. He's not a lady's man. Daisy: But i'in't it a blessed relief? Mrs Patmore: Daisy, Thomas is a troubled soul. Daisy: I don't know what you mean, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: Oh, nothing. I don't mean anything. Except, if I don't get the ice cream started, they'll be dining at midnight. [INT. EDITH'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Lady Sybil: Golly, my corset's tight. Anna, when you've done that, would you be an angel and loosen it a bit? Lady Edith: The start of the slippery slope. Lady Sybil: I'm not putting on weight. Lady Edith: It didn't shrink in the drawer. [Mary enters.] Lady Mary: Are you coming down? Lady Sybil: I don't know why we bother with corsets. Men don't wear them and they look perfectly normal in their clothes. Lady Mary: Not all of them. Lady Edith: She's just showing off. She'll be on about the vote in a minute. Lady Sybil: If you mean, do I think women should have the vote, of course I do. Lady Edith: I hope you won't chain yourself to the railings and end up being force fed semolina. Lady Mary: What do you think, Anna? Anna: I think those women are very brave. Lady Sybil: Hear, hear. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: How did you get on with your dressmaker? Find anything? Lady Sybil: I did. And she says she can have it done by Friday. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry I couldn't come, but I didn't want to put Matthew off. Lady Edith: Were you pleased with the cottages? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I think they're making a very good job of them. You must all go and see. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You will restore a few every year from now on? Robert, Earl of Grantham: It was Matthew's idea. Old Cripps was rather reluctant, but I'm pleased we went forward. Lady Edith: I suppose it's worth it. Lady Sybil: Of course it is, because of the people who will live in them. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You'll be glad to hear that Matthew's conscience is much more energetic than mine. Lady Mary: If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. I've rather a headache. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course. Should I bring you something for it? Lady Mary: No, I'll be perfectly fine if I can just lie down. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Mary... [Cora goes after Mary.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Mary is sobbing.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, my darling. What is it? Lady Mary: You heard him. Matthew this. Matthew that. Matthew, Matthew, Matthew. Oh, Mother, don't you see? He has his son now. Of course he didn't argue with the entail. Why would he when he's got what he always wanted? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Your father loves you very much. Lady Mary: He wouldn't fight for me, though. Cora, Countess of Grantham: He wouldn't fight for you because he knew he couldn't win. Lady Mary: You're no better. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What? Lady Mary: You don't care about Matthew getting everything, because you don't think I'm worthy of it! Cora, Countess of Grantham: Mary! Lady Mary: I wish you'd just admit it! I'm a lost soul to you! I took a lover with no thought of marriage! A Turk! Think of that! Oh, my dear! Don't worry, Mama. You can go down now. Everything will look better in the morning. Isn't that what you usually say? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I say it because it's usually true. Lady Mary: Papa will wonder where you are. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't quarrel with Matthew. Lady Mary: Why shouldn't I? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Because one day you may need him. Lady Mary: Oh, I see. When I've ruined myself, I must have a powerful protector to hide behind. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [William plays the piano.] Mrs Hughes: I'd tell you off— [William stops and quickly stands up.] Mrs Hughes: But I like to hear you play. Where are they all? William: Busy, I suppose. Mrs Hughes: Haven't you got anything to do? William: Yes, I have. 'Course I have. Mrs Hughes: You mustn't let Thomas get you down. He's just jealous. Everyone likes you better than him. William: Not everyone. Mrs Hughes: Then she's a foolish girl and she doesn't deserve you. Though, why am I encouraging you? Forget all that for ten years at least. William: You're a kind woman, Mrs Hughes. I don't know how this house would run without you. I don't, truly. Mrs Hughes: Stop flannelling and get on before I betray you to Mr Carson. [William leaves. ] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] [Gwen opens a letter and is disappointed by the contents.] [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Sybil opens a box exitedly.] Lady Sybil: Is there anything more thrilling than a new frock? Gwen: I suppose not, milady. Lady Sybil: You shall have one, too. I thought this would be suitable for your interview. Gwen: Well, I won't be wearing it, milady. Lady Sybil: Of course you will! We have to make you look like a successful professional woman. What is it? What's happened? Gwen: Well, I won't wear it because I'm not going. They've cancelled the appointment. They've found someone more suited for the post and better qualified. Lady Sybil: This time. Gwen: Let's face it. There will never be anyone less suited for the post or worse qualified than I am. Lady Sybil: That isn't true. You'll see. We're not giving up. No one hits the bull's eye with the first arrow. [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING] Mr Carson: I've put out the Rundell candlesticks for dinner tonight. [Mrs Hughes nods absentmindedly, concentrating on her thoughts.] Mr Carson: Ah. I'm sorry, I'll come back later. Mrs Hughes: No, stay, please. I've got something I'd like to talk to you about, if you've a minute. [Mr Carson enters and closes the door and they sit opposite each other.] Mrs Hughes: Before I first came here as head housemaid, I was walking out with a farmer. When I told him I'd taken a job at Downton, he asked me to marry him. I was a farmer's daughter from Argyle, so I knew the life. He was very nice. But then I came here and I—I did well, and I...I didn't want to give it up. So, I told him no, and he married someone else. She died three years ago, and last month, he wrote asking to see me again, and I agreed, because all this time, I've wondered. Mr Carson: Go on. Mrs Hughes: I met him the other night. We had dinner at the Grantham Arms and after, he took me to the fair. Mr Carson: And he was horrible and fat and red-faced and you couldn't think what you ever saw in him? Mrs Hughes: He was still a nice man. He is still a nice man. Well, he was a bit red-faced, and his suit was a little tight, but none of that matters. In the real ways, he hadn't changed. Mr Carson: And he proposed again...and you accepted? Mrs Hughes: In many ways, I wanted to accept. But I'm not that farm girl anymore. I was flattered, of course, but... I've changed, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: Life's altered you, as it's altered me. And what would be the point of living if we didn't let life change us? You won't be leaving, then? [Anna knocks and enters.] Anna: You better come. Mrs Patmore's on the rampage. She wants the key to the store cupboard, and you know how angry she gets she hasn't got one of her own. Mrs Hughes: Nor will she have. Not while I'm housekeeper here. Leaving? When would I ever find the time. Mrs Patmore: ...I had to go cap in hand to Mary. It never stops! [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Whatever is holding Sybil up? Lady Mary: She was going on about her new frock. [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Anna helps Sybil dress.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: We'd better go in without her, or it's not fair on Mrs Patmore. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, is her cooking so precisely timed? You couldn't tell. [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Anna fetches Sybil's shoes.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Isobel Crawley: I think her food is delicious. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Naturally. [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Sybil giggles and Anna fixes a cloth in her hair. Sybil shows off the complete look to Anna and Anna giggles.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Sybil rushes down the stairs and enters.] Lady Sybil: Good evening, everyone. [Sybil shows off her new trouser frock. Everyone's jaws drop. Matthew grins. Branson peeks in through the window and smiles.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "01x04 - Episode Four"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING TITLES] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - MORNING] Anna: You made me jump. Gwen: Daisy, what is the matter with you? You're all thumbs. Daisy: Sorry. I hate this room. Gwen: Well, why? What's the matter with it? Anna: Daisy? [INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING] Lady Mary: Who's that from, Papa? You seem very absorbed. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Your Aunt Rosamund. Lady Edith: Anything interesting? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Nothing to trouble you with. Lady Sybil: Poor Aunt Rosamund, all alone in that big house. I feel so sorry for her. Lady Mary: I don't. All alone with plenty of money and a house in Eton Square? I can't imagine anything better. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Really, Mary, I wish you wouldn't talk like that. There will come a day when someone thinks you mean what you say. Lady Mary: It can't come soon enough for me. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Carson, I'll be in the library. Will you let me know when Her Ladyship is down? Mr Carson: Certainly, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Sybil, darling, this one's for you. [INT. CORRIDOR/LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - MORNING] Lady Sybil: I saw another opening for a secretary and I applied. Gwen: But you never said. Lady Sybil: I didn't want you to be disappointed. Gwen: I thought you'd given up. Lady Sybil: I'll never give up, and nor will you. Things are changing for women, Gwen. Not just the vote, but our lives. Gwen: But it's tomorrow at ten o'clock. Last time, we waited for weeks and weeks and—and this one's tomorrow. Lady Sybil: Then we must be ready by tomorrow, mustn't we? [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE] Isobel Crawley: I thought I'd write to Edith to settle our promised church visit. Matthew Crawley: If you want. Isobel Crawley: Well, we can't just throw her over when she made such an effort to arrange the last one. Matthew Crawley: It's all in your head. Isobel Crawley: I don't think so. Matthew Crawley: Then...she's barking up the wrong tree. Isobel Crawley: Poor Edith, I hope there's a right tree for her somewhere. Mr Molesley: Ma'am, I was wondering if I might take some time this afternoon to help in the village hall. Matthew Crawley: Why? What's happening? Mr Molesley: It's the flower show, sir, next Saturday. I'll give my father a hand with his stall if I may. Isobel Crawley: Of course you must go. Matthew Crawley: And so, I'm afraid, must I. [INT. STOREROOM - DAY] Mr Bates: Is Mr Carson about? Thomas: I don't think so. I was just looking for him myself. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Busy? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm just trying to sort out the wretched flower show. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I've had a letter from Rosamund. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't tell me, she wants a saddle of lamb and all the fruit and vegetables we can muster. Robert, Earl of Grantham: She enjoys a taste of her old home. Cora, Countess of Grantham: (chuckles) She enjoys not paying for food. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But there's something else. Apparently, the word is going 'round London that Evelyn Napier has given up any thought of Mary, that he's going to marry one of the Sempill girls. She writes as if somehow it reflects badly on Mary. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Your dear sister's always such a harbinger of joy. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, as if...as if Mary had somehow been found wanting in her character. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, I don't believe Mr Napier would have said that. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Neither do I, really, but— Cora, Countess of Grantham: She ought to be married. Talk to her. Robert, Earl of Grantham: (chuckles) She never listens to me. If she did, she'd marry Matthew. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What about Anthony Strallan? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Anthony Strallan is at least my age and as dull as paint. I doubt she'd want to sit next to him at dinner, let alone marry him. Cora, Countess of Grantham: She has to marry someone, Robert. And if this is what's being said in London, she has to marry soon. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Miss O'Brien: You shouldn't do that in here. William: I don't like being in the pantry all alone. Mr Carson won't mind. He's gone into the village. Thomas: He'll mind if I tell him. Daisy: That's ridiculous. Miss O'Brien: Do you think so? She wants it put onto a new shirt, but it's a bit old fashioned to my taste. Daisy: Oh, no, it's lovely. Anna: Have you recovered, Daisy? Mr Bates: What from? Anna: She had a bit of a turn when we were in Lady Mary's room, didn't you? Daisy: I'm fine, thank you. Thomas: What sort of a turn? Did you see a ghost? William: Will you leave her alone if she doesn't want to talk about it? Thomas: I've often wondered if this place is haunted. It ought to be. Miss O'Brien: Of the spirits of maids and footmen who died in slvery? Mr Bates: But not, in Thomas's case, from overwork. Thomas: Come on, Daisy, what was it? Daisy: I don't know. I was thinking, first we had the Titanic-- Miss O'Brien: Don't keep harping back to that. Daisy: I know it was a while ago, but we knew him. I think of how we laid the fires for Mr Patrick, but he drowned in them icy waters. Miss O'Brien: For God's sake. Daisy: And then there's the Turkish gentleman. It just seems there's been too much death in the house. William: What's that got to do with Lady Mary's bedroom? Daisy: Nothing. Nothing at all. [INT. VILLAGE HALL - DAY] Mr Molesley: Afternoon, ma'am. Isobel Crawley: When do you put that magnificent display of prizes on show? Mr Molesley: Not till the day itself. Isobel Crawley: I remember a superb cup from last year. Mr Molesley: The Grantham Cup. It was donated by the late Lord Grantham for the best bloom in the village. Isobel Crawley: And who won it? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I did. Isobel Crawley: Well done. And the year before? Mr Molesley: Her Ladyship won that one, too. Isobel Crawley: Heaven's, how thrilling. And before that? Mr Molesley: You've met my father. Isobel Crawley: Good afternoon, Mr Molesley. What are you showing this year? Mr William Molesley: Oh, this and that. Mr Molesley: Only the finest roses in the village. Isobel Crawley: Really? What an achievement. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: It's a wonderful area for roses. We're very lucky. We'll see some beautiful examples right across the show, won't we, Mr Molesley? Mr William Molesley: If you say so, Your Ladyship. [INT. CORRIDOR/SERVANTS' STAIRCASE - DAY] Miss O'Brien: What's up with you? Thomas: Nothing. Miss O'Brien: His Lordship's blaming Mr Napier for spreading gossip about Lady Mary, but it was you, wasn't it? Thomas: Why do you say that? Miss O'Brien: Because Napier wasn't in on it. Only four people knew he was in her room that night. You, me, Lady Mary, and possibly Daisy, and I haven't said nothing to nobody. Thomas: Well, I didn't tell about Pamuk, I just wrote that Lady Mary was no better than she ought to be. Miss O'Brien: Who did you write it to? Thomas: Only a friend of mine, valet to Lord Savident. Miss O'Brien: You know what they say about Old Savident. "Not so much an open mind as an open mouth." No wonder it's all 'round London. Thomas: You won't tell, will you? I'm in enough trouble as it is. Miss O'Brien: Why, what's happened? Thomas: Mr Bates saw me nicking a bottle of wine. Miss O'Brien: Has he told Mr Carson? Thomas: Not yet, but he will when he's feeling spiteful. I wish we could be sht of him. Miss O'Brien: Then think of something quick. Turn the tables on him before he has a chance to nail you. [INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I thought you went to bed hours ago. Lady Sybil: I was writing a note for Lynch. I need the governess cart tomorrow. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh? Lady Sybil: I'm going to Moulton. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, don't risk the traffic in Moulton, not now every Tom, Dick, and Harry seems to have a motor. Lady Sybil: Hardly. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Last time I was there, there were five cars parked in the marketplace and another three drove past while I was waiting. Get Branson to take you in the car. Neither of us are using it. Lady Sybil: I thought I'd pop in on old Mrs Steward. Will you tell Mama if I forget? [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - MORNING] Miss O'Brien: You're late this morning. Daisy: The library grate needed a real going over. Are any of them down yet? Thomas: Lady Sybil's in the dining room. Daisy: I'll start with her room, then. Miss O'Brien: Daisy, you know when you were talking about the feeling of death in the house... Daisy: I was just being silly. Miss O'Brien: I found myself wondering about the connection between the poor Turkish gentleman, Mr Pamuk, and Lady Mary's room. Only, you were saying how you felt so uncomfortable in there. Daisy: Well, I've...I've got to get on. I'm late enough as it is. [EXT. VILLAGE ROAD - DAY] Matthew Crawley: Hello. Is everything all right? Lady Mary: Oh, hello. I'm about to send a telegram Matthew Crawley: Oh. Lady Mary: Papa's sister is always nagging him to send supplies to London, and then we cable her so her butler can be at King's Cross to meet them. It's idiotic, really. Matthew Crawley: Is this Lady Rosamund Painswick? Lady Mary: You have done your homework. Matthew Crawley: She wrote to welcome me into the family, which I thought pretty generous, given the circumstances. Lady Mary: It's easy to be generous when you have nothing to lose. So, you doing any more church visiting with Edith? Matthew Crawley: My mother's trying to set something up. Lady Mary: Well, watch out. I think she has big plans for you. Matthew Crawley: Then she's in for an equally big disappointment. [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - MORNING] Daisy: Is it all right to do the fre? Anna: Why are you so late? Daisy: I went back to my room after I'd woken everyone and I just shut my eyes for a moment. I've been trying to catch up ever since. Anna: Have you had any breakfast? Daisy: Not a crumb. Anna: Here. Gwen: Wait—you can't take a biscuit. Anna: She never eats them. None of them do. Just thrown away and changed every evening. Daisy: Thanks. She won't mind anyway. She's nice, Lady Sybil. Mr Carson: Gwen? May I ask why you're sitting on Lady Sybil's bed? Gwen: Well, you see, I had a turn - like a burst of sickness - just sudden like. I had to sit down. Anna: It's true. Mr Carson: You better go and lie down. I'll tell Mrs Hughes. Gwen: I don't need to interrupt her morning. I'm sure I'll be fine if I could just put my feet up. Mr Carson: And how many bedrooms have you still got to do? Anna: Just one. Lady Edith. Mr Carson: And you can manage on your own? Anna: Well, she's no use to man or beast in that state. Go on. Shoo. [Gwen leaves.] Mr Carson: Daisy, may I ask why you're holding Lady Sybil's biscuit jar? Daisy: Er...I was just polishing it before I put it back. Mr Carson: See that you do. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Patmore: I'm sorry, but I can't do more than my best. Mrs Hughes: Is there some difficulty Your Ladyship? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Dear Mrs Hughes, as you know, we're giving dinner on Friday for Sir Anthony Strallan. Mrs Hughes: Yes, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, it seems he's particularly fond of a certain new pudding. It's called Apple Charlotte. Do you know it? Mrs Hughes: I—I'm not sure. Cora, Countess of Grantham: His sister, Mrs Chetwood, sent me the receipt. I'm trying to persuade Mrs Patmore to make it. Mrs Patmore: And I'm trying to persuade Her Ladyship that I have already planned the dinner with her, and I can't change it now. Mrs Hughes: Why not? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Because everything's been ordered and prepared. Mrs Hughes: Well, there's nothing here that looks very complicated. Apples, lemons, butter... Mrs Patmore: I cannot work from a new receipt at a moment's notice! Daisy: But I can read it to you, if that's the problem. Mrs Patmore: Problem? Who mentioned a problem? How dare you say such a thing in front of Her Ladyship? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Very well. We'll try it another time when you've had longer to prepare. We'll stay with the raspberry meringue. Mrs Hughes: And very nice it'll be, too. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm sure. Mrs Patmore: Have you taken leave of your senses? Mrs Hughes: I'm so sorry about that, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Never mind. I was asking a lot. Do look after that girl. Mrs Hughes: Daisy? She's used to it. She'll be all right. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I wonder. Mrs Patmore looks ready to eat her alive. Daisy: I was only try to help. Mrs Patmore: Oh! Judas was only trying to help, I suppose, when he brought the Roman soldiers to the garden! [EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY] Gwen: Well, I had to let the skirt down a little, but I can put it back. Lady Sybil: No, it's yours. What will happen if one of the maids finds your room is empty? Gwen: Oh, it would only be Anna, and she wouldn't give me away. She's like a sister. She'd never betray me. Lady Sybil: Oh, well, then she's not like my sisters. Walk on. [LADY EDITH'S BEDROOM - MORNING] Mr Bates: Shall I give you a hand? Anna: Oh, would you? It takes half the time with two. Mr Bates: I always feel a bit sorry for Lady Edith. Anna: Me, too. Although I don't know why, when you think what she's got and what we haven't. Mr Bates: Mrs Hughes said she was after the other heir, Mr Patrick Crawley, the one who drowned. Anna: That was different. She was in love with him. Mr Bates: What happened? Anna: She never got her luck in. He was always set up to marry Lady Mary. Mr Bates: Then he's a braver man than I am, gn Din. Sad to think about. Anna: It's always sad when you love someone who doesn't love you back, no matter who you are. Mr Bates: No, I mean, it's sad that he died. Anna: Oh. Yes. Very sad. He was nice. Well, thank you for that. Much appreciated. Mr Bates: My pleasure. Perhaps Mr Patrick did love her back, he just couldn't say it. Anna: Why ever not? Mr Bates: Sometimes we're not at liberty to speak. Sometimes it wouldn't be right. [INT. OFFICE BUILDING, HALLWAY - DAY] Secretary: Take a seat. [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: The flower show? Oh, I thought I was in for another telling off about the hospital. Isobel Crawley: No, this time it's the flower show. I've been to see old Mr Molesley's garden and his roses are the most beautiful I've ever laid eyes on. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Go on. Isobel Crawley: You may not know it, but I believe the committee feel obliged to give you the cup for the best bloom as a kind of local tradition. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No, no, I d—I do not know that. I thought I usually won the prize for best bloom in the village because my garden had grown the best bloom in the village. Isobel Crawley: Yes. But you don't usually win, do you? You always win. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes. I have been very fortunate in that regard. Isobel Crawley: But surely, when Mr Molesley's garden is so remarkable, and he's so very proud of his roses— Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You talk of Mr Molesley's pride? What about my gardener's pride? Is he to be sacrificed on the altar of Molesley's ambition? Isobel Crawley: All I'm asking is that you release them from any obligation to let you win. Why not just tell them to choose whichever flower is best? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But that is precisely what they already know...and do. [INT. OFFICE BUILDING, HALLWAY - DAY] [Gwen exits the office and nervously rushes down the hallway.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - DAY] Mr Bates: I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't think you'd be in here. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Are my eyes deceiving me, or is one of these missing? Mr Bates: I don't know them well enough. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, why would you? There's a very pretty little blue one with a miniature framed in French paste. It was made for a German prince, I forget who. Unless it's been moved for some reason...but why would it be? [EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY] Lady Sybil: Can you help? I should be so grateful. Our horse has cast his shoe. Is there a smithy nearby? Stranger: Ah, you can try old Crump in the next village. Lady Sybil: Thank you. Gwen: Thank you. Lady Sybil: See? Help is at hand. And at least it happened on the way home. Gwen: They'll all be worried about you, and if they check on me, I'm finished. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] Anna: Is Her Ladyship wearing that now? Miss O'Brien: Oh, no, this is for Friday night. I just thought I'd give it a press while I had the time. Anna: You don't know what's happened to Lady Sybil, do you? I've got the changes ready for the other two, but there's no sign of her. Miss O'Brien: Don't you start. I've had Her Majesty on at me all afternoon. William: Mr Carson says he'll fetch the police if she's not back soon. [EXT. SMITHY - DAY] Stranger 2: Sorry, Miss, but Mr Crump's staying over at the Skelton estates tonight. He's working there all week. LADY SYBIL (sigh) Is there anyone else? Stranger 2: Not that I know of. [EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY] Lady Sybil: Come on, Dragon! Come on! Dragon, if you don't move now, I'll have you boiled for glue! [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: What if she's over turned? What if she's lying in a ditch somewhere? Miss O'Brien: I'm sure she'll be back in the shake of a lamb's tail. Cora, Countess of Grantham: The truth is, they're all getting too old for a mother's control. Miss O'Brien: They're growing up. Cora, Countess of Grantham: They've grown up. They need their own establishments. Miss O'Brien: I'm sure they'll all get plenty of offers. Cora, Countess of Grantham: No one ever warns you about bringing up daughters. You think it's going to be like Little Women. Instead, they're at each other's throats from dawn till dusk. [INT. HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - EVENING] Anna: You look done in. I'll bring you some food up later when we've finished dinner. Where were you? Gwen: You came up, then? Anna: 'Course I did. Had to change for the afternoon. Gwen: Did you cover for me? Anna: What do you think? I don't suppose this had anything to do with Lady Sybil? Gwen: Oh, Anna, it was a nightmare. I don't know how I got in without being seen. I'm sure I left a trail of mud up the stairs. Anna: So...did you get the job? Gwen: Well, we'll have to wait and see. [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] Miss O'Brien: Sorry to bother you, milady, but your mother wanted you to know Lady Sybil's back. She's changing now, so dinner won't be late after all. Lady Edith: What happened to her? Miss O'Brien: The horse went lame. Lady Edith: Is there anything else? Miss O'Brien: There is something that's been troubling me. Do you remember the Turkish gentleman, Mr Pamuk, the one who died all of a sudden like? Lady Edith: Of course I remember. Miss O'Brien: Well, it's Daisy, my lady...the kitchen maid. Only, she's been talking recently as if she had ideas about Mr Pamuk's death. Lady Edith: What sort of ideas? Miss O'Brien: Well, I've no proof, and maybe I'm wrong, but I've a sense she knows something but won't say what. Something involving Lady Mary. Lady Edith: Well, how absurd. Well, what could she know? Miss O'Brien: Whatever it is, she won't say. Not to us, anyway. Lady Edith: Have you spoken to Lady Mary about this? Miss O'Brien: I didn't like to, milady. It seemed impertinent somehow, but I thought someone in the family ought to know about it. Lady Edith: Quite right. Bring the girl to my room...tomorrow after breakfast. Lady Mary: What did she want? Lady Edith: Nothing. Just a message from Mama to say that Sybil had turned up alive. Lady Mary: Poor darling. She had to walk for miles. I don't think I'd have got down however lame the horse. Lady Edith: No. I don't believe you would. [INT. LADY EDITH'S BEDROOM - MORNING] Daisy: I couldn't say, milady. I don't know what Miss O'Brien means. I didn't see nothing...not much. Lady Edith: O'Brien, I wonder if you might leave us. [O'Brien leaves.] Lady Edith: Now, it's Daisy, isn't it? Daisy: Yes, milady. Lady Edith: I'm sure you see O'Brien only acted as she did because she is concerned. Daisy: I suppose so, milady. Lady Edith: She seems to think that you are in possession of some knowledge that is uncomfortable for you. Because, if that is the case, then I don't think it fair on you. Why should you be burdened with Mary's secret? Oh, my dear, my heart goes out to you, it really does. Oh, there, there. You've been carrying too heavy a burden for too long. Just tell me and I promise you'll feel better. [INT. VILLAGE HALL - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You seem well prepared. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We'll add a few more flowers before we open in the morning, but I think we're nearly there. Isobel Crawley: Do look at Mr Molesley's display. He's worked so hard. Matthew Crawley: Rather marvellous, aren't they? Lady Mary: Lovely. Well done, Mr Molesley. Mr William Molesley: Thank you, milady. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I think everyone is to be congratulated. Splendid. Isobel Crawley: But do look at these roses. Have you ever seen the like? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: My dear Mrs Crawley believes I'm profiting from an unfair advantage. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mm. She feels, in the past, I've been given the cup merely as a matter of routine rather than merit. Matthew Crawley: That's rather ungallant, Mother. I'm sure when we see Cousin Violet's roses, it'll be hard to think they could be bettered. Isobel Crawley: Hard, but not impossible. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You are quite wonderful the way you see room for improvement wherever you look. I never knew such reforming as you. Isobel Crawley: I take that as a compliment. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I must've said it wrong. [Violet chuckles.] Lady Mary: Poor Granny, she's not used to being challenged. Matthew Crawley: Nor is Mother. I think we should let them settle it between them. Lady Mary: So, are you interested in flowers? Matthew Crawley: I'm interested in the village. In fact, I'm on my way to inspect the cottages. Lady Mary: You know what all work and no play did for Jack. Matthew Crawley: You think I'm a dull boy anyway, don't you? I play, too. I'm coming up for dinner tonight. I suspect I'm there to balance the numbers. Is it in aid of anything? Lady Mary: Not that I know of. Just a couple of dreary neighbours, that's all. Matthew Crawley: Maybe I'll shine by comparison. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mary, we're going. Lady Mary: Maybe you will. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Mr Carson: Might I have a word? I want to say something before I ring the gong. I'm afraid it's not very pleasant. His Lordship is missing a very valuable snuff box. It appears to have been taken from the case in his room. If one of you knows anything about this, will he or she please come to me? Your words will be heard in the strictest confidence. Thank you. Miss O'Brien: I am sorry, Mr Bates. What an unpleasant thing to have happened. Anna: Why are you picking on him? Thomas: Because he's the only one of us who goes in there. But don't worry, I'm sure it'll turn up. Mr Bates: Thank you for your concern. [The dinner gong rings.] Mr Bates: I hate this kind of thing. I hope to God they find it. Better get a move on. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Someone knocks on the door.] Lady Mary: I'm coming. [Cora enters.] Lady Mary: Does this broach work? I can't decide. Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's charming. Lady Mary: Oh, dear, is it another scolding? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course not. You're too grown up to scold these days. Lady Mary: Heavens, then it's really serious. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'd like you to look after Sir Anthony Strallan tonight. He's a nice, decent man. His position may not be quite like Papa's, but it would still make you a force for good in the county. Lady Mary: Mama, not again. How many times am I to be ordered to marry the man sitting next to me at dinner? Cora, Countess of Grantham: As many times as it takes. Lady Mary: I turned down Matthew Crawley, is it likely I'd marry Strallan when I wouldn't marry him? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm glad you've come to think more highly of Cousin Matthew. Lady Mary: That's not the point. Cora, Countess of Grantham: No. The point is, when you refused Matthew, you were the daughter of an earl with an unsullied reputation. Now you are damaged goods. Lady Mary: Mama. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Somehow, I don't know how, there's a rumour in London that you are not virtuous. Lady Mary: What? Does Papa know about this? Cora, Countess of Grantham: He knows it and he dismisses it because, unlike you and me, he does not know that it is true. Let's hope it's just unkind gossip. Because if anyone heard about... Lady Mary: Kemal? My lover. Kemal Pamuk. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Exactly. If it gets around and you're not already married, every door in London will be slammed in your face. Lady Mary: Mama, the world is changing. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Not that much. And not fast enough for you. Lady Mary: I know you mean to help. I know you love me. But I also know what I'm capable of, and forty years of boredom and duty just isn't possible for me. I'm sorry. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I do love you. And I want to help. Lady Mary: I'm a lost cause, Mama. Leave me to manage my own affairs. Why not concentrate on Edith? She needs all the help she can get. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You mustn't be unkind to Edith. She has fewer advantages than you. Lady Mary: Fewer? She has none at all. [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Mrs Patmore: Open the oven. Anna: What's happened? Mrs Patmore: It's that bloomin' Daisy! I said she'd be the death of me, now my words come true! Daisy: I didn't do nothing! Anna: Come and sit down. [A cat starts to eat the chicken and Gwen rushes forward.] Gwen: Get away! Get back to the sab! [Gwen shoos the cat away.] Gwen: Well, what will you serve now? Mrs Patmore: Them, of course, I haven't got anything else. Anna: Daisy, give us a hand. Get that cloth. What's the matter with that? Daisy: Are you sure? Shouldn't we tell? Mrs Patmore: Certainly not! Thomas: Is the remove ready to go up? Anna: Here we are. Daisy, give him a hand with the vegetables. They're up in the serve room in the warmer. Gwen: I'm glad I don't have to eat them. Mrs Patmore: What they eye can't see, the heart won't grieve over. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Sir Anthony Strallan: Mm, there's no doubt about it. The next few years in farming are going to be about mechanisation. That's the test, and we're going to have to meet it. Don't you agree, Lady Mary? Lady Mary: Yes, of course, Sir Anthony. I'm sure I do. (aside) Are we ever going to be allowed to turn? Lady Edith: Sir Anthony, it must be so hard to meet the challenge of the future and yet be fair to your employees. Sir Anthony Strallan: That is the point precisely. We can't fight progress, but we must find ways to soften the blow. Lady Edith: I should love to see one of the new harvesters, if you would ever let me. We don't have one here. Sir Anthony Strallan: I should be delighted. [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] William: I hope they find that snuff box. What happens if they don't? Thomas: They'll organise a search, won't they? I wouldn't be Mr Bates. Not for all the tea in china. Anna: Wouldn't you, Thomas? I daresay he feels just the same about you. What's the matter with you? Miss O'Brien: Nothing. Mrs Patmore: Oh, just a minute. I don't like to put it on earlier. It sinks in and spoils the effect. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Sir Anthony Strallan: Lady Grantham. Lady Mary: Mama has released me, thank God. Matthew Crawley: Sir Anthony seems nice enough. Lady Mary: If you want to talk farming and foxes by the hour. Matthew Crawley: I'm rather looking forward to the flower show tomorrow. Lady Mary: Mm. Where Mr Molesley's roses will turn everybody's heads. But if you tell Granny I said so, I'll denounce you as a liar. Matthew Crawley: I wouldn't dare. I'll leave that to my fearless mother. [They chuckle.] Lady Mary: How were the cottages? Matthew Crawley: They're coming on wonderfully. I'd love to show you. Sir Anthony Strallan: Obviously it's an act of faith at this stage. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Hm, yes. Sir Anthony Strallan: Oh, Go--God! Robert, Earl of Grantham: What on earth? Sir Anthony Strallan: I do apologise, Lady Grantham, but I had a mouthful of salt. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What? [Cora tastes the dessert.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Everyone, put down your forks. Carson, remove this. Bring fruit. Bring cheese. Bring anything to take this taste away. Sir Anthony, I am so sorry. [Matthew and Mary giggle behind their napkins.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Fains I be Mrs Patmore's kitchen maid when the news gets out. Lady Sybil: Poor girl. We ought to send in a rescue party. Lady Edith: You must think us very disorganised. Sir Anthony Strallan: Not at all. These things happen. [Mary and Matthew continue chuckling.] [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] [Mrs Patmore sobs.] Anna: Hey, come on. It's not that bad. Nobody's died. Mrs Patmore: I don't understand it. It must've been that Daisy. She's muddled everything up before. Daisy: But I never-- Mr Carson: Don't worry, Daisy, you're not in the line of fre here. Mrs Patmore: I know that pudding. I chose it 'cause I knew it. Mrs Hughes: Which is why you wouldn't let Her Ladyship have the pudding she wanted because you didn't know it. Mrs Patmore: Exactly. I don't see how it happened. Mr Bates: Come on, everyone. Let's give Mrs Patmore some room to breathe. You, too. Anna: I don't think I should leave her. Mr Bates: Yes, you should. Mr Carson knows what he's doing. Mrs Patmore: Oh, don't do that. Get William or the hall boy to do it, it's beneath your dignity. Mr Carson: It won't kll me. Now, all in your own good time. I think you've got something to tell me, haven't you? [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] Anna: I think I know where that snuff box is. Mr Bates: Where? Anna: Hidden in your room. Mr Bates: You don't think— Anna: 'Course I don't, silly beggar. Mr Bates: Then-- Anna: I bet Thomas'd like it if they took you for a thief. Mr Bates: Yes, I expect he would. Anna: Go upstairs now and find it. And when you have, you can choose whether to put it in Thomas's room or give it to me, and I'll slip it into Miss O'Brien's. Mr Bates: You naughty girl. Anna: "Fight fre with f*re," that's what my mum says. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Lady Sybil: Poor Mrs Patmore. Do you think you should go down and see her? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Tomorrow. She needs time to recover her nerves. I knew there was something going on. Lady Edith: It seems hard that poor Sir Anthony had to pay the price. Lady Mary: Good God! [They burst out laughing.] Lady Edith: As for you giggling like a ridiculous schoolgirl with Cousin Matthew...it was pathetic. Lady Mary: Oh, poor Edith. I'm sorry Cousin Matthew's proved a disappointment to you. Lady Edith: Who says he has. Lady Mary: Matthew? He told me. Oh, sorry, wasn't I supposed to know? Cora, Countess of Grantham: You were very helpful, Edith, looking after Sir Anthony. You saved the day. Lady Edith: I enjoyed it. We seem to have a lot to talk about. Lady Mary: Spare me your boasting, please. Lady Edith: Now who's jealous? Lady Mary: Jealous? Do you think I couldn't have that old booby if I wanted him? Lady Edith: Even you can't take every prize. Lady Mary: Is that a challenge? Lady Edith: If you like. Lady Mary: [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Mrs Patmore: I could almost manage. For a long time knowing the kitchen and where everything was kept, even with that fool girl. Mr Carson: I think you might owe Daisy an apology. Mrs Patmore: Maybe. I had a lot to put up with, I can tell you. Mr Carson: And you've not been to a doctor? Mrs Patmore: I don't need a doctor to tell me I--I'm going blind. A blind cook, Mr Carson. What a joke. Whoever heard of such a thing? A blind cook. [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [The men exit the dining room.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I hope our salty pudding didn't spoil the evening for you. Matthew Crawley: On the contrary. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm glad you and Mary are getting along. There's no reason you can't be friends. Matthew Crawley: No reason at all. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't suppose there's any chance that you could sort of...start again? Matthew Crawley: Life is full of surprises. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Lady Mary: Ah, I've been waiting for you. I found a book over here and I think it's just the thing to catch your interest. Matthew Crawley: Oh, really? Sir Anthony Strallan: I'm intrigued. What is it to be? Lady Mary: Well, I was looking in the library and... Lady Edith: I was very taken by what you were saying over dinner about-- Sir Anthony Strallan: You're right, Lady Mary. How clever you are. This is exactly what we have to be aware of. Lady Sybil: Everyone in London is wearing them. Lady Mary: There's a section just here that I was rather unsure about. I wonder if you could tell me... Lady Edith: It seems we've both been thrown over for a bigger prize. Matthew Crawley: Heavens, is that the time? Lady Edith: You're not going? Matthew Crawley: The truth is, my head's splitting. I don't want to spoil the party, so I'll slip away. Would you make my excuses to your parents? [Matthew leaves.] Lady Mary: Excuse me, Sir Anthony. [Mary goes after Matthew.] Lady Mary: Has Mr Crawley left? William: Yes, milady. Lady Mary: But what about the car? Branson can't have brought it 'round so quickly. William: Well, he said he'd rather walk, milady. Lady Mary: Thank you. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mary can be such a child. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What do you mean, darling? Robert, Earl of Grantham: She thinks, if you put a toy down, it will still be sitting there when you want to play with it again. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What are you talking about? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Never mind. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Anna: Mr Carson? We were wondering about that snuff box. Has it turned up yet? Mr Carson: I'm afraid not. Mr Bates: Well, I think we should have a search. Thomas: What? Mr Bates: Doesn't do to leave these things too long. Anna: Mr Carson can search the men's rooms, Mrs Hughes the women's. And it should be right away, now we've talked of it so no one has a chance to hide the box. Don't you agree, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: Well, perhaps it's for the best. Although, I'm sure I won't find anything. I'll fetch Mrs Hughes. Thomas: I think I'll just, erm... Miss O'Brien: I better check it's time. [O'Brien and Thomas rush out.] Thomas: The bastard's hidden it in my room or yours. Miss O'Brien: Why did I ever listen to you in the first place? Mrs Hughes: Miss O'Brien? My, my, you have been busy. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - EVENING] Isobel Crawley: I was expecting you later than this. I'll tell Molesley to lock up. Matthew Crawley: Thanks. Goodnight, Mother. Isobel Crawley: How was your evening? Did you enjoy yourself? Matthew Crawley: Quite. The thing is, just for a moment, I thought... Never mind what I thought. I was wrong. Goodnight. [INT. VILLAGE HALL - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: My Word, Molesley, splendid roses, as usual. Well done. Mr William Molesley: Thank you, Your Lordship. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: All stalls are set out very well this year. Cora, Countess of Grantham: This is enchanting. Do we grow this? Mr William Molesley: I doubt if you got that one, Your Ladyship. I've only just found it myself. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is it a secret, or could you tell Mr Brocket? Mr William Molesley: I'd be glad to, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: He should come and see the rose garden. He could give us some ideas. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Old Molesley's a champion. Or he would be in a fairer world. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Don't you start. Isobel Crawley: I'm afraid I've been annoying Cousin Violet on that score. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: If Molesley deserves first prize for his flowers, the judges will give it to him. Robert, Earl of Grantham: They wouldn't dare. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Really, Robert, you make me so annoyed. Isn't it possible I should win the thing on merit? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I think the appropriate answer to that, Mama, is, "Yes, dear." [EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY] Daisy: It's nice to get the afternoon off. Miss O'Brien: I don't know why we're bothering. We'll have missed the speeches as it is. Thomas: Don't be such a grouch. Miss O'Brien: I'll grouch if I want to. Anna: You should've punished one of them at least. Mr Bates: They know that I know. That's worth something. Anna: What do you think will happen to Mrs Patmore? Mr Bates: She'll muddle through with Daisy for help. In the long term, we'll just have to wait for the doctor to give his opinion. Anna: I hope there's something they can do. Mr Bates: I hope so, too. But if there isn't, I hope they tell her there isn't. Nothing is harder to live with than false hope. Anna: I wish you'd just come out with it. Mr Bates: With what? Anna: Whatever it is you're keeping secret. Mr Bates: I can't. Anna: You don't deny it, then? Mr Bates: No, I don't deny it. And I don't deny you've a right to ask. But I can't. I'm not a free man. Anna: Are you trying to tell me that you're married? Mr Bates: I have been married, yes, but that's not all of it. Anna: Because...because I love you, Mr Bates. I know it's not ladylike to say it, but I'm not a lady, and I don't pretend to be. Mr Bates: You are a lady to me. And I never knew a finer one. [A cart drives up.] STRANGER 3 If you want a lift, I can take one of you, but not more. Mr Bates: One of the women. Anna: No, you must go. Then we can all hurry and meet you there. Mr Bates: Yes, all right. Mustn't slow you down. There's been too much of that already. [Bates gets in the cart.] [INT. VILLAGE HALL - DAY] Lady Sybil: Have you recovered from our ordeal? Gwen: Well, I got a letter this morning. They must've written it as soon as I left the office. They are pleased to have met me, but I do not quite fit their requirements. So, it was all for nothing. Lady Sybil: I don't agree. Gwen: Only a fool doesn't know when they've been beaten. Lady Sybil: Then I'm a fool for I'm a long way from being beaten yet. [Applause.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And now, for the first three... Lady Mary: When you ran off last night, I hope you hadn't thought me rude. Matthew Crawley: Certainly not, I monopolised you at dinner, I had no right to any more of your time. Lady Mary: You see, Edith and I had this sort of bet— Matthew Crawley: Oh, please, don't apologise. I had a lovely evening, I'm glad we're on speaking terms. Now, I should look after my mother. Lady Edith: Why was Cousin Matthew in such a hurry to get away? Lady Mary: Don't be stupid. Lady Edith: I suppose you didn't want him when he wanted you, and now it's the other way around. You have to admit, it's quite funny. Lady Mary: I'll admit that if I ever wanted to attract a man, I'd stay clear of those clothes and that hat. Lady Edith: You think yourself so superior, don't you? Lady Mary: Ugh. Lady Edith: And I think she who laughs last laughs longest. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Did that missing box of yours ever turn up? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, It was a fuss about nothing. They must've put it back on the wrong shelf when they were dusting. Bates found it this morning. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Next time, have a proper look before you start complaining. I'm sure the servants were frightened half to death. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mia culpa. [Applause.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And now the Grantham Cup for the best bloom in the village. And the Grantham Cup is awarded to... [Violet reads her own name on the judges' paper.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mr William Molesley...for his Comtesse Cabarrus rose. Isobel Crawley: Bravo! Well done! Bravo! Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Congratulations, Mr Molesley. Mr William Molesley: Thank you, milady. Thank you for letting me have it. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: It's the judges who decide these things, not me. But very well done. Isobel Crawley: Congratulations, so well deserved. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Bravo, Mama. That must've been a real sacrifice. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And bravely born. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I don't know what everyone's on about. Cora, Countess of Grantham: But I... Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: All is well, my dear. All is well. [INT. LADY EDITH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Edith writes a letter just before bed. 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[OPENING TITLES] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] [Mrs Hughes does her rounds as the housemaids clean the room.] Mrs Hughes: Hurry up, girls, come on. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [Mrs Hughes continues her rounds. A housemaid cleans the chandelier and steps down from the ladder.] Mrs Hughes: Come on, come on. You should be done here. They'll be back from the station any second now. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [Carson and Mrs Hughes descend the servants' stairs.] Mrs Hughes: I haven't had a chance to ask, how was London? Mr Carson: Oh, much as usual. Dirty, noisy, quite enjoyable. Mrs Hughes: There was no need for you to come back a day early. I'm perfectly capable of getting the house ready. Mr Carson: Of course you are. But I like to have the heavy luggage back and unpacked before they get here. Mrs Hughes: I suppose... [Carson and Mrs Hughes suddenly make way as William almost runs into them with a tray of silver vases.] Mrs Hughes: Steady, William! This isn't a race. [William nods and exits.] Mrs Hughes: Poor lad. Mr Carson: But he did see her? I was worried when I took him to King's Cross. Mrs Hughes: Yes, he had time to say goodbye. Mr Carson: How is he now? Mrs Hughes: Well, you've only got one mother, haven't you? [Gwen rushes in holding some flowers.] Gwen: They're here, Mrs Hughes. [Carson and Mrs Hughes head for the stairs.] July 1914 [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT WALK - DAY] [The family exits the motorcar.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Hello, William. It's good to have you back. [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What a relief to be home. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't listen when His Lordship pretends not to enjoy the Season. Robert, Earl of Grantham: When in Rome. Mrs Hughes: Will Lady Mary be back soon? Robert, Earl of Grantham: She's staying on with my sister for a couple of weeks. [The servants assist the family as they remove their travel clothes.] Mrs Hughes: So Grantham House is closed? Cora, Countess of Grantham: It will be by the end of this week. Dear Mrs Hughes, I hope you've had some time to yourself while we've been away. Mrs Hughes: I've tackled a few jobs that get forgotten about when the house is full. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Any local news? Mrs Hughes: The main topic here is the mrder of the Austrian Archduke. Mr Carson: Here and everywhere else. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm afraid we haven't heard the last of that. And how's William? Mr Carson: Bearing up. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Poor chap. He has our sympathies. I think I'll wash the train off before dinner. Mr Bates: Very good, milord. I can unpack while you're bathing. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'll see you up there. [The family and servants depart leaving only Cora and Mrs Hughes.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, Mrs Hughes, have you had any thoughts about the garden party for the hospital? Mrs Hughes: I've started on it, but there are things we need to talk about. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, dear. That sounds like trouble. I'll take my hat off. Sybil? [Sybil and Edith stop before they go up the stairs.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: You were a great success in London, darling. Well done. [Sybil smiles and goes up the stairs. Edith looks at her mother.] Lady Edith: You never say that to me? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't I? [Cora takes Edith's hand and leads her up the steps.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: You were very helpful, dear. Thank you. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [Mrs Hughes has a word with Carson as they watch Mrs Patmore and Daisy through the kitchen window.] Mrs Hughes: I hate to spoil Her Ladyship's homecoming, but what are we going to do about Mrs Patmore? She's worse than when you left. Much worse. Oh, and I meant to ask - is there a decision? About Mr Bates leaving? Mr Carson: Not yet. His Lordship wants the facts, and Mr Bates won't give them. So what are you going to say to Her Ladyship about Mrs Patmore? Mrs Hughes: (sigh) I'm not sure. I don't want the poor woman sacked, but things cannot go on as they are. [EXT. LONDON, St JAMES PARK - DAY] Lady Rosamund: There's nothing like an English summer, is there? Lady Mary: Except an English winter. Lady Rosamund: I'm sorry you haven't received more invitations. But then, after four seasons, one is less a debutante than a survivor. Lady Mary: Hmm. Lady Rosamund: My dear, is there anything you're not telling me? Lady Mary: No. Lady Rosamund: Only, one hears stories... Lady Mary: There's nothing, Aunt Rosamund. Lady Rosamund: So, have you decided? Whether or not to marry Cousin Matthew? [Mary looks at Rosamund in surprise.] Lady Rosamund: Oh, there's no secret Cora can keep for more than a month. Lady Mary: You'd be surprised. I've told him I'll give him my answer the day I get back. Lady Rosamund: Well, it would be very tidy. At least we can say that. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Miss O'Brien reads a letter and Bates regards her as she looks up and closes it.] Miss O'Brien: Fancy a smoke? Thomas: Don't mind if I do. [Thomas follows her out as William enters.] William: There they go, Guy Fawkes and his assistant. Gwen: Which is which? Anna: Here you are. [Anna hands William a black cloth. He puts on the black armband. Anna turns to Bates.] Anna: Surely if His Lordship hasn't done anything until now, it means he doesn't want to take it any further. [Carson enters and the servants stand.] William: Anna's made me an armband, Mr Carson. For my mother. Can I wear it? Mr Carson: I daresay. Not when we're entertaining, but otherwise. [Carson sits and the head of the table and the others sit back down.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Hello, Doctor. I didn't know you were here. Dr Clarkson: No, Lady Grantham sent a message. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why? She's not ill, is she? Dr Clarkson: Not ill, exactly. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Would you mind waiting in the library? [Robert rushes up the stairs.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Robert sits down stunned at something Cora just said.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Pregnant? Cora, Countess of Grantham: You needn't be quite so shocked. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Give me a moment. You haven't been pregnant for 18 years. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And I'm pregnant now. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't understand what we've done differently. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Stop right there. If you want to know more, go down and offer the doctor some whisky. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I can't take it in. Cora, Countess of Grantham: But you're pleased? [Robert stands and takes Cora's hands.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Of course. [Robert kisses Cora's hands.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Of course I'm pleased. [They kiss and hug.] [INT. COURTYARD - DAY] [Thomas smokes and reads the letter O'Brien received while she smirks.] Thomas: I didn't think she'd do it. Miss O'Brien: I told you she would. I could see she was interested. And I was speaking as one lady's maid to another. That means something, you know. Thomas: 'Course we thought we had him before, but he's a slippery devil. [Thomas smirks and hands the letter back to O'Brien.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Dr Clarkson: It's...unusual, obviously. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Unusual? It's Biblical. Dr Clarkson: (chuckles) Not quite. You understand that women go through a...a certain... change. [Robert holds up a hand.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thank you. I know quite as much as I need to about all that. Dr Clarkson: Well, sometimes it can result in a...a surge of...fertility, for want of a better word. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But the child will be healthy? Dr Clarkson: Oh, there's no reason why not. Robert, Earl of Grantham: How long has she...? Dr Clarkson: Hard to be precise. Things had become irregular, but... Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please. Dr Clarkson: I'd say she's about four months gone. It'll begin to show soon. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And I don't suppose there's any way of knowing if it's a... [Clarkson shakes his head.] Dr Clarkson: No. [Mrs Hughes enters and Dr Clarkson stands.] Mrs Hughes: I do beg your pardon, milord. I thought you were alone. Dr Clarkson: No, please come in, Mrs Hughes. I'm just leaving. [Mrs Hughes turns towards the door.] Mrs Hughes: William? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, thank you, Doctor...I'd better start writing some letters. Mrs Hughes: Show Dr Clarkson out. [William opens the door for the doctor and follows him out.] Mrs Hughes: I didn't want to bother Her Ladyship if she's not well... Robert, Earl of Grantham: She's resting, but tell me anyway. Mrs Hughes: It's Mrs Patmore, milord. The time has come when we really have to make a decision. [Robert nods.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mm. [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] [Mr Carson reads the note that O'Brien received while O'Brien and Thomas wait.] Thomas: Now do you believe me? Mr Carson: Careful, Thomas. Your position is not a strong one. Miss O'Brien: Don't punish us, Mr Carson. It's Mr Bates who's wanting here. Thomas: Tell me, Mr Carson, do you think it right a man like that should live and work at Downton? [EXT. LONDON, BELGRAVE SQUARE/ INT. LADY ROSAMUND'S HOUSE - DAY] [A car prepares to leave on a raining street. Mary sits alone staring out the window when a butler opens the door.] Butler: Mr Napier, milady. Lady Mary: What a surprise. I'm afraid you've just missed my aunt. Evelyn Napier: I know. I watched her leave. Lady Mary: How are your wedding plans going? Evelyn Napier: Not very well. In fact, we've decided to call it off. Lady Mary: Really? It seemed quite fixed at Sybil's ball. What a shame. Please. [Mary offers him a seat.] Evelyn Napier: It'll be better in the long run. Lady Mary: Perhaps. I know what high hopes you have of the institution. Evelyn Napier: The thing is, Lady Mary, I-- I'm here today because I needed to tell you something face to face before you went to the country. Lady Mary: Face to face? Gracious me. Evelyn Napier: I've recently heard gossip about the time when I came to Downton with Kemal Pamuk. [Mary tenses.] Evelyn Napier: Gossip that I believe has made life difficult for you. I've also heard it said that I am the source of these stories. It is very important to me that you should know that I am not. [Mary relaxes in surprise.] Evelyn Napier: From that day to this, I have never spoken one word on the matter. Lady Mary: Then who did? Evelyn Napier: It seems to have come from the Turkish Embassy, from the ambassador himself, in fact, and his wife. Lady Mary: But who told them, if not you? Evelyn Napier: This is the hard part. When I discovered the answer, I debated whether I should relay it, but in the end I feel you ought to know. Lady Mary: The suspense is klling me. Evelyn Napier: It was your sister, Lady Edith, who wrote to the ambassador. That is why people accept the story. [Mary closes her eyes.] Lady Mary: Edith? Evelyn Napier: It is very hard to believe. [Mary shakes her head.] Lady Mary: Harder for you than for me. [Napier is surprised by that comment.] [INT. DOWNTON, SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] Mrs Hughes: I love the thought of a baby in the house, but if it's a boy... Mr Carson: It'll be very hard on Mr Crawley. [Mrs Hughes looks at him in surprise.] Mr Carson: I know, I was no great champion when he first arrived. But it seems to me he's tried his best, and he's done the decent thing. Mrs Hughes: I can't see that coming off. Mr Carson: You don't mean the engagement? Mrs Hughes: But it's not an engagement yet, is it? Mr Carson: She'd never throw him over. Mrs Hughes: Mr Carson, Lady Mary Crawley does not deserve you. [Mr Carson scoffs and Mrs Hughes smiles as she walks away.] [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Violet, Countess of Grantham: And she's not been in touch with Cousin Matthew? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Not that I've heard. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Wonderful news, of course. You must look after yourself. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't worry, O'Brien has me wrapped in silk and feathers. Violet, Countess of Grantham: You're lucky. I have a horrible feeling Simmons is about to hand in her notice. She's looking very fidgety lately, and I saw her hurrying to meet the postman. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, you poor thing. Is there anything worse than losing one's maid? Violet, Countess of Grantham: I mean, why would she want to leave me? I've been as gentle as a lamb. [Cora gives Violet a dubious look as a servant brings them tea.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: Most of the time. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Robert and Matthew walk together.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I want to say I'll make provision for you if it's a boy and you get pushed out. Matthew Crawley: Don't worry. I know you can't. If any man living understands the strength of the entail, it's me. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I can give you Crawley House for life, if it's a help. Matthew Crawley: Have you heard from Mary? Robert, Earl of Grantham: No. Have you? [Matthew shakes his head.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: By the way, I want to ask a favour. What's the name of your cook? The one you brought with you from Manchester? Matthew Crawley: Mrs Bird? [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Daisy: I'll get it, Mrs Patmore! Mrs Patmore: Oh, don't fuss me! William: Is that everything. Daisy: Yeah. How are you feeling? William: Well, most people's parents die before them, and so... Thomas: Oh, give it a rest. Your mother knew how to drag it out, I'll say that for her. William: What? Mrs Hughes: Thomas! Get up to the servery. [Mrs Patmore drops a pot and shrieks, holding her hand in pain.] Mrs Patmore: You gave me the wrong cloth! Mrs Hughes: Sit down, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: I can't sit down, I've got the luncheon to finish! Mrs Hughes: It was not a suggestion. Sit! [Mrs Patmore sits, nursing her hand.] Mrs Hughes: Daisy and I will finish the luncheon. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Isobel Crawley: So he'll give us this house for life, will he? How generous. Matthew Crawley: It is generous. He doesn't have to. But it's made me think. You must stay here if you want, but I wonder if it mightn't be better all round if I went back to Manchester. Isobel Crawley: It may not be a boy. Matthew Crawley: Really, mother. You never approved of it all in the first place. If it is a boy, you should see it as a release, not a disappointment. Isobel Crawley: What does Mary say? Matthew Crawley: Nothing yet. [Molesley enters.] Mr Molesley: You wanted to see Mrs Bird, sir. [Mrs Bird enters.] Matthew Crawley: Yes, Mrs Bird, Lord Grantham has rather a favour to ask of you. Mrs Bird: I'm surprised Lord Grantham knows that I exist, sir. [Isobel laughs.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - DAY] [Mr Carson knocks and enters with a letter while Bates is tending to Roberts wardrobe.] Mr Carson: I'm sorry to disturb you. Mr Bates: Quite all right. Mr Carson: Mr Bates, it's about your somewhat startling confession. As you'll have surmised, His Lordship has yet to come to a decision. Mr Bates: His delay is generous. Mr Carson: However, it will be no surprise to you that Miss O'Brien has been unwilling to let things drop. It seems that, when we were in London, she made a new friend. A lady's maid in the house of a colonel in your former regiment. [Carson hands Bates the letter and Bates reads it.] Mr Carson: Please tell me that this account is false, at least in part. Mr Bates: I wish I could. Mr Carson: I'll have to show this to His Lordship. Mr Bates: Of course you will. Mr Carson: I do not like to play the part of Pontius Pilate, but I'm afraid I must. Lord Grantham will decide what's to be done. [Carson walks to the door.] Mr Carson: Mr Bates... I hope you do not feel that I have treated you unjustly. Mr Bates: On the contrary, Mr Carson. I am astonished at your kindness. [Carson exits.] [EXT. LONDON, BELGRAVE SQUARE/ INT. LADY ROSAMUND'S HOUSE - DAY] Lady Rosamund: Of all of you, Sybil might find joy in a cottage. But not you. Lady Mary: We don't know it'll be a boy. Lady Rosamund: Exactly. So ask Matthew to wait until the child is born. If it's a girl you can wed him happily, and all will be as it was before. Lady Mary: But if I delay, won't he think I'm only after him for his position? Besides, I'm not sure I want to put him off, even without the title. [Rosamund is surprised.] Lady Mary: We get on so well, you know. And he's terribly clever. He might end up Lord Chancellor. Lady Rosamund: And he might not. Oh, come along, Mary, be sensible. Can you really see yourself dawdling your life away as the wife of a...country solicitor? [Rosamund marches off and Mary considers her words.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Carson enters with Robert.] Mr Carson: But why would we ever want a telephone at Downton, my lord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, they have their uses. You could speak to the housekeeper in London. That'd be helpful, surely. Mr Carson: I hope I have not failed in my management of the recent move. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not at all. But the telephone is here now, and the girls got used to it when we were in London. Besides, none of us know what the next few months will bring. Mr Carson: Because of the Archduke's death? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Austria won't get what it wants from Serbia. And now Russia's starting to rumble. Well, there's not much we can do about that. So, will you take care of the telephone man? [Carson nods with a grumble.] Mr Carson: Oh, about Mr Bates, my lord. I expect you've had time to consider the contents of that letter? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes, but I find it very odd. Regimental silver? I could more easily see Bates as an assassin than a petty pilferer. Mr Carson: I agree. And while the letter is hard to argue with, I wouldn't put anything past Thomas or Miss O'Brien. [Robert considers that remark as Carson leaves.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] Lady Sybil: So, what did we miss? Lady Mary: Nothing much. Although you'd have had more invitations than I did. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Have you thought about Matthew? Lady Mary: Of course, but Aunt Rosamund... Violet, Countess of Grantham: No! [Violet puts her hand up.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: She's written to me. I should pay no attention. Lady Edith: But Granny, she has got a point. Mary can't be completely naïve. Lady Mary: I don't need your help, thank you. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Mary, listen to me. If you take Matthew now when his whole future is at risk, he will love you to the end of his days. Lady Sybil: Why, Granny, you're a romantic. Violet, Countess of Grantham: I've been called many things, but never that. Lady Edith: And what happens if the baby is a boy and Matthew loses everything? Violet, Countess of Grantham: Mary can always change her mind. Lady Mary: But I can't do that to Matthew. It's not how we are together. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Oh! [Violet sighs in frustration and turns away.] Lady Mary: Now, I'm going upstairs to help Anna unpack. Lady Sybil: I'll come with you. [Sybil leaves with Mary. Violet sits down with Cora and Edith.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Edith, why don't you go, too? [Edith gets up with a sigh.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: Sir Anthony Strallan was at Lady Wren's party. He asked after you. [Edith smiles and exits.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is she really serious about him? Violet, Countess of Grantham: Any port in a storm. Oh, by the way, I was right about my maid. She's leaving to get married. I mean, how could she be so selfish? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I do sympathise. Robert's always wanting me to get rid of O'Brien, but I can't face it. Anyway, she's so fond of me. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Well, I thought Simmons was fond of me. What am I to do? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Why don't I put an advertisement in The Lady? It's always the best place to start. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Oh, that's so kind. Thank you. I really must be going. Now, don't let Mary wait for the baby before she gives Matthew her answer. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm sure it's another girl. Violet, Countess of Grantham: I know those men of the moral high ground. If she won't say yes when he might be poor, he won't want her when he will be rich. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Daisy: Maybe we should knit something. Miss O'Brien: Oh, yes, I'm sure they'd love a pair of booties knitted by you. William: Or what about a Christening mug? Thomas: They can buy their own silver. Gwen: Anything in the paper, Thomas? Thomas: They've arrested this Princip fellow and his gng. All Serbian and members of the Black Hand. Miss O'Brien: "The Black Hand"? Oh, I don't like the sound of that. Mr Bates: I don't like the sound of any of it. wr is on the way. William: Then we'll have to face it. As bravely as we can. Thomas: Thank you, Mr Cannon Fodder. Gwen: Well, don't you think a wr's coming? Thomas: Oh, there'll be a wr, all right. It's time to prepare for it. Anna: The country, do you mean? Thomas: No, me. Mr Bates: You never disappoint. [Carson enters and the servants stand.] Mr Carson: Daisy? Run and find Mrs Patmore. His Lordship wants to see her in the library. Daisy: His Lordship wants Mrs Patmore to go up to the library? Mr Carson: That is what I said. And Anna, you're to come, too. [Daisy goes to fetch Mrs Patmore. Carson exits.] Miss O'Brien: And we thought the assassination of an archduke was a surprise. [Anna leaves and they sit down. ] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Carson enters] Mr Carson: Mrs Patmore, my lord. [Mrs Patmore and Anna enter and Robert rises from his desk.] Mrs Patmore: Your Lordship, I know things haven't been quite right for a while, but I can assure you-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: Come in, Mrs Patmore. [Mrs Patmore steps closer.] Mrs Patmore: I promise you, milord, if I could just be allowed a bit more time-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mrs Patmore, I've not asked you here to give you your notice. Mrs Patmore: Haven't you? Robert, Earl of Grantham: No. I understand you've had some trouble with your sight. Mrs Patmore: That's just it! I know I could manage better if only-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please, Mrs Patmore... Anna: Let him speak. Beg pardon, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Don't apologise. Now, on Dr Clarkson's recommendation, I'm sending you up to London to see an eye specialist at Moorfields. Anna will go with you and you'll stay with my sister Rosamund in her new house in Belgrave Square. Mrs Patmore: I'm afraid I'm going to have to sit in your presence, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Of course. [Anna helps a weak kneed Mrs Patmore stumble into a chair.] Mrs Patmore: B--but how will you get on here? [Robert sits in a chair next to Mrs Patmore.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, Mrs Crawley is lending us her cook, Mrs Bird. She's coming over tomorrow. You'll be good enough to show her how things work. Mrs Patmore: A--are the Crawleys to starve while I'm away? Robert, Earl of Grantham: They'll eat here every evening. Now, my sister's butler will look after you. He's very nice. Anna, you won't mind a visit to London? Anna: No, milord. Thank you. It'll be an adventure. Robert, Earl of Grantham: One with a happy ending, I hope. [Robert stands and Mrs Patmore stands quickly. Anna takes her arm and they exit.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] Matthew Crawley: Let me get this clear. At Sybil's ball you said you'd give me your answer the day you got back, and now you say you will not. Lady Mary: Why do we have to rush into it? I need to be sure, that's all. Matthew Crawley: But you were sure. Shall I tell you what I think has altered you? My prospects. Because nothing else has changed. Lady Mary: No. Matthew Crawley: Yes! If your mother's child is a boy, then he's the heir and I go back to living on my wits, and you'd rather not follow me there. Lady Mary: Oh, Matthew, you always make everything so black and white. Matthew Crawley: I think this is black and white. Do you love me enough to spend your life with me? If you don't, then say no. If you do, then say yes. Lady Mary: I want to... Granny told me I should say yes now, then withdraw if you lost everything. Matthew Crawley: To make that work, you'd have to be a good liar. Are you a good liar? Lady Mary: Well, not good enough to try it, apparently. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: How could you not have realised they'd discover the loss at once? And to keep them in your house... But you only served two years? Mr Bates: That's right, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: So, clearly the judge thought there was some mitigating factor. I just want to know the truth. Mr Bates: I cannot speak of it, milord. You must decide whether I stay or go on the basis of the evidence before you. I will respect that. [Bates holds out Robert's tailcoat and Robert puts it on.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] Anna: Sorry, I don't believe it. Mr Bates: How can you say that? When I've confessed to the crime? Anna: Well, His Lordship obviously doesn't think that's all there is to it, and I don't either. Mrs Patmore (background): Daisy, have you finished the... [Mrs Hughes approaches.] Mrs Hughes: Anna, are you set for the nine o'clock train tomorrow? Anna: All packed and ready. Mrs Hughes: You'll be met at King's Cross by Lady Rosamund's chauffeur, which I think is generous, but after that you're on your own. Right. I must get on. I'm acting referee for Mrs Patmore and Mrs Bird. Mr Bates: Best of luck. [Mrs Hughes chuckles lightly and walks on.] Anna: Will you miss me? [Bates smiles.] Mr Bates: Try not to miss me. It'll be good practice. [Bates leaves.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Patmore: I expect it'll be hard adjusting to this kitchen after the one you're used to. Mrs Bird: Not to worry, I'm sure I can have it cleaned up in no time. Mrs Patmore: Cleaned up? Mrs Bird: I'm not criticising. With your eyesight, it's a wonder you could see the pots at all. [Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: You'll have met Daisy and the others? Mrs Bird: I have. Though what they all find to do is a mystery to me. Mrs Patmore: Are you not used to managing staff, Mrs Bird? [Anna and Molesley watch the conversation from the kitchen window.] Mrs Bird: I'm used to getting it done with one kitchen maid, Mrs Patmore, but I suppose in a house like this, you expect to take it easy. [Mrs Patmore puts down her baking spoon at that.] Anna: Do you think we should erect a ring and let them fight it out? [Molesley chuckles.] Mr Molesley: She's all right, Mrs Bird. She's more of a general than a trooper, but you need that in a cook. ANNA (chuckles) Well, Mrs Patmore's the Generalissimo. [Molesley laughs.] Mrs Patmore (background):...anything for Mrs Crawley and her son. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Isobel Crawley: Well, I'm very sad. I thought Mary was made of better stuff. Matthew Crawley: Don't speak against her. Isobel Crawley: Of course, she's taken advice from someone with false and greedy values. Matthew Crawley: Oh, Mother. Isobel Crawley: And we don't have to go too far to know who that is! Matthew Crawley: Mother! Isobel Crawley: I've a good mind to-- Matthew Crawley: You are not to go near Cousin Violet. That is an order. [INT. CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Something's not right about it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I agree. Having a silver thief in the house does not seem right at all. Even if he could walk. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But Carson isn't keen to get rid of him, either, and he normally comes down on this sort of thing like a ton of bricks. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What's his reasoning? Robert, Earl of Grantham: He blames Thomas and O'Brien. He says they've been working against Bates since he got here. [O'Brien enters in the background.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: So I should sack O'Brien instead? Robert, Earl of Grantham: You'll hear no argument from me. Miss O'Brien: This should do the trick, milady. [Cora is startled. She turns to Robert and sighs in frustration.] [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] [Thomas and O'Brien take a smoke break.] Miss O'Brien: Ten years of my life that's what I've given her. Ten bloody years. Thomas: But did she say she'd sack you? Miss O'Brien: It's obviously what he wants. Thomas: So when will they tell you? Miss O'Brien: When they've found a replacement. Heaven forfend she should have to put a comb through her own hair. And if I'm going, you won't be far behind. Thomas: Oh, so what? Sod 'em. There's a wr coming and wr means change. We should be making plans. Miss O'Brien: What you talking about? Thomas: Well, put it like this. I don't want to be a footman anymore, but I don't intend to be klled in battle, neither. [Thomas finishes his cigarette and walks back to the house.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR/KITCHENS - DAY] [Thomas enters through the back door. Mrs Patmore's whispering to Daisy.] Mrs Patmore: I'm not saying poison them. Just make sure they don't find her food all that agreeable. Daisy: By poisoning it? Mrs Patmore: Will you stop that! Daisy: You don't want it to taste nice. Mrs Patmore: I want them to be glad when I get back. That's all. [Mrs Patmore looks at Daisy, then makes a sound of irritation.] [INT. OUTER HALL - DAY] Mr Carson: This will be for the family and the one in my pantry is for the staff. Or, more precisely, me. Mr Bromidge: We don't normally provide two. Mr Carson: Then perhaps we should find another supplier. Mr Bromidge: Hold your horses. Right. Where do you see this other telephone? Mr Carson: Here, in the outer hall. [Carson sees Strallan enter through the open front door and he opens the inner door for him.] Sir Anthony Strallan: Good afternoon, Carson. Is Lady Edith in? Lady Edith: I am! [Edith enters.] Lady Edith: I most certainly am. Sir Anthony Strallan: I was just driving past... Lady Edith: Yes? Sir Anthony Strallan: And I thought you might like to come for a spin. If you're not too busy. Lady Edith: Wait till I get my coat. [Sybil enters.] Mr Bromidge: Is it all right if I make some notes? Lady Sybil: I'm so sorry, Mr...? Mr Carson: This is Mr Bromidge, my lady. He's here about the telephone. Lady Sybil: Oh! Please make your notes, dear Mr Bromidge. [Bromidge nods.] Lady Sybil: We're so looking forward to it. What an exciting business to be in. Sir Anthony Strallan: You must be expanding every day. Mr Bromidge: Ah, we are, sir. But, er, that brings its problems. Training up men for the work when many have no aptitude. Ha, I can't even find a secretary who can keep pace at the moment. Lady Sybil: What? Mr Bromidge: It's hard with a new concept. Too old, they can't change. Too young, and they've no experience. Lady Sybil: But have you filled the post yet? Because I know just the woman. Mr Bromidge: Well, she must hurry up. We'll, er, close the list tomorrow night. Lady Sybil: You'll have her application, I promise. [Sybil exits.] [EXT. LONDON, MOORFIELDS EYE HOSPITAL - DAY] [A nurse exits the hospital and Anna and Mrs Patmore enter.] [INT. LONDON, MOORFIELDS EYE HOSPITAL - DAY] Anna: This isn't bad at all, is it? Mrs Patmore: I don't know. No one told me there'd be an actual operation. Anna: Well, what did you think? They were just going to make magic passes over your eyes? [A doctor enters.] Doctor: All right, Mrs...Patmore? Anna: She'll be fine, thank you. Doctor: And you've been, er, sent to us by the Earl of Grantham? Anna: That's right. Doctor: Very good. You can leave her now. We'll, er, keep her in for a week. You can collect her next Friday. [Anna nods and the doctor leaves and Anna rubs Mrs Patmore's arm.] Anna: I'll be in to visit every day. Mrs Patmore: What about the rest of the time? Anna: Don't worry. [Anna collects her things and opens the door. Mrs Patmore sniffles.] Anna: You'll be fine. [Mrs Patmore nods and Anna leaves. Mrs Patmore takes out a handkerchief to dry her eyes.] [EXT. LONDON, PARK - DAY] [Anna strolls through the park.] [EXT. MILITARY OFFICES - DAY] [Anna approaches a military building.] NCO: Bates, you say? Anna: John Bates. He must have left the army about eight years ago. NCO: Wait here, please. [The NCO marches off and solutes to another soldier on his way. Anna sits on a bench to wait.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] [Mrs Bird checks on Daisy's cooking.] Mrs Bird: Have you finished the soup? Daisy: I think so, Mrs Bird. [Mrs Bird leans in to check it.] Mrs Bird: And the sauce for the fish? Daisy: Yes, Mrs Bird. Mrs Bird: Well, then, put them in the warmer. [Daisy rushes nervously to the sink, grabs the soap and a grater and grates it into the soup, checking to make sure no one's looking.] [EXT. MILITARY OFFICES - DAY] [The NCO returns with a record book. Anna stands.] NCO: You don't mean John Bates who went to prison for theft? Anna: That's correct. NCO: Well, I know who he is right enough. That was an odd business. Anna: Why "odd"? NCO: Never mind. [The NCO closes the book.] NCO: So you're his cousin and you'd like to be in touch? [Anna nods.] NCO: Very forgiving. Well, I've got no address for him or his wife. But I have got one for his mother, which should still be good. I've written it down for you. [The NCO hands Anna the note.] Anna: Thank you for your trouble. [The NCO nods and marches off.] [INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - DAY] [Mary waits for Edith to walk by and grabs her arm.] Lady Mary: Is it true you wrote to the Turkish ambassador about Kemal? Lady Edith: Who told you? Lady Mary: Someone who knows that you did. Lady Edith: Then why are you asking? Lady Mary: Because I wanted to give you one last chance to deny it. Lady Edith: And what if I did? He had a right to know how his countryman died. In the arms of a slut. [Edith leaves and Mary is shocked by her words.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Violet, Countess of Grantham: How's that advertisement getting on for the new maid? [Thomas takes the tea cup that Violet set down.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, it's only just come out. Mr Carson: William and I can manage here now. Go and tell Mrs Bird we'll have our dinner in twenty minutes. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Carson, be sure to say to Mrs Bird the dinner was really delicious. [Carson nods proudly. Cora moves to sit across from Edith. Mary is behind her.] Lady Sybil (background): Oh, thank you. Cora, Countess of Grantham: So, how was the drive? [Edith smiles.] Lady Edith: It was lovely. Only... Robert, Earl of Grantham (background): They are now. When they're in London, at least. Although I suspect... Cora, Countess of Grantham: Yes? Lady Edith: Well, he said he had a question for me. He told me he'd ask it at the garden party, and he hopes I'll say yes. [Mary rolls her eyes.] Isobel Crawley (background): Yes, I could. Robert, Earl of Grantham (background): Carson's very wary... Cora, Countess of Grantham: You must think very carefully what your answer will be. Lady Mary: Yes, I should think very carefully about a lot of things. [Edith's smile fades and Mary gets up to move. Matthew watches her.] Isobel Crawley: Do your neighbours have one? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes, they do, in London anyway. Matthew Crawley: It seems very wise to get a telephone now. If there is a wr, it may be very hard to have one installed in a private house. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, let me show you where we're going to put it. Matthew Crawley: Oh. [Matthew and Robert leave. Isobel refuses to look at Violet, whom she's still angry with.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: First electricity, now telephones. Sometimes I feel as if I were living in a--an H.G. Wells novel. But the young are all so calm about change, aren't they? Look at Matthew. I do admire him. Isobel Crawley: Do you? [Violet looks at Isobel and lowers her glass.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: What have I done wrong now? Isobel Crawley: Oh. please. Don't pretend Mary's sudden reluctance can't be traced back to you. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Well, I shall pretend it. I told her to take him. Your quarrel is with my daughter Rosamund, not me. [Isobel finally looks at Violet.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: So, put that in your pipe and smoke it. [Carson is struck by Violet's comment and chuckles.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - EVENING] [Thomas takes the wallet out of Carson's coat pocket. Molesley enters and pauses when he sees Thomas.] Thomas: Mr Molesley, what you are after? [Thomas puts the wallet back in the coat.] Mr Molesley: Wanted a word with Mr Carson. I'm here to have me dinner. Thomas: You don't want much, do you? Mr Molesley: What're you doing? Thomas: Mr Carson dropped his wallet in the passage. I was replacing it. [Molesley steps back so Thomas can exit and then closes the door.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [Robert and Matthew sit at the table.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: But everything seemed so settled between you at Sybil's ball. Matthew Crawley: Things have changed since then. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not necessarily. I don't seem to be much good at making boys. Matthew Crawley: Any more than I'm much good at building my life on shifting sands. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You do know I should be very proud to have you as my son-in-law, whatever your prospects. Matthew Crawley: Unfortunately, sir, your daughter is more practical than you. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Mr Carson: Will you join us, Mrs Bird? Mrs Bird: I don't mind if I do. Daisy: I'm not sure Mrs Patmore would like that, Mr Carson. Cook always eats separate, that's what she says. Mr Molesley: Not in our house. There's only the four of us. [Thomas approaches O'Brien.] Thomas: Well, you're going any minute. She's advertised for your replacement. Miss O'Brien: That filthy, ungrateful cow. Mrs Hughes: Let the kitchen maids have theirs on their own. You stay with us. [Mrs Bird nods her appreciation and sits at the table while Daisy finishes serving up the soup.] Mr Carson: Her Ladyship said to tell you that the dinner was delicious. Daisy: She can't have. Mr Carson: Daisy? Does that surprise you? [The servants all being eating and realise something's wrong. Mrs Bird spits out her soup and looks at Daisy.] Mrs Bird: What have you done with this, you little beggar? I knew it. That's why I said it was for upstairs. Come on! [Mrs Bird bangs her hand on the table and Daisy jumps.] Mrs Bird: Tell us what's in it! Daisy: Just...water and a bit of soap. [The servants all put down their spoons.] Mrs Bird: And you've put something in the fish sauce as well? Daisy: Only mustard and aniseed. [Mrs Hughes stands up enraged.] Mrs Hughes: Why, Daisy? Why would you do such a thing?! [Daisy begins to cry.] Daisy: Because Mrs Patmore was worried that they'd prefer Mrs Bird's cooking and they wouldn't want her to come back. Mr Carson: Is that likely? When they've taken such trouble to get her well? Daisy: I'm sorry. [Daisy continues crying. Mrs Bird stands and goes to comfort her.] Mrs Bird: There, there. There are worse crimes on earth than loyalty. Dry your eyes, and fetch the beef stew I was making for tomorrow. You've not had a chance to spoil that, I suppose. Daisy: I was going to mix in some syrup of figs. [The other servants chuckle.] Daisy: But I've not done it yet. Thomas: Well, at least we'd have all been regular. [Daisy rushes out to fetch the stew as the others continue to chuckle.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] Lady Sybil: Carson said you were here. Mr Bromidge: Ah, just, er, checking that everything's being done right, milady. Lady Sybil: Only we never heard back. That is, Miss Dawson never heard back from you. About an interview. Mr Bromidge: Ah, yes, er, we--we got the young lady's letter. But the trouble is, she didn't have any experience of hard work that I could tell, so... Lady Sybil: Oh, but she's a very hard worker! Mr Bromidge: Oh, I couldn't find any proof of it. And she gave you as a reference when, er, you don't run a business, milady. Well, not that I'm aware of. [Sybil turns to a housemaid passing through the hall.] Lady Sybil: Lily! Can you find Gwen and tell her to come to the hall, now. Lily: Yes, milady. [The maid exits and Sybil turns back to Bromidge.] Lady Sybil: The reason Gwen didn't give any more details is because she works here. As a housemaid. Mr Bromidge: Ah, and you thought that'd put me off? Lady Sybil: But she's taken a postal course and has good speeds in typing and Pitman shorthand. Test her. Mr Bromidge: I will, if I like the look of her. [Gwen rushes in.] Mr Bromidge: Ah, so, young lady, you thought I'd turn up my nose at a housemaid. Gwen: I did, sir. Mr Bromidge: Well, my mother was a housemaid. I've got nothing against housemaids. They know about hard work and long hours, that's for sure. Gwen: Well, I believe so, sir. Mr Bromidge: Right, well, is there somewhere we could talk? Lady Sybil: Gwen, take Mr Bromidge to the library. I'll see no one disturbs you. Gwen: Okay. [Gwen precedes Mr Bromidge into the next room and Sybil stands guard in the outer hall as Robert approaches.] Lady Sybil: Sorry, Papa, you can't go in there. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why on earth not? Lady Sybil: Gwen's in there with Mr Bromidge. She's being interviewed. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I cannot use my library because one of the housemaids is in there applying for another job? Lady Sybil: That's about the size of it. [Robert sighs and walks away. Sybil looks at the library door excitedly.] [INT. LONDON, MRS BATES'S HOUSE - DAY] Mrs Bates: So, what is it you want to know? Anna: I want to know the truth about the case against him. I want to know why the sergeant thought it was "odd". I want to know what Mr Bates isn't saying. Mrs Bates: Because you don't believe him to be guilty? Anna: No, I don't. I know he's not. Mrs Bates: Well... You're right, of course. [Mrs Bates hands Anna a cup of tea.] Anna: Then who was it? Who was the thief? Mrs Bates: His wife, Vera. [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] [William and Gwen stare at the telephone.] William: Who do you call? No one you know has got one. Gwen: But they will have. You'll see. Mr Carson: Might I inquire why my pantry has become a common room? William: Sorry, Mr Carson. But...do you know how it works? Mr Carson: Of course I do. Daisy: Will you show us? Mr Carson: Certainly not! A telephone is not a toy, but a useful and valuable tool. Now, get back to your work. [The servants leave and Mr Carson closes the door and stares at the telephone like the others just were. He picks up the ear piece gingerly and blows into it. Then he leans over and puts his ear to the mouthpiece and blows into the earpiece.] [INT. LONDON, MRS BATES'S HOUSE - DAY] Mrs Bates: She worked at the barracks sometimes, and helping at big dinners and so on. That night her opportunity came and she took it. They knew it was her. Someone even saw her with a big carry-all. Anna: But why did he confess? Mrs Bates: (sigh) Well... John wasn't the same man in those days. The African wr had shaken him up and made him angry. He'd been wounded, and he drank a lot more than was good for him. Anna: Was he violent? Mrs Bates: No. No, not violent, but he could be hard at times, with a tongue like a razor. He felt he'd ruined Vera's life, Miss Smith. Anna: Do you agree with him? Mrs Bates: No. No, I thought she was a nasty piece of work. But that's why he took the blame. Anna: Surely, if everyone knew he was innocent... Mrs Bates: But he confessed. There was nothing anybody could do once he confessed. [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] [Thomas escorts Dr Clarkson through the house.] Thomas: Could I ask you something, sir? Only...I get the feeling that a wr's on the way. [Thomas hands Dr Clarkson his medical bag.] Dr Clarkson: I'm afraid we all do. Thomas: And when it comes, I want to be really useful to my country. Dr Clarkson: How heartening. Thomas: S--so I've been thinking, what could be more useful than what you do? Bringing people back to health, back to life. Dr Clarkson: I see. Well, erm, we are looking for volunteers to train for the Territorial Force hospitals, if that's what you mean. Thomas: It's exactly what I mean. Dr Clarkson: Will you not be missed here? Thomas: Maybe. But we'll all be going, won't we? The younger men anyway. Dr Clarkson: As you wish. I'll make inquiries. Thomas: Thank you very much, Doctor. [They exit through the outer hall.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Carson pours a drink for Robert.] Mr Carson: Mr Molesley walked in and there he was, as bold as brass, taking my wallet out of my change coat. Mr Molesley would have no reason to make it up, my lord. He doesn't know Thomas. Why would he lie? Robert, Earl of Grantham: So Thomas has been caught red-handed. Well, we knew he was a thief, didn't we? Mr Carson: And now we have unimpeachable proof. I'm afraid he has to go. Robert, Earl of Grantham: (sigh) I hate this sort of thing. With Lady Grantham's condition and everything. Can we at least wait until after the garden party? Mr Carson: Very well, my lord. But then, I think we must act. [Robert nods.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Hughes: How long will you wear them? [Mrs Patmore is wearing sunglasses.] Mrs Patmore: A week or so. But I can see much better already, even with them on. [Daisy smiles.] Mrs Hughes: Thank heaven. Now, we need to talk about the garden party. Mrs Bird and I have made some lists... Mrs Patmore: (scoffs) Mrs Bird? Oh, I think we can manage without any help from Mrs Bird. Mrs Bird: Can you? Well, if you want your garden party to be run by a Blind Pew, that's your business. Mrs Hughes: Mrs Patmore, there's a lot to be done and you're only just up on your feet. We really cannot manage without Mrs Bird. Mrs Patmore: If you say so. Mrs Hughes: Now, I've been checking the stores and I've ordered what you'll need for the baking. Mrs Bird: That's very kind, Mrs Hughes. But, er, I believe we should check the stores, when it's convenient. Mrs Hughes: Mrs Bird, at Downton Abbey, the housekeeper manages the store cupboard, but I think you'll find... Mrs Bird: I've never not run my own store cupboard in my life. Separate the cook from the store cupboard? Where's the sense in that? Mrs Patmore: How long have I been saying this, O Lord? Mrs Bird: We're the ones who cook it. We should be the ones to order it. Mrs Patmore: Mrs Bird, I shall be very happy with your help with the garden party. I'm sure we can manage it easily, between the two of us. [Mrs Hughes is disconcerted, she fidgets and leaves. Daisy smiles in amusement.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] [Carson sits at his desk with the telephone in front of him. He picks up the earpiece correctly and speaks into the phone.] Mr Carson: Hello, this is Downton Abbey. Carson, the butler, speaking. [Carson hangs up the earpiece and considers for a moment. He picks the earpiece back up.] Mr Carson: Hello. This is Mr Carson the butler, of Downton Abbey. To whom am I speaking? [A voice sounds through the earpiece and Carson just about drops it in surprise.] Mr Carson: I'm not shouting! Who are you? Operator: Mrs Gaunt. Mr Carson: Oh, Mrs Gaunt. Operator: What number do you want? Mr Carson: No, I don't want to place a call. [Mrs Gaunt says something we can't hear.] Mr Carson: I was practicing my answer. [Mrs Gaunt says something we can't hear.] Mr Carson: Well, I daresay a lot of the things you do sound stupid to other people! [Carson hangs up.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] Violet, Countess of Grantham: I've written to your mother. She's very anxious, naturally. She suggested coming over. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, God. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Yeah, well, that's what I thought. So I put her off, told her to come and admire the baby. [O'Brien enters.] Miss O'Brien: I'll just go and run Your Ladyship's bath. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Thank you, O'Brien. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Oh, have you had any answers about the position? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Quite a few. [O'Brien listens from the bathroom.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: So what do they sound like? Cora, Countess of Grantham: There's one I think has real possibilities. She learned to do hair in Paris while she was working for the Ambassadress. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Oh... Oh, that sounds promising. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Robert is sitting at his desk when the door opens.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Carson, I've been meaning... [Robert looks up.] Anna: Your Lordship. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh. Anna, you're back safely, then? Anna: Yes, thank you, milord. And Mrs Patmore's fighting fit again. Robert, Earl of Grantham: "Fighting fit" is the phrase. Is something the matter? Anna: I wanted to see Your Lordship because... Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please. [Anna walks closer.] Anna: While I was in London, I learned something about Mr Bates. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not bad, I hope. Anna: No. Not bad at all. I'd have told Mr Carson, but I thought you might like to hear it from me first. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Go on. Anna: You see, I went to call on Mr Bates's mother. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BATHROOM - DAY] [Cora is taking her bath.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: O'Brien... how long do you think it takes a lady's maid to settle in? Miss O'Brien: Depends on the maid, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: 'Course it does. [Cora drops the bar of soap.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oops. Sorry. [O'Brien walks over and picks up the soap. A second bar of soap is next to it, but she leaves it there and hands Cora the soap.] Miss O'Brien: The other half's under the bath. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Never mind. Thank you. [O'Brien moves the soap with her foot so it's not under the bath.] Miss O'Brien: I'll just go and sort out your clothes, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Okay. [O'Brien enters Cora's room and pauses when she grabs Cora's dress. She looks at herself in the mirror.] Miss O'Brien: Sarah O'Brien, this is not who you are. [O'Brien turns back to the bathroom.] Miss O'Brien: Milady, if you could just wait... [Cora shouts as she falls in the bathroom and O'Brien stops.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - DAY] [Robert stares out the window.] Mr Bates: The doctor's gone, Your Lordship, but he's coming back after dinner. Lady Mary's with her now. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thank you. Mr Bates: I don't suppose you'll want to change. But is there anything else I can do to be useful? [Robert turns to face Bates.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: It was a boy. [Robert begins to cry.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you. Mr Bates: I'm not embarrassed. I just wish you could have been spared this. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I know you do. Thank you. By the way, Anna's told me what she learned in London. Mr Bates: Has she? She's not told me. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, well, the good news is you won't be leaving Downton. And I need some good news today. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Miss O'Brien thinks about what she's done.] Mrs Hughes: That poor wee babe. Anna: How's Her Ladyship doing? Mrs Hughes: I'll take her up a tray in a minute, but I daresay she won't touch a bite. William: What about you, Miss O'Brien? [O'Brien looks at him like he can read her thoughts.] Miss O'Brien: What about me? William: It must have been quite a shock. Miss O'Brien: Yes. Yes, it was. [Branson enters] Mr Carson: I think you'd better dine with us, Mr Branson. We can't know if you might be needed later. Branson: Well, I'm to go for the doctor at ten. [Thomas enters.] Thomas: What a long-faced lot. Mr Carson: Kindly show some respect. Thomas: Come on, Mr Carson, she'll get over it. They're no bigger than a hamster at that stage. Mr Bates: Will you shut up? Mrs Hughes: I agree. What is the matter with you, Thomas? Thomas: I don't know. I suppose all this makes me feel claustrophobic. I mean I'm sorry, 'course I am, but why must we live through them? They're just our employers; they're not our flesh and blood. Daisy: Thomas, don't be so unkind. William: Is there nothing left on earth that you respect? Thomas: Hark at him. Blimey, if he carries on like this for the unborn baby of a woman who scarcely knows his name, no wonder he fell to pieces when his old mum snuffed it. [Mrs Hughes and Mr Carson's jaws drop. William bolts out of his chair and punches Thomas.] Mr Carson: William! [Everyone stands up from the table as William pushes Thomas onto it and climbs on top of him.] Mr Carson: Thomas! William! Stop that! That is enough! [Neither of them pay Carson any heed. The roll of the table onto the floor and William punches Thomas. Thomas stops the next punch and hits William back. Branson steps in and pulls William off Thomas.] Branson: Calm down! [Carson holds back Thomas and shoves him out of the room. He pats William on the shoulder.] Branson: He had that coming. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [A string quartet plays for the garden party. Daisy brings a tray of food to the catering tent and Thomas brings them out to the guests, his face bruised from the fight.] Dr Clarkson: Oh, Thomas. [Thomas approaches the doctor.] Dr Clarkson: I've done as I promised. General Burton is commanding the Division at Richmond and I think I may have a place there for you. [Clarkson pulls out some papers.] Dr Clarkson: Under Colonel Cartwright. These are the papers. [Clarkson hands the papers to Thomas.] Dr Clarkson: When you're ready, report to the local recruiting office and they'll take it from there. As a matter of fact, I'm being drafted back in as a captain, so I'll try to keep an eye on you. Thomas: That's very kind of you, Doctor. Dr Clarkson: With any luck, there may be some advantage in your having volunteered so early. [Thomas nods and leaves. William enters the catering tent with empty champagne glasses. Daisy waits with dessert trays.] William: Oh, hang on a minute. Now, give me yours and take this one at the same time. Daisy: William, I'm sorry I've been so unkind to you lately. [They exchange trays.] William: That's all right. Daisy: No, it's not all right. I don't know why I said those things. William: Well, you were under an evil spell. Daisy: Well, I'm not under it any more. William: I'm glad. Daisy: Friends? William: Always friends. [Daisy happily watches him go.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Bird: I think we should start the ices now. If you agree, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: Certainly, Mrs Bird. [The telephone rings and the cooks stop to look.] Mrs Patmore: Oh, my Lord, listen to that. It's like the cry of a banshee. [Branson enters as the phone rings again and he points to Carson's office.] Branson: Mr Carson's telephone is ringing. [The cooks give him a slack-jawed stare.] Branson: Well, isn't someone going to answer it? Mrs Patmore: I wouldn't touch that thing with a ten-foot pole. Branson: Well, I will, then. [Branson enters Carson's office and answer the phone properly.] Operator: Is Mr Carson there? Branson: No, Mr Carson's busy, but can I take a message? [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Branson runs to Sybil where she's talking with Edith and two other ladies.] Unknown woman: Apparently her father's taking her often, to Trouville(?). Other woman: I wish ours was. Branson: I've got news, milady! [Branson whispers in Sybil's ear. Sybil covers her mouth as she gasps excitedly.] Lady Sybil: Oh! Sorry. [Sybil rushes off and Branson follows her, to the surprise of Edith and the other ladies. Sybil and Branson run to Gwen, who's carrying a tray.] Lady Sybil: Mr Bromidge has rung! You've done it, Gwen! You got the job! [Gwen gasps excitedly and shoves her tray at another maid.] Gwen: Take it! Take it! [The maid takes the tray and Gwen has a giggling group hug with Sybil and Branson. Mrs Hughes approaches scornfully.] Mrs Hughes: Something to celebrate? [The group hug breaks up to face Mrs Hughes. Branson takes Sybil's hand.] Gwen: I got the job, Mrs Hughes! I'm a secretary! I've gn! Mrs Hughes: I'm very happy for you, Gwen. And we'll celebrate after we've finished today's work. Gwen: Of course, Mrs Hughes. [Gwen sobers and goes back to work. Sybil realises she's holding Branson's hand and he turns to her.] Branson: I don't suppose that... Mrs Hughes: Lady Sybil? Her Ladyship was asking after you. [Sybil leaves. Branson turns to watch her go. He thinks for a moment and is about to leave when Mrs Hughes addresses him.] Mrs Hughes: Be careful, my lad. Or you'll end up with no job and a broken heart. Branson: What do you mean? [Mrs Hughes regards him for a moment and leaves with a small sigh.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Strallan walks with Mary.] Sir Anthony Strallan: I don't seem to be able to find your sister. Lady Mary: I wonder where she is. Of course, she may have been cornered. I know there was some old bore she was trying to dodge. Sir Anthony Strallan: Who was that? Lady Mary: I'm not sure. He's simply ghastly apparently, but he's promised to propose today. I can't tell you how funny she was when she acted it out. She ought to go on the stage. Sir Anthony Strallan: Really? Ah, how amusing. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Carson watches the party with Mrs Hughes.] Mr Carson: Well done, Mrs Hughes. Beautifully excuted, as always. Mrs Hughes: The key is in the planning. [Thomas approaches them.] Thomas: Mr Carson, this probably isn't the moment, but I've just heard from Dr Clarkson I've been accepted for a training scheme. For the army medical corps. Mr Carson: Have you indeed? Thomas: Yes, and I want to do it, so I'll be handing in my notice. I'll serve out the month, of course. Mr Carson: Thank you, Thomas. We can talk about it later. [Thomas leaves.] Mrs Hughes: And you couldn't have planned that any better either. [Mrs Hughes sighs in relief and Carson chuckles.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Edith follows Strallan.] Lady Edith: You can't be leaving yet. Sir Anthony Strallan: I'm afraid I must. Please make my excuses to your mother. [Strallan tips his hat to her. Edith follows him for a moment longer as he walks away.] Lady Edith: But... [Mary watches her. When Edith meets her eye, Mary raises her glass to Edith in mockery.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [O'Brien goes to Cora who is lounging unhappily in the shade of a tent.] Miss O'Brien: I wish you'd come inside, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: No. People mustn't think I'm really ill. I don't want to cast a dampener on the party. Miss O'Brien: Very well. But are you are you have everything you need, milady? [O'Brien places a blanket over Cora's legs.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Dear O'Brien. [Cora takes O'Brien's hands.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: How sweet you are. [O'Brien nods and leaves. Violet rushes to her.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: O'Brien, O'Brien! Can I have a word? I need a favour and I don't want to bother Lady Grantham with it. Miss O'Brien: Certainly, milady. Violet, Countess of Grantham: She's been helping me find a new maid... [O'Brien is surprised.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: ...and we've had quite a few answers from her advertisement. Can you find where she's put them and get Branson to bring them to the Dower House? Miss O'Brien: Her Ladyship was helping you find a new lady's maid? [O'Brien realises her mistake.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: Yes. We should have asked you, really. You might take a look at the letters if you have a minute. There's one we liked the sound of who'd been trained in Paris. [O'Brien is still in shock.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: Do you know where she might have put them? The answers? [O'Brien snaps out of her troubling thoughts.] Miss O'Brien: Oh, yes, milady. There are only two or three places they could be. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Oh, thank you, O'Brien. You're a treasure. Thank you. [Violet leaves.] [EXT. GROUNDS, CATERING TENT - DAY] [Bates stands there with his cane while Anna brings in a tray.] Anna: I didn't know a garden party was a spectator sport. Mr Bates: Pretty, though, isn't it? Hard to believe the clouds are gathering on a summer's day like this. Anna: Mr Bates, I know you think I was wrong to call on your mother. Mr Bates: I don't think that. She likes you, by the way. Anna: I had to find out the truth. Mr Bates: But you see you don't know the whole truth, not even now. You know my mother's truth. Anna: But not your wife's... Where is she now? Mr Bates: I couldn't tell you. Anna: I better get back. [Anna leaves and Molesley steps up next to Bates.] Mr Bates: Are you here, Mr Molesley? I didn't know that. Mr Molesley: Just helping out. Nice girl, that Anna. Do you know if she's got anyone special in her life? Mr Bates: I'd like to say she hasn't. I would, truly, but I'm afraid there is someone, yeah. Mr Molesley: And do you think he's keen on her? Or is it worth a go? Mr Bates: Well, he keep himself to himself. He's very hard to read at times, but...I'd say he's keen. I'd say he's very keen indeed. [Molesley grimaces and walks on. Mrs Patmore rushes out with a tray.] Mrs Patmore: Daisy! I said ices, not iced cakes! Now, unclog your ears and get these to William before they turn into soup. [Daisy grabs the tray and rushes off while Mrs Patmore returns to the house.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Mary talks with Matthew by a bench.] Lady Mary: But I don't understand, nothing's changed. Matthew Crawley: Everything's changed. Lady Mary: You can't be sure I was going to refuse you, even if it had been a boy. Because I'm not. Matthew Crawley: That's the point. I can't be sure. Of you, or of anything, it seems. The last few weeks have taught me that. Lady Mary: But you can't leave Downton. Matthew Crawley: I can't stay. Not now. Lady Mary: Well, what will you tell Papa? Matthew Crawley: That I'm grateful for what he's tried to do, but the experiment is at an end. I'm not a puppet. I must take charge of my own life again. Lady Mary: Would you have stayed if I'd accepted you? Matthew Crawley: Of course. Lady Mary: So I've ruined everything. Matthew Crawley: You've shown me I've been living in a dream, and it's time to return to real life. Wish me luck with it, Mary. God knows I wish the best for you. [Both of them are on the verge of tears when he leaves. Mary covers her face with her hands and cries.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Violet and Rosamund see Matthew return.] Violet, Countess of Grantham: Well, Rosamund, I'm afraid your meddling has cost Mary the only decent offer she'll ever get. Lady Rosamund: I'm sorry, Mama, but you know me. I have to say what I think. Violet, Countess of Grantham: Why? Nobody else does. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Carson goes to Mary as she cries.] Mr Carson: Are you quite well, my lady? Lady Mary (broken): Of course. You know me, Carson. I'm never down for long. [Mary continues to cry and Carson holds her in his arms.] Mr Carson: I know you have spirit, my lady. That's what counts. It's all that counts in the end. There, there. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Isobel and Violet walk together.] Isobel Crawley: So, Mary is to be denied her countess's coronet after all? Violet, Countess of Grantham: Don't crow at me. I think she was very foolish not to take him when she could. Well, I told her so. Isobel Crawley: Well, if I'm perfectly honest, I wonder if Matthew isn't making the same mistake right now. [They watch Matthew walking alone.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Robert sits with Cora, holding her hand.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Are you warm enough? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I am when you're holding my hand. [Carson enters with post tray.] Mr Carson: Your Lordship? This has just arrived for you. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thank you. [Robert stands as he takes it.] Mr Carson: Oh, and I'm happy to tell you that Thomas has just handed in his notice. So we'll be spared any unpleasantness on that score. Robert, Earl of Grantham: What a relief. [Robert places the letter opener back on the tray and Carson leaves. Robert's expression changes to foreboding surprise as he reads the letter. He exits the tent and pulls off his hat to wave everyone's attention.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please, will you stop, please! [The string quartet stops playing.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: My lords, ladies and gentlemen. Can I ask for silence? [All conversations cease and the servants step out of the catering tent to listen.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Because I very much regret to announce...that we are at w*r with Germany. 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[A gn rings out. We close in on two soldiers lying in a bttlefield covered in dirt. One is severely wounded, the other turns his head, revealing Matthew Crawley.] The Somme, 1916 [Matthew sees to his wounded comrade. Cut to soldiers running through the field, some carrying the wounded on stretchers, bmb exploding around them. Matthew carries the wounded soldier to relative safety in the trenches.] Matthew Crawley: Sergeant Stevens! Sergeant Stevens: Sir! Matthew Crawley: I want every wounded man taken down the line before it starts to get dark. We've bloody well lost enough of them for one day. [Matthew enters his bunker where he opens a message. His man servant carries in a pitcher and cloth.] Matthew Crawley: When did this arrive? Davis: (indistinct) sir. [The bunker continually shakes and pours dirt from the ceiling.] Matthew Crawley: Ah, good news. We'll be relieved today by the Devons. The men can finally get some rest, and I've got a few days' leave coming to me. Davis: What'll you do with them, sir? Matthew Crawley: London first to remind myself what real food tastes like. Then north for a couple of days, I suppose. Naturally there's a girl I want to see when I'm there. Davis: So I should hope, sir. Strange, i'n't it? Think of our old lives just going on as before while we're here in this. Matthew Crawley: More than strange. When I think of my life at Downton, it seems like another world. [OPENING TITLES] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY - MORNING] [A servant opens the windows in the library. Other servants bustle about the rooms preparing for a benefit. Anna leads the new house maid through the rooms.] Anna: We normally have everything done before the family wakes up, but it's all at sixes and sevens today. I'll go through it with you tomorrow when we're back to normal. Ethel: I do know how to run a house. [Mr Carson gestures for some workers to move a piece of furniture.] Mr Carson: Come along. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - MORNING] [William helps Lord Grantham dress in his old uniform. William starts to buckle the shoulder belt.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: It goes under the epaulette. [William undoes the shoulder belt and restrings it through the epaulette.] William: I'm sorry, my lord. If I'd known, I'd have asked Mr Bates about it before he left for London. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Because I'll be in uniform a lot of the time in future. William: Does being Lord Lieutenant mean you're back in the army? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not exactly. The Lord Lieut is responsible for the army in the county while the wr is on. But no, I'm not back in the army. It appears they don't want me. [EXT. SERVANTS' YARD - DAY] [O'Brien smokes as workers move chairs.] [INT. OUTER HALL - DAY] [Mr Carson continues to supervise while Robert comes down with the dog.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Morning. I don't suppose there's any news of Bates? Mr Carson: We expect him back any day, my lord. He wrote to Anna that they had the funeral last Monday. Robert, Earl of Grantham: William's a good chap, but he's not Bates when it comes to uniforms. I may not be a real soldier, but I think I ought to look like one. Mr Carson: Quite, my lord. [INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING] [Robert joins Lady Grantham and Sybil for breakfast.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: We don't often see you in here for breakfast. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Isobel said she was coming up to help and your mother thrat to look in. No doubt they would love it if they found me still in bed. [Sybil and Robert open their post.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't believe it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Please say it's something nice. Robert, Earl of Grantham: General Robertson's invited me to be Colonel of the North Riding Volunteers. Well, this is the best bit. It may please you to know that the idea was given to me by General Hague. Well, if Hague's involved, it means I'm back in the army properly. Cora, Countess of Grantham: How can that be? You were told you weren't wanted for active service. You can't jump in and out of the army like a jack-in-the-box. [Sybil is obviously very upset by her post.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't see why not. Churchill went back to the front after the Gallipoli business. If he can do it, why shouldn't I? Sybil, are you all right? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Sybil, darling. Lady Sybil: Would you excuse me? I think I'll just... [Sybil takes her post and leaves. Mr Carson opens the door for her.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: She's had more bad news. [EXT. STREET - MORNING] [Branson is teaching Lady Edith how to drive.] Lady Edith: I do think I'm getting better, don't you? Branson: Up to a point, my lady. If you could just get the clutch right down to the floor. Lady Edith: But I am. Branson: Not quite, my lady. Lady Edith: It doesn't seem to want to go. Branson: I think it wants to if you ask it properly. That's better. You'll be putting me out of a job. Lady Edith: Won't the call up put you all out of your jobs? Branson: I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - MORNING] William: What are you giving them to eat? Mrs Patmore: Not much. They know the money's for the hospital, so they can't expect Belshazzar's feast. Daisy: I'll make some cheese straws. What's the matter with you? William: Nothing much. My dad still won't let me enlist. Mrs Patmore: Your father has no one but you, of course he doesn't want you to enlist. Who can argue with him? William: So I stand by while the lads on the farms and in the gardens go to wr? Even Thomas is on the front in the medical corps. Mrs Patmore: Ha! That'll come as a nasty shock. William: Oh, you can make fun of him, Mrs Patmore, but he's fighting for his king and country and I'm not. Mrs Patmore: Well, I daresay you won't have long to wait. William: Well, I hope you're right. Mrs Patmore: Do you? Because I don't. I hope very much that I am wrong. [INT. LARGE PARLOUR - MORNING] Isobel Crawley: It's kind of you to let us have it here. They'll enjoy it so much more. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And you can charge so much more for the tickets. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Good morning, Mama. This is very early for you to be up and about. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: wr makes early risers of us all. I thought I would help with the flowers. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Basset has plenty, but...thank you. [Cora exits.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You don't mind my taking over the flowers, do you? Cora's flower always look more suited to a first communion in southern Italy. Well, what else have you planned for tonight's revels? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Anything we can think of that will raise money. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Hot buttered toast with a countess, at tuppence a slice? [INT. LIBRARY - MORNING] [Ethel fluffs a pillow by tossing it in the air.] Anna: You drop the cushions on the floor to plump them up. Ethel: I know. Mrs Hughes: Ethel, are you settling in? [Ethel drops a pillow on the floor.] Ethel: I would be if Anna would stop teaching me how to suck eggs. I was Head Housemaid in my last position. Mrs Hughes: You were Senior Housemaid out of two in a much smaller house. Anna: Are they to come in here tonight? Mrs Hughes: Only at the interval, and keep them out of the drawing room. I thought Mr Bates would've been back by now, or he could've stood guard. [Mrs Hughes and Anna smile.] Ethel: Who is this Mr Bates? Anna: He's Lordship's Valet. He's been in London because his mother died. Ethel: Well, everyone talks about him as if he were king. Anna: Do they? That's nice to hear. [Violet enters.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Anna. [Anna curtsies.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Help me do battle with this...monstrosity. [Violet stares at the hideous flower arrangement on the table.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Looks like a creature from the Lost World. [Violet starts pulling out flowers.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - MORNING] [Mr Carson is polishing the silver set.] Mrs Hughes: You should let William do that. Mr Carson: He's got enough on his hands getting the uniforms out of mothballs. Agh, I must remember to put Anna on alert for dinner tonight. Mrs Hughes: You have to ease up a bit or you'll give yourself a heart attck. There's a wr on. Things cannot be the same when there's a wr on. Mr Carson: I do not agree. Keeping up standards is the only way to show the Germans that they will not bat us in the end. Mrs Hughes: Well, give me some warning the next time we're expecting Germans at Downton, I'll see what I can do. [INT. LIBRARY - MORNING] [Anna collects the flowers Violet removed and takes them away as Cora, Isobel, and Robert enter.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Thank you. Isobel Crawley: Oh, we thought we'd come in here for a little talk. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh. Well, I'm sure we won't be disturbed. [Robert rolls his eyes, then motions Isobel to the couch.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please. [Isobel sits.] Isobel Crawley: Well, the thing is...I've had a letter from Matthew. Of course he doesn't tell me what he's actually doing. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, he wouldn't. But I'm glad he's all right. I miss him. Isobel Crawley: Well, that's the point. You must know he's been down here a few times since the wr started. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We had heard. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Downton is hardly a metropolis. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is he still determined to go back to Manchester when it's all over? Isobel Crawley: He doesn't talk much about life after the wr, none of them do. I suppose they don't want to tempt fate. Until now, that is. He writes that he's engaged to be married to a Miss Lavinia Swire. [They are rather upset by this news. Cora sits down.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, I-- I suppose we all knew it would happen one day. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Do you know her? Isobel Crawley: Not yet. Apparently they met when he was in England last time. It all seems rather hurried. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You can't blame them for wanting to live in the present. [Robert turns around, trying to process this latest blow.] Isobel Crawley: Anyway, he's been in London on leave, and now he's bringing her here to meet me. He'll be here tonight and tomorrow, then he leaves on Thursday while she stays for a bit. Cora, Countess of Grantham: So, will you miss the concert? Isobel Crawley: Well, that's up to you. We'd all hoped that he and Mary would sort things out between them, but if that's not to be, then shouldn't we try to get back to normal? Even if he's not keen to live in the village. He's still the heir. And you're still his family. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I quite agree. We can't know if Matthew will come through it. Either way, I would like to see him, and I want to wish him luck. [Isobel smiles.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: The trouble is Mary's back from London today as well. She gets in at five o'clock. Isobel Crawley: Matthew's driving down in Lavinia's car. They won't meet on the train. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, that's a relief. I hate Greek drama. You know, when everything happens off stage. [Isobel narrows her eyes at Violet.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: But should we tell her not to come? We might still catch her. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Isobel's right. We must use this engagement as a new beginning. You bring our Lieutenant Crawley to the concert and stay for dinner afterwards. Isobel Crawley: I was hoping you'd say that. [Isobel smiles.] [PATH - MORNING] [Sybil enters the house, crying with the note in her hand.] Isobel Crawley: Oh, there you are, I'm just going home, but I'll be back at four-- [Sybil walks by without looking at her.] Isobel Crawley: Sybil, my dear, what's the matter? Lady Sybil: Tom Belasis has been klled. Isobel Crawley: What a terrible thing. Lady Sybil: I remember him at Imogen's ball. He made me laugh out loud just as her uncle was giving a speech. Sometimes it feels as if all the men I ever danced with are dad. [Isobel gives Sybil a comforting kiss.] Lady Sybil: I just feel so useless. Wasting my life while they sacrifice theirs. Isobel Crawley: You've been a tremendous help with the concert. Lady Sybil: No, I d-- I don't mean selling programs or finding prizes for the Tombola, I want to do a real job. Real work. [O'Brien is listening in.] Isobel Crawley: Well, if you are serious, what about being an auxiliary nurse? There's a training college in York. I know I could get you onto a course. It may be something of a rough awakening. Are you ready for that? I mean, have you ever made your own bed, for example, or scrubbed a floor. [Isobel sees O'Brien eaves dropping.] Isobel Crawley: O'Brien, what is it? O'Brien: Mr Platte is taking Her Ladyship and Lady Grantham down to the village, she wondered if you'd like to go with them. Isobel Crawley: That's very kind. Thank you. [O'Brien leaves.] Lady Sybil: Go on. What else would I need? Isobel Crawley: Well, if you're serious, what about cooking? Why don't you ask Mrs Patmore if she could give you one or two basic tips. [Sybil nods and starts to smile.] Isobel Crawley: When you get to York, it might be useful to know a little more than nothing. [Isobel smiles and strokes Sybil's chin affectionately. Sybil smiles back.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] [O'Brien helps Lady Grantham dress to go out.] O'Brien: They want to use her as a maid of all work at the hospital. I suppose it's cheaper when Lady Sybil can live here for nothing, but it doesn't seem quite right somehow to take advantage. Cora, Countess of Grantham: No, it does not. O'Brien: I hear the young men that are being brought in now are very disfigured. Cora, Countess of Grantham: How terrible. O'Brien: Limbs missing and faces blown apart. And Lady Sybil's been nurtured so very gently. And what types would she be working with? [Cora looks more and more concerned.] O'Brien: Still, you'll know what's best to do. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Yes. I certainly will. [Lady Grantham exits with her gloves and hat.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Daisy shells peas, Anna polishes, William mends a shirt, Branson reads the newspaper, and O'Brien sits down to sew.] Mrs Patmore: Where's the butter for the pancakes? Daisy: It's in the cold larder. Ethel: Are we having pancakes tonight? O'Brien: Are we heck as like. Mrs Patmore: Upstairs dinner, Crepes Suzette. ETHEL (gasp) I've always wanted to try those. Could you save me some? If they don't finish them all. Mrs Patmore: Er, save you some Crepe Suzette? [Branson regards Mrs Patmore. Anna smiles at the strange request.] Ethel: If you don't mind. [Ethel files her nails.] Ethel: What are we having? Mrs Patmore: Lamb stew and semolina. Ethel: Do you eat a lot of stews? Mrs Patmore: Don't you fancy that, dear? Ethel: Not all the time. Mrs Patmore: Oh, I see. And would you like to sleep in Her Ladyship's bedroom while you're at it? [Ethel looks up.] Ethel: Wouldn't mind. I hate sharing a room. I didn't in my last place. Anna: There were only two maids and a cook. Ethel: Well, I'm just saying. Mrs Patmore: And I'll just say, if you don't look out. [Ethel smiles in amusement as Mrs Patmore leaves.] O'Brien: You've got a cheek on your first day. Ethel: I don't see why. I want the best and I'm not ashamed to admit it. O'Brien: And you think we don't? Ethel: I think it's hard to change at your age. I don't blame you. But I suppose, in the end, I want to be more than just a servant. [INT. CARRIAGE - DAY] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm sorry, but if Dr Clarkson needs free labour, I'd prefer him not to find it in my nursery. Isobel Crawley: But Sybil isn't in the nursery. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No, and in case you haven't noticed, she hasn't been there for some time. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You know what I mean. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, no, not really. You can't pretend it's not respectable when every day we're treated to pictures of queens and princesses in Red Cross uniform, ladling soup down the throat of some unfortunate. Cora, Countess of Grantham: But Sybil won't be ladling soup. She'll have to witness unimaginable horrors, and she's an innocent. Isobel Crawley: Her innocence will protect her. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: For once I agree with Cousin Isobel. Sybil must be allowed to do her bit like everyone else. [Mr Molesley opens the carriage for Isobel and hands her out in front of her house.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: What about you, Molesley? Are you ready for the call if it comes? Mr Molesley: It won't be coming for me, milady. I had a letter from the wr office. They say I'm not suitable for service. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Why not? [Molesley looks uncomfortable.] Mr Molesley: I really couldn't say, milady. Isobel Crawley: As you can imagine, Molesley's father is beside himself with joy. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: God moves in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform. [Violet nods to Molesley and closes the carriage.] [EXT. DOWNTON TRAIN STATION - DAY] [Mr Bates steps out of 3rd class. A station employee opens a 1st class door for Lady Mary and she runs into Bates.] Lady Mary: Bates! [Bates touches his hat to her.] Lady Mary: No one told me you were on this train. Mr Bates: They didn't know, milady. Lady Mary: We'll give you a lift to the house. [EXT. DOWNTOWN, FRONT DOOR - DAY] [Branson pulls the car up to the front door. Bates steps out of the front seat and walks to Anna. William collects the luggage.] Anna: Why didn't you say you were coming? Mr Bates: I didn't know till today. [Branson hands Mary out of the car.] Lady Mary: Anna, I borrowed a case from Lady Rosamund. I bought some things while I was in London. Anna: Very good, milady. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Lady Sybil: Well, it would be our secret. A surprise. You don't mind, do you? Mrs Patmore (flustered): Oh, it's not that I mind, milady. Lady Sybil: And I only need the basics. How to boil an egg. How to make tea. Mrs Patmore: Don't you know how to make tea? Lady Sybil: Not really. [The servant girls giggle.] Lady Sybil: You're right. It is a joke. But when I start my course, I don't want to be a joke. Will you help me? Daisy: Of course we will, won't we? Mrs Patmore: If you say so. Let's get started. Mrs Patmore: Do you know how to fill a kettle? Lady Sybil: Everyone knows that. [Sybil takes the kettle from Mrs Patmore and goes to the tap. She opens the valve and water sprays all over. The servants laugh.] Mrs Patmore: Not everyone, apparently. [INT. LARGE PARLOUR - DAY] [The band begins to practice while Mr Carson straightens the chairs.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Anna puts a box on the table and nearly runs into Bates on her way out.] Mr Bates: When can I talk to you? Anna: After the concert. Outside in the courtyard. There's bound to be a gap before they start dinner. [Daisy clears the servants' hall table.] Daisy: Are you going up for the concert? William: Maybe. Can I sit with you? Daisy: Don't be daft. We've got dinner to make. I've not got time for concerts. William: I've had a letter from my dad. He won't change his mind. He says he can live with it if I get called up, as there's nothing we can do, but if I enlist and anything happens, he'll never get over it. Daisy: He loves you. William: He may love me, but he doesn't own me, and he's not being fair. [William exits frustrated.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM] [Anna finishes Mary's hair while Sybil sits on the bed; Cora and Edith sit in chairs.] Lady Sybil: Glad to be back? Lady Mary: I'm never sure. When I'm in London, I long for Yorkshire, and when I'm here, I ache to hear my heels clicking on the pavement. I'd forgotten about this nightmare concert. Why didn't you warn me? I'd have come back tomorrow. Lady Edith (gloats): But you'd have missed Matthew. [Mary pauses in surprise.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I was going to tell you. Matthew's on leave and he's in the village, so Papa and I thought it would be a good time to mend our fences. He's coming tonight with Isobel. Lady Edith (still gloating): And his fiancée. Lady Mary: What? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Edith. I don't know how helpful you're being. Lady Sybil: Matthew's engaged. He's brought her to Downton to meet his mother. [Mary listens in continued surprise.] Lady Mary: Well, how marvelous. Lady Sybil: You don't mind? Lady Mary: Why should I? We're not going to marry, but I don't want him to spend the rest of his life in a cave. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Exactly what Papa and I feel. Please try to be happy for him. Lady Mary: Of course I'm happy! Good luck to him. [Edith smirks at Mary's brave face.] Lady Mary: Anyway, there's someone I want you all to meet. Have you ever come across Richard Carlisle? Lady Edith: Sir Richard Carlisle? The one with all those horrid newspapers? Lady Mary: We met at Cliveden. Lady Edith: (scoffs) But how old is he? Lady Mary: Old enough not to ask stupid questions. Anyway, I can't wait for you to know him. If only Papa hadn't closed down the sht. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Most people have stopped shting now that the wr's on. But I'm sure Papa would be happy to have Sir Richard come and stay. [Cora and Sybil rise to leave.] Lady Edith: Are you? I shouldn't have thought he was Papa's type at all. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You coming? Lady Mary: I'll be down in a minute. [The family leaves and Anna turns to Mary.] Anna: Are you all right, milady? Lady Mary: Oh, Anna. [Mary breaks down crying. Anna puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.] [INT. DOWNTON, THE CONCERT - EVENING] [Isobel, Matthew, and Lavinia arrive.] Lavinia: It's awfully grand. Matthew Crawley: You'd better get used to it. It will be your home one day. Lavinia: I'm not sure "home" would ever be quite the word to describe it. [Robert approaches and shakes hands with Matthew.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: My dear fellow, welcome back. It's so very good to see you. Matthew Crawley: May I present Miss Lavinia Swire. Lavinia: How do you do, Lord Grantham. Robert, Earl of Grantham: How do you do, Miss Swire. [Sybil and Edith check out the fiancée and exchange a look.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: So, that's Mary's replacement. Well, I suppose looks aren't everything. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I think she seems rather sweet. I'm afraid meeting us all together must be very intimidating. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I do hope so. [Mary and Matthew catch each other's eye. Mary smiles awkwardly. Matthew looks away like he didn't see her. Mary's smile fades until she sees Isobel and they greet each other.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Now, please come this way. Lavinia: Thank you. [Mary and Isobel shake hands.] Lady Mary: It's good to see you. Hello, Miss Swire. I'm Mary Crawley. [They shake hands.] Lavinia: Of course you are. I mean, I've been longing to meet you, because I've heard so much about you from Matthew. Er, that is-- Lady Mary: Nice things, I hope. Matthew Crawley: What else would she hear from me? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please. [Robert shows Lavinia to her seat.] Lady Mary: I can't say. It's been such a long time. Who knows what you think of me now. Matthew Crawley: I think...I'm very glad to see you looking so well. Lady Mary: All right, you win. We are at peace again. [She squeezes his arm. The band starts. Sitting down, Lavinia and Mary regard each other.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - EVENING] [Mr Carson is decanting wine as Mrs Hughes walks in.] Mrs Hughes: Have you found something nice? Mr Carson: Why in particular? Mrs Hughes: As a welcome home for Mr Matthew. Mr Carson: Hmph. Mrs Hughes: Oh, what's the matter? I thought you'd come 'round to him. Mr Carson: Last time he was here, he hadn't broken Lady Mary's heart. [Mrs Hughes gives him a look.] Mrs Hughes: Lady Mary broke her own heart. Hmph. That's if she has a heart to break. Mr Carson: I don't think we're ever going to see eye to eye on this, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: She refused him when she thought he'd have nothing, and when he was heir again, she wanted him back. Mr Carson: I thought caution was a virtue. Mrs Hughes: Caution, maybe, self-interest is not. Perhaps Miss Swire is a gentler person. Mr Carson: If you ask me, this Miss Swire, who it may interest you to know, is not to be found in Burke's Peerage or Burke's Landed Gentry, has an eye to the main chance. Mrs Hughes: That's not snobbish, I suppose. Mr Carson: I like to see things done properly, Mrs Hughes, and I won't apologise for that. Now, if you'll excuse me. [Mr Carson walks out with the wine.] [CONCERT HALL - EVENING] [Two women stand up on and start handing out white feathers. One hands a feather to William.] William: What is it? White Feather Girl 1: A white feather, of course, Coward. [Robert turns around and stands up.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Stop this at once! [William stands.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: This is neither the time nor the place! White Feather Girl 2: These people should be aware that there are cowards among them. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Will you please leave? You are the cowards here, not they! [Mr Bates stands, also angry, and the women leave. Robert nods to William. William nods back and sits down.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Leader, will you continue? [William fingers the white feather the woman gave him. The exiting women hand Branson a feather on their way out. He smiles and takes it.] Branson: I'm in a uniform. White Feather Girl 1: Wrong kind. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [William serves Cora at dinner.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: That was horrid, William. I hope you won't let it upset you. William: No, Your Ladyship. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why are these women so unkind? Lady Edith: Of course it is horrid, but when heroes are giving their lives every day, it's hard to watch healthy young men do nothing. [Robert looks quickly at William, who looks down uncomfortably. Isobel talks down the table to Sybil.] Isobel Crawley: By the way, Sybil, very good news. They do have a vacancy. It's very short notice, because someone dropped out. [Sybil smiles.] Isobel Crawley: You'd have to be ready to start on Friday. Robert, Earl of Grantham: May I ask what this is about? Lady Sybil: Cousin Isobel has got me a place on a nursing course in York. [The table stares at her.] Lady Sybil: I want to work at the hospital. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We don't have to talk about it now. [Cora glares at Isobel, who smiles awkwardly.] [EXT. COURTYARD - EVENING] Mr Bates: She just turned up at my mother's house not long before she died. Anna: So...what does it mean? Mr Bates: I think it means, at long last, I'm able to get a divorce. Anna: Mr Bates, is this a proposal? Mr Bates: If that's what you want to call it. And you might start calling me John. Anna: Why are you sure she'll do it now when she's refused for so long? Mr Bates: Mother left me some money. Much more than I thought. Vera's a greedy woman, she won't refuse what I can offer her. Anna: Will we have to leave Downton? Mr Bates: Not until we want to. I've spoken to His Lordship and he will find a cottage for us near the house. Anna: You told him you want to marry me? Mr Bates: I did. Anna: Before you spoke to me? Mr Bates: You don't mind, do you? Anna: Of course I mind. In fact, I'd give you a smack if I didn't want to kiss you so much I could burst. [Bates cups Anna's face with his hand and they kiss. She stands on her tip-toes as they hold each other.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Lady Edith: Branson says I'm ready for the road. Robert, Earl of Grantham: That's not what he told me. [Mr Carson serves Lavinia.] Lavinia: Oh, how delicious, I love these. Robert, Earl of Grantham: How did you and Matthew meet? Lavinia: Oh, in London. My father works in London, so I've always lived there. But I love the country, too. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Of course you do. Lavinia: Daddy's a solicitor, like Matthew. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: My, my. You're very well-placed if you're ever in trouble with the law. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Did I tell you I've been given a colonelcy in the North Riding Volunteers? So, I'm properly in the army again. Matthew Crawley: Mm. Congratulations. [Matthew turns to Mary on his right.] Matthew Crawley: He won't go with them, will he? When they're called to the front? Lady Mary: I hope not, but he seems to think so. What's it been like? [Matthew turns sharply toward her, then hesitates, slightly panicked and unsure.] Matthew Crawley: You know, the thing is, I just can't talk about it. [Mary nods.] Lady Mary: Have you missed us? Matthew Crawley: What do you think? [They smile at each other. Matthew looks at Lavinia at the other side of the table.] Matthew Crawley: You don't mind my bringing Lavinia? Lady Mary: On the contrary, I'm glad. Glad to see you happy. Matthew Crawley: What about you? You happy? Lady Mary: I think I'm about to be happy. Does that count? Matthew Crawley: It does if you mean it. Lady Mary: You'll be the first to know. [They smile at each other, but Mary is obviously pretending.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [Servants are setting the table for their meal.] Daisy: What you reading? Ethel: Photoplay about Mabel Normand. She was nothing when she started, you know. Her father was a carpenter and they'd no money, and now she's a shining film star. O'Brien: Ethel, I've a message for you from Her Ladyship. You're to go up and see her now. Ethel: What? Where? O'Brien: In the drawing room, of course. They're all in the drawing room. Ethel: What've I done wrong? O'Brien: Nothing. Quite the reverse. She's very pleased with the way you've gn, and she wants to thank you. Ethel: Now? O'Brien: Yes, now. She's asked for you. How much longer are you gonna keep her waiting? [Ethel quickly puts away her magazine. The servants hold in their giggles in the corner. Ethel leaves in a hurry and the servants burst out laughing.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [The party sits down in the drawing room.] Lavinia: I don't know much about life in the country, but I do understand how the law works, so I believe I can be helpful to Matthew there. Lady Edith: But you'll be immensely helpful. Don't you think so, Mary? Lady Mary: Of course. [The door opens and Ethel rushes in. Everyone looks up and William pauses in the middle of serving Lady Grantham.] Ethel: Beg pardon, milady, for keeping you waiting. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What? Ethel: I'm ever so grateful for your appreciation, and I want you to know that it's a privilege to work here. [William's still frozen as everyone stares at Ethel. Mr Carson looks mortified.] Mr Carson: Ethel. What are you doing in here? Ethel: H-- Her Ladyship sent for me. Mr Carson: And who gave you this message? Ethel: Miss O'Brien. [Mr Carson raises his eyes to the ceiling.] Ethel: She said I wasn't to keep Her Ladyship waiting. [Cora sighs.] Mr Carson: You may go back downstairs now, thank you, Ethel. [The other ladies smile] Ethel: Right. Thank you, milady. [Ethel curtsies excitedly and exits. Cora smiles and shakes her head.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham (laughing): Well, do we think she's mad, ill, or working for the Russians? [Sybil laughs, then stops herself.] [INT. OUTER HALL - EVENING] [Mr Carson waits with Lavinia outside as Mary escorts Matthew out.] Matthew Crawley: She has plenty of time to learn. Cousin Robert will be in charge here for many years. Lavinia will be a lawyers wife far longer than she'll be a countess. That's if I get through the wr in one piece. Lady Mary: Of course you will. Don't even think like that. How long are you staying in the village? Matthew Crawley: Just tomorrow. I take the six o'clock train on Thursday. Lady Mary: And then you'll be in France. Matthew Crawley: Wherever I'm going, I'm so pleased that we're friends again. [Mary smiles. Matthew puts on his hat and exits.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [The servants sit down to dinner.] Ethel: I still don't understand why it was funny to make me look a fool. You weren't even there to enjoy it. O'Brien: Oh, don't worry, we enjoyed it all right from down here. Mr Carson: Miss O'Brien, Her Ladyship has asked me to take the incident no further. Don't tempt me to disobey. Did I see Lady Sybil in the kitchen yesterday? Mrs Patmore: She wants to learn some cooking. Daisy: She says that she's gonna train to be a nurse, so she needs to know how to cook and clean and everything. Mr Carson: Has she told Her Ladyship about this? Daisy: It's supposed to be a surprise. Mrs Hughes: Mr Carson, it speaks well of Lady Sybil that she wants to help the wounded. Let's not give her away. Ethel: Why shouldn't she learn how to cook and scrub. She may need it when the wr's over. Things are changing. For her lot and us. And when they do, I mean to make the most of it. [Mrs Patmore laughs.] Ethel: I take it they ate all the pancakes last night then? Mrs Patmore: They did. [Mrs Patmore enters the next room and whistles for the dog.] Mrs Patmore: Here y'are. [She gives the leftover Crepe Suzette to the dog.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Isobel Crawley: What are we aiming at? Dr Clarkson: They'd like us to take a hundred wounded men, three times the number the hospital was built for. Isobel Crawley: Well, that settles it. We'll have to convert the second day room. Dr Clarkson: So there's to be no convalescence at all? Isobel Crawley: I'm afraid not. Once they can stand, they must go. Dr Clarkson: (sigh) If only there were somewhere nearer than Farley Hall. I can't get there more than twice a week at the most. [Clarkson notices Molesley taking out the tea tray.] Dr Clarkson: Uh, should he be doing that? Isobel Crawley: Why not? Dr Clarkson: I only meant with his condition. Isobel Crawley: What condition is that? Dr Clarkson: His lungs. Old Lady Grantham told me he's had a lot of trouble with his lungs. Isobel Crawley: And why did she tell you that, particularly? Dr Clarkson: She wanted me to write to the wr office. She was anxious to spare him the humiliation of being refused on medical grounds. Isobel Crawley: And who else did she wish you to take under your protection? Dr Clarkson: William Mason, the footman at the big house. He has a-- a bad skin condition, apparently, and hates people to know. [Isobel gives Clarkson a stern, knowing look.] Dr Clarkson: She wanted to spare him the physical examination. Isobel Crawley: I'm sure she did. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] [Sybil stirs something on the stove. Mrs Patmore check over her shoulder.] Mrs Patmore: What in Wonderland do you call that? [Mrs Patmore sees Sybil's horrified expression.] Mrs Patmore: I mean, I do not fully understand what you're trying to do, milady. [Sybil shakes her head.] Lady Sybil: Oh, I knew it wasn't supposed to look like this. Mrs Patmore: No, milady, I would go so far as to say there is no food on the earth that is supposed to look like that. [Daisy comes over to check on Sybil.] Lady Sybil: Why does everything go so lumpy? Daisy: Tell you what, chuck it out and we'll start again. [Sybil nods and takes the pot off the stove.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [Anna and Bates sit alone at the table.] Anna: I don't think we should sell your mother's house. Not yet. Mr Bates: We could rent it out. Then we can save. When I have some time off, I'll go up to London and get it ready. Anna: Maybe I can come with you. We could do it together. [Bates smiles.] Mr Bates: I've got an idea that a bit later on, if we want to... Anna: If we want to start a family. [Bates beams.] Mr Bates: I thought, when the time is right, we might sell. And we could buy a small hotel just-- just a little one, maybe near here and we could work together and have the children with us. [Anna tries not to cry through her smiles.] Mr Bates: What is it? Anna: Nothing. It's just...in my whole life, I never thought I could be as happy as I am at this moment. [Ethel comes in an drops something on the table with a sour expression and sits down, either oblivious or unfeeling, destroying the moment.] [EXT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - MORNING] [Matthew steps past the gate and sees a young maid and milkman flirting. He takes a breath and then heads off to the train station.] [EXT. TRAIN STATION - MORNING] [Matthew looks for his train car, but does a double take when he sees Mary waiting. She turns around, sees him, and they walk to each other.] Lady Mary: Don't worry, I haven't come to undo your good work of the other night. Matthew Crawley: You must have been up before the servants. Lady Mary: They were rather surprised to see me. [Mary opens her purse.] Lady Mary: I wanted to give you this. [She hands him a little stuffed dog.] Lady Mary: It's my lucky charm. I've had it always. So, you must promise to bring it back without a scratch. Matthew Crawley: Won't you need it? Lady Mary: Not as much as you. So, look after it. Please. Matthew Crawley: I'll try not to be a hero, if that's what you're afraid of. [He puts it in his pocket.] Lady Mary: Just come back safe and sound. Did you have a happy time yesterday? Matthew Crawley: Showed Lavinia the places I like the most. Gave her a few memories. Mary, if I don't come back-- Lady Mary: But-- Matthew Crawley: No. If I don't, then do remember how very glad I am that we made up when we had the chance. I mean it. You send me off to wr a happy man. [Mary smiles. Matthew steps toward the train, then pauses.] Matthew Crawley: Will you do something for me? Will you...will you look after mother...if anything happens? Lady Mary: Of course we will. But it won't. Matthew Crawley: And Lavinia. She's young, she will find someone else. I hope she does, anyway, but...until she does. [The conductor blows a whistle.] Lady Mary: Goodbye then. [She kisses Matthew on the cheek.] Lady Mary: And such good luck. Matthew Crawley: Goodbye, Mary. And God bless you. [Matthew gets in the train and Mary watches it take him out of sight. Separated, both of them are very emotional.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Vera Bates: Lady Mary was very much part of the story, I can assure you. Ethel: How do you know? Vera Bates: Well, you see, I worked for Lady Flin-- [Anna walks into the servant's hall.] Anna: Ethel! I hope you've offered our visitor some tea. Ethel: I'll go and ask Daisy. [Anna smiles politely at Vera for a moment then follows Ethel out.] Anna: What is the first law of service? We do not discuss the business of this house with strangers. Ethel: But she's not a stranger, she's Mr Bates's wife. Has anyone told him she's here? [Ethel leaves and Anna tries to process her shock. Anna walks back into the servants' hall.] Vera Bates: So you're Anna. Anna: I am. [Vera nods, looking her over.] Vera Bates: You're the one who went to call on my late lamented mother-in-law. Anna: Yes, I did. [Mr Bates enters slowly. Ethel enters to watch.] Vera Bates: I know you did. Mr Bates: Sorry to keep you waiting, Vera. I was up in the attics sorting out some cupboards. Vera Bates: Don't worry. I've been having a nice time here with Ethel and Miss Smith. [Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: Mr Bates. Ethel told me about your visitor, so I've had the tea put in my sitting room. I thought you might take Mrs Bates in there. Mr Bates: That's very thoughtful. Vera Bates: It is. But then, you're all so kind. I'm beginning to understand why my Batesy's got so spoiled. [Mr Bates and Anna glare at Vera.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [Cora's embroidering when Mr Carson enters.] Mr Carson: I'm sorry to trouble you, my lady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What is it, Carson? Mr Carson: Something has been going on, and I don't feel quite easy that you've not been made aware of it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Goodness. What is this dark secret? Mr Carson: Lady Sybil has spent the last two days in the kitchens. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What? Mr Carson: She asked Mrs Patmore for some cooking lessons. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Patmore: Now, steady. Even the most experienced cook can burn themself if they're not careful. Lady Sybil: But do you think it's ready? Mrs Patmore: I know it's ready. Daisy: Go on, you don't want to spoil it. [Mr Carson and Cora watch through the window in the corridor.] Mr Carson: It seems she's made a cake for Your Ladyship as a surprise, but I am uneasy with surprises at the best of times and I wonder if the whole exercise is entirely appropriate. [Branson enters the kitchen just as Sybil is pulling the cake out of the oven with a huge smile on her face. He grins.] Lady Sybil: Ta-da. Mrs Patmore: Oooh. [Carson watches with disapproval. Cora watches with wonder. A smile lights up her face. Daisy and Mrs Patmore help Sybil finish the cake.] Mr Carson: I'm not comfortable with this, my lady. Not comfortable at all. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I was worried about Lady Sybil. But I'm not worried anymore. Mr Carson: So you don't mind, my lady? [Cora is close to tears in her joy. She shakes her head.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: No. I do not mind. And I'm very grateful to you. And Carson, the cake will be a surprise whether you approve or not, so please don't give me away. [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - DAY] [Vera Bates pours some tea while Bates stands resolutely.] Vera Bates: Sit down. Mr Bates: I don't want to sit down. Vera Bates: Suit yourself. Mr Bates: Look, I'm not saying it's all your fault for how things were between us, but I couldn't go back to that. I'll take the blame. I'll go to some hotel in Moulton with a tart. So why hold on? Vera Bates: Because I tried it on my own and I don't like it. You've got money now. We'd be comfortable. [Bates chuckles humourlessly.] Mr Bates: You're out of your mind. What makes you think that I would allow that to happen? Vera Bates: You went to prison for me once. [Vera takes a sip of the tea.] Vera Bates: I must say, this is very good. Does Lord Grantham have his own blend? Mr Bates: Is that all? Vera Bates: Not quite. You see, if you don't come back to me, I'm going to the newspapers with a cracking story, and I'd like to bet the Granthams won't survive it. Mr Bates: Oh? And what nonsense is this? Vera Bates: The nonsense I heard when I used your name to get a job with Lady Flintshire. His Lordship's cousin. Mr Bates: I know who Lady Flintshire is. Vera Bates: When I arrived, her maid asked me if it was true, about Lady Mary Crawley and the Turkish diplomat. They thought I'd know, you see, being your wife. Mr Bates: I hope you told them you knew nothing about it. [Vera laughs.] Vera Bates: As if. I said, why don't you tell me what you think you know, and I'll tell you if it's true. Goodness me, was my patience rewarded. The public's bored with the wr, you see. They like gossip. And a diplomat dying in the bed of an earl's unmarried daughter, well! That takes the ticket for the tale of the year. Mr Bates: It's a pack of lies! Vera Bates: I assume that's loyalty and not ignorance. Because, you see, I heard that Lady Mary needed her maid to help her carry him. And, yes, you've guessed it, your precious Anna's gonna figure in the story, too. Not to worry too much. It's not a criminal offense, is it? Just a social one. [Bates grabs Vera's wrists, shaking with rage.] Mr Bates: You bitch. Vera Bates: Please. Be my guest. But then you must excuse me while I run into town and have it photographed. [Mr Bates lets her go, then sinks in the chair across the tea table.] Mr Bates: What do you want from me? Vera Bates: Firstly, you'll hand in your notice. Tonight. I'll put up at the pub in the village. Mr Bates: What reason do I give? Vera Bates: You don't need a reason. Just tell them that you're going. And then tomorrow we head back to London. Stay in your mother's house for the time being till we get ourselves sorted. And in case you're wondering, whatever my future plans may be, they will involve you. [Mrs Hughes shuts the grate in the corridor outside her sitting room where she's been eavesdropping, then shifts a box to conceal it and leaves.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Bates, when you first came here, I fought to keep you! Everyone was against me! Everyone! From Her Ladyship to Carson! They thought I was mad! But I said to them, "After all that we've been through together, Bates and I, I owe him my loyalty!" Mr Bates: I appreciate that, my lord, but-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: But what?! But loyalty doesn't matter to you?! Mr Bates: It does matter, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not enough to make you change your mind! Not even enough to make you stay until I've found a replacement! Mr Bates: I can't. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You won't take any more money off me! You leave empty handed! Mr Bates: I don't want money, my lord. [Robert pauses a moment, considering.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry, Bates, that was a low sht. Of course, you can have whatever is owing to you. I thought we were friends, that's all. I thought we'd crossed a great divide successfully. Well, well. I've had my say. It's your life. But you've disappointed me, Bates. [Bates stands stiffly, close to tears from Robert's stinging words.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I cannot remember being more disappointed in any man. [EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT] [Anna follows Bates out into the courtyard and puts a hand on his arm to stop him.] Anna: I don't believe it! You say my life is over and your wife will collect you first thing, and that's it? Have you mentioned this to anyone else? Mr Bates: Only Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes. The others can find out when I've gone. Anna: I know you've not told me the real reason. Mr Bates: You're wrong. Vera has reminded me that I'm a married man, that I must give my vows another chance. I had no right to involve you in my life. Anna: Yes, you see, but that's just what I don't agree with. You had every right. I know you. You're doing something gallant here, making a sacrifice for my honour, but I don't want you to. I don't care! Don't you understand? I don't care what people say. I'd live in sin with you. If she's thrat to ruin me, then let her. It's nothing to me. The only ruin that I recognize is to be without you. Mr Bates: Forget me and be happy, please. Anna: I couldn't. Not ever. Mr Bates: You should. And you must. I am nothing. [Anna sobs as Bates leaves.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - NIGHT] [William sits in the dark servants' hall. Daisy enters.] Daisy: William? [Daisy turns on the light.] Daisy: I thought everyone had gone up. I'm just looking for that magazine I Ethel were reading. I hope you noticed I'm not scared of electricity anymore. [She sits down at the table next to William.] Daisy: Well, not much. I couldn't touch a switch when it were only upstairs, but I've got used to it now. [William continues to stare at the table.] Daisy: I hate to see you like this. [He looks at her.] William: Even though I'm a dirty coward? Daisy: You're not. Not to me. William: Well, why don't I enlist? I could. I know I promised my dad, but he's not my owner. He's not the law. Am I frightened? Is that it. Honestly. Daisy: Don't be so hard on yourself. No one wants to go to wr. Agh, I wish you'd cheer up. Please. I'd do anything to cheer you up. William: Like what? [Daisy checks the corridor, then smiles mischievously.] Daisy: Like this. [She kisses him. He sits up straight, surprised, then checks the corridor to see if anyone saw. He looks back at Daisy, and then sinks back into his dull mood.] William: You just feel sorry for me. Daisy: William, I've kissed you. You've wanted me to long enough. Well, now I have. Enjoy it. William: Does this mean you'll be my girl? Daisy, 'cause if you were my girl, I know I could tackle anything. [Daisy stares at William.] [EXT. BATTLEFRONT TRENCHES - MORNING] [bmb explode nearby. Matthew and his manservant are in the bunker.] Matthew Crawley: We were supposed to be at rest for ten days at least. Medical Officer: Orders arrived this morning, sir. King's Own were ht bad, so they're out and we're in. [Matthew puts Mary's good luck charm on the table.] Medical Officer: They've been shelling the trench since we got here. Matthew Crawley: Anybody hurt? Medical Officer: Rankin's dad and Kent. And Corporal Wright was ht. Thank God the stretcher bearers were there. Matthew Crawley: Let me see what the damage is now. Medical Officer: Sir. [The soldier straightens in salute and exits. Matthew is about to follow, but goes back for Mary's lucky charm. Out in the trenches, Matthew ducks and covers as a bmb explodes, then continues.] Matthew Crawley: All right? Soldier: Morning, sir. [Matthew continues, then ducks and covers again. When he looks up, he sees Thomas Barrow, the former First Footman.] Matthew Crawley: Thomas? It is Thomas, isn't it? Thomas: Corporal Barrow now, Mr Crawley. Matthew Crawley: You'll never guess where I've just been. [EXT. DOWNTON - MORNING] [Bates takes one last look at Downton Abbey before the open carriage takes off with him and his wife. Anna cries as she watches from the house.] [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - MORNING] [The ladies help Sybil pack.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Where's Anna? Mrs Hughes: She's not feeling very well today, Your Ladyship. I've taken over for the time being. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, that's so kind of you. Just make sure Lady Sybil packs things she can get in and out of without a maid. [Edith starts to pack an evening gown.] Lady Sybil: Oh, I don't need that. I'd never wear it. Lady Edith: But you must have something decent. Suppose you're invited to dinner. Lady Sybil: I know this is hard for you to grasp, but I'm not there to go out to dinner. I'm there to learn. Lady Mary: Take one, just in case. [Mary hands Sybil a gown.] Lady Edith: We'll miss you. Lady Sybil: Don't be silly. It's only two months. And I'll come home if I can. Lady Edith: Why don't I drive you? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: She's taking enough chance with her life as it is. Lady Edith: Oh, Granny. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What is this driving mania? Lady Edith: It'll be useful. They won't let a healthy man drive us around for much longer. And if Sybil can be a nurse, why can't I be a chauffeur? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, I shall leave you. I have been summoned by Cousin Isobel for tea. Goodbye Sybil. [Violet holds out her arms for a hug, and Sybil embraces her with a smile.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And good luck with it all. Lady Sybil: Thank you for being such a sport. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: It's a big step you're taking, dear. But wr deals out strange tasks. Remember your Great Aunt Roberta. [Violet goes to leave.] Lady Mary: What about her? [Violet pauses at the door.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: She loaded the gn at Lucknow. [Mary and Sybil raise their eyebrows at each other.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'll come with you. I'll tell William to fetch the bags. [Cora pauses at the door on her way out.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: First of you to leave the nest. [Cora exits.] Lady Edith: Poor Mama. She always feels these things so dreadfully. Lady Mary: That's her American blood. Lady Sybil: I'm so glad we've settled everything with Cousin Matthew. Aren't you, Mary? Lady Mary: Oh, please stop treading on eggshells. I've other fish to fry. [Edith scoffs.] [EXT. DOWNTON - DAY] [Sybil waves to her mother and sisters from the car. She begins to cry as they drive away.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I make no apology. It would be a terrible thing if poor old Mr Molesley's son were klled, wouldn't it Molesley? Isobel Crawley: I'm sure it would, but-- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And then I heard William's father would be left on his own if anything happened to the boy. And what would become of Carson if the last of his staff were to go? Isobel Crawley: That's not the point. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Do you want Molesley to die? [Molesley looks a bit shocked, and Dr Clarkson closes his eyes pinches the bridge of his nose as he listens to them bicker.] Isobel Crawley: Of course I don't. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well... Isobel Crawley: I don't want my own son to die either, but this is a wr, and we must be in it together. High and low, rich and poor. There can be no special cases, because every man at the front is a special case to someone. Dr Clarkson: Mrs Crawley is right. I understand your motives, Lady Grantham, and I do not criticise them. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Thank you. Dr Clarkson: But I shall write to the ministry at once, correcting the misinformation. Good day. I'll see myself out. [Dr Clarkson rises to leave.] Isobel Crawley: Molesley, you understand why I said what I did? Mr Molesley: Indeed, I do, ma'am. Isobel Crawley: You won't be called up at once. Not while there are younger men to be taken. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But they'll get you in the end, Molesley. And you can blame Mrs Crawley when they do. [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] [Mrs Hughes finds Mr Carson writing at his desk.] Mrs Hughes: I wish you'd stop working for one minute. At least put the light on or you'll strain your eyes. [Mr Carson sighs and turns on the table lamp.] Mr Carson: It's getting dark so early now. Has she gone? Mrs Hughes: She has. (sigh) So, we've lost Mr Bates and Lady Sybil in one day. Mr Carson: I can't believe it. I suppose I'll have to look after His Lordship now on top of everything else. Mrs Hughes: And I don't want any jokes about broomsticks and sweeping the floor. [Mr Carson chuckles.] Mr Carson: His Lordship's got his regimental dinner in Richmond tonight. That means he'll be in the full fig. Mrs Hughes: You'll manage. Mr Carson: You know, when Mr Bates first came to this house, I thought he could never do the work, but now I can't imagine the place without him. Did you see this coming, because I didn't. Mrs Hughes: I have a confession. I let them have their tea in my sitting room. Mr Carson: That was nice of you. Mrs Hughes: It was...quite nice, but I had my reasons. There's a grating on the wall, which means you can hear what's being said in the room. Mr Carson: Now, if I was a gentleman, I wouldn't want to know. Mrs Hughes: But you're not. Mr Carson: Fortunately. [Mr Carson gets up and closes the door.] [EXT. YORK, HOSPITAL - DAY] [Branson carries Sybil's bags as they walk into the hospital courtyard where the wounded men are exercising. Several are missing limbs. Branson puts her bags down in a stone corridor.] Lady Sybil: It'll be hard to let you go, my last link with home. [Branson takes off his hat.] Branson: Not as hard as it is for me. Lady Sybil: Branson... Branson: I know I shouldn't say it, but I can't keep it in any longer. Lady Sybil: I wish you would. Branson: I've told myself and told myself you're too far above me, but things are changing. When the wr is over, the world won't be the same place as it was when it started. And I'll make something of myself, I promise. Lady Sybil: I know you will. Branson: Then bet on me. And if your family casts you off, it won't be forever. They'll come around. And until they do, I promise to devote every waking minute to your happiness. Lady Sybil: I'm terribly flattered. Branson: Don't say that. Lady Sybil: Why not? Branson: Because flattered is a word posh people use when they're getting ready to say "no." [Sybil smiles, trying to lighten the mood.] Lady Sybil: That sounds more like you. Branson: Please don't make fun of me. It's cost me all I've got to say these things. [Lady Sybil stares at the ground uncomfortably. Branson watches her, then nods.] Branson: Right. [He puts his hat back on.] Branson: I'll go. I'll hand in my notice, and I won't be there when you get back. [Sybil's head snaps up.] Lady Sybil: No, don't do that. Branson: I must. They won't let me stay when they've heard what I said. Lady Sybil: They won't hear. Not from me. [EXT. BATTLEFRONT TRENCHES- DAY] [Thomas and anther stretcher bearer carry a man through the trenches.] Thomas: Bloody hell! There must be more to life than this! [A bmb hits nearby and they drop the stretcher as they're knocked off their feet.] Stretcher Bearer: You all right, Corporal? [Thomas pants heavily.] Thomas: I think so. Yeah, more or less. [The stretcher bearer takes out a cigarette case. Thomas checks the soldier they dropped. He's dad.] Thomas: My god. Stretcher Bearer: They won't believe it back home where I come from. I thought, "Medical Corps. Not much danger there." How wrong can one man be? Here. [The stretcher bearer offers his cigarette to Thomas.] Stretcher Bearer: I think it comes down to luck. If a bllet's got your name on it, there's nothing you can do. If not, you thank God you were lucky-- [A bllet runs through the stretcher bearer's helmet. He drops right in front of Thomas, who panics.] Officer: Get these bodies away! Come on Corporal Barrow! [INT. RICHMOND - EVENING] [Fine silver and candelabra adorn the dining room table.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I cannot tell you how pleased I am to be here tonight, sir. General: Well, we are very pleased to have you here, Grantham. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You see, just to know I'm with you all. To sense that I belong here. It's as simple as this: I no longer feel like a fraud. [INT. HOSPTAL, CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Mr Molesley broods in the hospital corridor, waiting for Dr Clarkson.] Dr Clarkson: Mr Molesley, what are you doing here? Mr Molesley: I was waiting to see you, Doctor. Dr Clarkson: How can I help? Mr Molesley: It's just, I was wondering whether you'd written that letter, the one you spoke of this afternoon. Dr Clarkson: To the wr office? [Molesley nods.] Dr Clarkson: Not yet. I'm sorry you were involved in all that. I should've checked with you first before I interfered. Mr Molesley: Well, that's just it, you see, I think if you had checked with me, y--you'd have found exactly what Lady Grantham described. Dr Clarkson: I don't quite-- Mr Molesley: I have trouble with my lungs. I get sort of...breathless sometimes. I-- I've noticed it's getting worse. [Dr Clarkson lifts his chin, understanding Molesley's motivations.] Mr Molesley: They haven't written to William yet. The Ministry, I mean. But they have discharged me. Won't it just make extra work for them to have to fail me all over again? Dr Clarkson: Very well. I shall correct my statement as regards William. But make no mention of you. Mr Molesley: Thank you, Doctor. [Dr Clarkson nods.] Dr Clarkson: It's all right. [Molesley begins to leave.] Dr Clarkson: But Molesley. I hope you will help the wr effort...in other ways. [Molesley nods and exits.] [INT. RICHMOND - EVENING] [The officers sit down to drinks.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: When might the regiment be wanted, sir? The talk at dinner suggested it would be soon. General: Oh, pretty soon I'd say. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, I'm as ready now as I'll ever be. [Robert waits, expectantly.] General: For what? Robert, Earl of Grantham: To go to France...with the regiment. General: Why would you do that? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Because I'm their Colonel, of course. Well, there must be some use for me over there. General: My dear fellow, we're not as heartless as that. The position's only an honorary one. Nobody expects you to go to wr. Robert, Earl of Grantham: An honorary one? General: We thought it'd cheer things up a bit to have the Lord Lieutenant at our table. And so it does. We're very glad to welcome you here. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I see. [The general is oblivious to Robert's disappointment.] General: We old codgers have our work cut out for us, keeping spirits high at home. Someone must. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, indeed, sir. [Something catches the general's eye.] General: Was that Taxi Cavendish? I must catch him before I go. [Robert nods as the general leaves. Then contemplates his honorary title.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [O'Brien prepares Cora's hair for bed.] O'Brien: So, Lady Sybil got off all right in the end. I'm afraid we have to admit, she knows what she wants. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Yes. She certainly does. O'Brien: I don't suppose the wr will leave any of us alone by the time it's done. I had a letter from Thomas the other day. He writes that when he thinks about how things used to be, it seems like a dream. Not much more than two years ago, but he says it might as well be a century. Cora, Countess of Grantham: So you hear from Thomas? Is he well? Please give him my regards. O'Brien: He's well enough, my lady. I don't think he'd mind coming home. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, how I wish he could, O'Brien. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Of course, if Bates hadn't been so bloody selfish, he would've let us plan for his departure properly. Mr Carson: Your Lordship, I have information that I have no proper claim to. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, what is it? Mr Carson: Well, if Your Lordship can assure me that you'll keep it to yourself. Robert, Earl of Grantham: (sigh) I promise, Carson. You can drop the last veil. Mr Carson: Well, I feel it is only right to tell you that Mr Bates's leaving was not selfish. Quite the reverse. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Felt selfish to me. As for the wretched Anna, bedizened with dishonest promises. [Mr Carson clears his throat.] Mr Carson: Mr Bates left because, had he not done so, his wife was planning to engulf this house in scandal. Robert, Earl of Grantham: (chuckles) In scandal? [Robert sees Carson's serious expression.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What scandal? Mr Carson: The point is, my lord, Mrs Bates would've made Downton notorious. The price of her silence was her husband's return. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But I must know what story she was planning to tell. Mr Carson: I'm sorry, my lord. I could not speak of it without injuring you and betraying myself. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But you are saying that Bates fell on his sword to protect the reputation of my family. [Mr Carson nods.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT] [Ethel is dusting an electric plug in the near dark. Carson is about to close the doors when he hears the rustling of her duster. He enters and checks on her.] Mr Carson: Ethel, what are you doing? Ethel: Seeing to the plugs for the night. Mr Carson: What? Ethel: Polishing the electric plugs and checking them for vapours. Mr Carson: And why are you doing this? Ethel: Because you were too busy. She said you usually did it, but could I manage it tonight. Mr Carson: And "she", I take it, would be Miss O'Brien. [Mr Carson gives Ethel a look, revealing her naivety.] Mr Carson: Go to bed, Ethel. And next time she gives you an order, ask me first. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Robert absentmindedly removes his robe, lost in thought.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is anything the matter? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Nothing. Except that today has shown me I am not only a worthless man, but also a bad tempered and ungrateful one. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, we all know that. [Robert lets out a puff of amusement.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Can I help? [Lord Grantham moves to the bed.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I wonder how Sybil's feeling. Robert, Earl of Grantham: The wr's reaching its long fingers into Downton and scattering our chicks. But I'm glad we made peace with Matthew. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I agree. Let us thank Sir Richard Carlisle for distracting Mary at just the right moment. By the way, she wants him to come and stay so we can all meet him. Robert, Earl of Grantham: She wants us to invite a hawker of newspaper scandal to stay as a guest in this house? It's lucky I have a sense of irony. [INT. HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Anna enters to find Ethel sitting on the bed crying.] Anna: Not you, too. [Anna puts her lamp on the mantel and pulls up a chair beside Ethel.] Anna: What's the matter? Ethel: Why ask? You don't care. [Anna rolls her eyes in frustration.] Anna: Ethel...perhaps if you stop going on about all the marvellous things you're going to do when you leave service. [Ethel looks up in disbelief.] Ethel: But you've got to have dreams. Don't you have any dreams? Anna: Of course I do. Big dreams. [Anna is close to tears.] Anna: It's just, I know now they won't be coming true. [Ethel takes Anna's hand to comfort her.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mary kneels by her bed, looking at a photo of Matthew. She folds her hands, but hears the door knob turn and quickly shoves the photo under the blanket and stands up. Edith enters.] Lady Mary: What do you want? Lady Edith: I think I left my book in here. [Mary finds the book and hands it to Edith. Edith smiles in amusement.] Lady Mary: Is that all? Lady Edith: You were praying. Lady Mary: Don't be ridiculous. Lady Edith: You were praying. What were you praying for? Lady Mary: Please go, I'm tired. [Edith leaves. Mary kneels beside the bed again and pulls out Matthew's photo. She folds her hands.] Lady Mary: Dear Lord, I don't pretend to have much credit with you. I'm not even sure that you're there. But if you are, and if I've ever done anything good, I beg you to keep him safe. [EXT. BATTLEFRONT TRENCHES - NIGHT] [Matthew walks through the quiet trenches. A soldier plays a concertina. Matthew finds Thomas sitting in a shelter, having some tea.] Matthew Crawley: You look very comfortable there, Corporal. [Thomas gets up quickly and salutes Matthew. Matthew salutes back.] Thomas: Would you like some, sir? We've got condensed milk and sugar. Matthew Crawley: I won't ask how you managed that. [They sit in the shelter and Thomas pours Matthew a drink while he removes his helmet. Thomas hands him the drink.] Thomas: Go on, sir. [Thomas removes his helmet. Matthew takes a sip.] Matthew Crawley: That's nectar. You sure you can spare it? Thomas: Gladly. If we can talk about the old days and forget about all this for a minute or two. Matthew Crawley: Do you ever hear from anyone? Thomas: Oh, yes. Miss O'Brien keeps me informed. Lady Edith's driving. [Matthew smiles with a chuckle.] Thomas: Lady Sybil's training as a nurse. Miss O'Brien tells me the hospital's busier than ever with the wounded coming in. That true? Matthew Crawley: Certainly is. They had a concert when I was there to raise extra funds. [Thomas thinks for a moment, beginning to plot.] Thomas: I'm curious, sir. Do you think I could ever get a transfer back to the hospital, seeing as it's wr work? Matthew Crawley: Well, you'd have to be sent home from the front first. And then you might have to pull a few strings. [Matthew finishes his tea.] Matthew Crawley: Thank you for that. Thank you very much. Thomas: What would my mother say? Me entertaining the future Earl of Grantham for tea. [Matthew smiles his amusement.] Matthew Crawley: wr has a way of distinguishing between the things that matter and the things that don't. [They put their helmets back on and exit the shelter. They salute each other and Matthew leaves. Thomas pauses for a moment and then makes his way through the trenches. He finds a lonely spot and begins to panic as he puts out a cigarette and lighter. His panic rises as he holds up the lighter above the top of the trench. A sht rings out and he pulls his hand in, cradling the bloody wound.] Thomas: Thank you. Thank you for my deliverance. END CREDITS	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "02x01 - Episode One"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING TITLES] April, 1917 [EXT. DOWNTON - MORNING] [A man rides a bicycle toward the abbey. A new valet, Henry Lang, prepares Robert's clothes. William works downstairs.] Servant: A letter for you, William. [INT. LIBRARY - MORNING] [Mrs Hughes brings some flowers into the library and sees Mr Carson feeding the fireplace.] Mrs Hughes: Why on earth are you doing that? Mr Carson: Someone's got to. Mrs Hughes: Yes, indeed, they do. And that someone is William or one of the maids. You're making work for yourself, Mr Carson, and I've no sympathy with that. Mr Carson: I'm not asking for sympathy. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - MORNING] Mr Lang: I don't think y-you should be in-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: What? Oh, for heaven's sake, man! If something's wrong, put it right! [Lang fixes Robert's uniform.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry Lang, I don't mean to snap. Mr Lang: Nothing to worry about, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: (sigh) You've been in the trenches, I have not. I've no right to criticise. Mr Lang: I'm not a soldier now. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You've been invalided out. That is perfectly honourable. Mr Lang: Is it? I know people look at me and wonder why I'm not in uniform. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Then you refer them to me and I'll give them a piece of my mind. Hmm? [They nod to each other.] [INT. KITCHENS - MORNING] [Mrs Patmore reads a letter at a table, distressed. Daisy enters.] Daisy: Penny for your thoughts. Mrs Patmore: They're worth a great deal more than that, thank you very much. [William enters with his letter.] Daisy: What is it? William: My papers. They've come. I've been called up. Mrs Patmore: Oh. You never have. Daisy: What does it mean? William: I'm to report for my medical next Wednesday, and once I'm through that, I go to Richmond for training. Daisy: And then you...go to wr? William: Will any luck. I'll be beggared if it's over before I get there. Mrs Patmore: Well, if they'd listen to me, it'd be over by tea time. William: Daisy, I wonder, would you give me a picture to take with me? Daisy: I haven't got one. William: Well, then have one taken on your afternoon off, please. Mrs Patmore: That's enough. Let her get on with her work. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - MORNING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: How's Thomas coming along? I wish he could be treated at our hospital here. O'Brien: Well, it's only for officers. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course. O'Brien: Although, ideally, he'd love to be transferred there to work. Cora, Countess of Grantham: He won't be sent back to the front? O'Brien: Not with his hand the way it is. Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's such a pity he isn't under Dr Clarkson. We might have been able to influence him a bit. O'Brien: I should hope so. Why, without this family and all the money you've spent, his precious hospital wouldn't exist at all. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Perhaps I'll ask his advice, you never know. O'Brien: I was sure you'd have a good idea of what to do for the best. [INT. BATTLEFRONT TRENCHES - MORNING] Matthew Crawley: Fancy a tour in England, Davis? Davis: I assume you're [?] me on, sir. Matthew Crawley: Not at all. General Sir Herbert Strutt has asked for my transfer to be his ADC. He's touring England to boost recruitment and he's remembered that I know Manchester and Yorkshire pretty well. It'll mean a couple of months at home and a promotion to captain. I can't object to that. [INT. LIBRARY - MORNING] William: I've only got a few days before the medical, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Go and tell your father. [William nods.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: You don't mind, do you, Carson? Mr Carson: We must manage with no footman at all from next Wednesday. It'll be no different if we start now. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And you've always got Lang. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We wish you every good fortune. Don't we, darling? Robert, Earl of Grantham: We certainly do. [Robert reaches to shake William's hand.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Good luck, William. William: Thank you, milord. [Mr Carson and William exit.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: So, both my footmen have gone to the wr while I cut ribbons and make speeches. Cora, Countess of Grantham: And keep people's spirits up, which is very important. Robert, Earl of Grantham: By God, I envy them, though. I envy their self-respect, and I envy their ability to sleep at night. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] O'Brien: Mr Carson doesn't like the smell of cleaning materials in the servants' hall, not just before luncheon. Ethel: Go on, Miss O'Brien, we don't want to be unfriendly, do we? O'Brien: You obviously don't. [O'Brien sees Lang's fingers shaking as he struggles to put the cap on the cleaner bottle.] O'Brien: Nevermind. Finish it now you're started, but don't blame me if Mr Carson takes a bite out of you. [Lang puts the bottle back on the table. Mr Molesley clears his throat as he enters.] Mr Molesley: Hello, Mr Lang. Everything all right? Mr Lang: Why do you say that? Mr Molesley: No reason. I only meant I hope you're enjoying yourself. I know I would be in your shoes. O'Brien: You never tried for the job, did you? Mr Molesley: I never got the chance. I no sooner heard that Mr Bates was gone when he arrived. [Molesley laughs, but no on joins in.] O'Brien: What brings you here, Mr Molesley? Mr Molesley: I was wondering if Anna was anywhere around. Ethel: I could find her if you like. Mr Molesley: Oh, no. Just give her this. [He holds out a book and puts it on the table.] Mr Molesley: We were talking about it the other day. I came across a copy in Ripon. [Molesley leaves and Ethel picks up the book to read the title.] Ethel: Elizabeth and Her German Garden. Whatever's that about? O'Brien: It's about an invitation to talk some more, that's what. [EXT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Goodbye, Dr Clarkson. [Cora starts walking away.] Dr Clarkson: Lady Grantham. [She stops and Clarkson walks out to her.] Dr Clarkson: I'd love to help, but it's not within my power to hook men from hither and thither as I please. Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's not at all what I was asking. Dr Clarkson: Forgive me, but I thought you were saying that you wanted Corporal Barrow to come and work here when he's fully recovered. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I think it a credit to him that he wants to continue to serve in this way. After he's been wounded. Dr Clarkson: Well, that it may be, but it's not for me to decide what happens next. [Cora nods disappointedly and leaves.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Mr Carson struggles to open a bottle of wine. He has to stop to take a breath.] Anna: Mr Carson, are you quite well? Mr Carson: Oh, leave me alone. [He struggles some more and pulls the cork out of the bottle.] [INT. DINING ROOM - DAY] [Mr Carson serves the family luncheon.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: But after twenty-four hours, it just doesn't do it. [Carson bumps into Violet's chair.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Are you all right, Carson? Mr Carson: Of course. That is, er, perfectly all right, Your Ladyship, thank you. [Mr Carson goes to pour Robert a glass, but he holds up his hand.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Er, no. Lady Edith: Cousin Isobel says Matthew's coming home in a fortnight. He's touring England with some general. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We'll have a dinner when he's here. [Mr Carson stops to look at Robert. He's not pleased.] Lady Mary: I was going to ask Richard Carlisle about then. For Saturday to Monday. [Carson takes a breath at the thought of another dinner.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You be careful, Mary. Sir Richard Mustn't think you're after him. Lady Sybil: Isn't that the truth? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: The truth is neither here nor there. It's the look of the thing that matters. Ask Rosamund. It'll take the edge off it. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, that'd be nice. Like before the wr. Cora, Countess of Grantham: How can we manage a great pre-wr house party without a single footman? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: My dear, Rosamund is not a house party. She's blood. Lady Edith: I saw Mrs Drake when I went into the village. The wife of John Drake, who has Long Field Farm. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes. What did she have to say? Lady Edith: Apparently their final able-bodied farmhand has been called up. They need a man to drive the tractor. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, hasn't Drake recovered from his illness? I thought he was better. Lady Edith: No, he is. He's much, much better. But he doesn't drive. So I told her I could do it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What? Lady Edith: I said I could drive the tractor. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Edith! You are a lady, not Toad of Toad Hall. Lady Edith: Well, I'm doing it. [Mary and Robert smile at her determination.] [EXT. LONG FIELD FARM - DAY] [Edith cycles to the farm.] Lady Edith: Don't look so bewildered. It's simple. I will drive the tractor. Mrs Drake: Well, can you do that? Lady Edith: Absolutely. Can you hitch up the plough or whatever it is I'm dragging? John Drake: Of course. Lady Edith: When would you like me to start? Mrs Drake: (laughs in shock) Well, I better get you something to wear, then. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Anna: Oh, I like a bit of life in a house, but I-- I just hope Mr Carson doesn't spontaneously combust. Mrs Patmore: Erm, I had a letter yesterday. Anna: Yes? Mrs Patmore: It's my sister's boy. He's--he's with the Lancashire Fusiliers, only he's gone missing. [Mrs Patmore puts on her glasses and pulls out the note.] Mrs Patmore: Erm, "missing presumed dad" they call it. Anna: Oh, no. How did it happen? Mrs Patmore: Well, that's just it. They can't find out how it happened, why it happened, whether we can be sure it did happen or he isn't lying prisoner somewhere. Anna: Why not ask His Lordship? He'll have friends in the wr office. They can dig something up Mrs Patmore: Oh, well n-- I don't like to bother him. Anna: Why not? He's got broad shoulders. Mrs Patmore: Oh. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Ethel watches Lang mend a jacket.] Ethel: Oh, it's ever so fine, Mr Lang. However can you make those big hands do such delicate work? I expect there's no end to the things they could manage. O'Brien: Giving you a slap for a start. [Ethel pulls back and pouts.] O'Brien: That is good. Very good. I like to see a proper skill. These days, blokes think they can be a valet if they can smile and tie a shoelace, but there's an art to it, and I can tell you've got it. Mr Lang: My mother taught me. She was a lady's maid like you. O'Brien: Well, she knew what she was about. Mr Carson: Oh, Mr Lang. [Lang stands hurriedly.] Mr Carson: As you know, Sir Richard Carlisle arrives later and the Crawleys are coming for dinner tonight. I really can't have maids in the dining room for such a party, so I'd be grateful if you'd help me and play the footman. Mr Lang: Me? Wait a table? Mr Carson: Oh, it's not ideal, but I'm afraid I've no choice. The footman's liveries are in a cupboard just past Mrs Hughes's sitting room. You should find one to fit you. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm not sure what I can do, but I'm happy to try. What's his name? Mrs Patmore: Archie. That is, Archibald Philpots. He was in the Lancashire Fusiliers. They think he was in northern France. [Robert writes it down.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You realise the most likely outcome is that he has, indeed, been klled? Mrs Patmore: I understand, milord. But we'd rather know the worst than wonder. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mm. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL] [Anna walks down the corridor and Molesley enters.] Mr Molesley: Ah. Anna: Oh. Hello, Mr Molesley. What are you doing here? Mr Molesley: I asked inside and they said you were over in the laundry. Anna: Lady Mary wants to wear this tonight. I wasn't sure it was done. Mr Molesley: I was really wondering if you'd had a chance to read that book. Anna: You only gave it to me yesterday. Mr Molesley: Of course, of course. But, when you have read it, I hope we can exchange our views. Anna: That'd be nice. But perhaps we might bring some of the others in. We could have a sort of reading club. Mr Molesley: We could do that. Er...or we talk about it together, just we two. [Miss O'Brien walks by.] Anna: Heavens, it's later than I thought. I must get on. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] [O'Brien fixes Cora's hair. Robert enters.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm off to change, but I wanted you to know I sent a note down to Clarkson, which should do the trick. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What did you say? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Only that I gathered you'd asked a favour and, given that the estate shoulders the hospital costs, it did seem a little unfair if we weren't allowed a few perks. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Quite right. Thank you, darling. [Robert smiles at her and exits.] O'Brien: Well done, my lady. [EXT. LONG FIELD FARM - DAY] [John Drake hitches the tractor to a tree stump while Edith sits in the driver's seat] Lady Edith: Ready? John Drake: Ready! [Edith has trouble with the clutch.] Lady Edith: Come on, damn you. [Edith changes gears and moves the tractor forward. It pulls the tree out by the roots. Drake cheers. Later, they drink in the barn.] John Drake: To the victor the spoils. [They toast.] Lady Edith: Did you plant that tree? John Drake: Steady on. It must be forty years old. [They chuckle.] Lady Edith: It's not a flattering light. John Drake: My father planted it. But you have to be tough with free trees, not let them outstay their welcome. Lady Edith: Farming needs a kind of toughness, doesn't it? There's room for sentiment, but not sentimentality. John Drake: Beautifully put, if I may say so, my lady. [Edith smiles at the compliment.] John Drake: You should be a writer. Lady Edith: Thank you. [Mrs Drake comes in with a basket.] Mrs Drake: How you getting on? John Drake: Very well, I think. Mrs Drake: And it's not too hard for you? Lady Edith: Not at all. John Drake: She's stronger than she looks. Mrs Drake: I brought you something to eat, my lady. Though, I'm afraid it's not what you're used to. [The dog sniffs at the basket.] Mrs Drake: Hey, it's not for you. [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] [Thomas walks to Downton. O'Brien meets him in the courtyard as he smokes.] O'Brien: So it is you. Ethel thought I must have a soldier fancy man. Thomas: She the new maid? O'Brien: Yes. She's a soppy sort. So, tell me, was Dr Clarkson thrilled to have your services? Thomas: It's Major Clarkson now, but yes. I don't know how you did it. [O'Brien smiles.] O'Brien: What about your blighty? [She nods to his hand. He pulls off the glove, showing how it was maimed by the bllet.] O'Brien: My god. Thomas: It's not so bad. And it lived up to its name and got me home. O'Brien: You better come inside. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Thomas: Where's William? Daisy: Training for the army. Thomas: I thought he might've died for love of you. Daisy: Don't be nasty, not as soon as you're back. Thomas: Imagine Carson without a footman. Like a ringmaster without a pony. Mrs Hughes: We'll have none of your cheek, thank you, Thomas. Thomas: I'm very sorry, Mrs Hughes, but I'm not a servant anymore. I take my orders from Major Clarkson. Who's this. O'Brien: Ethel, the new maid I told you. Ethel: When I saw you out there I didn't realise I was dealing with an ex-footman. Thomas: I'm the one that got away. Ethel: Gives hope to us all. [Carson enters.] Mr Carson: Ethel? Get ready to help with the luggage, they're nearly back with Sir Richard. O'Brien: We've got a visitor, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: I've seen him. [Carson never bothers to look at Thomas and exits.] Thomas: Where's Mr Bates? O'Brien: Gone. Replaced by Mr Lang. Thomas: So not all the changes were bad. [Anna ignores him and continues her sewing.] [EXT. DOWNTON - DAY] [Branson drives the car up to the front door and Sir Richard Carlisle gets out and greets Cora.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Hello. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We're so pleased to have you here, Sir Richard. Sir Richard Carlisle: Lady Grantham. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Welcome. Sir Richard Carlisle: Thank you. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I hope the train wasn't too tiring. Lady Rosamund: Hello, Mary. Sir Richard Carlisle: Not a bit. No, I got a lot done. Lady Mary: Hello Aunt Rosamund. Lady Rosamund: Brother, dear. Robert, Earl of Grantham: How are you? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Lovely to see you Rosamund. [The family goes inside while Branson talks with Sir Richard's servants.] Lady Mary: He's nice, isn't he? Lady Rosamund: To be honest, he spent the entire journey reading his own papers. But I'm sure I'll love him dearly if he'll ever look up from a page. [Rosamund and Mary enter the house. Cora comes out for a moment.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Branson, when you've finished unloading, run down to the hospital and remind Lady Sybil that we expect her here for dinner. And tell her I mean it. Really. They're working her like a pack horse in a mine. [Cora turns to go.] Branson: I think she enjoys it, though. [Cora stops and turns around to put him in his place.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Please tell her to come home in time to change. [Branson nods grimly and returns to the car.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] Lady Sybil: I can't possibly come! Really, Mama is incorrigible! Isobel Crawley: It's not poor Branson's fault. Lady Sybil: But what is the point of Mama's soirees? What are they for? Isobel Crawley: Well, I'm going out for dinner tonight and I'm glad. Is that wrong? [Thomas walks in with some blankets.] Isobel Crawley: Thomas, you can cover for Nurse Crawley, can't you? Thomas: I can. [Thomas starts making up a bed and Branson approaches him.] Branson: So you're back, then. Safe and sound. Thomas: That's not how I'd put it with my hand the way it is, but yes. Major Clarkson's found me a place and I'm grateful. Lady Sybil: Can you give Lieutenant Courtenay his pills? Thomas: Of course I can. I'd be glad to. [We see Lt. Courtenay sitting in a bed with his eyes covered in bandages.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING] Mrs Hughes: Is everything under control? Anna: Mr Lang seems a bit nervous. [Mrs Hughes dismisses it with a wave.] Mrs Hughes: Stage fright. But what about you? Anna: Oh. I'm a trooper. And we can't complain, can we? Not when you think what's going on in France. Mrs Hughes: Still. A broken heart can be as painful as a broken limb. Anna: Don't feel sorry for me, Mrs Hughes. I'm not. I know what real love is and there aren't many who can say that. I'm one of the lucky ones. Mrs Hughes: If you say so. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Sir Richard Carlisle: So the fashion for cocktails before dinner hasn't reached Yorkshire? Lady Mary: I could get Carson to make you one, but I won't guarantee the result. Mr Carson: Mrs Crawley, Captain Crawley, and Miss Swire. [Mr Carson steps aside for them to enter.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Ah. Isobel. [Matthew steps forward.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, now. Still in one piece. Thank God. Matthew Crawley: Touch wood. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I never stop touching it. Lady Mary: Do you know Sir Richard Carlisle? My cousin, Captain Crawley. Sir Richard Carlisle: How do you do? Robert, Earl of Grantham: And his fiancé, Miss Swire. Sir Richard Carlisle: I know Miss Swire. Her uncle and I are old friends. Lavinia: Well, old acquaintances, anyway. [Across the room, Sybil speaks with her aunt.] Lady Sybil: What do you think Mary sees in him? Lady Rosamund: Besides the money, you mean? Lady Sybil: It must be more than that. Lady Rosamund: For you. Not necessarily for her. Robert, Earl of Grantham: What is General Strutt like? Matthew Crawley: Well, you know. Rather important. And brave. He got the [?] in Africa. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is there any chance it might be permanent? That we can count you out of danger? It would be such a relief. Matthew Crawley: I wouldn't want that, I'm afraid. He's promised to get me back to France when he's done with me. How's your new appointment with the North Ridings working out? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, that. It seems I won't be going to the front after all. I made a mistake. They only wanted a mascot. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mary tells me you're in newspapers? Sir Richard Carlisle: Well, I own a few. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Ah. That must be quite a responsibility at a time like this, you know, in a wr. When it's so important to keep people's spirits up. Sir Richard Carlisle: Lady Grantham, my responsibility is to investors. I need to keep my readership up. I leave the public spirits to government propaganda. [Mary approaches.] Lady Mary: So now you've met Granny. I warn you, she has very strong opinions. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, you need have no fear where that's concerned, my dear. We're more than evenly matched. [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Mr Carson: Where are the spoons for this? Daisy: Just here. [Daisy hands them to Carson.] Mr Carson: Oh my God, I've forgotten the sauce. Anna: Mr Lang's bringing the sauce, and the Melba toast. Mr Carson: Right. Right. Good. Anna: Now, Mr Lang, are you ready? Mr Lang: I think so. Now, it's always the left, and not ladies first? Anna: No. Just follow Mr Carson. Start with Old Lady Grantham, then His Lordship, then just go on round. You must have done this before. Mr Lang: Not since the wr started. Daisy: I don't think I ever knew that. Why i'n't it just ladies first? Wouldn't it be more polite? Anna: That's the way it's done on the continent, and we don't like foreign ways here. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I gather your footman Thomas has returned to the village. No. [Violet refuses the sauce Lang offers.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Crikey. Where did you see him? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: At the hospital. Seems he's working there. [Lang walks around Carson, past Robert to serve Lady Rosamund.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I wonder how he wangled that. Mr Carson (whisper to Lang): Get back behind me! Sir Richard Carlisle (background): Not as well as I should. [Carson and Lang switch places and Lang serves Robert the sauce. Robert and Rosamund speak in low tones to avoid being overheard.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What do you make of our [?]? Lady Rosamund: He's an opportunity. Mary needs a position, and preferably a powerful one. He can provide it. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You don't think she'd be happier with a more traditional set up? Lady Rosamund: Will she have the option? [Lang continues down the table to Rosamund.] Lady Rosamund: Thank you, but I already have some. Mr Carson: No, no. Give that to me. [Lang tries to hand Carson the sauce, but Carson drops it and it spills all over Edith.] Mr Carson: I--I do apologise, my lady. I-- Mr Lang, get a c-- [Mr Carson seizes up.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Carson? [The entire table stands up to help Carson.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Carson, what's the matter? Lady Mary: Carson, it's all right. Everything will be fine. [Isobel sits Carson down in her chair.] Isobel Crawley: Edith, go with Branson and fetch Major Clarkson. I'll telephone and explain what's happened. Lady Edith: What about my dress? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Edith! We'll get you a coat! Come. Lady Mary: Sybil will know what to do until the doctor comes. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You'll find there's never a dull moment in this house. Matthew Crawley: Lady Sybil and I will take him upstairs. Mrs Hughes will show us the way, please. Lady Mary: I can help. Lady Sybil: No, let me. I know what I'm doing. [Still rather incapacitated, Carson still protests.] Mr Carson: I'm sure that's not necessary, my lady. Lady Sybil: It's not milady now, Carson. Mrs Hughes (whisper): Mr Lang! Lady Sybil: It's Nurse Crawley. Mrs Hughes (whisper): Mr Lang! Come on. [Mrs Hughes leads him to the doorway where the maids are standing.] Mrs Hughes (whisper): Anna and Ethel, I must trust the dinner to you. Ethel: Well, I'd say the first course is a thing of the past. Mrs Hughes (whisper): Then clear and lay the hot plates. Daisy, you fetch the beef and the rest of it, and Anna, you'll have to serve the wine. [The girls take off.] Mrs Hughes (whisper): Mr Lang, you can clear up the mess. O'Brien: I'll do that. Mrs Hughes (whisper): There's no need. O'Brien: I don't mind. Mrs Hughes (whisper): I thank you. Mr Lang, you better go downstairs. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well...Clarkson's seen him. It's definitely not a heart attck, but he does need rest. Cora, Countess of Grantham: He's working much too hard. For a start, he's just got to let the maids serve in the dining room. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Quite right. There is a wr. Even Carson has to make sacrifices. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Poor Lang. He looked like a rabbit in front of a snake. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't understand it. He seemed so solid when I met him, even taciturn. Now he's a bundle of nerves. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I heard what you said to Matthew about the regiment. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Everyone else knows what a fool I made of myself, why shouldn't he? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I don't think you're a fool. Isn't that enough? Robert, Earl of Grantham: No. Maybe it should be, but it isn't. [INT. VALET'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Lang stands in his room, eyes closed, bmb and gn echoing in his mind.] O'Brien: You all right, Mr Lang? [Lang is startled out of his trance.] O'Brien: You're not, are you? I've seen shellshock before, you know. I had a brother with it. My favourite brother, as it happens. And I was his favourite, too. They sent him back and he's dad now. Mr Lang: They won't send me back. I'm a gonner as far as they're concerned. O'Brien: You shouldn't be working yet. Mr Lang: I must work. I don't know what to do, else. I have to work. Mrs Hughes: Mr Lang, I thought you'd gone up. O'Brien: He wanted to hang up the livery before it got creased. Mrs Hughes: We can discuss the dinner another time. I'll say goodnight. O'Brien: Goodnight, Mrs Hughes. Mr Lang: Goodnight. [INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR - NIGHT] [Mary knocks on Mr Carson's door, then opens it.] Lady Mary: May I come in? [Carson struggles to sit up in bed.] Mr Carson: How very kind of you, my lady, but do you think you should? Lady Mary: Let's hope my reputation will survive it. And rest easy, please. [Mary sits in the chair near the bed.] Lady Mary: I gather it isn't too serious? Mr Carson: Agh, I've been very stupid, my lady. I let myself get flustered. I regard that as highly unprofessional. It won't happen again. Lady Mary: You mustn't be too hard on yourself. Mr Carson: I was particularly sorry to spoil things for Sir Richard, knowing he was a guest of yours. Lady Mary: Don't be. I think he found it all quite exciting. Mr Carson: Will we be seeing a lot of him? Lady Mary: I don't know. (shrugs) Maybe. Mr Carson: And Captain Crawley. Is he happy with the changes, so to speak? [Mary looks down and Carson reads her feelings.] Mr Carson: May I give you one piece of advice, my lady? Tell him what's in your heart. If you still love him, let him know. Then even if he's klled - and he may be - you won't be sorry. But if you don't tell him, you could regret it all your life long. Lady Mary: And what about Miss Swire? Mr Carson: (scoffs) Miss Swire. As if any man in his right mind could prefer Miss Swire to you. [Mary smiles and Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: Oh, I'm so sorry, milady. I didn't know you were in here. Lady Mary: I was just going. Carson's been boosting my confidence. [Carson smiles affectionately at her and she leaves.] Mrs Hughes: That's something I'd never have thought she was short of. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - NIGHT] [Thomas sits on the bed next to the blinded Courtenay.] Thomas: What about you, sir? What did you do before the wr started? Lt. Courtenay: I was up at Oxford. But I only ever planned to farm. Farm. And sht. And hunt. And fish. And everything I'll never do again. Thomas: You don't know that, sir. We've had cases of gas-blindness wearing off. Lt. Courtenay: Rare cases, and much sooner than this. It doesn't help me to be lied to, you know. I'm finished. And I'd rather face it than dodge it. Thomas: I better go. [EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY] [Robert and Cora, and Mary and Sir Richard walk through woods and fields.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Where's Rosamund? Cora, Countess of Grantham: She's with your Mama, trying to talk her into the idea of Sir Richard. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You don't sound very enthusiastic. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Are you? [A few paces behind.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Can we stop for a minute? Lady Mary: Don't tell me you're tired. Sir Richard Carlisle: I'm not tired, I'm hot. This tweed is too thick. Lady Mary: It looks more suited to shting than walking. Sir Richard Carlisle: I had it made for the weekend. I didn't know there was a difference. Lady Mary: It doesn't matter. Sir Richard Carlisle: That's like the rich who say money doesn't matter. It matters enough when you haven't got it. Lady Mary: I know you don't care about our silly rules. You're always very clear on that score. Sir Richard Carlisle: You make me sound rude, and I hope I'm not that. I mean to learn how to do things properly, and I'm sure you could help me a lot. But I'm not ashamed of being what they call a self-made man. I'm proud of it. Lady Mary: Is the point of all this to test me in some way? Sir Richard Carlisle: Maybe. Are you shocked by my bold and modern values? Lady Mary: Oh, Sir Richard, you flatter yourself. It takes a good deal more than that to shock me. [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Lady Rosamund: But Mama, who do you imagine is out there with more to offer? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I am not a romantic. Lady Rosamund: I should hope not. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But even I will concede that the heart does not exist solely for the purpose of pumping blood Lady Rosamund: That is charming. Especially from you. But Mary seems to have...blotted her copy book in some way. [Rosamund waits, trying to gage her mother's reaction.] Lady Rosamund: So she needs a suitable marriage that will mend her fences. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, how do we know Carlisle is suitable? I mean, who is he? Who'd ever heard of him before the wr? Lady Rosamund: Sir Richard is powerful and rich, and well on the way to appear rich. Of course, he may not be all that one would wish, but Mary can soon smooth off the rough edges. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, you should know. Lady Rosamund: What do you mean by that? Marmaduke was a gentleman. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Marmaduke was the grandson of a manufacturer. Lady Rosamund: His mother was the daughter of a baronet. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Maybe. But they were no great thrat to the Plantagenets. Lady Rosamund: The point is, I made up for any social deficiencies, and he provided me with a position. It was a good exchange, and it worked well. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: How can Matthew have chosen that little blonde piece? Lady Rosamund: You speak so eloquently of the human heart, Mama. You must be aware of its...vagaries. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] [Thomas reads Lt. Courtenay's post to him.] Thomas: "Things cannot be as they were and, whatever you might think, Jack has your best interest at heart." Lt. Courtenay: Stop. Thomas: Who's Jack? Lt. Courtenay: My younger brother. He means to replace me. It's what he's always wanted. Thomas: Yeah, well... Lt. Courtenay: I'm sorry. I mustn't bore you. Thomas: Don't let him walk all over you. Go fight your [?]. Lt. Courtenay: What with? Thomas: Your brain. You're not a victim, don't let them make you into one. Lt. Courtenay: You know, when you talk like that, I almost believe you. Thomas: You should believe me. All my life they've pushed me around...just 'cause I'm different. Lt. Courtenay: How? Why are you different? Thomas: Nevermind. Look. Look, I d-- I don't know if you're going to see again or not, but I do know you have to fight back. [Courtenay pat's Thomas's knee in thanks. Thomas grasps his hand back.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Rosamund pauses on her walk when she hears Lavinia.] Lavinia: How dare you thrat me. [Carlisle has a hold on Lavinia's wrists.] Sir Richard Carlisle: How dare I? Oh, I assure you, I dare a great deal more than that. Lavinia: You can't. You wouldn't. Sir Richard Carlisle: I didn't say I would. I was merely reminding you it was in my power. [Rosamund lingers on her walk and Lavinia and Carlisle catch sight of her.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Lady Painswick. Lady Rosamund: Lady Rosamund. Sir Richard Carlisle: I'm sorry. I'll get these things sorted out before too long. Lady Rosamund: It's not important. Sir Richard Carlisle: Miss Swire and I were just talking about old times. Lavinia: Happy old times, I hope. Will you forgive me? I want to write some letters before dinner. [EXT. LONG FIELD FARM - DAY] [Edith continues to help out on the farm.] John Drake: Let's have a rest. We've earned it. [Drake fetches a couple of beers.] John Drake: I should've gone in for a glass. I don't suppose you can drink out of a bottle, can you milady? Lady Edith: I wish you'd call me Edith. And of course I can drink from the bottle. [They drink.] Lady Edith: Would you like me to teach you to drive? John Drake: Not much. Then you wouldn't come here no more. [Edith smiles.] John Drake: Although, that wouldn't matter to you. Lady Edith: Why do you say that? JOHN DRAKE (sigh) You're pretty and clever and fine. You're from a different world. [Mrs Drake comes around the cart with a couple of pails and a sour expression.] Mrs Drake: Is something wrong? John Drake: No. Just having a break. Mrs Drake: Because you want to get into town to fetch the bone meal. And be back in time to feed the cows before it's dark. Lady Edith: They could always have a midnight feast. [Drake and Edith laugh. Mrs Drake nods and glares at her husband.] [EXT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, EXERCISE YARD - DAY] [Sybil and Thomas are teaching Lt. Courtenay how to walk with a cane.] Thomas: That's it. That's right, sir. If you move the stick fast enough, you don't have to slacken your pace. Lady Sybil: And check the width of the space as well as any possible obstruction. Dr Clarkson: Lieutenant Courtenay! [Clarkson approaches.] Dr Clarkson: Well done. You're making good progress. Lt. Courtenay: Thanks to my saviours. [Sybil smiles and Thomas salutes the major.] Dr Clarkson: So you'll be pleased to hear that we're all agreed that it's time for you to continue treatment elsewhere. Lt. Courtenay: What? Dr Clarkson: At Farley Hall. You're not ill anymore. All you need is time to adjust to your condition, and the staff at Farley can help with that. Lt. Courtenay: But, sir, these two are helping me here. Dr Clarkson: Nurse Crawley and Corporal Barrow are not trained in specialist care. Lt. Courtenay: Please. Don't sent me away. Not yet. Thomas: Sir, surely we-- [Dr Crawley sh*t Thomas a look.] Dr Clarkson: Lieutenant, you must know that every one of our beds is needed for the injured and dying from Arras. Mm? [Dr Clarkson pats Courtenay on the arm.] Dr Clarkson: Corporal, I'll see you in my office. [INT. DR CLARKSON'S OFFICE - DAY] Thomas: Sir, I only meant to say that Lieutenant Courtenay is depressed. Dr Clarkson: I will not leave wounded soldiers freezing or sweating under canvas because one junior officer is depressed! [A knock at the door.] Dr Clarkson: Yes! Lady Sybil: I thought you may want to know what I think. Dr Clarkson: Why should I? Nurse Crawley, I may not be your social superior in a Mayfair ballroom, but in this hospital, I have the deciding voice. Please help him prepare his belongings. He leaves first thing in the morning. [INT. MR CARSON'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Mrs Hughes sits by Mr Carson's bed, giving him the household updates.] Mrs Hughes: Anna and Ethel will wait at the table and I will supervise. What's wrong with that? Mr Carson: Nothing. Except that it's how a charted accountant would have his dinner served. Mrs Hughes: I can think of worse insults. Mr Carson: If you say so. B--but I don't want Lang allowed anywhere near it. Oh, Mr Bates, where are you when we need you? [Mrs Hughes stands.] Mr Carson: Can you bring me the wine ledgers and I'll make a selection? Mrs Hughes: His Lordship's already done that. Just try to rest. Mr Carson: To rest? Or to feel redundant? Mrs Hughes: Both, if it'll slow you down for a minute and a half. The world does not turn on the style of a dinner Mr Carson: My world does. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Lady Rosamund: How does he know Miss Swire? Lady Mary: What? Lady Rosamund: Miss Swire. They were in the garden when I came back from Mama's. Lady Mary: I suppose they met in London. [Anna enters.] Anna: Would you like me to come back later, milady? Lady Rosamund: No, come in. I was just leaving. Lady Mary: How's Carson getting on? Anna: Oh, much better, milady. Mrs Hughes is having a job keeping him in bed. Lady Mary: He gave me some advice last night. Anna: Oh yes? Was it good advice? Lady Mary: It was about honesty. He thinks I should say what I really feel. Anna: Sounds a bit wild for Mr Carson. Lady Mary: Do you think he's right? Anna: Well, they do say honesty's the best policy, and I think you regret being honest less often than you regret telling lies. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - NIGHT] [We see a pool of blood on the floor, and a nurse rushes out of the ward. Lt. Courtenay has slit his wrists.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, CORRIDOR - NIGHT] [Thomas cries.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, EXERCISE YARD - DAY] Dr Clarkson: He must've smuggled a razor into his bed. There was nothing to be done. Lady Sybil: It's because we ordered him to go. Isobel Crawley: We don't know that. Dr Clarkson: This is a tragedy, I don't deny it. But I cannot see what other course was open to me. He have no room for men to convalesce here and Farley is the nearest house I can send them to. Isobel Crawley: There is a solution and it's staring us in the face. Downton Abbey. DR CLARKSON (scoffs) Would the ever allow it? [A revelation occurs to Sybil and Clarkson.] Dr Clarkson: Or even consider it? Lady Sybil: I think they would. After this, I think they can be made to. [EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY] Lady Mary: But Sir Richard, you don't have to Sir Richard Carlisle: Richard. Please. [Mary nods.] Sir Richard Carlisle: You see, I want you to marry me. Lady Mary: Why? Sir Richard Carlisle: Because I think very highly of you. Lady Mary: Very highly. Goodness. Sir Richard Carlisle: I mean it. I think we'd do well together. We could be a good team. Lady Mary: Now that sounds better. But I can't help thinking that tradition demands a little mention of love. Sir Richard Carlisle: Oh, I can talk about love and moon and June and all the rest of it, if you wish, but we're more than that. We're strong and sharp, and we can build something worth having, you and I. If you'll let us. Lady Mary: Your proposal is improving by leaps and bounds. You must give me some time, but I promise to think about it. Properly. Sir Richard Carlisle: I'm counting on it. [He tips his hat to her and boards the train.] [EXT/INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] [Branson carries a basket to the hospital where wounded soldiers are piling out of hospital trucks. Sybil settles the wounded while Isobel directs them to their beds. Branson brings the basket to Sybil.] Isobel Crawley: Right to the other end, that way. Branson: Her Ladyship had Mrs Patmore make this up for you so you could eat something during the day. Lady Sybil: Oh, I won't have time. Matthew Crawley: Clarkson. [Matthew nods to the doctor as he enters.] Isobel Crawley: Oh, Matthew. I'm afraid I'm very busy, as you can see. Matthew Crawley: I just want to help. [Dr Clarkson points some stretcher bearers to a bed.] Dr Clarkson: It's right over there. [They move the man onto a bed and Matthew wanders aimlessly among the beds in shock.] Branson: Is it what you thought it would be? Lady Sybil: No. No, it's more savage and more cruel than I could've imagined, but I feel useful for the first time in my life, and that must be a good thing. Matthew, are you busy? Matthew Crawley: No, of course not. [Matthew helps a man into bed.] Matthew Crawley: Quite safe. [Isobel continues directing the wounded.] Branson: So you wouldn't go back? To your life before the wr? Lady Sybil: No. No, I can never go back to that again. [Sybil goes about her work and Branson watches her for a moment.] [EXT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, GARDEN - DAY] [Mary approaches the Crawley's house and finds Lavinia crying in the garden.] Lady Mary: Lavinia? What's the matter? Lavinia: Are you looking for Matthew? Lady Mary: I was. But it's not important. [Mary sits down next to her.] Lady Mary: Tell me what it is. Please. Lavinia: He has to go a day early. Tomorrow morning, in fact. Lady Mary: Only to meet his general, surely? Not back to France. Lavinia: But he must go back one day. And I can't stop thinking about what I'd do if anything happened to him. Lady Mary: I know he'll be all right. Lavinia: No you don't. None of us do. We say that sort of thing, but we don't know. If he died, I don't think I could go on living. [Matthew approaches.] Matthew Crawley: What you doing? Lavinia: Excuse me. [Lavinia walks past Matthew to the house.] Lady Mary: Lavinia's a bit upset. Matthew Crawley: She's awfully cut up that I have to go early, but it's only to Coventry, which doesn't sound too dangerous. [Mary smiles.] Matthew Crawley: If you're looking for Mother, she's at the hospital. I've just come from there. Lady Mary: Actually it's you I came to see. Matthew Crawley: Oh? How can I help? Lavinia: Mary, can you stay for luncheon? Lady Mary: I can't. But thank you. [Lavinia returns to the house.] Matthew Crawley: So, what was your mission? Lady Mary: Just to say... [Mary hesitates, but she can't say it.] Lady Mary: We hope you're still coming for dinner tonight. Matthew Crawley: Certainly we are. Why wouldn't we? Lady Mary: Sure? It'll be your last evening. Matthew Crawley: Why? Don't you want me? Lady Mary: Of course I want you. Very much. Matthew Crawley: I'm sorry you've had a wasted journey. Lady Mary: Not at all. I needed an excuse for a walk. I'll see you at eight. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Anna: Ethel said you wanted me. Mr Molesley: No, no. I just needed a word with you. Anna: If it's about that book, I'm afraid-- Mr Molesley: No, no. It's not about the book. Anna: What is it then? Mr Molesley: I understand that Mr Bates is gone. For good. Anna: Yes. I believe that's true. Mr Molesley: So, I was hoping we might be able to see a little more of each other. Anna: Mr Molesley...I take this as a real compliment. Mr Molesley: But it's not going to happen. Anna: No. You see...if you had a child and that child was taken from you. If--if the child was sent to the moon, there'd never be one day when they were out of your thoughts. Nor one moment when you weren't praying for their welfare, even if you knew you'd never see them again. Mr Molesley: And that's you and Mr Bates. Anna: That's me and Mr Bates. But thank you. [Molesley puts on a smile and Anna leaves.] [EXT. LONG FIELD FARM - EVENING] [Edith and Drake finish up some chores.] John Drake: I've kept you too long. You better get back or they'll come looking for you. Lady Edith: We've done a lot, haven't we? John Drake: We have. I'll be forced to invent some tasks. They'll be no need for you to come much more. Lady Edith: Then start inventing, please. John Drake: I will. 'Cause I'd hate it if you were to stay away. Lady Edith: So would I. I'd absolutely hate it. [Edith and Drake kiss.] John Drake: I can't believe I've done that. Lady Edith: I'm awfully glad you did. [Mrs Drake watches them.] John Drake: You'd have me thrown in the Tower. Lady Edith: Only if they give me the key. [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Mrs Patmore: Fold it in, don't slap it. You're making a cake, not beating a carpet. [Robert walks in.] Mrs Patmore: Oh. I'm sorry, Your Lordship. I didn't see you there. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's quite all right, Mrs Patmore. I wonder, is there somewhere we could have a word? Mrs Patmore: Er, er... Mrs Hughes: Why not go into my sitting room? [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please sit. [He closes the door and they sit.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I do have some news of your nephew. I telephoned the wr office and they've just come back to me, but I'm afraid it's not good news. Mrs Patmore: I--I knew he was dad all along. I-- I said so to my sister. I said, "Kate", I said, "He's gone and you'll have to face-- " Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mrs Patmore, it's worse than that. Mrs Patmore: What can be worse than being dad? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Private Philpots was sht for cowardice on the 17th of February. Mrs Patmore: Oh my God. Robert, Earl of Grantham: This explains why the regiment was reluctant to supply information. [Robert stands up and opens the door while Mrs Patmore begins to cry.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mrs Hughes, could you come in, please? [Mrs Hughes enters and Robert closes the door.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mrs Patmore has had some bad news. Her nephew has been klled. Mrs Hughes: Oh, he never has. Mrs Patmore: And that's not all. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It is all. Mrs Patmore. [Mrs Hughes takes Mrs Patmore's hand.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Let us make sure it is all. Your sister needs to know no more than this. We cannot know the truth. We should not judge. [Robert nods to Mrs Hughes] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I think it's a ridiculous idea! Lady Sybil: Why? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Because this is a house, not a hospital. Lady Mary: But, Granny, a convalescent home is where people rest and recuperate. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But if there are relapses? What then? Amputation in the dining room? Resuscitation in the pantry? Cora, Countess of Grantham: It would certainly be the most tremendous disturbance. If you knew how chaotic things are as it is. Isobel Crawley: But when there's so much good can be done. [Violet slams her cane on the floor.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I forbid it. To have strange men prodding and prying around the house, to say nothing of pocketing the spoons. It's out of the question. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I hesitate to remind you, but this is my house now. Robert's and mine, and we will make the decision. [Cora gets up and takes a drink from Mrs Hughes.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, I see. So now I'm an outsider...who need not be consulted. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Since you put it like that, yes. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What was it like at the hospital today? [Matthew looks haunted.] Matthew Crawley: At the front...the men pray to be spared, of course...but if that's not to be...they pray for a bllet that kills them cleanly. For too many of them today, that prayer had not been answered. [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Mrs Patmore: Er, we'll eat in about twenty minutes. William: Good. Would you have any to spare for a poor traveller? [William does a marching stop in his uniform.] Daisy: William, I don't believe it. William: Pinch me. I am your dream come true. Daisy: You're like a real soldier. William: I am a real soldier, thank you very much. Now come and give me a kiss. Mrs Patmore: Ooh, we'll have none of that. [Daisy rushes to hug him.] William: Won't you let a Tommy kiss his sweetheart, Mrs Patmore when he's off to fight the Hun? Daisy: Have you finished your training? William: Not yet, but it won't be long now. Mrs Patmore: Well, on the eve of departure, we'll see, but right now, put her down. William: So... [William stands at attention.] William: What do you think? [Daisy brushes his uniform with her fingers.] William: Smart, ain't it? [Mrs Patmore heaves a sigh, thinking of her nephew.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [Lang reads at the table. William walks in.] Anna: William? What a treat to see you. And how smart you look. Welcome. William: Thanks. Anna: Supper won't be long. I'm just going up to clear the dining room. William: Shall I help? Anna: Of course not. You're in the army now. [She smiles at him and leaves.] Mr Lang: So, still full of the joys of warfare? William: I'm not sorry to be part of it, Mr Lang, and I can't pretend I am. Mr Lang: Oh, yes, you're part of it. Like a metal cog is part of a factory, or a grain of sand is part of the beach. William: It's all right, Mr Lang. I understand. And I'm not saying I'm important, or ought like that. But I believe in this wr. I believe in what we're fighting for and I want to do my bit. Mr Lang: Then God help you. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Edith talks with Lavinia, Isobel speaks with Robert and Cora, and Matthew talks with Mary.] Edith: Today I drove the tractor... Isobel Crawley: More serious than her [?], surely not. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I think it's given us all.. Matthew Crawley: Edith seems jolly tonight. Lady Mary: She's found her metier. Farm labouring. Matthew Crawley: Don't be so tough on her. Lady Mary: That's like asking the fox to spare the chicken [Matthew chuckles.] Matthew Crawley: What about you? Last time, you told me good news was imminent. Lady Mary: Would you be happy if it were? Matthew Crawley: Of course. I've found someone now. And I want you to do the same. [Mary smiles politely.] [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] William: "If you had taken another minute to make up your mind, sir, we'd all have marched over the cliff." [The servants laugh at William's tale.] William: And I'll tell you something else as well-- [Daisy walks up to Mrs Patmore.] Mrs Patmore: William's got more to say than a [?] candidate. [Daisy stands there nervously, bursting to say something.] Mrs Patmore: What's the matter? Daisy: I know it's my fault, but I wish I hadn't let him think that we're, like, sweethearts. Because we're not. Not by my reckoning, anyway. Mrs Patmore: Huh. Too late for second thoughts now, missy. Now, you don't have to marry him when it comes to it, but you can't let him go to wr with a broken heart or he won't come back. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] Lady Mary: What a time we've had. Poor Sir Richard must've thought he'd come to a madhouse. Anna: I don't expect it'll put him off. Lady Mary: I'm going to accept him. Do you think I should? Anna: That's not for me to say. If you love him more than anyone in the world, then of course you should. Lady Mary: It's not as simple as that. Anna: Oh? It is for me. But then, I'm not Your Ladyship. Lady Mary: Did you love Bates more than anyone else in the world? Anna: I did. I do. I'll never love again like I love him. Never. Lady Mary: Well, there you are then. One day you'll meet someone else and you'll marry. Perhaps it'll second best, but it doesn't mean you can't have a life. Anna: I think it does. For me. [INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING] [Carson serves the family breakfast.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Are you sure you should be doing this, Carson? We've managed very well with Mrs Hughes. Mr Carson: Quite sure, my lord. And breakfast is not a taxing assignment. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Edith, this is a message for you. Mrs Drake writes that they've decided to hire a man, so they won't be needing you anymore. [Edith is stunned.] Lady Edith: Is that all she says? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, well, she's very grateful...Here we are. She says "[She and Drake] send their thanks to you for giving up so much of your valuable time." I expect it's rather a relief. Lady Edith: Oh, I wouldn't say that. Not entirely. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Has Lady Sybil gone already? Mr Carson: She had a half past six. Robert, Earl of Grantham: She would. [Edith is still trying to process the blow.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Carson, have they told you we're to be turned into a hospital? Lady Mary: A convalescent home. I'm afraid we've all bullied you into the whole thing. I hope you're not dreading it too much. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not dreading it, exactly, but it's a brave new world we're headed for, no doubt about that. We must try to meet it with as much grace as we can muster. [Robert opens the rest of his post. Edith is still reeling.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "02x02 - Episode Two"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING TITLES] [EXT. DOWNTON - MORNING] [A man rides a bicycle toward the abbey. A new valet, Henry Lang, prepares Robert's clothes. William works downstairs.] Anna: Should we give them some more space between the beds? Lady Edith: Well, we could give them-- Isobel Crawley: Not much. I'm determined to defend the library as a recreation room. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Where are we to sit? Isobel Crawley: We can screen off the small library Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is that all? Lady Edith: I suppose we-- Isobel Crawley: Well, we could leave you the boudoir. I wanted to put the intermediaries in there, but we don't have to. Cora, Countess of Grantham: How kind. Lady Sybil: Why will we only have officers? Surely all wounded men need to convalesce. Dr Clarkson: The hospital is for officers, and the whole idea is to have a complimentary convalescent home. Lady Sybil: Of course, but I don't know if we can make that an absolute rule. Isobel Crawley: If the world were logical, I would rather agree with you. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Which comes as no surprise. Isobel Crawley: You would not, I imagine. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You imagine right. What these men will need is rest and relaxation. Will that be achieved by mixing ranks and putting everyone on edge? [Violet exits and Sybil follows her into the hall.] Lady Sybil: Granny. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mm? Lady Sybil: Different ranks can relax together, it has been known. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, don't look at me, I'm very good at mixing. We always danced the first waltz at the servants' ball, didn't we, Carson? Mr Carson: If was an honour, my lady. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: It's a lot to ask when people aren't at their best. I'm searching for Lady Mary, Carson. Will you tell her I'm in the library? [Carson bows and goes in search of her. Isobel passes Edith who's standing in a doorway.] Isobel Crawley: Don't loiter, Edith. There's plenty to be done. Lady Edith: Of course, but I'm not quite what to-- Isobel Crawley: Sybil, I want to have a quick word with you. [Edith is left feeling lost.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Anna: I'm going down to the village this afternoon if anyone wants anything. Mrs Hughes: Some stamps would be kind. I'll get you the money. Mr Carson: I'd like to thank you all for your work this morning. Ethel: It's so strange to see the rooms converted into dormitories. Anna: But good. It was wrong for our life to chug along as if the wr were only happening to other people. Daisy: How will it be, though? Are we all working for Mrs Crawley now? O'Brien: We are not. Mr Carson: I'm sure the chain of command will be sorted out soon. O'Brien: Or there'll be blood on the stairs. Mr Carson: Thank you, Miss O'Brien. [Lang gets up, obviously distressed in some way.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But what do you think it meant? Lady Mary: Really, Granny. Lavinia Swire knows Richard Carlisle. So what? One knows lots of people in London. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I don't know many people who'd thrat me behind the laurels. Lady Mary: Aunt Rosamund said herself she didn't know what to make of it. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I still think it's a peculiar way for a gentleman to speak to a lady. Lady Mary: At least you think him a gentleman. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: The point is, do you think he's a gentleman? Lady Mary: I'm not sure it matters much to me. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, I'm going up to London to stay with Rosamund for a day or two. I think we'll have Lavinia for tea. Lady Mary: You sound as if you're going to gobble her up. VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM (laughs) If only we could. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Patmore: But where are they going to eat? Mr Carson: I understand from Mrs Crawley that they'll share the dining room with the officers who are almost well. Mrs Patmore: So, am I running a cantina? [Daisy giggles as she reads her letter.] Daisy: William says he's got time off between the end of his training and going overseas. Mrs Hughes: He'll be with his father, surely? Daisy: He's going home first, but he wants to come here for his last night. Mrs Hughes: You wouldn't mind that, would you, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: Certainly not. I'd be glad to wish him well on his way. Oh, for you Mr Branson. [Branson enters and Carson hands him a letter.] Daisy: Why do you think he's coming here? Mrs Patmore: To see us all and say goodbye. What's wrong with that? Daisy: Well, suppose it's something more. Suppose he's got plans. Mrs Patmore: Well, you have to deal with that when it happens. And mind you deal fair. Now, go and grate that suet before I grow old and die. [EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] [Anna walks down the street, sees a man by a tree nearby who looks like Bates. She rushes to him, but he has disappeared.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY, WARD - DAY] [Sybil makes up the hospital beds.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Who'll be in charge? Lady Edith: Cousin Isobel thinks it'll be her. Lady Mary: All know is that she'll drive us mad before the end. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm going up to change. Lady Sybil: I just want to finish this. Lady Edith: Aren't you going to the hospital? Lady Sybil: Not yet. I'm on a night shift. I'll walk down after dinner. And please don't start lecturing me. Lady Edith: I won't. The truth is, I envy you. Lady Sybil: Do you ever miss helping out on the Drakes' farm? Lady Edith: That's a funny question. Why? Lady Sybil: No reason. It's just, you seemed to have such a purpose there. It suited you. Lady Edith: It did suit me. I enjoyed it. But now I feel like a spare part. Lady Sybil: Trust me, you have a talent that none of the rest of us have. Just find out what it is and use it. It's doing nothing that's the enemy. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] O'Brien: The truth is, milady, Mrs Crawley's forgotten this is your house. And we need a friend in charge of the day-to-day management. Because if Mrs Crawley gets one of her toadies in to run things, she'll have her nose in every pie before you can say Jack Robinson. Cora, Countess of Grantham: But who? O'Brien: What about Thomas, milady? He's hospital trained, and he's always had a soft spot for Downton. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Thomas? The footman? Managing Downton Abbey? O'Brien: But he's not a footman now, is he? He's a corporal with real battle experience as a medic. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Could Dr Clarkson spare him? O'Brien: Well, I suppose he'll have to spare somebody. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Anna is learning how to use a curling iron on Mary's hair.] Lady Mary: Are you all right? You seem a bit preoccupied. Anna: I had a...Never mind. Lady Mary: What? Anna: It was this afternoon in the village, I thought I saw Mr Bates. Lady Mary: Bates? Isn't he in London? Anna: I might've been wrong. I walked up to where he was standing and there was no sign of him, but-- Lady Mary: Do you know his address in London? Anna: As long as he's still there. Why? Lady Mary: I'll telephone Sir Richard and ask him to look into it. Anna: But what would he know? Lady Mary: He works in newspapers. A world of spies, tip offs, and private investigators. I promise you, he can find out whatever he likes. Anna: All right, then. If you think he can help. Lady Mary: Good. I'll ring him tonight. [Mary looks at her curled hair.] Lady Mary: Not bad. Try to fit in a bit of practice. We've plenty of time to get it right before there's anyone to see me who matters. [INT. LONDON, BELGRAVE SQUARE, LADY ROSAMUND'S HOUSE - DAY] Lavinia: I only know Sir Richard because he is, or was, a friend of my father's, and of my uncle, Jonathan Swire. Lady Rosamund: The liberal minister? Lavinia: That's it. But I'm afraid they've fallen out. Lady Rosamund: Aw. Lavinia: This room is so pretty. Has the house always been the Painswicks' London home. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: There's no always about the Painswicks, my dear. They were invented from scratch by my son-in-law's grandfather. Lady Rosamund: We bought the house when we were married. Lavinia: You make Mr Painswick sound rather a rough diamond, Lady Grantham. Lady Rosamund: Marmaduke wasn't a rough diamond, was he Mama? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No. He was just cut and polished comparatively recently. [EXT. DOWNTON GARAGE - DAY] [Sybil talks to Branson while he washes the car.] Lady Sybil: Carson's told Papa you've been called up. Branson: There's no need to look so serious. Lady Sybil: You'd think me rather heartless if I didn't. Branson: I'm not going to fight. Lady Sybil: You'll have to. Branson: I will not. I'm going to be a conscientious objector. Lady Sybil: They'll put you in prison. Branson: I'd rather prison than the Dardanelles. Lady Sybil: When will you tell them? Branson: In my own good time. Lady Sybil: I don't understand. Branson: I'll go to the medical, I'll report for duty, and when on parade, I'll march out front and I'll shout it loud and clear. And if that doesn't make the newspapers, then I'm a monkey's uncle. Lady Sybil: But you'll have a record for the rest of your life. Branson: At least I'll have a life. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [Mrs Patmore and Daisy talk as Lang comes down the stairs. He drops the clothes brush twice.] Mrs Patmore: Cheer up. It's not as bad as that. What's the matter, Mr Lang? Tell me. I won't bite. Mr Lang: I sometimes feel I'm the only one who knows what's going on over there. And you all wander around ironing clothes and cleaning boots and choosing what's for dinner while, over the channel, men are klled, and maimed, and blown to pieces. Mrs Patmore: We know more than you think. The wr hasn't left us alone. It hasn't left me alone, however it may look. Mr Lang: Have you any idea how scared they are? How scared they all are? Mrs Patmore: I lost my nephew, my sister's boy. H--he was sht...for cowardice. That's what they said. But I knew him, and he'd never have done such a thing if he hadn't've been half out of his mind with fear. Mr Lang: Don't blame him. It was him, but it could've been me. It could have been any of us. [Mrs Patmore nods as he leaves.] [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] Thomas: Suppose I don't want to come back? O'Brien: To be in charge? Telling Mr Carson what to do? Thomas: Why? What's in it for you? O'Brien: All right, it's to stop Mrs Crawley bossing Her Ladyship about. She behaves as if she owns the place. Thomas: You've changed your tune. When I were last here, you'd've given money to see Her Ladyship eat dirt. O'Brien: Well, like you say, I've changed me tune. People do. Thomas: Not without reason. O'Brien: I've got me reasons. Thomas: You've also got Her Ladyship wrapped 'round your little finger. O'Brien: Maybe that's my business. But I'll not hurt her. And I'll not let anyone else hurt her neither. That's all I've got to say. Thomas: You're a qeer one, and no mistake. O'Brien: So, will you come if I can fix it? Thomas: Why not? I like the idea of giving orders to old Carson. [O'Brien smiles.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I go away for five minutes and everything's settled. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Nothing's settled. For a start, which rooms will we live in? Isobel Crawley: The small library and the boudoir. Cora, Countess of Grantham: If Cousin Isobel can find somewhere else for the intermediaries. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: There's always the boot room. I'm sure you'll have use of that. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And where are we supposed to eat? Isobel Crawley: You can share the dining room with those officers-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: No. Isobel Crawley: We all have to make sacrifices. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No! Dr Clarkson: Then we'll have tables set up in the Great Hall for the mobile officers and for the nurses. And Lady Grantham, I know you'll be happy about one decision. Lady Grantham asked that the house management might be put into the hands of Corporal Barrow, your former footman, Thomas. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thomas? In charge of Downton? Cora, Countess of Grantham: No, that's what I thought at first. But he isn't a footman now, he's a soldier. He's worked in medicine. Dr Clarkson: The point is, someone has to run the place who's had medical training. Isobel Crawley: But I really feel-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: The men won't accept the authority of a corporal. Dr Clarkson: I've thought of that. I told my commanding officer that Lady Grantham had asked for Corporal Barrow, and he's prepared to have him raised to the rank of acting sergeant. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But can you spare him? Dr Clarkson: We can. I've gone to some trouble to do so. [Isobel is obviously not pleased with the arrangement. Cora is extremely pleased with the arrangement.] Dr Clarkson: Sergeant Barrow will manage the daily running of Downton and I shall be in overall charge. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But you have the hospital. Aren't we missing a tier. Surely there should be someone here permanently who is under you, but over Thomas. Dr Clarkson: That's correct. And I will make a decision before long. Until then, I do assure you, Corporal Barrow is very efficient. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I say, good. If someone's to manage things, let it be our creature. Isobel Crawley: Why? Are you planning to divide his loyalties? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I wouldn't say I was planning it. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Mr Carson: William has asked to stay here, my lord. Just for a night. On his way to active duty in France. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Good. I should like to see him. Mr Carson: I don't suppose there's any way we can keep him from harm? Him being an only child and all. We'd hate for anything to happen. [Lang froze in the middle of fixing Robert's cufflinks.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thank you, Lang, I can do the rest. Mr Lang: Very sorry, my lord. [Lang leaves.] Mr Carson: To get back to the notion of Thomas as the manager of Downton. Robert, Earl of Grantham: He won't be a manager in that sense, but Her Ladyship fixed it all with Clarkson, and she was so pleased I didn't know what to say. Mr Carson: I cannot have him working here because he is a thief? Robert, Earl of Grantham: You know she's ignorant of Thomas's crimes. We agreed, at the time, that would be best. And, anyway, is it honourable in us to hold Thomas's sins against him when he has been wounded in the service of the king? Mr Carson: And who is to be in charge over Thomas? Robert, Earl of Grantham: You mean, under Dr Clarkson? Well, we asked today, but he hasn't decided. Mr Carson: So, we just make it up as we go along. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Unless you've got a better idea. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] O'Brien: Are you still here, Mr Branson? [They all stand as Mr Carson enters.] Mr Carson: Why don't you stay and have something to eat. Ethel: Mr Branson's been telling us the news from Russia. Mr Carson: And what news is that? Branson: Kerensky's been made Prime Minister, but he won't go far enough for me. Lenin denounces the bourgeoisie along with the tsar. He wants a people's revolution. That's what I'm waiting for. Won't be long now. Mr Carson: And what happened to the tsar? Branson: Imprisoned in the Alexander Palace with all his family. Mrs Patmore: Oh, what a dreadful thing. Branson: They won't hurt them. Why would they? Anna: To make an example. Branson: Give them some credit. This is a new dawn, a new age of government. No one wants to start it with the mrder of a bunch of young girls. Mr Lang: You don't know that. Nobody knows who will get klled when these things start. Look at her nephew. sht for cowardice. [Mrs Patmore, and everyone else, stares at him in shock.] Mr Lang: Who would've guess that when he was saying hello to the neighbours, or kissing his mother goodnight. [Daisy rushes in.] Daisy: Can you look at the crumble? I think it should come out, but it's five minutes earli-- than you said. [Mrs Patmore rushes out crying.] Mr Lang: I'm sorry. I never thought. [Mrs Hughes gets up from the table to go after Mrs Patmore.] Mrs Hughes: You should think, Mr Lang. You're not the only member of the walking wounded in this house. [EXT/INT. DOWNTON, OUTER HALL - DAY] [Someone rings at the front door. Mr Carson tries to make his way through the bustle of medical staff. Thomas enters through the front door.] Mr Carson: Why are you coming in this way? Thomas: I'm the manager here now, Mr Carson. Or had you forgotten? Mr Carson: No, I have not forgotten. And will you be moving into your old room, or should we prepare a guest bedroom? Thomas: I'll sleep in my old room, thanks. So, are we ready for the big invasion? 'Cause they'll be here at tea time. Mr Carson: We'll have to be ready, won't we, Thomas? Thomas: We will, Mr Carson. And it's Sergeant Barrow now. Mr Carson: Acting Sergeant, I believe. [Robert wanders around the large library, which is now set up as the officers' recreation room. A nurse pulls out a screen to block of the small library. Lady Grantham looks unhappily at the great hall, now set up as the dining hall for the officers. The family walks out the front door to welcome the officers.] Isobel Crawley: How many [?] are there? Dr Clarkson: Thirty-six. Isobel Crawley: Thirty-six? Right. Well, we'll get back to you. Dr Clarkson: Quick as you can, gentlemen. Driver, use that road here and go straight into the hospital. Robert, Earl of Grantham: This way, please, gentlemen. Isobel Crawley: ..suffered from mustard gas, and must be [?]. Lady Sybil: Okay. [Sybil walks into the house and speaks to a nurse and officer on crutches in the front hall.] Lady Sybil: Don't worry, we'll see to you. [Sybil continues into the house.] Thomas: Major Bryant, you're in the Armada Bedroom. Do you mind the stairs? Major Bryant: Depends on what I find at the top. [Ethel catches sight of Major Bryant] Ethel: He's handsome. O'Brien: Handsome and off limits. Ethel: It'll be nice to have the house full of men. Anna: Full of officers. Officers aren't men. Not where we're concerned. Ethel: Oh, speak for yourself. Anna: Speak for you too if you know what's good for you. [Matthew enters and touches his mother's arm.] Isobel Crawley: I'm very sorry, but I-- [She looks up.] Isobel Crawley: Matthew! What in the world are you doing here? Matthew Crawley: Well, we start our tour of Yorkshire and Lancashire tomorrow and General Strutt knew you lived up here, so he's given me a few hours off. Isobel Crawley: What a lovely-- [She kisses his cheek.] Isobel Crawley: Lovely surprise. Mrs Hughes: Mrs Crawley, how can we separate the hospital's linen from our own? [Mary enters to pick up a tray of carafes and freezes when she catches sight of Matthew.] Matthew Crawley: You go. We'll talk later. [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY, WARD - DAY] Lady Edith: As soon as I've done this, I'll take your orders for books. Officer 1: Thank you. Officer 2: Nurse? Nurse: Do you need help with [?]? Officer 2: No, I'm fine. [Mary distributes the carafes in the room.] Matthew Crawley: I hadn't cast you as Florence Nightingale. Lady Mary: We can't leave all the moral high ground to Sybil. She might get lonely there. How are you? I--I know I mustn't ask you what you're doing. Matthew Crawley: You can ask what I'm doing in Downton. We've finished in the Midlands, and tomorrow we start in the camps in the northern counties. Lady Mary: Ah. Will we see something of you? Matthew Crawley: I think my general ought to come here. It's exactly the sort of thing people like to read about. Isobel Crawley: Sybil, come, Edith can do that. Matthew Crawley: Dear Mother. She does love a bit of authority. I suppose she's driving Cousin Cora mad. Lady Mary: No names, no pack drill. [Mary puts a finger over her lips and they both smile.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY] Doctor: Breathe in. [The doctor holds a stethoscope to Branson's chest as he breathes in.] Doctor: And out. [Branson exhales. The doctor takes off the stethoscope and fills out the medical form.] Doctor: I'm surprised they didn't get you before now. Branson: Some people have all the luck, sir. Doctor: You can get dressed. [Branson buttons up his shirt.] Branson: Shall I report for duty in Richmond? Doctor: You'll be told what to do. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Thomas: But I must supervise the medical staff. Isobel Crawley: Overseen by me. And Carson, I'm relying on you to make that that is-- [Cora enters with Mrs Hughes behind her.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: What's going on? Isobel Crawley: I was arranging the household duties where they overlap with the duties of the nursing staff. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Shall we continue this upstairs? Isobel Crawley: Well, I've made some charts and-- [Cora gives her a severe look.] Isobel Crawley: Of course. [Isobel and Cora leave.] Ethel: Did you say you were the manager or the referee? O'Brien: You can see what we're up against. Thomas: Don't worry, we'll find a solution. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Cora, Countess of Grantham: You take over every room in the house, you bark at me like a sergeant major, and you give orders to my servants. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Cora, I'm sure Cousin-- [Mary enters.] Lady Mary: I'm sorry, are you in the middle of something? Dr Clarkson: We're discussing the arrangements. Lady Mary: Oh, good, because we've had a letter from Evelyn Napier. He's in a hospital in Middlesbrough and he's heard that we're a convalescent home now, and wonders if he can come here once he's released. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course he can come here. Dr Clarkson: Well, now, just a minute. Isobel Crawley: There's no question of him coming here. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What? Isobel Crawley: The Middlesbrough General will have their own arrangements for where their patients convalesce. Dr Clarkson: I'm afraid Mrs Crawley is right. Downton must function as part of the official system, or it cannot function at all. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Now, I think, perhaps, I should make one thing clear. Downton is our house and our home, and we will welcome in it any friends or any relations we choose. And if you do not care to accept that condition, then I suggest you give orders for the nurses, and the patients, and the beds, and the rest of it, to be packed up and shipped out at once! [Cora holds in a smile.] Dr Clarkson: Thank you, Lord Grantham, for making your position so clear. [Clarkson clears his throat and starts to leave.] Isobel Crawley: Oh, just one more thing. The dog. What should we do to stop !sis getting into the patients' rooms? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I can answer that. Absolutely nothing. Isobel Crawley: Ah. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Robert tries to read the newspaper while officers are playing table tennis in the other section. The ball bounces over the screen and across his table. He puts his paper down for a moment, looks at the dog, then continues reading.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - DAY] Lady Mary: Anna, there you are. Ethel, could you leave us for a moment? [Ethel leaves and closes the door behind her.] Lady Mary: That was Sir Richard on the telephone. It might have been Bates you saw in the village. Anna: Really? Lady Mary: He's working up here at a pub. The Red Lion in Kirkbymoorside. Anna: That's odd. Mr Bates in a pub. Lady Mary: The question's what'll you do with the information now you've got it. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR - DAY] [Branson shines the car while waiting for Robert. Sybil walks a wheelchair into the house with another nurse.] Lady Sybil: Would you just take this into the hall for me? Nurse: Yes, of course. [The nurse goes inside and Sybil goes to Branson.] Lady Sybil: Are you waiting for Papa? Do you want me to go and find him? Branson: They turned me down. The army. Lady Sybil: Why? Branson: Apparently I have a heart murmur. Or, to be more precise... [Branson picks up the letter on car seat.] Branson: A mitral valve prolapse is causing a pansystolic murmur. Lady Sybil: I don't know what to say. Is it dangerous. Branson: Only if you're planning to humiliate the British army. I suppose you're glad. Lady Sybil: You're not going to be klled and you're not going to prison, of course I'm glad! Branson: Don't count your chickens. If I don't get them one way, I'll get them another. Lady Sybil: Why do you have to be so angry all the time? I know we weren't exactly at our best in Ireland-- Branson: Not at your best? Not at your best? I lost a cousin in the Easter Rising last year. Lady Sybil: You never said. Branson: Well, I'm saying it now. He was walking down North King's Street one day and an English soldier saw him and sht him dad. When they asked why he was klled, the officer said, "Because he was probably a rebel." So don't say you were not at your best. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Sorry to keep you waiting, but we're going to have to step on it. [Branson opens the door for Robert, a furious expression still on his face. He glares at Sybil as he gets in the car and takes off.] [INT. RECREATION ROOM - DAY] [Edith hands an officer a book and picks up a large pile.] Lady Edith: I'm not sure about Marriott. Officer: Oh, not to worry. Lady Edith: I know we've got lots of G.A. Henty. Officer: Thank you very much. Lady Edith: And I haven't forgotten about your tobacco, Captain Ames, just as soon as I can get into the village. [Mrs Hughes catches Ethel flirting with Major Bryant outside. She tucks a blanket around his legs.] Ethel: Is that better? Major Bryant: Much. But I'm gonna need some more tucking very soon. Ethel: Well, no one tucks better than I do. Mrs Hughes: Ethel. Go back inside please. There are still more bedrooms to be done. [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Rosamund's going to find out. She knows some of those feebleminded idiots on the liberal front bench. Lady Mary: Poor Lavinia. I feel sorry for her. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: She's an obstacle to your happiness, dear, and must be removed. When it's done, you can feel as sorry as you wish. Lady Mary: But even if Matthew does break it off with her, why should he propose to me again? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: With your permission, dear, I'll take my fancies one at a time. [INT. HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Dressed for bed, Anna is practicing with the curling iron on her own hair.] Ethel: Any plans for your afternoon off? Major Bryant wants me to go to the pictures in York with him when he's allowed out. But you'll say that's stupid. Anna: Not stupid. Insane. Ethel: But he really likes me, though. He says he wants to get to know me better. Anna: Has he told you how he's planning how to achieve it? Ethel: Spoil sport. What you up to? Anna: Just practicing with these for Lady Mary. [?] [EXT. KIRKBYMOORSIDE - DAY] [Anna gets off the bus and enters The Red Lion. She peers through the frosted glass to see Bates at the bar before she enters.] Mr Bates: It's one and eight. [Bates sees Anna.] Customer: There you go. Anna: Might I have a glass of cider? [Bates hands the customer his change.] Customer: Thank you. [The customer leaves and Anna approaches the bar.] Mr Bates: I don't know if I've dreaded this moment or longed for it. Anna: Well, either way, it's happened. [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Lady Rosamund: I'm glad I'm in time for tomorrow's state visit. I gather Lavinia will be there. [Mary rolls her eyes.] Lady Rosamund: We must seize the opportunity to challenge her. Lady Mary: I don't really see on what basis. Lady Rosamund: She stole secrets from her uncle, Jonathan Swire, and gave them to Carlisle to publish, Swire told me. Lady Mary: And the paper showed that half the cabinet were trying to get rich by buying shares before a government contract was announced. Would you rather we were kept in ignorance? Lady Rosamund: It wasn't Lavinia's business to make it public. Without her, the Marconi scandal would never have happened. Lady Mary: The politicians broke the law. Lavinia did nothing wrong. [Violet regards Mary with surprise.] Lady Rosamund: She drags the chancellor of the exchequer's honour through the mud and you say it's nothing. Lady Mary: It was only Lloyd George. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But why did she betray her uncle to Sir Richard in the first place? Lady Rosamund: Because... Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh-- Lady Rosamund: They were lovers. And now it's down to you to save Matthew from the clutches of a scheming harlot. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Really, Rosamund, there's no need to be so gleeful. You sound like Robespierre lopping off the head of Marie Antoinette. [Violet laughs.] [INT. THE RED LION - DAY] [Bates and Anna sit at a table.] Mr Bates: It was me. I knew you used to go to the village on Wednesday. I so longed for a glimpse of you. Anna: But why're you up here at all? And why didn't you tell me? Mr Bates: Because I want to get things settled first. You see, I've discovered that Vera has been unfaithful to me. I've got proof. Anna: You can't criticise her for that. Mr Bates: No, but it means I can divorce her. I've had to leave the house to prove that it has broken the marriage. So I came up here to be nearer you. Anna: But what if she fights it? Mr Bates: She can't. For her to divorce me, she needs something beyond adultery, cruelty or such like. For a husband, adultery is enough. Anna: That's not very fair to women. Mr Bates: I don't care about fairness, I care about you. The point is, I can get rid of her. If she goes quietly, I will give her money and plenty of it. If not, she leaves empty handed. Anna: And when will this be? Mr Bates: I need to get her to accept it first. She's made thrat about selling stuff to the papers. Anna: What stuff? Mr Bates: Don't worry. They won't offer what I will. You've changed your hair. Anna: I was trying out Lady Mary's new curling iron. What do you think? [They smile at each other.] Mr Bates: I think I would love you however, and whatever, whenever. Anna: We don't have to wait, you know. If you want me to throw up everything and come with you, I will. Gladly. Mr Bates: I can't marry you yet. Not legally. And I won't break the law. Anna: It's not against the law to take a mistress, Mr Bates. [She takes his hands.] Mr Bates: I know you, Anna Smith, and I love you, and that is not the right path for you. But it won't be long now. [She's close to tears, but Anna nods.] [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] [O'Brien steps out while Branson works.] O'Brien: So, you're not going to wr, then? Branson: Apparently not. Is it true about Mr Crawley bringing a famous general here? O'Brien: Captain Crawley. But yes. Why? [Branson begins to plot.] Branson: No reason. [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: If they arrive at five, we'll walk him around the wards, then show him the recovering men at play, and after that, a fairly grand dinner. I'll tell him to bring mesquite. Mr Carson: That is my challenge, my lord. How to make the dinner sufficiently grand with no footmen in the house. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Plenty of people give dinners without footmen. Mr Carson: Not people who entertain Sir Herbert Strutt, hero of the Somme. Isobel Crawley: I'm sure he'll have seen worse things at the front than a dinner with no footmen. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Carson only wants to show the general proper respect. We will not criticise him for that. Dr Clarkson: Indeed, we will not. But I think Lord Grantham's plan is a good one, with or without footmen. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Matthew writes Miss Swire is coming down from London for it. Isobel Crawley: Really? He never said so to me. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Does he need your permission? Isobel Crawley: I think I should go around with him. Dr Clarkson: You and Lady Grantham will both come with us. Isobel Crawley: But won't you want to talk about treatments? Dr Clarkson: The treatments...and the house. [Carson and Robert exchange a look.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY, WARD - NIGHT] [Edith enters the room and an officer whispers to her.] Captain Smiley: Miss. Lady Edith: It's Captain Smiley, isn't it? [Edith sits next to the officer's bed.] Lady Edith: We haven't met yet, but I'm Edith Crawley. And tomorrow I can show you where everything is. Captain Smiley: It's just that I'd like to write a letter to my parents. Lady Edith: Of course. There's paper and envelopes in the library. Captain Smiley: No, you see, I've not written before because I--I didn't want to worry my mother with a different handwriting. [Smiley pulls his left arm out from under the sheet and his hand is missing. Edith is in shock.] Captain Smiley: I'm left-handed. How's that for luck? Lady Edith: I'm surprised your school didn't force you to use the right. Captain Smiley: My mother wouldn't let them. But now I wish they had. I've asked the others, and they say you're the one to help me. Lady Edith: Of course I will. I'd be happy to. Captain Smiley: That's what they said. If you can just find a way to tell her. Lady Edith: We'll both find a way. Together. I promise. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - NIGHT] [Branson knocks on the doorway where Mr Carson is putting away the silver.] Branson: Mr Carson, might I have a word. Mr Carson: I'm busy with this dinner for tomorrow night. Branson: Well, that's just it. I don't expect you'll be using Mr Lang, not after last time. Mr Carson: I will not. Branson: So I wondered if I might be any help. I've waited a table before. Mr Carson: Do you mean it? [Branson nods.] Mr Carson: I know I've no right to ask it of a chauffeur. Branson: We have to keep up the honour of Downton, don't we? Mr Carson: I'm very grateful, Mr Branson. I'll not hide it, very grateful, indeed. You know where to find the livery? Branson: I do. Mr Carson: And I gather you won't be leaving us after all. Branson: Who knows what the future will bring. [INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR - NIGHT] [Mr Lang is yelling in his sleep. All of the servants wake up and get out of bed.] Anna: What is it? Mrs Hughes: ...shouting. Mr Carson: What's going on? [Mrs Hughes opens the door into the men's section.] Mrs Hughes: ... to find out. Thomas: It's Mr Lang. Mrs Hughes: What in heaven's name is happening? [Mr Lang is thrashing around in his bed.] Mr Lang: No! No, I can't do it! Mr Carson: Mr Lang? Mr Lang: I can't do it! [Mr Carson shakes Mr Lang awake.] Mr Carson: You're having a bad dream, Mr Lang! You're having a dream! Mr Lang: They're soldiers, Mr Carson! I see soldiers, but I can't! [O'Brien goes to Lang's side.] Mr Lang: I can't go back no matter what! Mr Carson: No one's asking you to go back, Mr Lang. Thomas: No, just to put a sock in it. O'Brien: Don't worry, Mr Lang, you've had a bad dream, that's all. [Mr Lang looks at O'Brien.] Mr Lang: Is it a dream? [O'Brien nods. Lang begins to sob.] Mr Lang: Thank God. [Mr Carson nods to the others and they leave.] Mr Lang: Oh, thank God. Thank God. O'Brien: You're all right. Let's get you back into bed. You're all right. [O'Brien helps him lay down.] Mr Lang: I'm sorry. O'Brien: It's all right, Mr Lang. [O'Brien covers him with the blanket.] Mr Lang: I'm sorry. O'Brien: You're all right. [O'Brien looks at Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes still standing there.] O'Brien: Is it any wonder when he's been to hell and back? [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY FRONT DOOR - DAY] [The entire household lines up outside to welcome the general. The car drives by and the soldiers solute. The general's party gets out and solutes the family.] Matthew Crawley: My cousin, Lord Grantham. General Strutt: This is very kind of you, Lord Grantham. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Welcome. Matthew Crawley: Lady Grantham. And this is Major Clarkson who runs our hospital here. Isobel Crawley: And I am Captain Crawley's mother. And will accompany you on your tour and explain the different levels of care we practice here. [Clarkson and Matthew's expressions reveal the impropriety of Isobel putting herself forward.] Dr Clarkson: Lady Grantham and Mrs Crawley will both accompany us as we go around, sir. General Strutt: Makes a nice change from the craggy-faced warriors I'm usually surrounded by. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'd like to think that were true. Please, come this way. Isobel Crawley: There's a large recreation room... Cora, Countess of Grantham: I don't believe you've ever been to Downton before. [Mary steps up to Matthew.] Matthew Crawley: Poor mother. She longs to hold all the reigns. General Strutt: Crawley? Matthew Crawley: I should go. If only to keep our respective mothers apart. Thomas: I'm afraid Mrs Crawley's none too pleased to play second fiddle, sir. Dr Clarkson: Well, I hope she doesn't spoil things. Thomas: Well, that's just what I've been meaning to talk to you about, sir. You see, I'm trying to run a tight ship... [O'Brien watches Thomas suspiciously. Rosamund gives Mary a significant look, then smiles at Lavinia before heading into the house, which makes Mary uncomfortable.] Lavinia: What's the matter with your aunt? Lady Mary: We should follow them in. Poor mama will say we're unsupportive. Lavinia: Tell me what it is, please. Lady Mary: All right. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Daisy: I know he's going to propose. Mrs Patmore: Well, then you're going to accept. Did you get that picture taken? Daisy: I did, yeah. Mrs Patmore: Fetch it. Because if you think I'm gonna stand by and watch that boy's dreams stamped in the dust, you've got another thing coming. You can take back your promise when the wr's over and not before. Daisy: But it's a lie. Mrs Patmore: Don't make him give up when he's off to face the gn. You'd never forgive yourself if ought happed. [INT. OUTER HALL - DAY] Lady Mary: Do you remember when Aunt Rosamund found you and Richard Carlisle together in the garden? Lavinia: I knew I'd hear more about that. Lady Mary: She thought he was thrat you. And now she's decided that you were behind the Marconi share scandal in 1912. The chancellor and other ministers were involved, including your uncle. Lavinia: I remember the Marconi scandal. Lady Mary: No, let's forget it. It's absurd. Lavinia: But Lady Rosamund is right. I did steal the evidence for Sir Richard to print. I did start the scandal. Lady Mary: The trouble is, Aunt Rosamund can't understand why you would do such a thing unless you and Sir Richard were... Lavinia: Were lovers. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Mary. You must come. [Mary follows her mother in shock.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY, WARD - DAY] Matthew Crawley: The ground floor rooms are for those men who the need most care, sir. General Strutt: Yes, of course. Captain Smiley: General Strutt, sir. General Strutt: Oh, right, yes. Tell me about this officer. Isobel Crawley: Who is that man? I hope he's not complaining. Lady Edith: Oh, no. That's Captain Smiley. He hasn't an unkind bone in his body. Lady Mary: How do you know? General Strutt: Matthew, listen to this. Matthew Crawley: Everything all right, sir? Cora, Countess of Grantham: What on earth's that about? Lady Edith: Oh, don't worry. Major Haimes can be a little waspish, but he wouldn't want to get us into trouble. Cora, Countess of Grantham: How do you know so much about a pack of strangers? Lady Edith: They're not strangers to me. General Strutt: This is all very impressive, Lady Grantham. The nurses and your own staff to be congratulated. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I believe they are. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] William: I wouldn't say I was scared. I'm nervous. Course I am. But not scared. I think I'm ready. [Mrs Patmore is crying.] Mrs Patmore: Don't mind me. Only I'm thinking of what your dear mother would say. William: Well, I wish she was here to see me off. Mrs Patmore: Oh, she'd be so proud. Why, when we waved off our Arch, I rememb... [Mrs Patmore breaks down.] Mrs Hughes: What do you remember Mrs Patmore? I'll tell you. You remember a fine young man who enlisted before he had to and who gave his life for his country, because he'd be alive and well today if he hadn't chosen to go to wr. Daisy: She's right. Mrs Patmore: That she is. Come on, Daisy, back to the grindstone. [William stands up.] Mrs Patmore: What is it? William: I just want a word with Daisy. Daisy: I'm needed in the kitchen. Mrs Patmore: There's plenty of time later on. [Branson enters in the footman's livery, a dark expression on his face.] [INT. RECREATION ROOM - DAY] [The general plays a game.] General Strutt: [?] my aim. Dr Clarkson: And again. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You must be enjoying your respite from the front. Matthew Crawley: Actually I'm struggling a bit. I've just lost my soldier servant and I haven't managed to replace him yet. [Mary regards Lavinia tensely.] Lady Rosamund: So, when will you tell Matthew? Mr Carson: Dinner is served, my lady. Lady Rosamund: Don't waste the opportunity. [Rosamund gets up for dinner.] Lady Mary: Why must she be so savage? It's my broken heart, and it was her advice that wrecked it in the first place. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Classic Rosamund. She's never more righteous than when she's in the wrong. Come on. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Branson walks briskly down the hall.] Mrs Hughes: Everything all right, Mr Branson? Branson: I think so, Mrs Hughes. [Branson takes a breath and then carries a dish up the stairs.] [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Anna finds a note on the floor. On one side it says "Lady Sybil" on the back "Forgive me." Anna opens the note and her jaw drops. She runs through the hallways to the servants' hall while Mr Branson enters the dining room. Anna runs into Mrs Hughes's sitting room.] Anna: Where's Mr Branson? Mrs Hughes: He's just taken up the soup, why? [Anna shows Mrs Hughes the note.] Anna: Read that. Mrs Hughes: "They'll have arrested me by now, but I'm not sorry. The bastard had it coming to him"? [Mrs Hughes's jaw drops.] Mrs Hughes: Oh! [They run to Mr Carson.] Mr Carson (whisper): What in God's name? Mrs Hughes (whisper): Read this! Where is he now? Mr Carson: Oh, my God. [INT. DINING ROOM - DAY] [Branson glares at the general. Mr Carson and Anna cross the room to him just as Branson is about to pull the lid off of the soup. Mr Carson clamps his hand down over Branson's, so he can't open it.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry to hear about your servant. Matthew Crawley: Yes. Pneumonia and not a bllet. Branson (whisper): No! Mr Carson (whisper): Yes. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't envy you. [Branson struggles for a minute, then looks at Sybil behind him and eventually let's Carson escort him out. Mary notices as Anna follows them with the soup tray. Mr Carson shoves Branson through the door.] Mr Carson (whisper): Get downstairs now! [Branson makes to go back through the door, but Carson twists his arm behind his back and forces him all the way to the servants' hall.] Branson: All right! All right! There's no need to be so rough! [Carson shoves him into the kitchen.] Mr Carson: There's every need! To stop a mrder! Branson: mrder? What do you mean "mrder"? Anna: You were going to assassinate the general! Branson: kll the general?! I was not! [Anna lifts the lid on the soup and they all gag.] Anna: Ugh! Branson: I was going to throw that lot all over him. Anna: What is it? Branson: Oil and ink and a bit of a cow pie, all mixed with sour milk. He'd have needed a bath, right enough, but not a coffin! [Mrs Patmore turns her head away as she pours it down the sink.] Daisy: I thought you'd taken the soup up, but you left it in the pantry. [Mrs Hughes grabs a copper pot from the shelf.] Mrs Hughes: We'll use this. It's not bee heated, but the hell with that! And we'll decide what happens to you later. Mr Carson: Nevermind later, what about now? How do we keep this dinner going? William: I'll serve, Mr Carson. I don't mind. Who knows when I'll have the chance again? [INT. DINING ROOM - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What was going on with the soup? It came, it went. Mr Carson: Nothing to worry about, my lord. Branson was taken ill so William volunteered to be footman one last time. You don't mind, do you? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, not a bit. It was very kind of him. [Carson leaves.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Our footman, William, is leaving us tomorrow to join his regiment, that's why he's not in livery. General Strutt: Well, you're a credit to this house and this country, young man. There is no livery so becoming as a uniform. WILLIAM (nods) Sir. [Robert nods to William.] Matthew Crawley: Lady Rosamund, Mary, all of you, have been so kind to Lavinia. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, naturally. We're all curious to know more of Miss Swire if she's to reign over Downton's queen. Matthew Crawley: Dear me, I hope you haven't unearthed anything too fearful. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You must ask Mary. [Many significant looks are exchanged.] General Strutt: One thing I'm still not quite clear about. Who, precisely, is in charge of Downton when you're not here? Dr Clarkson: I've given it some thought, sir, and it seems to be only fair that Mrs Crawley... [Isobel smiles] Dr Clarkson: ...and Lady Grantham... [Isobel's smile fades. Cora smiles very happily.] Dr Clarkson: ...should share that responsibility. General Strutt: Capital. Well said. [Thomas and O'Brien, listening in, smirk at each other.] General Strutt: The fact is, I have been more than gratified by my visit here today, and I thank Captain Crawley for arranging it. [Matthew nods.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Here, here. General Strutt: You are all to be praised for your response to our national crisis, but I've been talking and I've been listening, and I feel there is one among you whose generosity is in danger of going unremarked. [Both Isobel and Cora wait expectantly.] General Strutt: It seems the daily cares and needs of the patients are being dealt with quietly and efficiently by Lady Edith. [Surprised, everyone stares at Edith.] General Strutt: Or that's what the officers tell me. So, let us raise our glasses and drink her health. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Edith. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Darling. ALL Lady Edith. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Edith, dear. [Edith smiles in wonder of the compliment.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [After dinner, Lavinia and Mary sneak into the library.] Lavinia: We were never lovers. Not ever. Lady Mary: You don't have to explain anything. Not to me. Lavinia: But I want to. You see, my father owed Sir Richard Carlisle a lot of money. Enough to bankrupt him. Lady Mary: And Sir Richard offered to waive the debt if you gave him the evidence of the minister's guilt. Lavinia: Papa was terrified, and I knew I could get into my uncle's office and find the proof. Lady Mary: What is it? Lavinia: He thrat to tell you all about it, and now I've told you anyway. My uncle was guilty. They all were. Sir Richard didn't make it up. Lady Mary: I believe you. Lavinia: But that's not why I did it. It was entirely to save Papa from ruin. Cora, Countess of Grantham (OOV): I'll-- I'll just go and check if everything's ready. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] William: Have you got that picture for me? Daisy: I might have. [Daisy pulls the photo out of her pocket and hands it to William. He looks at it for a moment.] William: Because...you know what I'm going to ask you, so...will you? Daisy: William, you're not sure. You can't be sure. William: I am sure. Mrs Patmore: So is she. Aren't you, Daisy? Isn't this just what you told me you hoped would happen? It's like a fairy story. [Daisy is speechless by Mrs Patmore's deceptive betrayal.] William: Is she right? Daisy are-- are we engaged? Because, if we are, I know I can tackle whatever may come. [Daisy hesitates as she looks mortified between Mrs Patmore and William.] Daisy: Go on, then. [William beams and hugs Daisy.] Mrs Hughes: William?! [William lets go of Daisy.] Mrs Hughes: Do you want to go up top? The general's leaving and Mr Carson likes a full compliment. [Daisy tries to say something to Mrs Hughes.] Mrs Hughes: No, Daisy not you. The wr has not changed everything. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Matthew Crawley: The general's just about to leave. I'm afraid he doesn't have time to come in here. Lady Mary: I hope it's all been a success. Matthew Crawley: Cousin Violet said you had something to say to me about Lavinia. What is it? Lady Mary: I haven't the slightest idea. Matthew Crawley: What a relief. She was hinting you'd uncovered some horrid stain. Lady Mary: The only evidence I've uncovered is that she's a charming person. Matthew Crawley: What a testimonial. Lady Mary: The truth is, we're very much alike. So, naturally, I think she's perfect. [Matthew chuckles.] Lady Mary: We all do. Don't we? Aunt Rosamund? Lady Rosamund: Quite perfect. [INT. FRONT DOOR - DAY] [The servants line up as the party leaves. Mr Lang struggles with shell shock.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is there any chance you might take our footman, William, for your servant? I can pull some strings, get him transferred to your lot. Matthew Crawley: If you'd like me to, of course. I can't promise to keep him safe. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I know, but...he'd have someone looking out for him. Oh, my God. [Robert sees Lang shaking.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Lang, are you all right, old chap? [Lang grabs onto Robert and buries his head in his chest.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Come, come, man. Things can't be as bad as all that. Carson. Mr Carson: Mr Lang, what happened? Mr Lang: The general and all these officers, I don't have to go back with them, do I? Because I can't. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No. Mr Carson: The general's looking for you, my lord. Matthew Crawley (to the general): Excuse me a moment. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's been a great pleasure having you... Matthew Crawley (to Lavinia): If I don't see you again before I have to go back, be safe. [Matthew kisses her hand.] Matthew Crawley (to Mary): You, too. [Mary nods. Mr Carson steps in front of Mr Lang to hide him from the departing company, O'Brien comforts Lang.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - EVENING] [Mr Carson pours Mrs Hughes a drink.] Mr Carson: Here. We've earned it. Mrs Hughes: Ah. So, what will you do with him? Mr Carson: Branson or Lang? Mrs Hughes: Not Mr Lang. He isn't well, but he's not a bad man. Mr Carson: No, not at all. But he doesn't belong at Downton. Mrs Hughes: Mm. I meant Mr Branson. Mr Carson: Mm, it's a delicate business, Mrs Hughes. Would we really be right to tell the police and cause a furore and bring riot down on our heads? And all because he wanted to pour a pot of slop over a man's head? Mrs Hughes: From your phrasing, I gather the answer you want from me is "no"? Mr Carson: Well, would it help, Mrs Hughes? That's all I'm asking. Would it help? [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Ethel: Where is Mr Branson? Anna: Mr Carson sent him back to his cottage to stew in his own juice. Will we see you in the morning, William? To wish you luck? William: Oh, yes. But I've got something I'd like to say now. [William takes Daisy's hand.] William: If you don't mind. Daisy: Don't, not yet. William: They must know sooner or later. Daisy and I are going to be married. Ethel: You never are! When?! Daisy: After the w*r. William: I'm not sure I can wait that long. [Daisy looks worriedly at Mrs Patmore.] [INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOMS - EVENING] [Mr Carson knocks on Mr Lang's door, then enters. Mr Lang is packing.] Mr Carson: I see what I planned to say is already superfluous, Mr Lang. You got there before me. Mr Lang: I've let you down, Mr Carson. For that I'm sorry. Mr Carson: We let you down. You weren't suited for work, and I should've spotted that. You'll have two months' wages, and please tell us how you get on. And when you're ready work again, you may rely on a good report from me. Mr Lang: That's kind. Thank you. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's nice of William to serve tonight. He didn't have to. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm going to arrange for him to be Matthew's servant. With any luck, it'll keep him out of trouble. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Matthew and Mary look so natural together, did you notice? Talking and laughing. But I suppose Lavinia's a nice girl. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We've dreamed a dream, my dear, but now it's over. The world was in a dream before, but now it's woken up and said goodbye to it. And so must we.	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "02x03 - Episode Three"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING TITLES] [INT. DOWNTON - MORNING] [Edith hands out the post.] Lady Edith: Mary, the men are arranging the concert now and they're so anxious for us both to be in it or there'll be no girls at all. Please say you will. Lady Mary: Do I have to? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Yes, you do. Keeping their spirits up is an important part of the cure and it's so very little to ask. Isobel Crawley: What's going on? Lady Edith: The men are putting on a concert. Isobel Crawley: Can I help? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Edith has it under control. Lady Edith: I do if Mary's willing. Lady Mary: Oh, all right. One song, and that's your lot. Isobel Crawley: What time is Dr Clarkson round? Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's already happened. Isobel Crawley: Without me? Why? I'm not very late. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We didn't see the need to wait. Mrs Hughes, I need to steal you for a minute. I have to check the linen books. Isobel Crawley: But I went over them last week. Mrs Hughes: Very good, milady. I'll get started. Isobel Crawley: Surely I can-- Cora, Countess of Grantham: Anna, can you tell Mrs Patmore it'd be easier for me to go through the menus this afternoon. Anna: Of course, Your Ladyship. Isobel Crawley: Cousin Cora-- Cora, Countess of Grantham: Please, can it wait? I've a mountain to get through. [Isobel's left standing in the entry with her clipboard, feeling superfluous.] [INT. RECREATION ROOM - MORNING] Lady Edith: There's a parcel for you. Officer: Thank you. Lady Edith: There's a little one for you. [Edith hands a small package to an officer.] Lady Edith: This one looks as if it's been opened, but it hasn't. [Lady Edith hears a giggle and looks over to see Ethel leaning close to Major Bryant.] Lady Edith: Ethel, have you nothing to do? [Ethel leaves just as Mrs Hughes enters.] Major Bryant: I was keeping her talking. You mustn't blame her. Lady Edith: I don't. [Mrs Hughes looks disapprovingly at Major Bryant and walks away.] [EXT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] [Mary and Violet walk towards the house.] Lady Mary: What a lovely day. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Are you quite sure about Lavinia? Lady Mary: She wasn't Sir Richard's mistress. She gave him the evidence to settle a debt of...someone she loved. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And this is your beau, is it? A man who lends money, then uses it to blackmail the recipient? Lady Mary: He lives in a tough world. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: (sigh) And will you be joining him there? Lady Mary: Richard Carlisle is powerful. He's rich and getting richer. He wants to buy a proper house, you know. With an estate. He says, "After the wr, the market will be flooded and we can take our pick." Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh. [Violet walks towards a bench.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And you can dance on the grave of a fallen family. [They sit.] Lady Mary: They will fall. Lots of them. Some won't rise again, but I don't intend to be among them. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: That leaves Matthew. Lady Mary: That's done now, Granny. Finished. It's time to move forward. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What about Sybil? Does she have anyone in her sights? Lady Mary: Not that I know of. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Are you sure she has no chap in mind? How odd. I had an endless series of crushes at her age. Lady Mary: I don't think so. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Not even some man she doesn't care to mention? Lady Mary: What do you mean? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, wr breaks down barriers, and when peacetime re-erects them, it can be very easy to find oneself on the wrong side. Lady Mary: Really, Granny. How can you say that I am too worldly, but Sybil's not worldly enough? You cannot be so contrary. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'm a woman, Mary. I can be as contrary as I choose. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Isobel Crawley: But I don't understand. The patients are always served their luncheon at half past twelve. Mrs Patmore: Well, today they'll be served at one. Mrs Hughes: Is there something I can help with? Isobel Crawley: Mrs Patmore seems to be disobeying my instructions, and I can't get to the reason why. Mrs Hughes: If you mean the patients' new lunchtime, Her Ladyship felt that it made the staff luncheon unreasonably early. She moved it so that they could eat at noon. Isobel Crawley: But that will interfere with the nurses' shifts. Mrs Hughes: Oh, no, she's altered those, too. Isobel Crawley: Has she indeed? Well, we'll see about that. [Isobel leaves.] Mrs Hughes: It was always a question of when. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S WRITING ROOM - DAY] [Isobel knocks at the door and opens it.] Isobel Crawley: May I have a word? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Can it wait? Isobel Crawley: No, it cannot wait. [Isobel enters and closes the door.] Isobel Crawley: I've just come from downstairs where I learned that my timetable has been wantonly disregarded. Cora, Countess of Grantham: If you mean the new lunchtime, the wretched servants were having to eat at eleven, and then starve until their tea at six. So, I felt-- Isobel Crawley: I also discovered that you've torn up the nurses' timetable. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I've haven't torn up anything-- Isobel Crawley: Of course, it would be foolish to accuse you of being unprofessional, since you've never had a profession in your life. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Now, just a minute-- Isobel Crawley: You may think that you have the right to ordain the universe, but in this field-- Cora, Countess of Grantham: No, not in this field. In this house, yes, I do have the right. Given me by Dr Clarkson, and by the law of the land. This is my house. And I am in charge right alongside you. And if you would stop your bullying-- Isobel Crawley: That's enough, I will not listen to this. [Cora glares at Isobel.] Isobel Crawley: If I am not appreciated here, I will seek some other place where I will make a difference. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Good. Isobel Crawley: I mean it! I cannot operate where I am not valued. You must see that. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Certainly. [Isobel's face falls.] Isobel Crawley: I shall go. I will. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Perhaps it would be best. [Isobel starts to panic.] Isobel Crawley: I repeat, I mean it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm sure you do. And so do I. [Cora turns back to her desk and Isobel's jaw drops.] [EXT. DOWNTON GARAGE - DAY] [Sybil visits Branson while he works on the car.] Lady Sybil: Why did you promise Carson not to stage anymore protests when you wouldn't promise me? [Branson looks at Sybil.] Branson: I had my reasons. Lady Sybil: You won't be content to stay at Downton forever, will you? Tinkering away at an engine instead of fighting for freedom? I thought you'd join the rising in Dublin last Easter. Branson: Might've...if it hadn't been put down in six short bloody weeks. But don't fret. The real fight for Ireland will come after the wr and I'll be ready for it. [Mary pauses on her way to the garage when she sees them talking.] BRANSON (distant) You're not the only one. [Back to Branson and Sybil.] Branson: The truth is, I'll stay in Downton until you want to run away with me. Lady Sybil: Don't be ridiculous. Branson: You're too scared to admit it, but you're in love with me. Lady Mary: Branson, could you take me into Ripon at three? [To Sybil] I'm getting some things for Mama, is there anything you want? Lady Sybil: Nothing you can find in Ripon. [Sybil gives Branson an irritated look as she marches off. Branson watches her leave and Mary watches Branson before turning back to the house. ] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, OFFICE - DAY] Dr Clarkson: Well, it is her house. Isobel Crawley: Does that mean she's suddenly received a medical training? Dr Clarkson: No. Isobel Crawley: Or are you like everyone else in thinking that, because she's a countess, she has acquired universal knowledge by divine intervention? Dr Clarkson: Mrs Crawley, convalescent homes are not about medical training. They are far more to do with good food, fresh air, and clean sheets. Isobel Crawley: Very well. I've had a letter from a cousin in Paris who is working for the wounded and missing inquiry department. They've opened a branch in northern France under the aegis of the Red Cross. I shall offer them my services. Dr Clarkson: That's-- that's very drastic. Isobel Crawley: I have to go where I am useful. And that place, I'm afraid, is no longer Downton Abbey. Dr Clarkson: You'll be missed. Isobel Crawley: By you, possibly. I hope so, anyway. But not, I think, by Lady Grantham. [INT. RECREATION ROOM - DAY] [Edith plays and Mary sings as they practice for the concert.] Lady Mary: ♫ If you were the only girl in the world and I were the only boy. ♫ [Robert enters as they finish and applauds with the officers.] Lady Edith: (sighs) I wish we had a man. Lady Mary: Amen. Lady Edith: It would sound so much richer. But all the volunteers are spoken for. [Mary walks to her father.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: How's it going? Lady Mary: All right, I suppose. If you don't mind singers who can't sing and actors who can't act. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It helps to keep their spirits up. Lady Mary: So they say. Although I can't think why. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I had a letter this morning from Sir Richard Carlisle. Lady Mary: Oh? Robert, Earl of Grantham: He-- [Robert waits for an officer to pass by.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: He tells me he proposed when he was staying here. He apologises for not asking my permission, but he's asking it now. Well, have you decided? Is that why he's written? Lady Mary: No. But I have made the decision. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Which is? Lady Mary: I think I should take him. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Do you really, my darling? I wish I could believe in your motives. Lady Mary: Why? What were your motives when you married Mama? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Your mother has made me very happy. Lady Mary: Perhaps Sir Richard will make me very happy. Robert, Earl of Grantham: What about Matthew? Lady Mary: Not you, too. Poor Matthew. What must he do to persuade you he's in love with Lavinia? Open his chest and carve her name on his heart? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Write to him. Tell him of your plans with Carlisle. You owe him that. Lady Mary: I don't think I owe him anything. But I'll write to him if you like. [Robert watches her leave.] [EXT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] [Branson packs Isobel's bags on the car.] Isobel Crawley: I'll try to send you an address, but you can always get me through the Red Cross. Mr Molesley: Very good, Ma'am. [Isobel turns to the maid/cook.] Isobel Crawley: And I'll try to contact Captain Crawley, explain to him what's happened. If he does get leave, he'll probably come to me or stay in London. But if I miss him, and he turns up here, I know you'll look after him. Mrs Bird: Of course I will, Ma'am. Isobel Crawley: Cook him what he likes, not what's good for him. [Mrs Bird chuckles.] Mrs Bird: Y--you don't know when you'll be back? [Isobel steps into the car.] Isobel Crawley: I don't think one knows anything in wartime. I'll try to give you warning. But in the mean time, look after yourselves. Now, I mustn't miss my train. [Branson closes the door. Molesley and Bird smile at Isobel and she looks upset as she contemplates her decision for a moment before they drive off.] Mr Molesley: So, what now? [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Sybil finishes her hair as Mary enters.] Lady Mary: Anna said you were honouring us with your presence at dinner. Lady Sybil: It's easier here in the hospital. And I can always get changed back into my uniform if I need to. Lady Mary: What were you talking to Branson about? When I came into the yard? Lady Sybil: Nothing. [Sybil walks away from the mirror.] Lady Mary: Then why were you there? Lady Sybil: Why were you there? Lady Mary: Because I was ordering the motor. That is why one talks to chauffeurs, isn't it? To plan journeys by road. Lady Sybil: He is a person. He can discuss other things. Lady Mary: I'm sure he can. But not with you. Lady Sybil: What do you want from me? Am I to see if Sir Richard Carlisle has a younger brother? One who's even richer than he is? Lady Mary: Darling, what's the matter with you? I'm on your side. Lady Sybil: Then be on my side! [EXT. BATTLEFRONT, TRENCHES - DAY] [Matthew reads Mary's letter.] Lady Mary: "So there we have it. I look forward to introducing the two of you, just as soon as you are next at home, which naturally, I trust will be very soon indeed. Please be glad for me, as I will always be for you. Your affectionate cousin, Mary." [note actually reads: "...happy to hear has come to pass. I look forward to introducing you to Sir Richard, just as soon as..."] Matthew Crawley: No, we don't need anyone with us. The Sergeant knows what we're doing. [Matthew picks up the stuffed dog that Mary gave him, which is sitting next to Lavinia's picture.] William: But what are we patrol in for? Matthew Crawley: You've been taking those logic pills again. This is the army, Mason. We're going on a patrol, because we're going on a patrol. William: Has Mary set a date yet for the wedding? Matthew Crawley: She doesn't say. I think she's hoping the wr will be over soon and they can set a date then. William: She could've waited and told you when she saw you. Matthew Crawley: I don't think she knows I'm due back. Have you warned Daisy or will it be a surprise? William: No, I told her we're coming to Downton first. Then I'll visit me dad and go back to see her for a day at the end. Matthew Crawley: Just think fresh Yorkshire air followed by London and Miss Swire. William: All right for some, sir. Matthew Crawley: You'd never swap though, would you? William: No, I'd never swap. [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] [Thomas and O'Brien on a smoke break.] O'Brien: Bates in a pub? I can't see that. I think your pal's mistaken. [Daisy walks by.] Thomas: He met him here twice before the wr. Listen, "I said to him, 'Hello, Mr Bates.' and he walked off and wouldn't serve me after." O'Brien: Next thing you know, we'll have Anna running across the county dragging him back by his stick. Thomas: I'm surprised he isn't here of his own accord with His Lordship having no valet since the loony went. O'Brien: Don't speak ill of Mr Lang. Thomas: You're a funny one. Talk about sweet and sour. Better get back. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Mrs Bird: Want a cup? Mr Molesley: Not really. Mrs Bird: What were you doing? Mr Molesley: Let's see. I've tidied the study, twice. And I've rearranged the coats in the hall. I might check his clothes for moth. What about you? Mrs Bird: We've cleaned everything three times over. And I've sent Beth into the village for some eggs to pickle, though the mistress doesn't really like them. Mr Molesley: Well, she never eats properly anyway. Not on her own. I [?] can't do much with supper on a tray. [A dirty, homeless man walks into the kitchen with a cane.] Stranger: Beg pardon for troubling you, only the door was open. Mr Molesley: Yeah, but the front gate was not. Stranger: No. Mrs Bird: What do you want? Stranger: Have you got any spare food? Mrs Bird: Spare food? What's that when it's at home? [The man nods and starts to leave.] Mr Molesley: Hang on, hang on. Wait. You from around here? Stranger: Not far. I used to work on the farm once, but, er... [He indicates his cane and bad leg.] Stranger: Not anymore. Mr Molesley: You get that in the wr? Stranger: Don't pity me. I'm one of the lucky ones. [Moseley and Mrs Bird exchange a look.] Mrs Bird: I might have something for you. Mr Molesley: Come on. [EXT. BATTLEFRONT - DAY] [Matthew and William sneak along a hedgerow. A cigarette drops in front of Matthew and they duck into hiding. Germans stand around talking above them. Matthew motions and they head back the way they came. They rush through some woods and find some patrolling Germans. More German soldiers appear behind them. They make a run for it as the Germans open fre.] [EXT/INT. DOWNTON, LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - DAY] [Mr Molesley walks to Downton. He approaches Mr Carson who is sweeping Lord Grantham's uniform and knocks on the door frame.] Mr Carson: Hello, Mr Molesley. Mr Molesley: They told me you were up here. I hope you don't mind my bothering you. Mr Carson: Not a bit. What can I do for you? Mr Molesley: Well, actually, Mr Carson I've been thinking there might be something I could do for you. Mr Carson: Mm? Mr Molesley: That brushing, for instance. [Mr Carson chuckles and hands Mr Molesley the brush.] Mr Molesley: I don't like having nothing to do. What with Captain Crawley away at the wr and with his mother in France alongside him, and then His Lordship's without a valet a--and your plate is piled so high. Mr Carson: I am quite occupied, it's true. Mr Molesley: So, I thought I'd look in and give you a hand. Brushing, mending, cleaning shoes, whatever's needed. Mr Carson: Well, that's kind of you, Mr Molesley. We shall have to watch ourselves or else His Lordship will want to pinch you off Captain Crawley. [Molesley chuckles.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] Daisy: But he said he'd be here by now and he's not. Mrs Hughes: You mustn't worry about him, Daisy. Daisy: I'm not worried like that exactly. But this is William. I think we should all be worried. Mrs Hughes: Anything might've happened. Maybe his leave was cancelled. At times like these, people vanish and turn up again in the strangest places. Daisy: Like Mr Bates in that pub. [Daisy realises Mrs Hughes has stopped walking and turns around to look at her.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] Mr Carson: Working in a public house? Daisy: That's what he said. I thought they'd have told you. Mr Carson: That doesn't seem likely that a trained valet like Mr Bates would be content to work in a public house. Daisy: Well, that's what he said. Mr Carson: Have you mentioned this to Anna? Daisy: I haven't said anything to anyone. I thought you all knew. Perhaps you should ask Thomas. Mr Carson: Oh, I will ask Thomas, don't you worry about that, my girl. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Didn't it occur to you that we might be interested to hear it? Thomas: Not particularly. As far as I knew, Mr Bates had left your employment. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You didn't think to tell Carson? Thomas: I'm not under Mr Carson's command now, Your Lordship. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [Mrs Patmore finds Daisy reading at the table while Ethel knits and O'Brien sews.] Mrs Patmore: [?] Daisy! Go to bed before you strain your eyes. [Daisy heads out, but Thomas blocks her way as he enters.] Thomas: Thank you, Daisy for telling Mr Carson all about my private letter. Daisy: I didn't know it was a secret. Sorry if I was wrong. Thomas: There's no "if" about it. [Daisy leaves.] O'Brien: Why answer His Lordship at all? Thomas: What did you want me to do? Tell him to get knotted? O'Brien: He doesn't pay your wages. Thomas: I'll say. But I won't put you down for a career in diplomacy, then. O'Brien: What's he after? To get Bates back? Thomas: If Mr Bates wanted his job back, he'd have written for it himself. Ethel: Why would he want his job back? He's like you, he got away. Thomas: He's not very like me, thank you. Ethel: But you're both free of all the bowing and scraping and "Yes, my lord" and "No, my lord." I envy him. I envy you. 'Cause I'm ready for a new adventure and I don't care who hears me. O'Brien: Well, you know what they say, be careful what you wish for. [EXT. DOWNTON, GROUNDS - MORNING] [Sybil walks the grounds alone, mulling over what Branson said.] BRANSON (V.O.) But the truth is, I'll stay at Downton until you want to run away with me. [INT. LIBRARY - MORNING] [Robert reads a telegram. Anna enters.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Ah, good morning, Anna. Anna: You sent for me, milord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I did. Come in. I have something to tell you, but I hope I'm right. Carson didn't want you to be troubled with it. Anna: Is this about Mr Bates, milord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes, it is. I've no wish to upset you, but it seems he may be back in Yorkshire working in a public house. We don't yet know where. Anna: The Red Lion in Kirkbymoorside. Robert, Earl of Grantham (surprised): Oh. You've seen him, then? Anna: I have. Yes, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And he's well? Anna: He is. He's not been back to Downton for two reasons. He's hoping to settle certain matters first with Mrs Bates. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And does he think he can? Anna: He believes so, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Very good. And what is his second reason for avoiding us? Anna: He says he parted with Your Lordship on bad terms. He felt it might be embarrassing. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, it is for me to feel embarrassed. [EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] Mrs Patmore: I had to get out of that kitchen if I'm not to be found dad under the table. It's like cooking a banquet three times a day. Daisy: It is a lot of extra work, whatever they say. Even with the helpers. Mrs Patmore: Huh. Don't think they lighten the load. [They see a bunch of wr-wounded men walking to the Crawley house.] Mrs Patmore: Mrs Bird? What's going on? Mrs Bird: I knew I'd be found out sooner or later. At least it's you. Mrs Patmore: Found out doing what? Mrs Bird: What does it look like? Mrs Patmore: Well, I don't know what it looks like. Except some kind of soup kitchen. Mrs Bird: You better come inside. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, KITCHEN - DAY] [The men gather to get food.] Mrs Bird: One at a time. Take a piece of bread Mrs Patmore: Right. Daisy, stand there. Give them a bowl and a spoon. When did all this start? Mrs Bird: That fella turned up asking for food. Then he came back next day with a friend. And here we are. Daisy: What does Mrs Crawley say? Mrs Bird: She doesn't know yet. I suppose she'll put a stop to it when she gets back from France. Mrs Patmore: I hope not. Mrs Bird: To be honest, Mrs Patmore, I'm not sure I can manage much longer. Mrs Patmore: Well, how often do you do it? Mrs Bird: Plan to get it down to once a week and give 'em only the cheapest cuts, but it is my money. And I don't know how much-- Mrs Patmore: No, hold it right there. If we can't feed a few soldiers in our own village, them as have taken the bllet or worse for king and country, then I don't know what. [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] [Daisy walks in with a basket of firewood while the officers are sitting at tables around the room.] Daisy: Sorry about this, milady. Only there's no footmen to do it now. Lady Edith: I don't mind. You better run before Mrs Hughes sees you. Daisy: Milady, could I ask something? [Edith nods.] Daisy: Only, William, who was in service here… Lady Edith: I know William. Daisy: Well, he's missing. That is, he was supposed to be back on leave, but he never turned up. He wrote he was coming home for a few days with Captain Crawley. Lady Edith: Is William your beau? Daisy: I wouldn't say that. No, milady. We're all very fond of William downstairs. Lady Edith: Of course you are. Well, I'm sure it's nothing, but I'll see what I can find out. Daisy: Thank you. [Daisy goes back to building a fre.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: But how do you know they didn't change their plans? Lady Edith: Well, of course I don't, but the poor girl seemed quite certain. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Just when Isobel is away and none of us know where she is. Typical. Lady Edith: I suppose Matthew might've heard from Cousin Isobel and decided to meet up in France instead. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But that wouldn't explain why William isn't here. I'll do what I can. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] [Mrs Patmore orders the cook's helper at the stove.] Mrs Patmore: No! Don't stop stirring, the bottom'll burn. [Mrs Patmore orders the cook's helper carrying some chickens.] Mrs Patmore: You can leave those to Daisy. That's it Daisy. Put them in the special storage area. What do you want? O'Brien: Can I borrow some baking soda? Mrs Patmore: Borrow? Why? Are you planning to give it back? [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I might go over to Moulton tomorrow. Agatha [?] promoting her charity fair. Do you need the motor? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm afraid I do. Can you get Pratt to take you in the other car? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Doesn't matter, I can go on Monday. But why? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm told Bates is working at a public house in Kirkbymoorside. I want to investigate. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I can't decide which part of that speech is the most extraordinary. Why can't someone else go? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Because I want to go myself. [The telephone rings and Carson goes to answer it.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: So, Sybil, what are you up to, dear? Lady Sybil: Nothing much. Working. I don't have time to get up to anything else. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Only, Mary and I were talking about you. You know, the other day. Lady Sybil: Oh? Lady Mary (mouths): I didn't say anything. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes, you see, sometimes in wr, one can make friendships that aren't quite…appropriate. And can be awkward, you know, later on. I mean, we've all done it. I just want you to be on your guard. Lady Sybil: Appropriate for whom? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, don't jump down my throat, dear. I'm only offering friendly advice. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Why do you want to see Bates? To give him his old job back? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not entirely. I mainly want to see him because we parted badly. [Carson re-enters.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Telephone call for you, milord. Cora, Countess of Grantham: If you did, I'm sure it's his fault. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, it was mine. [Robert gets up from the table and exits into the next room, which is full of the officer's loud conversation.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, really. It's like living in a second rate hotel where the guests keep arriving and no one seems to leave. (sigh) [After dinner, the ladies exit the dining room and Robert finishes up his phone call.] Robert, Earl of Grantham (on the telephone): I see. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I had an idea of going up to London for some… Robert, Earl of Grantham (on the telephone): Yes. Thank you for letting me know. Lady Edith: Are you all right, Papa? Robert, Earl of Grantham: That was the wr office. Matthew and William went out on a patrol a few days ago and they haven't been seen since. Lady Edith: Oh, my God. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Let's not fall to pieces quite yet. It happens all the time, apparently, and the men turn up in one field hospital or another. Lady Edith: But they are treating them as Missing In Action? Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's too early for that. There could be lots of things to explain it. Lady Edith: You mean they could've been taken prisoner. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's possible. Don't say anything to Mary. Or your mother. Or anyone, in fact. Not yet. I shouldn't really have told you. Lady Edith: What about Cousin Isobel? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't know how to contact her. Anyway, she's in France. She may hear before we do. [Robert takes Edith's hand.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] O'Brien: I'm not accusing her of anything. I did wonder if you were aware of this special storage area. Mrs Hughes: I daresay Mrs Patmore has her own system like we all do. O'Brien: Right. Well, I'll say goodnight. Mrs Hughes: Goodnight. [O'Brien leaves as Mr Molesley puts on his jacket to leave.] Mrs Hughes: Ah, Mr Molesley. You're very late. Mr Molesley: I was doing some invisible mending on one of his coats. I got a bit carried away. But I'm-- I'm quite pleased with the way it turned out. Mrs Hughes: I don't see why you can't dress him. Until there's a new valet, it'd be a blessing to Mr Carson. Mr Molesley: I'd be happy to if it'd help. Mrs Hughes: Keep this up and we won't be able to do without you at all. Mr Molesley: There's no reason why you should. Oh, er, I may be wrong, but I thought I saw one of the officers by the main staircase just now. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation. Mrs Hughes: Let's hope so. Goodnight. [Molesley nods to her and exits. Mrs Hughes takes a breath and heads down the servants' bedroom corridor. She checks the housemaids' bedroom and finds Anna there, but not Ethel. Then she hears giggling and opens the next room and turns on the light to find Major Bryant naked under a sheet with Ethel.] Major Bryant: What the bloody...? Mrs Hughes: Ethel! Major Bryant: We were only-- Mrs Hughes: I know precisely what you were doing, Major. I may not be a woman of the world, but I don't live in a sack! Now, if you will kindly take your things and go downstairs. [Major Bryant goes without protest, a blanket wrapped around his waist.] Mrs Hughes: Ethel, you are dismissed without notice and without a character. You will please leave before breakfast. Ethel: I didn't think how-- Mrs Hughes: No. And that's a problem. You never do. [Mrs Hughes marches out angry and Ethel is left to panic over her situation.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - NIGHT] Mrs Bird: And you're not nervous? Mr Molesley: Well, I gather His Lordship knows his own mind, but I've no difficulty with that. Mrs Bird: You'll enjoy working in a big household. Better than staring at me night after night. What would you say if they ask you to stay? Mr Molesley: It would be a big step up for me, there's no point in denying it. Mrs Bird: Because I think they might. Mr Molesley: Do you really, Mrs Bird? Mrs Bird: There goes Mr Molesley, valet to the Earl of Grantham. [They laugh.] Mr Molesley (laughing): Stop it. [INT. HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - MORNING] [Ethel cries as she packs.] Anna: But why? What could you have possibly done that's so terrible? Ethel: Have you taken everything of mine from there? [Anna goes to the wardrobe to get more of Ethel's things.] Anna: Would you like me to speak to her? Because I can. Ethel: No, she wouldn't listen. Anna: She's not a bad person, Mrs Hughes. I know she can be strict, but she's not-- Ethel: She wouldn't listen. [Anna tries to comfort Ethel as she breaks down.] [INT. THE RED LION - MORNING] [The doorbell rings.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: We're closed. [Bates turns around to see Robert.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - MORNING] Anna: I know Ethel can be difficult, but she was very sorry for her mistake, whatever it was. Mrs Hughes: I'm sure. It's cost her her job. Anna: But surely-- Mrs Hughes: Nevermind why she's gone. She's gone. And there's an end to it. By the way, I hear Mr Bates is back in the county. Mr Carson says you know all about it. I gather His Lordship has gone to see him. Anna: I know. He told me he was going. Mrs Hughes: Why in heavens name didn't you mention any of it to me? Anna: It wasn't my secret to tell. [INT. THE RED LION - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm glad to hear it. But Carson said your wife made all sorts of thrat. Mr Bates: She won't carry them out. Not now. Since I've left Downton, I've discovered that she was untrue to me. I may have been as bad in my heart, milord, but I've done nothing to be ashamed of. The point is, I can divorce her now, whether she likes it or not. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But what's to stop her blurting out her stories to the press? Mr Bates: If she agrees to keep silent, I will give her whatever she wants. She can't hold me now, so her choice is between poverty and plenty. Robert, Earl of Grantham: And what was the tale she was going to tell? Carson never made it clear. Mr Bates: Some silly nonsense, milord. I wouldn't waste your time with it. What's the news from Downton? [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Mrs Hughes: Daisy, you're not to worry about William. I spoke to His Lordship earlier. He says you're not to be concerned until we know more. Daisy: But he is missing. I mean, they don't know where he is, or Captain Crawley, do they? Mrs Hughes: There could be a hundred explanations. O'Brien: Yes. And one of them is that they're dad. Don't mistake me. I hope very much they're not. But we ought to face the truth. Mrs Hughes: What may be the truth. And what very well may not. [Mrs Hughes meets Anna on her way out.] Mrs Hughes: Anna, do you think that Mr Bates will come back? Anna: That's for him to say. Daisy: I hope he does. He always seems a romantic figure to me. O'Brien: Does he? How do you define romantic? Thomas: It's no good in thinking you can set up here without a moment's notice when you [?]. Mrs Hughes: Why is that, Thomas? Because a place is already taken? [Anna sits down across from Thomas and O'Brien.] [INT. THE RED LION - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I hate the word "missing." It seems to leave so little room for optimism. I tell myself it's too early to despair...but to be honest, Bates, I don't think I can bear it. Losing Patrick was bad enough, but now the thought o Matthew gone...and the future once again destroyed. More than all that, I loved him like a son. No, I love him. Let's stay in the present tense while we still can. So, will you come back with me and help me through the veil of shadow? Mr Bates: It's not what I expected, my lord, but I will, if you want me to. [Robert nods.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I misjudged you Bates, and I abused you when we parted. I should've had more faith. I'm sorry. Mr Bates: God knows, you've shown more faith in my than I had any right to. [EXT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] [Daisy and Mrs Patmore carry baskets of food to Mrs Bird.] Mrs Patmore: Here you are. We have this [?] [O'Brien watches them from a distance.] [INT. DOWNTON - DAY] [Mary enters the corridor to find Sybil pulling out some candles.] Lady Mary: Sybil. I never said anything to Granny, honestly. Lady Sybil: Then why did she suddenly start talking about inappropriate friendships out of nowhere? Lady Mary: She thinks you must have a beau, and if we don't know about him, then you have to be keeping him secret. It's just Granny being Granny. Don't make such a thing of it. Lady Sybil: I don't deserve to be told off. Not by her or by you. Nothing's happened. Lady Mary: Why? What might've happened? Lady Sybil: I mean it. We haven't kissed or anything. I don't think we've shaken hands. I'm not even sure if I like him like that. He says I do, but I'm still not sure. Lady Mary: We are talking about…? Lady Sybil: Branson. Yes. Lady Mary: The chauffeur? Branson? Lady Sybil: Oh, how disappointing of you. Lady Mary: I'm just trying to get it straight in my head. You and the chauffeur. Lady Sybil: Oh, no, you know I don't care about all of that. Lady Mary: Oh, darling, darling, don't be such a baby. This isn't fairyland. What did you think? You'd marry the chauffeur and we'd all come to tea? Lady Sybil: Don't be silly. I told you, I don't even think I like him. Lady Mary: What has he said to you? Lady Sybil: That he loves me and he wants me to run away with him. Lady Mary: Good God in heaven. Lady Sybil: He is frightfully full of himself. Lady Mary: You don't say. Lady Sybil: I haven't encouraged him. I haven't said anything, really. Lady Mary: You haven't given him away, though? LADY SYBIL (surprised and worried) Will you? Lady Mary: Well, I won't betray him on one condition: you must promise not to do anything stupid. [Sybil looks down.] Lady Mary: You must promise now, or I'll tell Papa tonight. LADY SYBIL (reluctant) I promise. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Mr Bates enters through the servants' door with his bag. Mrs Hughes comes into the hallway, surprised to find Bates. She smiles.] Mrs Hughes: Mr Bates. You're a sight for sore eyes. Welcome home. Mr Bates: Thank you, Mrs Hughes. [Anna steps into the corridor.] Anna: Thought it was you. Mr Bates: Hello. Mrs Hughes: Come a way in, and give some substance to the gossip of your return. Mr Carson: You'll find things a bit different from when you left, Mr Bates. Mr Bates: Downton at w*r? Mr Carson: Precisely. There's some extra help in the kitchen, all very nice people. And the nurses of course, but they live down at the hospital. Anna: Except for Lady Sybil. Thomas: Nurse Crawley, please. Mr Bates: So, we've both returned, you and I. Couple of bad pennies. Thomas: I haven't. O'Brien: Thomas means he's not here as a servant. He manages the house. He's a sergeant now. Thomas: I take orders from Major Clarkson. He runs this place on behalf of the army medical corps. Mr Bates: Yet another reason to pray for peace. [Mrs Hughes smiles in amusement.] Mr Bates: I heard about William from His Lordship. And Captain Crawley. Anna: I'm sure they're all right. [They hear a door bang open and Mr Molesley runs down the corridor.] Mr Molesley: Sorry I'm late. Has the dressing gong rung yet? Mrs Hughes: You're not late, Mr Molesley, but er-- Mr Carson: Mr Bates is back, and you reminded me I better ring it now. Mr Molesley (still panting): Are you staying for good? Mr Bates: I'd need a crystal ball to answer that, but I'll stay for now. Have you been standing in for me? Mr Molesley: I was going to starting tonight, yeah. Mr Bates: Then you'll be relieved to see me. Mr Molesley: Oh, tremendously. Mr Bates: What's that? Mr Molesley: It's a new kind of shoehorn. I bought it for His Lordship. Mr Bates: That's very kind of you, Mr Molesley, thank you. [Mr Molesley is forced to give Bates the shoehorn. Carson rings the dressing gong in the distance.] Thomas: Daisy, fetch me some more tea. Daisy: Thomas, I've got dinner-- Thomas: Hot this time, and it's Sergeant Barrow to you. O'Brien: Watch yourself, Mr Bates. Thomas is in charge now, and it won't do to get on the wrong side of him. Mr Bates: Is there a right side? [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, I don't believe it. Why would she sell food to Mrs Bird? It makes no sense. O'Brien: Well, I can't confirm the details of the arrangement. Maybe they both sell it and divide the proceeds. Either way, I felt you should know. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Have you said anything to Mrs Hughes or Carson? O'Brien: I've tried with her, but there's none so blind as them that will not see. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm curious. Next time, come and fetch me. [INT. DOWNTON GARAGE - EVENING] Lady Sybil: So, Bates is back. Papa must be pleased. Branson: And Mr Carson won't be sorry. Lady Sybil: Branson, there's something you ought to know. I've told Mary. Branson: I see. Well, that's me finished then. Without a reference. Lady Sybil: No, she's not like that. You don't know her. She wouldn't give us away. Branson: But you won't encourage us? Lady Sybil: No. Why are you smiling? I thought you'd be angry. Branson: Because that's the first time you've ever spoken about "us". [Sybil blushes, surprised by what she said.] Branson: If you didn't care, you would've told them months ago. Lady Sybil: Oh, I see. Because I don't want you to lose your job, it must mean I'm madly in love with you. Branson: Well, doesn't it? Lady Sybil: You say I'm a free spirit, and I hope I am. But you're asking me to give up my whole world and everyone in it. Branson: And that's too high a price to pay? Lady Sybil: It is a high price. I love my parents, you don't know them. And I love my sisters and my friends. Branson: I'm not asking you to give them up forever. And when they come around, I will welcome them with open arms. Lady Sybil: And what about your people? Would they accept me? And what about my work? Branson: What work? Bringing hot drinks to a lot of randy officers? Look, it comes down to whether or not you love me. That's all. That's it. The rest is detail. [EXT. COURTYARD - EVENING] Mr Bates: I've written to Vera spelling out the case and how she cannot win it. Then I have told her I will be generous if she will cooperate. Anna: But you're ready to give her everything. Because I am. Mr Bates: Whatever it takes, I want a clean break and not an open wound if we can just be patient a little while longer. [Anna nods and Bates pulls her to his chest.] Mr Bates: We shouldn't be outside. It's cold. Anna: I'll be patient and bear anything. Except for you to go away again. Mr Bates: No. It's done. You're stuck with me now. For good an proper. [INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Edith meets Mary in the corridor.] Lady Edith: There's something you ought to know. Papa said not to tell you, but I don't think he's right. Lady Mary: Go on. Lady Edith: Matthew's missing. He was on patrol and he's just sort of...vanished. Papa hasn't told anyone. Not even Mama. I only know because I was there when he found out. It didn't seem right to keep you in the dark. [Mary nods.] Lady Edith: I'm not trying to upset you, truly. Lady Mary: For once in my life, I believe you. [Mary continues down the corridor and stops around the corner, overcome. Anna walks into the corridor and finds Mary close to tears.] Anna: They've told you, then. Lady Mary: Do they all know downstairs? [Anna nods.] Anna: William's missing, too. I think everyone knows except Her Ladyship. Lady Mary: I wish Edith had left it till the morning. I could've faced it all with one more night of sleep. [Anna leads Mary into another room.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, KITCHEN - MORNING] Mr Molesley: [?] this is hot. Mrs Patmore: Daisy, spoons! Unless they're to drink directly from the bowl. Mr Molesley: Oh, oh. Mrs Bird: Do you think we have enough? Mr Molesley: Oh, you'll feed about fifty, I reckon. Mrs Bird: You got some more? Mrs Patmore: Yeah, that's the reckon. [Cora and O'Brien enter.] Mr Molesley: Yeah, there's plenty there. Mrs Bird: ...vegetable one... Mr Molesley: You won't have to feed a vegetable one.. [They all stare at Cora nervously.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: May we come in? Mrs Patmore: Your Ladyship. What a surprise. Cora, Countess of Grantham: O'Brien seemed to think that you and Mrs Bird were engaged in a commercial venture of some sort, so I came to see for myself. Mrs Bird: We are not, Your Ladyship. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I agree, that's not what it looks like. Mrs Patmore: We feed these men once a week, and I'm not ashamed of it. I--I'll be back before luncheon at the big house. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm sure. But is it true they're fed from our kitchens? Daisy: Only the stuff the army gives. They are soldiers. O'Brien: What did I tell you? Mrs Patmore: Daisy's right. We only use the food the army pay for, and all the men have served their country. [They all wait nervously for Cora's next move.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: In future, I would prefer it if you would use food paid for by the house. I don't want the army to accuse us of mismanagement. O'Brien: You mean, you're going to let them get away with it? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, more than that, I'm going to help them. And so are you. Molesley. Mr Molesley: Ma'am. Cora, Countess of Grantham: If you'd bring that table over, I suggest we divide the food. Then we can form two lines and it will go faster. [The servants smile at each other.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: O'Brien, you can manage the bread. [Cora takes off her coat.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Daisy. Daisy: Of course, milady. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What is it? Mr Molesley: Beef stew, ma'am. [Daisy directs the men to the kitchen.] Daisy: Stand over right there. [They all dish up food the soldiers as they enter the kitchen.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] [Robert talks with some officers. Dr Clarkson sees Thomas enter the room.] Dr Clarkson: Sergeant, one moment. [Thomas stops.] Dr Clarkson: I hear you're becoming mighty imperious in your manner with the staff here. Er, Daisy in particular. Just because you're a poacher turned gamekeeper, there's no need for rudeness. Thomas: No, sir. Dr Clarkson: So, mind what I say. [Thomas nods.] Dr Clarkson: Carry on. [Thomas leaves.] Dr Clarkson: I've done as you've asked, Mrs Hughes. I think Barrow has taken it on board. Mrs Hughes: He's getting grander than Lady Mary and that's saying something. [Dr Clarkson chuckles.] Dr Clarkson: Lady Grantham. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Hello, Dr Clarkson. [Dr Clarkson exits and Robert watches Cora as she ascends the stairs.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] O'Brien: It was Bates. I saw him watching you. He must've gone straight to the Major and sneaked on you the moment your back was turned. Thomas: Oh, well. Some things never change. O'Brien: Don't worry. He's more vulnerable than when he was last here. Thomas: Why? O'Brien: Because we know more. That's why. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Why haven't you told me till now? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm not sure. Perhaps I envied your ignorance. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm not giving up hope. Not yet. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Nor me, of course. But I think we should start to prepare. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Isobel doesn't know. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I haven't been able to reach her. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Have you said anything to Mary? [Mary appears in the doorway.] Lady Mary: Edith's already told me. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Has she? [Mary nods.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, I suppose it was too tempting to resist. Lady Mary: Oddly enough, I don't think she was trying to make trouble. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We ought to go down. It's time for the concert. Lady Mary: Who cares about the stupid concert? Robert, Earl of Grantham: The men do, and we should, too. Because we have to keep going whatever happens. We have to help each other to keep going. [Cora grasps Mary's hand as she and Robert head out. Mary stares at herself in the mirror across the room for a moment, then composes herself.] [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] [Edith plays the piano as an accent to Major Bryant's magic act. Edith tends to some of the officers.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Cora tells me Matthew's gone missing. Is that true? Robert, Earl of Grantham: There's no proof of anything yet. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I see. I need more than that to make me anxious. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm glad you would be anxious. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Of course I would be. We're used to Matthew now. God knows who the next heir will be. Probably a-- a chimney sweep from Solihull. [The audience applauds as Bryant finished his magic act. Edith turns around and nods to Mary, who walks to the front.] Lady Mary: Most of you won't know how rare it is to see my sister Edith and I pulling together in a double act. Cora, Countess of Grantham: A unicorn if ever there was one. Lady Mary: But in wartime, we – like all of you – have more important things to worry about. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the Crawley sisters. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, now I've seen everything. Lady Mary: ♫ Some times when I feel bad and things look blue I wish a pal I had, say one like you Someone within my heart to build a throne Someone who'd never part to call my own ♫ All: ♫ If you were the only girl in the world and I were the only boy ♫ [Branson watches Sybil as she sings.] All: ♫ Nothing else would matter in the world today We could go on loving in the same old way ♫ [Mary stops singing when she sees Matthew.] All: ♫ A garden… ♫ [The chorus fades out as they turn to see who Mary is looking at. Cora and Robert stand up in delight and Robert goes to shake Matthew's hand.] Lady Mary (whisper): Thank God. Robert, Earl of Grantham: My dear boy. My very dear boy. Matthew Crawley: Come on, don't stop for me. ♫ I would say such wonderful things to you ♫ [Matthew walks up the aisle to stand with Mary.] Matthew Crawley & Mary: ♫ There would be such wonderful things to do ♫ All: ♫ If you were the only girl in the world and I were the only boy ♫ [The audience applauds. William catches Daisy's eye. Smiles all around. Mary barely able to maintain her composure in her shock and joy.] [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] Matthew Crawley: Somehow we got lost and then we were trapped behind some Germans for three days, and when we got out of that, we stumbled into a field dressing station and we were immediately admitted. But we weren't in any danger, so they didn't inform our unit. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, they should've jolly well told us when you got back to base. Matthew Crawley: I hope you weren't really worried. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, you know us. We like to be sure of our hero at the front. Mrs Hughes: I beg your pardon, milord, but the Dowager Countess is leaving. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Ah. [Robert leaves.] Lady Mary: What will you do with the rest of your leave? Matthew Crawley: Well, since mother isn't here, I think I'll run up to London and see Lavinia. Lady Mary: Ah. [Mary nods, trying not to show her disappointment.] Matthew Crawley: I got your letter about Carlisle. Lady Mary: I hope you'll approve. I know you don't like him much now-- Matthew Crawley: I hardly know him, but I'm sure I'll like him when I do. That's if he's good to you. If he's not, he'll have me to answer to. [Anna walks to the servants' door with a tray and meets Bates.] Mr Bates: Who would've thought an amateur concert could be the summit of all joy? I've lived in such a fog of misery since I left you. I think I'd forgotten what happiness is. Anna: Me too. But now we must get used to feeling happy, and trust it. Mr Bates: God, I want to. [They smile at each other and Anna continues through the servants' door. Thomas and O'Brien have been watching.] O'Brien: Love's young dream, I don't think. Thomas: I'm not sure I care much. O'Brien: You going soft in your old age? Thomas: I don't like him because he's a patronizing bastard who sneaks behind me back, but I've got other things to worry about. O'Brien: Really? That's interesting. Thomas: Why? O'Brien: Because obviously I hold a grudge longer than you. [William talks with Mrs Patmore and Daisy.] Mrs Patmore: I knew nothing bad had happened. I felt it in me waters. William: What about you? Did you have me boxed up and buried? Daisy: I'm glad you're all right, honest. William: You should be. It's the thought of you that keeps me going. [A maid whispers something to Mrs Hughes. Major Bryant talks to another officer behind them.] Major Bryant: I think it will. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Mrs Hughes walks down the dark stairway.] Mrs Hughes: Hello? Hello? [Ethel steps slowly out of Mrs Hughes's dark sitting room.] Mrs Hughes: Ethel! What on earth are you doing here? Ethel: I had to come, Mrs Hughes. I'm sorry to push in, but I was sitting alone until I couldn't stand it no more. You've got to help me. Mrs Hughes: I haven't got to do anything. But what do you mean? "Help" with what? Is this about Major Bryant? [Ethel nods.] Mrs Hughes: I blame myself for not stepping in earlier, that I will admit. How long had it been going on? Ethel: Long enough to get me pregnant. Mrs Hughes, I'm going to have a baby.	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "02x04 - Episode Four"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] Amiens, 1918 [INT. BATTLEFRONT TRENCHES - MORNING] [William finishes helping Matthew dress.] Matthew Crawley: Am I ready? William: Only you can answer that, sir. Matthew Crawley: They're going to chuck everything they've got at us. William: Then we shall have to chuck it back, won't we, sir? Matthew Crawley: Quite right. [Matthew grabs his helmet and they head out. The men in the trenches read letters from home, smoke, and pray.] Matthew Crawley: Now, there's no point pretending this is going to be easy! [Matthew turns to a soldier standing next to him.] Matthew Crawley: How are you, Thompson? You've shaken that cold? Thompson: I'm all right, sir, thank you. Matthew Crawley: Good man. We're nearly there, chaps! Just hold fast! Won't be long now. Wakefield: We're with you, sir. Matthew Crawley: I know you are, . I can't tell you how much lighter that makes the task. [Matthew holds his watch, waiting as the seconds tick down.] Matthew Crawley: Brace up. Officer: Make bayonets! [The soldiers pull out the bayonets and fix them on their gn barrels. Matthew blows a whistle and the men climb out of the trenches yelling as they charge the enemy. Soldiers fall from gn and bmb.] [INT. DOWNTON, KITCHENS - MORNING] [Suddenly we're in the Downton kitchens. Daisy stands frozen for a moment at the stove.] Mrs Patmore: Daisy, what's ever the matter with you? Daisy: Someone walked over me grave. [Mrs Patmore rolls her eyes and walks off with a pot.] [The battle continues on the front.] Matthew Crawley: Forward! [INT. DONWTON, LIBRARY - MORNING] [We're back in the Downton library. Mary swoons and drops her teacup.] Lady Mary: I'm so sorry. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What happened? Lady Mary: I don't know. I suddenly felt terribly cold. [Back at the front, the British continue to advance. Matthew and William briefly find shelter in a dirt crater.] William: I won't be sorry when this one's over! [They climb out of the crater just as a bmb flies towards them.] William: Sir! [William jumps in front of Matthew. The bmb explodes and they fall back into the crater. The troops continue to advance and the Germans surrender. William and Matthew lie unconscious in the crater, William draped over Matthew's legs and torso.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [The door opens into the dark room. O'Brien comes in with a lamp and tugs Cora awake.] O'Brien: My lady. My lady, wake up. Robert, Earl of Grantham: What on earth? O'Brien: You better come downstairs. [INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT] Mr Molesley: I didn't know what else to do when I saw the telegram. I knew it was urgent. So, I hope it was right. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Quite right. Mrs Crawley won't mind my opening it. The main thing is, he's not dad. Not yet, anyway. They have patched him up. They're bringing him to the hospital in Downton. Cora, Countess of Grantham: When do they think he'll get here? Robert, Earl of Grantham: It doesn't say. Cora, Countess of Grantham: But how do we contact Isobel? And how will she get back? Robert, Earl of Grantham: One thing at a time. I'll ring the wr office in the morning. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Maybe they know she's out there. Perhaps she's with him now. Robert, Earl of Grantham: They wouldn't have sent a telegram here, and she'd have rung. No, it's the usual balls—usual mess up, I'm afraid. Mr Carson: Ahem. Beg pardon, my lord. But we're all very anxious to know the news. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Yes, of course. [Robert walks over to the door where the servants are gathered.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: It appears that a few days ago, Captain Crawley was wounded. It's serious, I'm afraid, but he's alive and on his way home to the hospital in the village. Mrs Hughes: Where there's life, there's hope. Daisy: What about William? Is he all right? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'll find out what I can tomorrow. I'm not sure there's much more we can do tonight. Mr Bates: William's father would have had a telegram if anything had happened. Lady Edith: I'll drive over in the morning. [Robert nods to Carson and everyone leaves. Mary goes to her father.] Lady Mary: Whatever you discover, tell me. Don't keep anything back. [Robert kisses Mary's cheek and she leaves.] [EXT. COURTYARD - MORNING] [Anna walks into the courtyard where Bates is shining shoes.] Anna: Lady Edith's back. William was caught in it. He's gone to some hospital in Leeds. Mr Bates: I'm very sorry. Anna: I might've known. We couldn't be the only household left untouched. Mr Bates: Will he come through it? Anna: Her Ladyship said it sounded bad, but we don't know more than that. Can you walk with me to the church this afternoon? Mr Bates: If you want me to. Anna: Because I'd like to say a prayer for them. For both of them. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] Dr Clarkson: We only cater for officers. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Dr Clarkson, I am no Jacobean revolutionary, nor do I seek to overthrow the civilised world. We just need one bed for a young man from this village. Dr Clarkson: And if it were within my power, you should have it. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Sir, you don't understand. William's father cannot afford to leave his farm and move to Leeds. Dr Clarkson: I'm very sorry. Really. But this is a military hospital, and it's not up to me to challenge the order of things. Lady Edith: I'll nurse him. I'm happy to do it. It wouldn't add to your work load. Dr Clarkson: If I were to break the rule for you, how many others do you think would come forward to plead for their sons? The answer is, and must be, "no". [Violet and Edith leave the hospital.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: It always happens. When you give these little people power, it goes to their heads like strong drink. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Thomas: I'm sorry for him. I am. I don't mind Captain Crawley. He's a better man than most of them. O'Brien: And William, too. He's not a bad lad, whatever you say. I wish I'd not written that letter to Bates's wife telling her he's back here. Thomas: What's that got to do with it? O'Brien: With everything else going on, I know she'll come up here and make trouble. Thomas: Don't blame me, it wasn't my idea. [Daisy comes in with some food.] O'Brien: Any news? Daisy: Only that the doctor won't let William come to the village. O'Brien: He never. Daisy: It's for officers only, he says. Mrs Patmore: His poor father's staying there with him, spending money he's not got, and travelling miles to do it. Daisy: It's not right. Thomas: No, it bloody well isn't. [Everyone stares at him.] Thomas: Well, I'm a working-class lad and so is he, and I get fed up seeing how our lot always gets shafted. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Mary rfles through her sewing kit.] Lady Mary: I thought I'd take some things down to the hospital. Then I can wait and sit with him when he arrives. I've read somewhere that it's very important not to leave them alone when they're first wounded so no sign goes unnoticed. They can't spare a nurse to watch over every man, so that's what I can do. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Your mother's written to Lavinia. Lady Mary: Good. Yes. I'm glad someone's thought of that. She must stay here and not be at Isobel's by herself. [Surprised by her composed reaction, Robert regards Mary.] Lady Mary: What? [Robert realises his daughter really loves Matthew, enough to accept giving him up to Lavinia.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Nothing. [INT. CHURCH - DAY] Mr Bates: You should've had a church wedding. Anna: Don't be silly. Mr Bates: No, I mean it. You in a white dress, me looking like a fool. Anna: I'd rather have the right man that the right wedding. Mr Bates: Well, it won't be long now. Anna: How long? Mr Bates: Hard to say. But don't worry, the decree nisi means we're safe. The decree absolute's only a formality. I'm just sorry it cost so much. Anna: She could've had my shoes and the shirt off my back if it would only make her go away for good. Mr Bates: She's gone now. Anna: I suppose I could feel guilty in my happiness, knowing the troubles they're all facing back at home. But, in another way, it only makes me more grateful. Let's pray. Let's pray together. [They approach and kneel on the bench and hold hands for a moment before they turn to the altar and pray.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Patmore: Don't worry. The old lady'll sort something out now she's got the bit between her teeth. Daisy: I'm not worried. Not in that way. I feel sorry for William, that's all. Mrs Patmore: Well, of course you do. We all do. I expect you're glad now that you let him have his little daydream. Daisy: No, I'm not glad. I feel I've led him up the garden path with all that nonsense, and I'm ashamed. I'm so ashamed. [Daisy starts to cry.] Mrs Patmore: Oh. Shh. [Vera Bates enters.] Vera Bates: Hello. Mrs Patmore: Mrs Bates, isn't it? Well, what do you want? Vera Bates: Don't sound inhospitable, Mrs Patmore, when I've only ever known a welcome in this house. [INT. OUTER HALL - DAY] [Violet shouts awkwardly into the telephone.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes! Ye-- the minister! Ye-- Well, how many Marquesses of Flintshire are there? Y-- Wha-- (aside to Edith) Is this an instrument of communication or trture? (into the phone) Well-- Hello? D-- Shrimpy? Y-- It's Aunt Violet! Y-- Very well, very-- Y-- And Susan? Y-- Oh, well g-- good. Good-- I won't bat about the bush, dear. Who might we know on the board of Leeds General Infirmary? [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - DAY] Vera Bates: Excuse me! It is not settled. It wasn't settled by me that you'd come back here and take up with your floozy again. As far as I recall, that was never settled. Anna: How did you find out he was here? Vera Bates: Wouldn't you like to know. Mr Bates: What does it matter? Just say what you want. Spit it out. Vera Bates: You thought you got the better of me, but you were wrong. Mr Bates: I never th-- Vera Bates: I'm going to sell my story anyway about Lady Mary, about the Turkish gentleman, about Miss Smith here. Anna: That's got naught to do with me. Vera Bates: Well, that's not what I heard. Mr Bates: You gave your word. I gave you the money and you gave me your word. Vera Bates: Well, guess what? I was lying. Mr Bates: If I hadn't come back to Downton, back to Anna, would you have stuck to our agreement? Vera Bates: Well, we'll never know now, will we? Mr Bates: You're angry because I'm happy. Vera Bates: Maybe. But you won't be happy long. [Vera leaves.] [EXT. DOWNTON GARAGE - DAY] Lady Sybil: Can you drive me to the hospital? Branson: Aren't you needed here? I've already taken Lady Mary down. Lady Sybil: I know. I want to be with her when Captain Crawley arrives. They can manage without me here for a while. Branson: Is she still in love with him? Lady Sybil: I don't want to talk about it. Branson: Why? Because I'm the chauffeur? Lady Sybil: No, because she's my sister. Branson: You're good at hiding your feelings, aren't you? All of you. Much better than we are. Lady Sybil: Perhaps. But we do have feelings and don't make the mistake of thinking we don't. [Sybil steps into the car angry and closes the door.] [INT. LEEDS GENERAL INFIRMARY - DAY] [Mr Mason sits by his son's bedside.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And has Lord Flintshire's order been acted on? Doctor: It has. There's an ambulance waiting. Although, no one quite knows how you managed it. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What exactly is the matter with him? Doctor: His body's sustained too much damage. He cannot recover. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But he looks so normal. Doctor: Appearances can be cruelly deceptive. The force of the blast has fatally injured his lungs. Lady Edith: But if he's lived this long... Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Would it make any difference if he stayed here? Or are you just making him as comfortable as can be? Doctor: That's it. There's nothing more we can do for him. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: So, you agree with our plan. Doctor: I don't know about you, but I'd rather die in a familiar place surrounded by familiar faces. [Mr Mason approaches.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: There you are, Mr Mason. [Mason salutes her.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: It seems we have everything settled. We'll be away before long. Mr Mason: He'll be forced to do better, if we can just get him back to where he knows. I feel sure of it. Doctor: I shouldn't-- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Shouldn't worry too much. We'll know much more when he's rested. Mr Mason: I'm very grateful, milady. To both of you. Lady Edith: Let's get him ready. [Edith and Mr Mason walk over to William. The doctor looks at Violet.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: See, sometimes we must let the blow fall by degrees. Give him time to find the strength to face it. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY] Dr Clarkson: Right. They're here. Lady Sybil: May I stay to settle him in? Dr Clarkson: Very well. Lady Mary: I want to help, too. Dr Clarkson: Lady Mary, I appreciate your good intentions, but I'm concerned that Captain Crawley's condition may be very distressing for you. Might I suggest that you hang back until the nurses have tidied him up a little? Lady Mary: I'm not much good at hanging back, I'm afraid. I won't get in your way, I promise. But I will stay. You have volunteers, don't you? Well, that's what I am. A volunteer. Dr Clarkson: All right. Everyone to their posts! Lady Sybil (to Mary): You stand there. Dr Clarkson: Yes, this gentleman's second in. Nurse: Yes, Doctor. [Mary stares at Matthew as they bring him in.] Dr Clarkson: Number two, Nurse Crawley, here. Yes. [Mary watches them bring Matthew in.] Dr Clarkson: Yes, just here. Gently, gently, gently. Lady Sybil: Yes, sir. Take him under his feet. [Mary, Sybil, and a stretcher bearer lift Matthew onto the hospital bed.] Lady Sybil: Cousin Matthew, can you hear me? Stretcher Bearer: He's breathing, but he's not been conscious since we've had him. They filled him full of morphine. Lady Sybil: (nods) Thank you. [Mary looks at the card attached to Matthew's shirt.] Lady Sybil: What does it say? Lady Mary: Probable spinal damage. [They exchange a worried look.] Lady Sybil: It could mean anything. We'll know more in the morning. [Sybil picks up Matthew's uniform and Mary's stuffed dog falls out.] Lady Sybil: What's this doing here? Lady Mary: I gave it to him for luck. He was probably carrying it when he fell. Lady Sybil: If only it had worked. Lady Mary: He's alive, isn't he? Lady Sybil: I should wash him. This bit can be grim. Sometimes we have to cut off the clothes they've travelled in, and there's bound to be a lot of blood. Lady Mary: (nods) How hot should the water be? Lady Sybil: Warm more than hot. And bring some towels. [INT. DOWNTON - DAY] [Daisy peers through a window at the stretcher bearers carrying William into a bedroom.] [INT. SERVANTS' STAIRCASE - DAY] Thomas: You should never have told her Bates was here. O'Brien: Don't I know it. And she was even worse after she'd seen him than before, ranting on about a scandal that would bring the roof down on the house of Grantham. Silly mare. Thomas: What scandal? O'Brien: I thought she'd just come up and take a bite out of Bates. That's what it sounded like. Thomas: Then you should've asked more questions. You know what they say, the devil is in the detail. O'Brien: I'm not standing by while she brings misery and ruin on my lady. Thomas: You started it. O'Brien: Oh, yes, you're very important, aren't you? Very know-it-all with all of us at your beck and call. Thomas: I'm sorry if you're angry, but don't take it out on me. You did it. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Lady Mary: Whom is she going to sell it to? Anna: She didn't say. Just that there was nothing we could do to stop her. Mr Bates has given her every last penny to keep her quiet, but she's tricked him, and now he's got nothing left to bargain with. Lady Mary: Well, we both know what I must do. Anna: But how can you ask Sir Richard for help without telling him the truth? Lady Mary: I'd rather he heard it from my lips that read it over his breakfast. Anna: Suppose he won't do anything? Suppose he throws you over? Lady Mary: That's a risk I'll have to take. I'll go up to London tomorrow afternoon. It's a request that demands to be made in person. Anna: What about Mr Matthew? Lady Mary: Miss Swire will be here to keep him company. I think I can take some time off to save my own neck. [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - EVENING] [Edith tends to William.] Lady Edith: Why don't you go home now, Mr Mason? We'll see you tomorrow. Mr Mason: Are you sure you don't mind sitting up with him? Lady Edith: He won't be alone. Not for a moment. I promise. Mr Mason: He looks so perfect, lying there. [Mr Mason leaves.] Mrs Patmore: But he does look perfect. Are you sure they've got it right? Lady Edith: I'm afraid so. If only I weren't. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - MORNING] [Robert peeks in on Dr Clarkson's examination of Matthew's spine. Mary stands inside the screens, watching.] Dr Clarkson: Do you feel that? Matthew Crawley: (nods) Mm-hmm. Dr Clarkson: What about that? Matthew Crawley: No. [Robert opens the screen and Mary looks up and sees Lavinia across the room.] Dr Clarkson: And that? Mm? Matthew Crawley: No, nothing. Dr Clarkson: Nothing at all? [Mary and Robert go to Lavinia and Mary smiles comfortingly at her as she takes her hands and kisses her cheek.] Lavinia: Do they know any more yet? Lady Mary: They're examining him now. Lavinia: So he's conscious? Lady Mary: Just about. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Have they found out what happened? Lady Mary: A shell landed near them. The explsin threw Matthew against something. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Go on. Lady Mary: Dr Clarkson thinks...there may be trouble with his legs. [Dr Clarkson joins them.] Dr Clarkson: Not good news, I'm afraid. I'd say the spinal cord has been transected. That it is permanently damaged. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You mean he won't walk again? Dr Clarkson: If I'm right, then no, he won't. [Lavinia starts crying and Robert puts a comforting arm around her shoulders.] Dr Clarkson: It's a shock, of course, and you must be allowed to grieve, but I would only say that he will, in all likelihood, regain his health. This is not the end of his life. Lady Mary: Just the start of a different life. Dr Clarkson: Exactly. Lord Grantham, I wonder if I might have a word. [Robert steps into the corridor with Dr Clarkson and Mary steps forward to comfort Lavinia.] Lavinia: Have you got a handkerchief? I never seem to have one in moments of crisis. [Mary hands her one.] Lavinia: Thank you. [In the corridor.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You mean there can be no children? Dr Clarkson: No anything, I'm afraid. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But isn't there a chance that might change? Dr Clarkson: The sexual reflex is controlled at a lower level of the spine to the motor function of the legs. Once the latter is cut off, so is the former. [Meanwhile, Lavinia is recovering.] Lavinia: Right. [Lavinia walks bravely toward the screens around Matthew and Robert returns as Mary makes a step toward them.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Give them a moment together. [Mary nods.] Lady Mary: What was Clarkson saying? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Nothing to worry you about. [Lavinia steps into the screens. Matthew smiles.] Matthew Crawley: My darling. [She sits in a chair next to him.] [EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY] [Mrs Hughes picks up a basket and gets onto a bus. She arrives at a house and knocks on the door.] [INT. ETHEL'S HOUSE - DAY] [Ethel takes food out of the basket Mrs Hughes bought, a baby in her other arm.] Mrs Hughes: If he could only see the child. Ethel: He won't. I've written again and again. I've offered to bring him to any place he wants. Mrs Hughes: I wasn't going to tell you this, but he's coming on a visit this week to see his old pals. Ethel: Help me, Mrs Hughes. Let me come to Downton and show him the baby! Mrs Hughes: Oh, certainly not! I won't have that. Ethel: Well, then ask him to meet me! I know he'd listen to you. I'll give you a letter. One more can't hurt. Make him read it in front of you. Mrs Hughes: I--I'll do no such thing. Ethel: But please! Mrs Hughes: He'd say it was none of my business, and he'd be right. Besides, don't think I approve of what you've done, because I don't. Ethel: Haven't you ever made a mistake? Mrs Hughes: Not on this scale. No, I have not. Sorry to disappoint you. Ethel: So, you won't do anything? Mrs Hughes: I'm feeding you out of the house, quite wrongly, I might add. I have a good mind to stop that. Ethel: Now I'm the one who's sorry. [INT. DOWNTON - DAY] [Mrs Patmore ushers Daisy down the corridor to William's guest bedroom.] Mrs Patmore: Now, go in. Daisy: I don't know what to say. Mrs Patmore: It doesn't matter. He's dying. Just say nice, warm, comforting things. Make him feel loved. You don't have to be Shakespeare. Daisy: But-- [Mrs Patmore pushes Daisy into the room.] William: There she is. Come over here where I can see you. [William holds out his hand and Daisy takes it.] William: I think it were worth it if I get to hold your hand. Daisy: Don't be daft. William: I've never slept in a room as big as this. Where are we? Lady Edith: At the end of the south gallery. Now take this. [Edith hands William a tonic.] William: Any news of Captain Crawley? Lady Edith: He's doing much better. Thanks to you. [William drinks the tonic.] William: Dad'll be here in a bit. Can you stay for a minute? Daisy: I ought to go down. It's not fair on Mrs Patmore. Lady Edith: She won't mind. William: Because I did want to ask you something. Daisy, would you ever marry me now and not wait for the end of the wr like we said? Lady Edith: You mustn't worry about all that for the moment now, William. You're here for rest, not excitement. Daisy: That's right. There's no need to worry about it now. First let's get you better. William: But would you think about it? Daisy: I must go. They'll be sending out a search party soon. Just rest. [William nods and Daisy leaves.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - DAY] [Mrs Hughes looks over an applicant's paperwork.] Mrs Hughes: It would be very unusual. Jane Moorsum: I know that. Of course it would. But I believe I could make it work. Mrs Hughes: And if your child were ill? Jane Moorsum: My mother knows what she's doing. She's brought up five of her own. Mrs Hughes: Even so-- Jane Moorsum: And they're only in the village. Mrs Hughes: I'll discuss it with Mr Carson. There's nothing wrong with your references. But of course, they are from before you were married. Jane Moorsum: I'm a good worker. And I must earn. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY] [Matthew lies in bed, his eyes closed. He sees Mary calling to him in his mind, blue sky behind her at Downton Abbey.] Lady Mary: Matthew. Matthew. [Matthew opens his eyes and sees Mary sitting at his bedside.] Lady Mary: Are you feeling a bit less groggy? Matthew Crawley: Where's Lavinia? Lady Mary: She's gone back to unpack. Matthew Crawley: How's William? I know he tried to save me. Lady Mary: He isn't too good, I'm afraid. Matthew Crawley: Any sign of Mother? Lady Mary: Not yet. But I'm sure she's making her way back by now. Matthew Crawley: I've still got this funny thing with my legs, I can't seem to move them. Or feel them, now that I think about it. Did Clarkson mention what that might be? Lady Mary: Why don't we wait for Lavinia? And then we can all talk about it. Matthew Crawley: Tell me. Lady Mary: You've not even been here for twenty-four hours. Nothing will have settled down yet. Matthew Crawley: Tell me. Lady Mary: He says you may have damaged your spine. Matthew Crawley: How long will it take to repair? Lady Mary: You can't expect them to put timings on that sort of thing. Matthew Crawley: But he did say it would get better? Lady Mary: He says the first task is to rebuild your health, and that's what we have to concentrate on. Matthew Crawley: I see. Lady Mary: And he says there was no reason why you should not have a perfectly full and normal life. Matthew Crawley: Just not a very mobile one. Lady Mary: Would you like some tea? I would. [Mary gets up from her chair.] Matthew Crawley: Thank you for telling me. I know I'm...blubbing, but I mean it. I'd much rather know. Thank you. Lady Mary: Blub all you like. And then, when Lavinia's here, you can make plans. [Mary starts crying as she leaves.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] [Mrs Hughes takes a breath and then approaches Major Bryant who is sitting down to cards.] Mrs Hughes: Major, might I have a word? [The Major makes a "yeesh! what could that be?" expression to his friends and follows her to the front hall.] Major Bryant: What is it? Mrs Hughes: I have something for you. [Byrant looks at the handwriting of his name on the letter she holds out, but doesn't take it.] Major Bryant: Thank you. Mrs Hughes: I wish you would read it. Major Bryant: Do you know who wrote it? Mrs Hughes: Yes, I do. And I know how anxious she is for an answer. Major Bryant: All due respect, I don't believe it's any of your concern. Mrs Hughes: If you'd only s-- [She waits for a nurse to pass out of earshot.] Mrs Hughes: If you'd only see the child. He's a lovely wee chap. Major Bryant: Mrs Hughes, the last thing I'd wish to be is rude, but in this case, I really must be left to my own devices. Now, I'll say goodbye. It's time I was making tracks. Mrs Hughes: Goodbye then, Major. [INT. CARLISLE'S NEWSPAPER OFFICE - DAY] Sir Richard Carlisle: Who'd've thought it? The cold and careful Lady Mary Crawley. Well, we know better now. I'm surprised you haven't given me some extenuating circumstances. Lady Mary: I have none. I was foolish, and I was paid out for my folly. Sir Richard Carlisle: And when I've saved you - if I can - do you still expect me to marry you, knowing this? Lady Mary: It's not for me to say. Sir Richard Carlisle: Of course, we both know that if we marry, people - your people - will think you've conferred a great blessing on me. My house will welcome the finest in the land, my children will carry noble blood in their veins. But that won't be the whole story, will it? Not anymore. [Mary stands up.] Lady Mary: Sir Richard, if you think it pains me to ask this favour, you'd be right. But I have no choice if I am not to be an object of ridicule and pity. If you wish to break off our understanding, I'll accept your decision. After all, it's never been announced. We may dissolve it with the minimum of discomfort. Sir Richard Carlisle: Forgive me, I don't mean to offend you. I'm simply paying you the compliment of being honest. No, in many ways, if I can manage to bring it off, this will mean we come to the marriage on slightly more equal terms. I think that pleases me. Lady Mary: So you'll do it? Sir Richard Carlisle: I'll try to do it, yes. Lady Mary: You must act fast. Sir Richard Carlisle: I'll send the car for her, as soon as you've left. Lady Mary: Please let me know what it costs. I'll find a way to reimburse you. [Richard takes her hand.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Nevermind that. As my future wife, you're entitled to be in my debt. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Mr Carson: We've a bit of a conundrum, my lord. As you may know, we're short of a housemaid. We've had an application from a local woman Jane Moorsum, but she's married and she has a child, a son. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, surely her husband should be-- Mr Carson: She's a widow, my lord. The late Mr Moorsum died on the Somme. There's no other earner, so she has to look for work. I said I would ask you. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, if Mrs Hughes agrees, I think we must do what we can for the widows of our defenders. Mr Carson: Very good, Your Lordship. [Cora enters as Carson's leaving.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: What was that? Robert, Earl of Grantham: We're taking on a new maid. Cora, Countess of Grantham: He should've talked to me, not you. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, they thought you were too busy to be bothered with it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I am busy. And that reminds me, I can't come with you to the Townsends. You'll have to make some excuse. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But we gave them the date. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You'll think of something. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] [Daisy and Mrs Patmore whisper together in a corner.] Daisy: You always said I wouldn't have to marry him when it came to it. Mrs Patmore: Daisy, he's dying. What difference does it make? Daisy: All the more reason. I can't lie to him at the end. Don't make me be false to a dying man. Mrs Patmore: Well, what matters now is that poor lad knows some peace and some happiness before he goes. Daisy: I can't. [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY] Lavinia: I don't care if you can't walk. You must think me very feeble if you believe that would make a difference. Matthew Crawley: I know it wouldn't. And I love you so much for saying it. But there's something else, which may not have occurred to you straightaway This is very difficult. We can never be properly married. Lavinia: What? Of course we can be married. Matthew Crawley: Not properly. Lavinia: Oh. I see. Matthew Crawley: That's why I have to let you go. Lavinia: But...that side of things, it's not important to me, I promise. Matthew Crawley: My darling, it's—it's not important now, but—but it will be. I think it should be. And I couldn't possibly be responsible for stealing away the life you ought to have. Lavinia: I won't leave you. I know you think I'm weak, and I don't know what I'm taking on. Matthew Crawley: How could you? For God's sake. Lavinia: I'm not saying it'll be easy for either of us. But just because life isn't easy doesn't mean it isn't right. Matthew Crawley: I won't fight with you. But I won't steal away your life. Go home. Think of me as dad. Remember me as I was. [INT. DOWNTON GARAGE - DAY] [Branson's reading the newspaper when Sybil walks up.] Lady Sybil: Mary's telephoned. She'll be on the late train. It gets in at eleven. Branson: All right. How's William? Lady Sybil: It's so sad. Edith's taking care of him, but there's nothing to be done. We're waiting, really. [Edith sees Branson staring off into space with a serious expression.] Lady Sybil: What is it? Branson: They sht the tsar, and all of his family. Lady Sybil: How terrible. Branson: I'm sorry. I'll not deny it. I never thought they'd do it. But sometimes a future needs terrible sacrifices. You thought that once. Lady Sybil: If you mean my politics, you know we've agreed to put that to one side until the wr is won. Branson: Your lot did. But Sylvia Pankhurst was all for fighting on. Lady Sybil: Don't badger me, please! [Sybil begins to march off, but Branson grabs her waist and she stops in surprise. She meets his gaze and he lets go of her waist and puts his hands in his pockets.] Branson: Sometimes a hard sacrifice must be made for a future that's worth having. That's all I'm saying. That's up to you. [Sybil leans toward him and looks down at his lips. Surprised to see her reserve fading, Branson waits for her to give in, but she stops herself and pulls back. He sighs disappointedly as she walks back to the house.] [INT. CARLISLE'S NEWSPAPER OFFICE - DAY] Sir Richard Carlisle: You understand it would have to be exclusive. I couldn't have you peddling different versions of this story to my competitors. Vera Bates: Of course I understand. But I can't help it if they pick it up once you've published it. Sir Richard Carlisle: Indeed you can't. No more can I, but I would control the timing. You'd have to sign a binding contract to that effect today. Vera Bates: I expected that. Sir Richard Carlisle: And I warn you, I am unforgiving when anyone breaks a contract with me. One word out of place and you'd find yourself in court. Vera Bates: I expected that, too. But I'm curious, how did you hear about me? Sir Richard Carlisle: I know everything that goes on in this city. Vera Bates: And what's the hurry? Sir Richard Carlisle: I'm a newspaper man. When I hear of something good, I have to make sure of it straight away. I'm sorry if I rushed you. Vera Bates: Tha--that's all right. Sir Richard Carlisle: You must dislike the Crawleys very much to want to subject them to trial by scandal. Vera Bates: My husband works for them. We're not on good terms. [INT. KITCHEN - EVENING] [Daisy absentmindedly sifts flour.] Mrs Patmore: How is he? Mrs Hughes: (sigh) His father's with him now and he seems to understand the situation. Mrs Patmore: Poor man. Mrs Hughes: Daisy, William's asking to see you. Daisy: I can't go. Don't make me go. Mrs Patmore: Do you care so little for him? Daisy: It's not that. I'm very fond of William, and I'm very sad, but I've led him on and led him on and made him think things that aren't true. Mrs Patmore: He wanted them to be true. He was happy to think they were true. Daisy: But that doesn't make it all right. Mrs Hughes: Shall I tell him you won't come? [Both Mrs Hughes and Mrs Patmore give Daisy a stern look. She takes off her apron and leaves.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - EVENING] [Daisy enters. William's voice is hoarse.] William: Will you leave us a moment? [Mr Mason and Edith leave the room.] Daisy: There's no need to make 'em leave. William: There is a need. Come here. [Daisy sits in the chair next to his bed.] William: I know I'm dying. Daisy: You don't know-- William: I'm dying, Daisy. I'm not going to make it. I don't have long. That's why you've got to marry me. Daisy: What? William: No, listen. You'll be my widow. A wr widow with a pension and rights. You'll be looked after. It won't be much, but I'll know you've got something to fall back on. Let me do that for you, please. Daisy: I can't. It would be dishonest. Almost like cheating. William: But it's not cheating. We love each other, don't we? We'd've married if I'd got through it, spent our whole lives together. Where's the dishonesty in that? [Mr Mason and Edith wait in the corridor. Edith enters the room when Daisy comes out.] Mr Mason: He's asked you, hasn't he? I knew he would. You'll do it, won't you? Daisy: I don't think he should be bothering about it now. Mr Mason: What else should he be bothered with? You're the most important thing on earth to him, Daisy. You wouldn't disappoint him, would you? Daisy: Suppose the vicar won't do it? He may want to wait till William's well enough to go to church. Mr Mason: But that time's not coming, is it? [INT. LAVINIA'S GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT] Lady Mary: Lavinia? [Mary finds Lavinia crying in bed.] Lavinia: You're back. [Mary nods.] Lavinia: How did you get on? Lady Mary: All right, I think. How about you? Lavinia: Matthew's told me to go home. He says he won't see me again. He feels he has to set me free, as he put it. I've tried to tell him I don't care, but he won't listen. Lady Mary: Then you must keep telling him. Lavinia: Yes, but you see, it isn't just not walking. Today he told me we could never be lovers, because all that's gone as well. I didn't realise. It's probably obvious to anyone with a brain, but I didn't realise. Lady Mary: No. No, nor did I. [Mary sits on the bed as she tries to process this news.] Lavinia: And he feels it would be a crime to tie me down, to tie down any woman to the life of a childless nun. He thinks I'd hate him in the end. I'm sorry if I've shocked you, but there's no one else I could talk to about it, and when you came in, I-- Lady Mary: I'm not shocked. I'm just stunned. And desperately sad. Lavinia: I'll die if I can't be with him. [INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING] [Robert reads the newspaper.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Good God Almighty. "The engagement is announced between Lady Mary Josephine Crawley, eldest daughter of the Earl and Countess of Grantham, and Sir Richard Carlisle, son of Mr and the late Mrs Mark Carlisle of Morningside Edinburgh." Is this why you went to see him? Why didn't you say it'd be in today's paper? Lady Mary: I didn't know. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, surely he asked your permission? Lady Mary: I don't think asking permission is his strongest suit. Robert, Earl of Grantham: That's very high handed. You can't let him get away with it. Lady Edith: Well, it's done now. [Mr Carson steps forward.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What is it? Mr Carson: William's wedding, my lord. If it can be arranged for this afternoon, the indoor staff would like to attend. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We don't yet know if Mr Travis will agree to do it. Mr Carson: I'm afraid he has very little time to make up his mind. [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - MORNING] Reverend Travis: This boy is in extremis. How can we know that these are his true wishes? Maybe the kitchen maid somehow hopes to catch at an advantage. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, what advantage would that be? Reverend Travis: Some widow's dole given by a grateful nation? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mr Travis, can I remind you William Mason has served our family well. At the last, he saved the life, if not the health, of my son's heir. Now he wishes before he dies to marry his sweetheart. Reverend Travis: Yes, but— Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You cannot imagine that we would allow you to prevent this happening in case his widow "claimed her dole". Reverend Travis: No, but-- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I have had an interest in this boy. I tried and failed to save him from conscription, but I will certainly attend his wedding. Is that an argument in its favour? Reverend Travis: Of course, but— Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Finally, I would point out your living is in Lord Grantham's gift. Your house is on Lord Grantham's land, and the very flowers in your church are from Lord Grantham's garden. I hope it is not vulgar in me to suggest that you find some way to overcome your scruples. [INT. ETHEL'S HOUSE - DAY] Mrs Hughes: You can't have expected much more. Not when those letters all went unanswered. Ethel: I don't know what I expected, but you can't help hoping. Mrs Hughes: Have you found any work? Ethel: Bit of scrubbing. There aren't many places I can take the baby. Mrs Hughes: What do you tell them? Ethel: That my husband died at the front. Mrs Hughes: It's funny, we have a new maid, Jane, who really is a wr widow with a child and we respect her for it. But then, we believe her story. [INT. CARLISLE'S NEWSPAPER OFFICE - DAY] [A secretary tries to stop Vera Bates from storming into Carlisle's office.] Secretary: Mrs Bates, I really must insist that-- Vera Bates: You tricked me! Well, aren't you going to deny it? Sir Richard Carlisle: Certainly not. I tricked you to protect my fiancé's good name. Vera Bates: That's one word for her. I can think of a few others. Sir Richard Carlisle: You better not speak them aloud if you know what's good for you. Vera Bates: I don't want your money, I don't want that contract. Sir Richard Carlisle: It's too late for that. And I warn you, if I so much as read her name in anything but the court circular, I shall hunt you, and ruin you, and have you locked up. Is that clear? [Stunned, Vera thinks for a moment.] Vera Bates: It doesn't end here, you know. Not for John Bates. Lady Mary might've got away, what do I care? But he won't. You tell him. Sir Richard Carlisle: That's entirely your own affair. [Vera marches out.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Robert flips through the library catalogue. Jane stumbles in noisily with cleaning supplies.] Jane: Where do we start? Robert, Earl of Grantham: You tell me. [Jane's jaw drops.] Jane: Oh! Y--your Lordship, I-- I do apologise. I thought Mrs Hughes said we were to clean in here. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You must be the new maid. [The telephone rings.] Jane: I am. Jane. And it's very kind of you and Her Ladyship to take me on. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not a bit. We all owe your late husband a great debt. [Jane nods, upset.] Jane: Thank you. [Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: Milord, there's a telephone call for-- Jane? Whatever are you doing? You're wanted in the drawing room, not the library, to clean it while the men are out of it. [Robert watches Jane hurry out.] Mrs Hughes: She's very willing, but she's not quite there yet. I am sorry. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, don't be. What about that call? Mrs Hughes: For Lady Mary. They're waiting now. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You might just catch her if you hurry. She's on her way to the hospital. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Daisy stares into space, dressed for her wedding. Mr Carson enters with a bouquet of flowers.] Mr Carson: His Lordship asked Mr Bassett to bring these in for you. Anna: Aw, how lovely. Here. Daisy, sit down. Daisy: I shouldn't be doing this. It's just a lie, you know it is. Mrs Patmore: You're doing it out of the goodness of your heart. Daisy: The falseness of my heart, more like. [O'Brien talks to Thomas on the stairs.] O'Brien: She's not quite the blooming bride. Thomas: I don't think it's the same when you're marrying a corpse. O'Brien: Are you going? Thomas: Why not? I won't mind shaking William's hand before he goes. [They let Mrs Hughes descend the stairs between them.] O'Brien: Is that sentiment or superstition in case he haunts you? [Back in the hall.] Mrs Hughes: You look lovely, dear. Just to say, the vicar is ready for us. Mr Carson: Let's go up, then. [Mr Carson offers Daisy his arm. Anna hands her the bouquet. Daisy slowly stands up, takes the bouquet and Carson's arm and allows herself to be led to her wedding. The bed is woven with vines of flowers. Daisy and William hold hands. Edith and Violet attend along with Mr Mason, Anna, Bates, Mrs Hughes, Carson, Mrs Patmore, Thomas, O'Brien, and another maid.] Reverend Travis: Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is an honourable estate, instituted of God in the time of man's innocency, signifying unto us the mystical union of Christ and-- [Violet dabs her eyes with a handkerchief.] Reverend Travis: If any man can show any just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace. [William gives Daisy a small smile and she gives one back.] Reverend Travis: Hand me the ring. [Mr Mason pulls the ring out of his vest pocket. Anna and Mr Carson are also on the verge of tears. William puts the ring on Daisy's finger. Edith sees Violet crying and puts her hand on her shoulder.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: (sniffle) I have a cold. Reverend Travis: You may now kiss the bride. [Daisy leans over the bed and kisses William.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY] Matthew Crawley: She's better off in London. Lady Mary: If you say so. Matthew Crawley: Do you know why I sent her away? Lady Mary: I think so. Matthew Crawley: Then you'll know I couldn't marry her. Not now. I couldn't marry any woman. Lady Mary: And if they should just want to be with you? On any terms? Matthew Crawley: No one sane would want to be with me as I am now. Including me. Oh, God. I think I'm going to be sick. [Mary picks up the sick bowl and helps Matthew sit up.] Lady Mary: It's all right. [Mary rubs his back as Matthew vomits into the bowl.] Lady Mary: It's perfectly all right. [Matthew lies back down and starts to chuckle as Mary wipes his mouth clean.] Lady Mary: What is it? Matthew Crawley: I was just thinking it seems such a short time ago since I turned you down, and now look at me. Impotent, cripple, stinking of sick. What a reversal. You have to admit, it's quite funny. [Isobel enters and watches Mary sitting with Matthew.] Lady Mary: All I'll admit is that you're here and you've survived the wr. That's enough for now. [Mary gets up and takes the sick bowl with her. She meets Isobel.] Lady Mary: You're back. He'll be so pleased. [Isobel looks at the sick bowl.] Isobel Crawley: You've become quite a nurse since I last saw you. Lady Mary: No, no. It's nothing. Sybil's the nurse in this family. [Mary leaves and Isobel walks to Matthew's bedside.] Isobel Crawley: It's the very opposite of nothing. [Matthew sees Isobel and starts breathing hard with relief and tears.] Matthew Crawley: Mother. [INT. DOWNTON - DAY] [Mary walks up the steps, upset.] Lady Mary: Bates. What's happened? How's William? Mr Bates: He's nearly there, my lady. Lady Mary: I'm so sorry. Actually, Bates, I'm glad I've caught you. Sir Richard Carlisle telephoned me earlier. He says he's paid Mrs Bates for her story. She cannot speak of it now without risking prison. Mr Bates: She won't do that. Lady Mary: So, I hope we can all forget it. Mr Bates: It's forgotten already, milady. Lady Mary: Thank you. [Mr Bates turns to go.] Lady Mary: I'm afraid she was very angry when she knew she had been silenced. Mr Bates: I can imagine. Lady Mary: He says she made thrat against you. "If I go down, I'll take him with me," that sort of thing. I'm sure she didn't mean it. Mr Bates: Are you, milady? Lady Mary: Well, you'd know better than I. [They go their separate ways. Anna meets Bates in the hall with a tray.] Anna: Lady Mary's back. Mr Bates: I've just seen her. She says it's worked. Sir Richard has put a gag on Vera. Anna: Thank God. So everything in our garden is rosy again? Mr Bates: I hope so. I certainly hope so. [They smile at each other and Anna continues down the hall with the tray.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - DAY] [Mrs Patmore enters. Daisy is sitting on the bed and Mr Mason on the chair next to it. Mrs Patmore takes Daisy's hands.] Mrs Patmore: You must be so tired, my love. Why not let me take over for a while and go and lie down. Daisy Mason: No thank you, Mrs Patmore. I'll stay with him. I won't leave him now, not while he needs me. Mr Mason: He doesn't need you no more, Daisy. [William has just stopped breathing.] Mr Mason: He doesn't need none of us no more. [Mr Mason takes Daisy's hand.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "02x05 - Episode Five"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] [Mary pushes Matthew's wheelchair across the grounds.] Lady Mary: I shall have arms like Jack Johnson if I'm not careful. Matthew Crawley: I'm strong enough to wheel myself. Lady Mary: I'll be the judge of that. [They pass a couple of officers with a nurse.] Officer: Morning. Matthew Crawley: I keep thinking about William. How he should be here. Not exactly instead of me, but sacrifice should be rewarded. He was the brave one. Lady Mary: You were both brave. And I don't think we can "should" about things that happen in wr. It just happens. And we should live with it. [Carlisle and Robert watch them from the house window.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Ought I to be jealous? [Robert doesn't reply.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry, what were we talking about? Sir Richard Carlisle: I was asking about Haxby Park. I'm taking Mary over there tomorrow. Lady Edith: Our Haxby Park? Why? Are the Russells selling? Sir Richard Carlisle: Not officially, but I'm told they're open to offers. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Sad. The Russells and the Crawleys have been neighbours for centuries. Sir Richard Carlisle: They're not living there anymore. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It'll be strange for Mary. She's been going to that house ever since she was a little girl in a party dress. Lady Edith: We all have. Sir Richard Carlisle: There's nowhere better near Downton. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm not sure how comfortable it is. Sir Richard Carlisle: Well, it will be comfortable when I'm finished with it. Central heating, modern kitchens, bathrooms with every bedroom. It's all possible. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Sounds more like an hotel. [Mr Carson enters to introduce a visitor.] Mr Carson: Major Clarkson. Dr Clarkson: Good morning Lord Grantham. Lady Edith. Sir. [Nods to each of them.] Dr Clarkson: We've had a request. A Canadian major has asked to come here because of a family link with the house. We've taken officers from his regiment before, but I wanted to be sure you had no objection. Lady Edith: What's his name? Dr Clarkson: Gordon. Patrick Gordon. He was with Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry at Passchendaele, caught in a blast and brned rather badly, I believe. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Poor fellow. Well, he's perfectly welcome. I'm not aware of how we are connected, but you never know. Dr Clarkson: Sir. [Clarkson nods and exits.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Jane: I've never worked in a house where a valet and a housemaid were wed. Anna: It'll be unusual, I agree. O'Brien: Hope it doesn't break us up, having you two set apart in a home of your own all special while the rest of us muddle on for ourselves. Anna: You sound as if you're jealous. O'Brien: I'm not jealous. I just don't want it to spoil things. Mr Bates: Why? Because we've all been such pals until now? [Daisy enters with a tray, a black mourning band on her arm. She sees them look at her for a moment and she exits without a word.] Anna: Give her time. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Matthew's making such progress. Isobel Crawley: I think so. But are we doing enough for him, for all of them, when it comes to rehabilitation? They're going to have to face a very different world after the wr. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I agree. But they'll all be leaving Downton soon. Isobel Crawley: Leaving? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, Turkey's about to capitulate, and Robert says Vittorio Veneto will finish Austria. So, it's only a matter of weeks, even days, before it's over. We wouldn't send anyone home too soon, of course, but sometime in the new year, we will have our house back. Isobel Crawley: So you want it just to be a private house again? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, shouldn't she? Or would you like to abolish private houses? Isobel Crawley: Well, that life of changing clothes and klling things and eating them, do you really want it again? Wouldn't you rather Downton was useful? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, but it-- the house is useful. We provide employment and-- Isobel Crawley: Oh, please. Let me look into keeping it open as a centre of recovery. [Violet and Cora gape at Isobel.] Isobel Crawley: I could run it. The house could be so much more than it was before. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: What about you, Molesley? Are you looking forward to this brave new world of Mrs Crawley's imaginings? Mr Molesley: I'm glad of my job, milady, and I should very much like to hold onto it, with Mrs Crawley's permission. [Violet smiles as Molesley exits.] Isobel Crawley: Servants are always far more conservative than their employers. Everyone knows that. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Then I must be the exception that proves the rule. [INT. DOWNTON, DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [The badly brned and bandaged Major Patrick Gordon looks at family photos.] Lady Edith: Hello. My name's Edith Crawley-- Patrick Gordon: Lady Edith Crawley. I know. Second daughter of the house. Lady Edith: In charge of non-medical welfare. So, whatever you need in the way of errands run or books to read, then I'm your man. Patrick Gordon: Thank you. I--I hope this doesn't put you off. Lady Edith: I can assure you, at this stage there isn't much that puts me off. Patrick Gordon: Did they tell you we're related? [Patrick steps through the doorway, into the light. Edith is shocked by his facial scars.] Lady Edith: Er, yes. But I'm afraid I'm not much good at family history. Although, Papa's found an aunt in 1860 who married a Gordon. Perhaps that's a clue. Patrick Gordon: N--no. That isn't it. Lady Edith: Well, a--as I say, I'm hopeless. [Edith continues to avoid looking at him and turns to leave.] Patrick Gordon: I thought you'd recognize my voice, but of course I sound Canadian now. Lady Edith: You mean we've met before? Patrick Gordon: It was a long time ago. [Sybil steps in for a moment in her nurse's uniform.] Lady Sybil: Edith? I need you. [Edith leaves with her.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Jane follows Daisy with a pamphlet while Daisy does her chores.] Jane: It just explains what you're entitled to. Daisy Mason: That's kind, but let's face it, I'm not a widow, am I? Not really. Jane: Of course you are. Daisy Mason: No, I'm not. How long was I married? Six hours? Seven? I shouldn't've taken his name, except it were what he wanted. Jane: Well... [Jane puts the pamphlet on the table.] Jane: I'll leave it with you. [Jane leaves and Daisy turns to go.] Mrs Patmore: Daisy, it wouldn't please William if you don't take what's owing. He wanted you to be looked after. Daisy Mason: No. You made me a liar while he was alive. You'll not make me be false to his memory. [Daisy leaves Mrs Patmore to think on that.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - EVENING] [Someone knocks at the door while Carlisle's valet helps him dress.] Sir Richard Carlisle: You can leave me, Brookes. Mr Brookes: Yes, sir. Mr Carson: Mr Bates said you wanted to see me, sir. [Carlisle's valet leaves.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Ah, yes. I asked you up here because I want to offer you a job. Mr Carson: I have a job, sir. Sir Richard Carlisle: Yes, of course you do. I'm sure you enjoy it. I don't mean to suggest I'm offering a better one. [Carson fetches Carlisle his dinner jacket.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Thank you. Although, it would mean a considerable increase in salary. Lady Mary and I intend to buy a home near Downton. It's a long way from London, but I've made enough money to please myself these days. I know she holds you in high regard. I believe she would very much appreciate your help when she first sets up house as a bride. Mr Carson: You mean, you wish me to leave Downton Abbey and transfer-- Sir Richard Carlisle: Tomorrow we go to see Haxby Park. If we buy it, we'll take on the whole twelve-thousand acres. Mr Carson: No doubt you will discover many interesting walks to enjoy. Sir Richard Carlisle: Of course it's run down, but there's nothing wrong with it that money can't fix. So...what do you think? Mr Carson: One thing I must ask. Is Lady Mary aware that you have approached me? Sir Richard Carlisle: Not yet. I wanted to surprise her. She thinks highly of you, Carson. I hope I won't be taking on a rival. Mr Carson: I await Lady Mary's instruction. [Carson leaves.] [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I don't dislike him, I just don't like him, which is quite different. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Did he talk about Haxby? He's got ghastly plans for the place. Of course, Cora doesn't agree. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm an American. I don't share your English hatred of comfort. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Downton's comfortable enough for me. I can't wait to have it back. Cora, Countess of Grantham: That's if Cousin Isobel allows it. She turned up today with a hideous list of projects that stretch to 1920 and beyond. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Hmm. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, surely you can put her off Cora, Countess of Grantham: I don't know how, once the bit's between her teeth. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, change the bridle. Find a cause that needs her more than Downton. Cora, Countess of Grantham: She's such a martyr. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Then we must tempt her with a more enticing scaffold. [Violet leaves for the evening.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Mr Bates: We're safe. We got the decree nisi. I'm sure it's all right. Anna: Except you're not sure. O'Brien: Not sure about what? Jane: What about you Sergeant? You started planning for after the wr? Thomas: Not really, not yet. Mrs Patmore: I know what you should be doing. I know what we should all be doing. Thomas: Oh yeah? What's that? Mrs Patmore: Hording. It may be wrong, but this rationing is starting to bite, even with everyone's books, I'd a battle to get enough sugar for this week. Thomas: Are you suggesting the black market, Mrs Patmore? I'm shocked. Mrs Patmore: Oh, I doubt that very much. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Mrs Hughes hands Ethel some bags of food.] Mrs Hughes: I'm sorry I couldn't get down this week, but we've had a house full. Who's looking after the baby? Ethel: Oh, my neighbour, and she's lent me a bike so I can get back. [They hear a door rattle.] Mrs Hughes: Oh! Well, you'd best be off. [Mrs Hughes lets Ethel out into the rain. Ethel puts the food into the basket of a bicycle and takes off. Mrs Hughes closes the door and turns to find Mr Carson. She gasps.] [INT. DOWNTON, STAIRCASE - MORNING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: I can't, darling. I've got too much work. We're losing two of the nurses and I must re-arrange the roster. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But if Mary's out with Carlisle and Edith's going to Mama's, I'll be on my own. What about Sybil? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Sybil's on duty. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I wish you'd told me. I could've fixed something up for myself. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You could always ask Major Clarkson to join you, if you really can't be on your own for one luncheon. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'll manage. [Cora walks off, leaving Robert at the bottom of the staircase.] [INT. HAXBY PARK - MORNING] Lady Mary: It's so empty. I didn't know they'd gone. Sir Richard Carlisle: They've given up. Lady Mary: You can't blame them. When Billy was klled, it knocked the stuffing out of them completely. What'll we do about furniture and pictures and everything? Sir Richard Carlisle: What does anyone do? Buy it, I presume. Lady Mary: Your lot buys it. My lot inherits it. We ought to be getting back. Sir Richard Carlisle: Why? What's at Downton that needs your attention so urgently? So, shall we rescue it? Shall we give the house another chapter? Lady Mary: Well, I suppose one has to live somewhere. [INT. LIBRARY - MORNING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: You're telling me we've been feeding Ethel for some time? Mrs Hughes: We have, milady. Well, supplementing her food. I didn't think you'd mind, what with the baby and all, but Mr Carson suggested you'd like to be informed all the same. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Carson is right, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: But the girl was our employee, and while she was in the wrong-- Mr Carson: Indeed, she was. Men will always be men, but for any young woman to let her judgment so desert her, Cora, Countess of Grantham: She's not the first girl to be taken in by a uniform. And don't worry, Carson, the baby will ensure she pays the price. Has she tried to get the father to assume some responsibility? Mrs Hughes: She's tried and failed, I'm afraid. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I wonder. If I were to write to Major Bryant inviting him to visit us again, maybe Lord Grantham can prevail on his good nature. Mrs Hughes: I'm not sure he's got one to prevail on. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - MORNING] Mrs Hughes: Satisfied? Mr Carson: I feel sorry for Ethel, but I cannot condone her inability to pronounce a simple two letter word, "No." [Mr Carson checks his pocket watch.] Mr Carson: The wine delivery should've been here by twelve. Get me out of the dining room when they come. Mrs Hughes: Serve the main course and let Jane finish. He won't mind. [INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING] [Robert dines alone, looking a rather pathetic picture. Jane comes with the next course and Robert looks surprised.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Has Carson abandoned me? Jane: He's dealing with a wine delivery, milord. Shall I fetch him? Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, no, I daresay we'll manage. I hope you're happy here and that your family arrangements are not proving too complicated. Jane: Your Lordship has a good memory. Robert, Earl of Grantham: All our lives are lived around our children. How old is your son? Jane: Twelve, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is he at the local school? Jane: He is, but he's trying for a scholarship to Ripon Grammar. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Ah. Is that a realistic prospect? Jane: I think so. He has a real talent for mathematics and his teachers believe it's worth a try. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well done him. I'm impressed. Perhaps I can put in a word. Jane: I'm sure I should say he wants to do it all by himself, but-- but I'm not proud, so if you can say anything, milord, then, for heaven's sake, do. [She laughs and he smiles at her.] Mr Carson (reprimanding): Jane, have you finished in here? [Jane hurries out.] Mr Carson: I hope she wasn't talking out of turn, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not at all. It was my fault, I asked her questions. [INT. ETHEL'S HOUSE - DAY] Ethel: But, surely, if His Lordship asks him, he must do something. Mrs Hughes: Why? What difference will it make? We're not in the fourteenth century. Ethel: But when he hears that Lord Grantham knows what he's done-- Mrs Hughes: What's he done? That all young men aren't anxious to do behind the bicycle sheds every night? Ethel: Then what am I going to do? If Major Bryant doesn't come 'round? Mrs Hughes: Who knows. Go to a big city. Invent a past. You've broken the rules, my girl, and it's no good pretending they're easily mended. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Mr Carson: Mr Bates, there's a telephone call for you. It's your lawyer. Anna: Should I come with you? [Bates nods and they go.] Thomas: Lady Mary was looking for you. Mr Carson: When was this? Thomas: When she got back from her outing. Mr Carson: And were you going to keep it a secret all day? O'Brien: I'm going to fetch me button box. [Thomas smiles knowingly at O'Brien.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY, WARD - DAY] [A convalescent officer hands Edith a letter.] Officer: Thank you. [Edith walks over to Patrick Gordon.] Lady Edith: Any letters to post? Patrick Gordon: Look, I know I've changed, and not for the better, but even so, do you really still not recognise me? Lady Edith: I know. Why am I being so silly? Patrick Gordon: It's funny, isn't it? I came here all the time when I was growing up. Lady Edith: You were here? At Downton? But you're not saying you're... Patrick Gordon: Patrick. Yes, I am. That's exactly what I'm saying. I've just been hoping you'd realise without my having to spell it out. Lady Edith: But Patrick's-- Patrick Gordon: dad? Drowned on the Titanic? Of course, this must be very hard for you. [He motions for her to sit on the cot across from him. She sits, trying to process this news.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] Mr Bates (on the telephone): That's ridiculous. (listens) No, I'm sorry. Of course I'm not saying it's your fault. It's mine. It's all mine. (listens) Yes. Thank you. Goodbye. [Bates hangs up the phone and takes a breath. Anna waits.] Mr Bates: She's only gone and told the judge that I paid her to agree to a divorce. Anna: I suppose you did, didn't you? Mr Bates: Yes, I bloody well did. Anna: So, what does it mean? Mr Bates: Because we withheld it from the court, it means the judge can withdraw the decree nisi. It means I'm not divorced after all. And, above all, it means...that I am a stupid...stupid, stupid man. [Anna goes to his side.] Anna: This won't change a thing. We are going to be together whether she wants it or not. If we have to leave here, if we have to leave the country, we are going to be together. [O'Brien is listening in through the wall.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY, WARD - DAY] Patrick Gordon: I was on the Titanic. That much is true. But I was pulled out of the water by Fifth Officer Lowe, the only one of them to come back. At least, that's what they said later. When I properly came 'round, they misidentified me as Canadian, shipped me up to Montreal. Lady Edith: I don't understand. Why didn't you just tell them who you were? Patrick Gordon: Because I couldn't remember. I don't know if it was the blow to the head or the-- the shock, or cold, but I had no memory. As far as I knew, I was Canadian. Lady Edith: So, what happened? Patrick Gordon: Well, I--I had no reason to go back to England, so in the end, I took my name from a gin bottle, and then, in 1914 I joined Princess Pat's Infantry. Lady Edith: Then what changed? Patrick Gordon: I was caught in a big explsin at Passchendaele. When I woke up, it all came back. Suddenly I knew who I was. I began to call myself Patrick again. Lady Edith: Why not your whole name? And why didn't you send a message at once? Patrick Gordon: I nearly did. And then I heard that Downton was an officer's convalescent home. I thought that if I came here and you knew me, the hard part would be over. Lady Edith: But we didn't know you. Patrick Gordon: Precisely. Lady Edith: I must talk to Papa. We've Matthew, the new heir, to think about. Patrick Gordon: Ah. The new heir. Yes, uh, this will be very difficult for him, of course. Lady Edith: And it must be so hard for you, what with Mary getting married. Patrick Gordon: Did I love her very much? Lady Edith: Well, I'm the wrong person to ask. Patrick Gordon: Because you were the one who really loved me, you mean? Lady Edith: I never thought Patrick knew. Patrick Gordon (crying): Well, he did. I--I do. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] Lady Mary: It's big. The staircase is prettier than the one here. But mainly, it's just big. Matthew Crawley: Can we stop? I'd much rather see your face when we talk. [Mary pushes the wheelchair up to a bench and sits down.] Matthew Crawley: So, will you buy it? Lady Mary: Probably. He says he wants to steal Carson to come and run it for us. Matthew Crawley: I don't envy you telling your Papa. Lady Mary: Hm. Suppose Carson won't do it. Matthew Crawley: Since he would open his veins for you, I don't think there's much doubt. Lady Mary: I don't have to marry him, you know. Matthew Crawley: Yes, you do. If I thought for a moment that I was an argument against your marriage, I should jump into the nearest river. Lady Mary: And how would you manage that without my help? Matthew Crawley: Well, I'd get you to push me in. [They chuckle.] Matthew Crawley: Seriously, I can only relax because I know that you have a real life coming. If I ever thought I was putting that in jeopardy, I'd go away and never see you again. Lady Mary: You don't mean that. Matthew Crawley: But I do. I am the cat that walks by himself and all places are alike to me. I have nothing to give and nothing to share. If you were not engaged to be married, I wouldn't let you anywhere near me. [Carlisle and Cora watch them from the house.] Sir Richard Carlisle: You'd think he was in Mary's sole charge. I'm worried it'll mean a big adjustment for him when we marry. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I don't believe Matthew has any desire to stop her marrying, Richard. Quite the contrary. Sir Richard Carlisle: Maybe. But is she as convinced as he is that they have no future? Cora, Countess of Grantham: What are you saying? Sir Richard Carlisle: I suppose I'm asking whether you want Mary to have children. Because if you do, isn't it time for Lavinia Swire to come back into his life? [INT. DOWNTON GARAGE - DAY] [A woman's heels click on the garage floor and Branson stops as he hears Sybil's voice from his position under the motorcar engine.] Lady Sybil: I wish I knew how an engine worked. Branson: I can teach you if you'd like. [Branson gets up. Sybil shakes her head.] Lady Sybil: That's Edith's territory. Branson: I thought you were avoiding me. [Sybil walks purposefully forward.] Lady Sybil: Of course not. Branson: But you haven't come up with an answer yet, have you? [Sybil ducks her head and stares at the floor.] Lady Sybil: Not yet, I'm afraid. I know you want to play your part in Ireland's troubles, and I respect that. But I just can't think about it all until the wr is over. It won't be long now. So, will you wait? Branson: I'd wait forever. Lady Sybil: I'm not asking for forever. Just a few more weeks. [EXT. COURTYARD - DAY] Thomas: You know, Old Ma Patmore's not as mad as I thought. O'Brien: Why do you say that? Thomas: I made some inquiries and she's right. There's a big demand for rationed food if I can find it. O'Brien: And can you? Thomas: Maybe. Been given a name. I'll have to come up with the money, though. O'Brien: And can you find the money? Thomas: I think so. I've a bit put by, and I could borrow some. O'Brien: It's a risk, though, isn't it? Thomas: You got to speculate to accumulate. Hadn't you heard? O'Brien: No. But I know the one about neither a borrower nor a lender be. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] [Robert tries on his new dinner jacket.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What do you think? All the chaps are wearing them in London. Only for informal evenings, of course. Mr Bates: I'm not sure you'll get much use out of it when the wr is over. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Maybe not. But I can wear it when Her Ladyship and I are on our own. You're very preoccupied tonight. [A knock at the door. Edith enters.] Lady Edith: Papa, can I have a word? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Now? [Robert nods to Bates and he leaves.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What is it? Lady Edith: I think you better sit down. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [Mr Carson measures the distance between table settings. Mary enters.] Lady Mary: I knew you'd be in here...making last minute adjustments. Mr Carson: Never leave anything to chance, my lady, that's my motto. Lady Mary: Mine too, really. Sometimes I wish it wasn't. I gather Sir Richard's asked you about coming with us when we're married. Mr Carson: I need to hear what you think. Lady Mary: It's a terrific idea. If anyone can keep me out of trouble, it's you. Mr Carson: What about His Lordship? Lady Mary: Of course he'll kll me. But I'm sure he'll understand. Mr Carson: Well, I'll give you my answer when you've spoken to His Lordship. It'd be a huge wrench for me to leave Downton. [Mary stares at Carson for a moment, then nods.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY, WARD - EVENING] [Robert enters and stares at Patrick Gordon for a moment before going to him.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Major Gordon, Edith has given me an account of your conversation. Patrick Gordon: She said she would. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I wish you'd spoken to me first. Obviously, I need time to consider what you've said. Patrick Gordon: Well, I--I can offer little proof except that I know things only the real Patrick would know. I was never fingerprinted or anything. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Presumably, you understand that people would be seriously affected should your story be true. Patrick Gordon: You mean Cousin Matthew. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It would be very hard on Matthew. Patrick Gordon: Of course it would, but-- Robert, I-- [Robert reacts badly to the informal address.] Patrick Gordon: I--I mean, Lord Grantham, if you'd prefer it. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I would, until we know more. Patrick Gordon: When I was in the hospital, I had my story written down. [Patrick Gordon picks up a book painfully and hands Robert a letter from inside it.] Patrick Gordon: So you can have it checked, as far as that's possible. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thank you. I'll send it to my lawyers in London and I'll break the news to the family tomorrow. [Patrick makes the same gesture that Mary made when she said "no pack drill" back in episode 2x03.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Where did you learn to do that? [Patrick appears not to know what he means.] Patrick Gordon: Do what? [Robert stares at him for a moment.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Nevermind. [Robert begins to leave.] Patrick Gordon: Am I really a stranger? Do you not recognise me at all? It feels very odd to be talking so formally. Robert, Earl of Grantham: The whole situation is certainly odd. That I freely admit. [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: The wr may be at an end, but the upheaval is only beginning. Isobel Crawley: Oh, how right you are. That is why Downton Abbey still has such an important role to play. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, dear me, there's so much to be done. When you think of all the children laid up with a disease. Isobel Crawley: But they're making such advances now aren't they? Now, could we talk about the lecture programme for Downton--? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: We must, we must. If only I wasn't haunted by those women whose jobs will be snatched from them when the boys come home. Isobel Crawley: But we have to find work for our heroes, don't we? That must be our priority. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mm. Isobel Crawley: However hard that might sound. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mm. As you say. And what about those wretched refugees? What will become of them? Isobel Crawley: Ah. Now you've struck a chord. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Have I really? Oh, thank heaven. Isobel Crawley: What do you mean? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mm? Nothing. Only the thought of those poor men and women flung across Europe far from their homelands, and so much in need of your help. Isobel Crawley: My help? Why do you say that? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: When it comes to helping refugees, your experience renders your value beyond price. One of the organisers said those words. Isobel Crawley: Which organiser? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I forget. Isobel Crawley: What about running Downton? I can't do both. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, I suppose you must decide what is more important: exercise classes and lectures on pottery, or helping men and women build a new life. Isobel Crawley: I must go. But I will think about it. [Violet rings the bell.] Isobel Crawley: Are you coming to Cousin Robert's dinner tonight? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Are you? Isobel Crawley: Well, I didn't feel I could say no. He sent a note this morning and was most insistent. What's it about? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I have no idea. But we'll talk there. We're onto something for you. We mustn't let the iron grow cold. [Isobel smiles and exits.] Isobel Crawley(to the butler): Thank you. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You know there is nothing more ill-bred than to steal other people's servants. Lady Mary: But you're not "other people". And Carson brought me up. Robert, Earl of Grantham: What does he say? Lady Mary: That he won't do anything without your permission. Robert, Earl of Grantham: (chuckles/scoffs) Which, of course, is so cunning. How can I refuse a man who says that? What do you say, Bates? Mr Bates: I say Mr Carson must have the last word on where he lives and works. [Robert, Earl of Grantham looks from Bates to Mary.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: You're ganging up on me. [Mary smiles a little and gives her Papa a kiss.] Lady Mary: You're a darling and I love you. Now, what's this dinner all about? [Robert looks upset.] Lady Mary: Won't you tell me? Robert, Earl of Grantham: You'll find out. [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry if it's a bit of a crush. I didn't want to be overheard. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Are we talking financial ruin? Or criminal investigation? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Neither. I'll get straight to the point. We have a patient who has been badly brned who goes by the name of Patrick Gordon, but he claims to be Patrick Crawley. [They all balk at that.] Isobel Crawley: But I thought he was dad. Didn't he drown on the Titanic? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, of course, it is what we all thought until now. Lady Edith: They never found a body. Lady Mary: They never found lots of bodies. Sir Richard Carlisle: I'm so sorry, but I'm not quite on top of this. Who's Patrick Crawley? Matthew Crawley: The man who would displace me as heir. If he's alive, then I'm no longer the future Earl of Grantham. Lady Mary: It's ridiculous. How can it be true? Where's he been hiding for the last six years? Lady Edith: In Canada, suffering from amnesia. Robert, Earl of Grantham: He does have a story that would explain it. I'm not quite sure about how to test the facts. Lady Edith: He knows all sorts of things that only Patrick, or someone very close to him, would know. Lady Mary: What a stupid thing to say. Any fortune teller at a fair comes up with a dozen details he couldn't possibly know. Cora, Countess of Grantham: There's no need to be angry. This young man is either Patrick or he's not. There must be a way to find out. Is he like Patrick to look at? Lady Mary: He isn't like anything to look at. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I've sent his account up to George Murray in London to ask for his advice. Lady Mary: But what a waste of time and money. Lady Edith: What's the matter? We were all so fond of Patrick. You were going to marry him, for heaven's sake! Aren't you glad if he survived? Sir Richard Carlisle: Dear me, should I be worried? Lady Mary: Certainly not. This man is a fake and an imposter, and I think it's a cruel trick to play when Matthew's been through so much. [Mary is close to tears.] Matthew Crawley: My dear, don't be too quick to decide. You never know. This might be a blessing in disguise. Isobel Crawley: What do you mean? Matthew Crawley: Well, he seems a nice enough chap. He's not very pretty, of course, but he can walk 'round the estate on his own two legs and sire a string of sons to continue the line. All in all, I'd say that's a great improvement on the current situation. Sybil, could I prevail on you to take me back to my room? Lady Sybil: Of course. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [A knock at the door. Mrs Hughes enters.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh, Mrs Hughes, we've had a letter in the evening post from Major Bryant's father. He must've found it hard to write for it seems the Major has been klled in the Battle of Vittorio Veneto. Mrs Hughes: How sad. I'm sorry to hear it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I know, and right at the end. But there we are. I'm afraid it's the end of our story, too. O'Brien: What story is that, milady? Cora, Countess of Grantham: A friend of Mrs Hughes knew the Major. Can you relay the news? Mrs Hughes: Of course. Will that be all? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Yes, thank you. O'Brien: Is that the Major Bryant that Ethel always thought so handsome, milady? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Too handsome for anyone's good. [INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT] [Jane enters and turns on a light. Robert is still sitting in a chair.] Jane: I... beg your parson, Your Lordship. I thought everyone had gone up. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not yet. Jane: Is there anything I can fetch you? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Nothing that would help. Never mind me. Goodnight. [Robert leaves despondently and Jane watches him go.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS - DAY] Lady Edith: Not a shock, exactly, but obviously it was a tremendous surprise. Patrick Gordon: So, what happens next? Lady Edith: Papa has sent your statement up to his solicitor. [Patrick stops to stare at the folly.] Lady Edith: What is it? Do you remember this place? Patrick Gordon: Of course I do. Lady Edith: How we used to hide over there Patrick Gordon: Wasn't there a governess none of you liked? Lady Edith: Fräulein Kelda. Patrick Gordon: That's it. (fake German) Fräulein Kelda! [They laugh.] Patrick Gordon: What fun we used to make of her. Lady Edith: Do you know, I do recognise you now. Patrick Gordon: Do you? [Edith nods.] Patrick Gordon: You haven't changed at all. Not a jot. God knows I have. Lady Edith: It's not important. Patrick Gordon: Edith, if you really mean it, do you think, once it's all settled, we might talk again? [Edith nods. Patrick holds out his scarred hand and she takes it for a moment before they walk on.] [INT. ETHEL'S HOUSE - DAY] Ethel: But if they read her ladyship's letter, won't his parents know? Mrs Hughes: I don't think so. She only wrote to invite him to pay a visit. She thought the subject of the baby would come better face to face. Ethel: Could I write to them? Mrs Hughes: You could try, but where's your proof? With him dad, you've no evidence at all. Ethel: Then I'm ruined. Mrs Hughes: You were ruined already, my girl, so don't let's go overboard. Ethel: How's that new maid getting on? The widow with the little boy? Mrs Hughes: Very well, thank you. Why? Ethel: Just thinking. Everyone wants to help her. To feed her, to find her work, because her son's father is dad. But so is the father of my son. Where's the difference? Mrs Hughes: The difference is, Jane is a respectable married woman that some man chose to be his wife. Ethel: Is that enough? Mrs Hughes: It is in the real world. [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [Carson rings the dinner gong.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Carson, I wonder if I could be put on the London train at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Mr Carson: His Lordship's valet is catching that one. Would you object to his riding in the front with the chauffeur? Sir Richard Carlisle: Not at all. Er, meanwhile, have you given my proposition any thought? Mr Carson: A great deal, Sir Richard. Sir Richard Carlisle: I'll be back on the night of the tenth. Perhaps you could let me have your answer then. [Mr Carson gives him a little bow. Mary enters.] Lady Mary: Answer to what? Sir Richard Carlisle: As to whether Carson will be captain of our ship. Lady Mary: With you at the helm, there's much more chance of a smooth crossing. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Mr Bates: Your Lordship, I need to go to London tomorrow. I've spoken to Mr Carson, he has no objection. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please say this concerns property and not the former Mrs Bates. Mr Bates: I only wish she was the former, milord. Or better still, the late. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Indeed? Mr Bates: I have to reason with her, I have no other choice. She's found a reason to delay things again. No, not delay. She's found a way to ruin things. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Be sensible, Bates. Above all, do not lose your temper. [INT. ETHEL'S HOUSE - EVENING] [Ethel sits with her child and cries.] [INT. SERVANT'S HALL - EVENING] Mr Carson: A German republic? No, I don't think so, Mr Branson. The Kaiser will go, I grant you, and maybe the Crown Prince, too, but there'll be a regency, mark my words. Monarchy is the lifeblood of Europe. Branson: Sorry, Mr Carson, but I think you'll find the kings and emperors've had their day, if President Wilson has anything to say about it. Mr Bates: I'll have to go up to London. Anna: But what will you say to her that you haven't said already? Mr Bates: I don't know, but I know staying here won't make any difference. O'Brien: You're always going up and down to London these days, Mr Bates. Mr Bates: I have business in London. O'Brien: Oh, yes? Well, judging by your expression, your business doesn't seem to be prospering. Anna: The trick of business is mind your own. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry to disturb you, but I-- [There's a great shuffling of chairs and silverware as the servants all stand.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I've just heard news from the wr office and I thought you'd all like to know...that the wr is over. [There is much rejoicing.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Cease fre will begin at eleven o'clock on the morning of the eleventh of November. Mrs Patmore: Why can't it begin now? Thomas: The eleventh of the eleventh seem pretty tidy to me. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We will mark the moment in the great hall, and I expect all of you, including the kitchen staff and hall boys, everyone, to be there. And Carson... [Robert motions for Carson to step aside with him. Mrs Patmore hugs Daisy.] Mrs Patmore: Oh, such good news. So long. Mrs Hughes: Is there anymore glasses [?] Thomas: [?] a toast. [The servants all drink a toast.] All: To peace. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] Isobel Crawley: The truth is, Cora, there is a reason for inviting you here today and I very much fear I'm going to be a great disappointment to you. [Cora cringes as she waits for the unpleasant news that Isobel might continue to invde Downton.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Oh? Isobel Crawley: Cousin Violet is, in part, to blame. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes, I usually am. Isobel Crawley: It was she who drew my attention to the plight of the wr refugees. I feel very guilty since I chivvied you and now I'm jumping ship. But I can't run Downton as well. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You must go where you can make a difference. Isobel Crawley: Well, this is what I think, but I hope you'll consider keeping the house open without me. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I must be honest with you. It was your idea, not ours, so I doubt very much we'll go on with it now. But what does that matter when one thinks of the work you'll be doing? Don't you agree, Mama? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well-- I-- I can't find the words to say how I feel. What do you-- what do you think Molesley? Mr Molesley: Sometimes fate knows best, milady. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I couldn't put it better myself. Isobel Crawley: Well. [INT. MOTORCAR - DAY] [Branson drives the motorcar away from Isobel Crawley's house.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: There really is something for her to do? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Absolutely. It's all set up. I had to promise to be a patron, but it seemed a small price to pay. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I know it was for Robert and the girls, but I thank you without irony from the bottom of my heart. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: And I accept your thanks, my dear, with no trace of irony either. [They grin at each other.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] Lady Edith: Lawyers take forever to answer anything, so they can charge more. Patrick Gordon: But the others don't believe me, do they? Not like you. Lady Edith: I think they want to be certain Patrick Gordon: But how can they ever be? If the lawyer casts even the slightest doubt, won't that give them the excuse to cut me out and stay with Matthew? If only one of them recognised me! Lady Edith: They will do. Soon. Patrick Gordon: No, they won't. They've forgotten me. [Patrick slams the table. Everyone looks over, including Sybil.] Patrick Gordon (shouting): I'm a stranger to them now! [Everyone turns back to their own tables pretending as if nothing happened.] Lady Edith: You're not a stranger to me. [Patrick doesn't seem to take comfort in this.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] O'Brien: I wouldn't be Vera Bates. He left here at dawn with a face like thunder. Wonder if she knows what she started. Thomas: If I were you, I'd keep out of it. Anna: Wise words. Mrs Patmore: How did you get on? Jane: Yeah, it was interesting. Daisy, I wish you'd let me tell you about it. Daisy Mason: There's no point. O'Brien: No point in what? Daisy Mason: Jane keeps making out I'm a wr widow. But I'm not, am I? You all know that. I married William on his deathbed. That don't count. Anna: Course it counts. Daisy Mason: I don't think so. And I wasn't good to him. He thought I loved him, but I didn't. Not like he loved me. I should never have married him in the first place, only you-- Mrs Hughes: Marrying him was a great kindness. Daisy Mason: No, it wasn't kind. It was wrong. [Daisy rushes out, upset. She runs into Bates on her way out.] Mrs Hughes: Mr Bates! How did you get here? Mr Bates: I walked from the station. Mr Carson: You should've said. We'd've sent someone to meet you. Mr Bates: I was glad of the walk. I was glad of the air. [Anna exits with Bates.] Anna: I never thought you'd be back tonight. How was it? Mr Bates: Worse than you can possibly imagine. Anna: What's...? [Anna looks at the bruise on Bates's face. He stops her hand and exits ominously. Anna re-enters the servants' dining hall and O'Brien mulls over their tête-à-tête.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Lady Mary: I assume that whatever Mr Murray has told you means the man is a fake. You can't have asked Matthew to be here unless you know that. Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's very complicated. Lowe was the only officer to go back to the site of the wreck. He did pull some people out of the sea, and it seems one of the men was unidentified. Lady Edith: There. [Mary rolls her eyes.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: One if the reports has him dying before they reached the Carpathia. Lady Mary: Precisely. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Another witness says the man did get to New York alive, but there's no clear record of his name. Lady Edith: Which could be Patrick Crawley. Robert, Earl of Grantham: There's more. There was a Peter Gordon who worked with Patrick at the foreign office. Now, he emigrated to Montreal in 1913. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: When his face was blown away, he decided every cloud has a silver lining. He was perfectly placed to impersonate his dad friend. I mean, no doubt they shared confidences, so he just brushed them up and put himself forward for a major inheritance. Lady Mary: Granny's right. All he needed was a survivor from the Titanic who was unaccounted for, and he found one. Lady Edith: But the Titanic story bears out Patrick's version in every way. Cora, Countess of Grantham: What do you think? [Robert looks at Matthew before answering.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't know what to think. Lady Mary: How can you even hesitate? Lady Edith: But Mary, you haven't heard the things he remembers. Lady Mary: I don't need to. I remember how we played, and your pony, and your birthday, and how we hid in the garden from the nasty governess. What other memories would you have of a childhood spent here? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Murray will continue to investigate. So, Edith, can we be polite to the man, but nothing more? The end of the wr should make it easier to unearth the evidence. That is all for the time being. [The family starts to disperse.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I thought Carlisle was going to come back for our ceremony tomorrow, but he never sent a train time. Lady Mary: He's driving up. He'll be here in time for dinner tonight. [Mary leaves and only Matthew and Robert are left.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm sorry I can't be more decisive. Matthew Crawley: Don't be. I meant what I said the other day. It'll take a man who's more than I am now to follow you. So don't think about me. Robert, Earl of Grantham: My dear chap, how can you say that? I never think about anything else. [EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS, ROMAN FOLLY- DAY] Patrick Gordon: Well, what do they make of this Peter Gordon character they've uncovered? Do they think that's who I am? Lady Edith: Do you remember him? Patrick Gordon: Very well. Peter and I were good friends. Very good friends. Lady Edith: Did you know he moved to Canada? Patrick Gordon: How could I? When I'd forgotten who I was until two months ago. Lady Edith: Of course. Patrick Gordon: So, what will they do now? Lady Edith: Track him down, I imagine. Find out what happened to him. Patrick Gordon: Suppose he joined the Princess Pat Light Infantry. Lady Edith: I don't understand. What are you saying? Why would he? Patrick Gordon: You're very sweet, you know. So sweet you make me think that all things are possible. But perhaps the lesson is you can't go back. Lady Edith: You're tired, and I don't blame you, but you're not to give up. I won't let you. We'll find this Peter Gordon, I know we will. Patrick Gordon: Yes. I expect you will. [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - EVENING] [Mr Carson looks at the wine ledger.] Mrs Hughes: They'll be going in to dinner in a minute. Mr Carson: We've built a good cellar here, you know. I'm not saying it's legendary, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. Mrs Hughes: You've made your mind up, then? Mr Carson: I think so. Yes, I think I have. But with a heavy heart, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: And just when we thought we were getting back to normal. Mr Carson: Don't tell me you'll miss me. Mrs Hughes: I will, Mr Carson. Very much. And it costs me nothing to say it. Mr Carson: Thank you. That means a lot to me. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Shall we go through with the ladies, let them get in here? Matthew Crawley: Of course. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I wonder what happened to Richard. Lady Mary: He'll have started late and... [Richard enters.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Oh, I do apologise lady Grantham. We got stuck in Royston and a cart had overturned in Baldock. [Lavinia enters, to everyone's surprise but Cora's.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Hello, my dear. How lovely to see you. Lavinia: You sure? Sir Richard said you were expecting me, but are you? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Of course we are. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Can you take Matthew into the small library? Are you hungry? We've finished, but Mrs Hughes can easily put something on a tray. Carson? [Carson exits. No one is pleased with Cora.] [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] [Lavinia wheels Matthew into the library.] Matthew Crawley: Nothing's changed. Lavinia: But, you see, it has. Because I've changed. When I was last here, I was so bowled over that I let you send me away. But not this time. I love you. I'm going to look after you, that's all there is to it. Matthew Crawley: And if I refuse? Lavinia: I'm sorry, but I mean it. You won't frighten me away, whatever you do. [Edith and Sybil enter.] Lady Edith: It seems such a waste of time to drive from London and get stuck in every town on the way. Lady Sybil: Oh, I don't agree. I'd love to drive and you'd better love it too [...] Anthony Strallan. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Before you scold me, it's no good pretending Mary is not a good deal too attached to Matthew. Robert, Earl of Grantham: So you summon Lavinia? To be sacrificed like some latter day Iphigenia doomed to push his chair through all eternity? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Robert. It's quite simple. Do you want Mary's marriage to be a success? Do you want grandchildren? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Sometimes, Cora, you can be curiously unfeeling. [Robert takes a drink and Cora leaves.] [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] Lady Mary: Suppose he doesn't want her back? Have you thought of that? Sir Richard Carlisle: He needs someone to look out for him. Lady Mary: Yes, but— Sir Richard Carlisle: And you'll be too busy with our new life, won't you? Lady Mary: Look, I know you're used to having your own way— [Carlisle grabs her and pushes her against a column.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Yes, I am. And I'll say something now I hope won't have to repeat. If you think you can jilt me, or in some way set me aside, I tell you now, you have given me the power to destroy you, and don't think I won't use it. I want to be a good husband, and for you to be happy, but don't ever cross me, do you understand? Never. [He kisses her.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Absolutely never. [Mary nods.] [INT. DOWNTON ABBEY, WARD - MORNING] [Edith enters while Sybil is changing the sheets on Patrick Gordon's cot.] Lady Edith: What's happened to Major Gordon? Lady Sybil: He's gone. Lady Edith: But he can't have. When? Lady Sybil: After breakfast. We couldn't very well stop him. The wr's over. He left this for you. [Sybil hands Edith a note. Edith and Sybil sit down on the bed as she opens it.] Lady Sybil: What does it say? Lady Edith: "It was too difficult. I'm sorry." - P. Gordon. Lady Sybil: "P" for Patrick or "P" for Peter? Lady Edith: I know what you think, but I don't accept it. We drove him away. His own family drove our cousin away. Lady Sybil: But you believed in him, whoever he was, and that's worth something. [Edith leaves the room upset.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I think while the clock strikes, we should all make a silent prayer to mark the finish of this terrible wr, and what that means for each and every one of us. Let us remember the sacrifices that have been made and the men who will never come back, and give them our thanks. [The clock chimes and the soldiers all stand (or sit) at attention. The eleventh chime fades and Robert relaxes.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Thank you, everyone. [The officers stand at ease.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Remember that this is not just the end of a long wr, but it is the dawn of a new age. God bless you all. [Everyone departs and Lavinia begins to push Matthew's wheelchair.] Mr Bates: Let me help you with that. Lavinia: Can you get him back to his room? I'll open the door. [Lavinia walks off and Mr Bates begins to push Matthew's chair. Matthew is startled.] Matthew Crawley: My God. [Bates stops.] Mr Bates: Something wrong, sir? Matthew Crawley: No, nothing. Bates, if I felt... Mr Bates: If you felt what, sir? Matthew Crawley: It doesn't matter. Not yet. [Matthew looks down at his legs.] Matthew Crawley: Not until I feel it again. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR - DAY] Mr Carson: I thought that was very dignified, very calming. Thank you, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't suppose you're having any doubts about leaving? Mr Carson: I'm afraid not, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, I can't say I'm not sorry. Mr Carson: I won't go until we've found a proper replacement, Robert, Earl of Grantham: Whoever we find won't replace you. [Carson and Robert continue to stand on the front step, hands clasped behind their backs.] [EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS, ROMAN FOLLY - DAY] [Edith cries as she sits at the Roman folly with the note from P. Gordon.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Anna: Yes, of course. Mr Carson: Mr Bates, telegram for you. [Carson hands Bates the telegram and he opens it. It's obviously not good news. Bates hands the note to Anna as he leaves the table. She reads it.] Thomas: What was that about? Anna: His wife's dad. [They're all shocked.] Anna: Someone found her early this morning. [Anna leaves. We see a sht of Vera Bates d*ad on the floor somewhere with a broken cup next to her.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "02x06 - Episode Six"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR - MORNING] [Edith watches an army hospital truck leave.] 1919 [Mrs Hughes joins Edith.] Lady Edith: That's the last of the equipment gone. Mrs Hughes: The maids have put the drawing room back to normal. [The dog follows Robert around the house.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - MORNING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm walking down to the village. I want to have a word with Travis. Cora, Countess of Grantham: You know that Richard will be here any moment. Robert, Earl of Grantham: That's why I'm telling you. Give him my excuses, I'll see him at dinner. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Is there any news on the Bates situation? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not that I'm aware of. Cora, Countess of Grantham: So, you still want to keep him on? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Cora, Bates's wife has committed su1c1de. It's very sad, of course, but not, when I last looked, a reason to sack him. Cora, Countess of Grantham: They've taken the rest of the beds. Robert, Earl of Grantham: So, that's the finish of it. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Not quite. We still have Matthew. And I wanted to ask you, isn't it time he went home? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I see. You want to throw him out. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Robert! I want him to learn to be as independent as he can, and I want Mary to get on with her life. What's wrong with that? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is there something you're not telling me? Cora, Countess of Grantham: What do you mean? Robert, Earl of Grantham: About Mary and Matthew. Some element you haven't told me? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Of course not! You're being silly. Robert, Earl of Grantham: If thinking that trying to protect Mary with a ring of steel is silly, then, yes, I am very silly. [Robert leaves angrily.] [INT. LIBRARY - MORNING] [Carson carries tea into the library.] Lavinia: Seriously. They have special vehicles now. [Carson puts the tray down.] Matthew: You shouldn't be doing that. Mr Carson: Let us hope the end of the wr brings the return of the footmen, Mr Crawley. Lavinia: Do you think they will return? Mr Carson: I certainly hope so. Matthew: I'm sure Sir Richard can buy you a dozen when you get to Haxby. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, DRIVEWAY - DAY] [Jane picks up some spilled apples on her knees. Robert approaches.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Let me. Jane: Oh. No, my lord, I can manage it. [Robert helps her pick up the apples.] Jane: The handle broke. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Aren't we feeding you? Jane: They're from my mother's apple store. She always loads me up. [They stand up.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: How is your boy doing? Er, Freddy? Jane: Yes, Freddy. He's doing very well. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I wrote to the headmaster of Ripon Grammar. I said to look out for him. Jane: Tha-- that's so kind, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I hope it works. I don't really see why it should, but you never know. I suppose you miss your husband very much. Jane: Of course. But I have Freddy. And when you think of what some families have gone through... Robert, Earl of Grantham: I know. Almost thirty dad on this estate alone. And the [Elkins?] down at Longway lost three out of four sons. Mrs Carter's only boy was klled a-- a month before the end of the wr. Poor William. And then there's Matthew. [Robert mourns all of these losses in a pathetic tone and Jane's heart goes out to him.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Do you ever wonder what it was all for? [They're distracted by an approaching motorcar.] Jane: I better go in, my lord. [Jane walks off toward the servants' entrance and Robert walks toward the front door. Sir Richard's car pulls up. Robert joins him as he steps out.] Sir Richard Carlisle: The train was late. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Welcome to the new world. Sir Richard Carlisle: When a wr is over, the first emotion is relief, the second, disappointment. Robert, Earl of Grantham: How sad. But how true. Come in and have some tea. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Mrs Patmore brings some food to the table.] Anna: Will you miss the extra staff, Mrs Patmore? Mrs Patmore: Not really. When push comes to shove, I'd rather do it myself. Though God knows what I'm to feed them on. There's nothing out there to be had. Oh well. The Lord tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. Daisy Mason: What about you, Thomas? How much longer will you stay? Thomas: Well, now the last of the invalids have gone, I suppose I'm finished. I'll report to Major Clarkson, but he won't be taking anyone on. Anna: I suppose the hospital will revert to the way it was before the wr. Daisy Mason: Where will you go? Thomas: What's it to you? [Thomas leaves and O'Brien follows him.] O'Brien: Where will you go? Thomas: I'll tell you where I'm going. Into business. It's all set up. O'Brien: Do you mean black market business? Thomas: Don't look so surprised. I found a dealer, and as soon as I make the payment, I'll have the supplies. O'Brien: Where will you keep them? Thomas: I've got a shed in the village, and I've got a banger to deliver the stuff. I'll be well fixed as soon as word gets out. You heard her. There are shortages all around. O'Brien: Isn't it dangerous? Thomas: I don't think so. I don't think the police are bothered about rationing now the wr's over. It won't last forever. But by the time it's done, I should have enough to go into business properly. O'Brien: So that's your future settled as a plutocrat. In the meantime, have you found somewhere to live? Thomas: Not yet, but there's no hurry. I'm sure they won't object if I stop here for a week or two. O'Brien: I shouldn't bet on it. [The dressing gong rings and the servants get up to prepare.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Mr Bates: I nearly put out the new dinner jacket, milord, but then Mr Carson said the Dowager was dining here. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Quite right. Mustn't frighten the horses. By the way, Her Ladyship was asking if there's any more news about Mrs Bates. Mr Bates: I don't think so, milord. They'd like to know why she did it, but I don't suppose we ever shall. Robert, Earl of Grantham: You'd think she'd leave a note. Mr Bates: Perhaps it was a spur of the moment decision. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, it can't have been, can it? And wouldn't she have to get hold of the stuff? [Bates seems surprised and disturbed.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Please forgive me, I was thinking aloud. We'll drop the subject. [INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Anna walks past Carlisle's guest bedroom.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Anna? [She stops and Carlisle steps out of his room.] Sir Richard Carlisle: It is Anna, isn't it? Anna: Yes, sir. Sir Richard Carlisle: I want to ask a favour of you. Anna: Of me, Sir Richard? Sir Richard Carlisle: You. I've been waiting for you. I wonder if you could step into my room for a moment. [Anna hesitates, about to protest, but checks that no one is in the corridor and follows him in.] [INT. CARLISLE'S GUEST BEDROOM - DAY] [Carlisle closes the door.] Sir Richard Carlisle: You attend Lady Mary and her sisters, don't you? In addition to your other duties. Anna: I do, sir, yes. Sir Richard Carlisle: You must be kept very busy. I hope it's worth your while. Because I would be very willing to increase your stipend. Anna: If this is about coming with Lady Mary when you marry, it's very good of you, sir, but you see, my fiancé Mr Bates works here and I don't think that I-- Sir Richard Carlisle: No, it's-- it's not that. Although, it's a pity. Lady Mary's very fond of you. Anna: That's kind. Sir Richard Carlisle: You see, I'm anxious to make Lady Mary happy. Anna: Of course you are, sir. Sir Richard Carlisle: And to that end, I feel I need to know a great deal more about her than I do. Our customs are so strange in this country. A couple is hardly allowed a moment alone together before they walk down the aisle. Anna: I'm not sure I understand, sir. Sir Richard Carlisle: I'd like to know more about her interests. Where she goes, whom she sees, what she says to them. Anna: Excuse me, sir, do you mean you want me to give you a report of Lady Mary's actions? Sir Richard Carlisle: It'll be extra work, but I'm happy to pay. Anna: I'm sure. But I'm afraid I wouldn't have the time. Thank you, sir. Sir Richard Carlisle: Well, it's your choice, of course. [Anna turns to go.] Sir Richard Carlisle: I'd be grateful if you didn't mention this to Lady Mary. I wouldn't want her to think I was checking up on her. [Anna gives him a disgusted look and leaves.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I nearly came down in a dinner jacket tonight. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Really? Well, why not a dressing gown? Or, better still, pyjamas? Robert, Earl of Grantham: That's why I didn't. Isobel Crawley: I like the new fashions. Shorter skirts, looser cuts. The old clothes were all very well if one spent the day on a chaise longue, but if one wants to get anything done, the new clothes are much better. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'll stick to the chaise longue. Lady Sybil: Granny, you don't really want things to go back to the way they were, surely? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Of course I do. And as quickly as possible. Lady Sybil: What about you, Papa? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Before the wr, I believed my life had value. I suppose I should like to feel that again. [Awkward silence.] Lady Mary: Have you seen the boys' haircuts the women are wearing in Paris? Matthew: I hope you won't try that. [Mary looks over at him in surprise and Violet looks curiously between them.] Lady Mary: I might. Lavinia: I'm not sure how feminine it is. Lady Mary: I'm not sure how feminine I am. Sir Richard Carlisle: Very, I'm glad to say. [Edith grins in amusement.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Carson, I keep forgetting to tell Mrs Hughes we've had a letter from Major Bryant's mother. She and her husband are in Yorkshire on Friday and she wants to pay us a visit. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why? Cora, Countess of Grantham: The last time they saw him alive it was here. I can understand. Mr Carson: Will they be staying, my lady? Cora, Countess of Grantham: No, but we'll give them luncheon. That way, they can talk about the Major with all of us who knew him. [Sybil looks like she's trying to contain her irritation toward the insipid conversation.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: That lets me out, thank heaven. [INT. DOWNTON GARAGE - EVENING] [Branson hears heels clicking on the garage floor and glances up from the car engine. He does a double take as he sees Sybil in her evening gown. She tilts her head shyly, waiting for him to say something.] Branson: You look very fine. Lady Sybil: Everything I own is from my season before the wr. I'm trying to wear them out. [Branson continues to check her out.] Lady Sybil: Where have you been all day? Branson: Nowhere. I've just been busy. Lady Sybil: I envy you. I feel so flat after the rush and bustle of the last two years. They were sighing for the old days at dinner, but all I could do was think about how much more I want from life now than I did then. Branson: Does this mean that you've made up your mind…at last? Lady Sybil: Not quite. But almost. [Branson looks down, slightly disappointed. Sybil touches his face and he looks up, surprised, and stares at her longingly.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - EVENING] Mr Carson: What do you mean, "How did she say it?"? "Mr and Mrs Bryant are coming for luncheon on Friday." Mrs Hughes: How are things over at Haxby? Mr Carson: Pretty good. Building materials are in short supply, but Sir Richard knows how to get around that. Mrs Hughes: Hmph, I bet he does. Mr Carson: Oh, you should see some of the gadgets in the kitchens. And the bathrooms, oh, goodness me. They're like something out of a film with Theda Bara. Mrs Hughes: I'm surprised you know who Theda Bara is. Mr Carson: Oh, I get about, Mrs Hughes. I get about. Mrs Hughes: But will you be happy there? That's what want to be sure of. Mr Carson: If you're asking whether I'll regret leaving Downton, I will regret it every minute of every day. I thought I would die here and haunt it ever after. Mrs Hughes: Well, then... Mr Carson: You see, I think I can help her in those early years, when it's important to get it right. And if I can help her, then I must. Mrs Hughes: I wish I could understand. To me, Lady Mary is an uppity minx who's the author of her own misfortunes. Mr Carson: You didn't know her when she was a child, Mrs Hughes. She was a guinea a minute then. I remember once she came in here, can't have been more than four or five years old, she said, "Mr Carson, I've decided to run away and I wonder if I might take some of the silver to sell." [They chuckle.] Mr Carson: "Well," I said, "that could be awkward for His Lordship. I suppose I give you sixpence to spend in the village instead." "Very well," said she, "but you must be sure to charge me interest." [They chuckle.] Mrs Hughes: And did you? Mr Carson: She gave me a kiss in full payment. Mrs Hughes: Then she had the better bargain. Mr Carson: I wouldn't say that. [Anna enters.] Anna: There you are, Mrs Hughes. They said you were in here. Might I have a word? Mrs Hughes: Of course. Shall we go to my room? Anna: There's no reason Mr Carson shouldn't hear it. In fact, I think he probably should. You see, I've had a request from Sir Richard that you ought to know about. [INT. MATTHEW'S GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Bates helps Matthew into bed.] Matthew: You've done this before. Bates, can I ask you something? If I started to feel a…tingling in my legs, what do you think that might mean? Mr Bates: Have you told Dr Clarkson? Matthew: Yes. He says it's an illusion. A memory of a tingling, or something. But, I mean, I do know my back is broken, I understand that I won't recover, but…I do keep feeling it, or I think I do. Mr Bates: I should wait and see. If something is changing, it will make itself known. Now, will that be all? Matthew: Yes, thank you. Bates...please don't tell anyone. I couldn't bear it if…Miss Swire or…Mother or…or anyone started to hope. Mr Bates: I won't say a thing. Goodnight, sir. [EXT. THE VILLAGE - MORNING] [Mrs Hughes walks to the bus stop and nods to passersby.] Mrs Hughes: Morning. Morning. [INT. ETHEL'S HOUSE - DAY] Mrs Hughes: I don't know why I'm doing this. I must be out of my mind. Ethel: Because you know it's my last chance. Mrs Hughes: Well, that's true. They won't be back, not after this trip. Ethel: So, what should I do? Mrs Hughes: Come to the house, but stay outside in the game larder. I'll leave some food there and a blanket, and then I'll try and find a moment alone with Mrs Bryant and tell her about little Charlie. And then, if she asks - only if she asks, mind you - I'll bring her out to see the child. Ethel: What about him? Mrs Hughes: If either of them are in the least interested, it'll be the mother. Ethel: Do you think she'll help me? Mrs Hughes: She might. Ethel: Suppose she won't see him? Mrs Hughes: Then you're no worse off than you are already. Look, I shouldn't be doing it. So, if you're not keen, then, for heaven's sake, let's forget all about it. Ethel: No. I'll be there, I promise. [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Lady Sybil: Doesn't it feel odd to have the rooms back? Lady Edith: And only asked to sit in them. I suppose we'll get used to it. Lady Sybil: I don't want to get used to it. Lady Edith: What do you mean? Lady Sybil: I know what it is to work now. To have a full day, to be tired in a good way. I don't want to start dress fittings or paying calls or standing behind the gn. Lady Edith: But how does one escape all that? Lady Sybil: I think I've found a way to escape. Lady Edith: Nothing too drastic, I hope. Lady Sybil: It is drastic. There's no going back once I've done it, but that's what I want. No going back. Lady Edith: I don't want to go back either. Lady Sybil: Then don't. You're far nicer than you were before the wr, you know. [EXT/INT. THOMAS'S STORAGE SHED - DAY] O'Brien: Where did you get it all? Thomas: I told you, this bloke from Leeds. O'Brien: Where did he get it? Thomas: Some's army surplus, some's from America and Ireland, everywhere. He's got contacts all over, that's what I'm paying him for. O'Brien: How much have you paid him? Thomas: A lot. But I'm not worried. I've taken nothing perishable. This lot'll last for months. I'll be sold out long before any of it's gone off. O'Brien: Starting with Mrs Patmore. [INT. PARLOUR - DAY] Lady Mary: But Carson, if you're abandoning me, I think I deserve to know the reason why. Mr Carson: I do not believe that Sir Richard and I would work well together. Lady Mary: But there must be more to it than that. You knew what Sir Richard was like. We were to educate him together, you and I. Wasn't that the plan? Mr Carson: Sir Richard offered Anna a sum of money to report your activities to him. Whom you saw, what you said... Lady Mary: He wanted her to spy on me. Mr Carson: Naturally, he used a different word. Lady Mary: Naturally. And she refused? Mr Carson: She refused, and she reported the offer to Mrs Hughes and me. Lady Mary: Well, I wish she'd come to me first. So, you mean you'd be uncomfortable working for a spymaster? How disappointing of you. And I always thought you were fond of me. [Carson is shocked. Carlisle enters from outside.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Ah, there you are. I had a quick walk before dinner. Lady Mary: We ought to get changed first. Mr Carson: Will that be all, my lady? Lady Mary: Yes, Carson. Thank you. I think that will be all. Carson has decided not to come with us to Haxby. Sir Richard Carlisle: Ah, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can say to change your mind? Mr Carson: I'm afraid not, sir. [Carson leaves.] Sir Richard Carlisle: What a shame. Lady Mary: Not really. Butlers will be two a penny now they're all back from the wr. [Mr Carson hears that just before he closes the door.] [INT. SERVE ROOM - EVENING] [Robert turns the corner and is surprised to find Jane.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I gather Carson was looking for me. Jane: Erm, sh--shall I go and find him, milord? Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's all right. Tell him I'll be in the dressing room. Has he done the red wine yet? Jane: Er, it's over here, milord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Ah. I'm pleased. [Robert walks into the cupboard to look at the wine.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: It's a new one on me. I had some at a dinner in London and ordered it. Carson thought we might try it tonight. [Jane nods.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well, I better go up. Jane: You made me sad yesterday, wondering what the wr was for. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, don't listen to me. I'm a foolish man who's lost his way and don't quite know how to find it again. [Robert thinks for a moment, looking down at Jane, who is standing just within kissing distance. He leans forward and grabs her suddenly and kisses her. She makes slightly desperate noises as he kisses her, not knowing exactly what to do. He lets her go.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I'm terribly sorry. Please try to forgive me. [Robert starts to walk off.] Jane: I do forgive you. [He pauses for a moment, and then continues walking. Jane rushes down to the servants' corridor and meets Mr Carson.] Jane: Oh, Mr Carson, er, His Lordship said you were looking for him. Mr Carson: And? Jane: And, er...w-- I was to say that you'd find him in the dressing room. Mr Carson: What's the matter with you? Jane: Nothing. [Jane rushes off and slips by Anna in the corridor.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Mr Carson: I wrestled with it, my lord, I don't mind admitting. And I wanted to be there to help Lady Mary, and-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: And protect her from Sir Richard. Mr Carson: Well, I...wouldn't quite have put it like that, but...yes, I suppose. Only-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: Only you felt you couldn't work for a man who would offer a bribe. Mr Carson: That is correct, my lord. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Are you quite sure you won't regret it? I know how fond you are of Lady Mary. Mr Carson: But I couldn't work for a man that I don't respect, and I certainly couldn't have left Downton for him. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I shall take that as a compliment, for myself and for my house. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Lady Mary: I still don't see why you didn't tell me first. Anna: I'm sorry milady, but I didn't want to add to your troubles. Lady Mary: Well, you have done, whether you wanted to or not. [Anna is upset by Mary's reprimand.] [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] [Lavinia wheels Matthew into the library.] Matthew: Nobody's down yet. Lavinia: They won't be long. Oh, look. They've cleared the tea, but forgotten to take that tray. Matthew: Ring the bell. Lavinia: I'll do it. They'll be busy getting dinner ready. Matthew: It's too heavy for you. Lavinia: No, it's not. [Lavinia trips over a footstool.] Matthew: Look out! [Matthew stands up, trying to catch Lavinia, but she drops the tray and falls against the mantel.] Lavinia: Heavens, that was a near thing. [Matthew takes her arm and they both realize he's standing.] Lavinia: My God. [Robert and Lavinia rush down the corridor, collecting the family.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mary! Girls! Cora, come at once. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Robert, wait. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Everyone come at once! Lady Mary: What is it? What's happened? Robert, Earl of Grantham: Come and see this! [They rush into the library.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Is it true? Is it true what Lavinia says? [Lavinia goes to Matthew and he takes her hand to help himself stand up. The family is stunned with joy.] Lady Mary: I can't believe it! Cora, Countess of Grantham: It's so wonderful! Lady Sybil: It is, but don't tire yourself out. Sit down now and we'll send for Dr Clarkson. Robert, Earl of Grantham: She's right. Edith, go with Branson. Ge--get Clarkson, but fetch Mama and Cousin Isobel as well. I don't care what they're doing. Tell them to come now. My dear chap, I cannot begin to tell you what this means to me. Matthew: Well, it's pretty good news for me, too. [Robert laughs in relief.] [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] Dr Clarkson: There is only one possible explanation. It starts with my own mistake. Every indication told me that the spine was transected, which would have been incurable. Robert, Earl of Grantham: But when Sir John Coats came to see Matthew, he agreed with you. Dr Clarkson: Well, he didn't, not entirely. He thought that it could conceivably be a case of spinal shock. That is, erm, intense bruising, which was sufficiently severe to impede the leg mechanism. Lady Mary: But which would heal. Lavinia: Why didn't you tell us? Dr Clarkson: Because I didn't agree with him, and I didn't want to raise Captain Crawley's hopes to no purpose. Matthew: I understand. And I don't blame you. Dr Clarkson: You must take it slowly. Rome wasn't built in a day. Matthew: I know. Dr Clarkson: And I'm afraid you will carry a bruise on your spine for the rest of your life. Matthew: But I will have a life. Dr Clarkson: Yes. I think we can say that you will have a normal life, and it won't be long in coming. Isobel Crawley: My darling boy. My darling boy. [Isobel gets up to kiss him.] Mr Carson: Excuse me, my lord, but Mrs Hughes was wondering what she should do about dinner. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Er, you'll all stay for dinner, won't you? Dr Clarkson: I'm afraid I'm not dressed. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, nevermind that. Who cares about that? What about you, Mama? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, certainly. All this unbridled joy has given me quite an appetite. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] Anna: There you are. I wondered what had happened to you. It's wonderful news, isn't it? Mr Bates: Wonderful. Are you busy? Anna: I'm just going up to help in the dining room. Why? Mr Bates: It'll keep. Anna: No, tell me. I've got time. Mr Bates: It's just, something His Lordship said recently I can't get out of my mind. How Vera must have...bought the poison and taken it home with her. Anna: Yes, I suppose she must, and it's...it's just such a terrible thing to think of. Mr Bates: But she didn't. I did. Anna: What? Mr Bates: Months ago, before I left, Vera said we needed rat poison, and I bought it. It was arsenic, and I've been thinking that's what she must've taken. Anna: Have you told the police? Mr Bates: No. Anna: Tell them. If you don't, when they find out, it'll look bad. Mr Bates: But wouldn't I be asking for trouble? Anna: You're asking for trouble if you stay silent. Mr Carson: Anna, we're starting. Anna: Sorry, Mr Carson. [Anna follows Carson upstairs.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Tell me, how are things progressing at Haxby? Sir Richard Carlisle: Quite well. I've put in a condition so the builders are fined for every day they go over. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Does that make for a happy atmosphere? Sir Richard Carlisle: I want it done. They can be happy in their own time. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Why the rush? Sir Richard Carlisle: I like everything I own to be finished and ready to sell. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: You're not thinking of selling Haxby, surely? Sir Richard Carlisle: Depends. We'll have to see if it suits us to be so close to Downton. Matthew: I—I want to tell you all something. As you know, during this - well, I think I can say – horrible time, Lavinia has proved to be the most marvellous person. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Here, here. Isobel Crawley: Indeed. Matthew: I never thought we would marry, for all sorts of reasons, but she wouldn't accept that. And so, now I'm very pleased to say that she's been proved right. [Sybil looks down, considering his words. Matthew and Lavinia hold hands at the table.] Matthew: Lavinia and I will get married. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh, my dear fellow. Isobel Crawley: Isn't it wonderful? [Cora looks at Mary, and Mary puts on a smile that she clearly doesn't feel.] Matthew: Just as soon as I'm well enough to walk down the aisle. Dr Clarkson can help us with when. Dr Clarkson: Not long now. Matthew: And she feels we ought to marry here, at Downton, to bury forever the memories of what, I hope, has been the darkest period of my life. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Of course. Lavinia: Are you sure? I know it should be at my home in London, but we've been through so much here. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We'd be delighted. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes, bravo. Excellent news. Mary, isn't that excellent news? Lady Mary: Just excellent. [Violet studies Mary's reaction. Sybil stares at nothing for a moment, thinking.] [INT. DOWNTON GARAGE - NIGHT] [Branson is reading the newspaper when he hears Sybil's heels and looks up to see her entering.] Branson: You're very late. Won't they worry? Lady Sybil: They're all so excited, they won't care where I am. Branson: I'm pleased. I like Mr Matthew. Lady Sybil: He announced at dinner that he wants to get married at Downton. Somehow it made me feel more than ever that the wr is really over and it's time to move forward. Branson: Do you mean you've made your decision? Lady Sybil: Yes. And my answer is... [Branson braces himself.] Lady Sybil: That I'm ready to travel...and you are my ticket. [Sybil smiles.] Lady Sybil: To get away from this house, away from this life-- Branson: Me? Lady Sybil: No, Uncle Tom Cobley. [Sybil giggles and Branson stops holding his breath.] Branson: I'm sorry. But I've waited so long for those words, I can't believe I'm hearing them. You won't mind burning your bridges? Lady Sybil: Mind? Fetch me the matches! [Branson smiles with a sigh of relief and leans forward to kiss her. She holds back.] Lady Sybil: Yes, you can kiss me, but that is all until everything is settled. Branson: For now, God knows, it's enough that I can kiss you. [Sybil smiles at his reply and they kiss.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What a day. I can't stop smiling. Cora, Countess of Grantham: No. But another time, please ask me before you agree to host a wedding. Robert, Earl of Grantham: What? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm fond of Matthew, of course, but you do realise this means Mary's marriage will be delayed. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I can't help that. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Mary's our first priority, Robert. And just because Matthew's been lame... Robert, Earl of Grantham: Matthew's been lame? Can you hear the words coming out of your mouth? Can you hear how stupid and selfish they are? Because I can. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Patmore: Don't bother me with it now. I've enough on trying to make a luncheon that looks worth eating. Thomas: Well, that's what I'm saying. Everything's in short supply now. Mrs Patmore: Short supply? No supply, more like. Talk about making a silk purse out of a sow's ear. I wish we had a sow's ear. It'd be better than this brisket. O'Brien: That's just it. Thomas has come by some groceries and such and he's prepared to let them go for the right price. Mrs Patmore: Oh, he's prepared to let them go, is he? And how did he come by them? That's what I'd like to know. Thomas: Well, they're not stolen, in case you're worried. Mrs Patmore: Oh, I'm not worried. You're the one who should be worried. Tell you what, I'm making a wedding cake now for Mr Crawley. I'll finish it early and feed it with brandy. So, if I give you a list of ingredients, can you get them? Thomas: I can. Mrs Patmore: And then we'll see. Now, will you leave me and let me get on with this travesty? [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR - DAY] [The Bryants arrive in a motorcar and Mrs Hughes steps up next to Carson to greet them.] Mr Carson: Why are you here? [Mrs Hughes doesn't reply.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Mr Bryant, Mrs Bryant, welcome. Mrs Bryant: We're so pleased to be here. This is so kind of you, Lady Grantham. Mr Bryant: It is kind, but we ought to make it clear we can't stay long. I wasn't sure we had time to come at all. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Luncheon's quite ready. Mr Bryant: We must eat and run, I'm afraid. We have to be at Maryport by six. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We're all so terribly sorry about the reason you're here. Mr Bryant: If we could see Charles's room-- [Mrs Hughes steps forward quickly.] Mrs Hughes: Shall I take Mrs Bryant up? Cora, Countess of Grantham: No, I'll do it. Robert, Earl of Grantham: We'll all do it. My cousin, Mrs Crawley, who looked after Major Bryant and my daughters who nursed will join us for luncheon. Mrs Bryant: How thoughtful. Mr Bryant: But we can't be long. I've told our chauffeur to stay in the car. Mrs Hughes: Will I take him something to eat? Mr Bryant: Leave him be. He's quite happy. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Now, please, come and see where Major Bryant lived while he was with us. [They enter the house and Mrs Hughes is left standing there.] [INT. GAME LARDER - DAY] Mrs Hughes: I'm afraid it's not going to work. Ethel: Why? Mrs Hughes: They're in the dining room now and they're getting straight into the car when they're finished. I tried to speak to her on her own, but there was never the right moment. (to the little boy) Your grandad is a bit of a bully. Ethel: But I must see them. I've come all this way. Mrs Hughes: Of course it's a disappointment. Ethel: You said yourself there wouldn't be another chance. Mrs Hughes: We can't know that. Maybe you should write to them after all. You've nothing to lose. Ethel: No. No, they have to see him. They must see Charlie. Mrs Hughes: Well, maybe they will. Sometime in the future. I hope so. You'd better go now. [Ethel looks down at Charlie and then walks out with him.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Daisy Mason: This wedding cake, can I make it? Mrs Patmore: You wouldn't know how to start. Daisy Mason: But you can tell me. And if I make it early, then you can make another if it's no good. Mrs Patmore: Hmm. If I say yes, will you do as you're told? [Daisy smiles.] Mrs Hughes: Daisy, there's a wretched chauffeur at the front who's not allowed to get out of the car. So, can you make him a sandwich and take him up a bottle of pop-- [Mrs Hughes sees Ethel rush down the servants' corridor and her jaw drops.] Daisy Mason: We've some ham. Mrs Hughes: Oh, my God. [Mrs Hughes goes after Ethel.] Daisy Mason: Who was that? Mrs Patmore: Wasn't that Ethel? Di-- did you see what she was carrying? Daisy Mason: No. Mrs Patmore: Then just...let's leave it at that. [INT. DINING ROOM - DAY] Mrs Bryant: I'm afraid Downton will be a place of pilgrimage for a while. Cora, Countess of Grantham: We're glad to be, if we can help to bring some peace of mind. Mr Bryant: There's no point in wallowing in it. What good does it do? Ethel: Leave me alone! Mrs Hughes: Ethel! [Ethel rushes into the room with Charlie, Mrs Hughes and Anna in pursuit. The luncheon party is shocked.] Anna: I tried to stop her-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: What on earth? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Ethel-- (to Robert) I know what this is. Mrs Hughes, I don't think it's quite the right-- Ethel: I'm stopping...until I've had my say. [Ethel looks at Mrs Bryant.] Ethel: This is Charlie, your grandson. He's almost a year old. [Mr Bryant stands up and throws his napkin on the table.] Mr Bryant: What proof have you? Ethel: What? Mr Bryant: I say, what proof have you? If my son was the father of this boy, where's your proof? Any letters? Any signed statement? Ethel: Why would there be any letters? We were in the same house. Mrs Hughes: I think she's telling the truth. Mr Bryant: I'm not interested in "think." I want proof that my son acknowledged paternity of this boy. If what you say is true, then he would've known of the boy's existence for months before he...before he was klled. Ethel: Yes, he knew. Mr Bryant: So, what did he do about it? Ethel (close to tears): Nothing. He did nothing. Mr Bryant: Thank you. That's the proof I was looking for. If Charles was the father, he would never have shirked his responsibilities. Never. Ethel: Well, he did! Mr Bryant: I won't listen to any more slander! [Mrs Bryant is clearly upset, and not in agreement with her husband.] Mr Bryant: Now, will you please go and take that boy with you, whoever he is! You're upsetting Mrs Bryant! [Cora stares at Mr Bryant, appalled at his behaviour.] Mrs Bryant: Well, I would like-- Mr Bryant: I said you are upsetting Mrs Bryant! [Ethel cries.] Mr Bryant: Lord Grantham, are you going to stand by while this woman holds us to ransom? [Robert gives Mr Bryant an irritated look, but stands up.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: This isn't doing much good. Mrs Hughes: Ethel, you better come with me. Come on. [Anna and Mrs Hughes escort Ethel out with Charlie crying in her arms. Robert and Mr Bryant take their seats.] Mr Bryant: She thinks we're a soft touch. They hear of a dad officer with some money behind them and suddenly there's a baby on every corner. Isobel Crawley: But if she's telling the truth-- Mr Bryant: If Charles had fathered that boy, he would've told us. No, I'd say she's done her homework and discovered he was an only child. She thinks we'd be ripe for the plucking. [The luncheon continues and Mrs Bryant turns to Isobel.] Mrs Bryant: You knew her. Was she one of the nurses when he was here? Cora, Countess of Grantham: She was a housemaid. Sir Richard Carlisle: Were you aware? Lady Mary: No. Isobel Crawley: No one told me Major Bryant was your only son. Mrs Bryant: That's right. Just Charles. Isobel Crawley: Matthew is my only son, and he nearly died. I think I know a little of what you're going through. Mrs Bryant: He seems such a nice young man-- Mr Bryant: Well, I think that's cast rather a shadow over the proceeding, so I don't see any point in prolonging it. [Mr Bryant gets up and exits, Cora follows him, and everyone else rises, too.] Mr Bryant: Daphne, come on, we're leaving. Mrs Bryant (to Isobel): He's afraid of his own grief. That's why he behaves as he does. He's terrified of his own grief. [Everyone stands there as Mrs Bryant exits with Robert.] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Ethel: If that's what he's like, I don't want his help. I don't want it. O'Brien: I doubt you'll have the option. You're a dark horse. How did you keep it a secret all this time? Anna: Maybe when he's thought about it, he'll feel differently. You never know. [Carson enters.] Mr Carson: Anna, will you kindly go upstairs and help in the dining room? Ethel, please take the child and leave. [Ethel takes Charlie from Anna's arms.] Mr Carson: How did you get here? Ethel: I caught the bus and walked up from the village. Mr Carson: Then can you reverse the process as quickly as possible. Mr Bates: She's very badly shaken, Mr Carson. She's lost everything. Mr Carson: Are you all right for the fare? Ethel: Yes, thank you. [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR - DAY] [Robert sees off the Bryants.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Lady Mary: He's their only grandchild. There can never be another. Sir Richard Carlisle: Even if Ethel is telling the truth-- Cora, Countess of Grantham: I believe she is. Sir Richard Carlisle: Even so, there's no legal reality to it. The child is her bastard and has no claim on them. [The ladies react to that.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Steady on, sir. The ladies have had enough shocks for one day. Sir Richard Carlisle: I just don't see the point in pretending something can be done when it can't. Matthew: What about you, mother? Can't one of your refugee charities help? Isobel Crawley: But she's not a refugee, and we have more claims on our funding than we can possibly meet. Lady Mary: The truth is, Ethel's made her choice and now she's stuck with it. Lavinia: That seems a little hard. Lady Mary: Does it? Aren't all of us stuck with the choices we make? [Mary calmly drinks her tea while the others blanch at her coldness.] [INT. KITCHENS, STORAGE - DAY] Mrs Patmore: Candied peel, well, well. I never thought you'd find that. Thomas: I hope you're pleased, Mrs Patmore. Daisy Mason: Course she is, aren't you? There's stuff here we haven't seen since before the wr. I can't wait to get started. Mrs Patmore: I won't ask where you got it from, because I don't want to know. Thomas: I keep saying there's nothing wrong, so what I'd like to know is-- O'Brien: When will he get paid? Mrs Patmore: When I'm satisfied. O'Brien: And when will that be, oh Mighty One? Mrs Patmore: When Daisy's baked the cake and I'm pleased with it. He understands. He knows this is just the sprat to catch the mackerel. [INT. MATTHEW'S GUEST BEDROOM - EVENING] [Mr Bates helps Matthew into his wheelchair.] Matthew: I really ought to walk to the library. Mr Bates: No need to rush it, sir. You're getting better every day. [A knock at the door. Mr Bates opens it] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, Cousin Matthew, may I come in? Matthew: Please. [Matthew tries to get up in her presence.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No, no, no. No, stay where you are. (to Bates as he exits and closes the door) Thank you. [Matthew sits back down.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No doubt you will regard this as rather unorthodox, my pushing into a man's bedroom uninvited. Matthew: Well, erm— Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: It's just I don't want us to be disturbed. [She sits down.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'm sure you know how pleased I am that you will recover after all. Matthew: Thank you. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Just as I am delighted that you can once more look forward to a...to a happy married life. Matthew: I—I'm very lucky. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Now, this may come as a surprise, but I feel I must say it all the same. Matthew: Please do. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Mary is still in love with you. Matthew: What? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I was watching her the other night when you spoke of your wedding. She looked like...Juliet on awakening in the tomb. Matthew: Mary and I have always— Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Of course, I suspected long ago that the flame hadn't quite gone out. But then there was no chance of your recovery, and it seemed best to let her try for happiness where she could. Matthew: I—I quite agree, and--and Sir Richard is-- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: No, le—let's not muddy the pool by discussing Sir Richard. The point is, you loved her once, you sure you can't love her again? Matthew: Cousin Violet, I...please don't think I mind your...speaking to me in this way. I quite admire it, but...consider this: Lavinia came back against my orders, determined to look after me for the rest of my life, which meant that she would wash me and f--feed me and...do things that only the most dedicated nurse would undertake, and all with no hope of children or any improvement. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes. Yes, it's all very admirable, and I give her full credit. Matthew: Giving her that credit, do you think it would be right for me to throw her over because I can walk? To dismiss her because I no longer have need of her services? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Spoken like a man of honour. And we will not fall out over this. Matthew: But you don't agree. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I would just say one thing. Marriage is a long business. There's no getting out of it for our kind of people. I mean, you may live forty...fifty years with one of these two women. Just make sure you have selected the right one. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Lady Edith: Will it be April or May? Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I should steer clear of May. Marry in May, rue the day. Lavinia: I think it's April. Matthew should be walking normally by then. Lady Edith: Spring weddings are the prettiest of all. [Across the room.] Sir Richard Carlisle: All this talk of weddings is making me impatient. Lady Mary: I don't think we can go into competition with Matthew and Lavinia, do you? Sir Richard Carlisle: After them, in the summer, let's settle it before I return to London. You must be looking forward to travelling again. I know I am. Lady Mary: Very well, the end of July. Then we can be out of England for August. Sir Richard Carlisle: You don't sound very excited. Lady Mary: To quote you, "That's not who we are." And there's something I've been meaning to ask you. [Matthew wheels himself into the room.] Lady Edith: Hail to the hero. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Ah, here we are. Lady Mary: Why did you try to bribe Anna? Sir Richard Carlisle: She told you, did she? Lady Mary: She didn't. Not me. But why did you do it? [Matthew stops by the fireplace and Lavinia asks him if he wants help getting up with a look. Matthew holds out a hand. He'll do it himself.] [b[Robert, Earl of Grantham[/b]: No, no. Leave it. He's fine, aren't you? Lady Mary: Next time if you want to know anything, just ask me. [Matthew stands up.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Well done. [They applaud.] Sir Richard Carlisle: All right, then. I will. Once and for all, are you still in love with Matthew Crawley? Lady Mary: Of course not. Would I ever admit to loving a man who preferred someone else over me? [Mary walks away and sits down next to Violet.] Lady Edith: ...have the excuse. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: ...find it rather a chore these days. Lady Mary: Where's Sybil? Lady Edith: She's not feeling well. She told Anna she wouldn't be down for dinner. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Anna: What is it? Mr Bates: I heard from my lawyer today. Apparently Vera wrote to a friend just before my last visit. Anna: Why are they telling you now? Mr Bates: It was only delivered a few days ago. Anna: Do you know what the letter says? Mr Bates: They send me a copy. [Bates pulls it out of his jacket pocket and hands it to Anna. She opens it.] Anna: "John has written he's coming here tonight. His words sound as angry as I've ever heard him, and you know how angry that is. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm afraid for my life." But what did you write to her? [Bates waits for a servant to pass by.] Mr Bates: I said I was coming that evening, and I meant to have it out with her. Now, I may have said she was being unreasonable, but so she was. Anna: Will it change anything? Mr Bates: Well, think about it. Before Vera's death, she had taken all my money and she had wrecked the divorce. Now as her widower, I inherit everything and we can marry whenever we like. [Mrs Hughes descends the stairs.] Mrs Hughes: Anna, they're going in. [Anna gives Bates the letter and heads upstairs.] Mrs Hughes: You look as if you got the cares of the world on shoulders. Mr Bates: Not the whole world, Mrs Hughes, but quite enough of it. [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM CORRIDOR, NIGHT] [Mary knocks on Sybil's door.] Lady Mary: Sybil? [Mary tries the door knob, but it's locked.] Lady Mary: Sybil, I just want to say goodnight. [Mary knocks again with no response, then hurries off with a furrowed brow.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT] Anna: Mrs Hughes, can I borrow the duplicate keys for upstairs? Mrs Hughes: Why? Anna: Lady Mary says one of the bathroom keys isn't working. She thinks it must've got swapped. [Mrs Hughes shakes her head with a sigh.] Mrs Hughes: I'll come. Anna: Oh, no, there's no need. I'll bring it back in a jiffy. You've done enough for one day. [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Anna opens the room for Mary and they find it empty. Mary finds a note on the mantelpiece "To my family" and opens it.] Lady Mary: Oh, my God, she's eloped. She's on her way to Gretna Green. [EXT/INT. MOTORCAR - NIGHT] [Edith drives with Mary and Anna in pursuit of Sybil and Branson.] Lady Mary: They must stop at some point. It won't be open before the morning. Lady Edith: She won't expect us to be in pursuit until tomorrow, so they'll stay somewhere on the road. Anna: We hope. Lady Edith: Everyone keep an eye out for the motor. Lady Mary: Anna: [INT. KITCHENS - NIGHT] [Daisy turns the lights on and opens the cupboard with the wedding cake with a smile.] Mrs Patmore: Daisy, what in God's name are you doing down here at this hour? Daisy Mason: I just wanted to check it were all right. That it hadn't, you know, caved in or anything. Mrs Patmore: Caved in? It's a cake, not a soufflé. Daisy Mason: I know, but I've never made a wedding cake before. Mrs Patmore: Is that the one for tasting? Daisy Mason: Yes, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: Bring it out, we'll give it a try. [Daisy takes the slice off the shelf and Mrs Patmore cuts off a sliver and they both try it. They spit it out.] Mrs Patmore: What in God's name d'you call this? Daisy Mason: I don't know. I did everything that you said, I promise. Mrs Patmore: But didn't you taste the mixture? [Daisy shakes her head.] Mrs Patmore: (sigh) Well, then I'm afraid it's time to look at Thomas's ingredients. [Mrs Patmore tastes the flour and spits it out.] Mrs Patmore: Well, it's two-thirds plaster dust! Where's the peel? [Daisy fetches it from the shelf. Mrs Patmore tastes it and gags again.] Mrs Patmore: This were old when Adam were a boy. (huff) So, Thomas was happy to let it go, was he? Well, he won't go anywhere near me in future. Chuck the whole bally lot out and we'll have to think again. [EXT/INT. MOTORCAR - NIGHT] [The girls continue their pursuit on the road. They pass an inn with a couple of motorcars out front.] Anna: Isn't that the car? [Edith slams on the brakes.] [INT. THE SWAN INN - NIGHT] [Mary and Edith rush up the stairs. Mary knocks on the door and enters. Sybil and Branson pull off blankets as Branson gets up from the chair and Sybil gets up from the bed.] Branson: How did you find us? How did you know? Lady Mary: Never mind that. At least nothing's happened, thank God. Lady Sybil: What do you mean "nothing's happened"? [Branson looks at Sybil, worried and confused about what she's implying.] Lady Sybil: I've decided to marry Tom, and your coming after me won't change that. [Branson steps up beside Sybil confidently.] Lady Edith: This isn't the way. Lady Mary: She's right. Of course Mama and Papa will hate it-- Branson: Why should they? Lady Mary: Oh, pipe down. Sybil, can't you let them get used to the idea? Take your stand and refuse to budge, but allow them time. That way you won't have to break up the family. Lady Sybil: They would never give permission. Lady Mary: You don't need permission, you're twenty-one. But you do need their forgiveness if you're not to start your new life under a black shadow. Branson: Don't listen. She's pretending to be reasonable to get you home again. Lady Mary: Even if I am, even if I think this is mad, I know it would be better to do it in broad daylight than to sneak off like a thief in the night. [Branson sighs, then looks at Sybil as he sees her resolve waning. She looks up at him and he knows Mary won.] Branson: Go back with them, then. If you think they can make you happier than I will. Lady Sybil: Am I so weak you believe I could be talked out of giving my heart in five minutes flat? But Mary's right. I don't like deceit and our parents don't deserve it. So, I'll go back with them. Believe it or not, I will stay true to you. [Sybil kisses his cheek. Edith gets Sybil's luggage and Sybil takes one last teary-eyed look at Branson before leaving the room with Edith.] Branson: I'll return the car in the morning. You're confident you can bring her 'round, aren't you? Lady Mary: Fairly. I'll certainly try. [Mary turns to leave, but pauses.] Lady Mary: Do you want some money? For the room? Branson: No thank you, my lady. I can pay my own way. [Mary exits and Branson closes the door.] [INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING] Cora, Countess of Grantham: Where are the girls? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I suppose Sybil's still ill and the others just haven't appeared. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I hope they're not coming down with anything. The stories of this Spanish flu are too awful. Robert, Earl of Grantham: No, it's nothing of the sort. Why are you up so early? Cora, Countess of Grantham: I'm meeting Isobel. She wants me to help with her refugees. Robert, Earl of Grantham: I thought the whole point of Mama arranging that was to keep her out of your hair. Cora, Countess of Grantham: I know. But now the soldiers are gone, I do have a lot of time on my hands, and maybe I can be useful. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Why is it different from before the wr? Cora, Countess of Grantham: Well, I don't know exactly, it just is. Maybe the wr's changed me. I guess it's changed everybody. Robert, Earl of Grantham: Not me. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Don't be too sure. [Cora gives him a kiss on the cheek before she heads out.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: If I'm not back before luncheon, don't wait. [Mr Carson removes a breakfast dish.] Mr Carson: I'll take this down to keep it hot, my lord. [Robert sits at the table by himself, depressed. Jane inches into the room.] Jane: I wanted to catch you alone. [Robert is startled by her presence.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: Oh? [Jane checks behind her and then approaches him at the table.] Jane: Yes. You see, I think you might be happier if I tendered my resignation. [Robert stands up.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: What? Jane: I'd hate you to be uncomfortable in your own house, and-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: I won't hear of it. Jane: But I know-- Robert, Earl of Grantham: You won't be deprived of your livelihood because I behaved in an un-gentlemanly manner. The fault was entirely mine. You will not pay the price. [They hear a noise from the servants' entrance and Jane runs out just as Carson appears around the screen. Robert picks up a letter and pretends to read it as he sits back down.] [INT. THOMAS'S SHED - DAY] [Thomas enters, takes off his hat, pulls out a Knfe and slashes open a few of the food packages. He proceeds to trash the shed, yelling. Eventually he slumps into a pile.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] [Isobel walks in with Mary's good luck charm.] Isobel Crawley: Is this yours? Molesley found it in your dressing room. It's not one of your old toys, is it? Because I don't recognise it. Matthew: No, it was given to me as a charm, I think, to take to the front. Isobel Crawley: Well, you're home and safe now. Shall I put it in the barrel for the village children? Matthew: No. [Matthew grabs the toy dog from her and Isobel and Lavinia stare at him.] Matthew: You never know. It might be bad luck not to keep it. [Isobel smiles and Lavinia smiles back at her.] Isobel Crawley: Luncheon'll be ready soon. [Isobel exits and Matthew puts the dog in his pocket.] [INT. THOMAS'S SHED - DAY] Thomas: It's all rubbish. It's all bloody rubbish. O'Brien: Can't you ask for your money back? Thomas: Oh, yes. Of course I can ask, and a fat lot of good that'll do. O'Brien: You must challenge him. Thomas: How? I only ever met him in a pub. I wouldn't know where to find him! O'Brien: But, surely-- Thomas: Don't you understand woman! I've been tricked! Been had! Been taken for the fool I am. [Thomas sits down for a smoke.] O'Brien: How much did he get from you? Thomas: Every penny I had. And then some. O'Brien: What are you going to do now? Thomas: I don't know. I don't bloody know.	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "02x07 - Episode Seven"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] Cora: I just hope your remember your wedding. I don't. [2 hallboys come in carrying presents.] Cora: We can put the presents in the drawing room against the window. Mrs Hughes: Very good, milady. [Mrs Hughes leaves to take care of it.] Isobel: I suppose we do have to display all the presents. It can look rather greedy. Lavinia: I can't bear the disruption we seem to have brought down on your heads. Cora: Don't be silly. [Matthew enters and Mary and Lavinia go to him.] Lady Mary: How are you feeling? Matthew: Just wish I could get rid of this damn stick. Sorry. Lady Mary: Don't be. If anyone has a right to swear, it's you. Cora: Don't bully yourself. Think of where we were a few months ago and smile. Lady Mary: I quite agree. Matthew: I want to make it up and down that isle without assistance. Lavinia: Up, yes. You'll have me to lean on when you're coming down. Lady Mary: And you still have three full days of practice, so never say die. Isobel: My goodness, is that the time? I must be getting back. Lavinia: I'll go with you. Matthew: She's just sucking up, Mother. Lavinia: Any bride who doesn't suck up to her husband's mother is a fool. [Isobel chuckles and they exit arm in arm. Matthew smiles after them.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] [Mrs Hughes knocks and enters.] Mrs Hughes: Can I bother you? Mrs Bryant has written a letter I did not expect. [Mrs Hughes hands it to Mr Carson.] Mrs Hughes: She says her husband wants to see the baby. They both do. Mr Carson: Isn't that what you hoped? Mrs Hughes: Yes and no. Remember what he was like the last time. I don't want to build up Ethel's hopes again. Mr Carson: Ethel's not important. It's the boy's chances you have to look to. Mrs Hughes: I believe you're right, though we come at it by different routes. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Lady Mary: But why announce it tonight all of a sudden? Lady Sybil: He's got a job at a newspaper. He heard today it's a real chance. Lady Mary: Let him go to Dublin and then you can use the calm to consider. [Sybil scoffs.] Lady Edith: Mary doesn't want you to be trapped before you're completely sure. Lady Sybil: But I am sure! How many times do I have to say it? Anna, tell them. Anna: Lady Mary's right. It's a very big thing to give up your whole world. Lady Mary: Thank you. Listen to her if you won't listen to me. Lady Sybil: But I'm not giving up my world! They want to give me up. That's their affair. I'm perfectly happy to carry on being friends with everyone. Lady Mary: Married to the chauffeur? Lady Sybil: Yes. Anyway, he's a journalist now, which sounds better for Granny. [Sybil sits down on the bed, frustrated.] Lady Sybil: We're going to tell Papa tonight. [They all stare at her.] Lady Edith: "We"? You mean, you and Branson? Lady Sybil: He's coming in after dinner. Lady Edith: But what will Papa do? Lady Mary: I imagine he'll call the police. [Sybil sniffs and shakes her head.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - EVENING] Mr Carson: Downton is not a hostel. Thomas: No, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: And you made such a point of not being a servant anymore, our ears are ringing with it. Thomas: The trouble is, I'm a little out of pocket at the moment. Mr Carson: I cannot say that I'm sympathetic, when you dabble in the black market. Thomas: I just need some more time, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: How long is it since the last patient left, Sergeant? You're trespassing on our generosity. Thomas: I'll try to make myself useful. Mr Carson: Just find somewhere to go. [Thomas leaves in shock.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Branson enters purposefully. Everyone stares.] Robert: Yes? [Edith tenses in anticipation. Branson looks at Sybil.] Branson: I'm here. Robert: So I can see. [Sybil gets up and walks over to Branson.] Lady Sybil: I don't think this is such a good idea. We mustn't worry Granny. Branson: You've asked me to come, and I've come. Violet: Would someone please tell me what is going on, or have we all stepped through the looking glass? Branson: Your grandmother has as much right to know as anybody else. Violet: Why don't I find that reassuring? [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Mrs Patmore: Ooh, how much longer is Mr Carson going to be? This is why it's never worth trying to make food interesting in the servants' hall. You're very quiet this evening. Daisy Mason: I've had a letter of Mr Mason, William's dad. Mrs Patmore: Oh, yes? What does he want? Daisy Mason: To see me. Mrs Patmore: Oh, there's nothing very wonderful in that. You're his daughter-in-law, why shouldn't he see you? Daisy Mason: I wish it were as simple. Mrs Patmore: Well, I think it is, but I'll not reopen the wound. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Mary is standing up facing Robert.] Robert: What do you mean, "you knew"? Lady Mary: I hoped it would blow over. I didn't want to split the family when Sybil might still wake up. Robert: And all the time, you've been driving me about, bowing and scraping and seducing my daughter behind my back? Branson: I don't bow and scrape! And I've not seduced anyone! Give your daughter some credit for knowing her own mind! Robert: How dare you speak to me in that tone. You will leave at once. Lady Sybil: Oh, Papa! Robert: This is a folly! A ridiculous, juvenile madness! [Violet holds up her hand.] Violet: Sybil, what do you have in mind? Robert: Mama, this is hardly— [Violet holds up her hand.] Violet: No. She must have something in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn't have summoned him here tonight. Lady Sybil: Thank you, Granny. Yes, we do have a plan. Tom's got a job on a paper. I'll stay until after the wedding; I don't want to steal their thunder. [Sybil indicates Mary and Lavinia.] Lady Sybil: But after that, I'll go to Dublin. Cora: To live with him? Unmarried? Lady Sybil: I'll live with his mother while the bans are read. And then we'll be married... [Sybil and Branson gaze into each other's eyes.] Lady Sybil: And I'll get a job as a nurse. Violet: What does your mother make of this? Branson: If you must know, she thinks we're very foolish. Violet: (chuckles) So at least we have something in common. [Robert, who has been facing the wall, whips around and storms into the centre of the room.] Robert: I won't allow it! I will not allow my daughter to throw away her life! Lady Sybil: You can posture it all you like, Papa, it won't make any difference! Robert: Oh, yes, it will. Lady Sybil: How? I don't want any money and you can hardly lock me up until I die! I'll say goodnight. But I can promise you one thing, tomorrow morning nothing will have changed. Tom. [Sybil gives him a look to follow her out, leaving the rest of them in a state of shock.] [INT. ETHEL'S HOUSE - DAY] Ethel: He's not coming here. [Ethel folds up Mr Bryant's note.] Ethel: I don't want him to see this place. I won't have him pity me. Mrs Hughes: The question is, are you prepared to let them into Charlie's life? Ethel: I suppose so, yes. Mrs Hughes: Good. I'll ask them to Downton for Monday at four. And this time, it'll be all above board. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] O'Brien: Can't have expected to live here free forever. Thomas: I didn't expect to get booted out. O'Brien: You'll have to find some work. Thomas: It's not that easy. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry's looking for work these days and they don't all have a hand like a Jules Verne experiment. [Branson enters.] Anna: Mr Branson, I know it wasn't easy last night. Branson: We should've spoken out long ago. Daisy Mason: Spoken out about what? Branson: Oh, why not? Lady Sybil and I are getting married. [Carson enters and the servants stand.] Mr Carson: Have you no shame? Branson: I'm sorry you feel like that, Mr Carson. You're a good man. But no, I have no shame. In fact, I have great pride in the love of that young woman and I will strive to be worthy of it. Mr Carson: I will not disgrace myself by discussing the topic, and nor will anyone else. Now, if you will go, Mr Branson, we will continue with our day. Leave an address where we may forward what is owing to you. Branson: No problem there, Mr Carson. I'll be at the Grantham Arms in the village until Lady Sybil is ready to make her departure. I bid you all a good day. Jane: Is it really true--? Mr Carson: Please. I have asked for silence and silence I will have. [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] [Lavinia puts a record on the gramophone as Violet enters the house.] Violet: What on earth is it? Lavinia: A gramophone. Some cousins of mine have given it to us. Violet: I should stand well clear when you light blue touchpaper. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [Violet enters while Edith is sorting the wedding presents.] Violet: All on your own? Lady Edith: I've left space at the front for jewels. I know Lavinia's getting something from Papa. Violet: And from me. Though she's so slight, a real necklace would flatten her. [Edith and Violet chuckle.] Violet: What news of Sybil? Lady Edith: Papa is with her now. Violet: I'm afraid it'll end in tears. Lady Edith: Maybe. But they won't be Sybil's. Violet: I used to think that Mary's beau was a mésalliance, but compared to this, he's practically a Hapsburg. [Edith smiles for a moment.] Violet: Oh, don't worry. Your turn will come. Lady Edith: Will it? Or am I just to be the maiden aunt? Isn't this what they do? Arrange presents for their prettier relations? Violet: Don't be defeatist, dear, it's very middle class. Now, I better go up and support your father. [INT. LADY SYBIL'S BEDROOM - DAY] Lady Sybil: Your thrat are hollow, don't you see? "I won't be received in London. I won't be welcome at court." How do I make you understand? I couldn't care less. [Robert is about to reply when Violet knocks and enters.] Violet: I do hope I'm interrupting something. Robert: I only wish you were, but I seem to be getting nowhere. Have you seen Cora? Violet: Ah-ha. She's lying down, and can we blame her? Now, Sybil, dear, this sort of thing is all very well in novels, but in reality, it can prove very uncomfortable. And while I am sure Branson has many virtues… [Robert is about to protest.] Violet: Well, no, no. He's a good driver. Lady Sybil: I will not give him up! Robert: Don't be rude to your grandmother. Violet: No, she's not being rude, just wrong. Lady Sybil: This is my offer: I will stay one week to avoid the impression I've run away, and because I don't want to spoil Matthew's wedding. And then we will marry in Dublin and whoever wishes to visit will be very welcome. Robert: Out of the question. Lady Sybil: Will you forbid Mary and Edith? Violet: No, don't, don't. Don't say anything you may have to retract. Robert: Know this: there will be no more money. From here on in, your life will be very different. Lady Sybil: Well, bully for that. [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY] [Mrs Hughes knocks on the door and enters with a tray.] Mrs Hughes: I thought this might tide you ov-- [Mr Carson tries to rise as she enters, but he's obviously not well.] Mrs Hughes: Mr Carson, whatever's the matter? Mr Carson: Oh, I 'm sure I'll be all right if I can just stay still for a moment. [Mr Carson sinks back into his chair and Mrs Hughes puts down the tray.] Mrs Hughes: You will not stay still, not down here. Get to bed this minute. I'll send for the doctor. Mr Carson: I can't. We've got the Crawleys tonight and Miss Swire. What with this business of Lady Sybil. Mrs Hughes: I'll deal with it. [She helps him up.] Mr Carson: Get Mr Molesley to help. Mrs Hughes: There's no need. Mr Carson: I mean it. The wr is no longer an excuse for sloppy presentation. Mrs Hughes: Oh, very well, I'll ask him, but only on condition you go to bed. [Mrs Hughes helps Carson to his room.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Cora heaves an exhausted sigh.] O'Brien: Are you too hot in that, my lady? We still have time to change. Cora: No, I'm fine. Thank you. [O'Brien leaves and Cora sinks into a chair.] Cora: So, what do we do next? Robert: God knows. This is what comes of spoiling her. The mad clothes, the nursing. What were we thinking of? Cora: That's not fair. She's a wonderful nurse and she's worked very hard. Robert: But in the process, she's forgotten who she is. Cora: Has she, Robert? Or have we overlooked who she really is? Robert: If you're turning American on me, I'll go downstairs. [Cora sighs and Robert leaves.] [INT. SERVE ROOM - EVENING] Anna: Mr Carson likes to serve two white wines, which you should open and decant just before they eat. A light one for the hors d'oeuvres, then a heavy one with the soup. Keep that going for the fish, and then change to Claret, which you should really decant now. There's a pudding wine, and after that whatever they want in the drawing room with their coffee. Mr Molesley: Blimey, it's a wonder they make it up the stairs. Anna: They don't drink much of any of it. Now, let me show you the decanters. These four... [INT. STAIRCASE - EVENING] Cora: So I don't have to receive that terrible man again. Mrs Hughes: It won't be necessary. They'll meet Ethel here, but then-- [Cora stops to lean on the banister.] Mrs Hughes: Should you be downstairs, milady? Cora: Oh, I'm perfectly all right, thank you. [Cora continues down the stairs.] [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Thomas: Why Molesley? I could've done it. Mrs Patmore: But you always make a mountain out of not being a servant. Thomas: I'm just trying to be helpful. Mrs Patmore: I'm afraid "being helpful" is not something we associate you with. [Thomas walks off.] Mrs Patmore: Ooh, it's wonderful what fear can do to the human spirit. [INT. SERVE ROOM - EVENING] Anna: You quite right, Mr Molesley? Mr Molesley: Yes, I just want to be absolutely sure that this is the lighter wine. [Molesley pours himself a glass.] Jane: What does it matter as long as it's white. Mr Molesley: No. I believe in starting the way you mean to go on. Don't want to get off on the wrong foot. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Violet: I'm glad you're here, Sybil, dear. I was afraid you'd have a tray in your room. Robert: Maybe you should have done. Lady Sybil: Why? I'm not eloping like a thief in the night. I might have once, but Mary and Edith talked me out of it. [Mary and Edith stare at her for outing them.] Violet: Oh? The plot thickens. Isobel: After all, Sybil's had enough time to think about it-- Matthew: Mother, it is not for us to have an opinion. [Molesley falters in pouring Matthew's wine.] Matthew: Mr Molesley, are you quite well? Mr Molesley: I--I'm all right, thank you, sir. Matthew: I don't believe you are. Cora: The awful truth is, I'm not quite all right and I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to excuse me. Robert: I'm so sorry. [The men stand as Cora gets up from the table.] Robert: Would you like us to call Dr Clarkson? Cora: No, no, darling, it's too late. Anna: He's coming anyway, Your Lordship, for Mr Carson. Lady Edith: I-- I'll bring him up when he arrives. Robert: I can sleep in my dressing room. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Bates turns the corner as Anna walks down the corridor.] Anna: Oh. I'm glad I've got you. Mr Bates: Aren't you serving? Anna: They're on the main course, so I can spare a moment. I've been thinking and, erm, I have to say something that you won't agree with. We're going to get married. Mr Bates: Don't be silly. We can't. Not now. Anna: You're not listening. You're going to Ripon tomorrow afternoon to take out a special license - I don't care how much it costs - and fix a day. We'll tell no one, but this you will do. Mr Bates: I can't. Anna: Aren't I as strong as Lady Sybil? Mr Bates: I don't doubt that. Anna: Well, then. If she can do it, so can we. That's what I've been thinking. I have stood by you through thick and thin. Mr Bates: Thin and thin, more like. Anna: Mr Bates, if we have to face this, then we will face it as husband and wife. I will not be moved to the sidelines to watch how you fare from a distance with no right even to be kept informed. I will be your next of kin, and you cannot deny me that. Jane: Anna! You better come, quick. [Anna goes with Jane.] [INT. SERVE ROOM - EVENING] [Molesley moans and puts a handkerchief to his face.] Anna: Mr Molesley? What's happened? Haven't you taken that in yet? Mr Molesley: I'm not well. I'm not well at all. Jane: First Mr Carson, then Her Ladyship, and now him. Anna: Help him down to the servants' hall. The doctor can take a look at him, too, when he gets here. [Anna grabs the decanter and enters the dining room.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Robert: The Spanish flu has found its way to Yorkshire. Isobel: And to Downton. Dr Clarkson says he's got ten cases already. [Anna pours Violet's drink.] Robert: Ah, I thought Molesley had joined the temperance league. Anna: I'm afraid he's been taken ill, milord. I am sorry. Robert: Molesley, too? Good heavens, everyone's falling like ninepins. [Lavinia swoons in her chair.] Lady Mary: Lavinia? Lavinia: Do you know, I'm not at all well either. I wonder if I could lay down for a minute? Lady Mary: Of course. Come to my room. They'll have lit the fre by now. [Mary and Lavinia get up from the table. The men stand as they exit.] Lavinia: Excuse me. Isobel: Do you think we should take her home? Matthew: No, let her rest for a moment. Isobel: Well, I—-I think I should go and help. [Isobel gets up and exits.] Violet: Wasn't there a masked ball in Paris when cholera broke out? Half the guests were dad before they left the ballroom. Robert: Thank you, Mama. That's cheered us up no end. [INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - EVENING] Mrs Hughes: I'll take you to Mr Carson now, and then to see Mr Molesley in the servants' hall. [Robert turns the corner.] Robert: Dr Clarkson, you're kind to come. How is she? Dr Clarkson: Not too bad, I'd say. But she'll need some nursing for a day or two. Robert: Oh, don't worry about that. All our daughters are professionals. Let's leave her to get some rest. [Mary and Isobel approach.] Lady Mary: Miss Swire may be another victim, but she's sleeping now, so I don't want to disturb her. Dr Clarkson: When she wakes, give her some aspirin and cinnamon in milk and keep her here. I'll look at her in the morning. I better go to Carson. Isobel: I'll come, too. [Clarkson takes a breath and rolls his eyes, but follows Mrs Hughes without a word.] [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [Matthew puts on the gramophone. Mary watches him from the balcony for a moment before descending the stairs.] Lady Mary: Where is everyone? Matthew: I'm not sure. Cousin Violet's gone home. Lady Mary: What about you? Matthew: I'm waiting for Lavinia and Mother. Lady Mary: Dr Clarkson wants Lavinia to stay here. He'll see her tomorrow. [Mary listens to the music.] Lady Mary: I don't know this one. Matthew: Actually, I rather like it. I think it was in a show that flopped. Zip Goes a Million, or something. [Mary lets out an amused sigh. Matthew holds out his hands to dance with her. She steps into his arms.] Lady Mary: Can you manage without your stick? Matthew: You are my stick. Lady Mary: Hm. We were a show that flopped. Matthew: Oh, God, Mary. [The music fades and transitions into the modern Downton Abbey orchestral score.] Matthew: I am so, so sorry. Do you know how sorry I am? Lady Mary: Don't be. It wasn't anyone's fault. Or if it was, it was mine. Matthew: You know, Cousin Violet came to me and told me to marry you. Lady Mary: When was this? Matthew: A while ago. When we knew I would walk again. Lady Mary: Classic Granny. What did you say? Matthew: That I couldn't accept Lavinia's sacrifice of her life, her children, her future, and then give her the brush off when I was well again. Well, I couldn't, could I? Lady Mary: Of course not. Matthew: However much I might want to. Lady Mary: Absolutely not. [Mary and Matthew kiss.] Lavinia: Hello. [Lavinia comes down the stairs and Mary and Matthew part.] Matthew: What are you doing up? Lavinia: Shouldn't we be getting back? Lady Mary: It's decided. You're staying here. Dr Clarkson's coming in the morning so he can treat all of you together. You can borrow some things until Matthew brings you what you need. I'll go and organize a room. [Mary leaves and Matthew walks up to Lavinia.] Matthew: How do you feel? Lavinia: Like a nuisance. Matthew: You could never be that. Lavinia: I mean it, Matthew. Don't ever let me be a nuisance. Don't ever let me get in the way, please. [The gramophone scratches at the end of the song.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] O'Brien: I'll sleep on a chair in her room. Dr Clarkson: Oh, no. There's no need for that. O'Brien: I don't mind. [Molesley pulls his head off the table groggily.] Mr Molesley: What is it? O'Brien: I'd like to be on hand. Mrs Hughes: So, we're quite the hospital again. Dr Clarkson: You'll probably gain some more patients over the next few day-- [Clarkson leans in as he's checking Molesley and sniffs. He smiles as Molesley continues to snore at the table.] Dr Clarkson: But you don't need to worry about Molesley. He'll be fine in the morning. Mrs Hughes: Oh? Dr Clarkson: Uh-huh. The others have Spanish flu. He's just drunk. [INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - NIGHT] [Robert steps out of his dressing room when he hears footsteps. He stops, disappointed, and turns back to his room, but Jane appears.] Jane: Oh, did you want Mr Bates, milord? Robert: I forgot to say I want to be woken early. Jane: Well, I can tell him that. [Robert nods and starts to go back to his room.] Jane: Freddie got in to Ripon Grammar. So, whatever you said, it worked. Robert: Marvellous. Some good news at last. Jane: I hate to hear you talk like that. Robert: I'm sorry, that was selfish of me, to spoil your happy moment. Jane: You need never say "sorry" to me. How are you, really? Robert: Since you ask, I'm wretched. I lost my youngest child today, I suspect forever, and I can't see any way around it. Jane: I wish you knew how much I want to help. Robert: Do you? Jane: I think you know I do. [Robert holds out his hand and Jane takes it. He leads her into his dressing room.] [INT. MR CARSON'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] Mr Carson: I'll see if I can get up tomorrow. Mrs Hughes: Don't be foolish. You're ill. And in all probability, you're going to be a lot iller in the morning. Mr Carson: But how will you manage? And what about the wedding? Mrs Hughes: I'm not sure there'll even be a wedding. But either way, I won't burden you with it. Mr Carson: P-- perhaps Mr Molesley could come on a permanent basis until I'm better. Mrs Hughes: I doubt that's a solution, Mr Carson. Neither my patience nor his liver could stand it. [Mrs Hughes gestures for him to drink up his medicine.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT] [Robert snogs the maid. Bates knocks at the door and opens it, but Robert is already at the door and prevents him from opening it any further while Jane hides in the corner.] Robert: Who is it? Mr Bates: I'm sorry, my lord, we never settled a time you wanted to be woken. Robert: Early, I think, with everyone ill. Seven. I'll breakfast at half past. Mr Bates: Very good, milord. Goodnight. [Bates leaves and Robert closes the door and closes his eyes.] Robert: This isn't fair. I'm placing you in an impossible situation. Jane: I want to be with you. Let me. [Jane tries to kiss him, but he takes her hands and pulls back.] Jane: I see. You don't want me now. Robert: I want you with every fibre of my being, but it isn't fair to you; it isn't fair to anyone. I wish I were different. I wish everything were different. Jane: I don't want you different. I like you the way you are. Robert (sighing):Thank you for that. I will cherish it. Truly. [She tries to kiss him again, but he won't let her. He opens the door and checks the hall, then returns to the room and Jane leaves.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - MORNING] [Mrs Hughes enters as Edith and O'Brien nurse Cora.] Mrs Hughes: What can I bring to help? O'Brien: Ice, to bring her temperature down. Lady Mary: Mrs Hughes, Sir Richard telephoned this morning. He's coming down to help. I wonder if you could have some rooms made ready for him and his valet, and tell Mrs Patmore. Mrs Hughes: Very good, milady. [INT. GRANTHAM ARMS - DAY] [Robert walks through the village to the inn.] Branson: But I don't accept that I am ruining her life. Nor that I'm cutting her off from her family. If you want to cut her off, that's your decision. Robert: But how will you look after her? How can you hope to provide for her? Branson: With respect, milord, you seem to think that she can only be happy in some version of Downton Abbey when it's obvious that if she wanted that life, she would not be marrying me. [Robert tosses his hat and cane on the bed.] Robert: Very well. [Robert sits in a chair.] Robert: I'd hoped to avoid this, but I see that I can't. [Robert pulls out a check book and pen and opens it on the table next to him.] Robert: How much will you take to leave us in peace? [Branson is stunned.] Branson: What? Robert: You must have doubts. You said your own mother thinks you foolish. Branson: Yes, she does. Robert: Then yield to those doubts and take enough to make a new life back in Ireland. I'll be generous if we can bring this nonsense to an end. Branson: (scoffs) I see. You know, your trouble, milord, you're like all of your kind. You think you have the monopoly of honour. [Robert looks up sharply from writing his check.] Branson: Doesn't it occur to you that I might believe the best guarantee of Sybil's happiness lies with me? Robert: Well! [Robert puts his check book away and stands up.] Robert: If you are not prepared to listen to reason-- Branson: I'm not prepared to listen to insults. Robert: Then I will bid you a good day. [Robert picks up his hat and cane.] Robert: And I want you to leave the village. Branson: Even though she'll come to me the moment I call? Do you really want me to leave now when I will take her with me that same hour? [Robert leaves without a word.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] Isobel: Ah, there you are. Dr Clarkson's here. Cora's not at all well. Sybil and Edith are with her. Mary's gone to meet Sir Richard from the train. Robert: What's he come for? Isobel: I gather he wants to be useful. Robert: I don't see how. Mrs Hughes: Milord, we're two more maids down. I hope you can forgive some catch as catch can in the days ahead. Robert: Which maids? Not Jane? Mrs Hughes: No, milord, not Jane. [Mrs Hughes turns away and looks confused. Robert heads up the stairs and a maid takes a bowl from Edith who is descending.] Robert: What are they doing? Lady Edith: Decorations for the wedding. It still hasn't been cancelled. Until it is, they have to prepare for it. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] Mrs Hughes: If Anna or Jane appear, tell them to come and help me do the room for Sir Richard. I'll be in Armada. [Thomas takes the sheets from Mrs Hughes.] Thomas: I can help you with the bedroom, then I'll set up a room for his man, and I'll serve at dinner. Mrs Hughes: But I've no money to pay you. Thomas: Call it rent. [INT. LAVINIA'S GUEST BEDROOM - DAY] Isobel: The awful truth is, the wedding simply cannot go ahead. Matthew: Oh, don't say that. Isobel: I must. Dr Clarkson says you'll be groggy for at least a week, maybe even longer. We have to face the facts. Lavinia: What about my father? Isobel: Well, Matthew can telephone him. Lavinia: He can't come here while everyone's ill. He has a weak chest and mustn't take the risk. Matthew: All right. Well, I suppose we've made a decision, then. To delay. Lavinia: I don't think we've got any choice. Isobel: No, I'm afraid we don't. [Matthew and Isobel exit.] Matthew: At least she doesn't seem too serious. Isobel: No, no. I'd say she's been lucky. But I am terribly sorry about the wedding. Matthew: These things are sent to try us. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] Robert: Why didn't anyone tell me she was like this? Lady Sybil: She took a turn for the worse about half an hour ago. Where were you? Robert: Out. I went for a walk. [O'Brien enters with a fresh bowl of water and places a cloth over Cora's forehead.] O'Brien: There we are, my lady. That's better, isn't it? Lady Sybil (whispering): She's been with her all night. Robert: O'Brien, you must have a rest. O'Brien: Not just now, milord. If you don't mind, I want to see her through the worst if I can. Now, I'll just make this colder for you. [O'Brien dips the cloth in the water. Robert takes Sybil aside.] Robert: How is she, really? Tell me the truth. Lady Sybil: I can't yet. Dr Clarkson says we will know more in a few hours. Robert: God Almighty, how can this be? My whole life gone over a cliff in the course of a single day. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [One of the serving bells rings. Bates turns to one of the extra servants.] Mr Bates: Take care of that, thank you. [The servant leaves as Anna enters.] Mr Bates: How're you doing? Anna: I'm not sure. Her Ladyship's worse. Mr Bates: I'm sorry. Anna: Jane said you wanted to see me. Mr Bates: It's only to say that I've done it. I've booked the registrar. [Anna beams.] Anna: When for? Mr Bates: He's had a cancellation, so it's...it's Friday afternoon. Anna: This Friday? [Ethel enters with Charlie.] Anna: Ethel? What are you doing here? [Anna greats Charlie as Jane enters.] Jane: Those Bryants have turned up agai-- Ethel: That's what. Anna: I'll find Mrs Hughes and come back for you. [Anna smiles at Bates on her way out.] [INT. PARLOUR - DAY] Mrs Hughes: I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Mrs Bryant: No, no. Mrs Hughes: I'm afraid we have illness in the house, so I hope you can excuse Lord and Lady Grantham. Mr Bryant: It's not them we've come to see, is it? Is she here? Mrs Hughes: She's just coming now. [Anna opens the door for Ethel and Charlie.] Mrs Bryant: May I meet him properly? Ethel: Come along, Charlie. [She carries him to Mrs Bryant, both of them smiling.] Ethel: This nice lady is your grandmother. Mrs Bryant: Perhaps you could call me Gran. Mrs Hughes: He's a stout little chap, isn't he? Mrs Bryant: And so like Charles. I thought it when we were last here. I know what was said at the time and Mr Bryant's sorry for it now, but I could see he was just like Charles. Mr Bryant: Never mind all that. Let's get down to business. Ethel: Business? Mr Bryant: That's what you want from us, isn't it? Find out what we mean to do for little Charlie in the future. [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Daisy Mason: What do you mean, "she might die"? O'Brien: What do you think happens with a fatal illness? The fairies come? Mrs Patmore: By heaven, if anything happens to her, it won't be your fault, Miss O'Brien. I've never seen such care. O'Brien: I wish I could talk to her, that's all, but she doesn't know me. Mrs Patmore: I'm sure she knows how hard you've worked for her. O'Brien: It's not that. There's something I need...Never mind. Either I will or I won't. [O'Brien takes the tray and exits.] Mrs Patmore: You never know people, do you? You can work with them for twenty years and you don't know them at all. [INT. PARLOUR - DAY] Ethel: What? You mean, give him up? Never see him again? Mr Bryant: Those are my terms. Mrs Hughes: But...would it hurt if Ethel were to care for him in your own house? She could be his nurse. Mrs Bryant: That might be possi-- Mr Bryant: Of course she can't be his nurse. Just think for a minute. We mean to bring him up as a gentleman, send him to Harrow say and Oxford, and all the while his mother's down in the servants' hall? How does that work? Ethel: Well, I-- I could. Mr Bryant: No, no, no. Don't you see? We want to raise him as our grandson, not as a housemaid's bastard. Mrs Bryant: Well, he has to know the truth sometime. Mr Bryant: Maybe. But not for a long time. Till then, his father had a wartime marriage until he died, and his mother succumbed to Spanish flu. Mrs Bryant: A lot of people have. Mrs Hughes: We've quite a few upstairs. Mr Bryant: And that, for many years at least, is all that Charlie will be told. Ethel: So, I'm just to be written out? Painted over, buried? Mr Bryant: What matters is what's good for Charlie. Ethel: No. What's good for Charlie, and what's good for you. [Ethel stands up angry. She walks over to Mrs Bryant.] Ethel: You've got a heart, I know you have. You see what he's asking? [Mr Bryant stands.] Mr Bryant: Ethel, consider this: in the world as it is, compare the two futures. The first as my heir, educated, privileged, rich, able to do what he wants, to marry whom he likes. The second as the bastard son-- [Mrs Hughes stands up.] Mrs Hughes: I think we've heard enough of that word for one day. Mr Bryant: Very well. As the...nameless sh*t of a drudge. You're his mother. Which would you choose for him? Ethel: Suppose I could be his nurse and never tell him who I am? Suppose I promised that? [Mrs Bryant stands.] Mrs Bryant: Surely-- Mr Bryant: Come on, we all know that's a promise you could never keep. [Anna enters.] Anna: I'm sorry, Mrs Hughes. We must send for the doctor to come at once. Her Ladyship's much worse. Mrs Bryant: I--I'm afraid-- Mr Bryant: Go where you're needed, we've has our say, and you know how to reach us when you've made your decision. [Mrs Bryant and Ethel exchange a look.] Mr Bryant: Come along Daphne. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] [O'Brien continues to nurse Cora alone.] Cora: O'Brien? Is that you, O'Brien? [O'Brien smiles.] O'Brien: Yes, milady. It's me, milady. Cora: You're so good to me. You've always been so good to me. O'Brien: Not always, milady. Cora: So good. O'Brien: No. And the fact is, I want to ask so much for your forgiveness, because I did something once which I bitterly regret. Bitterly. And if you could only know how much-- Cora: So very good. [Cora is clearly still delirious. Robert enters.] Robert: How is she? O'Brien: She slept and she seemed better, then suddenly the fever came back. Robert: O'Brien, thank you for the way you've looked after her. I mean it, I'm very grateful, whatever comes. [INT. LAVINIA'S GUEST BEDROOM] [Isobel sits by Lavinia's bedside, but stands as Matthew enters.] Matthew: What a marathon, but I think I got them all. Everyone sends love. I've told your father I'll telegraph him as soon as it's safe for him to come. Lavinia: But not before. Isobel: Well, I don't think I should leave you alone. [Matthew sighs.] Isobel: But if you don't tell. [Matthew chuckles and Isobel leaves. He sits in the chair.] Matthew: I've been thinking about the date for the rematch, and...what is it? Lavinia: I wonder if we haven't been rather lucky. Matthew: Well, I think we've both been very lucky. Lavinia: That we've been given a second chance. Matthew: Second chance at what? Lavinia: To be quite, quite sure about what we're doing. Matthew: Darling, what can you mean? Lavinia: The thing is...I might as well say it. When I came downstairs and you and Mary were dancing, I heard what you said...and I saw what you did. Matthew: But that was-- Lavinia: No, it's not that I'm in a rage and a fury. In fact, I think it's noble of you to want to keep your word when things have changed. But I'm not sure it'd be right for me to hold you to it. Matthew: Lavinia, I can explain. Lavinia: No, listen. I've had lots of time to think about it. I love you very, very much, and I've wanted to marry you from the first moment I saw you, all that is true. But I didn't really know what I was taking on. It's not in me to be Queen of the County. I'm a little person, an ordinary person, and when I saw you and Mary together, I thought, how fine, how right you look together. Matthew: I-- I don't want to hear this. Lavinia: But you must. Because it isn't a sudden thing. I was starting to worry, and then when you were wounded, I thought it was my calling to look after you and care for you. And I don't think Mary would've done that quite as well as me, really. Matthew (laughing): No, no. No, not nearly as well. Lavinia: I do have some self-worth. Just not enough to make you marry the wrong person. Matthew: What you're saying is pointless! Mary's marrying somebody else. Lavinia: Is she? We'll see. Matthew: I won't let you do this. Lavinia: You will. But we won't fight about it now. In fact, I'm tired. Can I rest for a bit? We'll talk later. Matthew: Of course. [Matthew gets up and he sees her start to cry just before he leaves.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] Lady Mary: It's good of you to come, but I don't really see what you can do. Sir Richard Carlisle: I just thought I better do my bit. You say the chauffeur's gone, so I could always drive the car. Lady Mary: Preferably over the chauffeur. Hm. Sir Richard Carlisle: You father's not having an easy time of it. How's Lady Grantham? Lady Mary: Not well. Clarkson's with her now. Sir Richard Carlisle: And Miss Swire? Lady Mary: Oh, she's... [Something occurs to her and she turns to face Carlisle.] Lady Mary: Is that why you've come? Because I said Lavinia had been taken ill? Sir Richard Carlisle: I was coming up anyway in a day or two for the wedding. Lady Mary: Well, she won't be getting married on Saturday, which I suppose is what you'd like best. Sir Richard Carlisle: But she's not seriously ill? Lady Mary: I see what was worrying you. If Lavinia had been carried off, you wanted to be here to stop Matthew from falling into my arms on a tidal wave of grief. Sir Richard Carlisle: It's a tricky disease. [Thomas enters.] Thomas: His Lordship's asking for you, milady. [Mary gathers her letters and exits] [INT. KITCHENS - DAY] Mrs Hughes: I think we should aim at a sort of buffet dinner. Then they can run in and out as it suits them. I'm sorry to make extra work. Mrs Patmore: Never mind that. At times like these, we must all pull together. Mrs Hughes: Oh, this arrived in the afternoon post, Daisy. [Mrs Hughes hands Daisy a letter. Thomas enters.] Thomas: Tea for Sir Richard in the drawing room. Mrs Hughes: Well, I'm glad to know he's here to help. [Mrs Hughes and Mrs Patmore shake their heads while Daisy reads her letter.] Thomas: I can do it. Mrs Hughes: You're very obliging, Thomas. Thomas: I could take some up to Mr Carson, if you'd like. [Mrs Hughes and Mrs Patmore exchange a look.] Mrs Patmore: Is that from your Mr Mason? Daisy Mason: He's not mine. Mrs Hughes: What does he say? Daisy Mason: He just says again we should talk about William. He wants me to go to his farm. Mrs Patmore: Oh, poor man, will you not visit him? Daisy Mason: I'm not going to any farm. Mrs Hughes: You're all he's got, Daisy. Daisy Mason: Well, then he's got nobody, 'cause he hasn't got me. [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Mary enters as Anna is finishing the bed.] Anna: Oh, I'm sorry, milady, I didn't think you'd want to change tonight. Lady Mary: I don't. I just need a handkerchief. Anna: How's Her Ladyship? Lady Mary: Not good, I'm afraid. What is it? Anna: I--I don't mean to bother you, milady. Lady Mary: Go on. Anna: Can you keep a secret? Well, I know you can. You see, Mr Bates and I had a plan...to get married this coming Friday. Lady Mary: What? Anna: He's worried the police haven't finished with him, and if he's right, then I'm not going through it with no proper place in his life. Lady Mary: Well, that's a very brave decision. Anna: Or a very stupid one. But, anyway, with Her Ladyship ill now, and half the servants on their backs, and everybody working flat out-- Lady Mary: Where is the marriage to be? Anna: Just in the register office in Ripon. It wouldn't take long, but-- Lady Mary: Go. I'll cover for you. We're all here, and you won't help Mama by changing your plans. [Edith enters.] Lady Edith: You better come. She's worse. [Mary rushes out with Edith.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Clarkson puts on his coat to leave.] Dr Clarkson: I've given her the epinephrine. O'Brien (worried): Doctor! [Cora is gasping for air and her nose is bleeding.] Lady Edith: Oh, no. What does that mean? Dr Clarkson: It's a haemorrhage of the mucus membranes. It's, er, it's not unusual. [Sybil gets a bowl to Cora just in time as she vomits.] O'Brien: It's all right, milady. Don't worry. Don't worry a bit. Everything's going to be all right. Robert (whisper): Everything is clearly not all right. How bad is it? Dr Clarkson (low voice): If she lasts through the night, she'll live. [Mary, Edith, and Robert absorb this shock.] Dr Clarkson: What about the others? Lady Mary: Come with me. Dr Clarkson: I'll be back shortly. [INT. MR CARSON'S BEDROOM - EVENING] Dr Clarkson: I've given some medicine to Mrs Hughes. She'll bring it up later. Mr Carson: I gather Her Ladyship is not improving. Dr Clarkson: Ah, well, er...we'll know more tomorrow. Mr Carson: And Miss Swire? Dr Clarkson: Not too bad, I think. I'll go to her when I've seen the rest of the servants. [Someone knocks just as Clarkson heads for the door and he opens it.] Dr Clarkson: Ah. [Clarkson exits as Thomas brings in a tray, to Mr Carson's shock.] Thomas: Thank you, sir. Here we are, Mr Carson. Now, have you got everything you need? [Carson nods.] Thomas: Milady. [Thomas exits cheerfully.] Mr Carson: I wan-- I want to thank you for coming up, my lady. Lady Mary: Not at all. Mr Carson: No, no, I mean it. I know I've been a disappointment to you. Lady Mary: Maybe. But I've relied on your support for too long to do without it entirely. Mr Carson: You'll always have my support, my lady. Lady Mary: And you mine. On which subject... [Mary brings Carson's dinner tray to him.] Lady Mary: I should be careful of Thomas. Mr Carson: I don't know how we're to get rid of him after all this. Lady Mary: But I doubt he'll want to stay a footman forever, so watch out. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [Thomas waits on the buffet dinner party in full livery.] Lady Mary: You look very smart, Thomas. Thomas: Well, I still have the shirt, milady, and I found my livery in the cupboard, so I thought, why not? [Mary finishes serving up her own plate and walks over to sit next to Matthew.] Sir Richard Carlisle: I have a place for you here. [Mary pauses awkwardly and goes to sit next to Carlisle.] Isobel: How's Lavinia? Matthew: All right, I think. The illness has made her rather...confused. Lady Mary: What do you mean? [Sybil rushes in, wearing her nursing uniform.] Lady Sybil: Matthew! Mary! [Everyone gets up.] Lady Mary: Is it Mama? Lady Sybil: That's what's so...it's Lavinia. [Everyone rushes out except Carlisle. He grabs Mary's arm on her way out.] Sir Richard Carlisle: Let him go to her. Let him be with her. Surely you owe her that. [Mary slips out of his grasp and leaves without a word.] [INT. LAVINIA'S GUEST BEDROOM - EVENING] Isobel: What happened? Dr Clarkson: This is how I found her. It's bad, I'm afraid. Very bad. [Lavinia seems to be struggling to breathe.] Dr Clarkson: The worst. Matthew: I don't understand. When I was with her, she was talking, she was fine. Dr Clarkson: It's-- it's a strange disease with sudden, savage changes. I'm terribly sorry. Matthew: Well, what can I do? Can I talk to her? Dr Clarkson: Yes, of course. [Matthew sits in the chair next to the bed and takes Lavinia's hand. The men step away and turn their backs, but the women watch.] Matthew: My darling, can you hear me? It's me. It's Matthew. Lavinia: Matthew. I'm so glad you're here. Matthew: Of course I'm here. Darling, where else would I be? Lavinia: Isn't this better, really? Matthew: I don't understand you. Lavinia: You won't have to make a hard decision. Be happy, for my sake. Promise me. It's all I want for you. Remember that. That's all I want. Matthew: But I can't be happy. Not without you. How could I be happy? [Lavinia dies. Isobel steps forward and the gentlemen turn back around. Clarkson checks her pulse, then places a hand on Matthew's shoulder and steps away.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] [Matthew walks to Downton wearing a black armband, looking like a zombie. He enter the great hall and sees servants taking the garlands down from the staircase.] Matthew: What are you doing? Thomas: They were put up for the wedding, Mr Crawley. [Robert approaches Matthew.] Robert: My dear chap, I cannot find the words to say how sorry I am. Matthew: How is Cousin Cora? Robert: Much better, thank you. Matthew: Glad to hear it. I came up to see if there's anything I need to do. Robert: We've taken care of all that. As you know, we always use Graspy's. Matthew: Of course. Robert: Travis has suggested Monday for the funeral to give people time to get here. It'll be in tomorrow's paper. Matthew: That's very kind of you. Robert: I know Mary wanted to-- Matthew: No. Robert: --see you. Matthew: I mean, I...don't really want to see anyone. Not yet. Now I know everything's settled, I'll go back. Robert: When you speak to her father, do ask him to stay here Matthew: Thank you. He'll be...very grateful. Robert: Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. [Matthew zombie walks away.] [INT. MR CARSON'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Mrs Hughes gives Mr Carson his medicine.] Mrs Hughes: Are you feeling more yourself? Mr Carson: A bit. I still can't get over it. Mrs Hughes: I hope you'll not pretend you liked her now. Mr Carson: I didn't want her here, Mrs Hughes, I'll admit, but I had no objection to her being happy somewhere else. [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY] Robert: A sight to gladden my heart. Cora: Is it? I hope it is. Robert: You gave us quite a fright. Cora: They told me about Lavinia. Robert: The funeral is on Monday. Cora: I'd like to go if I can. [Cora lays her hand on the bed for Robert to take. He takes it.] Cora: We're all right, aren't we Robert? [Robert looks at her face, narrows his eyes, and the replies.] Robert: Of course we are. Cora: Only I know I got so caught up in everything, I think I neglected you, and if I did, I'm sorry. Robert: Don't apologize to me. [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING] [Ethel knocks and enters while Mrs Hughes is having her tea.] Mrs Hughes: Ethel! Whatever are you doing here at this time of night? Ethel: I said I'd be back with my answer, and here I am. Mrs Hughes: You know we're a house in mourning. Ethel: Yes. And I'm sorry. But if anything, it's made my mind up for me. Life is short and what's my life without Charlie? They're not having him. Mrs Hughes: (nods) As long as you're sure. Ethel: They say they can do better for him, but what's better than his mother's love? Fancy me that. [Mrs Hughes smiles a little.] Mrs Hughes: I'll write and tell them. [Ethel smiles a little as she steps toward the door.] Ethel: You agree with me, though, don't you? Mrs Hughes: My opinion has no place in this. [Ethel nods and leaves.] [EXT/INT. RIPON REGISTER OFFICE - DAY] [Anna arrives with flowers and takes Mr Bates's arm. On their way inside, they pass a newlywed couple.] Registrar: "I, John Bates," Mr Bates: I, John Bates... Registrar: "Take thee, Anna Mae Smith," Mr Bates: Take thee, Anna Mae Smith... Registrar: "To be my wedded wife." Mr Bates: To be my wedded wife. Registrar: "I, Anna Mae Smith," Anna: I, Anna Mae Smith... Registrar: "Take thee, John Bates..." Anna: Take thee, John Bates... Registrar: "To be my wedded husband." Anna: To be my wedded husband. Registrar: And now the ring. [Bates puts the ring on the tip of Anna's finger.] Registrar: "With this ring, I plight thee my troth" Mr Bates: With this ring, I plight thee my troth... Registrar: "As a symbol of all we have promised." Mr Bates: As a symbol of all we have promised. Registrar: And all that we share. Mr Bates: And all that we share. [Bates slides the ring the rest of the way onto Anna's finger. They beam at each other.] Registrar: It, therefore, gives me great pleasure to say you are now husband and wife together. [They kiss.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Robert writes at his desk. Jane enters.] Jane: You rang, milord? Robert: I keep forgetting Carson's ill. Jane: Mrs Hughes says he's much better. Robert: I really want Bates, he'd gone out earlier. Jane: He's in the dressing room. He went up with your evening shirt. [Robert checks his watch.] Robert: Golly, is that the time? [Robert gets up and Jane turns to leave.] Robert: Actually, can you stay a moment? I was trying to think how to contrive a meeting and here you are. You see-- Jane: I'm glad Lady Grantham's better. Truly. and don't worry, there's no harm done. Robert: No harm done yet. Jane: I'm almost packed...and I've given in my notice. [Robert stares for a moment, then nods. He takes a note from his desk and hands it to her.] Robert: This is the name and address of my man of business. Jane: Why? You don't owe me anything. Robert: It's not for you. It's for Freddie. Let me give him a start in life. [Jane shakes her head and tries to look anywhere but Robert.] Jane: I'm not sure. Robert: It would make me very happy. Jane: If I thought that, then I'd take it gladly. Will you be happy? Really? Robert: I have no right to be unhappy, which is almost the same. Jane: Almost. Not quite. Can I kiss you before I go? [Robert leans in and kisses her. She starts to cry as they part. She exits and he stares after her.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mary shakes her head.] Lady Mary: The secret Mrs Bates. [Anna and Mary smile.] Anna Bates: We will tell everyone, but I thought we should leave it for a while. At least 'til after the funeral, anyway. Lady Mary: You'll have to control yourselves. Anna Bates: Well, we've had enough practice. [Anna finishes braiding Mary's hair and Mary walks toward the door.] Lady Mary: Come with me. [Anna follows Mary down the corridor. Mary looks back at her and smiles.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mary shows Anna a guest bedroom with flowers on the bed and candles everywhere. Anna smiles.] Lady Mary: Smuggle Bates in here when everyone has gone to bed. And for heaven's sake, make sure he gets the right room. [Anna chuckles.] Anna Bates: I don't know what to say, milady. Who did all this? Lady Mary: Jane. I told her. She said it would be her leaving present. You can stay all night. She won't tell. Anna Bates: Milady, thank you. Very, very much. [Mary smiles.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - NIGHT] [Mr Carson clears his throat as Thomas is closing up the silver cabinet.] Thomas: Are you sure you should be up, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: I wanted to check the silver before tomorrow. Thomas: I think I've cleaned all the pieces we might need. We'll get everything ready the moment breakfast is over. Mr Carson: Thank you for the way you've kept it all going, Thomas. I wish I knew how to express my gratitude. Thomas: You'll find a way, Mr Carson. [Carson holds out his hand and Thomas gives him the silver cabinet keys.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT] [Mrs Hughes gets up from her desk and hands Jane an envelope.] Mrs Hughes: I think that's everything we owe. Jane: Thank you, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: I'm sorry you're going, Jane. You're a good worker. I wish you well. Jane: I'm sorry, too, Mrs Hughes. But in the end I think it's for the best. For everyone. Mrs Hughes: When all is said and done, my dear, you may be right. [Jane leaves and Mrs Hughes considers the matter for a moment. She totally knows.] [INT. HONEYMOON GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mr and Mrs Bates lie naked under the covers, gazing at each other.] Mr Bates: Well...Mrs Bates...you've had your way with me. [They giggle.] Mr Bates: I just hope you don't live to regret it. Anna Bates: I couldn't regret it. No matter what comes. I know only that I am now who I was meant to be. Mr Bates: I'm not worthy of you, that's all I know. And they'll call me names for pulling you into my troubles. [Anna sighs.] Anna Bates: Mr Bates, we've waited long enough to be together, you and I, and now that we're man and wife, can we let that be enough just for this one night? [They kiss.] [EXT. CEMETERY - DAY] Reverend Travis: Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. [The minister throws dirt on Lavinia's coffin.] Reverend Travis: In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, who shall change our vile body that may be like unto his glorious body according to the mighty working whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself. Amen. All: Amen. Lady Mary: Would you give me a moment? Sir Richard Carlisle: Of course not, I understand. Lady Mary: Yes, exactly. [The mourners leave except Matthew. Mary approaches him by Lavinia's grave. Anna Bates, Mrs Hughes, Mr Carson, and Mr Bates walk back to the house.] Mrs Hughes: We better get moving if we're to be back there before they arrive. Anna: Mrs Patmore and Thomas will go ahead in the trap. They'll sort it out between them. Mrs Hughes: Mm, I've no doubt Thomas will have everything sorted out. [Mrs Hughes gives Carson a significant look.] Mr Carson: I'm sorry Mrs Hughes, but it's no good thinking that we'll get sht of him now. Mrs Hughes: Why doesn't that come as a surprise? [Daisy sees Mr Mason standing at William's grave as she walks back. He sees her and she goes to him.] Mr Mason: I've been hoping I might meet you here one day. I expect you come as often as I try to do. Daisy Mason: It was a funeral...of a lady that was going to marry Mr Crawley. Mr Mason: I heard about that. There's nothing so wrong as when young folks die. [Daisy wipes her eyes.] Mr Mason: Hey, needn't hide your tears from me, love. [He hands her a handkerchief.] Mr Mason: It does me good to see how much you loved him. It does. [Back at Lavinia's grave.] Lady Mary: You must tell me if there's anything I can do. Anything at all. Matthew: Thank you, but I don't think so. [Mary nods and turns to go.] Matthew: That night when we were dancing and Lavinia came downstairs...she heard. She...she saw...everything. Lady Mary: How terrible for her. I'm so sorry. Matthew: Because of what she saw, she thought we should cancel the wedding. That I belonged with you, not with her. She gave up because of us. She said to me when she was dying, "Isn't this better?" I know it's a cliché, but...I believe she died of a broken heart, because of that kiss. And we were the ones who klled her. Lady Mary: Oh, Matthew. Matthew: We could never be happy now, don't you see? We are cursed, you and I. And there's nothing to be done about it. Let's be strong, Mary. And let's accept...that this is the end. Lady Mary: Of course it's the end. How could it not be? [Carlisle walks up.] Sir Richard Carlisle: I'm so very sorry about this. Matthew: Thank you. Sir Richard Carlisle: Can I walk you up to the house or, er...? Lady Mary: Certainly you can. I want you to. [Mary and Carlisle walk arm in arm back to the house, Mary just as upset as Matthew. Robert and Violet visit with Dr Clarkson and Reverend Travis.] Robert: Well, thank you, Mr Travis. Dr Clarkson: I have a feeling-- [Robert looks over to see Branson talking to Sybil and goes to them.] Lady Sybil: It's so sad. Branson: Yes. Robert: Why are you here ? Branson: To pay my respects to Miss Swire, and to see Sybil. Robert: Lady Sybil. Lady Sybil: Oh, Papa, what's the point in all that nonsense? Robert: I suppose you'll go to Dublin now. Isn't that your plan? Lady Sybil: In a day or two. Mama is well again and I see no reason to delay. Although, I do so wish we could have parted friends. Robert: What about you? Do you want to "part friends"? Branson: I do. Although, I don't expect to. [Branson and Sybil turn to go.] Robert: All right. [They stop and turn back around.] Lady Sybil: What? Robert: Well, if I can't stop you, I see no profit in a quarrel. You'll have a very different life from the one you might have lived, but if you're sure it's what you want. [Sybil looks at Branson with a smile.] Lady Sybil: I am. Robert: Then you may take my blessing with you, whatever that means. Lady Sybil: Oh, Papa. It means more than anything! [She hugs him with delight.] Lady Sybil: More than anything! Robert: If you mistreat her, I will personally have you torn to pieces by wild dogs. Branson: I'd expect no less. Lady Sybil: Will you come over for the wedding? Robert: We'll see. We'll talk about that later. And there'll be some money. But not much. [Sybil smiles and kisses him on the cheek. Sybil and Branson walk off hand in hand. Violet approaches Robert and they follow.] Violet: So, you've given in? Robert: She would've gone anyway. [Violet makes a noise at that.] Robert: And perhaps we should let Lavinia's last gift to us be a reminder of what really matters. Of course, you'll think that's soft. Violet: Well, not at all. The aristocracy has not survived by its intransigence. Oh, no, no, we must work with what we've got to minimize the scandal. Robert: But what have we got to work with? Violet: Well, you'd be surprised. He's political, isn't he? And a writer. Well, I could make something out of that. And there's a family called Branson with a place not far from Cork. I believe they have a connection with the Howards. Well, surely, we can hitch him onto them. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [The servants arrive home from the funeral. Mrs Patmore comes out of the kitchen when she sees them.] Mrs Patmore: Mr Bates. Mr Bates: Are you all right, Mrs Patmore? Mrs Patmore: I'm all right. There are two men waiting for you in the servants' hall. [Mrs Patmore looks worried. Bates and Anna walk to the servants' hall. Mrs Hughes and Carson see the men and turn back to watch Mr Bates enter.] Mr Bates: Are you looking for me? Policeman: John Bates? Mr Bates: Yes. Policeman: You are under arrest on the charge of wilful mrder. You are not obliged to say anything unless you desire to do so. Whatever you say will be taken down in writing and may be given in evidence against you upon your trial. Mr Bates: I understand. [The other policeman takes Bates's wrist.] Anna Bates: No. No-- Mr Bates: Please...do whatever is required. [The policeman cuffs Bates.] Mr Bates: I love you. Mrs Bates: And I love you. For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse. [Anna kisses him.] Policeman: Come along, sir. [They lead Bates down the corridor, past all of the servants. Anna Bates stands in the servants hall watching after them, lip trembling.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "02x08 - Episode Eight"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [EXT. DOWNTON VILLAGE - DAY] [Daisy walks her bike through the village towards the church.] Spring, 1920 [INT. DOWNTON CHURCH - DAY] [Mary and Matthew stand next to each other at the altar in plain clothes. Mary has a white train sticking out under her coat.] Matthew Crawley: Is there any news of Sybil? Lady Mary: She's still not coming. She insists they can't afford it. [Matthew raises his eyebrows with an understanding frown and nods.] Archbishop: Mr Travis, can we move forward? Reverend Travis: If I could just ask you to come down the aisle again. [Matthew and Mary nod pleasantly to Rev. Travis and smile at each other as they turn toward the door.] Reverend Travis: Can we get the troops organized? Robert, Earl of Grantham: That means me. [Robert rises from the pew.] Cora, Countess of Grantham: It seems rather hard on poor old Travis when he's doing all the work but the archbishop gets the glory. Mary: Papa was the one who wanted a prince of the church. I'd have settled for Travis. Robert: Mm. Mary: Is there really no way we can get Sybil over? It seems ridiculous. Robert: On the contrary, it's a relief. Branson is still an object of fascination for the county. We'll ask him here when we can prepare the servants and manage it gently. [Robert and Mary walk to the back of the church.] Isobel Crawley: He's making a problem where none exists. No one could care less were Branson at the wedding or not. Matthew: You must think country life more exciting than it is if you imagine people don't care when an earl's daughter runs off with the chauffeur. Isobel: Well, the fact remains she has run off with the chauffeur and they'll have to get used to it. [The archbishop calls down the aisle.] Archbishop: Mr Travis, are we ready? Reverend Travis: Er, any moment, Your Grace, any moment. [Travis walks back up the aisle.] Reverend Travis: Can we, please? [Mary and Robert stand ready and take each other's arm before starting down the aisle.] [EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS - DAY] [Daisy rides toward the house on her bicycle.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [The servants sit down to eat.] Mr Carson: That treacle tart just ht the spot, thank you, Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: So, Mrs Hughes and Anna are getting the place ready to let? Mr Carson: That is the plan. [Mrs Patmore nods and leaves with a tray.] Thomas Barrow: I'm surprised Anna held onto that house. I thought they confiscated the profits of mrder. Mr Carson: Mr Bates had the wisdom to transfer it to her before the trial. Thomas: I don't think I'd have allowed it, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: Then we must all be grateful you were not the presiding judge. Thomas: I still think it's funny given that he's a convicted mrder. Mr Carson: May I remind you, Mr Barrow, that in this house Mr Bates is a wronged man seeking justice. If you have any problems with that definition, I suggest you eat in the yard. [Carson leaves. O'Brien gives Thomas a unpleasant look as he smirks at her.] [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Isobel: I suppose you agree with Robert. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Then, not for the first time, you suppose wrongly. The family must never be a topic of conversation. Cora: I'm afraid Sybil's already made the Crawleys a permanent topic. Violet: All the more reason. If we can show the county he can behave normally, they will soon lose interest in him. And I shall make sure he behaves normally, because I shall hold his hand on the radiator until he does. [Cora smiles at the half-serious remark.] Isobel: Well, I don't know this young man aside from "Good morning" and "Good night," but he strikes me as a very interesting addition to the family. Violet: Oh, here we go. [Violet shakes her head.] Isobel: And why should he be "normal," as you call it? I say he should come here and fight his corner. [Violet looks sharply to Cora for sympathy, but Cora keeps a neutral expression.] Isobel: I like a man of strong beliefs. I think I'll send them the money. Cora: Please don't. Robert's expressly forbidden it. He'd be furious. [Violet looks between her two guests with a surprised expression.] [INT. FRONT HALL - EVENING] [Robert speaks on the telephone dressed in his tails.] Robert: But it can't be as bad as... [Robert listens.] Robert: Look, I'll come and see you. Tomorrow. No, I insist. Right, goodbye. [Robert hangs up the phone just as Mary enters dressed for dinner.] Mary: Papa? What's the matter? Robert (unconvincingly): Nothing's the matter. What should be the matter? [Robert exits and Mary watches him leave, wondering what's bothering him.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [Anna and Mrs Hughes enter and Carson and the other servants who were sitting at the table stand.] Mr Carson: How was London? Anna Bates: We got it all done. But I couldn't have managed without my helper. Mrs Patmore: Have you eaten? Mrs Hughes: We had a bite on the train. Mrs Patmore: Oh, sit down anyway, have a cup o' tea. [The other servants sit down and Daisy and a maid leave.] Mrs Hughes: I'll start on the final lists for the wedding tomorrow morning. [Thomas holds Mrs Hughes chair for her and then sits down, too.] Mr Carson: I've got the last of the wine deliveries coming on Tuesday. Mrs Hughes: How will you manage without a footman? Mr Carson: I agree, but I haven't time to find one now. Miss Sarah O-Brien: I've had a letter from my sister asking after a job for her son, and-- Mr Carson: Miss O'Brien, we are about to host a society wedding. I have no time for training young hobbledehoys. [A bell rings.] Mr Carson: Her Ladyship is ringing. [O'Brien pauses for a moment, then gets up to see to her duties. Mrs Hughes and Mr Carson share a look.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [O'Brien fixes Cora's hair as Cora sits in a dressing gown.] Cora: Well, I don't see why not. I'll ask His Lordship when-- [The door opens and Robert enters in his dressing gown.] Cora: There you are. So, I'll ask you now. Robert: Ask me what? Cora: Carson's in need of a footman and O'Brien has a candidate. O'Brien: Alfred. Alfred Nugent, milord. He's a good worker. Cora: I think it sounds perfect. [Robert stares into space.] Cora: Robert? [Robert snaps out of his reverie.] Robert: Whatever you say. [Cora and O'Brien smile at each other.] Robert: My dear, I have to go up to London tomorrow. I'll be catching the early train. Cora: That's very sudden. Do you want me to open the house? Robert: No, I'll come straight back. Cora: What are you going for? Robert: It's nothing to bother you with. [Cora accepts his answer happily and Robert goes back into his thoughts.] [EXT/INT. PRISON - DAY] [Anna pauses to brace herself outside of Bates's prison before entering.] Anna: It's all there, every entry. John Bates: Where did you find the book? Anna: Behind the bureau. We moved it out to clean and there it was. Vera must have dropped it or something. Bates: So, what do you want me to do? Anna: Make notes on all the names: close friend, relation, workmate, tradesman, and so on. Then I'll copy those and I'll send them with the book to Mr Murray. Bates: Haven't you anything better to do? Anna (smiles): I have not. Because I'd rather work to get you free then dine with the king at Buckingham Palace. So, what news have you got? Bates: And what news could I have in here? Oh, I've acquired a new cellmate. To be honest, I'm not sure about him. Anna: Well, just remember what my mother used to say: never make an enemy by accident. Now, do you think you can get the notes done before my next visit? Bates: I don't see what can come of it. Anna: Probably nothing. And my next idea will probably lead to nothing, and the next, and the next. But one day, something will occur to us and we'll follow it up, and the case against you will crumble. Bates: Do you never doubt? For just one minute? [Anna smiles softly.] Bates: I wouldn't blame you. Anna: No. I don't doubt that the sun will rise in the east either. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Mr Carson inspects Alfred with furrowed eyebrows, frowning up at him.] Mr Carson: You're too tall to be a footman. No footman should be over six-foot-one. [Thomas, Mrs Hughes, Daisy, and O'Brien stare at the other end of the room.] O'Brien (proudly): That can't be, can it? Since he's already been taken on. Mr Carson: But what have you done? Alfred Nugent: I was a hotel waiter after I was discharged from the army. [?] got back. O'Brien: I think to get a job as a waiter shows real initiative. Mrs Hughes: I suppose he can speak for himself? O'Brien: Why? Is he on trial? This isn't an interview, is it? Not when he's already got the job. Mr Carson: No, it is not an interview, Miss O'Brien, but he is on trial, and if he cannot match our standards, he will be found guilty. Alfred: I mean to try, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: As long as you do. Right, go upstairs and get settled in. Your aunt will hopefully find you a livery that fits. [O'Brien nods and Alfred follows her out.] [EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS - DAY] [Mary and Matthew go on a walk together.] Mary: Just at the start, so we've a place to sleep after the honeymoon. You can't object to that. Matthew: No, it's nice of them. Though I doubt I'll get used to taking you to bed with your father watching. Mary: (chuckle) He's so relieved we're getting married, he wouldn't mind if you carried me up naked. Matthew: (chuckle) Careful, I might try it. [They chuckle.] Matthew: I don't want to move to London or anything. I'm not kicking against the traces. Mary: Just testing their strength. Matthew: I want us to get to know each other..to learn about who we both are without everybody being there. Mary: Well, it's quite a big house. Matthew: It's a lovely house. It's your home, and I want it to be my home, too. Just not quite yet. [Mary looks at him and then nods.] [EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY] [Robert exits the station and walks up to a cab. A paper boy is selling papers that read "Bolshevik Menace."] Paperboy: Paper! Russia [?]! Robert: Chancery Lane. Cab Driver: Yes, sir. [Robert gets in the cab and it takes off.] [INT. MR MURRAY'S OFFICE - DAY] Mr Murray: I have spoken to Frobisher and Currant and since I am a trustee, should the estate ever need one, we felt I ought to be the one to tell you. Robert: You make it sound very serious. Mr Murray: I am expressing myself badly if you think it is not serious. Robert: Why did we invest so much. Mr Murray: Lord Grantham, it was you who insisted we should. If you remember, we advised against it. Robert: But wr would mean a huge expansion of railways everywhere. Every forecast was certain. Rail shares were bound to make a fortune. Mr Murray: Many did, but your principle holding, which was very large, indeed, was in the Canadian Grand Trunk line. [Robert stands up, getting upset.] Robert: It was the main railway in British North America, for god's sake! It wasn't just me. Everyone said we couldn't lose! We knew hard times were coming for estates like Downton, and this investment would make it safe for the rest of time. Mr Murray: Charles Hayes was the presiding genius, and since he died, the management has not...the fact is, the company is about to be declared bankrupt... [Robert leans forward on the chairback.] Mr Murray: And the line will be absorbed into the Canadian National Railway scheme. [Robert leans harder into the chairback as the news sinks in.] Robert: Are you really telling me that all the money is gone? Mr Murray: I'm afraid so. Robert: The lion's share of Cora's fortune. [Murray responds only with a look and Robert turns away to process the blow as Murray observes him.] Robert: I won't give in, Murray. I've sacrificed too much to Downton to give in now. I refuse to be the failure, the earl who dropped the torch and let the flame go out. Mr Murray: I...hate to state the obvious, but if there's not enough money to run it, Downton must go. Unless you break it up and sell it off piecemeal. Robert: I couldn't do that. I have a duty beyond saving my own skin. The estate must be a major employer and support the house, or there's no point to it. To any of it. [EXT. DOWNTON VILLAGE - DAY] [Workers drape strings of white flags across the street and houses.] Worker: Morning. [A worker tips his hat to a woman passing by. A car drives down the street, passing the post office.] Sir Anthony Strallan: Lady Edith! [The car slows to a stop and Edith approaches with a smile.] Edith: Hello! Strallan: Hello! Edith: What are you doing here? Strallan: I'm meeting a train, but I'm too early. Edith: Oh. [Edith opens the car door and steps in. Strallan is surprised.] Strallan: Oh, I mustn't hold you up. Edith: Oh, I'm not doing anything. Strallan: Oh. Edith: I thought I'd get away from wedding panic. [They chuckle.] Strallan: Don't you like weddings. Edith: Oh, don't be silly. Of course I do. Only, I've talked of clothes and flowers, and food and guests until I'm blue in the face. [They chuckle.] Strallan: Yes, weddings can be reminders of one's loneliness, can't they? Sorry, I don't know why I said that. So, how's it going? Is your grandmother coming over from New York for it? Edith: She is. [Chuckle.] Strallan: And Sybil, is she here yet? Edith: As a matter of fact, she wasn't coming, but I think she is now. Mary had a letter this morning. Papa doesn't know yet. Strallan: He will be pleased. Edith: I do hope so. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, MATTHEW'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] Mr Molesley: So, you'll live at the big house when you're back from honeymoon? Matthew: Not live. Stay. We'll stay there until we decide where to go. It'll be on the estate, I should think, or in the village. Mr Molesley: Not here? Matthew: No. I shall expect you and Mrs Bird to look after Mrs Crawley. [Molesley looks up in surprise.] Mr Molesley: Y--you'll not be taking me with you, sir? Only, I thought you'd be needing...a proper valet once you're married. Matthew: I've always thought of you as more of a butler who helps out as a valet and not the other way around. Mr Molesley: Oh, I'd be happy to be a valet, sir, especially in the big house. Matthew: We won't be in the big house for long. To be honest, Molesley, I want to live more simply after the wedding. [Molesley is clearly disappointed.] Matthew: And besides, Mother absolutely relies on you. Mr Molesley: Well, that's very nice to hear, sir. Thank you. [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] [Thomas helps Robert dress for dinner.] Thomas: You must be exhausted, milord. You can't have spent more than two hours in London. Robert: It was sufficient. Thomas: The new footman arrived while you were gone. [Robert starts.] Robert: What? Thomas: Yes. He got the cable this morning and came straight over. Very eager. And very tall. Robert: But when did--? Never mind. [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [Robert catches up to Cora on the staircase.] Robert: Did you know about the new footman? Cora: Of course. He's already here. Robert: Why did no one tell me? Cora: What do you mean? We talked about it last night...in my room. Robert: Well, nobody else must be taken on. Absolutely no one...until things are settled. Cora: What things? [Robert hesitates.] Robert: How's the wedding going? I suppose it's costing the earth. Cora: Mary was never gonna marry on the cheap. Robert: Oh, no. Nothing must be done on the cheap. [Cora stares after Robert as he leaves.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] [O'Brien checks her nephew's livery.] Alfred: I feel quite nervous. O'Brien: Don't be. You've got the skill, and you've got the willingness. [Thomas passes by.] Thomas: But he hasn't got the experience. Alfred: He's right. O'Brien: Pay no attention. (towards Thomas) You've a nice manner, Alfred. You're not vain like Thomas. (to Alfred) They'll like that. [INT. KITCHEN - EVENING] [Daisy works with rough, angry motions.] Thomas: What's the matter with you? Daisy: I'm fed up. They promised me promotion. She said they'd get a new kitchen maid and I'd be Mrs Patmore's assistant. Thomas: Well, if they really promised, you should withdraw your services. Daisy: What do you mean? Like go on strike? Thomas: But don't say I put you up to it. [Daisy considers his suggestion hesitantly.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Violet: But what was in the letter? Mary: Just that Sybil's coming after all. She'll be here on Wednesday in time for dinner. [Matthew smiles.] Isobel: Will she be coming alone? Matthew: Don't make trouble, Mother. [Isobel gives Matthew a wide-eyed look. Alfred begins serving Violet's dinner himself.] Violet: Can I do it? Alfred: If you wish, my lady, of course. [Alfred puts the serving utensils in the dish so Violet can serve herself.] Violet: Are--Are you really that tall? Alfred: Yes, my lady. Violet: I thought you might have been walking on stilts. [Edith chuckles.] Mary: When does Grandmamma arrive? Cora: She gets into Liverpool on the fifteenth, so she'll be here the day before the wedding. Violet: I'm so looking forward to seeing your mother again. When I'm with her, I'm reminded of the virtues of the English. Matthew: Isn't she American? Violet: Exactly. [Matthew gives a sidelong look at Violet's insult.] Robert: Can I...help myself? [Alfred stops trying to dish out Robert's dinner.] Alfred: Oh, you want to as well, my lord? [Alfred puts down the serving utensils.] Robert: To be honest, I think you'll find that we all want to do it as well. Mr Carson (harsh whisper): What do you think you're doing? You're not in a hotel now. Isobel: Did you train in a hotel? Alfred: I did, ma'am. [Alfred is about to pick up the utensils, then leaves them and lets Isobel serve herself. Carson glares at Alfred.] Isobel: That will be useful, won't it, Carson? [Carson avoids her look.] Isobel: Are you all set for the wedding? [Carson gives a smile.] Mary: Of course he is. Carson's motto is "Be prepared." Violet: I'm afraid Baden-Powell has stolen it. Cora: But you have all the help you need? Mr Carson: Well, I wouldn't fight the idea of a second footman, my lady. Matthew: I don't know about the rest of you, but I sometimes think it's time we lived in a simpler way. Isobel: I agree. Much cattle, much care. Robert: Always supposing we have the choice. Violet: Oh, don't say that. It's our job to provide employment. An aristocrat with no servants is as much use to the county as a glass hammer. [Violet and Edith chuckle.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [Anna and O'Brien are already seated when Thomas and Molesley enter.] Thomas: I knew this would happen. Typical. O'Brien: What's typical? Thomas: That I'd wind up looking after Mr Matthews. That's all I need. Mr Molesley: He hasn't thought it through. I'm sorry to say, but he hasn't. Anna: Are you worried for your job, Mr Molesley? Mr Molesley: Me? Oh, heavens, no. No, no, no, I'm essential to Mrs Crawley. She relies on me. That's what he said. "Essential." [The servants are irked by his pompous attitude.] O'Brien: Oh, yes. We're all essential. Until we get sacked. [Carson enters and the servants stand.] O'Brien: How was it? Mr Carson: Alfred was confused. He thought he'd been transported to the Hotel Metropole. Anna: Cheer up. You'll get the hang of it. Alfred: Will I? [The servants sit. Mrs Hughes enters and gives Molesley a friendly greeting.] Mrs Hughes: Oh, you're still here Mr Molesley. Mr Molesley: I know. I only walked over for a cup of tea and a chat. But I've outstayed my welcome. Mrs Hughes: Nonsense. Why not have a bite with us? They won't be leaving for a half hour or more. Mr Molesley: No, I better get back. I wouldn't want them to get home and me not be there to let them in. [O'Brien makes fun of him.] O'Brien: No, you wouldn't. Not when you're essential. [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [The family withdraws for the evening.] Mary: Then why is he coming all the way here? Why not say it on the telephone? Matthew: I have no idea. Mary: If Mr Swire's lawyer wants to see you and it's urgent, it means he's left you something. Matthew: I doubt it. I would have heard long before this. Anyway, I hope not. Mary: Why? [Matthew gives Mary a look.] Isobel: Matthew! Do come on! [Isobel wraps herself tightly in her coat.] Isobel: The chauffeur's freezing to death and so am I. [Matthew looks back to Mary.] Matthew: Are you looking forward to the wedding? [Mary smiles.] Mary: What do you think? [Matthew smirks.] Matthew: I'm looking forward to all sorts of things. [Mary smirks back as Matthew leans in.] Mary: Don't make me blush. Isobel: Matthew! [Matthew looks back at Isobel, then kisses Mary on the cheek and leaves.] [EXT. DOWNTON VILLAGE - DAY] [A car drives through the village.] [EXT. FRONT DOOR - DAY] [The car approaches the house and the family and some servants wait to greet Branson and Sybil. Alfred opens the door for them and Branson hands Sybil down, his luggage in the other hand. Sybil steps out with a smile and goes straight to her father.] Sybil Branson: Dearest Papa. [Sybil kisses his cheek.] Sybil: Tell me, did you send the money? Please say yes. Robert (confused): What money? Cora: (smiles) Hello...Tom. [Welcome to Downton. Cora approaches Tom with a bright smile and a handshake.] Tom Branson: I hope I am welcome, Your Ladyship. Mary: Of course. [Tom gives a formal nod to Robert, who doesn't respond.] Mary: Alfred, would you take the luggage for Mr Branson. Edith: There's tea in the library. Tom: Thank you. [Tom hands his luggage to Alfred. Sybil and Cora greet each other warmly as they head into the house and Tom smiles after them. He stops when he sees Carson.] Tom: (nods) Hello, Mr Carson. [Carson gives Tom a formal nod and Tom walks into the house.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY] [A business man walks out of Crawley House.] Isobel: Was that Mr Charkham I saw leaving? [Isobel closes the door.] Matthew: Yes, he said to make his apologies. He was late for his train. Isobel: What did he have to say for himself? Matthew: I don't know where to start. Basically, it seems that Reggie Swire did not wish to divide his fortune. So, when Lavinia died, he made a new will with a list of three possible heir, of which I was the third. Isobel: Why didn't the first name succeed? Matthew: He died before Reggie...in the same epidemic that klled Lavinia. But at first, they thought that the second heir, a Mr Clive Pulbrook would be easy to trace. Isobel: How much money are we talking about? Matthew: A lot. A huge amount. I had no idea. You could never have told it from Reggie's way of life. Isobel: Lucky Mr Pulbrook. Matthew: Well, this is it...Sometime before Reggie's death, Pulbrook travelled to the east, to India, to some tea plantations he owned there. Isobel: And? Matthew: He's never been heard of since. They've made inquiries. They've sent an agent out to visit his property. There's no sign of him. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [Thomas looks through stiff collars at the table.] Thomas: I'm sorry, I won't. And that's flat. Mrs Hughes: Then you'll have to do it, Mr Carson. Mr Carson (indignant): I'm not dressing a chauffeur. Mrs Hughes: He is not a chauffeur now. Anyway, you don't have to dress him. Just see he's got everything he needs. Mr Carson: I'm not often as one with Mr Barrow, but...no. Mrs Hughes: Then Alfred must do it. Mr Carson: (scoffs) Alfred. He wouldn't' know what to do beyond collecting dirty shoes outside the door. [Thomas smirks.] Mrs Hughes: Well, he'll have to learn. [Mrs Hughes looks disapprovingly at Thomas and Carson before she leaves. Carson gives a surprised look to Thomas. Thomas shrugs his shoulders.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Violet: Is it an Irish tradition? Tom: What? Robert: She means not changing. [Tom looks down at his plain clothes.] Sybil (irked): Of course not, Granny. Violet: It might have been. You don't change on the first night of a voyage. [Mary isn't pleased by the conversation either.] Tom: No, my lady. I don't own a set of tails. Or a dinner jacket either. I wouldn't get any use out of them. Robert: Well, I hope you own a morning coat since you're here for a wedding. Tom: No, I'm afraid I don't. Sybil: We live a completely different kind of life, Papa. Robert: Obviously. [Carson holds the serving dish at Tom's eye level.] Tom: Could you lower it a bit, please, Mr Carson. [Carson obliges.] Mary: You should buy a Downton wardrobe and leave it here. Then you won't have to pack when you come. Edith: What a good idea. [Sybil smiles at their suggestion.] Tom: I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't turn into somebody else just to please you. Violet: More's the pity. Isobel: Oh, now why should you change to please us? Matthew: What is the general feeling in Ireland now? Tom: That we're in sight of throwing off the English yoke. Isobel: Do you approve of the new act? Tom: Would you approve if your country'd been divided by a foreign power? Isobel: Well, won't it bring home rule for Southern Ireland nearer? Tom: Home rule on English terms, presided over by an English king. Matthew: Is keeping the monarchy a problem? Tom: Would it be a problem for you to be ruled by the German Kaiser? [Carson snaps a glass stem in his shock. Robert turns to look.] Robert: Carson, are you all right? Mr Carson: I've been very clumsy, my lord. I do apologise. [Sybil closes her eyes in embarrassment. Cora attempts to redirect the conversation to safer topics.] Cora: Is it true that Irish gardens have more variety than ours. [The attempt was so obvious that Robert sighs.] Edith: Oh, yes. Don't you remember Lady Dufferin's ball at Clandeboye? The gardens there were heavenly. [No one's fooled by the topic change and the Bransons both look uncomfortable.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [The servants sit down to dinner.] Alfred: I thought them very down on him. Thomas: That is because you know nothing. Mr Carson: And wasn't he down on them - insulting our country, insulting the king? I thought it was a miracle His Lordship held his temper. Mrs Hughes: But it must be hard, Mr Carson, to sit up there with people he used to drive around. Tom: It is hard, Mrs Hughes. [Tom stands in the doorway. Carson bolts up from his chair and the other servants follow suit.] Tom (hurriedly): Please, sit down. [Mrs Hughes debates, but Mr Carson remains resolutely standing and the other servants remain standing.] Mr Carson (stiffly): Is there something we can do, sir? Tom: I just wanted to come down to say hello. I wouldn't want you to think I got too big for my boots. Mrs Hughes: (smiles) That's nice. [Tom and Mrs Hughes's smiles are swallowed in Carson's presence.] Anna: I hope you and Lady Sybil are well. Tom: We are, thank you. And we've been following the story of Mr Bates. Mary keeps us informed. [Mrs Hughes and Anna smile, but Carson stiffens further at Tom's informality.] Tom: Still, I mustn't interrupt your dinner. [Tom begins to leave in the silence. Mrs Hughes offers an olive branch.] Mrs Hughes: Thank you for coming down. [Mrs Hughes and Tom share a friendly smile, and Carson exchanges disapproving looks as Tom leaves. The servants sit back down.] O'Brien: He's settled into his new life. Mr Carson: "Mary keeps us informed"? Mrs Hughes: Well, he knows her now. Mr Carson: What's that got to do with it? His Lordship would never call her Mary when talking to me. Never. If he wants to play their game, he better learn their rules. [Mrs Hughes sht Carson another disapproving look.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Some of the ladies play cards while Robert and Mary get drinks.] Violet: Tomorrow, let's ask the servants to come up and dine with us. It'll make things easier. (chuckle) Mary: You must get him to stop calling Granny "milady." And Mama. Isobel: We need something that doesn't sound too stiff and grand. Robert: Lady Grantham, of course. And he can call me Lord Grantham. Sybil: That doesn't sound stiff or grand at all. [Mary catches Sybil's look.] Mary (softly): One step at a time. [Sybil smiles. Mary walks to Matthew who's on the sofa.] Mary: So, what did the lawyer want? I presume he turned up. Matthew: He did...and it's rather complicated. But you were right, it was about Reggie's will. Mary: So, he's left you something? Matthew: Never mind that now. Just sit down and tell me about the relations that are coming for the wedding. I want to unscramble them in my head. [INT. KITCHEN - EVENING] [Daisy is cleaning up the kitchen as Mrs Patmore takes off her apron.] Mrs Patmore: Go to bed when you're done. Daisy: I'll go to bed when I'm ready. [Mrs Patmore looks up.] Mrs Patmore: What's happened to you? Have you swapped places with your evil twin? Daisy: I'd like to know where the new kitchen maid is. That's what you promised. They've got a new footman, where's the kitchen maid? Mrs Patmore: I know and I'm sorry, but I spoke to Mr Carson tonight and they won't be taking anyone new on. Daisy: Except a footman. Mrs Patmore: I don't know how Mr Carson managed it, because His Lordship's put his foot down. But you're called my assistant now, and you've seven shillings extra every month. Daisy: You've still kept me here with a dishonest representation. Mrs Patmore: Oh, dear! Have you swallowed a dictionary? [Mrs Patmore walks out in a huff.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Sybil and Mary are the only ones left in the room.] Sybil: Somehow none of it seems to matter when we're in Dublin. Class and all that just seems to fade away. I'm Mrs Branson and we get on with our lives like millions of others. [Mary nods in understanding.] Sybil: But here, he feels so patronised, and he hates it. Mary: But you don't regret it? Sybil: No, never. [They both smile.] Sybil: He's a wonderful, wonderful man. [Mary gives Sybil an affectionate touch.] Sybil: I just wish you knew him. Mary: Darling, we will know him. We'll know him and value him. I promise. Sybil: (smiles) Anyway...I best go upstairs [They rise from the couch.] Sybil: Make sure he's not too suicidal. Goodnight. [They kiss goodnight.] Mary: Oh, by the way, I don't know if Mama's told you, but the whole Grey family's coming tomorrow night. [Mary's mouth twitches. Sybil exhales in amusement.] Sybil: Including Larry? [Mary nods with an amused smile.] Sybil: Crikey. [Sybil laughs.] Mary: You'd better warn Tom. [Sybil turns to go.] Mary: Oh, and Sybil, if I were you, I wouldn't tell Papa about being Mrs Branson. [They chuckle slightly and Sybil agrees with a shake of her head. She leaves and Mary takes a sip of tea.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT] Tom: But who are the Greys? And why does it matter that they're coming? [Sybil takes off her robe.] Sybil: The father, Lord Merton, is Mary's godfather, but Larry Grey used to be keen on me when we were young. Tom: Were you keen on him. Sybil: No, I don't think so. I can hardly remember, to be honest. [Sybil gets into bed and Tom puts his arm around her.] Tom: So, what are you saying? Sybil: Well, nothing, particularly. But we could run into Ripon and find some tails. We have the money. Tom: I won't spend more of that money. Sybil: All right. [Sybil takes Tom's hand and he looks at it.] Sybil: Please don't talk about Ireland all the time. [He looks at her.] Sybil: I just want to make things easier for you. Tom: For me or for you? Don't disappoint me, Sybil. Not now that we're here. [They regard each other for a moment, and then he leans down and they kiss. He kisses her forehead and they cuddle.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT] [Matthew and Mary linger.] Mary: Shall I order the car? Matthew: I don't think I can refuse a lift with Mother and then make the poor man go out again. [Matthew sits down.] Matthew: I'll walk. Mary: It might rain. Matthew: Then I'll get wet. [Mary chuckles and they smile at one another from across the room. Matthew holds out his hand to her.] Matthew: Now come and kiss me. [Mary takes a couple of steps towards him, then stops and folds her hands in front of her.] Mary: So, if they can't find Mr...Pillbox... [Matthew drops his hand and closes his eyes with a smile and a turn of his head.] Mary: What will you do with the money? Matthew: Pulbrook, and...they will find him. [Mary nods.] Mary: But if they don't. Matthew: Then...I'll decide what to do. Or we will. [Mary nods. Matthew thinks about it.] Matthew: Because I can't keep it. Mary: No. Of course not. [Matthew takes a casual sip of his drink and Mary stands there, somewhat stiffly.] [INT. CORA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Cora and Robert sit across from each other in their dressing gowns.] Cora: Why were you so heavily invested in one enterprise? Wasn't it foolish? Has some of my fortune been lost? Robert: Some...? [Robert shakes his head.] Robert: All. Or almost all. [Cora looks at Robert with pitying shock. Robert begins to cry. He leans forward on his hands and elbows.] Cora (whisper): Oh, my dear. [Cora watches him cry with pity and then crouches to her knees to comfort him.] Cora (whisper): How terrible for you. Robert: It's not so good for you. [Cora laughs.] Cora: Don't worry about me, I'm an American. I have gn, will travel. [Robert looks at her with encouragement.] Robert: Oh, thank God for you. [Robert kisses her hand.] Robert: Anyway. [He kisses her hand again, giving in to a few more tears before looking up.] Cora: You know what? [Cora looks up at him with a smile.] Cora: I'm glad we have a wedding to celebrate. Let's make sure it's a great day. If it's to be our last, let's make it a wonderful last. And enjoy our lovely home and the lovely people we spend our life among. [Cora and Robert embrace.] [INT. DOWNTON VILLAGE - DAY] [Tom walks toward the Grantham Arms and Matthew sees him in the street.] Matthew: A bit early for drowning your sorrows. Tom: I thought it might be better if I moved down to the pub. Matthew: You're not serious? Tom: I can't go through too many more dinners like last night. Matthew: You don't make it easy for them. You really think you can recruit Cousin Robert for Sinn Féin? [Tom chuckles with a shake of his head.] Tom: I don't know what gets into me. I can see them staring and I know they don't want me here. Matthew: Well, don't include me. Or Mary. Tom: She wasn't too keen on the idea of a chauffeur for a brother-in-law. Matthew: Forget that, she's a...pragmatist. [Matthew rolls his eyes.] TOM (nods) She could be a tough fighter, too. Matthew: Well, let's hope she's not tested. Now, forget this, and walk back. We're brothers-in-law with high-minded wives. We better stick together. [Tom grins as they walk off together.] [INT. PRISON - DAY] [A guard escorts Bates to his meeting with Anna.] [Bates hands Anna a letter.] Bates: It's all there. Friends - though there weren't too many - tradesmen, acquaintances. But I can't see what you'll get out of them. Anna: I do not believe, when Vera decided to kll herself, she never mentioned it to another living soul. Bates: We know she left no note. I wish to God she had. But why are you sure it was su1c1de and not mrder? Anna: Well, I know you didn't kll her. Then what's the alternative? A thief broke in, cooked an arsenic pie and forced her to eat it? It's not a very likely scenario. Bates: You can see why they convicted me. Anna: I'm going to write to everyone in the book, in case she said or, please God, wrote anything that could suggest a desire to die. Bates: But how long will it take? Anna: Why? Are you going somewhere? [Anna gives Bates a small, playful smile. He smiles back.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] Alfred: Should have gone into cooking. I used to watch them in the kitchens and I could pick it up in a [?]. Daisy: Why didn't you then? O'Brien: Oh, it's a hard ladder for a man. For every Escoffier monsieur [?], there's a thousand dogsbodies taking orders from a cross and red faced old woman. [Alfred chuckles. Mrs Patmore appears behind them.] Mrs Patmore: Er, who's this you're discussing? O'Brien: Hello, Mrs Patmore. I didn't see you standing there. Mrs Patmore: Obviously not. [Alfred smiles in amusement. Daisy and Mrs Patmore clear away the dishes from the table.] Alfred: Mum and Aunt Sarah thought I'd be better off as a butler? And so that's what I'm trying for. Daisy: I think you're right. I know I'd rather be giving the orders. [Daisy walks off with the tray.] Mrs Patmore: To a cross and red faced old woman. Yes, we know. [Mrs Patmore follows her out with another tray. Alfred pours O'Brien another cup of tea and she smiles at him.] [INT. LADY EDITH'S BEDROOM - EVENING] [Anna finishes Edith's hair.] Anna: There. Is that what you meant? Edith: Yes. Perfect. Slightly new, but not too different. We'll see if Sir Anthony notices. [Anna chuckles with a smile.] Edith: I know they all think he's too old for me, but he's not. Bates is older than you and you are as happy as lovebirds. Anna: Our situation is hardly ideal, but... Yes. We're very happy together. Edith: Which is all that matters. [Edith checks her appearance in the mirror.] Edith: As I keep telling them. [INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Thomas walks past O'Brien .] Thomas: I've no time to talk. O'Brien: His Lordship's not come up yet. [Thomas stops and turns to face her.] Thomas: Well? What is it? O'Brien: I was hoping you could help young Alfred to find his way about. Thomas: As a footman, you mean? O'Brien: As a valet. [Thomas raises his eyebrows and turns away. O'Brien follows.] O'Brien: He's looking after Mr Branson now. Though, I daresay, a chauffeur can dress himself. [Thomas stops to listen.] O'Brien: But you could tell him what he needs to know, give him an advantage. Thomas: Why? What's the rush? O'Brien: You've heard Mr Matthew has turned down Mr Molesley. Thomas: Blimey, you don't want much, do you? Can you remember what I had to go through to be a valet? O'Brien: (chuckles) Of course, I watched it, didn't I? Thomas: But young Alfred is to make the great leap in one bound? Well, I'm sorry, Miss O'Brien, but I'm not convinced, if you'll excuse me. [O'Brien is unhappy with his response as he enters Robert's dressing room.] [EXT. FRONT DOOR - EVENING] [The guests arrive in motor cars.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Matthew: It's infuriating. There's nothing he can do. Mary: I don't agree. I think it's feeble. He should will himself not to be ill and then collapse the next day. [Matthew sighs and gives Mary an amused look at her unreasonableness. She smiles at her own humour.] Mary: Whom will you ask instead? Matthew: I'm not sure. [Larry Grey speaks with Tom Branson in another part of the room.] Larry Grey: I've known Sybil all my life. So you can imagine how curious I was when I found out you'd be here tonight. I never thought we'd meet in person. Tom: As opposed to what? In spirit? [Larry considers the comment, then straightens up pompously.] Larry Grey: Well, you see, to us, in marrying you, it seemed like Sybil had left Downton Abbey forever. If you...know what I mean. [Larry gives an arrogant chuckle.] Tom: I know exactly what you mean. [Larry nods.] Larry Grey: Did they lose your suitcase on the way over? How maddening for you. Tom: No, my suitcase arrived safely, thank you. [Tom puts down his drink.] Tom: Along with my manners. [Tom walks away angrily. Violet sees him as she and Isobel enter.] Violet: He's still dressed as the man from the prudential, I see. [Violet takes a deep breath.] Isobel: Yes, it's nice to have someone from the real world, isn't it? [Isobel walks off and Violet purses her lips. Robert walks over to her.] Robert: Hello, Mamma. Can I tempt you to one of these new cocktails? Violet: No, no, I don't think so. They look too exciting for so early in the evening, don't you think so, Carson? Mr Carson: Better avoided, my lady. Violet: I don't think so. [Violet waves away the tray of drinks. Edith joins Isobel and Sir Anthony in another part of the room.] Isobel: What a pleasure it is to see you out and about, Sir Anthony. Sir Anthony: I want to say, "Can I be of any help?" but you don't seem to need any. Edith: He doesn't need help at all, do you? He won't let me do anything. Sir Anthony: Mustn't be a nuisance, you know? Isobel: Are you coming to the wedding? [Sir Anthony opens his mouth to answer, but Edith answers immediately.] Edith: Of course. Sir Anthony: Well...if you really want me. Edith: I do. I really do. [Edith smiles at him and he smiles back.] Sir Anthony: You look very nice. Have you done something jolly with your hair? [Edith's mouth opens in pleased surprise. Sir Anthony sees something behind her.] Sir Anthony: I say, what the devil? Edith: What is it? [Edith and Isobel turn to see Larry turning away from a small table.] Mr Carson: Dinner is served, Your Ladyship. [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] [Alfred enters shaking his head.] Daisy: How's it going? Alfred: Awkward. Mr Branson's well aware Lady Sybil doesn't like it much. [Alfred picks up the next dinner tray.] Alfred: I don't understand it. He's only had one cocktail. Daisy: Maybe he was drinking before he came down to calm his nerves. [Alfred sighs with a shake of his head and exits with the tray. Daisy and Mrs Patmore make significant looks.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Tom: No, I don't agree! And I don't care who knows it! [Sybil puts down her silverware, upset by Tom's behaviour.] Tom: Or that the Black and Tans are there to restore order, are they? Well, why don't they just mrder the entire population, and then you wouldn't hear a squeak out of any of them!? [Mary is also tense from Tom's awkward shouting.] Violet: Is there any way to shut him up? Robert: If I knew how to control him, he wouldn't be here in the first place. Cora: Are you interested in Irish politics, Lord Merton? Lord Merton: Well, I was only just saying that I thought-- Tom: He's interested in Irish repression! Like all of you. [Larry smiles, trying to hold in his laughter.] Matthew: Look, old chap, of course this stuff matters a great deal to you. Tom: Yes, it does matter. This stuff. [Mary looks over and sees Larry holding in another smile.] Tom: It matters a very great deal. Mary: What's so funny? Larry Grey: Nothing, I'm just enjoying this vivid display of Irish character. [Sir Anthony looks at Larry sharply.] Sybil: Please, Tom, we don't need to wear everyone out. Tom: Why? What's the matter? Am I not being polite enough? [Tom tosses his napkin on the table.] Sir Anthony: Well, wait a minute. This was down to you, wasn't it? [Larry furrows his eyebrows in confusion.] Larry Grey: I don't know what you mean. Sir Anthony: Yes, you do. I saw you. You put something in his drink, didn't you? Just before we came in. [Everyone looks at Larry.] Sybil: That's not true, is it, Larry? Edith: What a beastly thing to do. Larry Grey: Oh, come on, Edith. That's not like you. You could always take a joke. [Edith stares in surprise.] Mary: A bully's defence. [Larry turns to Mary and his smile drops.] Mary: Listen everyone, Mr Grey has given my brother-in-law something to make him appear drunk. Violet: Could it be drink? Mary: No, not drink. Some horrible pill. Sybil, take him upstairs. Robert: Il ne manque ça. [Sybil and Isobel fuss over helping Tom.] Cora: Tom has been the victim of a cruel prank, which I know you will all be kind enough to forget. Violet: Forgive, perhaps. Forget, never. Lord Merton: Is this true, Larry? Larry Grey: I don't know why you're getting so hot under the collar. He's only a grubby little chauffeur chap-- [Lord Merton, Matthew, and Robert all bolt out of their chairs in indignation.] Lord Merton: Be silent this instant, sir! [Larry stares wide-eyed at his father. Lord Merton turns calmly to Tom, who's slightly hunched over on the serving table with Sybil's support.] Lord Merton: I apologize for my son, Mr Branson. Unreservedly. I only hope you'll recover before the wedding. [Tom nods.] Matthew: I hope so, too. [Matthew steps over to Tom.] Matthew: Since I want him to be my best man. [Matthew claps Tom on the shoulder. Robert looks at Matthew in surprise as he's about to sit down, and Carson and Isobel's jaws drop. Isobel shortly recovers.] Isobel: Bravo! Well said! [Tom stares at Matthew and Sybil smiles.] Sybil: Do you really mean it? [Tom stares at Matthew with bright hopefulness in his eyes.] Tom: Honestly? Matthew: I've told you before, if we're mad enough to take on the Crawley girls, we have to stick together. [Mary beams happily.] Mary: Oh! Thank you, Matthew. Thank you so much. [Matthew smiles and Tom pats him on the arm as he hunches toward the door.] [EXT. FRONT DOOR - EVENING] Edith: That was rather marvellous of you...to expose Larry Grey like that. You saved the day, really. Sir Anthony: Oh, I wouldn't say that. Matthew saved the day. Edith: No, it was you. [Sir Anthony smiles modestly.] Edith: I do hope we'll be seeing a bit more of you once the wedding's over. Sir Anthony: Well, er... Edith: Wouldn't you like that? Sir Anthony: Oh, I should like that very much. Much more than I probably ought to. [Edith smiles.] Robert: Edith, let Sir Anthony go. [Robert calls to her from the doorway as another pair of guests leave. Sir Anthony turns around to look at Robert. Edith takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss his cheek. He smiles a bit, then puts on his hat and watches at her as she returns to the house.] Edith: Goodnight, Papa. [Sir Anthony's car drives away and Robert enters the house.] [INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT] Robert: Well, that's the last of them. Where are the others? Cora: They've gone to bed. Robert: So has Edith. And so should we. [Robert goes for a nightcap.] Robert: Golly. What a night for the county to feed off. Cora: But it was good of Matthew to show solidarity. Robert: I suppose so. We're going to need all the solidarity we can muster. [Robert takes a sip.] Cora: When will you tell the girls ? Robert: I think I should tell Mary now. Cora: No, not before the wedding, surely. Robert: I must. They're disagreeing about where they should live, so it'd be wrong for me to keep it from them. Then they can discuss it on the honeymoon and decide more sensibly. Do you think we should say something to your mother when she gets here? Cora: No. She'll go into state mourning and cast a pall over the whole proceedings. Robert: (chuckles) Thank God she missed tonight's drama or we'd never hear the end of it. Cora: Don't worry. She'll bring enough drama of her own. [Cora chuckles.] Robert: Mm. [Robert takes a drink.] [INT. PRISON, BATES'S CELL - NIGHT] [Bates looks over the pages Anna gave him.] Craig: Won't work, you know? And if you don't admit your guilt, they won't let you go when the time comes. Bates: How can I admit what isn't true? Craig: Why do you have to be so pious? [Bates shifts his head, but doesn't respond.] Craig: You're a touchy fellow, aren't you? Bates: Don't push me, Craig. Craig: Is that a warning? Bates: Yes. Yes, it is. [Bates glares over his shoulder.] Bates: I'm warning you. [Craig stares at Bates and Bates turns back to his desk.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - DAY] [Anna and the Crawley sisters look over Mary's new outfit.] Edith: I'm not sure about the hat. Is it supposed to look crooked? Sybil: Don't listen to her. I love it. You're not to change a thing. Mary: Anna? Anna: I think you look lovely, milady. [Mary smiles. There's a knock at the door and the ladies turn around.] Sybil: Stop. Wait. Who is it? [The door stops opening.] Robert: Your longsuffering papa. Mary: I suppose he can come in. [Robert enters and Mary holds out her hands for his opinion.] Robert: What's this for? Mary: Going away. [Mary twists so he can see the back.] Mary: How does it look? Robert: Expensive. [Edith smiles.] Mary: Twice the national debt, I'm afraid. [Robert chuckles.] Mary: But I know you don't mind. [Mary cringes hopefully/apologetically.] Robert: Can I have one moment alone to give Mary my blessing? Sybil: That's lovely. Shoo, everyone. [The other girls leave and Mary takes off her hat, then turns back to her father.] Mary: Go on. Bless me. [Mary raises her eyes to the heavens playfully.] Robert: Of course. [Robert steps forward.] Robert: But there's something I feel I ought to tell you first. I wanted to wait until you got back, but I don't believe I can. Mary: That sounds rather ominous. [EXT. DOWNTON VILLAGE - DAY] [Tom crosses the street.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, FRONT HALL - DAY] [Tom enters and takes off his hat.] Tom: Hello, Mr Molesley. I got a message to call on Mrs Crawley. Mr Molesley: Very good, sir. [Molesley bows. Tom walks toward the living room, but Molesley speaks up.] Mr Molesley: If you'd like to... [Molesley nods to Tom's hat.] Mr Molesley: ...give me your hat and coat, sir. [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - DAY] Violet: Are you going up to the house...to welcome the Queen of Sheeba? Isobel: Oh, I think so. Are you? Violet: No. I'll pay homage at dinner. Isobel: I've always admired the way Mrs Levinson is never overawed by the whole set up at Downton. Violet: Was Napoleon overawed by the Bourbons? [The door opens and Mr Molesley enters with Tom.] Violet: Oh. [They turn to face Tom.] Isobel: Come in, Tom. May I call you Tom? Tom: Of course. Good afternoon, milady. That is, Lady Grantham. I'm glad to find you here because...I want to apologize for last night. [Violet holds out a hand with a shake of her head, dismissing his apoloogy.] Isobel: Oh, there's no need. We know it was not your fault. Violet: You weren't the first drunk in that dining room, I can assure you. [Isobel chuckles and Tom smiles.] Tom: Only the first republican. Violet: Well, you've got me there. TOM (to Isobel) Why was it you wanted to see me? Isobel: We've asked Molesley to look out Matthew's old morning coat. He's confident he can make it fit. Tom: That's very kind, ladies, but you see, I don't approve of the costumes. I see them as the uniform of oppression, and I should be uncomfortable wearing them. Violet: Are you quite finished? [Tom looks at Violet, his polite pride fading to curiosity.] Tom: I have. Violet: Good. Please take off your coat. [Tom looks at Isobel for help, his mouth open in surprise, but her expression doesn't change.] Violet: Molesley, do help him. [Molesley steps up to Tom.] Mr Molesley: If you'll just slip it off, sir. [Tom gives up with a sigh and unbuttons his coat, clearing his throat. Molesley helps him out of it and picks up the morning coat.] Violet: Shouldn't he put the waistcoat on first? [Molesley helps Tom into the morning coat as Matthew enters.] Matthew: What's going on? Tom: They're forcing me into a morning coat. Matthew: He has no say in it? Violet: No, he doesn't, and nor do you. [Matthew raises an eyebrow and he and Tom look at each other. Molesley finishes adjusting the morning coat.] Violet: Well, what do you think, Molesley? Mr Molesley: It'll need lifting a little hem, milady. Violet: Mm-hmm. Mr Molesley: We'll move the buttons so. Violet: Well, I think the shoulders [Molesley inspects the shoulders with tilts of his head.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR - DAY] [A red motorcar arrives. The servants and family are lined up to greet it. Robert and Cora step forward to welcome Cora's mother. Alfred hands Mrs Levinson out of the motorcar.] Mrs Levinson: Come wr and peace, Downton still stands and the Crawleys are still in it. Cora. [Mrs. Levinson steps forward to hug her daughter.] Cora: Mother, how lovely to see you. Mrs Levinson: As long as it is. Robert, aren't you going to kiss me? [Cora steps back and Robert steps forward.] Robert: With the greatest enthusiasm. [Robert gives Mrs Levinson a kiss on the cheek. Robert looks at the red motorcar.] Robert: Tell me, where does this come from? Mrs Levinson: I hired it in Liverpool. Why? Robert: Well, I thought it might be a gift from the U.S. government to help get Britain back on its feet. [Mrs Hughes, Mr Carson, and Mrs Levinson chuckle. Mrs Levinson steps up to them.] Mrs Levinson: Carson and Mrs Hughes, the world has moved on since last we met. Mr Carson: And we have moved on with it, my lady. Mrs Levinson: Really? (chuckle) It seems so strange to think of the English embracing change. Mrs Hughes, this is my maid, Reed. [Reed and Mrs Hughes nod to each other, and Reed takes her place in the servant's line. Mrs Levinson turns to her grandchildren.] Mrs Levinson: Sybil, tell me all about the arrangements for the birth. [Mrs Levinson embraces Sybil lightly and receives a kiss.] Mrs Levinson: We do these things so much better in the States. [Mrs Levinson turns to the next girl.] Mrs Levinson: Edith, still no one special? [Edith smiles with a sigh and a shrug.] Mrs Levinson: Well, never mind. You must take a tip from the modern American girl. [Mrs Levinson proceeds to Mary.] Mrs Levinson: Ah, Mary. Dearest Mary. [Mrs Levinson lightly embraces Mary to receive a kiss.] Mrs Levinson: Now. You tell me all of your wedding plans and I'll see what I can do to improve them. [Mrs Levinson walks into the house. The family all exchange looks, recovering from the whirlwind American mother-in-law. Cora and Robert enter the house, the others following in order of rank.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [O'Brien looks at Daisy, who's sitting at the table pouting with her arms crossed.] O'Brien: What's the matter with you? [Reed enters.] Daisy: Mrs Patmore knows. Reed: Should I tell you Mrs Levinson's requirements during her stay? Daisy: No, tell her. Mrs Patmore: Er, yes. Miss Reed, how can I help? Reed: Well, to start with, I will need goat's milk in the mornings. Mrs Patmore: Goat's milk? Oh, fancy that. Reed: She drinks only boiled water. Mrs Patmore: Really? Reed: In England, that is. Anna: Shouldn't Daisy be doing this? Alfred: I ought to take the tea up. Mrs Patmore: Oh, I'll have it ready in a moment. [Mrs Patmore walks toward the kitchens. Daisy wathes with pursed lips, her arms still crossed.] Reed: No fats, no crab, and nothing from the marrow family. [Mrs Patmore walks out with Reed and Daisy's stiff demeanor fades into uncertainty.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Mrs Levinson: Do explain again how exactly you are related to all of us, Mr Crawley. [Matthew sighs with some amusement.] Matthew: Rather distantly, I'm afraid. [Tom places his hand over Sybil's affectionately and she smiles back at him.] Matthew: My great, great grandfather was a younger son of the third earl. [Isobel chuckles.] Mrs Levinson: My. Hm, I'm going to have to write that down so I can study it. Robert: Look at our page in Burke's. You'll find Matthew there. Mrs Levinson: Good, because I would so like to understand why he gets to inherit my late husband's money. Matthew: (chuckle) I know, it's funny isn't it? [Cora and Mary chuckle.] Mrs Levinson: Not everyone shares your sense of humour. Isobel: But surely it doesn't matter now that they're getting married. [Mrs Levinson tips her head up in acknowledgement.] Mary: In fact, we'd better turn him out, or it'll be bad luck for tomorrow. Cora: Quite right. [Matthew looks at his watch and stands. The gentlemen stand as Cora and Mary exit with him.] Mrs Levinson: You must be the chauffeur I've heard so much about. Tom: I am, ma'am. Sybil: Tom's a journalist now, Grandmamma. Mrs Levinson: Oh, well, well. I've heard of those journeys on my side of the water. It's very pleasant to hear of them happening here. [Robert looks less than pleased, but Tom and Sybil smile.] [INT. GREAT HALL - DAY] [Cora walks with Mary and Matthew.] Mary: It's all right, Mamma. You can leave us unchaperoned. After tomorrow, all things are permitted. [Cora chuckles with a blush.] Cora: Don't embarrass me. Bye Matthew. [She squeezes his arm on her way out.] Cora: Get a good night's sleep. [Mary and Matthew look around the hall.] Mary: How many moments of Crawley history has this room seen? Matthew: And many more to come. [Mary tenses.] Mary: I hope so. In fact, what happened in the search for...Mr Pumpkin... [Matthew looks down with an amused smile.] Mary: ...Swire's heir? Have you heard anything? Matthew: Yes. Charkham sent a telegram. I've got it here, actually. Mary: Oh. [Matthew hands her the telegram and she reads it.] Mary: "Convincing proof of Pulbrook's death. Stop. Investigating date." W--what does that mean? Matthew: Well, if Pulbrook died after Reggie, then his heirs get the money, but if he died first, then I do. [Mary's brow furrows.] Mary: But that's absurd. What right have his heirs to inherit anything? Matthew: Well, darling, what right have I? And frankly, what difference does it make? I shan't keep it if I get it. Mary: Well...actually, you will. [Matthew's brows furrow.] Mary: Because something rather terrible has happened. [Matthew steps toward her with curiosity.] Mary: You see...apparently Papa has lost a great deal of money. [Matthew looks suddenly toward the library and back at Mary.] Mary: Enough to ruin him. Enough for us to lose Downton. Matthew: Oh, God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Mary: Yes, but...surely, if Mr Pulbrook did die before Swire, then...we're saved. [Matthew's expression darkens.] Matthew: Darling, I don't think you understand. [Matthew steps away.] Matthew: Reggie Swire will have got me in his will because he believed I was his daughter's one true love. Mary: So you were. [Matthew jerks violently.] Matthew: Yes, but... [Matthew walks slowly back to Mary.] Matthew: But I broke Lavinia's heart and she died. He never knew that. [Mary stares at Matthew, mouth open, brows furrowed.] Matthew: How could I possibly allow myself to...profit from her death. To--to...dine in splendour, because I took away a woman's will to live. Mary: So, you're prepared to destroy us in payment for your destroying her? Matthew: Darling, please. You know I would do anything for this family. Mary: Anything except help us. [Matthew's expression darkens again. Mary becomes increasingly upset.] Mary: Except save Papa from living out the rest of his days in humiliation and grief. And what about us? What about our children? Oh, God, Matthew, how can you be so disappointing? [Mary breaks down in tears.] Matthew: Mary, please. Mary: No! [Mary backs away from Matthew's comfort.] Mary: Don't you see what this means? Don't you see what a difference this makes? It means that you're not on our side, Matthew. It means that deep down, you're not on our side! [Mary tosses the telegram angrily and runs upstairs in tears. Matthew puts a hand over his eyes for a moment, then he sees Edith on the stairs, witnessing the end of their argument. Matthew sighs.] [INT. PRISON - DAY] [Bates and Craig exit their cell with a guard escort. Anna meets with Bates in their usual room.] Anna: How are you getting on with your new companion? Bates: I don't like him, but so far I've kept it to myself. So...who are the bridesmaids? [Anna smiles.] Anna: You don't care about all that. Bates: You're wrong. It's the stuff of my dreams. [Bates smiles.] Bates: The panic that a dinner won't be ready, or a frock isn't ironed, or a gn wasn't cleaned. [Anna sighs with a smile.] Bates: Do you know where you're going for the honeymoon? Anna: Oh, I want to talk about that. They'll stay in London with Lady Rosamund for a couple of days just to get used to each other. [Anna lets out a small chuckle and they both smile at each other.] Anna: And then they go to the south of France. I'll hire a replacement in London, and then I'll come home instead. Lady Mary won't mind. I'll pay. Bates: Why would you do that? Anna: Well, to be near you, of course. Bates: Don't you understand? While I'm in here, you have to live my life as well as your own. Go to France, see some sights. Get us some memories. Anna: But I wouldn't be home for a month. Bates: But we'd have something to talk about. Go. I insist. [Anna studies Bates.] Bates: For my sake. [Anna considers his request.] [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [Violet enters with Carson.] Violet: I was so afraid I was going to be late. But th-- Ah-ha-ha. [Violet sees Mrs Levinson and they greet one another.] Mrs Levinson: Violet. [Violet opens her arms and embraces Violet, who stands there accepting it awkwardly. Mrs Levinson steps back with a smile, then looks at Violet's face.] Mrs Levinson: Oh, dear. [Violet's smile is frozen.] Mrs Levinson: I'm afraid the wr has made old women of us both. [Carson raises his eyebrows and exits.] Violet: Oh, I wouldn't say that. But then, I always keep out of the sun. How do you find Downton on your return? Mrs Levinson: Much the same, really. Probably too much the same, but then I don't want to cast a pall over all the happiness. Violet: How could you ever do that? [They start walking toward the drawing room.] Mrs Levinson: Tell me, what do you think of young Lochinvar who has so ably carried off our granddaughter and our money? Violet: Oh. Mrs Levinson: Do you approve of him? Violet: Not as much as you will, when you get to know him. Mrs Levinson: Hmm. Has he gone home to change? Violet: Oh, no. We won't see him again tonight. The groom never sees the bride the night before the wedding. Mrs Levinson: Ha. Nothing ever alters for you people, does it? Revolutions erupt and monarchies crash to the ground, and the groom still cannot see the bride before the wedding. Violet: You Americans never understand the importance of tradition. Mrs Levinson: Yes, we do. We just don't give it power over us. History and tradition took Europe into a world wr. Maybe you should think about letting go of its hand. [Mrs Levinson pats Violet's arms and walks off. Edith enters to find Violet staring after Cora's mother.] Edith: There you are. I see you've said hello to Grandmamma. Violet (whisper): She is like a homing pigeon. She finds our underbelly every time. Dreadful woman. [Violet walks to the drawing room.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Robert: No, it wasn't me. (to Mrs Levinson) Someone sent Sybil and Tom the price for the tickets to come over. [Mary is silent and tense from her fight with Matthew.] Sybil: Does it matter who it was? It meant we could be at the wedding. Of course, I wish it had been you, Papa, but I don't mind. I thank them, whoever they are. Cora: Well, I'm very glad you're here, but it wasn't me either, I'm sad to say. Mrs Levinson: Well, I love a mystery. Who could it be? Robert: My guess is Cousin Isobel. She always likes to stick her oar in. Sybil: I'm going to ask her. Violet: For heaven's sake, it was me. [Robert looks up in shock, putting down his spoon. Even Mary is shocked out of her nervous state, and Tom looks up in surprise.] Sybil: You? But it wasn't your writing. Violet: No. Smithers did it. Like all ladies' maids, she lives for intrigue. Tom: You wanted me to come here? Violet: I wanted Sybil and her husband to be here for Mary's wedding, yes. [Carson drops Tom's napkin on him with a grimace, for Tom to put in his lap.] Sybil: Why keep that secret? Violet: Silly, wasn't it? [Mary stares at the table, her brows furrowed.] Tom: I'm very touched. I'll admit it. Mrs Levinson: How democratic. Makes me think maybe I've been mistaken in you. Violet: I am a woman of many parts. After all, Branson is a me-- I mean, Tom. Ha. You're a member of the family now. [The corner of Tom's mouth turns up into a smile.] Violet: You'll find we Crawleys stick together. Mary: Not always. [Mary mopes.] Cora: Mary, what is it? Mary: Oh, nothing. It's just... [Mary can't hold it in. She leaves the table in tears. Tom and Robert stand and Violet reaches her hand out to Mary's retreating figure.] Violet: Oh, Mary, dear... [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] [Alfred enters.] Mrs Patmore: Oh, there you are. That's all for this course. [Mrs Patmore places a gravy boat on Alfred's serving tray.] Mrs Patmore: Don't you think, Daisy?! [Mrs Patmore shouts down the table where Daisy is sitting with pursed lips and arms crossed.] Alfred: Is Daisy all right, Mrs Patmore? Mrs Patmore: Oh, yes. She's been such a big help. Now, I think we should check the pudding, Daisy. Don't you agree?! [Daisy doesn't move.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Cora: It's nerves. Everyone cries at some point before their wedding. Mrs Levinson: But what was the quarrel about? Edith: I'm not sure. I know she accused him of not being on our side. Violet: Oh, well, I hope she's wrong. That could be rather serious. Robert: Of course he's on our side. It's ridiculous. I'll go and see him. Tom: No, I'll go. [Robert looks at Tom in unpleasant surprise.] Tom: I'm his best man. I should be the one to go. Robert: What? Tom: I know what it is to marry into this family. I'm not comparing myself to Mr Crawley, but he is another kind of outsider. Robert: Well, I hardly-- Mrs Levinson: Well, why not? He's the one that will lose his job if the wedding's cancelled. [Robert and Tom regard each other for a moment, then they leave the subject.] [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] [Daisy approaches Mrs Patmore proudly.] Daisy: I see what you're doing, you know. Mrs Patmore: What's that then? Daisy: Not responding to my protest. Mrs Patmore: Oh, "Not responding to my protest". Very elegant, I must say. [Mrs Patmore turns to Daisy with a hand on her hip.] Mrs Patmore: Who've you been talking to? Thomas? [Daisy is caught with no response.] Daisy: Well... [Mrs Patmore tilts her head, waiting for an answer.] Daisy: Oh, just give me the cloth and I'll dry. [Mrs Patmore tosses Daisy the cloth in victory.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mary cries as Anna brushes her hair.] Anna: But suppose he never gets the money. Mary: It's not about the money. It's that he won't save Papa when he could. Anna: But he has to be true to himself. Mary: Well, that's the point. He puts himself above the rest of us. Don't you see? Anna: What I see is a good man, milady. [Mary looks up at Anna in the mirror, listening wholeheartedly.] Anna: And they're not like buses. There won't be another one along in ten minutes time. [Anna puts the hair brush down and goes about her business while Mary thinks over what she said.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - NIGHT] [Tom and Matthew have a drink in the living room.] Tom: It seems big, but it's not big. Matthew: And if it happens? I get the money? I can't do what she wants. Tom: It's strange for me to be arguing about inherited money and saving estates when the old me would like to put a b*mb under the lot of you. [Tom and Matthew both smile in amusement.] Matthew: But? Tom: But you're meant to be together. [Matthew smiles a little.] Tom: I've known that as long as I've been at the house. And at first this kept you apart, and then that kept you apart... [Matthew looks upwards, remembering.] Tom: But please don't risk it a third time. Because I'll tell you this: you won't be happy with anyone else while Lady Mary walks the earth. [Matthew closes his eyes at Tom's social faux pas.] Matthew: Call her Mary, please. Tom: Never mind what I call her. I know what I'll call you if you let this chance slip through your fingers. [Matthew chuckles and smiles at Tom.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Someone knocks at Mary's door as she's sitting on the bed in her nightgown. She stares at it and Anna goes to it slowly. Anna opens the door to find Matthew at the door, Tom behind him. Anna looks back at Mary.] Matthew: I just need a word. [Mary stands up at Matthew's voice.] Mary: No. Go away. I'm undressed, you can't come in. Matthew: One word. Come to the door. Tom: Please. Just give him this chance. [Mary walks toward the door at the sound of Tom's voice.] Matthew: I won't look at you. Anna: It'd be unlucky if you did. Mary: Only if we were getting married. Matthew: Which we are. [Anna looks at Mary and asks with a tilt of her head. Mary nods that she'll talk with Matthew and Anna leaves with a smile. Matthew looks back and Tom, who gives him an encouraging smile, and Tom and Anna both disappear.] Matthew: My darling, I refuse to quarrel about something that hasn't happened and probably never will. Mary: That's what Anna says. Matthew: And she's right. My darling, I'm sure we will fight about...money...and about Downton...about how to rear our children, about any number of other things. Mary: Then shouldn't we accept it? Matthew...I've been thinking...and I'm not angry now. Truly, I'm not. But if we can disagree over something as fundamental as this, then...shouldn't we be brave and back away now? Matthew: No. Mary: It's not because you're afraid of calling it off, because I'm not. Matthew: No... [Matthew takes a breath trying to form the words.] Matthew: It's because of something Tom said. [Mary's eyebrows furrow as she waits for his answer.] Matthew: That I would never be happy with anyone else as long as you walked the earth. Which is true. And...I think you feel the same about me. [Mary thinks about it and raises her eyebrows when she realises the truth.] Matthew: Can I kiss you? [Mary turns her head in surprise.] Matthew: 'Cause I need to. [Mary smiles.] Matthew: Very much. Mary: No. It's bad luck to look at me. Matthew: What about if I close my eyes and you do too. [Mary thinks about it for a moment.] Mary: All right. But you mustn't cheat. [Mary waits for Matthew to step around the open door. He steps inside with a smile and she feels her way forward with a hand on his chest. Her hand slides to his face and they kiss. When they pull apart, Mary opens her eyes. They both smile, though Matthew's eyes are still closed. Mary stands there with her hand on his chest and closes her eyes again.] Matthew: Goodnight. [They both smile again and Matthew steps backward out of her room. Mary opens her eyes and looks at the floor dreamily.] [INT. GREAT HALL - MORNING] [Tom descends the stairs in full morning coat apparel. He encounters Robert in the hall.] Tom: Right. I'm off to collect Matthew. Robert: You look very smart. Tom: I hope so. Because I'm extremely uncomfortable. [Tom chuckles with a smile as he fidget with his sleeve. He begins to head out again.] Robert: Branson. [Tom stops. Robert exhales.] Robert: That is...Tom. [Tom walks back toward Robert.] Robert: I want to thank you for what you did last night. I'm grateful. I mean it. Tom: We're both strong characters. I'd say we have plenty of slamming doors and shouting matches to come. [Robert is aghast for a moment, then he recovers himself with a sigh.] Robert: Forgive me, I was about to be indignant, but of course, you have a perfect right to speak as you do. Tom: I hope you mean that, too. Robert: I do. Now, hurry up. [They smile at each other and Tom exits.] [INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - MORNING] [Anna finishes up Mary's hair with a laurel tiara.] Cora: You'd ask, wouldn't you, if there was anything you wanted me to tell you. I mean, I'm sure you know. Mary: More than you did. [Cora exhales.] Mary: And relax. There isn't anything I need to hear now. Cora: Because when two people love each other, you understand, everything... [Sybil raises her eyebrows, waiting for their mother's response.] Cora: Is the most terrific fun. [Sybil laughs.] Mary: Careful, Mamma, or you'll shock Anna. Anna: I'm a married woman now, milady. [The married ladies chuckle.] Edith: I think we should go. Sybil: What about Anna? How are you going to get to the church? Anna: They're waiting for me in the wagonette. I'll see you there. [Anna steps back and Mary turns around on her chair. Sybil kneels down in front of her.] Sybil: I know mine was a wild runaway marriage, darling, and yours is the one everyone wanted, but what's so thrilling is that this is every bit as romantic. Mary: Thank you. For always being so sweet. [They kiss each other on the cheek and Sybil stands back. Mary stands and Edith faces her.] Edith: Love and position in one handsome package. Who could ask for more? [Mary exhales and gives Cora a sidelong look as Edith leaves with Sybil. Mary faces Cora.] Cora: Never mind Edith. Well... [Cora steps up to Mary.] Cora: Very, very good luck my beautiful daughter. [Cora squeezes Mary's hands and leaves. Anna steps forward and unties the robe over Mary's wedding gown.] [INT/EXT. FRONT DOOR - MORNING] [Mrs Hughes brings the flower girls to their motorcar.] Mrs Hughes: Now, you've a great big motorcar all to yourselves. Just think of that. So we'll expect you to behave as if you were quite grown up. You can do that, can't you? [One of the flower girls runs over to O'Brien.] O'Brien: Have you got everything you need? FLOWER GIRL Yes. O'Brien: [?] then. Careful of your dress. [O'Brien opens the car door for the girl. The girls giggle as they sit together.] O'Brien: Settle down. Mrs Hughes: All right? [Alfred closes the car door on the other side and leans in the window.] Alfred: Don't do anything I wouldn't do. FLOWER GIRLS We won't. MRS HUGHES. Buh-bye. Alfred: [?] [The motorcar drives off. A large horse drawn carriage pulls up to the front door.] [INT. KITCHENS - MORNING] [Daisy and Mrs Patmore are busy arranging a beautiful array of appetisers.] Mrs Hughes: Have you got everything you need? Mrs Patmore: We do. Now, be off with you and enjoy yourself. [Mrs Hughes leaves.] Daisy: I wish we were going. Mrs Patmore: And who would get the food ready for when they come back? But still, fetch your coat, and we'll see her off. [Daisy smiles and they exit.] [INT. GREAT HALL - MORNING] [The family walks toward the front door, Edith and Sybil arm in arm.] Robert: Right. See you in a minute. [Sybil and Edith smile at Robert as they follow their mother out.] Sybil: And so should you. [Carson enters.] Mr Carson: They just leaving now, my lord, as soon as we've got Anna. Robert: Ah. [Anna calls down the stairs.] Anna: Here comes the bride. [Robert and Carson look up as Anna descends with a bouquet. Mary walks down, her veil flowing out behind her. Robert and Carson's jaws drop at the sight of her and step forward.] Mary: Will I do, Carson? [Mary smiles. Carson looks at her in awe with tears in his eyes.] Mr Carson: Very nicely, my lady. [Mary steps down to the hall and her father meets her.] Robert: Thank heavens you got everything settled. You had me worried. Mary: It's not quite settled, I'm afraid. He won't get off that easily. Robert: But you're happy? Mary: I am. [Robert nods.] Mary: And what about you? [Robert takes a breath before he speaks.] Robert: I'm so happy...so very happy, I feel my chest will explode. [Robert kisses Mary's cheek with tears in his eyes. He offers her his arm and they walk toward the front door together.] [INT. DOWNTON CHURCH - MORNING] [Edith finds Sir Anthony.] Edith: It's so lovely that you're here. Come behind us. Sir Anthony: I can't, I'm not family. Edith: Well, you almost are. [Anthony scoffs and allows Edith to lead him to his seat. Matthew and Tom arrive and hand their hats to a servant.] Matthew: Morning. Thank you. Tom: Thank you. [Matthew addresses Molesley in a back row.] Matthew: Molesley. [Molesley stands and O'Brien watches them.] Matthew: I'm very grateful to you for keeping Mr Branson up to the mark. We both are, aren't we? Tom: We certainly are. MOLESLEY Thank you, sir. [Tom and Matthew walk toward the altar and Molesley catches O'Brien's eye. He smiles at her, but she turns away. Mrs Hughes and Mr Carson sit in a pew together.] Mr Carson: This is a proud day, Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: I don't know if I'm proud, but I'm very glad you're happy, Mr Carson. [Cora leans over to Edith.] Cora: You're next, darling, you'll see. Edith: Will I? [Cora smiles and takes Edith's hand. Cora and Mrs Levinson sit together.] Violet: It's so encouraging to see the future unfurl. [Mrs Levinson looks over at Violet coolly.] Mrs Levinson: As long as you remember it will bear no resemblance to the past. [EXT. DOWNTON VILLAGE - MORNING] [Church bells chime and the villagers wave flags and cheer as Lady Mary's carriage drives toward the church. They follow it to the gate and continue cheering as Robert and Mary step out. Matthew and Tom hear the crowd's cheers as they sit in the front pew. They look at each other and smile. The organ starts and Tom leans over just as everyone stands.] Tom: Good luck. [Tom and Matthew face the altar as Robert walks Mary down the aisle. Matthew peeks around his shoulder to see Mary smiling at him. He returns the smile. Robert leads Mary to the altar and steps back. Matthew leans over.] Matthew: You came. To be honest, I wasn't completely sure you would. Mary: I'm glad to hear it. I should hate to be predictable. [They begin to chuckle.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "03x01 - Episode One"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY] [Mary and Matthew drive towards Downton.] Lady Mary: Who will groan first when they see it, Granny or Papa? Matthew Crawley: (chuckles) I should think they'll howl at the moon in unison. [Mary laughs.] [EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR - DAY] [Matthew drives the car up to the front door. Robert, Cora, Edith, and Alfred come out to greet them.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: (chuckles) What in god's name is this? Well, I never. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Where did this come from? Matthew: I ordered it on the way through in London, picked it up on the way back. It's an AC. Robert: Well, at least it's English. [Cora greets Mary.] Cora: Welcome (kiss) back, my darling. [Robert shakes hands with Matthew.] Robert: How was the honeymoon? Matthew: My eyes have been opened. Robert: Don't I know it. Now come on in. Mary: Did Anna get back all right? Cora: She did. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [Thomas enters.] Thomas Barrow: Who's that for? And why're you doing it down here? [Alfred has a shirt spread out on the dining table.] Alfred Nugent: It's for Mr Matthew. It was creased and I brought it down to iron. Thomas: You're never looking after him. What about Mr Molesley? Anna Bates: He's staying on at Crawley House. Thomas: Then why wasn't I asked? Sarah O'Brien: Mr Carson thought it best. Thomas: Did he, indeed? I wonder how that came about. And if you are learning how to do your job, you should never open a shirt in a room like this where it might be marked, let alone put studs in it. Do that in a dressing room and nowhere else. Alfred: Thank you. O'Brien: Yes, thank you, Thomas. For always trying to be so very helpful. [Dinner gong rings.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Martha Levinson: So, how did you enjoy the south of France? Mary: It was lovely. But almost too hot even now. Martha Levinson: I think it's such a shame they close things up during the summer. I love the sun. Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: So we can see. Mary: Though you couldn't be in Cannes for the summer. No one could bear it. Martha Levinson: I could. [Mary raises her eyebrows.] Violet (aside to Robert): Just how long is she here for? Robert (aside to Violet): Who knows. Violet (aside to Robert): No guest should be admitted without the date of their departure settled. Robert (aside to Violet): You won't get any argument from me. Violet: Humph. Isobel Crawley: There's a hideous pile of post, I'm afraid. I put it on the hall table. Don't look at it tonight. [Matthew smiles.] Mary: What have you been up to? Isobel: As a matter of fact, I've found myself a new occupation. But I'm afraid Cousin Violet doesn't think it's quite appropriate. Violet: Can we talk about it afterwards? Martha Levinson: Are there still forbidden subjects in 1920? (chuckles) I can't believe this. [Mary has a frozen smile on her face.] Violet: I speak of taste rather than law. Martha Levinson: Well, it's not my taste. What about you, Cora? Cora: I agree with Mama. Some subjects are not suitable for every ear. Martha Levinson: Oh. Pas devant les domestiques? Ha. Come on, my dear. Carson and Alfred know more about life than we ever will. [Carson's mouth opens.] Robert (aside to Violet): Can't we stop this? Violet (aside to Robert): How? It's like a runaway train. [Mrs Levinson is the last to put down her silverware.] Cora: Shall we go through? [Everyone rises from the table.] Mary: What about poor old Strallan? Have you seen anything of him? Lady Edith: I don't know why you call him poor or old when he's neither. [Mary looks away with raised eyebrows. The ladies leave. Violet lingers to have a word with Robert.] Violet: Isn't it dangerous to let this Strallan nonsense simmer on? Robert: Well, to be fair, I don't think it's coming from him. Violet: Then ask him to end it. It'll be more effective than if we try. [INT. KITCHEN - EVENING] [Alfred returns to the kitchens.] Mrs Patmore: Oh, she ate it, then? I'm never sure about Americans and offal. Alfred: I think she'd eat whatever you put in front of her, that one. What a gob. I thought Mr Carson was gonna put a bag over her head. [Alfred turns around and Martha Levinson's maid is standing there.] Alfred: Oops. Reed: Mrs Levinson knows you make fun of her. But she makes fun of you. [Reed smiles.] Mrs Patmore: Then we're all square, aren't we? [Daisy crouches at the oven.] Daisy Mason: The chimney isn't drawing properly. This oven's not hot enough. Mrs Patmore: Oh, a bad workman always blames his tools. Mrs Hughes: Oh, you're busy. Mrs Patmore: No, I'm not. Well, we're eating in half an hour, but it's all done. Mrs Hughes: Well, if you could spare a minute. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [Matthew and Robert smoke and drink together.] Matthew: This is very good. I hope you didn't open it for me. Robert: Certainly I did. To welcome you into this house as my son. I can't tell you how glad it makes me. Matthew: Robert, I want us always to feel we can be honest with each other. Robert: Of course. Matthew: Because Mary's told me about your present difficulties. [Robert sighs for a moment.] Robert: She was right. Losing Downton will affect you both more than anyone. Matthew: I wonder if she's told you about the will of Lavinia's father. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Mary and Violet speak together in one part of the room.] Violet: Well, yes. Your father told me all about it. But I cannot understand why so much money was put into one company. Mary: I couldn't agree more. Violet: Now we're to be turned out of Downton. Even Lloyd George can't want that. Mary: I'm not sure he's a good example. Violet: The point is, have we overlooked something? You know, some source of revenue previously untapped? If only we had some coal, or gravel, or tin. Mary: Well, I can think of someone who's got plenty of tin. [Mrs Levinson speaks with Cora, Isobel, and Edith in another part of the room.] Martha Levinson: So, you help women who have…fallen over. Isobel: Not quite. Cora: Cousin Isobel helps women who've had to degrade themselves to survive. There's a centre in York. Martha Levinson: Oh, no addresses, please, or Alfred will be making notes. [Martha winks at Alfred as he serves them tea. Alfred smiles in amusement, but Carson gives him a sharp look.] Martha Levinson: So what do you do for these women? Isobel: Well, first we like to send them away...to rest. Martha Levinson: I should think they'd need it. [Edith bats her eyelashes, trying to maintain her composure.] Isobel: And then we try to find them alternative employment. Cora: The wr destroyed many households. In thousands of families, the bread winners are dad. Martha Levinson: So, you want me to contribute? Cora: You don't have to give money after every conversation, Mother. Martha Levinson: No? Isn't that what they English expect of rich Americans? [Mary and Violet exchange a look.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Robert: But why can't you benefit from the will? You've done nothing wrong. Matthew: When Swire made it, he didn't know I'd broken his daughter's heart. It was to reward my fidelity when, in fact, I'd betrayed her. If I kept that money, I would be no better than a common criminal. Robert: I see. Well, if that's how you feel, then there's no more to be said. [Anna enters, then freezes.] Anna: I'm ever so sorry, milord. I thought you were out of here. Robert: Yes, we should be. Please, we're going now. [Matthew and Robert down their drinks and leave the room.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING] [Mrs Hughes refastens her blouse.] Mrs Patmore: It's a lump, alright. There's no point in dithering about that. What are you going to do about it? Mrs Hughes: Don't know. [Mrs Patmore puffs out her breath.] Mrs Patmore: Well, I do know. Tomorrow you'll make an appointment with the doctor and we'll see what he's got to say. Mrs Hughes: But what if it's— Mrs Patmore: Ahp! [Mrs Patmore puts up a hand.] Mrs Patmore: If it is, and I'm not saying it is, it's best to know now. [Mrs Hughes nods.] Mrs Hughes: I suppose so. [Mrs Hughes starts to cry and Mrs Patmore pats her arm.] Mrs Patmore: Now, look. You'll not be alone for a minute if you don't want to be. But we have to get it seen to. Mrs Hughes: And then there's expense. Mrs Patmore: Well, if you must pay money, better to a doctor than to an undertaker. Mrs Hughes: (chuckle) If that's an example of your bedside manner, Mrs Patmore, I think I'd sooner face it alone. [INT. MARY AND MATTHEW'S BEDROOM - MORNING] [Anna brings in a breakfast tray while Mary and Matthew are still cuddling in the dark.] Matthew: It seems rather shocking for Anna to have to find me en déshabille. [Mary chuckles. Anna opens the curtains.] Anna: I'm made of stout stuff, sir. Don't worry about that. Mary: Are you seeing Bates today? Anna: I am. And I can't wait. Mary: Well, give him our best wishes. [Anna leaves.] Matthew: I'm sorry, it still seems odd to be found in your bed. [Mary turns to Matthew.] Mary: But very nice. Matthew: Oh, as nice as nice can be. [They kiss and go back to cuddling.] Matthew: I'm going to see Jarvis today and find out what houses are available. Mary: Do you have to when these are our last days here? I thought something might have turned up when we were away, but it seems it hasn't. Matthew: Would you rather wait until we have to go and found a new house then? [Mary sits up on her elbow and looks at him.] Mary: After all, darling, you're the one who's pushing us out. [They kiss.] [EXT. LONDON, ALLEY - DAY] [prosttute solicit men in the alley. Isobel enters the alley. One of the women is Ethel. Ethel recognizes Isobel as she walks past her spot, and Ethel shrinks behind a column. Isobel passes, then slows to a stop. She turns sharply, having remembered Ethel, but Ethel is gone.] prosttute: Good evening, sir. [INT. SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN'S HOUSE - DAY] Sir Anthony Strallan: But Mary's only just got back from honeymoon. It's a family time. Edith: But you are— Strallan: Please, stop saying I'm family when I'm not. I'll be there for the big dinner next week. [Edith stands there with a wounded look on her face.] Strallan: What is it? Edith: I know you don't mean to hurt me, but— Strallan: Of course I don't. It's the last thing I'd ever wish to do. Edith: Then why do you shove me away? Strallan: I don't want to. Not at all. But— Edith: If you're going to talk about your wretched arm again, I won't listen. Strallan: It's not just my arm. I'm too old for you. You need a young chap with his life ahead of him. Edith: But your life's ahead of you. Strallan: Oh, my dear, if only you knew how much I'd like to believe that. Edith: Then it's settled. You're not going to push me away anymore. Are you are coming for dinner tonight. [Strallan's mouth twitches into a smile.] Edith: That's all there is to it. [INT. PRISON - DAY] [Anna enters the prison. She sits across from Bates.] John Bates: How did you get on with Vera's book? Anna: I had a few answers waiting for me when I got back and two returned address unknown. Bates: Who from? Anna: Let me see. One was...a Mr Harlip, I think, and the other was... Mrs Bartlett, I think. Bates: Well, Harlip doesn't matter. He was a cousin in the north, she never saw him. But Mrs Bartlett's a shame. She lived around the corner, she was very friendly with Vera. Anna: I'll find her. Don't worry. Bates: Tell me about France. Did you eat frog's legs and dance the cancan? Anna: No. But I bought a garter. [Bates and Anna grin at each other.] [INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, DR CLARKSON'S OFFICE - MORNING] [Dr Clarkson finishes washing his hands.] Dr Clarkson: You have no other symptoms? Mrs Hughes: Not that I'm aware of. Dr Clarkson: You're not feeling ill or tired? Mrs Hughes: I can't swear to not feeling tired, but nothing out of the ordinary. Dr Clarkson: Very well. I'm just going to conduct a preliminary examination. Mrs Patmore: Do you mind if I stay? Dr Clarkson: I should prefer it. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] [Thomas sees Alfred walking down the corridor with something.] Thomas: What've you got there? Alfred: Mr Matthew's tailcoat. What do you think that is? [Alfred points out something on the coat.] Thomas: Mm. Hard to say. Alfred: I've tried it with all the usual things, but I can't shift it. Thomas: I'll give you a tip if you like. Alfred: Would you? Really? Thomas: (nods) But keep it to yourself. Don't want to give away all my secrets. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [Violet enters to find Mary sitting alone reading a fashion magazine.] Violet: Oh, there you are, my dear. Mary: Good morning, Granny. Violet: I've been looking for you. Now, I want to know if we're serious... [Violet sits down and Mary tilts her head in curiosity.] Violet: ...about getting that woman, about asking your other grandmother to come to our aid. Mary: Well, she's made of money, and there's only Mama and Uncle Harold to share it when she's gone. Violet: We can't wait that long. She looks as if she'll bury us all. No, we must act now. We must make her feel it is her duty to save Downton. Mary: But how? What can we do? Violet: Well, get her to sense its value. Of its vital role in the area. You're her granddaughter. This will be your house if it survives. Surely you can make something of that if she has a heart at all. Mary: Well, come for tea this afternoon. Violet: Then we can begin. [Mary nods.] [INT. HOSPITAL - DAY] [Mrs Hughes buttons up her coat.] Dr Clarkson: Believe me, there are several stages to go through before there's any cause for despair. Mrs Hughes: Well, what stages? [Mrs Hughes sits down.] Dr Clarkson: When you come back in a day or two, I'll remove some fluid from the cist. With any luck, it'll be clear and that will be that. Mrs Patmore: How will you do it? Dr Clarkson: With a syringe. Mrs Patmore: Will it hurt? Mrs Hughes: Since he has to do it whether it hurts or not, I don't see the point of that question. What I want to know is, what happens if the fluid is not clear? Dr Clarkson: It'll be sent away for analysis. Mrs Hughes: Because it may be...cancer? Dr Clarkson: It may be cancer, but...I am fairly certain it is not. Mrs Patmore: There you are. It's very, very unlikely, isn't it, Doctor? Mrs Hughes: If the doctor treats me like an adult, Mrs Patmore, why do you insist on treating me like a child? [Mrs Patmore shifts uncomfortably.] [INT. KITCHEN - DAY] [Alfred enters as the kitchen maids go about their duties. Daisy pokes at the stove.] Daisy: Does this seem slow to you? Alfred: Not really. [Reed enters.] Reed: Mrs Levinson is going to the Dower House with the others for tea. [Reed stops when she sees Alfred walking out with a smile as he looks at the floor. Reed: I think he likes me. Daisy: He's being friendly, that's all. [Reed rolls her eyes and exits.] [INT.] [Mary enters as Matthew sits at the desk.] Mary: Are you all right? You seem to have been slaving away for hours. Matthew: (sigh) I want to up to date with it all before I go back into the office. Mary: Anything from Mr Swire's lawyer? [Matthew pulls out a letter from the stack of post.] Matthew: You can read it if you like. [Mary reads it and Matthew sighs again.] Mary: So you are definitely Reggie's heir. Matthew: Looks like it. But if they have to get a death certificate out of the Indian authorities, it won't all be settled by Tuesday. Mary: Good. Matthew: Why is it good? Mary: The delay may give you time to change your mind. [Matthew makes a worn down expression.] Matthew: Stop punishing me, Mary, please. If I accepted the legacy, I would be...taking money under false pretences. I'd be stealing. Your father understands, now why can't you? Mary: I don't think he understands at all. He just doesn't want to beg. Anyway, I'm off to Granny's for tea. I'll see you later. [Matthew stands up and takes Mary's hand, trying to heal the breach.] Matthew: I do love you so terribly much. Mary: Yes. I know you do. [Mary leaves and Matthew is pensive.] [INT. DOWER HOUSE - DAY] Cora: So what's Harold doing now? Martha Levinson: His idée fixe is yachts. Bigger yachts, faster yacht... [Martha waves her hand.] Martha Levinson: ...something with yachts. Cora: Is he happy? Martha Levinson: He's much too busy to find out. Violet: It always seems so strange to me that Cora has a brother. Martha Levinson: Why? Cora: You know how things work here, Mother. If there's a boy, the daughters don't get anything. Violet: There's no such thing as an English heiress with a brother. Why do we never see him? Martha Levinson: Oh, Harold hates to leave America. Violet: (chuckles) Curious. He hates to leave America. I should hate to go there. Mary: You don't mean that, Granny, when we're both so drawn to America. [Violet's expression becomes slightly awkward as she takes Mary's hint.] Violet: Indeed, indeed we are. Never more than now, when the bond between the Crawleys and the Levinsons is so strong. Cora: That's nice...if you mean it, Mama. [Cora tilts her head dubiously, regarding Violet.] Violet: I do. It is marvellous the way our families support each other. Martha Levinson: You mean, you needed the Levinson cash to keep the Crawleys on top. Mary: I'm not sure we'd put it that way. Violet: I'm quite sure we would not. [Cora looks between Mary and Violet, trying to read their intentions.] Mary: But I hope you do feel that Mama's fortune has been well spent in shoring up an ancient family. Martha Levinson: (chuckles) Nah, you got to spend it on something. [INT. MATTHEW CRAWLEY'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] [Alfred helps Matthew into his tails. Matthew notices something on the coat.] Matthew: What happened here? Alfred: I...I just... [Matthew turns to face Alfred. Alfred takes a step backward and drops his eyes to the ground, his hands clasped behind his back.] Matthew: You just what? Alfred: There was a mark in it. Matthew: Well, I know there was a mark in it, but you didn't need to burn it away. (chuckles) What have you done? Well, I'll—I'll go down in my dinner jacket. You can send it to my tailor in London in the morning. [Matthew takes off the coat and sees Alfred's expression when he hands it over.] Matthew: Come on, nobody's died. Just find the dinner jacket. [Alfred nods.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] Mr Carson: Mrs Hughes! There don't seem to be any glasses laid for the pudding wine. Mrs Hughes: Oh, are they having one tonight? Mr Carson: It's on the menus. I don't write them for my own amusement. Mrs Hughes: No, I daresay not. Mr Carson: Mrs Hughes, I am trying, and so far failing, to persuade His Lordship to bring the staff levels back up to snuff. But until he does, it is vital that you pull your weight! [Carson walks off in a huff. Mrs Hughes is clearly still distracted. She's pensive for a moment longer, and then heaves a big sigh.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] Martha Levinson: Newport's not a jungle, not at all. But it is a little less formal. Violet: Well, Matthew obviously wants you to feel at home in his play clothes. Matthew:(chuckles) Don't blame me for this. I'm afraid Alfred and I had a bit of a disaster earlier. Cora: Why? What happened? Matthew: Somehow the poor chap managed to burn a hole in my tails. [Alfred is upset by the reference to his mistake.] Matthew: But don't worry, it can be mended. [Carson looks up at Alfred in shock, lifting the serving dish he's holding without thinking, just as Robert is trying to serve himself from the tray.] Robert: Careful, Carson. Steady the [?]. [Carson leans back down.] Mr Carson: Beg pardon, my lord. Strallan: I rather like dinner jackets. And I agree with you, sometimes it's nice to be informal. Edith: Especially when a couple is alone. [Strallan tilts his head down at Edith, catching her hint. Violet and Robert exchanged displeased looks.] Mary: But people like us should lead the fight to keep tradition going. Isobel: If you mean we can never change, I can't agree to that. Cora: Nor me. I think accepting change is quite as important as defending the past. Mary: But the role of houses like Downton is to protect tradition. That's why they're so important to maintain. Violet: Don't you agree, Mrs Levinson? We must do everything in our power to keep houses like Downton going. Martha Levinson: Sure, if you think it's worth it. So, who's coming to dinner next week? [Mary looks at Violet and raises her eyebrows at Martha's indifferent reply.] Cora: Some locals. We thought you'd like to see Downton on parade. Mary: That's right, Grandmamma. I'm glad we've planned a dinner. We can show you the real point of Downton. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL – EVENING] [Carson and Alfred enter as the other servants are preparing for their dinner.] Alfred: I don't know what to say, Mr Carson. O'Brien: What's going on here? Mr Carson: Alfred has embarrassed the family. He forced Mr Matthew to appear downstairs improperly dressed. O'Brien: Oh! You make it sound quite exciting. Mr Carson: I will not tolerate vulgarity, thank you, Miss O'Brien. Anna: I'm sure Alfred didn't mean to, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: Humph. [Mr Carson exits.] Alfred: I asked Thomas [?]-- Thomas: Oi, what's this? Alfred: The stuff you gave me to clean the tails brned a hole in them. Thomas: No such thing. I gave you some soda crystals, that's all. If you used them wrongly, it's not my fault. This is what comes of making him run before he could walk. [O'Brien looks closely at Thomas. He sits down stiffly, feigning innocence.] [INT. LIBRARY - EVENING] [Robert and Strallan talk alone.] Strallan: If you want me to stay away from her, of course I will. Robert: I know it sounds harsh. Strallan: Please, Robert, I understand completely. Lady Edith is your daughter and you don't want her involved with some cripple who's far too old. Robert: Now you're the one who's harsh. Strallan: The trouble is, she calls 'round regularly. I can hardly ask for her not to be admitted. I suppose I could write to her. Robert: I hope you won't feel we can't be friends after this. [Strallan smiles.] Strallan: No. But let's leave it for a while. I'll duck out of the dinner next week. Robert: It might be best. Thank you. [Robert exits.] [INT. STORE CUPBOARD - EVENING] [Alfred and O'Brien enter to look over the various bottles. O'Brien points to one.] O'Brien: That's the one you should've taken. Soda crystals. Alfred: But he didn't give me that. He pointed to this one, I promise. [Alfred takes the bottle next to the one O'Brien pointed at and looks at it in distress while she regards him.] O'Brien: You don't have to promise. I believe you. [Alfred looks up at her as she leaves.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT] [Robert changes into his pyjamas.] Robert: So you think he's not ready? Thomas: He's just a lad, milord. He can see to the odd visitor, but permanent valet to Mr Matthew...is too much. Robert: Actually, I'm pretty sure Mr Crawley would rather manage on his own. Thomas: They wouldn't like that downstairs, milord. Robert: I was afraid you'd say that. So, what would you suggest? Thomas: Ask Mr Molesley to join us. It'll be kinder to Alfred in the long run, kinder than asking more than he can give. [Robert considers Thomas's suggestion. Thomas folds some clothes, smirking at his own cleverness.] [INT. MARY AND MATTHEW'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mary lies in bed while Matthew finishes getting ready.] Mary: How is that poor footman? I thought Carson was going to eat him alive. Matthew: Very glum. To be honest, he has been a clot. I'll have to send the coat up to London. Mary: Well, get it done quickly. This dinner has to be the grandest of the grand. [Matthew lets out a breath.] Matthew: What do you hope to show her? Mary: Why Downton matters. Why it mustn't be allowed to fall apart. [Matthew climbs into bed.] Matthew: Hasn't Cora had her share of the Levinson gold? I thought what was left was headed for your uncle. Mary: It's not so laid down in America. He's as rich as Croesus as it is. Matthew (disapproving): So you mean to fleece her. Mary: Since you're the one to get us out of this hole if you wanted to, I won't take any criticism, thank you. Matthew: Will she do it? Mary: Granny means to make her or die in the attempt. Now stop talking and kiss me before I get cross. [Matthew grins and kisses her eagerly.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT] Mrs Patmore: You hear him. With any luck, you'll know at once. [Mr Carson barges through the slightly open door.] Mr Carson: I wish you could get those maids under control. They've broken one of the serving dishes this time, and with a dinner next week! [Mrs Hughes rolls her eyes.] Mrs Hughes: We're short of a footman. We're short of a kitchen maid and one house maid at least, that's if Anna's to be a proper lady's maid, which is what Lady Mary wants. Mr Carson: Well, naturally. She likes things done properly. [Mrs Hughes finally loses it, taking Mr Carson aback.] Mrs Hughes: For heaven's sake! We can't do things properly until either His Lordship allows us the staff we need or until you and the blessed Lady Mary come down from that cloud and join the human race! [Mrs Patmore raises her eyebrows and Mr Carson takes on a superior tone and expression.] Mr Carson: I can only suppose that you are overtired. I bid you goodnight. [Mr Carson turns toward the door, but Mrs Patmore steps forward.] Mrs Patmore: You see she— [Mr Carson turns back around.] Mrs Hughes: Goodnight. Mr Carson. We will discuss the dinner in the morning. [Mr Carson nods and exits. Mrs Hughes glares for a moment as she turns to Mrs Patmore.] Mrs Hughes: And no, Mrs Patmore, you may not tell him. [Mrs Patmore sighs.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - NIGHT] [Mr Carson goes over the dinner menus as Alfred approaches.] Mr Carson: Oh, have you finished with Mr Matthew? Alfred: I have. He's in the dining room. Mr Carson: Very good. You won't need to attend to him again. [O'Brien's mouth opens in surprise as she sits at the table.] Mr Carson: Mr Molesley will be coming up from the village. Alfred: Has Mr Matthew complained? Mr Carson: He didn't have to. That's not your fault. We've hurried you along too fast. You mustn't feel badly. [Carson exits and O'Brien steps up to Alfred.] O'Brien: This is Thomas's doing. But don't you fret. I'll make him sorry. [O'Brien exits. Alfred walks down the servants' corridor, then stops and leans against the wall, hanging his head. Reed steps out from the kitchen and sees his downcast look. She steps directly in front of him.] Reed: I'm on your side. [Alfred looks up with a happier expression.] Alfred: (sigh) I'm glad somebody is. [Reed surprises Alfred with a kiss. Daisy witnesses it from the kitchen. Reed takes off down the corridor and Daisy watches Alfred with her mouth open in surprise.] [INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING] [Robert enters to find Edith and Matthew at the breakfast table.] Robert: No Mary? Matthew: She says she's a married woman now, so she can have breakfast in bed. [Matthew smiles a little and Robert chuckles. He looks over the mail and hands Edith a letter addressed to her.] Robert: I'm sorry about your tails. Matthew: Carson's sending them up on the London train this morning. They'll have to put a new panel in. Robert: We thought we'd get Molesley to come and look after you. He knows your ways. Matthew: I'm perfectly happy to— Robert: I think it best if he comes. Mr Carson: I do need to talk to you about the other staff we need, my lord. [Robert puts down the serving spoon with a clang.] Robert: Not now, Carson. But you may send for Molesley if Mrs Crawley has no objection. [Edith drops her silverware with a clang and Robert looks over as she reads her letter with a distressed look. ] Robert: Edith? [Matthew looks up at her.] Edith: Oh, Papa, how could you? [Edith walks out crying.] Matthew: Golly. Do you know what that was? Robert: I'm afraid I probably do. [Robert sighs.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY] [Cora embroiders while Mary sits down to visit with her.] Cora: I'm sorry, but quite enough of my father's money has already been poured into Downton. Why should Harold lose half his inheritance because of our folly? Mary: So it's all Papa's fault? Cora: Well, it isn't my mother's and it isn't my brother's. I don't see why they should pay for it. Mary: We're still going to ask. Cora: What are you so afraid of? If we sell, we move to a smaller house and a more modest estate. We don't have to go down the mine. Mary: You don't understand. Cora: Mary, a lot of people live in smaller houses than they used to. Mary: Which only goes to show that you're American and I am English. I shall be Countess of Grantham one day and in my book, the Countess of Grantham lives at Downton Abbey. [Cora regards Mary with a wry smile as Mary leaves.] [EXT/INT. WOMEN'S SHELTER - DAY] [Ethel approaches the shelter. Inside, Isobel talks to a woman who is eating eagerly.] Isobel: What job might you be suited to? Because we're not simply here to give you food. We must try to find you your place in the world. [Ethel enters. Isobel looks up.] Isobel: Do you want to speak to me? Isobel: Yes, Mrs Crawley, I do. [Isobel approaches Ethel with a smile, still not quite recognizing her.] Isobel: Have you come for our help? You're very welcome if you have. [Ethel backs away and begins to leave.] Isobel: Wait a minute. I know you. [Ethel stops and turns around.] Isobel: You were the maid who brought your child into the dining room at Downton that time. Ethel: I'm sorry, this has been a mistake. I thought I was ready to ask you, but I'm not. I'm not ready. [Ethel rushes out and Isobel calls after her.] Isobel: Ask me what? [INT. HOSPITAL - DAY] [Mrs Hughes and Mrs Patmore jump a little as they hear the door open and Dr Clarkson enters.] Dr Clarkson: I'm sorry to keep you waiting, ladies. The fact is, it's not quite as simple. Mrs Patmore: Oh, my god. Mrs Hughes: Mrs Patmore, will you please leave the hysteria to me. Dr Clarkson: I'm afraid the test was inconclusive. I had hoped that the fluid from the cist would be clear, but there are traces of blood in it. Not enough to confirm the presence of cancer, but...a little too much to exclude it. Mrs Hughes: So, what happens now? Dr Clarkson: I send it away for analysis. And this stage will take some time. Mrs Patmore: How much time? Dr Clarkson: Anything up to two months. Mrs Patmore: Oh, my g— [Mrs Hughes sht Mrs Patmore a look and she stops.] Dr Clarkson: Until then, please try to take it a little more easily. Sit down and put your feet up if you can. Mrs Patmore: Oh, chance'd be a fine thing. [They all rise as the women prepare to leave.] Dr Clarkson: Would you like me to say something to Lady Grantham? Mrs Hughes: No, thank you, Doctor. I'll speak to her myself, if I need to. Thank you. [EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS - DAY] [Edith cries into her Grandma Levinson's shoulder on a bench. Robert comes across them as he walks with his dog.] Robert: My darling girl, what's this? Martha Levinson: I think you know what it is since you asked Sir Anthony to write. Robert: Edith, you do understand that I only ever want what's best for you. Edith: And you're the judge of that? Robert: In this, I think I am. Edith: Sybil marries a chauffeur and you welcome him to Downton, but when I'm in love with a gentleman, you...cast him into the outer darkness. Martha Levinson: She has a point, Robert. Robert: Strallan is certainly a gentleman. Martha Levinson: Well then, besides which, Edith tells me he has a house, he has money, he has a title, everything that you care about. Robert: You make me sound very shallow. Edith: Aren't you, when you make me give him up because he has a bad arm? Robert: That's not the only reason. He's a quarter of a century too old. Did she tell you that? Martha Levinson: Your daughter is sad and lonely, Robert. Now, I don't mean to interfere, but— Robert: Don't you? Edith: If you ban him from Downton, I'll only go to his house. I mean it. Robert: I don't believe he'd see you. Edith: Then I'll just wait outside until he does. How can you not like him because of his age, when almost every young man we grew up with is dad? Do you want me to spend my life alone? Robert: I didn't say I don't like him. I like him very much. Edith: So do I, Papa. So do I. [Edith goes to Robert and takes his hand.] Edith: Please, ask him back. He writes he's not coming to Mama's dinner, but please make him. Please, please, please. Robert: Oh, all right then. [Edith sighs a little in relief. She looks to her grandmamma with a tearful smile and Martha nods her encouragement.] [INT. PRISON – DAY] [Anna and Bates sit at a visiting table.] Anna: I found Mrs Bartlett. I wrote back to the tenant of her old house explaining, and they've sent me a forwarding address. I don't know why they didn't before. Bates: Just because you know where she is doesn't mean she'll talk to you. Anna: Why not? Bates: [?] Bartlett was the nearest thing Vera had to a friend. Anna: That's why I want to meet her. Bates: Maybe, but when she looks at you, she won't see the real Anna Bates. Anna: She doesn't have to like me. I need her to be honest. I'm going to write and ask for a meeting. I can get to London and back in a day. Bates: She won't agree. Anna: I've the rent from the house, so I can make it worth her while. Why do you think Vera didn't go and see her instead of sending that letter? Bates: What do you mean? Anna: When Vera was frightened about your visit, she wrote that letter saying how scared she was instead of walking 'round to see her friend. [Bates thinks it over.] Bates: Maybe she did both. [Anna looks down, not accepting his explanation.] Bates: So, what's the news at home? [Anna shakes her head, still looking down.] Anna: I shouldn't tell you, really. I haven't told any of the others. It's breaking the code of a lady's maid. (whisper) His Lordship's in trouble. It seems they may have to sell. BATES (whisper) What? Sell Downton? That makes me sad. I wouldn't've thought there was much that could touch me in here, but...that does. [EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS - DAY] [Mr Molesley runs to the house, very out of breath.] [INT. MATTHEW'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] [Mr Molesley enters, still panting for air.] Mr Molesley: It's never come. They promised and promised, and I thought it was sure to be on the seven o'clock, but it's not. Matthew: Well, I'll just have to wear black tie. [Matthew takes off his white bowtie.] Mr Molesley: But Lady Mary! She'll— Matthew: These things don't matter as much as they did. Lady Mary knows that as well as anyone. [Mr Molesley hesitates, a bigger stickler for tradition, then goes for Matthew's other tie.] [INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Reed walks down the corridor. She turns a corner to find O'Brien exiting Robert's dressing room with a stack of shirts.] [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [Carson opens the front hall door for Violet.] Violet: Thank you. I know I'm early— Mary: Granny. [Mary rushes forward.] Mary: Come and see what we've done. Violet: Oh, excuse us. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [The table is magnificently decorated, including large arrangements of flowers. Mary shows it off eagerly.] Mary: What do you think? [Violet smiles proudly.] Violet: Nothing succeeds like excess. Mary: When shall we tackle her? Violet: After dinner. We'll get her on her own. Mary: She won't want to see all this go, not now she knows it's for her own granddaughter. She won't. Violet: Never mistake a wish for a certainty. Let's hope she won't. [INT. KITCHEN – EVENING] Daisy: Mrs Patmore. Mrs Patmore: What is it now? Daisy: It's smoking, the range. [Daisy opens the smoking oven.] Mrs Patmore: The wind must be in the wrong direction. Just rake it through. Thomas: Where's Alfred? Mrs Patmore: Why? [Thomas enters in a panic.] Thomas: Where's Alfred! Daisy: I think he's in the servant's hall. [INT. SERVANT'S HALL - EVENING] [Thomas enters in a panic.] Thomas (to Alfred): Where are they? Anna: Where are what? Thomas: His bloody evening shirts, that's what! Where have you put them? Alfred: I haven't touched his evening shirts. Why would I? [Thomas turns to O'Brien.] Thomas: Have you done this? O'Brien: Thomas, why would I know anything about His Lordship's shirts? Thomas: When I find out— O'Brien: Keep your histrionics to yourself and hurry up about it! Her Ladyship's already in the drawing room. Are you telling me His Lordship's not even dressed? [Thomas shifts nervously on his feet, looking between O'Brien and Alfred. He rushes off and O'Brien turns back to her paper.] [INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING] [Robert faces Thomas, still wearing his dressing gown.] Robert: You can't have lost them all! Thomas: I haven't lost any of them, milord. Th—they've been taken by someone, s—stolen, pinched. Robert: Why would they do that? Thomas: To get at me, milord! [Robert's head tilts back in surprise and he approaches Thomas.] Robert: Are you not popular downstairs? Thomas: Well, I wouldn't say that, milord. But you know how people can be. They like a little joke. Robert: Well, I'm sorry, but this is quite unacceptable. If you uncover the culprit, refer them to me. But for now, what are we going to do? [Thomas's mouth opens like a fish, trying to think of any solution to his dilemma.] [EXT. FRONT DOOR, EVENING] [The guests arrive via motorcar.] [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [Carson welcomes the guests.] Mr Carson: Good evening, Sir John. [The guests enter happily, completely at odds to the panic stirring in the rest of the household.] [INT. KITCHEN - EVENING] [Mrs Patmore and Daisy inspect the heavily smoking oven.] Mrs Patmore: It can't be going out! Daisy: Well, it is. There must be a block in the floo. Mrs Patmore: But the dinner's not cooked. We haven't even put in the soufflés. Daisy: They'll be no soufflés tonight. [Mrs Patmore enters, seeing the smoke.] Mrs Patmore: Yeah, but the mutton's still raw. Mrs Hughes: What in heaven's name is going on? Mrs Patmore: I'll tell you what! We've twenty lord and ladies in the drawing room waiting for dinner, and we've got no dinner to give them! Mrs Hughes: Oh, my god. [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Matthew enters in a black tie and dinner jacket. He holds his arms out for Mary see him.] MARY (whisper) Why are you not in white tie? Matthew: Darling, please forgive me. I'm afraid they never sent my tails back. [Robert enters in the same form of dress and Violet looks him over in surprise.] Violet: You're not in white tie either? What have you come as? Robert: I'm so sorry. Thomas has lost all my dress shirts. [Violet sees Edith and Strallan laughing and smiling at each other over Robert's shoulder.] Violet: Why—why is he still here? I thought you'd given him his marching orders. Robert: I had, but my dear mother-in-law intervened. I've a good mind to tell her— Violet: No, no, no. No, not tonight. She must have it all her own way tonight, don't you think? [Martha enters behind the gentlemen and exaggerates her surprise when she sees Matthew and Robert's dinner jackets.] Martha Levinson: Oh, you two are dressed for a barbecue. Robert: I feel like a Chicago bootlegger. Violet: I don't even know what that means, but it sounds almost as peculiar as you look. [Cora enters with hurried footsteps.] Cora: Robert, come quickly. Isobel: What is it? Cora: Apparently the oven's broken down. [Mary and Violet reel from the horrible added surprise.] Robert: It can't have done. What does that mean? Cora: To cut a long story short, it means we have no food. Martha Levinson: (chuckle) Oh! Funny clothes and no food. It should be quite an evening. Cora: Thank you, Mother. [INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING] [Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes whisper together as the family enters.] Mrs Hughes: Nothing's cooked. And nothing's going to be cooked. Mary: But surely— Cora: Shall we just tell them to go home? Martha Levinson: No, Cora, please, come on. They've come for a party, we're going to give them a party. Carson. Mr Carson: Mm? Martha Levinson: Clear the table, you're going to go down to the larders, you bring up bread, fruit, cheese, chicken, ham, whatever's edible. [Carson, Mrs Hughes, Violet, Mary, and Robert reel from the break with tradition.] Martha Levinson: We're going to have an indoor picnic. They're going to eat whatever they want, wherever they want, all over the house. [Carson stares at Martha in shock.] Mr Carson: Are you quite sure, madam? Robert: It's not really how we do it. Martha Levinson: How you used to do it. Isobel: Oh, come on. It might be fun. CORA (excited) I agree. We'll all pull together and it will be great fun. Martha Levinson: Yes! Now, I know what we need. Does anyone here play the piano? [Mrs Levinson exits enthusiastically.] MARY (whisper) Oh, Mama, this is so exactly not what we wanted the evening to be. CORA (whisper) If it's the end of your undignified campaign, I won't be sorry. [Cora and the others exit, while Violet shift uncomfortably.] Mary: We can't just give up. Violet: Certainly not. Oh, do you think I might have a drink? [Violet turns her head and "realises" she just addressed Robert.] Violet: Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you were a waiter. [INT. KITCHEN - EVENING] [All of the servants pitch in to help out with the impromptu dinner plans. Mrs Patmore gives some instructions to Anna and Molesley.] Mrs Patmore: Slice that finely and fetch some parsley and cut the dry bits off. Alfred: You're good to lend a hand. Reed: I don't mind helping. I think it's good to do other things sometimes. Alfred: I know you do. Mr Molesley: There's not much left of this. Anna: Better cut it in squares and put it with the ham. You're very smart in your new valet's outfit. Mrs Hughes: Alfred, go and check the meat larder. Bring anything back you think a human being could swallow. [Alfred takes off and Carson enters.] Mr Carson: Chop, chop, Mrs Hughes. We can rest later, but not yet. Mrs Patmore: Mr Carson, would you just—? Mrs Hughes: Mr Carson's quite right. There's not a minute to lose. [Mrs Patmore purses her lips at Mrs Hughes's insistence on secrecy. The other servants continue to fix the dinner.] [INT. MEAT LARDER - EVENING] [Reed peeks into the meat larder to find Alfred.] Reed: Psst. Do you want to know a secret? Those shirts that Thomas thinks you stole...I saw who took 'em, and I know where they are. Alfred: Who did take them? Reed: Never mind that. But I followed. I'll show you if you want. [Reed smirks at him.] Alfred: Why are you being so nice to me? Reed: Because I like you. Alfred: And you can say it just like that? Reed: I'm an American, Alfred, and this is 1920. Time to live a little. [Reed raises her eyebrows at him.] Alfred: I thought you were just trying to find something out for Mrs Levinson. Reed: What would she need to find out when she can read 'em all like the palm of her hand? She won't help, you know. Alfred: Help with what? Reed: Never mind. Just kiss me again. [Alfred steps forward and kisses her soundly. Daisy freezes and takes a step down towards the kitchen when she sees them.] [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [The servants place more food on the dining room table while Martha leads the guests in.] Martha Levinson: Now, all of you, find whatever it is you want to eat, and take it wherever you want to sit. Lady Manville: Anywhere? Martha Levinson: Anywhere. All over the house. If any of you have ever wanted to explore Downton Abbey, this is your chance. Robert: I'm sorry if it's all a bit casual. Lady Manville: It's exciting, Lord Grantham. I feel like one of those bright young people they write about in the newspapers. [Robert tenses and exchanges a look with Carson, who looks mortified.] Robert (graciously): Thank you, Lady Manville. Isobel: Cheer up. She won't be here forever. Robert: But how much damage will be done before she goes? [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] [Someone plays the piano and Martha leads the guests in a song.] Martha Levinson & Guests: ♫ Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me, too. Keep the love light glowing in your eyes so true. ♫ [Martha is clearly enjoying herself, along with several of the guests, while Carson looks continually uncomfortable and perplexed. Martha sits down in the chair next to Violet, who appears to be waking from a nap. Violet looks over, a bit startled to find herself being serenaded personally by Martha.] Martha Levinson: ♫ Let me call you sweetheart. ♫ [The others stop singing and allow Martha to finish out a solo at the end of the song.] Martha Levinson: ♫ I'm in love with you. ♫ [Martha takes Violet's hand and kisses it, while Violet shifts in her chair. Robert and Carson exchange another look.] [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Mrs Hughes: Is there anything for our supper? Mrs Patmore: I've hidden a veal and egg pie. [Mrs Hughes nods her head in relieved thanks.] Mrs Patmore: Oh, I wish you'd let me talk to Mr Carson. Mrs Hughes: I don't want to be a sick in his eyes for the next two months. Or a dying one in the months to come after that. [Mrs Hughes steps quickly to the doorway and covers her mouth as she starts crying.] Mrs Patmore: Shh. I know it'll be all right. [Mrs Hughes recovers enough to speak.] Mrs Hughes (voice breaking): No, you don't, but I appreciate the sentiment. [INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING] [Edith and Strallan stand close and speak in hushed voices.] Strallan: Are you absolutely sure you won't wake up in ten years time and wonder why you're tied to this crippled old codger? Edith: Only if you keep talking like that. Strallan: Do you know how much you mean to me? [Strallan leans forward and whispers in Edith's ear.] Strallan: You have given me back my life. Edith: That's more like it. [Edith kisses his cheek.] Strallan: And you're certain you won't wait? Edith: To give you the chance to change your mind? Don't worry, I can get it organized in a month. Shall we tell them tonight? Strallan: No, no. I'll come back in the morning. [Edith nods and smiles happily.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] [Daisy encounters Alfred on her way down the stairs.] Daisy: Alfred, can I ask you something? Why do you like that American girl? Alfred: Steady. Who says I do? Daisy: Don't you? Alfred: Well, I suppose I do. Daisy: And it doesn't matter that she's fast or that you won't see her again after she's gone home? Alfred: So what? She made me feel good about myself, Daisy. I feel good for the first time since I came here. That's what matters to me. [Carson descends the stairs behind Daisy.] Mr Carson: Alfred! Hurry up. I need you to take 'round the claret. Alfred: All through the rooms? Won't they spill it on the floor? Mr Carson: If you ask me, we are staring into the chaos of Gomorrah, but we have to give them more wine and you are going to help. What's that? [Carson points to the package in Alfred's arms.] Alfred: I have to take it upstairs for His Lordship. Mr Carson: Well, be quick about it. [Carson takes the last couple steps down to the corridor and Daisy watches Alfred go up the stairs.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING] Martha Levinson: But of course I'll help you any way I can. Mary: Oh, thank heaven. [Mary and Violet smile in relief.] Violet: Oh, it seems our family owes Downton's survival to the Levinsons not once, but twice. Martha Levinson: No. I'm so sorry, but you've misunderstood me. No, I cannot rescue Downton. [Mary and Violet's smiles fall.] Martha Levinson: It's a shame if it has to go, but I can't. Mary: But...why not? Martha Levinson: Because your grandpa tied the money down. He felt that the Crawley family had quite enough. Mary: But you said you'd help us. Martha Levinson: I can entertain all of you in Newport and in New York, and I can add to Cora's dress allowance, but that's all. My income might be generous, but I cannot touch the capital. Besides, Mary, the world has changed. These houses were built for another age. [Martha lets out heavy sigh at the thought of the upkeep.] Martha Levinson: Are you quite sure you want to continue with the bother of it all? Mary: Quite sure. Martha Levinson: If I were you and I knew I was going to lose it, I should look on the sunny side. [Mary looks down at her lap in her disappointment. Martha talks pointedly to Violet] Martha Levinson: Both of our husbands tied the money up tight before they were taken. Violet: Lord Grantham wasn't taken. He died. [INT. PRISON, EVENING] [Bates sees a guard hand something to his cellmate as he's being escorted back.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING] [The maids sit at the table with various occupations.] O'Brien: I suppose it's scrap sandwich for the servants tonight. Anna: Mrs Patmore's kept something by. [Thomas enters.] Thomas: Who put them back? Anna: What? Thomas: The shirts. Who put them back? O'Brien: Oh, they're back, are they? You mean you've overlooked them in the first place. [Reed smiles knowingly as she listens to the conversation.] Thomas: Don't tell me what I mean, Miss O'Brien. I'm warning you. O'Brien: Listen to yourself. You sound like Tom Mix in a Wild West picture show. Stop warning me and go and lay out His Lordship's pyjamas. [Some house maids giggle. Alfred enters.] Alfred: What are you laughing at? O'Brien: Seems those missing shirts went for a walk and now they've come home. Alfred: Really? Have they? [Alfred tries to keep a straight face, and Reed smile at him and tries not to laugh.] [INT. PRISON, BATES'S CELL - NIGHT] [Craig turns to face Bates.] Craig: You didn't see nothing. Bates: I agree. [Bates turns back to his book.] Craig: 'Cause if you did, I'll cut you. [Bates puts his book down and gets up to face Craig. He punches Craig in the stomach and wrestles him up against the wall, pinning him by the throat.] Bates: Don't ever thrat me. Craig: I forgot I was sharing a cell with a mrder. Bates: Don't forget it again. [INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT] [Robert enters, weary from the trials of evening. He pours himself a nightcap. He turns in surprise as Martha speaks.] Martha Levinson: This evening has made me homesick for America. It's time to go. Robert: I don't suppose you want some whiskey to take to bed. Martha Levinson: Oh, but I'd love one. No water. [Robert pours a glass and hands it to her.] Martha Levinson: Thank you. [Robert sips his drink.] Martha Levinson: I'm sorry I can't help you keep Downton, Robert. [Robert pauses at her remark and sits down.] Martha Levinson: That's what Mary wanted. Robert: Ah. I thought there was something. Martha Levinson: You know, the way to deal with the world today is not to ignore it. If you do, you'll just get hurt. Robert: Sometimes I feel like a creature in the wilds whose natural habitat is gradually being destroyed. Martha Levinson: Some animals adapt to new surroundings. It seems a better choice than extinction. Robert: I don't think it is a choice. I think it's what's in you. Martha Levinson: Well, let's hope that what's in you will carry you through these times to a safer shore. [Martha raises her glass to toast. Robert raises his glass in a toast, but Martha nods her head forward, waiting for him to clink her glass. He doesn't so she clinks his glass. He's slightly surprise. She rolls her eyes and they drink.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT] [Mrs Hughes stares gloomily into the fireplace.] Mr Carson: Is everything all right? [Mrs Hughes turns around in surprise.] Mrs Hughes: Certainly. [Carson looks at her with concern.] Mrs Hughes: Was there something you wanted? Mr Carson: The kitchen managed well tonight in difficult circumstances. His Lordship sends his thanks. Mrs Hughes: Was the evening a success? Mr Carson: The odd thing is, I think it was. Though for me, everything sprawled on the floor, eating like beaters at a break in the sh**ting, that's not a party. It's a works outing. Where's the style, Mrs Hughes? Where's the show? Mrs Hughes: Perhaps people are tired of...style and show. Mr Carson: Well, in my opinion, to misquote Dr Johnson, "if you're tired of style, you are tired of life." Mrs Hughes:(chuckles) Goodnight, Mr Carson. [Carson pauses at the door and turns back around.] Mr Carson: You'd say if anything was wrong, wouldn't you? I know I've been a bit crabby, but I am on your side. Mrs Hughes: Thank you for that. [Mrs Hughes smiles at Carson's kindness. He looks at her with the same concern for the moment, then exits. Mrs Hughes looks around her sitting room, then follows him out, turning off the light. She meets Mrs Patmore in the corridor.] Mrs Hughes: You've just missed an admirer. Mr Carson says you did well tonight. Mrs Patmore: Humph. Did you tell him? Mrs Hughes: No. [They walk down the corridor together.] Mrs Hughes: And what is there to tell? One day, I will die. And so will he, and you, and every one of us under this roof. (sigh) You must put these things in proportion, Mrs Patmore, and I think I can do that now. [Mrs Patmore nods and puts a hand on Mrs Hughes's arm before going off to bed. Mrs Hughes turns off the lights in the corridor.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "03x02 - Episode Two"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [INT. GREAT HALL - MORNING] [Servants prepare the hall for a wedding reception. Edith looks down on the preparations from the balcony with a smile. She goes to the ground floor and looks around at the flowers and glasses and servants bustling about. Violet enters with Alfred.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh! Hello, Edith, dear. Lady Edith: Hello, Granny. Isn't it exciting? [Edith assists Violet over the rolled up carpet, Alfred stands by with a ready arm.] Violet: At my age, one must ration one's excitement. [INT. DRAWING ROOM – DAY] [Cora and a maid are arranging the gifts as Cora and Edith enter.] Violet: See, I told her everything would come right, but she wouldn't believe me. Edith: I still can't. Something happening in this house is actually about me. [Cora smiles.] Edith: The dress came this morning. Violet: I was rather sad you decided against Patou. I would've paid. Cora, Countess of Grantham: Lucile was safer. We don't want her to look like a chorus girl. [Edith smiles with a chuckle.] Violet: How is Anthony? Excited, I hope. Edith: Desperately. Just when he thought his life would never change, he's going right back to the beginning. Violet: Oh. What an invigorating prospect. [Cora gives Violet a look.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY] Sarah O'Brien: I hope you've got your shirt ready for tonight. Thomas Barrow: In case you're interested, I've hidden a couple, so I won't be caught out that way again. O'Brien: Why should I be interested? Thomas: That goes for you, too. Alfred Nugent: What have I done? O'Brien: Take no notice. [They go separate ways. Anna puts on a coat as she walks down the corridor.] Mrs Hughes: Anna? [Anna stops and turns around.] Mrs Hughes: Are the flowers done? Anna Bates: Yes. [Mrs Hughes joins her as she walks.] Anna: I'll check them on Saturday morning and lose anything that's going over. I've kept back a few in bud. I'll be home for the dressing gong. Mrs Hughes: Oh, we'll manage. [Anna leaves and Mrs Patmore approaches Mrs Hughes.] Mrs Patmore: Still no word from the doctor? [Mrs Hughes waits for the door to close full behind Anna. They speak in hushed voices.] Mrs Hughes: I'd have told you if there was. Mrs Patmore: [?] they don't mind stringing it out. Should we go and see him? [Mr Carson hears part of their conversation through the open door nearby.] Mrs Hughes: Why? I'm sure if he knew anything, he would have said. [Carson's jaw drops in surprise.] [INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - DAY] [Thomas catches Molesley as he exits Matthew's dressing room.] Thomas: How are you today, Mr Molesley? [Molesley drops some of the clothes he's carrying as he turns around and Thomas picks them up for him.] Mr Molesley: Er, very well, thank you. [Thomas follows alongside Molesley.] Thomas: You were talking the other night about your friend's daughter. Is she still looking for a place? Mr Molesley: She is. You read about the servant shortage in the newspapers, but you can't find a situation for a lady's maid, not one. She'll end up as a house maid if she's not careful. Thomas: Well, we can't have that, Mr Molesley. But if I were to tell you something... [Thomas stops Molesley.] Thomas: You must promise not to breathe a word of it downstairs. Miss O'Brien doesn't want it known. [Thomas opens the servants' door for Molesley with a smile.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Cora arranges flowers while Robert sits at his desk and Tom and Matthew read on the couches.] Cora: How will they advertise it? Robert, Earl of Grantham: I don't know exactly. "Desirable nobleman's mansion with surrounding estate and properties." Tom Branson: Where will you go? Robert: We have some land further north at Eryholme, on the border with Durham. It came with my great-grandmother. The house is pretty and we might make something of it. We could always rename it "Downton Place." [Cora sits down.] Matthew Crawley: Who lives there now? Robert: A tenant. But we can come to an arrangement that keeps him happy. Cora: Let's take a picnic there tomorrow. Take a break from the wedding on Edith's last day of freedom. [Mary and Sybil enter.] Lady Mary: Molesley's in the hall. He wonders if he might have a word. Matthew: I'll come through in a minute. Mary: Not with you, with Mamma. [Matthew looks up from his newspaper in surprise.] Mary: Molesley. [Molesley enters with a smile. Then his face falls to find the entire family there.] Mr Molesley: Your Ladyship, may I have a word? Cora: Of course. [Cora nods with a smile and a nod, but doesn't move. Molesley proceeds nervously.] Mr Molesley: Milady, might I be allowed to put forward a candidate as Miss O'Brien's replacement? Cora: What? [Robert turns around in surprise.] Mr Molesley: When the time comes. [Robert walks over.] Robert: Is O'Brien leaving? Mr Molesley: I hope I've not spoken out of turn. Only, I didn't want to let it go and miss the chance. I thought you knew. Cora: Of course I know. Thank you, Molesley. I'll be happy to listen to recommendations when, as you say, the time comes. Mr Molesley: Thank you, milady. [Molesley bows to her and the others and exits.] Robert: Well, I must confess, I will watch her departure with mixed emotions. Mary: Mine are fairly unmixed. [Tom smiles in amusement.] Sybil Branson: Did you have a clue? Cora: Not a clue. How very disappointing. Robert: But, in a way, it raises the big question: when do we tell the staff that the end is nigh? Mary: It makes it sound so final. [Robert takes Cora's hand.] Robert: I'm afraid it is final. Mary: Well, don't spoil Edith's day. Let us get through the wedding first and then tell them afterwards. [EXT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY] [Carson meets Dr Clarkson just as he's exiting the hospital.] Mr Carson: Oh, er, Dr Clarkson! [Clarkson stop and Carson catches up to him.] Do you have a minute? Dr Clarkson: Er, one minute, yes. Do you mind if we...? [Clarkson motions forward and Carson steps into stride beside him.] Mr Carson: No. Only, I know that Mrs Hughes is suffering from a condition and I wondered if there was anything I could do to help. Dr Clarkson: Well, you can help by lessening her duties. That's really all I can say. Mr Carson: But you can't tell me how serious it is? [Clarkson stops.] Dr Clarkson: I'm afraid not. Even if I knew, which I don't. Yet. Good day to you, Mr Carson. [Clarkson tips his hat to Carson and walks on.] [INT. MARY AND MATTHEW'S - EVENING] Matthew: I had a telephone call from Charkham earlier. Mary: Charkham? Matthew: Reggie Swire's lawyer. It seems the death certificate has arrived from India. He wants to bring it here. Mary: Well, can't he send it? Matthew: He wants to bring it. He was quite definite. I've told him he can come tomorrow. There's nothing going on particularly, is there? Mary: You know there is. We're taking a picnic to [?] to see the house we have to move into. [Matthew closes his eyes as he remembers.] Mary: I'm surprised you, of all people, can forget that. [Matthew sighs with his hand over his eyes.] Matthew: Well, he's coming in the morning. I won't put him off. [Mary exhales with an annoyed nod.] Mary: So this is the moment when you receive a huge fortune that could save Downton and you give it away. MATTHEW (heavy sigh) Will you choose where to give it? Mary: How can I? I'd give it all to Papa. Matthew: My darling, I hope, in some small part of you, you can understand. Mary: I'm trying. Really, I am. But I can't pretend I'm doing very well. [Mary marches out and Matthew heaves another frustrated sigh.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM – EVENING] [Cora looks at O'Brien with a sad frown as she fixes Cora's dress.] O'Brien: Will there be anything more, milady? Cora: No. Unless you have something you want to tell me. O'Brien: What might that be, milady? Cora: I won't prompt you, O'Brien, if you're not ready to say. [Robert enters. O'Brien leaves confused and Cora watches her go sadly.] Robert: Did she tell you why? Cora: No. Maybe she doesn't want to until she's settled where she's going, but she has let me down. Robert: We should go. Strallan won't be late. He never is, [?]. Cora: Oh. I know you're not happy. But Edith will be in the same county. Locksley's a nice house and the estate will give her plenty to do. Robert: She'll be a nurse, Cora. And by the time she's fifty, she'll be wheeling around a one-armed old man. [Cora tilts her head at him with a smile and opens the door.] [INT. KITCHENS - EVENING] Mrs Patmore: Er, are you waiting down here 'til they come in search of the pudding? Alfred: Er, no, Mrs Patmore. [Alfred takes the tray and exits. Mrs Patmore sees Mr Carson waiting in the corridor.] Mrs Patmore: Can I do something for you? Mr Carson: Well, I'd better get back upstairs, but, erm... while you're here... [Mr Carson motions for her to walk with him.] Mr Carson: I saw Dr Clarkson today. [Mrs Patmore looks up, her mouth open.] Mrs Patmore: Oh? Mr Carson: I'm worried about Mrs Hughes. Mrs Patmore: We're all worried. But I don't think he should've told you. Mr Carson: He said it would help if we lessened her work load. Mrs Patmore: I'm sure it would. But she won't be pleased he's been talking about her before it's been confirmed. Mr Carson: So, it is cancer? Mrs Patmore: Not until it's confirmed. [Carson turns in concern.] Mrs Patmore: But don't say anything. She'd hate to think the doctor had told you. Mr Carson: He didn't tell me, Mrs Patmore. You told me. [Mrs Patmore's mouth opens and she sighs as she realises her mistake.] [INT. DINING ROOM – EVENING] [Robert and his sons-in-law visit after the ladies have withdrawn.] Sir Anthony Strallan: Lady Edith—I mean, er...Edith tells me that you're very interested in politics. Tom: W— Robert: Tom is our tame revolutionary. Sir Anthony: Every family should have one. [Tom smiles.] Matthew: As long as you are "tame." Tom: Tame enough for a game of billiards. [Matthew and Tom smile.] Tom: What about it? [Matthew tilts his head in agreement and they down their drinks and stand up.] Matthew: Can you tell them where we've gone? [They exit.] Robert: We're getting used to Tom. And I hope you will, too. Sir Anthony: We haven't spoken, really, since it was all settled. I want you to know that I quite understand why you were against it. Robert: Yes. Well... Sir Anthony: I just hope you believe that I mean to do my level best to make her happy. Robert: I do believe that. It was never at all personal, you know. Sir Anthony: No, of course not. No. It's just...because of all this and... [Strallan indicates his bad arm.] Sir Anthony: I'm far too old. Robert: Anthony...the thing is done. There's no point in raking it over. Sir Anthony: But are you happy about it? Robert: I'm happy Edith is happy. I'm happy you mean to keep her happy. That is quite enough happiness to be going on with. [Strallan doesn't seem to take the comment very well.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR – EVENING] [Mrs Hughes goes over the menus with Carson.] Mrs Hughes: There's been a last minute change of mind about the wedding menus. Mr Carson: Couldn't Mrs Patmore do it? Mrs Hughes: Mrs Patmore's given me her new order list. She's done her job. It's time for me to do mine. Mr Carson: I just don't want you to get tired. [Mrs Hughes stops on her way up the stairs and spins around to look at him.] Mrs Hughes: Who have you been speaking to? [Carson hesitates.] Mr Carson: No one. What do you mean? Mrs Hughes: Nothing. I don't mean a thing. Now, let me get on. [Mrs Hughes continues up the stairs.] [INT. WOMEN'S SHELTER - DAY] [Mrs Crawley tries to teach sewing to women off the streets.] Isobel Crawley: This is a simple stitch, but strong, and very useful in a drama. MAVIS When do we get sommat to eat? Isobel: As I was saying, you should start it about, well, I would say, about half an inch away from the centre line... [The women she's teaching stare at Ethel entering behind Isobel, and she turns around and goes to her.] Isobel: Oh, I'm glad you've come back. I do hope you've come for our help. You'd be so welcome if you have. Ethel Parks: You wouldn't say that if you knew what I am, ma'am. I'm past help. Isobel: Nobody's past help. And if you mean by that, you're a prosttute... [Ethel's eyes widen in shock.] Isobel: Well, then you should know that it is true of every woman who has come here to rebuild their lives, and I'm helping them. And I very much hope that I can help you, too. MAVIS That's right. Why not come in and help us rebuild our lives? [All the women cackle.] Ethel: That's not why I'm here, Mrs Crawley. That is, I am a...what you said...but I don't want help. Not for myself, but... [Ethel looks over at the other women watching.] Ethel: The trouble is, every time I make up my mind, I change it. I'm sorry. This has been a mistake. [Ethel rushes out.] Isobel: Oh, please, please, don't go. Not again. [The other women laugh.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] [Matthew stares at the letter in his hand.] Mr Charkham: It must be strange to receive a letter from a dad man. Matthew: It's very strange. [Mary enters and Matthew quickly puts the letter in his coat pocket.] Mary: We're leaving. I'm sorry, Mr Charkham, to snatch him away. Mr Charkham: It's quite all right, Lady Mary. [Charkham picks up his briefcase and shakes Matthew's hand.] Mr Charkham: There will be papers to sign. Matthew: Yes, I expect there will. [Charkham exits and Mary stares after him for a moment.] Mary: Papa has asked Anthony to meet us there so we can all face the future together. [Matthew nods.] Mary: He's bringing Isobel and Granny. Matthew: It's hard for your grandmother. Mary: Matthew, it's trture for all of us. And if I ever look as if I'm finding it easy to lose my home, then I am putting on an act. [Matthew watches Mary with a troubled expression as she leaves.] [EXT. FRONT DOOR – DAY] Mr Carson: You sure you can manage this? Alfred: Quite sure, Mr Carson. Mr Carson: It's nothing hard. It's not a shting lunch. Give them some champagne first and that will allow you the time to set it out properly. Alfred: I'll manage, Mr Carson. What's this place we're visiting? Mr Carson: It's one of His Lordship's houses, though I'm curious as to why they're going there today. Alfred: Maybe he likes to keep a check on things. Mr Carson: Maybe. [The family talks as they exit the house. Matthew and Mary exit first, followed by, Edith, then Robert and Cora.] Matthew: We'll see you there. [Carson waves a hand at Alfred.] Mr Carson: Off you go. [Alfred goes to open Matthew's car door.] Robert: Mrs Banning; she was a cousin of Granny's. Mary: You want to come with us? Edith: Yes, thank you. Mr Carson: Might I have a word, my lady? Cora: Yes, of course. What is it? [Robert gets in the second car.] Mr Carson: This is a slightly awkward request, what with the wedding tomorrow. Cora: Tell me. Mr Carson: Mrs Hughes is very tired. I—I wonder if it might be possible for you to divert some of her work my way. Cora: I don't understand. What do you mean "tired"? [Carson looks away awkwardly. Robert calls from the car.] Robert: Cora? [Cora puts a hand up for him to wait without looking at him.] Cora: Carson? Mr Carson: The fact is, Mrs Hughes is ill, my lady. [Cora is very concerned.] Mr Carson: She may be very ill. I'm extremely sorry to trouble you with this at such a moment, but I don't want the wedding to sink her. Cora: Of course not. But, my heavens, how will we manage without O'Brien, and now Mrs Hughes? [Carson is confused.] Mr Carson: Miss O'Brien? Cora: She told Molesley— Robert: Cora, please. [Cora looks at Robert in the car, then hesitates looking back to Carson, and then goes to the car.] Cora: I'm coming. [Cora steps in and Carson closes the door and watches them all drive off.] [EXT. LONDON STREET – DAY] [Anna turns into a residential area where a woman is taking laundry off the line.] Anna: Mrs Bartlett? I've...I've brought the money. [Anna gives Mrs Bartlett some money. Bartlett checks it and sticks it in her pocket.] Mrs Bartlett: Well, it's you're loss 'cause I got nothing to say. [Bartlett goes about her laundry.] Anna: All I want to know is if Vera— Mrs Bartlett: Oh! So you were on Christian name terms, were you? You do surprise me. [Anna pauses, then composes herself.] Anna: If Mrs Bates ever suggested she was depressed or unhappy. Mrs Bartlett: Of course she was unhappy. Her husband had left her and gone off with a trollop. [Anna takes a couple steps and stares at Bartlett's back.] Mrs Bartlett: He changed, you know. She was scared of him by the end and now he knows she had good reason. Anna: When did you last see her? [Bartlett looks over at the other women trying to listen in as they take down their laundry.] Mrs Bartlett: You better come inside. [EXT. PRISON, EXERCISE YARD – DAY] [The guards have the men walk in a circle around the yard. The man walking behind Bates whispers to him surreptitiously.] Dent: Bates. Pfft. Watch out. Bates: What do you mean? Dent: Search your room. Search your bed. They've set you up somehow, your cellmate, Craig and his mates. Guard: Stop talking! Dent: Just do it. [INT. MRS BARTLETT'S HOUSE - DAY] Mrs Bartlett: Their door was open, so I looked in. She was cooking, but...she had to post a letter, so she walked me down the street. She said Bates was coming back later for his tea. She was terrified. She was in a strange mood. Jumpy and fearful, but determined. I remember she had made pastry and she was scrubbing it out of her nails like she didn't care if she took the skin off. Anna: So, after she posted the letter, she went home on her own? Mrs Bartlett: She did, poor soul. And I never saw her after. [Mrs Bartlett sits down at the table with Anna.] Mrs Bartlett: I can remember her now, walking away down the street. It was raining. No. Not raining, more like drizzle. And the gas light seemed to catch in the drops and make a sort of halo around her. Anna: A halo? Really? Mrs Bartlett: You can laugh. Anna: When did you hear she was dad. Mrs Bartlett: Next day. So I knew it was Bates. When I heard the verdict, I thought he'd swing. And he should have if the country hadn't gone soft. [Mrs Bartlett starts crying.] [EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY] [Violet sits in the back of a Strallan's motorcar as Isobel sits up front with the chauffeur.] Violet: This is very good of you. Sir Anthony: Nonsense, you were on the way. (to Isobel) I do wish you'd let me sit in the front. Isobel: No, no. I prefer it. I've ridden in the front seat many times. Violet: Aren't you a wild thing. Sir Anthony: Oh, it's quite safe. There's never been a safer method of travel. Violet: Or a faster one. Sir Anthony: Edith's a speed fiend. She likes to go at a terrific lick. Violet: Do you think you'll be able to keep up with her? Sir Anthony: I'll try. Isobel: What's this place like? [?], is it? Do you know it? Violet: Well, a little. My late husband kept the sh*ting there and we sometimes had luncheon in the house. Isobel: Is it nice? Violet: Nice enough, as a retreat from the world. I wouldn't have thought it suited to much else. [EXT. BACKYARD – DAY] [Tables are set for luncheon on the grounds. A large house sits in the background. Cora looks at it fondly.] Cora: Downton Place. [Robert does not look at the house with any enthusiasm.] Cora: How lovely. [Robert walks away glumly.] Mary: Won't it be a bit cramped? Tom: You do realise that for most people it looks like a fairy palace. Sybil: You'll be able to run it with a much smaller staff. Robert: This is it. I doubt we'll need more than eight servants, tops. So it'll be very economical. A— [Robert puts a finger over his lips as Alfred steps forward to place something on the table, then steps away.] Violet: What about me? Where am I to go? Robert: We still own most of the village. Violet: Oh. Perhaps I could open a shop. [Edith chuckles.] Edith: Good idea, Granny. What do you think [?] needs? Violet: Well, if it's like everywhere else: good manners and some decent conversation. Isobel: Well, there you are then. You should have a roaring trade in minutes. [Edith chuckle.] Isobel: How's everything going? Edith: Very well, I think. Isobel: I think it's rather unfair that Mary should have an archbishop to marry her and you've got poor old Mr Travis. Edith: Oh, I don't mind. It was such short notice and he was all booked up. And I prefer it, really, to have the man that christened us. [EXT. FRONT YARD – DAY] [Mary and Matthew walk together.] Mary: What did Charkham come for? Matthew: He gave me a letter from Swire. It seems he left one for each of the three potential heirs when and if they inherited. Mine is the only one to have been delivered. Mary: And what did it say? Matthew: I haven't opened it. I can't decide whether I will. Mary: Why wouldn't you? Matthew: Because I know it'll be a paean of praise. How Lavinia could not have found a better man, et cetera. Mary: And you don't want to read that? Matthew: Since she could not have found a worse one, no, I don't. I already feel bad enough, and if I read his words, they will stay with me forever. [Matthew walks off and Mary stares after him with a confused scowl.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR – DAY] [Isobel walks down the stairs and searches the corridor. She finds Mrs Hughes, who is rather surprised to see her.] Isobel: Ah. Mrs Hughes: Mrs Crawley. Isobel: We're back from our delicious luncheon. And, erm, I was on my way home. You had a maid at Downton, Ethel Parks. I was here when she brought her son into the dining room. Mrs Hughes: Who could forget that? Isobel: Do you have an address for her? Mrs Hughes: I do. If she's still there. Isobel: You see... [Another servant walks by and Isobel stops talking until the girl passes. She continues in a lowered voice.] Isobel: You see, I saw her this morning. And I'm afraid she's fallen into a bad way. A very bad way. Mrs Hughes: Oh, dear. I am sorry to hear that. If you'd like to come with me, I'll fetch it for you. Isobel: Thank you. [INT. PRISON, BATES'S CELL – DAY] [Craig sits on his bed while Bates searches the bed underneath for planted evidence. Guards walk down the outside corridor. Bates finds something under his mattress. The guards approach his cell and he hears their keys jangle in the lock. The guards enter.] Durrant: Get up, both of you! Against the wall. [Craig and Bates comply.] Durrant: Mr Turner, search the bunk, please. [The other guard searches the bed, smelling the pillow. Bates moves his hand along the wall, holding what he found.] Turner: Nothing here. Durrant: What? [The guard searches where Bates found the object, but it's not there. The guard seems to think for a moment, then stalks out.] Durrant: Clean this mess up! [Craig walks back to his untidy bed and shoves the mattress back toward the wall.] Craig: Bastards. [Bates watches Craig with a slight glare. He steps away from the wall, which now has a tiny fringe of cloth poking out of a crack between the stones.] Bates: There's a lot of bastards in here. [Bates walks menacingly toward the bunk, then sits down on his bed.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY] [The servants sit down to their luncheon. Molesley turns to Anna.] Mr Molesley: I expect you're tired. It's a long day up to London and back again. Mrs Hughes: Was it worth the journey? Anna: Not really. Mr Carson: Miss O'Brien, might I ask what you've confided in Mr Molesley, but have kept from the rest of us. O'Brien: I don't know what you mean. Mr Carson: Mr Molesley appears to have given Her Ladyship the impression that you're planning a change of some sort. [O'Brien turns to Molesley.] O'Brien: What's this? Mr Molesley: I—I'm sorry. I thought Her Ladyship would know. O'Brien: Know what? Mr Molesley: That you're leaving. [O'Brien looks offended.] O'Brien: I beg your pardon? How dare you make such an assumption! [Thomas watches the exchange and Mrs Hughes looks between O'Brien and Molesley.] Thomas: Isn't it time for the dressing gong, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: Oh, it certainly is. Thank you. [Mr Molesley tries to ask Thomas about the confusion as all the servants rise from the table.] Thomas: Excuse me, Mr Molesley, but I've got work to do, even if you haven't. [O'Brien glares at Thomas, then at Molesley.] O'Brien: I'll deal with you later. [O'Brien leaves. Molesley looks surprised and a little worried. Daisy stares at him as she's clearing the table.] Daisy: You're in the soup. I wouldn't be in her bad books for a gold clock. [Daisy exits and Molesley is left alone in the servants' hall looking a bit stunned.] [INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM – EVENING] Cora: You must have said something Molesley misinterpreted. O'Brien: But I don't say anything to him, milady, beyond "pass the salt" and "get out of the way." Cora: There must have been something. I'm afraid I do feel let down, O'Brien. I really do. And right on top of the wedding... [Someone knocks on the door, and Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: You sent for me, milady? Cora: Yes. [Cora turns to O'Brien.] Cora: Thank you, O'Brien. [Mrs Hughes lowers her gaze with a displeased expression as O'Brien passes her, and then looks up pleasantly at Cora as O'Brien shuts the door on her way out.] Cora: Mrs Hughes, I understand that you're not well. [Mrs Hughes is taken by surprise.] Mrs Hughes: Whom do you...understand that from? Because...if the doctor— Cora: It wasn't Doctor Clarkson. Mrs Hughes: It is not confirmed that I am ill, Your Ladyship. I've had a test, and I'm waiting for the results. But I am perfectly capable— Cora: Mrs Hughes, I only want to say one thing, that if you are ill, you are welcome here for as long as you want to stay. [Mrs Hughes stares at Cora, speechless.] Cora: Lady Sybil will help us to find a suitable nurse. Mrs Hughes: I see. Cora: I don't want you to have any concerns about where you'll go or who'll look after you, because the answer is here, and we will. [Mrs Hughes is speechless and slightly emotional.] Mrs Hughes: I don't know what to say, milady. Cora: There isn't anything more to say until we know where we stand, one way or the other. Mrs Hughes: Thank you. [INT. DRAWING ROOM – EVENING] Edith: He thinks I don't know, but of course I do. We'll spend two weeks in Rome, then Florence, then Venice. So, I couldn't be happier. [Edith smiths happily.] Sybil: And what about Locksley? Is there masses to be done? Edith: It's not too bad. Mary: It's not too bad downstairs. The bedrooms are Kllers. Isobel: Well, don't do anything too fast. It takes time to know how a house works. [Edith smiles excitedly, and Sybil smiles with her.] Violet: I really think you should go to bed. No bride wants to look tired at her wedding. It either means she's anxious or she's been up to no good. [Edith sighs happily.] Edith: I won't sleep a wink. Sybil: Tonight or tomorrow? Violet: Sybil, vulgarity is no substitute for wit. [Edith chuckles.] Sybil: Well, you started it. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - EVENING] [O'Brien descends the stairs quickly and Molesley anxiously calls to her.] Mr Molesley: Miss O'Brien, please understand I didn't mean any harm. O'Brien: Well, why make it up in the first place? Mr Molesley: I didn't make it up, I was told. O'Brien: Who told you? Mr Molesley: Well...Mr Barrow mentioned it, but I think it was an honest mistake. O'Brien: No. It wasn't honest, and it wasn't a mistake. But don't worry about it, I can tell it wasn't your fault, Mr Molesley. So we'll forget about it, shall we? [Molesley nods and starts to go into the servants' hall, but he stops when O'Brien continues talking.] O'Brien: And when you see Mr Barrow, you can tell him that I may make some honest mistakes myself in the future. [O'Brien enters the hall and Molesley stares after her in surprise. The servants stand around the table waiting for Carson to sit. He sits and they join him. O'Brien gives Thomas a dark look. Alfred sees Daisy standing at the table.] Alfred: Why not sit down and eat with us? Daisy: Oh, I couldn't do that. Mr Carson: Daisy will not sit down because the invitation is not in your gift, Alfred. She eats with Mrs Patmore in the kitchen. [Alfred looks at Daisy and she turns to leave.] Alfred: Fancy a game or something later? [Daisy and Mrs Patmore stop on their way out.] Mrs Patmore: Oh, Daisy's busy. Alfred: Anna? Anna: I want to write a letter. Sorry. Mr Molesley: I'll play. Alfred: Let's see how I feel. [Molesley's smile fades.] [INT. MARY AND MATTHEW'S BEDROOM - NIGHT] [Mary and Matthew are arguing in their pyjamas.] Matthew: What do you mean you've read it? Mary: I didn't think it was right to destroy a man's last words without reading them. I felt it was wrong. Matthew: It wasn't your decision! Mary: Well, I made it my decision! Do you want to hear what he says? Matthew: No. Mary: To start with, Lavinia must have written to him on her last day, only hours before she died. Matthew: Well, that's nonsense. There was no letter found in her room. Mary: Be that as it may, she wrote to him after she tried to persuade you to call off the wedding and you wouldn't. Matthew: This is quite impossible. [Mary scoffs and pulls the letter out from under her pillow, opening it.] Mary: "She loved and admired you for this sacrifice of your own happiness and she commended you to my care." Matthew: I can't listen to any more of this. [Matthew turns around.] Mary: You must. "I have few intimates, and so I've decided, in her name, to add you to my list of heirs." [Matthew listens impatiently with his back to Mary.] Mary: "I think it unlikely that I'll outlive both the first two, so there is little chance of your reading this letter, but if you do, and if the money has come to you, know it is with my full knowledge of what transpired. Please do not allow any grief, guilt, or regret to hold you back in its employment. God bless you, my boy. Reggie." [Matthew is still unhappy and unsure. He turns to look at Mary, who is staring at him expectantly.] Matthew: You sure you didn't write it. Mary: I assume you know his hand. Matthew: Not well enough to test a forgery. [Matthew takes off his robe angrily, preparing for bed. Mary stares at him in shock, then looks away.] Matthew: Besides, she couldn't' have written to him without our knowing. [Mary just stares at the bed and Matthew's anger abates some.] Matthew: I'm not accusing you of faking it. [Matthew sits down to remove his slippers.] Matthew: But I suspect someone has. [Mary looks up at Matthew in disbelief.] Mary: So it won't change your mind? [Matthew thinks for a moment, then pulls the covers up roughly.] Matthew: Not yet it won't. [Mary looks away, then tosses the letter on the bed in irritation.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM – NIGHT] [Carson knocks at the door and enters as Mrs Hughes is writing at her desk.] Mr Carson: Time you were in bed. It's a big day tomorrow. Mrs Hughes: I'll just finish this. Mr Carson: Is there something I can do for you? [Mrs Hughes shakes her head as she continues writing.] Mrs Hughes: No. [Mrs Hughes pauses for a moment as Carson turns to leave. She turns around.] Mrs Hughes: Did you...say anything about me to Her Ladyship? [Carson hesitates.] Mr Carson: I don't know what you mean. Why? Mrs Hughes: Don't worry. She was very kind and...I was touched. As you know, I don't worship them all, like you do. Mr Carson: I wouldn't put it like that. Mrs Hughes: But this time...I freely admit it. (voice breaking) I was quite touched. [Mrs Hughes turns back to her desk and Carson exits.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL – MORNING] [Mary enters while the servants are eating.] Mary: Am I interrupting? [The servants all stand.] Mary: No. Please. I just want to ask you all something. Anna: Milady, I'm sorry I've not been up. Mary: Don't worry. I'll change properly after luncheon. But I had to catch you when you were all together. Mr Carson: How can we help, my lady? Mary: It's a funny thing. Mr Crawley has heard that Miss Swire sent a letter on the day she died. If so, someone must have posted it for her, and we wondered if it were any of you. [The servants all look at each other, but no one speaks up.] Mr Carson: I'm afraid not. Given that the poor lady passed away that same day, an incident of this sort would have been reported to me or Mrs Hughes. Mrs Hughes: That's right, milady. Mary: I see. Well, thank you very much. [Mary turns to leave and the servants sit just as Daisy enters with tray.] Daisy: What were that about? Anna: Lady Mary wanted to know if anyone posted a letter for Miss Swire. Daisy: Oh, I did that. Mr Carson: Daisy? What did you say? [Mary re-enters and the servants stand back up.] Daisy: Poor Miss Swire's letter. She'd written it and she asked me to put it into the box in the hall. [Daisy turns to the stunned looking Mary.] Daisy: Why? Mrs Hughes: What were you doing in her room? Making up the fre. We started talking and she said she'd written a letter. She was ever so nice. I still get sad when I think about her. Mrs Hughes: And it didn't occur to you to tell me? Daisy: Tell you what? Mary: Never mind. I am grateful to you, Daisy. You cannot know how much. [Mary smiles at Daisy.] [INT. LIBRARY - DAY] Violet: Well, this is the last of them. Robert: I'm glad they've hurried it, so she can be married from Downton. Violet: Are you? I should've thought a little sober reflection would not have gone amiss. [Robert checks his pocket watch.] Robert: Mamma, let's try to be positive. Of all of them, Anthony Strallan is the most traditional choice. Violet: Robert…Edith is beginning her life as an old man's drudge. I should not have thought a large drawing room much compensation. Robert: Why dwell on that now ? Violet: Because I want the pleasure of saying, "I told you so." [Robert turns sharply and looks at her.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - DAY] [Carson and Mrs Patmore follow Mrs Hughes into her sitting room.] Mr Carson: Now, the moment you feel tired, you're to tell me, and I'll take over whatever it is you're doing. Mrs Patmore: Oh, will you now? Mrs Hughes: Are you sure you want to come to the church? You could stay here and have a lie down. [Mrs Hughes purses her lips, holding in her anger.] Mrs Hughes: It would be so nice if people would wait to learn if I really am ill before boxing me up. [Mrs Hughes puts on her coat.] Mr Carson: I don't know what you mean. I don't know anything about any illness. Mrs Hughes: Don't you? I see. [Carson clears his throat and exits.] Mrs Hughes: Who told him? Mrs Patmore: I don't know. Maybe he just picked it up somehow. Erm, he's worried about you. He's a good man. Mrs Hughes: He's a hopeless liar. Mrs Patmore: Well, that's quite nice really, i'n't it? Mrs Hughes: I've had a message from the doctor. He'll have the results tomorrow. I'm to call in the afternoon. [Mrs Patmore nods.] Mrs Patmore: Try not to worry. Mrs Hughes: (sigh) I'll try, but I won't succeed. [Mrs Hughes leaves. Mrs Patmore gives a worried sigh before following.] [INT. MARY AND MATTHEW'S BEDROOM – DAY] [Mary looks at her appearance in the mirror. Matthew enters and Mary turns to Anna.] Mary: That's it. I'll put the hat on later. Go straight to Lady Edith. [Matthew looks Mary over. He's already dressed in his mourning coat.] Matthew: You look marvellous. Mary: I feel marvellous. That is, I feel marvellous because we don't have to leave Downton. Lavinia did write to her father... [Matthew's expression falls.] Mary: And it was posted from his house. [Matthew's gloom disappears with curiosity.] Mary: In other words, every word Mr Swire wrote in that letter was true. [Matthew takes a breath and sinks into a chair to process this news.] Mary: Daisy posted it. The kitchen maid. [Matthew becomes a bit emotional.] Matthew: I see. Mary: Do you, my darling? I hope so. Because if you try to find one more excuse not to accept the money, I'll have to bat you about the head. [Matthew's overwhelmed mood disappears with chuckling. Mary smiles down at him.] Matthew: I see. [Matthew takes another breath.] Matthew: I do have one condition, however. Mary: Make it a good one. Matthew: Let's not steal Edith's thunder. I'll tell Robert after it's over and she's left on honeymoon. [Mary smiles with happy relief.] Mary: Now that I can live with. [Matthew begins to smile. He stands up and they kiss each other on the cheek.] [INT. LADY EDITH'S BEDROOM – DAY] Cora: You look beautiful. [Edith sighs happily.] Edith: All of us married. [Edith turns to look at her sisters.] Edith: All of us happy. [Edith looks at Sybil.] Edith: And the first baby on the way. Why don't we get the photographer to take a picture of the three of us…when we get to the church? [INT. DOWNTON CHURCH – DAY] [Strallan looks pale and nervous as he stands at the altar.] Violet: He looks as if he's waiting for a beating from the headmaster. Reverend Travis: Do you think I should reassure him? Violet: How? He's done it before, so he must be in possession of all the facts. Reverend Travis: Perhaps the first Lady Strallan was a difficult act to follow. Violet: Or a difficult one to repeat. [EXT. DOWNTON CHURCH – DAY] [The photographer takes a photo of the sisters together in front of the church. Robert hurries forward, looking at his pocket watch.] Robert: Well, fashionably late is one thing. Mary: We're going in. Edith, I know we haven't always got along, and I doubt things change much in the future, but today, I wish you all the luck in the world. [Edith smiles.] Edith: Thank you. [Mary kisses Edith on the cheek and goes inside. Edith takes a quick breath and Anna helps her with her train as she takes her father's arm.] [INT. DOWNTON CHURCH – DAY] [Mary and Sybil walk to their pew. Robert hands his hat to an usher inside.] Robert: Thank you. USHER Very good. [Mary and Sybil take their places and the guests stand at the organ begins to play. Edith and Robert begin to walk down the aisle and Strallan steps up to the altar with a grim look on his face. Cora smiles as Edith passes her. Edith steps up beside him all smiles.] EDITH (whisper) Good afternoon. SIR ANTHONY (whisper) Good afternoon, my sweet one. [Strallan gives her a small smile. The guests watch with pleasant smiles. The music stops.] Reverend Travis: Dearly beloved, we are gathered— [Strallan looks up at the minister.] Sir Anthony: I can't do this. [Edith and Robert turn suddenly to Strallan and the guests murmur.] Robert (sharp whisper): What? [Strallan looks down at Edith.] Sir Anthony: I can't do it. [Edith's smile fades. Strallan looks at Robert.] Sir Anthony: You know it's wrong. You told me so yourself several times. Robert: My dear chap. Sir Anthony: No. I never should have let it get this far. I should have stopped it long ago. I tried to stop it. Edith: What are you saying? I don't understand what you're saying. Sir Anthony: Edith... [Strallan looks at the guests who are staring in shock. Strallan turns back to Edith in a lower voice.] Sir Anthony: Edith, I can't let you throw away your life like this. Edith: What do you mean? We're so happy, aren't we? [Edith takes Strallan's hand.] Edith: We're going to be...so terribly, terribly happy. Sir Anthony: But you are going to be happy. I pray that you are. But only if you don't waste yourself on me. [Edith looks into Strallan's eyes, mortified.] Robert: Anthony, it is too late for this. Reverend Travis: Might I suggest we all take a step back? [Violet steps forward to Edith.] Violet: No. Let him go. Let him go. You know he's right. [Edith looks up at Strallan, her lip trembling.] Violet: Don't stop him doing the only sensible thing he's come up with in months. Sir Anthony: Thank you, Lady Grantham. Edith: But...Granny... Violet: No, no. It's over, my dear. Don't drag it out. Wish him well and let him go. Edith: I can't. [Edith is becoming more upset by the moment.] Sir Anthony: Goodbye, my dearest darling. And may God bless you. [Strallan leans close to her ear.] Sir Anthony: Always. [Strallan walks back up the aisle and Edith turns to him, but Violet holds her back.] Violet: No. [?] sweetheart. [The guests watch him leave. Mrs Hughes and Carson give him dark looks as he passes them. Cora and Violet lead Edith to the side door. The rest of the family reels from the shock, Sybil close to tears.] [EXT. DOWNTON CHURH – DAY] [Strallan walks quickly away from the church, ghastly pale and very upset. He passes the chauffeurs standing at the car.] Chauffeur: Oh, look lively. [The chauffeurs put on their hats and stand by. Strallan walks past the cars and continues on.] [INT. GREAT HALL – DAY] [Edith re-enters the house, crying in her wedding gown. Alfred turns around from pouring champagne and sees her retreating figure on the stairs. The rest of the family follows, the sisters going after Edith. Edith throws her veil over the stairs.] [INT. LADY EDITH'S BEDROOM – DAY] [Edith walks in and goes straight to the bed to cry. She pulls the laurel tiara out of her hair and flops over on the bed in tears.] [INT. GREAT HALL – DAY] [Robert, Tom, and Matthew stand in the hall with Alfred.] Robert: When everyone gets back, can you clear all this away? I want it gone before Lady Edith comes downstairs, flowers, glasses, everything. And ask the outside staff to help put back the carpet and the furniture. Alfred: Yes, milord. [INT. LADY EDITH'S BEDROOM – DAY] [Cora, Mary, and Sybil enter to find Edith crying on the bed.] Cora: Is there anything I could say to make it better? Edith: No. [Edith sits up and Cora sits next to her on the bed. Edith looks at her sisters.] Edith: Look at them. Both with their husbands. Sybil pregnant, Mary probably pregnant. [Sybil is crying.] Edith: Oh, just go. I mean it, go! Cora: Perhaps you should go. [The sisters leave. Edith flops back on the bed with a new bout of tears. Cora leans over her and covers her hands with her own.] Edith: Oh, Mamma. Cora: You are being tested. And do you know what they say, my darling? Being tested only makes you stronger. [Edith shakes her head.] Edith: I don't think it's working with me. [Edith cries more.] [INT. GREAT HALL – DAY] [The servants clear away the champagne, the cake, the flowers, and re-lay the carpet in the great hall.] [EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS – DAY] [Robert walks across the grounds just outside the library, hands clasped behind his back, lost in thought. Matthew joins him.] Matthew: What should we do now? Robert: There's nothing we can do, beyond removing all signs of a wedding and holding her hand while she recovers. She will, of course. [Matthew nods. Robert turns to look at the house.] Robert: Meanwhile, it's time to face the business of leaving Downton. Without the wedding to hide behind, there's no reason not to get on with it, and astonish the world with the extent of my wretched failure. Matthew: Actually...Mary and I intended to make an announcement...at dinner. Robert: What announcement? What about? Matthew: You don't have to leave. [Robert looks at Matthew in confusion.] Matthew: I'll explain it later, but...I'm going to give you Reggie's money. I'll accept it. And I'll give it to you. [Robert stares at Matthew. He processes the offer for a moment with furrowed brows.] Robert: Don't be silly. You're not going to give me any money. Matthew: But I am. You don't want to leave. Nor does Mary. Nor do any of us, for that matter. Robert: I still won't take your money. [The gentlemen stand there for a moment and Robert looks up at the house.] Robert: What I will allow is for you to invest in the place. If we stay, you'll share the ownership. It'll be your house, your estate, as much as mine. We will be joint masters. Matthew: But... Robert: And if you won't agree, I will sell, and it'll all be your fault. [Matthew holds his breath for a moment, not entirely sure about the arrangement. Then he exhales with a smile. They shake hands affectionately.] [INT. KITCHENS – EVENING] Daisy: I never thought I'd feel sorry for an earl's daughter. Anna: All God's creatures have their troubles. [Anna and Daisy take the wedding food off the serving trays.] Daisy: Anna? Anna: Yes. Daisy: Do you think it's right that...women should say what they think? Speak out about romance and everything? Anna: Well...things are changing for us, and the vote won't be long now. So I suppose they must get used to us speaking our minds, but... Daisy: But what? Anna: With most of the men I've ever met, if you started to court them, they'd be so terrified, they'd run a mile. [Alfred enters and grabs something from a tray. He crunches on it as he exits and Daisy watches him with a slight smile. Anna smiles at Daisy knowingly.] [INT. DINING ROOM – EVENING] [Dinner is very quiet.] Isobel: Has she had something to eat? Mary: Anna took up some sandwiches, but she didn't touch a thing. Cora: That reminds me. Carson, I don't want Lady Edith to see any of the wedding food. Mr Carson: Mrs Hughes and Anna are taking what's left down to Mr Travis tomorrow, my lady, for the poor. Violet: If the poor don't want it, you can bring it over to me. [Mary looks up at her grandmother in surprise.] Matthew: How can we help Edith? Isobel: You can help her by finding her something to do. [Matthew's mouth twitches upward.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL – EVENING] [The wedding delicacies fill the table.] Alfred: Is this all we're getting? Just these pickety bits? Thomas: Hardly. These are canapés, Alfred. For your first course, some truffled egg on toast, perhaps. Some oysters à la Russe. Alfred: Then what? Mrs Patmore: There's lobster [?] in [?] sauce. Or Calvados glazed duckling. Or do you fancy a little asparagus salad with champagne saffron vinaigrette? Mrs Hughes: When I think how you've gone to such pains. Mrs Patmore: Never mind me. What about the pain of that poor girl upstairs? O'Brien: Jilted at the altar. I don't think I could stand the shame. Thomas: Then it's lucky no one's ever asked you, isn't it? [O'Brien just looks down.] Anna: Poor thing. How will she find the strength to hold up her head? Daisy: I swear, I'd have to run away and hide in a place where no one knew me. Alfred: I think she's well out of it. Mr Molesley: How can you say that? Alfred: I mean it. She's young, she's not bad looking. She could do much better than that broken down old crock. Mr Carson: Sir Anthony may have betrayed a daughter of this house, but he still does not deserve to be addressed in that manner by a footman. Mrs Hughes: Oh, I think he does, Mr Carson. Every bit of that. And worse. Mr Carson: Well, maybe just this once. Mrs Patmore: Right. What's it to be? Lobster, duck, or asparagus? Alfred: Is there any cheese, Mrs Patmore? [Mrs Patmore's jaw drops at Alfred's crazy request. Carson purses his lips.] [INT. LADY EDITH'S BEDROOM – MORNING] [Anna enters. She picks up Edith's laurel tiara from the floor. Edith is lying in bed.] Anna: What would you like me to get you? Edith: A different life. Anna: Let me bring you up some breakfast. Edith: No. [Edith sits up.] Edith: I'm a useful spinster...good at helping out. That is my role. And spinsters get up for breakfast. [Edith gets out of bed and Anna watches her sadly.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM – DAY] [Mrs Hughes buttons her coat. Carson knocks and enters.] Mr Carson: Going out? Mrs Hughes: Just into the village. I...have to fetch something. Mr Carson: Can I help? I'm going down later. MRS HUGHES (shakes her head) Thank you. This is an errand I have to do for myself. [Mrs Patmore enters.] Mrs Patmore: Ready? Mr Carson: MRS HUGHES As ready as I'll ever be. [Mrs Hughes braces herself, takes her purse and Mrs Patmore follows her out. Carson watches them leave with concern.] [EXT. DOWTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL – DAY] [Mrs Hughes stands stiffly, staring at the hospital across the street; Mrs Patmore waits next to her.] Mrs Hughes: We can be sure of one thing. I won't be cured by standing here. [Mrs Hughes walks forward and Mrs Patmore follows.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE – DAY] [Carson begins preparations for dinner, but he's distracted. He checks his pocket watch.] [INT. DOWTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WAITING ROOM – DAY] [Mrs Patmore and Mrs Hughes wait for the doctor. The nurse opens the door.] Mrs Patmore: Do y— Mrs Hughes: No. [Mrs Hughes stands up and Mrs Patmore nods.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR – EVENING] [Thomas sees O'Brien walking toward him.] Thomas: Everything all right, Miss O'Brien? [O'Brien stops entering the kitchen and approaches him.] O'Brien: Oh, yes. Everything's all right with me. But it'll be all wrong with you before too long, mark my words. Thomas: Oh? And how is that, Miss O'Brien? O'Brien: I don't know. Not yet. But it will be. You can be sure of it. [Thomas watches O'Brien exit, slightly disturbed by her thr*at.] [INT. KITCHENS – EVENING] [Mr Carson walks up to Mrs Patmore, who's still in her coat and hat.] Mr Carson: Well? [Mrs Patmore waits for an explanation.] Mr Carson: Is it or isn't it? Mrs Patmore: It's not cancer. No. It's a benign something or other, nothing more. [Carson sighs with relief, then pauses secretively.] Mr Carson: Don't mention that you've said anything. She doesn't know that I know. Mrs Patmore: I won't say a word. [Carson tries to exit stealthily. Mrs Patmore holds in her laughter with a smile. Mrs Hughes tip toes in behind her.] Mrs Hughes: Did you tell him? Mrs Patmore: I would prefer to say, I put him out of his misery. [The two women grin at each other, silently laughing. Mrs Hughes exits the kitchen. She hears Carson humming. She sees him through the open office door, shining the silver enthusiastically with a cheery song. ] Mr Carson: ♫ Dashing away with a smoothing iron. Dashing away with a smoothing iron. Dashing away with a smoothing iron, she stole my heart away. ♫ [Mrs Hughes laughs to herself, then holds in a happy sob.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "03x03 - Episode Three"}	foreverdreaming
[OPENING CREDITS] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL – DAY] [Mr Carson sorts the post and hands it out.] Thomas Barrow: Well, she [?] Mrs Hughes: Oh, that's a shame. [Anna waits, but doesn't receive any letters.] Anna Bates: Nothing for me, Mr Carson? Mr Carson: No, Anna. Once again, I'm afraid there's nothing for you. [Carson and Mrs Hughes both look sad for Anna.] [INT. PRISON – DAY] [The prisoners walk around the catwalks. Bates steps up to the guard, but the guard looks at the post he has left and shakes his head. Bates pauses in disappointment. A second guard gets impatient and pulls him forward.] Turner: Come on. [Bates walks sadly back to his cell.] [INT. MARY AND MATTHEW'S BEDROOM – DAY] [Anna helps Mary finish dressing while Matthew sits on the bed already dressed.] Matthew Crawley: I've got enough on my plate without going into every detail. Lady Mary Crawley: You're co-owner of this estate. You have to get into the detail. Matthew: (exhale) Not to challenge Robert, surely? Mary: You won't have any reason to, but you have to pull your weight. That's all I'm saying. Matthew (to Anna): How is Bates? Anna: I've not seen him for a while, sir. Matthew: Oh? Why is that? Anna: I'm not quite sure, sir. They've stopped all his visitors. Matthew: Has he given you a reason? Anna: Well, he's not written in quite some time now. Matthew: And you don't know why? [the conversation is becoming increasingly difficult for Anna.] Anna: No, but I'm certain I will before too long. [Anna finishes tying Mary's shoes.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM – DAY] [Someone knocks and Isobel enters. Mrs Hughes gets up from her writing desk with a pleasant tone of surprise.] Mrs Hughes: Mrs Crawley, how may I help? Isobel Crawley: I'm sorry to push in on you again, but I didn't have time to come down before dinner and now we're on our way home. Mrs Hughes: Oh. [Mrs Hughes nods. Isobel hesitates for a moment, then closes the door.] Isobel: Mrs Hughes, you know I went to see Ethel Parks. Mrs Hughes: I do, ma'am. Isobel: Well, she wouldn't speak to me then, but she has since sought me out and asked me to deliver this letter into your hands. [Isobel hands her the letter.] Mrs Hughes: When we last spoke of her, you seemed to think she'd…fallen into bad way. Isobel: I'm afraid that's the case. She's been working as a prosttute. [Mrs Hughes is taken aback. She begins to recover after a moment.] Mrs Hughes: My, my. That's not a word you hear in this house every day. Isobel: No. But I think it also serves to show the measure of her misery. Ethel has been driven into this, of that I have no doubt. If only she would allow me to help her. But she won't. If this letter can give you any clue as to how I might be helpful, please let me know. Mrs Hughes: I will, ma'am. [Isobel turns to the door.] Mrs Hughes: Your sentiments do you credit, but I suspect she will be too ashamed to face how far she's fallen. Isobel: Goodnight. Mrs Hughes: Goodnight, Mrs Crawley. Isobel: [INT. DINING ROOM – EVENING] [Matthew and Robert have drinks together. Carson brings them cigars.] Mr Carson: Sir, am I to answer to you both? Matthew: Of course not. What Lord Grantham means is that I have made an investment in the estate. That is all. Otherwise, nothing has changed. Mr Carson: Very good. And can we bring the staff back up to snuff? [Matthew takes in a breath, about to speak.] Robert, Earl of Grantham: I believe we can. [Matthew regards Robert, dropping whatever he was about to say, but clearly not in agreement.] Mr Carson: Mrs Hughes is short of a housemaid, Mrs Patmore wants a kitchen maid, and I need a new footman. Matthew: Do you really? I sometimes feel the world is rather different than it was before the wr. Mr Carson: I see. [Robert regards Matthew now.] Mr Carson: I would like to return to my duties as a butler, sir. But if you prefer that I continue to do the work of a second footman in addition— Robert: Mr Crawley does not mean that at all, do you? Matthew: Certainly not. Mr Carson: Well that is good news. Robert: I suppose it's too late to get into shape before the dinner for the archbishop of York, but it'll be the last time you'll have to fudge it. Mr Carson: I will do my best for the archbishop with an added spring in my step. [Carson exits.] [INT. DINING ROOM – MORNING] [Robert, Matthew, and Edith have breakfast together.] Matthew: Why don't you have breakfast in bed? Lady Edith Crawley: Because I'm not married. Matthew: Yes, but...now that Edith: Now that both of the others are, what difference would it make? Matthew: You know what I mean. Edith: I prefer to be up and about. [Robert reads the paper aloud.] Robert: Tennessee is going to ratify the nineteenth amendment. Matthew: Meaning? Robert: All American women will have the vote. Edith: Which is more than they do here. Robert: Well, they almost do. Edith: I don't have the vote. I'm not over thirty, and I'm not a householder. It's ridiculous. Matthew: You should write to the Times. Edith: Maybe I will. [Robert doesn't seem pleased by the suggestion.] Robert: Ask your mother if she needs any help with tonight's dinner. There's nothing so toffee nosed as a prince of the church, so make sure you put him next to your grandmother. She'll know how to handle him. [Edith rises from the table.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR/HALL – DAY] [Anna descends the stairs and hangs up her apron, struggling to hold down her emotions. She enters the hall where the servants are dining.] Mr Carson: Oh, Anna, you'll be happy to hear that as soon as we take on a new housemaid, you'll be a lady's maid to Lady Mary at last. [Anna sits down at the table, still fidgety and distracted.] Anna: That's nice, Mr Carson. Thank you. Mrs Hughes: Thought you'd be more pleased. Anna: No, I am pleased, really. I'm... I've just got a lot on my mind. Sorry. Mr Carson: I've also advertised for a new footman. Sarah O'Brien: He'll be second footman, won't he? Mr Carson: As to that, I will make no pronouncements at this stage. Thomas: Try to find a man with something about him, Mr Carson. I don't like to feel the house isn't being properly represented. Alfred Nugent: Is that aimed at me? Thomas: If the cap fits, wear it. MR CARSON (to Mrs Hughes) You're very quiet. Mrs Hughes: You'll never guess what. [Mrs Hughes keeps her voice low.] Mrs Hughes: I've had a letter from Ethel. She wants to meet me, but she won't come here. Mr Carson: What for? And why not? Mrs Hughes: I think she'd be uncomfortable. Mr Carson: Why, particularly? Mrs Hughes: Never you mind. I think I'll ask Mrs Crawley if we can meet there. Heaven knows what Ethel wants of us this time. [INT. NURSERY – DAY] Matthew: Cora said you were looking for me. Mary: Yes. I've stolen the nursery as a sitting room for us. And this is the paper. [Mary points out some materials she has laid out for redecorating.] Mary: Unless you hate it. Matthew: No. [Matthew looks at the paper and back at Mary, expectantly.] Matthew: Is that all? Mary: Why? What did you think it was? [Matthew rounds the table to approach Mary as she looks over the materials.] Matthew: Cora said you'd been to the doctor earlier. I wondered why. Mary: To find something for my hay fever. [Matthew nods.] Matthew: And what will we use for a day nursery...should the need arise? [Matthew leans in behind Mary with a playful smile on his face.] Mary: I think we can worry about that a little further down the line. [Matthew's smile fades and he nods.] [INT. DOWER HOUSE – DAY] [Violet looks at a small bottle in her hands.] Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, thank you, my dear. That's very kind. How much do I owe you? Edith: A guinea. [Violet looks sharply at Edith in surprise.] Violet: A guinea? For a bottle of scent? Did he have a mask and a gn? [Edith exhales in an attempt to chuckle.] Violet: How are you? Edith: All right...I suppose. Violet: Yes, I worry about you. That sort of thing is so horrid. Edith: Being jilted at the altar? Yes, it is horrid. Multiplied by about ten thousand million. [Edith sits.] Violet: Oh. You must keep busy. Edith: What with? There's nothing to do at the house. Except when we entertain. Violet: Well, there must be something you can put your mind to. Edith: Like what? Gardening? Violet: Well, no, you can't be as desperate as that. [Edith sighs.] Edith: Then what? Violet: Edith, dear, you're a woman with a brain and reasonable ability. Stop whining and find something to do. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL – DAY] [Anna puts sewing supplies in a small box. She sniffles. Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: I'm going out, Anna. I've told Mrs Patmore, and I think everything's under control for tonight, but... [Mrs Hughes sees Anna's expression.] Mrs Hughes: What's the matter? Anna: Nothing. [Mrs Hughes gives Anna a dubious look and waits.] Anna: Except...well, I ha— I haven't had a letter from Mr Bates in weeks. [Mrs Hughes nods in understanding.] Anna: I worry...I worry that he's being gallant and...trying to set me free. He wants me to make a new life without him. Mrs Hughes: I doubt it very much. Anna: Then why would he be silent like this? And stop me visiting? Mrs Hughes: Obviously, I don't know why, but I do know there'll be a good reason. Anna: Do you really think so? Mrs Hughes: I'd swear to it. [Anna nods with a relieved smile and Mrs Hughes puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.] [INT. PRISON, WORK ROOM – DAY] [The prisoners sew cloth sacks. Dent sits down across the table behind Bates and whispers to him.] Dent: They know you tricked 'em. John Bates: Who knows what? Dent: Mr Durrant's a dealer on the outside. [Bates keeps quiet while Durrant walks past.] Bates: What's that to do with me? Dent: He's working for your cellmate. All I know is that you punched Craig, so they set you up. But you hid the stuff they planted and turned the tables on them and now they're angry. Bates: And what can they do? Dent: Tell you what they can start by doing. [Dent surreptitiously moves to the bench across from Bates.] Dent: Durrant's reported you to the governor for volence. You're officially a dangerous prisoner. Bates: The governor won't fall for that. Dent: No? So when was the last time your wife came to visit, eh? How many letters you received lately? [Bates freezes and he smiles with a chuckle.] Bates: Thank God. What a relief. I thought she'd given up on me. [Dent shakes his head.] Dent: Don't thank God until you know what else they've got in store for you. Turner: Stop talking! [Dent moves away. Bates ponders Dent's words and smiles again.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE – DAY] Mr Carson: Go on, then. [Alfred points to the row of spoons laid out before him.] Alfred: Tea spoon, egg spoon...melon spoon, grapefruit spoon, jam spoon... [Alfred points his finger over the last spoon, thinking hard. Carson waits.] Mr Carson: Shall I tell you? [Thomas steps in watching.] Alfred: All right. [Carson picks up the spoon.] Mr Carson: A bullion spoon. Alfred: But I thought soup spoons were the same as table spoons. Mr Carson: Ah, so they are, but not for bullion, which is drunk from a smaller dish. Off you go, now. I must get on. [Thomas glares passively at Alfred as Alfred exits.] Thomas: You're taking a lot of trouble with young Alfred, Mr Carson. I feel quite jealous. Mr Carson: I don't know why. He asked for help. You never did. [Thomas quirks his head at the comment, then pulls his mouth in to a tight smile before leaving.] [CRAWLEY HOUSE – DAY] Ethel Parks: It's very hard to begin. Mrs Hughes: Well, find a way, Ethel. We all have lives to lead. [Ethel takes a breath.] Ethel: Could you write to the Bryants? To say I want them to have Charlie? Mrs Hughes: We've already been down this path...to no avail. Ethel: I know. And I know I said a mother's love was worth more than all they had to give, but I said it for me. Not for him. Isobel: My dear, you mustn't do anything until you're absolutely sure. Ethel: Mrs Hughes said we all have lives to lead, but that isn't true. I've got no life. [Mrs Hughes purses her lips and swallows hard.] Ethel: I exist, but barely. Isobel: Ethel, we all know the route you've taken. Ethel: It's good of you to have me here. Isobel: All I mean is that I work with others like you to rebuild their lives. Can't we work together to find a way for you to keep your son? Ethel: With his grandparents, Charlie can build a life that is whatever he wishes it to be. With all respect, ma'am, you and I working together could never offer him that. [Mrs Hughes looks at Isobel and then to Ethel.] Mrs Hughes: You want me to write to them again. Isobel: But leave it vague. Say that Ethel would like them to keep in contact with their grandson. [Mrs Hughes nods.] Ethel (determined): I won't change my mind. Mrs Hughes: Nevertheless, that's what I'll do. Then there'll be no disappointment whatever comes. [Ethel nods.] Mrs Hughes: Now, if you'll forgive me, we've a big dinner tonight. Good day, ma'am. Ethel. [Mrs Hughes exits.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, FRONT HALL – DAY] [Mrs Hughes walk to the front had with Mrs Bird.] Mrs Hughes: Ethel has had a very hard time of it since she left us, Mrs Bird. She's had great difficulty making ends meet. Mrs Bird: We know how she solved that problem. [Isobel and Ethel join them in the hallway and Mrs Bird opens the door for Mrs Hughes.] Mrs Bird: Give my regards to Mr Molesley. [Mrs Hughes exits.] Isobel: Till we meet again, my dear. [Ethel turns to the coat rack.] Ethel: I— I had a coat. Mrs Bird: It's there. [Mrs Bird waves at the coat rack, but doesn't move. Ethel begins stepping forward.] Isobel: You will help Miss Parks, please Mrs Bird. [Mrs Bird takes the coat off the rack and holds it out toward Ethel, not moving, so that Ethel has to step forward to take it. Ethel opens the door for herself and exits awkwardly with a small smile to Isobel. Isobel waits for Mrs Bird to close the door and turn around.] Isobel: Some manners wouldn't go amiss. [Isobel turns to leave.] Mrs Bird: I do not believe it is part of my duties to wait on the likes of her. I'm sorry, but that's what I feel. [Isobel stares as Mrs Bird exits.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM – EVENING] Archbishop of York: I don't want to sound anti-Catholic. Robert: Why not? I am. Archbishop of York: (chuckle) Not in any real way, I'm sure. Robert: I don't want thumbscrews or the rack, but there always seems to be something of Johnny Foreigner about the Catholics. [EXT. DOWNTON VILLAGE – EVENING] [A policeman bicycles through the rain. A figure watches the policeman pass and then runs up the street.] [INT. TRAIN STATION/DOWNTON FRONT HALL – EVENING] Sybil Branson (on telephone): I've no time to talk, but tell them I'm all right. I'm out of the flat. They haven't stopped me... [Sybil stops talking when she sees someone suspicious.] Edith (on telephone): Who hasn't stopped you? Sybil? Hello? [Sybil hangs up. Edith hangs up the phone, very confused.] [EXT. WOODS – EVENING] [The hiding figure dashes between trees in the dark, pouring rain.] [INT. DRAWING ROOM – EVENING] [Edith enters with hesitant footsteps.] Mary: What's the matter? Edith: I've just had the most peculiar conversation with Sybil. [Cora and Mary wait with curious concern.] Edith: She kept on about being out of the flat and nobody had stopped her and... Cora, Countess of Grantham: What do you mean, "No one had stopped her"? Stopped her from doing what? Edith: That's just it. I don't know. She suddenly put down the telephone. [Carson enters.] Mr Carson: Dinner is served, my lady. [INT. DINING ROOM – EVENING] Violet: Y—Tell me, Dr Lang, do you find that the wr has driven the people back into the churches or further away than ever? [Someone pounds on the front door.] Archbishop of York: "Behold, I stand at the door and knock." Matthew: Someone sounds very angry. Cora: Or very wet. Mary: Or both. [Carson turns to Alfred. Alfred nods and leaves to answer the door.] [INT. FRONT HALL – EVENING] [Alfred opens the door to find Tom standing there soaking wet.] Alfred: Do you have any luggage, sir? Tom Branson: I barely have the clothes I stand in. [Tom walks in past Alfred. He takes off his hat and looks back as Alfred closes the door.] Tom: Where are they? Alfred: They're in the— [Mary appears.] Mary: Tom! What's happened? Where's Sybil? Tom: I had to get away and leave her to follow, but I made all the arrangements in case. She'll be on her way by now. Mary: By why are you here? And why must she follow you alone? [Tom hesitates and Mary becomes concerned.] Tom: I can explain. Mary: There's a dinner going on, but I'll go on and tell them that you're here. [Tom grabs Mary's arm to stop her.] Tom: No. Don't. [Mary looks down at her arm and back at Tom with real concern.] Tom: No one must know. I'll tell you it all when they're gone. [Matthew enters.] Matthew: What's the matter? [Matthew looks at Tom in surprise.] Matthew: Tom! Mary: Go upstairs and find some dry clothes of Matthew's. I'll come for you when the coast is clear. [Matthew leads Tom upstairs and Mary turns to Alfred.] Mary: Would you please ask Mrs Hughes to sort some food out for him? Alfred: Yes, milady. [INT. DINING ROOM – EVENING] [Mary and Matthew return to dinner.] Mary: An idiotic man delivering a village pamphlet, can you imagine? In this weather and this time of night? [Robert chuckles, but Cora looks more suspicious. Mary leans over and whispers to Robert, surprising him with the truth.] Mary: It's Branson. He wouldn't come in. Robert: Why not? [Mary shakes her head.] Robert: Is Sybil with him? [Mary doesn't respond.] Robert: What's going on? Mary: She's not here, but apparently she's coming soon. He'll explain what's happened when our guest is gone. Violet: Something to look forward to. Robert: Other men have normal families with sons-in-law who farm or preach or serve their country in the army. Violet: Maybe they do, but no family is ever what it seems from the outside. [INT. SERVANTS' HALL – EVENING] Daisy Mason: Do you think he's on the run from the police? Anna: Don't be so daft. Thomas: Well, he hadn't got the money for a taxicab from the station. Mrs Hughes: Maybe he fancied the walk. O'Brien: Yes, that's it. I should think he loves a night walk in the pouring rain without a coat. Daisy: What room is he in? Mr Carson: I'll take that, thank you, Daisy. [The servants stand and Carson takes the food tray from Daisy. Carson gives the gossipers a look over his shoulder before he exits.] Thomas: So, there'll be no more gossip on that subject tonight. [INT. LIBRARY – NIGHT] [Tom is on the spot, slouching miserably in his chair, as the family gathers to listen to his explanation.] Tom: They turned everyone out of the castle. Lord and Lady [?], their sons, and all the servants. And then they set fre to it. [The family is stunned.] Edith: What a tragedy. Violet: Well, (indistinct) yes and no. That house was hideous. But of course, that is no excuse. Robert: No, it is not. Matthew: But what was your involvement? Tom: Who says I was involved? Mary: Well, you seem to know a lot about it if you weren't. Cora: And why are you running away? And what was Sybil's part in all this? Tom: She's not involved. Not at all. But they think I was part of it. They think I was one of the instigators. Mary: So the police are looking for you? Tom: That's why I couldn't go home. I knew if they took me, I wouldn't get a fair hearing. Cora: You mean, you gave them Sybil while you saved yourself. Tom: I don't think they'll hold her, but if they do, then I'm prepared to go back and face the consequences. Robert: You damn well better be. Cora: You must see the home secretary. Robert: And tell him what? The police say he was there, he says he wasn't. Tom: I didn't say I wasn't there. [The family looks at Tom with wide eyes. Robert takes a couple steps forward.] Robert: Why were you? For the fun of seeing private property destroyed? Tom: Those places are different for me. I don't look at them and see charm and gracious living. I see something horrible. Violet: J—with [?] Castle, I rather agree. Robert: Mamma, you are not helping. Tom: But when I saw them turned out, standing there with their children...all of them in tears watching their home burn...I was sorry. I admit it. I don't want their type to govern Ireland, I want a free state, but...I was sorry. Edith: Never mind that. What's happened to Sybil? Tom: We agreed that I should leave at once, and that she'd close the flat and follow. But I got the last boat, so she won't be here before tomorrow. Robert: Good God Almighty! You abandoned a pregnant woman in a land that's not her own! [Tom begins crying with shame.] Robert: You leave her to shift for herself while you run for it?! Cora: You have to go to London, Robert. For Sybil's sake if not for his. You have to see Mr Short. [Robert is red-face with rage.] Robert: I don't have to do anything! Tom: I never meant for— Robert: Go to bed! [Robert turns away and lowers his voice to a calmer level.] Robert: I'll give you my answer in the morning. [Tom gets up shakily and leaves.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM – NIGHT] [Tom enters the room, walks to the bed, and cries as he sits down.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL – NIGHT] Mr Molesley: Of course, she married beneath her. Mrs Patmore: And who are you, then? A Hapsburg archduke? O'Brien: What if he has to go to prison? What then? Mr Carson: That's quite enough of that, thank you Miss O'Brien. Bedtime, I think. [The servants rise from the table.] [INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM – NIGHT] [Mrs Hughes finishes her tea as Carson knocks and enters with a sheet of paper.] Mr Carson: I'm going up. Mrs Hughes: Good night. Mr Carson: I'll try to keep them quiet, but to be honest, I knew it would happen. I knew he would bring shame on this house. It sounds as if he's on the run from the police, and for all we know, Lady Sybil is languishing in a dungeon somewhere in Dublin. Mrs Hughes: (sigh) Let's wait. And see what the morning brings. [Mrs Hughes picks up a metal contraption with a cord.] Mr Carson: What in God's name is it? Mrs Hughes: An electric toaster. I've given it to myself as a treat. If it's any good, I'm going to suggest getting one for the upstairs breakfasts. Mr Carson: Is it not enough that we're sheltering a dangerous revolutionary, Mrs Hughes? Could you not have spared me that? [Mrs Hughes looks at her toaster, not understanding his objection. Carson leaves and she inspects the toaster mechanics.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR/HALL – DAY] [A stranger walks down the corridor and knocks on the open door. The maids look up and stare at the handsome stranger.] Jimmy Kent: Hello. [One of the maids gasps in excitement.] Anna: Can we help you? Jimmy Kent: I'm here to see Mr Carson. [Thomas enters, sees the handsome man, and looks at gawking women.] Thomas: Who's this? Jimmy Kent: Jimmy Kent, at your service. [Thomas smiles at Jimmy.] Thomas: I'm Mr Barrow, His Lordship's valet. Jimmy Kent: And I am hoping to be His Lordship's footman. [Alfred shifts in his chair.] Jimmy Kent: Which is why I'm looking for Mr Carson. [Thomas looks over the handsome possible addition, and Mrs Hughes enters.] Mrs Hughes: What's the matter? Have you all been turned into pillars of salt? [Mrs Hughes catches sight of the handsome newcomer.] Mrs Hughes: May I help? Jimmy Kent: I've come for the interview. Mrs Hughes: I see. Well, if you'll, er, wait there. [Mrs Hughes turns to look at the staring maids and exits.] [INT. LIBRARY – DAY] [The family is gathered. Robert speaks just under a shout.] Robert: I want to make it quite clear that whatever I do, I am doing it for Sybil, and not for you. I find your actions despicable, whatever your beliefs. You speak of Ireland's suffering and I do not contradict you, but Ireland cannot prosper until this savagery is put away. Mary: That's all very well, Papa, but you must keep Tom out of prison. [Robert exhales unhappily.] Robert: I'll go to London today. I'll telephone Murray and ask him to arrange an interview. I won't come home until I've seen Short. Cora: Thank you. I know it's right. Robert: It's right for him. Cora: And for Sybil, and for this family. Robert: I suppose so. Let me know if Sybil gets in touch. Tom: She won't. She won't want to give them anything to trace her by. Robert: What a harsh world you live in. Tom: We all live in a harsh world. But at least I know I do. [Robert draws his gaze up thoughtfully at these words and then exits.] [INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE – DAY] [Carson looks over Jimmy Kent's reference.] Mr Carson: I see you've been working for the Dowager Lady Anstruther. Jimmy Kent: Yes. But she's closed up the house and gone to live in France. She begged me to go with her, but I didn't fancy it. I didn't think I'd like the food. Mr Carson: I see. She begged you, did she? [Jimmy can see his comment didn't go over so well.] Jimmy Kent: You what women can be like. Mr Carson: Not, I suspect, as well as you. [Jimmy seems nervous at the cool manner.] [EXT. CRAWLEY HOUSE – DAY] [Ethel walks her little boy up to the house, she stops just outside the gate.] Ethel: Hey, Charlie, let's put your hat in. Make you look nice and smart. [Ethel puts his hat on.] Ethel: Be a good boy for Mummy, yeah? [She wipes a smudge from his face and kisses his little hand.] Ethel: Come on. [Ethel takes his hand and they walk to the house.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE – DAY] [The Bryants sit with Ethel, Isobel, and Mrs Hughes. Charlie sits on Ethel's lap.] Mrs Bryant: Thank you for letting us come. Mr Bryant: And why have we come? To hear more guff about a mother's love? Isobel: Mr Bryant, that's not fair. Mr Bryant: Isn't it? We know what you are now, Ethel. We know how far you've fallen. I didn't want to let Mrs Bryant in the same room as you, but she insisted. Mrs Bryant: What Mr Bryant means— Ethel: How could you know about me? Mr Bryant: Do you think it's so difficult to find out about a woman like you? Ha. I could give you a list of your clients. [This does not sit well with Isobel or Mrs Hughes.] Ethel: You mean, you've had me followed? Mr Bryant: What? Didn't you think we'd keep a check on our grandson? Mrs Bryant: We're not judging you. Mr Bryant: I'm judging her. I judge her and I find her wanting. Mrs Bryant: Ethel, we've decided to offer you some money, to make things easier so that you won't have to... Mr Bryant: Unless you don't want to give it up. [Mrs Bryant looks at her husband's distasteful comment.] Isobel: Well, that's very generous, isn't it, Ethel? [Ethel looks down at Charlie and kisses his forehead.] Isobel: It throws a different light on things. [Ethel glares up at Mr Bryant. Isobel hears trays rattling outside the room.] Isobel: Oh, there's Mrs Bird with the tea. [Isobel gets up.] Isobel: Would you like to help me, Ethel? [Ethel stands up, putting Charlie on his feet, and Mr Bryant crouches in front of him with a teddy bear.] Mr Bryant: Charlie, look what I've got for you. Charlie: A teddy. [Mrs Bryant laughs happily.] Mr Bryant: That's right. [Ethel looks at Charlie sadly as she exits with Isobel.] Mr Bryant: Isn't it nice [?] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, CORRIDOR – DAY] [Ethel and Isobel step into the hall just as Mrs Bird is approaching with a tea tray.] Mrs Bird: Should I not take it in, then? Ethel: I can do that. [Ethel reaches for the tray, but Mrs Bird pulls it out of her reach.] Mrs Bird: Sure I don't need your help. [Ethel pauses awkwardly.] Isobel: Thank you, Mrs Bird. [Mrs Bird puts the tray down on a nearby table and exits with a backward look at Ethel. Ethel picks up the tray.] Isobel: Ethel... you don't have to do this. You have a choice. Ethel: You mean I should take money from that man? It won't be much. Enough to keep us from starving, but not much more. Isobel: But even if Charlie doesn't go to a famous school or university, you'll be there to give him love. [Ethel stares into space.] Ethel: Yeah, I suppose Mr Crawley went to a famous school and university. [Ethel looks Isobel in the eye and Isobel can't refute it. Ethel nods.] Ethel: I see. Thank you, Mrs Crawley. [Charlie and Mr Bryant laugh in the room. Isobel enters the room.] [INT. PRISON, CAFETERIA – DAY] [Bates sits down next to Dent.] Dent: When do you want it to happen? Bates: Tomorrow night. Dent: Not Mr Durrant? Bates: No. Any other warden but him. Tell Turner about it; he's straight. But don't tell until the afternoon. [Dent nods.] Bates: Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me? Dent: I can't stand Craig. [Bates looks down the table at Craig.] [INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE – DAY] [Ethel serves Mrs Bryant tea.] Mrs Bryant: You do that very neatly, my dear. Ethel: I was trained [?] by Mrs Hughes. Mr Bryant: She was a good worker, even though things haven't gone so well lately. [Ethel and Isobel continue to serve the tea.] Mrs Bryant: I hope that you can accept our offer, Ethel, and that we can be friends, because we both wish you well, don't we, dear? [Mrs Bryant turns to her husband who is sitting with Charlie on his lap.] Mr Bryant: I don't wish you ill, I'll say that. Ethel: I can't accept your offer. [Mr Bryant is surprised. Ethel puts down the tea tray and faces him.] Ethel: And we won't be friends. Mrs Bryant: What? Not even for Charlie's sake? Ethel: I think you love my son, Mr Bryant. I don't think you're a nice man, or a kind one, but I believe you love my boy. [Mrs Hughes looks away.] Ethel: So you'll be pleased by what I've come here to say. [INT. LIBRARY – DAY] [Mary enters to find Matthew looking over papers at the desk.] Mary: Any news while I was out? [Mary rings the bell.] Matthew: No. Perhaps the home secretary won't see him. Mary: Papa will pull some strings until he does. [Mary approaches the desk and sees the papers.] Mary: A-ha, you started on the Aegean task. How are you getting on? Matthew: Badly. I'm beginning to get a sense of how it all works. Mary: In a way, it's probably best you tackle it by yourself. [Matthew smiles with a chuckle and Mary walks away from the desk. Carson enters.] Mary: Ah, Carson. May we please have some tea? Mr Carson: Of course, my lady. [Carson begins to leave.] Mary: Anna said you're interviewing footmen today. Mr Carson: That is correct. Mary: Have you chosen the lucky winner? Mr Carson: Not yet. There were two candidates when it came down to it. One was steady, but not much else, but the ladies downstairs want the other one. [Mary nods with an understanding "oh" expression.] Matthew: Why is that? Mr Carson: I don't know precisely, unless it's because he's more handsome. [Mary smiles.] Mary: Of course it's because he's more handsome. Oh, do pick him, Carson, and cheer us all up a bit. Alfred's nice, but he does look like a puppy who's been rescued from a puddle. [Matthew chuckles.] Mr Carson: Well, this new one seems very sure of himself. Matthew: You can manage that, can't you? Mr Carson: I suppose I could, sir. Mary: Well, it's settled, then. Tell the maids they can buy their valentines. Mr Carson: So be it, my lady. [Carson walks toward the door.] Mr Carson: But Alfred is very good, you know. He's very willing, even if he is Miss O'Brien's nephew. [Carson exits and Mary and Matthew both laugh quietly.] Matthew: Clearly nothing worse could be said of any man. [Mary laughs.] [EXT. CRAWLEY HOUSE – DAY] [Isobel, Mrs Hughes, and Ethel follow to the Bryants' waiting car, Mr and Mrs Bryant each hold one of Charlie's hands. Mrs Bryant turns to Ethel.] Mrs Bryant: You'll want to say goodbye. [Ethel looks at Charlie and crouches down and gives him his new teddy bear. Ethel smiles at Charlie and kisses his hand.] Ethel: I give you my blessings for your whole life long, my darling boy. Charlie: Yes. Ethel: You won't remember that or me. [Charlie reaches out to Ethel.] Ethel: But I'll stay with you all the same. [Ethel kisses Charlie's cheek. Isobel and Mrs Hughes exchange a sad and disapproving look. Ethel embraces Charlie. The Bryants look at each other and Mr Bryant steps forward to collect Charlie.] Mr Bryant: Let's not make a meal of it. [Mr Bryant pulls Charlie away.] Charlie: Mummy. Mr Bryant: Come on. [Mr Bryant picks up Charlie and carries him to the car. Ethel watches them go, beginning to cry. Mrs Bryant steps up to Ethel.] Mrs Bryant: I'll write to you. Ethel: I'll never see my son again. [Ethel gasps in tears.] Mrs Bryant: Never is a long time, Ethel. But you were right, he does love Charlie. And not just for his father's sake. Now, I must be going. Say goodbye. [Mrs Bryant steps back and nods to Mrs Hughes and Isobel. Ethel watches Charlie through the car window as Mrs Bryant walks back to the car. She begins to cry again when Charlie waves to her. The car starts off and Ethel takes a few steps toward it, then stops and puts her hands to her face as she watches the car drive away. Ethel cried bitterly and Mrs Hughes steps up behind her.] Mrs Hughes: You've done a hard thing today, Ethel. The hardest thing of all. Ethel: You don't agree, do you? [Ethel turns to Isobel.] Isobel: I don't want to make you doubt now that it's happened. [Ethel turns back to where she last saw the car.] Mrs Hughes: You've done the right thing for the boy, Ethel, whatever Mrs Crawley may say, begging your pardon, ma'am. Isobel: Perhaps you're right. Mrs Hughes: I am, until we live in a very different world from this one. Ethel: Well, then. I should be away. [Ethel walks down the road, pulling her coat in around her. Isobel and Mrs Hughes watch her go.] Mrs Hughes: What chance is there for a woman like her? She's taken the road to ruin. There's no way back. [Mrs Hughes takes a breath and nods to Isobel before leaving. Isobel stares at Ethel's retreating figure.] [INT. PRISON, BATES'S CELL – DAY] [The guards enter.] Turner: Stand up! Against the wall, the pair of you. [The other guards push Craig and Bates against the wall.] Craig: What you looking for? Turner: Just keep quiet. [The guards search the beds. Durrant enters and looks at Craig with concern. One of the guards finds something in Craig's mattress.] Guard: Mr Turner. Turner: Well, well. A very mysterious package, I don't think. [Durrant looks at Bates.] Turner: Craig, what d'you call this? Craig: I don't know. I've done nothing. [Turner looks at Bates, then back at Craig.] Turner: You better come with us, Craig. [Turner nods to the other guards and exits. Craig looks at Bates.] Craig: You'll be sorry. [The guards escort Craig out of the cell. Bates thinks over the situation and exhales.] [EXT. FRONT DOOR/INT. GREAT HALL – DAY] [A motorcar drives to Downton Abbey. Sybil enters the hall alone. Tom jogs in, out of breath.] Tom: Oh, thank God. [Tom and Sybil walk straight into each other's arms and hold tight. They pull back just enough to kiss. Tom strokes her cheek with tears in his eyes.] Tom: I'm so sorry. SYBIL (whisper) Shh. It's all right. [INT. GUEST BEDROOM – DAY] [Tom and Sybil sit holding each other's hands while the ladies of the family stand in the room. Anna leaves.] Sybil: They didn't try to stop me, but it doesn't mean they won't come after us. Unless Papa can persuade them otherwise. Cora: Tom... [Cora sits on the bed.] Cora: How could you have left her all alone to fend for herself? [Sybil shakes her head.] Sybil: It wasn't like that. We thought this might happen and we decided what to do. The question is, what now? Cora: You mustn't travel anymore, not before the baby's born. [Tom and Sybil look at each other for a moment.] Sybil: But Tom wants it to be born in Dublin. [Mary stares at Sybil in disbelief.] Mary: He won't hold you to that now. Tom: Well, won't this be the first place that they look? Mary: How could you be part of it? The [?]s are like us. [Tom looks away and stands up.] Mary: She came out with me. She was Laura [?] then. How could you dance 'round her burning house, Tom? It's horrible. Sybil: He didn't dance. And he isn't dancing now. [Someone knocks.] Sybil: Come in. [Carson enters with a tiny silver tray.] Mr Carson: Telegram for you, my lady. [Cora takes it and Sybil stands in anticipation. Cora reads it quickly to herself.] Cora: Your father's coming home. He's seen Mr Short. Sybil: And what happened? Cora: He doesn't say, only that neither of you is to leave Downton. [Sybil and Tom look at one another and hold hands.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR – DAY] [Thomas enters with a couple suitcases.] Mr Molesley: You're back. Thomas: I am. Anything happen here? Mr Molesley: There's a new footman; came today. How was London? Thomas: I had fun, as a matter of fact. Mr Molesley: Has the [?] been saved? Thomas: That's not for me to say, is it Mr Molesley? I better take these upstairs. [SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR – DAY] [Thomas passes the new footman's room as he walks down the hall. He stops and looks back in the room where Jimmy is changing clothes.] Thomas: You got the job then? Jimmy Kent: I'm on my way, Mr Barrow. They say you were a footman once. [Thomas smiles.] Thomas: That's right. Jimmy Kent: So can I come to you if there's anything I need to know? Thomas: Certainly. Why not? [Thomas nods with a smile and continues down the hall as Jimmy finishes dressing. O'Brien walks by and looks in at the half-dressed man, then down the hall at Thomas.] [INT. LIBRARY – EVENING] [The family gathers. Tom stands by Sybil's seat on the couch.] Tom: I can never go back to Ireland? That's impossible! Robert: If you do, you'll be put in prison. It's the best I could manage. Cora: Surely they need proof to ban a man from his own country. Robert: They have more proof than Tom will concede. Sybil: Is that fair? [Sybil takes Tom's hand.] Sybil: He's admitted to being there. He told you so himself. Robert: But he did not tell me that he attended Dublin meetings where the attcks on the Anglo-Irish were planned. [Matthew, Mary, and Sybil look at Tom in surprise. Sybil pulls her hand away from Tom's, looking betrayed and disappointed.] Tom: I was always against any personal volence. I swear it. Violet: Oh, so at least we can sleep in our beds. Robert: Maybe, but you were not against the violent destruction of property. Tom: I've told you, the sight of it was worse than I expected. Matthew: So, what was the deal you managed to extract from the home secretary? Robert: They don't want to make a martyr of him. And with Sybil, they think they could have another Maud Gonne on their hands, or Lady Gregory, or worse if they're not careful. Violet: Lady Gregory, Countess Markievicz...why are the Irish rebels so well born? Robert: Whatever the reason, I don't want Lady Sybil Branson to join their ranks. Mercifully, nor do the Irish authorities. If Tom can stay away, they'll leave him alone. Tom: I can't be kept away from Ireland. Robert: You'll be arrested the moment you touch dry land. [INT. KITCHENS – EVENING] Mrs Patmore: Now then, do what Mr Carson tells you. Jimmy Kent: I know what I'm about. Daisy: Are you all right, Alfred? Alfred: Yes. But shouldn't I be carrying the pork and Jimmy the veg? I am first footman. Mrs Patmore: Never mind that. Up you go. Daisy: I think Alfred's right. Isn't he first footman, like he says. Mrs Patmore: That's for Mr Carson to decide. [Jimmy carries off the pork with a smile.] Mrs Patmore: By heck, it's nice to think we're running at full strength again. Daisy: Really? I'm running at full strength and always have been with no one to help me neither. Mrs Patmore: All in good time, Daisy. All in good time. [INT. DINING ROOM – EVENING] Violet: What do you mean you wrote to a newspaper? No lady writes to a newspaper. Edith: What about Lady Sarah Wilson? She's the daughter of a duke and she worked as a wr journalist. Violet: Well, she's a Churchill. The Churchills are different. Mary: Have we no Churchill blood? Cora: I think Granny's right. Violet: Can somebody write that down? Cora: It's good to have strong views, but notoriety is never helpful. Edith: Well, I've sent it now. Robert: It won't be published. Edith: Thank you for the vote of confidence, Papa. Cora: This is our new footman, Mamma. What should we call you? Jimmy Kent: Jimmy. Mr Carson: James, Your Ladyship. [Carson steps forward and clears his throat.] Mr Carson: This is James. Robert: Welcome to Downton, James. James: Thank you, milord. [James stands there stiffly and looks sideways at Carson before exiting.] Mary: Well done, Carson. That must've cheered up the maids. Violet: He looks like a footman in a musical review. Edith: Poor Alfred. We mustn't allow him to be completely overshadowed. Mr Carson: Quite right, my lady. Hard work and diligence weigh more than beauty in the real world. [Carson steps away.] Violet: If only that were true. [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR – EVENING] [James, Alfred, and Carson descend the stairs.] James: I've never been James in my life. I was Jimmy to Lady Anstruther. [James stops and turns around when Carson speaks.] Mr Carson: I don't care if you were Father Christmas to Lady Anstruther. You're James now, and you will stay James while you're at Downton. [James nods obediently and turns around unhappily.] James: He thinks he's the Big Cheese and no mistake. Alfred: That's 'cause he is the Big Cheese. [O'Brien and Thomas watch James and Alfred enter the kitchens for the next course.] O'Brien: He's nice, that new bloke, isn't he? Thomas: Why do you say that? O'Brien: Oh, only an impression, that's all. [O'Brien leaves. Thomas looks at her, then back at James, considering her comment.] [INT. DINING ROOM – EVENING] [Robert, Tom, and Matthew have drinks after dinner.] Tom: If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. [Tom stands.] Can you tell the others? Robert: Tomorrow we'll make some plans. Tom: I don't know how. [Tom walks toward the door.] Matthew: You've lived out of Ireland before, surely you can again? Tom: But Ireland's coming of age now and I need to be part of that. [Robert sighs in slight annoyance.] Tom: But I know what you've done for me. [Tom and Robert regard one another earnestly.] Tom: I know you kept me free...and I am grateful. Truly. [Tom exits.] Matthew: Poor chap. I'm sure he is grateful. Robert: No, he's not. He says it to keep the peace with Sybil. But then, I only rescued him for Sybil's sake, so I suppose we're even. [Robert takes a sip and Matthew smokes his cigar.] Robert: Did you get a chance to look through the books they brought in? Matthew: As a matter of fact, I did. Robert: Could you make head or tail of them? Matthew: I think so, yes. I was waiting for a...good moment to discuss them. Robert: Oh? Matthew: Yes, there was some...aspects of the way things have been done that I wasn't quite sure about. Robert: You sound like Murray. [Matthew looks worried by Robert's carefree attitude.] Matthew: Do I? Robert: He's always banging on about how we should overhaul this or overhaul that. Nothing's ever right for him. Matthew: Well, I...[?] Robert: Come on, we should let them get in here. We can talk about it another time, if you really want to. [Robert leaves and Matthew thinks over the situation uncomfortably.] [INT. PRISON, BATES'S CELL – EVENING] [Bates is reading when Turner opens the door. Turner tosses a tied stack of letters onto the desk.] Turner: These came for you, Bates. [Bates looks at the letters.] Bates: When? When did they come? Turner: They came when you were out of favour. Now you're in favour again. [Bates rushes to untie the stack. He looks at Turner.] Bates: Why? What have I done? [Turner pauses to think before answering.] Turner: Just watch out for Mr Durrant. You're not a favourite with him. [Turner exits and Bates flips through the letters. Bates chuckles with relieved happiness and opens a letter.] [INT. SERVANTS' HALL/MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM – NIGHT] [Mr Carson looks around and sniffs the air. He sees smoke coming from another room.] Mr Carson: Oh...my... [Carson rushes down the corridor, grabbing a fre pail. He takes off the cover and rushes into Mrs Hughes's sitting room, stopping abruptly when he finds Mrs Hughes sitting there.] MRS HUGHES (chuckling) Oh! Are you going to tip that over me? I was just making myself some toast. You have to set the number on the dial, and I had it up to high. But I've got the hang of it now. [Mrs Hughes takes some lightly toasted bread out of the toaster.] Mrs Hughes: Would you like a piece? Mr Carson: I was worried that Mr Branson might take it into his head to burn the house down, but I didn't think that you would. Mrs Hughes: No? I should never take anything for granted, Mr Carson. [Another servant rushes in with a fre pail.] Mr Carson: No, no, no, no, not now. [Mrs Hughes chuckles and Mr Carson exits with a sigh.] [INT. GUEST BEDROOM – NIGHT] [Sybil sits in bed with a cross look on her face.] Sybil: You never told me you went to those meetings. Tom: I never told you I didn't. Sybil: And what else haven't you told me? Tom: I all I know is, I can't stay here. Not for long. Sybil: You must. And so must I. And you must let the baby be born here. Tom: You're very free with your musts. Sybil: But I will not be free with our child's chances. [Tom gets into bed.] Sybil: We need peace and safety. [Sybil puts her hand over Tom's.] Sybil: Downton can offer us both. [Tom kisses Sybil's cheek, but she still looks sad when he pulls away.] [INT. DINING ROOM – MORNING] [Robert reads the paper as he, Matthew, Edith, and Tom sit down to breakfast.] Robert: God in heaven! "Earl's daughter speaks out for women's rights." [Robert lowers the paper to look at Edith.] Edith: What? Robert: "In a letter to this newspaper today, Lady Edith Crawley, daughter of the earl of Grantham..." [Edith looks excitedly at Matthew, who begins to grin.] Robert: "Condemns the limitations of the women's suffrage bill, and denounces the government's aims to return women to their pre-wr existence." [Edith smiles.] Edith: You said they wouldn't print it. Matthew: Well done. That's most impressive. Robert: Don't say you support her. Matthew: Of course I support her. And so do you, really...when you've...had a chance to think about it. Tom: So I should hope, anyway. [Tom grins at Edith.] Mr Carson: Ugh. Robert: What do you think, Carson? Mr Carson: I would rather not say, my lord. [Matthew smirks and looks at Edith. Edith smiles happily down at her plate.] [INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR – DAY] [Anna climbs the stairs. Mrs Hughes stops at the bottom of the steps.] Mrs Hughes: Anna? Anna: Yes? Mrs Hughes: There's quite a package of letters arrived for you earlier. [Anna walks quickly back down and flips through the letters.] Mrs Hughes: Are they all from Mr Bates? [Anna nods and smiles with tears in her eyes.] Anna: It looks like it. Mrs Hughes: Why so many at once? Anna: (sigh) Oh, I neither know, nor care, just so long as I've got them. [Anna rushes up the steps happily with the letters clutched in her hand.] [INT. KITCHENS – DAY] [Daisy looks through the cupboard. Alfred enters and clasps his hands behind his back.] Alfred: Thanks for sticking up for me last night. Daisy: It won't make any difference. Alfred: Well, no, but it's good to know you're on my side. [Daisy thinks for a moment and gathers her courage and turns around.] Daisy: I am on your side, Alfred. In fact... [Daisy steps down from her stool.] Daisy: There's something I've been wanting to say. Alfred: You've got my attention. [Daisy smiles.] Daisy: Well— Mrs Patmore: Ah, here you are, Daisy. [Mrs Patmore enters with another girl.] Mrs Patmore: I'd like to introduce Miss Ivy Stuart, the new kitchen maid. [Alfred smiles down at the pretty maid.] Mrs Patmore: And this is Daisy, my assistant cook. [Mrs Patmore says the title with a proud flare. Daisy just stares and Mrs Patmore's smile drops in confusion.] Alfred: My, but aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Miss Stuart. [Daisy looks up at Alfred.] Mrs Patmore: That's enough of that. Alfred's a footman, so you'll know enough not to listen to a word he says. Shoo. [Mrs Patmore waves him away. Alfred steps forward and leans down toward Ivy.] Alfred: Tell me if you need any help. [Daisy stares at them. Alfred begins to leave, then turns around.] Alfred: Sorry, Daisy, what were you saying? Daisy: Nothing. Don't matter now. [Alfred leaves and Ivy steps up to Daisy with a smile.] IVY STUART I hope we're going to get on. [Daisy pouts.] Daisy: We don't have to get on. We have to work together. [Daisy turns back to her cupboard.] [INT. THE DOWER HOUSE – DAY] [Matthew visits Violet. He voice is anxious.] Matthew: A situation has arisen, and...I'm not quite sure which way to turn. Violet: Well, obviously, if you've turned to me. Matthew: Robert won't discuss the matter. And Mary is affronted by the very mention of it. But given that I've sunk my own fortune, alongside everyone else's, into... Violet: Into—into Downton. Matthew: I feel a duty, apart from anything else, to do what I can. Violet: About? Matthew: Downton is being mismanaged, Cousin Violet, and something must be done. The thing is, how do I do it without putting people's noses out of joint? Violet: Oh, my dear. Oh, I doubt there is a way to achieve that. I mean, you must do what needs to be done, of course, but...oh, I think I can safely say a great many noses will be out of joint. [Matthew nods.] [INT. PRISON, BATES'S CELL/HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM – NIGHT] [Bates sits on the bed reading his post with a big smile. Anna curls up in bed with a letter, crying with happiness. They both read into the night, delighting in the letters from each other.]	{"type": "series", "show": "Downton Abbey", "episode": "03x04 - Episode Four"}	foreverdreaming
Narrator: [\i ]To stay incognito, Gohan has obtained a transformation device.[\i ] [Original: To not get exposed, Gohan, got a transformation mechanism.] Gohan: Well then, I'm going! Goten: Have a nice day! Goten: Onii-chan, you're so cool! Gohan: I know, right? Gohan: I'll ask Bulma-san to make you one too sometime. Gohan: From now on, feel free to use Kintoun. Gohan: Good! At this speed, I'll be there in around twenty minutes. Gohan: This is nice. Gohan: From now on, I can sleep some more in the morning. Teacher: From that time, Teacher: the new energetic molecule is, Teacher: unusual and complicated- Student: Did you hear? Student: Just yesterday, a new ally of justice has appeared. Student: He's not the legendary Golden Warrior. Student: Yeah, I heard! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: It's about me! Student: His outfit is totally lame but, it seems he's quite strong. Student: It seems he's called Great Taiyaman. Gohan: Wrong! Gohan: It's Great Saiyaman. Student: Why do you know about that? Gohan: I-I've heard it... Directly from person who saw it. Teacher: May I continue the lesson, Son Gohan-kun? Gohan: Ah-Yes! Videl: This is Videl! Thought/Flashback,Voice: A bus jacking is in progress. Thought/Flashback,Voice: It's at the bus terminal in East District. Videl: Understood. I'm coming right away. [Understood. I'm on my way.][dunno why the nd line came to my mind imidiately ] Videl: Professor, I'm going out for a while. Teacher: Good job. Be careful. [Gokurou sama can be translated as "Keep up the good work" too.] Gohan: What happened with Videl-san? Ireza: Videl's hobby is being an ally of justice. Gohan: What?! Ireza: Well she [\i ]is[\i ] the daughter of Mr. Satan, the man who saved the world. Ireza: And because she's strong, the police asks for her help sometimes. Gohan: S-She is? Sharpner: Don't take Videl lightly. Sharpner: She's way stronger than me. Sharpner: Well, her strength is comparable with Mr. Satan's. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: Strength comparable with Mr. Satan? Thought/Flashback,Gohan: It can't be... If it's the same as Mr. Satan... Teacher: Hey, you! Gohan: Toilet! Gohan: Transformation! Gohan: W-Where is it? The bus terminal... Policeman: As you demanded, we handed over the ransom! Policeman: Start releasing the hostages, immediately! Villain: Idiots! Villain: Make a run! Policeman: Don't sh*t! You'll ht the hostages! Policeman: Woah! That's Videl-san's helicopter! Police: Videl-sama! Please take care of it! Villain: Aniki! Up there! Gohan: There it is! Gohan: She's doing pretty good. Villain: Damn! Videl: You! And You! And You! [during the fight, she says kono kono kono XD] Villains: Sorry! Sorry! [and the villains says sumimasen, sumimasen XD] Videl: You... you damn it! [after beating the driver she say kono kono chikusho hahaha I missed those effects XD] Grandma: Wow! Videl-san has won by a knockout! Civilian: One picture for commemoration. Civilian: Ah! The bus! Videl: T-That's... Civilians: Thank you, thank you! Videl: You are? Gohan: I am Gohan: the one that never forgives evil! Gohan: An Ally of Justice! Gohan: Great Saiyaman! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: It was perfect! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: Last evening I practiced it for two hours! Thought/Flashback,Videl: Lame... Thought/Flashback,Videl: This is the ally of justice, Great Saiyaman? Gohan: I must be going, Videl-san. Thought/Flashback,Videl: How does he know my name? [everyone knows her, but a super hero can't know her... awesome logic XD] Civilians: Thank you! Bye! Goten: Where could Chibi have gone... Goten: When I came by two days ago, he was still here, Onii-chan... Gohan: He only just hatched so he can't fly yet. Gohan: Now that you mention it, I don't see the Toto couple either. Gohan: Okay, let's search some more. Goten: Yeah! Chichi: I see, so you didn't find them? Goten: I wonder if something happened. Thought/Flashback,Speaker: In the Circus Show that started today, a monster's baby has become the main attraction. [main attraction? it would be better that way probably] Thought/Flashback,Speaker: This rare baby was caught recently by the promotor, Musuka and Thought/Flashback,Speaker: the audience was delighted by its lovely and charming appearance. Goten: It's Chibi! Chichi: What's with the lovely and charming... It's scared. Gohan: It was probably caught when the Toto couple were away. Goten: Chibi looks sad, Onii-chan. Gohan: Don't worry Goten. Leave it to me. Gohan: Is this the place? Person: Stay quiet. [Stay peaceful?] Gohan: It's okay Chibi. It's me, Gohan. Gohan: You're okay now. Gohan: Let's go back to your parents. Gohan: Upsy daisy. Person: Bad news, Musuka-san! Person: The monster was kidnapped! Musuka: What did you say?! Musuka: He's the culprit, please catch him! Policeman: Even if it's Great Saiyaman, we can't let him go. Policeman: Return the baby monster peacefully! Gohan: I can't do that! Gohan: Okay, now's our chance! Gohan: If I don't take him out of the city quickly... Videl: Stop right there, Great Saiyaman! Videl: I see you've given up being the ally of justice by acting like a thief, Great Saiyaman! [burglar? or bandit?] Gohan: Thief is a harsh word... Videl: Return monster baby peacefully! Videl: If you refuse, I'll take it back by force. Videl: I don't care that you'll lose to me and be unmasked, Great Saiyaman. Gohan: [\i ]Of all things, Videl-san is vulnerable at a time like this...[\i ] [it ends with "yowattana"] Musuka: What are you waiting for? Musuka: Catching a thief is the work of police, isn't it?! Policeman: It's okay. We can leave it to Videl-san. Gohan: Please wait, Videl-san. Videl: You scared? Videl: Or are you underestimating me because I'm a woman? Videl: I'll make you understand how much of a mistake you're making! Videl: I want to know you're identity, but I'm also interested in how strong you are. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: As expected from Videl-san. At least she's stronger than Mr. Satan. Gohan: Forgive me. Videl: What are you apologizing for! Musuka: Now's my chance. Gohan: Chibi! Videl: You should worry about yourelf, not that thing, Great Saiyaman! Videl: If it wasn't like that, it wouldn't be interesting. Gohan: Chibi. Musuka: Shut up, you monster! Gohan: C-Crap... Civilians: Monsters! Policeman: sht! Gohan: Please, Videl-san, take Chibi away from here. Gohan: If we just return Chibi, they'll calm down. Videl: I-I see. Gohan: Now, quickly. Gohan: Before this gets bad. Videl: I-I understand. Videl: Don't sht! Gohan: Calm down, Toto! Gohan: We'll return Chibi! Gohan: So don't be mad anymore! Gohan: It's me Toto, have you forgotten?! Gohan: It's Goha.. Gohan: No... No, no, no... Videl: Perhaps you were about to say "Gohan", right?! Gohan: V-Videl-san, please stop... Videl: No! You're identity is Son Gohan-kun right? Videl: Is that true? Until you say it clearly, I'm not letting go! Gohan: What are you saying at time like this?! Gohan: Watch out, Videl-san! Gohan: Toto, forgive me! Gohan: Don't worry Chibi, you're dad is just unconscious. Videl: Great Saiyaman... Gohan: Videl-san, I leave the rest to you. Bye! Gohan: Good for you, Chibi. Gohan: You aren't scared now that you're with your mom, even if you're flying, are you? Gohan: Oh boy, what a happy guy. Goten: Hey! I'm glad that everyone is okay! Goten: Thanks, Onii-chan! Satan: I can watch myself put the beatdown on people all day. Satan: Videl, if you're aiming to be a great champion like your father, than you have to train much more. Videl: The World Martial Arts Tournament, huh? I can't wait for it. [Tenkaichi Budoukai states for "The Best Under the Sky Martial Arts Tournament. I don't recall exactly if it was translated in DB Kai Cell arc, but as far I remember it was usually translated as just Martial Arts Tournament] Videl: But Papa, rumors say that the champion before you was quite strong too. Satan: Ah, the one called Son Goku. Satan: He was a mysterious man that used some unexplained tricks. Satan: Even so, he barely came up to my feet in terms of strength. [Editor-san, please make this line pretty _][Hai, TL-san] Satan: If he had come to the last tournament, Papa would have bat him for sure. Videl: [\i ]Son... Son Goku.[\i ] Gohan: This is bad! I'm late! Videl: Good morning, Son Gohan-kun. Gohan: Ah, Videl-san, good morning. Videl: Thank you for yesterday. Gohan: No, I'm glad that you're okay too. Videl: You can't hide it from me anymore. Videl: Great Saiyaman's true identity is you, Son Gohan-kun! Gohan: D-Damn it... Even though my disguise was so perfect. Videl: I thought I recognized that voice and style of talking. Videl: Anyway, why did you go so far and wear such a strange outfit? Gohan: My comrades said that if I want to live normally then no one can find out that I'm strong. Gohan: That's why... Videl: Comrades? Gohan: Ah, no... that's... Videl: Hey, are you the Golden Warrior too? Gohan: That's not me. Videl: Hm? Is that so? Gohan: It is! Gohan: [\i ]I can't let anyone know about that one.[\i ] Videl: Well, it's okay. Gohan: Videl-san, please keep it a secret from everyone. Videl: That depends on the circumstances. Videl: Hey, you're going to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament next month right? Gohan: Hm? Martial Arts Tournament? Videl: You don't know about it? The tournament that decides who the strongest fighter is coming back. Videl: My Papa is the current champion and, I don't know his face, but the champion before him was Son Goku. Gohan: W-Wow. Videl: The same surname as yours, right? Videl: It's unusual these days to have your surname and name separated. Videl: I think that man, Son Goku, is your father. Right? Gohan: [\i ]This girl's pretty sharp...[\i ] Videl: I thought so. Videl: So what are you going to do? You're gonna participate right? Videl: It would be interesting if the current and past champions' children fought each other, right? Videl: To take out a monster with one ht. Videl: I'm sure a fight with you would be a good one. Gohan: No, I think I'll pass. I'm not interested in those things. Videl: If you don't participate, I'll tell everyone. Videl: Son Gohan is the Great Saiyaman's true indentity. Gohan: T-That's! Videl: Its fine, right? No one will know if you participate as Great Saiyaman. Gohan: But! Videl: You want to get exposed? Gohan: I-I understand. I'll participate. Videl: Great! Then it's decided. Videl: Everyone looks so weak, so I wanted someone who would put up some fight. Gohan: [\i ]I'm bat. This is so strange...[\i ] Videl: Ah, one more thing Son Gohan-kun. Gohan: There's more? Videl: Next time, teach me how to fly, okay? Videl: It's unfair that only you can fly. Gohan: Ah, okay. Videl: Bye. I'm looking forward to it, Son Gohan-kun. Gohan: You can't match her at all. Bulma: So you're going to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament? Gohan: Yes. Bulma: So, why are you worried about participating? Gohan: You see, there is a girl in my class, she's daughter of Mr. Satan. Bulma: What? Mr. Satan? Bulma: Mr. Satan is the world champion martial artist that got in your way during the Cell games, right? Bulma: Wow, his daughter is your classmate. Gohan: Yeah, but she's quite a good person. Gohan: The type that can't let bad guys get away. Gohan: But she discovered my identity because of the voice and that wound. Gohan: She said that if I don't participate, then she will expose my identity. Bulma: You're clumsy about things like that. Bulma: Even if you're reliable, you still inherited your father's blood. Bulma: So, what? Do you want to put something in your helmet to change your voice? Gohan: That's not it. Gohan: It seems that in the World Martial Arts Tournament, you can't wear helmets, protectors or anything like that. Gohan: Then I wonder if there's anything that could replace the helmet. Bulma: So in short, you can't wear anything that would decrease damage, right? Bulma: That's easy. Bulma: You're okay as long as you don't get exposed, right? Gohan: Wow, I see now! Gohan: There was such an easy way to do it! Gohan: What do you think Trunks-kun? Cool, isn't it? Trunks: No comment. Bulma: But, it'll be so boring because you'll bat everyone, even if you hold back. Vegeta: I wonder about that. Vegeta: That Tournament... If you're participating, then I will, too. Gohan: W-What? Vegeta: Back then, there was a big gap in power. Vegeta: But I wonder how it is now. Vegeta: While you were living a peaceful life, I continued my training. Bulma: True. He doesn't work at all, this man. Bulma: He's the same as your father. Bulma: I wonder if Saiyains don't work at all. Trunks: That's amazing! Dad and Gohan-san are going to fight? Thought/Flashback,Goku: I'll participate too, Gohan! Gohan: Dad! Gohan: It's Dad's voice! Bulma: Son-kun? Vegeta: Kakkarot! Trunks: Who is that? Gohan: Dad, is it true? Goku: Yeah! It's been a while, everyone. Gohan: Are you doing well, Dad? Goku: Yeah. I'm as good as a dad person can be. Gohan: Will you really really be able to come to World Martial Arts Tournament? Goku: Yeah! It seems that Fortuneteller Baba will be able to send me back for one day. Goku: I'll be there on the day of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Goku: Gohan and Vegeta are going to participate, so I'm going too. Gohan: Great! Hooray! Trunks: Who is that? Vegeta: I'm looking forward to it, Kakkarot. Vegeta: Be prepared, I've become much stronger. Goku: Same goes for me, Vegeta. Goku: Bye for now, I'll see you on the day of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Vegeta: That's good. This got interesting. Bulma: Good for you, Gohan-kun. Bulma: We have to tell quickly your mother, Goten-kun, Krillin-kun and the others. Gohan: Yes! Trunks: Who was that? Gohan: Right! Vegeta-san how about you wear a costume like mine so your identity doesn't get exposed either. Vegeta: As if I would! I don't mind getting it exposed at all! Gohan: So see you on the day of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Gohan: I'm going to go tell everyone about it! Bulma: Give them our regards! Trunks: Bye, bye! Gohan: Dad is coming back! He's coming back! Narrator: [\i ]Somehow Goku is coming back.[\i ] Narrator: [\i ]Something has lifted Gohan's spirit for the World Martial Arts Tournament.[\i ] Narrator: [\i ]Gohan's spirit also rose after getting information about the unexpected surprise.[\i ] Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Martial Arts Tournament, huh? It was a long while! Goku: If everyone's participating, I'm going to do so! Gohan: I have to train seriously too! Videl: Gohan-kun, the promise about teaching me how to fly. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: What? I can't do my own training like this. Title: Exposed[\i ]! Title: Son Gohan is the New Hero Title: Next Time Title: Gohan's the Teacher[\i ]! Title: Videl's Manual to Flying Technique Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x100 - Found Out! The New Hero is Son Gohan\" / \"A New Hero, Great Saiyaman, Is Born!"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Videl finally discovered that the true identity of Great Saiyaman is Gohan. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Gohan has been blackmailed by Videl into participating in the Martial Arts Tournament. Vegeta: That Tournament... Vegeta: If you're participating, then I will too. Goku: I'll participate too! Goku: It's been a while, everyone. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Somehow, Goku, in order to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: is coming back from the Other World, just for one day. Kuririn: What?! Goku too?! Really?! Gohan: He stopped shaving his head since he's not fighting. This is Krillin-san. Kamesennin: It's been a while since we saw Goku. Kuririn: Martial Arts Tournament, huh? Kuririn: Maybe I should participate, too? Gohan: Let's do it together! Kuririn: But... If Goku and Vegeta are participating, I definitely won't be able to win... Gohan: You should participate! Gohan: Apparently, you get a reward 'til the th place! C : How much is the reward? Gohan: Hm... The winner gets Ƶ million, the second gets Ƶ million, Gohan: third - Ƶ million, fourth - Ƶ million, fifth - around Ƶ million. C : Participate Krillin! I'll take part too! Kuririn: Right. Let's try it! Kamesennin: Now, what should I do? Kuririn: Hey, don't tell Piccolo. If you do that, my chances of taking the fifth place will go down. Gohan: Well, that's not going to happen... Kuririn: By the way, why are you wearing such weird, lame clothes? Gohan: What are you saying? It's cool! Gohan: Your sense of fashion has grown dull too, Krillin-san... Kuririn: Wha-? Gohan: Bye! Piccolo: I see. That certainly seems interesting. Gohan: Right? Piccolo: I'll participate too. Gohan: What about you Dende? Dende: No, I won't participate. Dende: I'm not really a warrior Namekian. Piccolo: By the way, Gohan, what's with that strange outfit? Gohan: Even you, Piccolo-san? Don't you think it's cool? Gohan: I don't know where Tenshinhan-san and the others are... Gohan: I think Bulma-san will contact Yamcha-san. Gohan: But I think Mom will be excited if Dad comes back, even for a day. Gohan: Goten will see his father for the first time. Gohan: I wonder if Mom will allow me to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament though... [TLC please] Gohan: Now that I'm going to participate, I want to win. [TLC please] Gohan: But my body has become too weak for that... Gohan: I don't think I'll stand a chance unless I skip school to train hard. Chichi: What?! Chichi: You're saying that Goku-san is coming back from the Other World for the Martial Arts Tournament? Chichi: That's big news! You should have said that earlier! Chichi: Aren't you happy, Goten?! Chichi: You'll get to see your father for a day. Chichi: What should I do? I've grown old. Chichi: In the Other World, you don't age, right? Chichi: Maybe I should visit the beauty salon. Chichi: How many years have passed? Seven? What should I do? Gohan: Um... Mom, would it be okay if I participate too, Gohan: in the Martial Arts Tournament? Chichi: What? Gohan: The winner gets Ƶ million. Gohan: Even for the second place you get Ƶ million... Chichi: Ƶ million?! Chichi: Participate, Gohan-chan! Chichi: With your father, we will get Ƶ million! Gohan: We don't know if I'll win for sure. Chichi: No, one of you will win for sure! Gohan: But to do that I will have to skip school a little to train. Chichi: I don't mind! Train! It'll be fine if you catch up later. Chichi: Heaven's blessing! There isn't much left of Father's fortune, and I was worried. Gohan: Goten, will you help me with training starting tomorrow? Goten: Yeah! Gohan: Okay, let's start with becoming Super Saiya-jin. Gohan: Good, let's start, shall we? Goten: Yeah! Gohan: That should do it. Goten: What are you going to do with all of these stones? Gohan: This is an exercise to improve my reflexes. Gohan: Goten, throw some stones at me from around this line. Goten: Okay, I understand. Gohan: All right, Goten, throw them! Goten: Is it okay from this close? Gohan: I wanted to get closer, but for starters, let's try this distance. Goten: Really? You won't get hurt? Gohan: I'll be fine, throw as hard as you can. Goten: Let's go then, Nii-chan. Gohan: Okay, go ahead! Goten: One, two and go! Gohan: Woah! Goten: Wow, amazing! As expected from Nii-chan! Goten: Let's throw one after another, then. Gohan: Woah, Goten, time out! Gohan: Maybe it will be better if you throw it from here, Goten. Gohan: All right, Nii-chan. Gohan: All right, I've gotten used to it. Gohan: Goten, you can come closer. Gohan: You can come much much closer. Gohan: What is it, Goten? Goten: Hey, can I be just like you? Gohan: Like me? What do you mean by that? Goten: I want to become Super Saiya-jin. Gohan: You can if you want, but I don't think you can do it. Gohan: To become Super Saiya-jin, Gohan: you have to train really hard, and use anger as a motive and finally you- Gohan: What?! Gohan: Goten... since when... can you... Goten: I've forgotten! Gohan: I can't believe it... Gohan: Even me, and Dad had a hard time becoming Super Saiya-jin. Gohan: Say, Goten, would you like to spar with me? Gohan: You know what 'sparring' is? Goten: Yeah! While you were studying, Mom often told me about it! Gohan: Does Mom know that you can become Super Saiya-jin? Goten: Yes. Goten: I showed it to her once, and she got mad. Goten: She said I look like a delinquent, so she told me not to do it. Gohan: That's because Mom hates Super Saiya-[\i ]jin[\i ]s. Gohan: All right, Goten. Bring it! Goten: Ah! That's not fair, Nii-chan! Goten: Flying in the air is unfair. Unfair! Gohan: What? What's with you? Gohan: Could it be, you can't fly? Gohan: Even though you're able to become Super Saiya-jin. Goten: I can't fly! Gohan: The order is messed up... Gohan: Okay, I'll teach you how to fly! Goten: Hooray! Gohan: Hm? That's... No way... Gohan: V-Videl-san! Gohan: Ah, right! I told her I'd teach her how to fly... Gohan: You see, Goten, a girl that goes to the same school as me is coming, but Gohan: you can't show her your strength. Gohan: More importantly, you can't become Super Saiya-[\i ]jin[\i ]. Goten: Because she'll think I'm a delinquent? Gohan: Well... something like that. Gohan: So, let's get back quickly. Goten: But as expected, you're amazing. I couldn't even ht you once. Gohan: You have an amazing fighting talent as well. Gohan: I was surprised. I didn't know you were that strong. Gohan: If we train hard, maybe you could participate in the Martial Arts Tournament too? Goten: Really? But Trunks-kun is much stronger than I am. Goten: When we play showdown, I'm no match for him whatsoever. Gohan: Seriously? You guys have been playing like that? Goten: Yeah! It's fun! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: If I get careless, the young ones will get stronger than me... Chichi: You really didn't come here to ask Gohan-chan out for a date? Videl: I'm telling you I'm not. Gohan: Hey! Goten: Mom, I'm back. Chichi: Welcome home. Gohan: V-Videl-san, how did you know where I live? Videl: All I had to do was look in the register. Videl: Anyway, what's wrong with you? Suddenly giving a notice of temporary absence? Videl: You promised to teach me how to fly, right? Gohan: O-Of course, I'll teach you... Chichi: Gohan-chan. Gohan: Yes? Chichi: Is it true that this girl is also participating in the Tournament? Gohan: It's true, Mom. Gohan: Videl was the one who told me about the Martial Arts Tournament in the first place. Chichi: Oh? If that's the case, fine then. Chichi: You, as a token of appreciation, don't do any perverted things to Gohan-chan. Videl: There's no way I would do that! Gohan: It doesn't look like I'll be able to train peacefully for a while. Gohan: Well then, I'm going to teach you two 'Bukuujutsu', the flying technique. Gohan: It's all about Ki control, so it's not anything difficult. Gohan: Well, the faster you want to fly, the harder it gets. Videl: Ki control? Gohan: Hey, what's a Ki? Gohan: What is it? Ah, I see. You call it differently. Gohan: It's the hidden energy or power inside your body. Videl: What is that? Hidden power? Goten: It's this. Gohan: Yes, yes, this kind of strength. Videl: No way. Gohan: So what do you call the Ki? Videl: Perhaps... Trick? Gohan: Trick? It's totally different from a trick. Gohan: We don't have any devices. Videl: [Orig, TLC please : Than I'll tell you straightly! I don't know anything about such magic!] Then I'll be honest! I don't know anything about such magic! Gohan: Not at all? That's troublesome... Videl: Hey, would it be impossible to fly if I don't have Ki? Gohan: It's okay, it's okay, everybody has Ki. Gohan: It's just that controlling it is difficult. Videl: Really? Gohan: Really. Goten, we're going to do Bukuujutsu later. Gohan: We'll do it after I teach Videl-san how to use Ki. Gohan: Okay now, quietly and calmly... Gohan: You slowly pull out the strength that resides within you. Videl: Wow. Gohan: Now, try it. Gohan: Quietly and calmly. Gohan: No, not forcefully. Gohan: If you're not calm, you can't pull out Ki. You have to concentrate. Gohan: Thanks for the food![Since it's a subtitle, it felt better to have this translated.][Ori: Itadakimasu! ][I'm leaving itadakimasu since it doesn't have any translation. It's more natural that way too.] Goten: Thanks for the food! Videl: Thank you for inviting me for dinner. Chichi: It can't be helped. Chichi: I can't leave one person without food. Videl: Ah, it's tasty! Videl: It's much tastier than the kind our cook makes! Chichi: Cook? What, does your family run a restaurant? Videl: No. I'm talking about the cook that we hired at our house. Chichi: Did you say a hired cook? Chichi: Could it be that your family is rich? Chichi: How many rooms are there in your house? Ten? Twenty? Videl: How many are there be? Perhaps fifty? Chichi: Fifty?! You guys are super rich, aren't you?! Chichi: When are you guys going to marry? Gohan: Good, good, that's it. Gohan: That's Ki. Gohan: As expected, you picked it up quickly because of your martial arts training, Videl-san. Videl: Hey, do you think I can fly yet? Gohan: I-I don't think so, you have to be able to control your Ki at will. South Kaiou: What an old-fashioned training you're doing here. Kita Kaiou: If it isn't Southern Kaiou. It's been a while. South Kaiou: So this is the first or second in terms of strength in the Northern Area, Son Goku. South Kaiou: How heavy are the weights he's wearing? Kita kaiou: It's nothing impressive, only two tons each. South kaiou: Two tons? Kita Kaiou: You look surprised. South Kaiou: Don't be stupid. That's my "doesn't surprise me at all" face. South Kaiou: This one has come from my South Area, Papoi. South Kaiou: If you compare them, yours seem like nothing. North Kaiou: How about that? Soon, on a planet called Earth, a fighting tournament will take place. North Kaiou: He is participating on special conditions. North Kaiou: Shall we let Papoi-kun participate as well? South Kaiou: Sounds good, he'll certainly chicken out. South Kaiou: No doubts it'll be our win. North Kaiou: Hey, Goku, how about you try some heavier weights? Goku: Sure, how heavy will they be? North Kaiou: Hm, let's see... How does ten tons sound? South Kaiou: T-Ten tons he says? That's a lie right? Goku: Ten tons? That's rather impossible, isn't it? Goku: I won't be able to move. South Kaiou: Right, right. South Kaiou: No matter what, that's absurd. South Kaiou: As always, you like silly jokes, Northern Kaiou. North Kaiou: Goku, you can become Super Saiya-[\i ]jin[\i ]. Goku: If that's the case, then it's all right. North Kaiou: Southern Kaiou, try changing the weights to ten tons yourself. South Kaiou: I-It's ten tons. Combined, those weights will totaled forty tons. South Kaiou: I'm really doing it! It's okay, right? Goku: Yeah! South Kaiou: I'm really, really doing it! North Kaiou: Do it already. South Kaiou: I don't care if you get injured! [TLC please] South Kaiou: Ten tons, BAM! North Kaiou: In Earth time, the Martial Arts Tournament will take place in days. North Kaiou: Papoi-kun, please participate enthusiastically too. South Kaiou: Papoi, on second thought, these kind of tournaments are boring, right? South Kaiou: Let's decide after giving it some thought. South Kaiou: It will probably be better if you don't participate in a stupid tournament like that. Gohan: Great! You went up! You're floating a little! Videl: Shh! Be quiet, I can't concentrate like this! Gohan: Isn't it amazing, floating on your first day! Videl: I wonder about that. Goten: I did it! I did it, Nii-chan! Goten: Hey! Look at me! Look! Look! Gohan: Goten had perfect control over his Ki since the start! Gohan: If you could do the same, there wouldn't be anything to teach. Gohan: You will be able to fly like that in no time. Videl: I'll come tomorrow as well. Gohan: Why? It seems like you've almost got it. Gohan: Just practicing by yourself now should be enough- Videl: I want to know more about Ki. Videl: Or am I a bother here? Gohan: N-No, no, it's not like that... Videl: See you tomorrow, then. Videl: Bye. Videl: Goodbye. Gohan: One more thing. Videl: What is it? Gohan: A-About your hair... Videl: What? Gohan: I think it would be better if it were shorter. Videl: You prefer short hair? Gohan: What?! I-It's not about personal preference... Gohan: I thought you'd have the advantage during a fight if they were short. Gohan: You see, when it's long, it can get into your eyes or an opponent could grab it- Videl: SHUT UP! Leave it! That's MY business to mind! Goten: Why did Onee-chan get angry? Gohan: I don't know... Gohan: More importantly... I can't train! Vegeta: Don't overdo it, Trunks! Vegeta: It would be better if you leave the room. Vegeta: It's impossible for you to handle times gravity. Trunks: I got a call yesterday evening from Goten-kun. Trunks: Goten-kun says he's participating in the tournament, so I'm going too! Vegeta: It's almost like a festival mood. Trunks: As I thought, it'll be painful like this. Trunks: I'll just be Super Saiya-[\i ]jin[\i ]. Trunks: Easy! Easy! Vegeta: He... Since when... Trunks: Easy! Easy! Vegeta: This not even a joke! Vegeta: The legendary warrior state, Super Saiya-[\i ]jin[\i ], is achieved with such ease! Vegeta: Trunks. Trunks: Yes? Vegeta: Can Son Gohan's little brother become a Super Saiya-[\i ]jin[\i ] too? Trunks: Yes. Vegeta: It's almost like Super Saiya-[\i ]jin[\i ]s are on sale... Vegeta: Come at me! Trunks: No matter how you look at it, you're too strong, Father. Vegeta: Come at me already. Vegeta: How about this, if you ht my face at least once, I'll take you to an amusement park. Trunks: Really? You will? Vegeta: Come at me with all your strength! Trunks: Here I go! Trunks: You're cruel, fighting back... Vegeta: Don't be so soft. I never said I wouldn't fight back. Trunks: That's... Vegeta: Don't cry! Vegeta: I'll take you to the amusement park. Trunks: Yay! Vegeta: By the way, which one of you is stronger, you, or Son Gohan's little brother? Trunks: I'm a little bit stronger! Trunks: Goten-kun is one year younger than me and still can't fly! Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: A little bit, huh? What's going on here, jeez?! Gohan: Let's hurry and train some more without any interruptions. Goten: Nii-chan, who is this person? Videl: So, let's continue where we left yesterday. Gohan: V-Videl-san... As I thought, I don't understand girls... Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Pleasure finds itself within the hidden potential of Goten and Trunks. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: What remains a mystery, are the feelings of Videl, who cut her hair completely. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: To Gohan, it's absolutely incomprehensible. Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Ya hoo! Hello everyone! It's been a while! Have you been? Gohan: Dad! Chichi: Goku-san, we've been waiting for you! Chichi: Hey Goten, why are you so shy, it's your dad! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: At last, everyone can participate in the tournament! Title: Gohan's the Teacher[\i ]! Title: Videl's Manual to Flying Technique Title: Next Time Title: The Dragon Team, All Assembled[\i ]! Title: Son Goku has Returned[\i ]!! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x101 - Videl's Crisis? Gohan's Urgent Call-out!"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: There is about a month left until the Tournament. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Gohan and Goten have gn their training. Goten: Can I be like you? ['just' seems too much, he only meant the saiyan thingy] Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Videl has also started her flying training. Gohan: Isn't it amazing, floating in just one day! Videl: I wonder about that. Goten: I did it! I did it! Videl: Now, let's continue where we left off yesterday. Videl: Look! I'm able to float quite well, aren't I? Gohan: Good, good. It's perfect now. Gohan: Looks like I have nothing to teach you anymore, right? Videl: Hey, how many days would it take to be able to fly like that? Gohan: W-Well, I wonder... I have no idea... Videl: I'll be coming over until then. Gohan: W-What? Gohan: Wait a second. Gohan: Goten! Please, don't fly that fast when Videl-san is around! Goten: Why? Gohan: Doesn't matter why. Just don't. Goten: Okay. Videl: What's up? Gohan: Oh, nothing, just a little advice. Videl: Time for a little break. Videl: By the way, I'm keeping our training a secret from my Papa. Videl: I plan to shock him when I present it for the first time during the match. Gohan: I-I see. Gohan: It may be better that way. Videl: Besides, it would be bad if Papa knew I'm coming over to a man's house. Videl: He's very protective of me. Thought/Flashback,Satan: Listen up, Videl. Thought/Flashback,Satan: You're not allowed to date a man unless he's stronger than me! Videl: There's no way such man exists in this world. Videl: Papa is the world champion, after all. Videl: Well, I'd say you're on the right track. Videl: Though, you'd still be no match for Papa. Gohan: H-Hey, do you train with your father often? Videl: What? A training? There's no way he'd that. Videl: He's a champion! Videl: Lately, he hasn't trained me at all. Videl: That's why I use a self-taught style. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: As expected. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: Videl-san hasn't noticed she's already much stronger than Mr. Satan. Gohan: S-Say, what if your father would lose to someone? Gohan: It would be quite a shock, right? Videl: I don't think so. Videl: Papa gets carried away too much. Videl: Even though he says it's because of Mama's death. Videl: He seduces various women, using the name of Champion. Videl: A loss would serve him right. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: Okay, okay! I won't hurt Videl-san even if I defeat Mr. Satan. Videl: So, let's continue. Videl: While we're at it, whom did you learn martial arts from? Gohan: Hm... From an acquaintance of ours, and from our deceased Father. Videl: So, your father was quite strong, after all, wasn't he? Gohan: Yeah, super strong. Goten: Hey, Hey! Because Father will also participate in the Martial Arts Tournament, Goten: he will come back for one day! Videl: What? Come back, you say? Videl: What do you mean? Videl: Isn't he dad? Gohan: Y-You're an idiot Goten! I told you to not say that! Videl: Ah, I see! Videl: Did your father run away from home in the past, by any chance? Videl: Then he secretly told you that he'll enter the Tournament. Videl: Is that right? Gohan: What? H-Hm... Videl: We're both having a hard time because of our parents. Gohan: Y-Yeah... Videl: Well then, let's forget about that, and do special training! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And after few days. Videl: Careful, careful! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: As expected, Videl-san is something else. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: In only ten days, she was able to fly quite freely. Gohan: Yeah, you're really good at it now. Videl: Thanks, Gohan-kun. Videl: Now I can devote myself to training for Martial Arts Tournament without restrain. Videl: Well then, let's meet at the Tournament. Goodbye. Gohan/Goten: Goodbye. Goten: Onee-chan has finally gone home. Gohan: Yeah. Gohan: Goten, now we can do some training! Goten: Yes. Gohan: Well then, let's go, Goten! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And now, as the Martial Arts Tournament draws near, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: everyone has gn their last training phase. Videl: Papa. Satan: Yeah, Videl? Videl: Is it okay if you don't train? Satan: There's no need for that. Satan: My victory is inevitable. I'm the best, after all. Baba: Goku. Where is Goku? Baba: It's almost time for the Martial Arts Tournament to start on Earth. North Kaiou: Goku is over there. North Kaiou: He's finishing his training and is meditating. Bulma: Hey, I wonder if Son-kun will really come. Gohan: He will, for sure. Kame Sennin: How many years passed since we last saw Goku? Kame Sennin: I'm looking forward to it. Gyuumaou: It truly was a long time since we last saw him. Chichi: Yamcha-san, you're not participating in the Tournament? Yamcha: There's no way I could participate. Yamcha: I'd only embarrass myself. Gohan: With that hair style, Dad won't recognize you. Kuririn: Probably. Gohan: By the way, Vegeta-san, Gohan: Goten and Trunks as well, Gohan: how about we restrain from using Super Saiya-jin forms during the tournament? Vegeta: Why is that? Bulma: You don't understand? Bulma: During the battle with Cell, you were on the TV. People might recognize you. Bulma: If you transform into a Super Saiya-jin, Bulma: they would realize - "Ah! Those were the guys from back then!". Gohan: Yes, it would stir things up for sure. Gohan: Especially on TV. Vegeta: Hmph! You just simply bat up people like that. Gohan: It doesn't work that way. Vegeta: Well fine, Super Saiya-jin or not, the outcome will be the same. Vegeta: It won't affect my superiority. Trunks: We're fine with this, too! Goten: Yeah! Gohan: Then it's settled. Thanks everyone. Kuririn: That will save my life. Kuririn: That would be like cheating. Bulma: Ah! It's there! It's that island! Bulma: The Grounds of the Martial Arts Tournament. Man: Welcome! Kid: I wanna eat that! Kid: I wanna eat that! Buy some for me as well! Kuririn: Whoa, there's a lot of people here for some reason. Bulma: So true, how annoying. Yamcha: I wonder, is Goku here already? Gyuumaou: What's that? Kid: Mr. Satan! Looks like Mr. Satan has arrived! Kuririn: Mr. Satan, huh? Kuririn: Seems like the hero that saved the Earth has appeared. Bulma: He's really popular. Satan: Satan Fans from all around the world! Sorry to keep you waiting! Redactress: Welcome Mr. Satan. What are your chances of winning this Tournament? Satan: Frankly speaking, my estimation lies around %! Redactor: Looks like your daughter is participating, too, this time. Redactor: You've cut your hair as a sign of determination? Videl: You're noisy, leave me alone. Satan: Easy win, easy win! Yamcha: That old man is the same as ever. Goten: Nii-chan, it's Piccolo-san! Gohan: Piccolo-san, have you seen Dad anywhere? Piccolo: Is that you Gohan? No, I haven't. Piccolo: But do you... intend to participate in that costume? Gohan: Of course! ChiChi: What happened to Goku-san? ChiChi: Did he go to the competitors' waiting room already? Goku: Hehe! Yahoo! Gohan: Dad! Piccolo: Goku! Kuririn: Hey! Goku: You've change quite a lot, everyone. Goku: But, have you been well? Chichi: G-Goku-sa! Kame Sennin: Yo, you're back. Bulma: Son-kun. Oolong: G-Goku! Everyone: GOKU! Chichi: Goku-sa, we've been waiting! Goku: I've wanted to see you guys, too! Chichi: Goten, it's your father! Goku: He looks exactly like me! He's my son, after all. Goten: D-Dad? Goten: Dad! Goku: Looks like you have a lot of energy! Goten: You look as strong as me. Goku: Good! Baba: Goku. Baba: You have hours. Okay? Goku: Got it. ["I get it." would be better?][I agree!] Baba: Bye. Goku: Thank you, Fortunetelling Baba. Piccolo: Hey, the reception will close if we don't hurry. Reception: G-Great- Gohan: It's Great Saiyaman. Goku: What? What is that? Gohan: The name and the suit are amazingly cool, right? Reception: Okay, next. Reception: You're in the Junior Division, right? [Hm...he says shounen no bu which means boys category but I think it would be better to use "Junior category" since that's more common. What do you think Mr Editor?] [Yep, I'll go with Junior Division, because in tournaments, people are being separated in divisions, such as in boxing, for example "Heavy Weight Division", "Light Weight Division" etc. The term usually applies to tournament categories.] Trunks: What? Junior Division? Reception: Children under the age of are in Junior Division. Trunks: Hey Goten, he says everyone under the age of doesn't get to fight against the adults. Goten: What? Bulma: Oh, so they've gotten something like that now. Trunks: That's okay! Let us fight the adults! [the "okay" he says reffers to it being okay for letting them fight with adults] Reception: No, no! Rules are rules. Trunks: Tch, boring. Guy: Competitors, please proceed to the waiting room quickly! ChiChi: Do your best, Goku-sa, Gohan, Goten![goku-sa?] ChiChi: Earn tons of prizes, please! Gohan: Yes! Goku: It's been a while so let's get a little violent. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: I have to see how strong Dad has gotten. Trunks: I won't hold back! Goten: Me neither! Goten: We're heading out! Bulma: Take it easy, everyone! Oolong: Do your best! Trunks: Hey, Goten, your deceased dad looks exactly like you. Goten: I wonder. Trunks: He was amazing, right? Goten: Yeah. Trunks: He doesn't look like much. Trunks: My father looks stronger. Goten: But Nii-chan has said that Dad is the best in the universe. Goku: Weren't you bald? Kuririn: I told you before, I'm shaving. Goku: Why did you grow it long? Goku: That look suited you. Kuririn: Well, you see... a lot has happened. Goku: That is... C ! It's C , isn't it? C : Noticing it just now? Idiot. Kuririn: We're living together at Master Roshi's house. Goku: What?! Kuririn: We also have a child. Kuririn: She was there earlier, the little girl. Goku: What?! I didn't expect that. C : Idiot. Goku: She had a child, despite being a robot? Kuririn: She's not a robot. C was originally a human. Kuririn: She was just remodeled a bit. Goku: Ah, I see. Krillin, congratulations. Redactress: Thank you very much! Redactress: Looks like that group is the last of the competitors. Redactress: Let's get it done and let's go to the preliminary grounds. Cameraman: Yes, yes. Redactress: Hi! Where did you come from? Someone: Excuse me. Redactress: Hey, those two... haven't we seen them before? Cameraman: We have? Redactress: I'm pretty sure we did somewhere... Redactress: Hi! Where did you come from? Goku: Where from? Goku: I came from that world. Redactress: Haha, what a joke. Goku: It's not a joke. Redactress: You have a strange accessory above your head, don't you? Goku: Hm, this? This is not a decoration. When you die- Redactress: What are you doing?! Breaking the camera! Redactress: Everything we got until now went to nothing! Cameraman: Why did this happen... this is strange... Cameraman: This is the first time something like this happened... Man: Those who want to change, please use this dressing room. Man: There's not much time, please hurry. Trunks: Aw, I wanted to fight the adults... Kuririn: Anyway, if we participate, the other guys will be pitiful. Kuririn: The only ones who are going to put up a fight are our comrades. Man: You don't look too well, are you alright? Piccolo: Leave me alone! I always looked like that! Men: We're sorry! Trunks: Sorry to keep you waiting! Kuririn: Sorry, you had to wait. Goku: Alright, let's go. Trunks: Let's go, Goten. Goten: Yeah! Goku: There's a lot of them! Comentator: Oh my... Y-You guys are! Goku: Hello! Comentator: What a splendid day we've got. Comentator: Who would've thought I would meet you here. Comentator: How nostalgic. I was waiting for you to participate again. Comentator: Mr. Satan wasn't really the one who defeated Cell, was he? Comentator: I knew it all along. Comentator: To be honest, a Martial Arts Tournament without you guys is boring. Comentator: The level is so low, really low! Comentator: Are those your comrades, by any chance? Goku: Well, yeah. Comentator: That's good! Looks promising. Comentator: Could you please refrain from destroying the ring, like before? Piccolo: No promises. Comentator: By the way, I've been meaning to ask. What's that circle above your head? Goku: Ah, I died during the fight with Cell. Goku: On special terms, I came back from that world for today. Comentator: Okay, okay, it's mysterious, but with you guys everything is possible. Comentator: dad, living, everything is good. Comentator: You guys will certainly clear the preliminaries, so let's meet on main stage. Comentator: I'm waiting for a spectacular match! Mic: Everyone has gathered. Mic: Now then, let the preliminaries for the Martial Arts Tournament begin! Mic: Without Junior Division, there are competitors willing to participate in today's tournament. Mic: Out of all, only competitors, who'll make through the preliminaries will be able to get further. Mic: But the current champion, Mr. Satan, Mic: has been let through on special terms, so we'll select the remaining competitors. Mic: This time, to make the preliminaries fair, we'll use the punch machine. Mic: The competitors with the highest results from the punch machine will pass. Kuririn: Punch machine? What's that? Mic: Now, for the reference, current champion, Mr. Satan will ht the punch machine, and we'll see the result. Mic: Champion Mr. Satan, go ahead. Satan: Who will be better than me?! Crowd: Mr. Satan! Kuririn: Geez, there are a lot of guys here who are better than you. Civilian: The camera... why did it... Gohan: Piccolo-san? Piccolo: I destroyed every camera, including those of the spectators. Piccolo: That way, even if that disguise fails, people from school won't know about it, okay? Piccolo: Fight your heart out. Gohan: Thanks, Piccolo-san. Satan: What? What? What's happening? Satan: It can't be helped, let's do it without media. Mic: Here it is! points! points it is! Videl: Here, here! Satan: Well everyone, do your best! Satan: I'm waiting for a competitor that will make me fight seriously! Competitor: Geez, at this rate, Satan will win again. Mic: Alright, everyone, please take your number tag, Mic: and line up in front of the punch machine! Old man: Also children in the Junior Division, please gather here! Kuririn: Do your best, child. Goku: Tenshinhan and Chaozu aren't coming? Kuririn: It seems so. He said we'll probably never meet again. Mic: Number : points. Mic: Number : points. Mic: Woah! Great score we've gotten here! Mic: Number : points. Vegeta: This is stupid. Mic: Okay, next is number . Competitor: Hey, look, it's a woman. Ain't she good lookin'. Competitor: I want to fight her. Kuririn: Hey, don't use too much power, the machine will break. C : I know that. Mic: - - - ?! Mic: We're sorry, looks like it's broken. Mic: Please wait a minute. Kuririn: That's why I told you not to ht too hard! C : Shut up. It's hard to hold back. Mic: It seems to be fixed. Please, one more time. Mic: points. Mic: Number : points. Mic: Number : points. Mic: Number : points. Mic: Looks like it's completely broken. Mic: Let's prepare a new machine. Mic: Hey! Vegeta: Move aside. Mic: Unbelieveble... Narrator: Everyone from dragon team has passed. Narrator: The new Martial Arts Tournament is starting at last! Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Looks like the Junior Division has started. Goku: Goten and Trunks, do your best! Comentator: As I thought, Son Goku-kun and the rest are amazing! Comentator: Martial Arts Tournament should be like that! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: You two... I've told you not to transform... Title: The Dragon Team, All Assembled! Title: Son Goku has Returned!! Title: Next Time Title: Everyone Surprised! Title: Epic Battle of Goten and Trunks!! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x102 - A Monster is Taken Away! The Culprit is Great Saiyaman?"}	foreverdreaming
Narrator: Goku came back from Other World and, Narrator: after meeting someone unexpected, Narrator: is going to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament. Narrator: The Dragon Team has been assembled. Narrator: To decide the final competitors, the preliminaries have gn. Narrator: Goku and the others passed through them, showing a whole new level. Gohan: Ah, he's done it now. Competitor: I-I'm leaving. Competitor: For such a guy to participate... Gohan: It can't be helped. Videl: Hey, aren't you surprised?! Videl: That person just destroyed the punch machine! Gohan: W-Well it did surprise me... Videl: I can't believe those guys. Videl: They're probably from the same school. Videl: They all got scores around . Videl: Even though the best record ever, which Papa established, was points! Mic: T-The preliminaries are not over yet, please wait a moment! Mic: We're preparing a new punch machine right away! Goku: Hey Vegeta, it seems that the Junior Division our kids are in is starting. Goku: Want to go check it out? Vegeta: Well, why not. Vegeta: It's way better than being in a stupid place like this. Videl: Here they come. I wonder who they are... Goku: Hm? The friend you've been talking about is a girl? Goku: She's a girl, right? Gohan: Yes. Gohan: Way to go! She's pretty cute, isn't she? Goku: Trunks and the others are going to start their matches, so we're gonna check it out. Goku: Finish the preliminary round quickly. Gohan: Okay. Gohan: Have the preliminaries not been resumed yet? Videl: Friends of yours? Gohan: Y-Yeah. The person wearing the orange dougi is my father. [TL Note: Dougi - Martial Arts Uniform] Videl: What?! But you said your father died! Gohan: That's true. Didn't you notice the halo above his head? Videl: Just who are you? Comentator: At last, the long-awaited re-opening of the World Martial Arts Tournament has gn. Comentator: First, all kids under the age of will compete for a spot in the Junior Division. Comentator: Even though it's the Junior Division, the winner will receive Ƶ million, Comentator: while the runner up will receive Ƶ million! Comentator: On top of the cash prize, we have a special present for the winner, Comentator: which is a chance to fight a special opponent! Comentator: And of course that opponent is the World Martial Arts Tournament Champion himself, Mr. Satan! Comentator: A-Are you okay? Satan: Joke! Joke! Fan: That's good! Stadium: Satan! Satan! Satan! Girl: Okay! I'm definitely going to win and get an autograph from Mr. Satan! Trunks: Hey, what will you buy with the reward? Goten: Toys and sweets! Trunks: You're such a kid, Goten. Goten: What about you, Trunks-kun? Trunks: If I win, what will I do? Goten: Because Trunks-kun's family is the wealthiest in the world, Goten: you don't have anything you want, right? Trunks: Yeah. Blondie: What? Kid: Who's your first opponent? Blondie: Lucky, lucky! Blondie: That little kid over there. Trunks: As you said, I haven't thought about what I want. Blondie: Hey! Kid who's gonna be my punching bag. Blondie: Did you put your diaper on before coming here? Blondie: Don't freak out. Trunks: Get lost. Idiot. Blondie: What? Trunks: What a lame hairstyle. Blondie: What did you say? Kids: This guy! Blondie: Now you've done it. Blondie: At this rate, I'll leave you half-dad! Trunks: Oh really? Comentator: Well then, let the Junior Division begin! Kuririn: It looks like the tournament's caused quite a stir. Goku: It also looks like they've made the arena wider than before! Piccolo: It's like a stupid show. Kuririn: Look! It's Trunks and the others! Comentator: As you may know, there is no preliminary round for the Junior Division. Comentator: In this tournament, we have gathered competitors, each noted for and proud of their skills. Comentator: The rules are the same as for the adults. Comentator: If you give up, fall out of the ring, stay down for seconds, or fall unconscious, you lose. Comentator: Let us begin quickly! Comentator: The first match will be between Baado-kun, years old, and Peperone-kun, years old! Gohan: Darn, they started already... Videl: Oh right, Goten-kun is participating too. Comentator: Ring out! Karashinikofu-kun wins! Comentator: Proceeding to the th match. Comentator: Trunks-kun, years old, and Idasa-kun, years old. Blondie: You ready, punk? Trunks: Silence. Ignored. Blondie: That kid gets on my nerves every second! Trunks: Ignored, again. Old guy: What a pity. An -year-old against a -year-old... Oolong: Do your best, Trunks! Fat woman: Idasa-chan! It's mommy! Oolong: What are you doing?! Fat woman: But Idasa-chan will not be able to show his true skills against such a kid. What a shame. Fat woman: Why did the camera break anyway? Fat woman: I won't be able to capture Idasa-chan's elegance. Bulma: Trunks! Wreck his ugly face right away! Fat Woman: How vulgar. Comentator: Begin! Blondie: Come and get me, punk! Blondie: Come on! Trunks: You have a big mouth. Trunks: You don't have to tell me, I'll do it! Trunks: Tch! I guess he got on my nerves a little. Trunks: I'm also a kid. Comentator: He's unconscious! Comentator: Trunks-kun wins! Everyone: Amazing! Fat Woman: Idasa-chan! Kuririn: Geez. At this rate, it's going to be boring until Trunks and Goten get to fight. Goten: They say I'm up after the next fight. Trunks: I told them to let us fight the adults, didn't I? Narrator: The fights of the proud-of-their-skill kids have continued. Comentator: Let us proceed quickly! Next match: number ! Comentator: Ikose-kun, years old, and Goten-kun, years old! Fat Woman: Ikose-chan! You can't let your guard down like your brother! Chichi: Goten-chan! Hold back properly! Fat Woman: Another punk from a vulgar family stands against my elegant son. Fat woman: So despicable. Bulma: Oh, I thought I recognized that ugly face. Of course it's his brother! Fat woman: There won't be another miracle. Fat woman: I hope something bad happens to your kids! Browny: Tch! A kid like that, huh? Comentator: Hm? That face is... Comentator: Son Goten? Goku: I won! Comentator: I see, so it's Son Goku's son. Comentator: There's no mistaking, he looks exactly like him when he was a kid. Browny: This guy... Seeing so many spectators got him a little stressed. Browny: Take this! mrder Punch! [please make a lame effect to that attck! XD] Goten: Hey, do it properly! With all your might. Browny: Y-You seem to be skilled... Fat woman: Ikose-chan finally has gotten serious! Goten: Something like that. Goten: I'm done. Guy: Amazing! He knocked him out with just one punch! Comentator: Unconscious... Son Goten-kun wins! Fat woman: I'll never forgive you! Chichi: Silence, at last. Videl: Woah! It looks like Goten-kun has won! Isn't he amazing for beating a -year-old?! [She says it quite quickly here...] Gohan: Yeah. Videl: What's with you?! Aren't you happy?! Gohan: I-I am! Ah! So he won! Narrator: Goten and Trunks were winning one match after another. Narrator: Obviously, the final match came out to be between them. Comentator: At last, the finals have arrived! Comentator: The pair who'll be fighting in the finals is Trunks-kun, years old, and Goten-kun, years old! Kuririn: Finally we get to see an interesting match. Goku: Yeah. Trunks: I'm going to win this duel. Goten: As if I would lose! Comentator: At last, it's the Junior Division's final round! Comentator: Who will be the winner? Trunks-kun? Or maybe Goten-kun? Comentator: Both of them have dominated with overwhelming power. Comentator: And they appear to be friends! Megane: Mr. Satan. Mr. Satan! Megane: The Junior Division finals are about to start. Megane: Looks like it features two strong boys. Megane: Maybe the champion should watch it? Megane: I think it will be a very interesting match. Satan: Geez, it can't be helped. I'll watch a little. Satan: After all, I'm going to have a spar with the winner. Comentator: Sorry to keep you waiting! Comentator: The Junior Division finals will begin now! Trunks: Let me warn you, I won't be holding back, Goten. Goten: Yeah, me neither. Satan: It's those two? Megane: Yes. Satan: Those kids did well to get this far. Satan: Hm? I have a feeling I met that child before... Gohan: Ah! Sorry to keep you waiting! Gohan: The preliminaries are finally over. Kuririn: You took your time- Kuririn: I bet you two went on a date. Gohan: We didn't! Goku: Glad you've made it, it's about to get good! Satan: W-What are they? Goku: Even though they're small, both Goten and Trunks are quite skilled! Gohan: Right? Kuririn: Good, good! Trunks, Goten! Guy: A-Amazing! Director: Hey! Don't we have any other cameras? Cameraman: It's no use. Even the spare ones have been destroyed. Headphone: It seems that the spectators' cameras are nonfunctional. Headphone: Strange, I wonder why. Director: How could this be happening! We can't even record such an amazing fight! sht! Thought/Flashback,Comentator: A-Amazing! As I thought, Son Goku's group is truly amazing! Thought/Flashback,Comentator: This is it! I've been waiting for them such a long time! Thought/Flashback,Comentator: All World Martial Arts Tournaments should be like this! Trunks: Not bad, Goten! Trunks: You've improved in such a short time! Goten: Nii-chan has taught me a lot! Trunks: Then... Can you do something like this? Gohan: He... He can't be using a Ki Wave from that position! [I talked with editor about the ki wave term and he likes it. He said it's nice and short. So we will use it.] Kuririn: It's going to ht the spectator seats! Goku: Nah, it's okay. Goku: They understand that much. You can't look down on them. Guy: W-What was that just now? Guy: I-It looked like some kind of rocket came out of his hands. Comentator: Phew, we're saved. Goku: See? Kurirn: Yeah. Satan: I-I saw something like that before! Satan: I-It can't be! Trunks: How's that? Pretty cool, right? Goten: I can do that, too! Goten: I just learned it, but look at this! Goten: Kame-hame- Trunks: Idiot, it's a Kamehameha, right? Goten: ha! Goku: That's dangerous. He can't control the Kamehameha yet. Videl: Y-You're kidding... Goten: Sorry about that! [he just says arara but I dunno how to translate it... if you have some idea, go ahead and change it ][Yes, sir] Goten: It ht the building. Satan: H-He resembles him, he does! The one from the Cell Games! Spectator: H-Hey... The other kid did the same thing. Old man: J-Just what the hell is that?! Trunks: We might wanna stop using Ki Waves. Trunks: You're too reckless, Goten. Trunks: Let's fight without those. Goten: Alright. Trunks: Okay. I'm going to end it soon, Goten. Trunks: I'm going to win! Goten: It's going to be me! Goten: Hm? Trunks-kun is gone! Trunks: Tada! Goten: Darn it! Spectator: H-Hey, no matter how you look at it, aren't they flying? Guy: Y-Yeah... Trunks: Well, Goten? Say you give up! Goten: I don't want to! Trunks: S-Say it quickly! If I squeeze you any tighter, you'll die! Vegeta: It seems like Trunks will win. Goku: Hm? Trunks: When I tell you to say it, say it! Goku: Woah! He can become a Super Saiya-jin! Gohan: That idiot, Goten! Vegeta: That's foul play, Kakarot! Goku: Hm? It's no use if you say it to me. Spectator: J-Just then, didn't something change about that kid? Girl: I-I had the same feeling... Hat: W-What's with them... Is this a dream? Or an illusion? Satan: I-It's as I thought! T-There's no mistaking! Satan: It's his child! They look the same! Trunks: That's not fair, Goten. Trunks: Weren't we supposed to restrain from using Super Saiya-jin forms? Goten: Sorry, I did it unintentionally. Trunks: Well it happened. Goten? Goten: What? Trunks: I've come up with an idea. Trunks: I'll show you I can win with you even without using my left hand. Goten: What? You're lying. Goten: There's no way you can win like that. Trunks: I can! Goten: You can't! Why don't you try? Goten: But you can't use your left hand no matter what! Trunks: Of course! Trunks: Let's go! Spectator: H-Hey. He really is flying, isn't he? Goku: Goten has mastered bukuujustu completely. Kuririn: What is he up to? Goten: attck! Thought/Flashback,Trunks: He plans to attck utilizing the kinetic energy, Thought/Flashback,Trunks: while watching my movement, too. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: Okay, I'll dodge it at the last moment. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: He just learned to fly. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: He won't be able to catch up with my movements! Thought/Flashback,Trunks: Now! Destroy yourself! Trunks: What?! Goten: Hm? Ah! Comentator: Ring out! Comentator: Trunks wins! Comentator: He's won the Junior Division! Trunks: I did it! I did it! Bulma: Yay, Trunks has won! Chichi: Goten-chan... Kame Sennin: Uhm. Goten and Trunks fought well. I'm going to do my best too. Goten: What's with you Trunks-kun. Wasn't that unfair? Goten: You a Super Saiya-jin and used your left hand, didn't you? Goten: Cheater! Cheater! Trunks: My bad, my bad. I did it unintentionally. Trunks: But you became a Super Saiya-jin earlier as well, so we're even. Trunks: And I didn't ht you directly with my left hand. Trunks: If you're a man, then stop complaining. Trunks: What's with you? Stop moping. Trunks: I'll give you any three toys I own. Goten: What? Really? That's a deal! Goten: It's a promise! Okay? Goku: Hey, hey, even little Trunks can become a Super Saiya-jin. Vegeta: Hey, too bad, isn't it? Vegeta: It seems that my son has won the duel. Goku: Yeah. Spectator: I don't really get it, b-but it was an amazing fight, wasn't it? Old man: I've never seen something like that before. Comentator: Well, after this intense match, it's time for the fun bonus. Comentator: Trunks-kun, who just now won the Junior Division, Comentator: will have a chance to fight against the world champion, Mr. Satan! Narrator: The children's confrontation ended with Trunks' victory. Narrator: But what about the confrontation with Mr. Satan? Thought/Flashback,Satan: W-What should I do? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Somehow it doesn't seem like we're going to have an easy win. Goku: I'm getting excited! Trunks: Hey, Goten! Let's take that masked guy's outfit, Trunks: and participate in the Senior Division. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: If you take a close look, a lot of strange people are participating. Title: Everyone Surprised! Title: Epic Battle of Goten and Trunks!! Title: Next Time Title: Bad Premonition... Title: Mysterious Warriors Appear!! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x103 - Entering the World Martial Arts Tournament! Goten Shows Off His expl*sive Power During Training!"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The final match of the World Martial Art Tournament's Junior Division. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Goten and Trunks. A showdown between two promising kids. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The glory of victory has shined upon Trunks. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And... Comentator: Well, after this intense match, it's time for the fun bonus. Comentator: Trunks-kun will have a chance to fight against the world champion, Mr. Satan! Satan: W-What should I do? Crowd: Sa-ta-n! Sa-ta-n! Sa-ta-n! Glasses: He's an amazing child, isn't he? Glasses: Even Mr. Satan can't let his guard down, right? Satan: Maybe I'll get a little serious... Glasses: Never. Satan: Joke, joke. Thought/Flashback,Satan: W-What should I do?! I'll die! Comentator: Would you like to fight after a short break? Trunks: I don't want a break. Comentator: Well then, Mr. Satan, if you would please come out! Glasses: Go ahead, Mr. Satan. Guy: Mr. Satan! Guy: World Champion! Satan: Who is this child that dares to challenge Mr. Satan, the World Champion?! Satan: You, huh?! Satan: You better be prepared! Thought/Flashback,Satan: W-What should I do? What should I do?! Thought/Flashback,Satan: This is a dream, isn't it?! I need to wake up, quickly! Thought/Flashback,Trunks: This old guy is the World Champion? He doesn't look like one. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: I wonder if he's stronger than Father. Goten: Trunks-kun, do your best! Satan: Don't say unnecessary things! He doesn't have to do his best! Kuririn: Well, I guess we should go back. Kuririn: I think the preliminaries have ended already. Goku: That's true, let's check it out. Videl: Hey, that kid is your comrade, isn't he?! Videl: He's going to fight against Mr. Satan now! Aren't you going to watch?! Gohan: A-Ah yeah, t-that's right! It may turn out to be a good fight, right? Goku: We're going ahead. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: W-What was that now? Thought/Flashback,Trunks: He's not amazing at all! Thought/Flashback,Trunks: Maybe he's doing it on purpose to look lame. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: That's it. He's the World Champion after all. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: Okay, I'm going to do it. Satan: Hey! Why are you getting so pumped up?! Satan: This match is an attraction, just some light sparring. Satan: So, let's take it easy. Okay, okay? Trunks: No! I'm going in with full strength. Satan: Y-You idiot! It's just for fun! You're immature! Trunks: I'm a child! Satan: You blockhead! Satan: Stop acting like a kid! Trunks: But I am a kid! Comentator: I guess you're done warming up, right? Comentator: Well then, let's get on with it! Beer: That kid is super strong but Satan is even stronger, right? Old man: Well, that's for certain. He defeated Cell after all. Thought/Flashback,Satan: W-W-What should I do? Thought/Flashback,Satan: I got it! Comentator: Just what could have happened to Mr. Satan?! Comentator: Mr. Satan, are you alright?! Satan: The knee I hurt during the fight against Cell... It just started hurting again... Comentator: What?! You hurt your knee during that fight?! Satan: Yeah... I wanted to keep it a secret, but that's the truth. Satan: It's a pity, on such an occasion. Comentator: We have a doctor, so let us have him take a look at that. Comentator: I'll call him over. Satan: What? Satan: It's okay! It seems to have recovered! Satan: I can fight somehow! Satan: This is nothing. Comentator: Is it really okay? Satan: Of course. Comentator: Everything is fine! Mr. Satan will fight! Thought/Flashback,Satan: What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?! Thought/Flashback,Satan: If I lose to a kid, my reputation will be tainted! Thought/Flashback,Satan: That's it! Thought/Flashback,Satan: Because my opponent is a kid, I'll throw the fight and lose on purpose! Thought/Flashback,Satan: That's good, let's go with that. Comentator: Then... Satan: Wait! Time out! Satan: Trunks-kun, come to think of it, I forgot to tell you about a special greeting of this attraction. Trunks: Greeting? Satan: That's right. Listen carefully. Satan: Once the match starts, you'll touch my face with your fist lightly, yes, li~ghtly. Satan: That's a custom. Satan: Like this, okay? Satan: You must not use your full strength for the greeting, no matter what! Satan: Is that clear? Trunks: I get it. A little, right? Satan: Okay, you can start it now! Satan: He wanted my autograph, but I told him to ask for it after the match. Comentator: Oh, I see. Comentator: This looks interesting! Comentator: The match between the Junior Division champion, Trunks-kun and Mr. Satan, please begin! Satan: Okay! Come at me! Comentator: Oh, oh, oh! Mr. Satan is encouraging his opponent to give it his best sht! Comentator: What a composure! Beer: It's all good! Old man: Do your best kid! Videl: Papa! Gohan: T-That idiot! He should have held back more! Satan: Woah! He got me! Satan: You're strong, boy! This old man lost! Comentator: Ring out! Comentator: It's Trunks-kun's win! Boushi: Oh, so he did it on purpose. Hat: As expected, Satan! Girl: That's great, World Champion! Glasses: Thank you for your hard work. Satan: I guess I'll take a nap in the waiting room. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: I-I don't get him... Thought/Flashback,Trunks: Maybe he is strong? Satan: Ah! It hurts! I'm going to die! Satan: That damn kid! I told him to do it lightly! Comentator: For now, we'll have a -minute break until the start of the Senior Division. Comentator: The Senior Division will start at : PM, so please look forward to it! Goku: What now? A break? Kuririn: I'm hungry, do any of you want to grab a bite to eat? Round mouth: Oh, sorry, from now on only those who passed through the preliminaries are allowed to enter. Kuririn: Wow, so the preliminary results are finally in? Kuririn: If so, I think we all passed it. Round mouth: What? Please wait a second. Round mouth: Please, say your name. Goku: Son Goku. Kuririn: Krillin. C : C- . [C- seems the best alternative to the simple "Eighteen" that I encouraged before. It's short for "Android" and is enterchangable with "C- ", which is another alternative spelling! ~ AngelOfIron] Vegeta: Vegeta. Piccolo: It's Ma Junior. Goku: Ma Junior? Piccolo: The name Piccolo would bring trouble. Round mouth: I'm sorry for that. Everyone has passed. Please go ahead. Round mouth: At : PM we'll hold a lottery that will decide who fights against who. Kuririn: With all of us, including Gohan, it's six of us, so we're taking all the rewards. Goku: I can't use them in the Other World anyway. Kuririn: You have it nice, Goku. Kuririn: In the Other World you don't age, do you? Goku: Wel, yeah. You wanna try dying, too? Kuririn: Please stop it. I'm super happy right now. Trunks: Ah! Hey, Goten! Come here and take a look! Goten: Hm? What is it? Trunks: Look at that guy. The one with a mask. Goten: It's a strange mask, isn't it? Trunks: If he's there, then it means he passed the preliminaries. Trunks: Well? Don't you think we could use him? Goten: What? Trunks: In that costume, no one would recognize us! Goten: What do you mean? Trunks: You don't get it? Trunks: In other words, we ht him once, take his clothes while he's out cold, Trunks: and then we pretend we're him and so we'll be able to participate in the adult's matches! Goten: That isn't good! Goten: You're talking crazy! Trunks: What's with you? Don't you wanna try fighting the adults? Goten: Well, I do want to try, but... Trunks: Right? Okay, it's settled then! Goten: H-Hey! Trunks: Excuse me... Maskman: What is it? You want an autograph, kid? Trunks: A beautiful young lady says she wants to talk to you. Maskman: What? Trunks: She's shy, so she's asked me to tell you. Maskman: I-I see! Where is she? Trunks: This way, this way! Maskman: Where is she, where is she? Maskman: Is she really beautiful? Maskman: I must admit that I'm quite picky. Trunks: Yay, we did it! Trunks: Hey, let's take his clothes off. Goten: We put this on? Trunks: Yeah! Goten: But, won't they notice we're too small? Trunks: That's why we wear it! Both of us! Goten: What? Both? Goten: You sure we won't get exposed like this? Trunks: Stupid, there's no way we will! Trunks: Okay! It's perfect! We're not getting exposed for sure! Goten: I wonder... Trunks: Okay! Let's get back quickly! Trunks: Hey, hey, it's the other way! The other way! Goten: It's because I can't see anything! Trunks: Just make holes! Goten: Ah, you're right! Trunks: We're perfect like this! Piccolo: Hey, are you okay with eating so much before the match? Kuririn: By the way, do the dad get hungry? Goku: In the Other World, it doesn't matter if you eat or not. Goku: But meals in this world are so damn tasty! Gohan: Ah, so you're here. Goku: Hey, Gohan, we ordered something for you too. You're going to eat right? Gohan: Y-Yes. I-Itadakimasu, itadakimasu. [Somebody might want to include a translator's note at the top of the screen explaining just what "itadakimasu" stands for. The uneducated might not understand why this word doesn't have an English translation in this scene. Either that or somebody else can correct it!] Gohan: The food here is really tasty, isn't it? Kuririn: Geez, just what's with Saiya-jins' stomachs? Goku: I'm full, I'm full! Thanks for the meal! Goku: Ah, the meals in this world are as tasty as I remembered! Gohan: You didn't eat anything. Are you on diet? Kuririn: Isn't the lottery about to start? Videl: H-Hey... That guy is floating, isn't he? Shin: Hello. You are Son Goku-san, right? Goku: W-Why do you know about me? Shin: I've heard rumors about you. Shin: I was hoping to engage in a sparring match with you. Shin: I also made it through the preliminaries. Shin: I hope the pairings will go well and I'll be able to fight against you. Shin: Of course I have no confidence in my ability to win, I just want to know how strong you are. Shin: Please, allow me to shake your hand. Shin: I see it now. Just as the rumors say, you posses a good soul. Shin: Well then, I shall go now. Piccolo: W-Who are they, Goku? Goku: I've no idea. But there is no mistake that our matches won't be so easy anymore. Kuririn: Really? They didn't look so tough. Kuririn: I just think they're strange, that's all. Piccolo: They're not from Earth, those guys. Goku: For sure. Piccolo: I don't get it. Who are they? Piccolo: Out of all places, why have the extraterrestrials showed up here? [I must explain. Piccolo says isei, with kanjis for uncommon and star. I don't have such word in my dictionary but he clearly meant creatures out of space. Since I didn't had any other idea I wrote visitors] [異星 if that's the one you mean, then you could translate it to "Aliens", but I don't really like it in DB context, since visitors from other planets are not uncommon in DB. Final decision: visitors sounds good.] Videl: H-Hey! What do they mean by "they're not from Earth"?! Gohan: T-That person is a little strange. Videl: T-True. You're right. His skin color doesn't look good either. Kuririn: Anyway, let's go. The tournament lottery is going to start. Kuririn: So competitors will participate? Kuririn: I wonder what kind of people they are. Kuririn: Well, they aren't any good ones, I suppose. Comentator: Ah, here they are! Goku: Hey! Comentator: Okay, everyone? We will now begin the lottery that will decide the pairs! Comentator: When we call your name, please come forth and draw a lot! Kuririn: Oh, God, please. Don't let me fight against them in the first round. Piccolo: You know, God is really Dende. Kuririn: Oh yeah... Goku: Apart from those two, the rest don't look like much. Goku: W-What's up with them? They look pretty tough. Goku: Aren't they flexing a little too hard? Goku: I wonder if he's also a competitor. Goku: He has a mysterious body. Comentator: I'll be calling you all alphabetically. [TL Note: In japan the hiragana call is equivalent to our alphabet call] Comentator: Kiira-san. [It's spelled as Kiira, but I'm sure it's english word kller. For me it doesn't matter which one we use] kller: Yeah. kller: Number . Comentator: Yes. Competitor Kiira, number . Fan: The lottery that decides who fights who has started! Comentator: Next is competitor Kibito. Comentator: It's number , right? Comentator: Competitor Krillin! Kuririn: What? Ah, it's me. Kuririn: Ah, number . I get to fight right away. Comentator: Competitor Great Saiyaman! Gohan: Here. Gohan: It's number . Gohan: Ah, the one from before. Goku: You better not let your guard down. I think he's something else. Gohan: They give off that feeling, right? Comentator: Next is... competitor C- ? Comentator: This is a name? C : It doesn't matter, or whatever. C : Number . Comentator: Competitor Shin! Shin: Here. Shin: It's number . Goku: Shin, huh? As I thought, I've never heard that name. Trunks: Hey, Goten! What's this guy's name? Goten: Hm? I wouldn't know that. Comentator: Next is competitor Spopovich. Please. Comentator: Competitor Spopovich, please! Trunks: Hey, there is no answer! Does that mean that we're this Spopovich guy? Goten: That's it for sure! Trunks: Quickly, get going! Goten: Okay. Comentator: Spopovich-san! Trunks: Here, I'm coming! Here, here, here! Trunks: I wonder which one it will be. Comentator: I thought you were Mighty Mask? Spopovich: Move! I'm Spopovich! Trunks: Sorry. Trunks: You idiot, we looked like fools there. What are you doing? Goten: What's wrong with you? You said so yourself too! Comentator: Spopovich-san, you changed a lot since last time. Comentator: I couldn't recognize you. Comentator: Ah, it's number . Trunks: Damn, that bald perverted-looking bastard should have answered right away! Comentator: Next is competitor Jewel. Jewel: It's number . Comentator: Competitor Jewel, number . Comentator: Now, Son Goku-san. Goku: It's my turn. Goku: I wonder which number it will be. Comentator: Number ? Goku: My opponent hasn't been decided yet, huh? Comentator: Videl-san. Videl: Here. Videl: What's with Papa? Comentator: Mr. Satan is taking a break. Videl: Number . Goku: Hey! She said Papa? Is she Mr. Satan's daughter?! Gohan: Y-Yeah, she is. Kuririn: I've heard some rumors, but they don't look alike. Kuririn: She's quite cute, isn't she? Gohan: Well, she is... Kuririn: If you thrat him a little, you could get married right away, Gohan. Gohan: T-That's... W-We're not even dating! Comentator: Competitor Punta, number . Kuririn: Yes! He's my first opponent! Punta: So you're the one named Krillin? Kuririn: Well, yeah. Punta: I won't hold back against a runt like you! Punta: I'm going to make minced meat out of you! Kuririn: I've had it. These kinds of thrat are what weak people say to sound tough. Kuririn: I clearly see how it will go already. Punta: What did you say? Punta: You! You can die! You better write your last will while you still can! Punta: You better prepare a coffin as well, because I'm going to make your funeral a big one! Comentator: Competitor Vegeta! Comentator: It's number , right? Kuririn: Hey! It's Goku and Vegeta right away! Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: I did it! Kakarot is my opponent! Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: I was waiting... I was waiting for this moment to come! Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: The day when I win against Kakarot! Goku: Vegeta, huh? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: A duel between Goku and Vegeta will be held right away. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: It turned out to be something big! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Finally, the World Martial Arts Tournament's Senior Division is starting! Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Don't let your guard down, Piccolo! Goku: We're going to finally see how strong that that Shin guy is! Piccolo: What's wrong? Why is it so hard to fight him?! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: That Piccolo-san couldn't do anything. Title: Bad Premonition... Title: Mysterious Warriors Appear!! Title: Next Time Title: What's Wrong Piccolo!! Title: Surprising Results of the First Round!! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x104 - Gohan is the Teacher! Videl\u2019s Introduction to Flight\" / \"Gohan the Teacher! 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Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Everyone got fired up after Trunks' win. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: But mysterious men have appeared before the Dragon Team. Piccolo: W-Who are they, Goku? Goku: I've no idea. Goku: But there is no mistake that our matches won't be so easy anymore. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And finally the World Martial Arts Tournament lottery has started. Goku: Vegeta, huh? Trunks: Hey, our fathers will face each other! I wonder who's gonna win! Goten: My dad will win, for sure! Trunks: Idiot! My father will definitely win! Trunks: Your father is dad, isn't he? Goten: But Nii-chan has said that even though he's dad, he has been training Other World! Comentator: Mighty Mask-san! Mighty Mask-san! Comentator: I've been calling your name! Trunks: Sorry! Trunks: Number ! Comentator: Did Mighty Mask always have such a long torso? Comentator: Competitor Ma Junior! Comentator: , is it? Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: It's him. Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: Good. Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: We may find out something about his true identity. Comentator: Well, next up is Mr. Satan, but due to the circumstances I'll be drawing for him. Comentator: Mr. Satan's number is . Kuririn: Hey! Your opponent is Mr. Satan! C : Who is that? Mr. Satan... Videl: That's unlucky! Facing Papa right at start. Comentator: The last one is competitor Yamuu. Comentator: Since you're the last one, it should be , correct? Comentator: Okay, as you can see, everything has been decided. Comentator: First match, competitor Krillin vs competitor Punta. Comentator: Second match, competitor Shin vs competitor Ma Junior. Comentator: Third match, competitor Videl vs competitor Spopovich. Comentator: Foruth match, competitor Kibito vs competitor Great Saiyaman. Comentator: Fifth match, competitor C- vs competitor Mr Satan! Comentator: Sixth match, competitor Son Goku vs competitor Vegeta. Comentator: Seventh match, competitor Mighty Mask vs competitor Kiira. Comentator: Eighth match, competitor Yamuu vs competitor Jewel. Comentator: The matches will begin right away. Comentator: I'll guide you towards the competitors' waiting room. Comentator: Everyone knows the rules, right? Comentator: If you give up, stay down after a count of ten, fall out of the ring, or kll your opponent, you lose. Comentator: Because there will be many matches, Comentator: there will be a time limit of minutes per match. Comentator: If minutes pass, and there's no victor, the winner will be deccided by a panel of judges. Kuririn: So there's a time limit? Punta: For you, seconds should be more than enough. Kuririn: Yeah, yeah. Satan: Hm... So I'm up fifth, huh? Who is my opponent? Orange: We don't know who she is, but it seems she's an attractive woman. Comentator: Okay, everyone! Thank you for your being so patient! Bulma: Do your best! Ireza: Videl, keep it tight! Comentator: Now, after the wait, just who will end up at the top? Comentator: Let's begin the first match right away. Comentator: First up is competitor Krillin vs competitor Punta! Goku: Do your best, Krillin. Kuririn: Then, I guess I'll be going. Kuririn: What's with this guy? Punta: You're out of luck having me as your first opponent. Punta: But don't worry, if you're lucky, you'll only end up in the hospital. Comentator: Now, both competitors are entering the arena. Comentator: Competitor Krillin has done well in the tournament during his teenage years. Comentator: This will be his first time participating in the tournament after such a long time. Comentator: On the other hand, competitor Punta is known for his brutality. Comentator: During the last tournament, he regrettably lost because he fell out of the arena. Comentator: Of course, he's come here to win it all this time. Marron: The person fighting with Father is big and looks strong. Will he be okay? Yamcha: He will. Someone like that is nothing to him. Yamcha: Your father is the strongest in the world. Marron: Really? Yamcha: Yeah, really. Among the humans that is. Comentator: Competitor Punta doesn't seem to be showing any mercy, despite the considerable size difference! Comentator: He's ready to go! Comentator: How will competitor Krillin respond to this? Punta: It's obvious! I'll show him that the World Martial Arts Tournament isn't fun and games! Punta: It's not a place for some small old guy! Thought/Flashback,Kuririn: Geez, this guy isn't worth wasting my physical strength. kller: Once Punta gets into a fight, he won't show any mercy. Comentator: Then, please begin the match right away! Punta: As you can see, I can move pretty well despite my size! Punta: You get it now? Running around isn't going to get you anywhere! Kuririn: Okay, okay, I promise I won't run. Punta: It's too early to be scared! Punta: Next thing I'm going to show you is my hardness! Punta: I'll let you ht me. Punta: So? What's wrong? Don't hold back! Come on! Kuririn: Okay! Kuririn: I'll take you up on that! Comentator: Ring out! Comentator: Competitor Krillin wins! Thought/Flashback,Comentator: Good! It's as I thought, all World Martial Arts Tournaments should be like this! Goku: You did it, Krillin. Kuririn: That was nuthin'. Comentator: Moving on, second match, competitor Kaioushin vs competitor Ma Junior will fight! Comentator: Now both competitors are entering the arena. Shin: Now I see. This seems like a fun tournament, doesn't it? Comentator: Please, both competitors! Comentator: It seems this is Shin's first time competing. Comentator: On the other hand, I clearly remember Ma Junior's spectacular fight during the finals in one of the tournaments in the past! Comentator: Um, this time please don't destroy the grounds. Coffee: Hey, isn't he one of the guys that got in the way of Mr. Satan during the fight against Cell? Eyes: Yeah, there's no mistake, he was on the TV. Kuririn: What's with you? Does that Shin interest you so much? Goku: Well, yeah. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: We'll finally get to see it. We don't know anything about his powers, just how strong is he? Comentator: Now for the second match. Please start! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: I don't have any strength! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: What's wrong?! How come I can't fight him?! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: Even though this is the first time! Gohan: What's wrong with Piccolo-san? Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: Damn you! Thought/Flashback,Picollo: Just who the hell is he?! Shin: You'll find out soon. Shin: You'll find out soon. Shin: But for now let us have fun with this game. Goku: Piccolo? Comentator: What's wrong? Piccolo: Sorry. Comentator: What? Piccolo: I forfeit. Gohan: Forfeit... Comentator: Um, forfeit... So you're not going to fight? Piccolo: That's right. Thought/Flashback,Shin: I see. He was the God of this planet. [TLC this please, because as far as I know, he was not a God, but a guardian of the Earth] [It's possible that he's referring to the fact that Piccolo merged with Kami in an earlier episode of the series, who many referred to as God.] Thought/Flashback,Shin: He may be catching on to me. Comentator: Competitor Ma Junior has forfeited, so competitor Kaioushin wins! Coffee: Geez, what happened. Did his condition get worse? Eyes: That may be it, he wasn't looking too good after all. Gohan: Piccolo-san. Kuririn: Hey, Piccolo. Goku: That much, Piccolo? Piccolo: Yeah. Our power levels are dimensions apart. Kuririn: You're joking, right? Kuririn: Right? Kuririn: Please, I have to fight him in the next round! Comentator: T-Then let's keep going. Comentator: Next is the third match. Comentator: Competitor Videl vs competitor Spopovich! Ireza: Videl! Videl! Crowd: Videl! Videl! Videl! Gohan: You're super popular, aren't you? Gohan: Do your best, Videl-san. Videl: Gohan-kun. Gohan: E-Eh? Videl: I'll be waiting in the second round. Gohan: Okay. Comentator: As everyone knows, competitor Videl is the daughter of Mr. Satan. Comentator: She helps the police, and is an ally of justice who has put away countless criminals. [Suggest spacing this out a bit in terms of timing, so there's less text spamming the screen.] Comentator: Seven years ago, during the previous tournament, when she was only a little girl, Comentator: she managed to win the Junior Division. Comentator: On the other hand, competitor Spopovich lost in the first round of the previous tournament but, Comentator: he has radically changed and is participating again. Thought/Flashback,Videl: What a disgusting guy. Kuririn: He's pretty tense. Ireza: Videl! Do your best! Sharpner: What? This guy is nothing compared to Videl. Comentator: Then, please begin the third match! Shin: What can I do for you? Piccolo: I may be wrong but... Don't tell me you are... Shin: Yes? Piccolo: Are you the Dai Kaiou-sama? Shin: No, I am not. Kibito: He's no Dai Kaiou. Kibito: He's a Kaioushin-sama. Piccolo: A Kaioushin?! Shin: Please don't tell anyone for the time of being. Shin: I don't want anyone to know for now. Piccolo: The Kaioushin-sama... Piccolo: Over the four Kaiou-samas stands a Dai Kaiou-sama. Piccolo: I've heard rumors about someone standing even higher, a god to all Kaiou-samas... Piccolo: No wonder the difference felt so vast. Goku: What's wrong, Piccolo? Was he being a smartass? Goku: If so, should I go talk to him? Piccolo: S-Stop! Don't say anything! Please, don't say anything! Kaiou: That boy is... a Kaioushin-sama... Kaiou: Even I couldn't meet him. Why is such a great person on Earth? Comentator: Competitor Spopovich is quick to go down! Comentator: Start the count! Goku: How is that girl doing? Kuririn: She's doing good. Gohan: Yeah. In terms of raw strength, she's definitely stronger. Gohan: She lands one technique after another. kller: Spopovich has gotten much stronger since that loss. Jewel: So he didn't only change his outward appearance. kller: Yeah. kller: When I saw him, I didn't know it was him at first. Comentator: And again he's struck down! Comentator: As expected from the genius girl. Comentator: Spopovich is a big man, but he doesn't stand a chance! Comentator: Again competitor Spopovich gets up calmly. Comentator: What toughness! Videl: Damn, he's persistent! Gohan: Okay! He's finished! Comentator: What a fierce combo attck from competitor Videl! Comentator: Even competitor Spopovich couldn't hold it- Gohan: That's impossible! Goku: She should forfeit the match. Goku: Something's off about him. Fan: She's going to fall! Comentator: She... stopped... Comentator: Oh, competitor Videl has jumped in the air. She didn't fall! Gohan: Good, good! I taught her the flying technique. Goku: It might have been better if she fell. Gohan: What? Goku: As I thought, that Spopovich guy is strange. Goku: He's taken so much damage, yet he's calm, and I don't feel any vitality from him. Gohan: Vitality... What do you mean? Goku: I'm not sure yet. Comentator: Competitor Spopovich's neck is broken! Comentator: What's this?! His neck is back to normal?! Comentator: Just how is... Videl: W-What... is he...? Kuririn: It's just as Goku said. Kuririn: It would be better if she gave up. Kuririn: He isn't normal for sure, that bastard. Comentator: Oh! Competitor Videl flies again! Gohan: That's good! Run to the air for now and wait for your stamina to come back! Gohan: He flew! Videl: No way! Comentator: How can this be happening?! Comentator: Competitor Spopovich has also taken to the air! Videl: No way... Pink: H-Hey... is flying in the air popular these days? Jewel: I can't believe it! Jewel: Spopovich is able to do something like that now?! kller: No way! Thought/Flashback,Videl: Why can he also fly? Videl: Just what the hell is he? Kuririn: That bastard... It wasn't strong, but he used a Ki Wave! Vegeta: No. If you kll, you lose. Vegeta: He sht a weak one on purpose. Gohan: He... how come? Goku: It seems that he wields power far greater than his own. Gohan: What? Goku: He shouldn't have the capability to use a flying technique or produce a Ki Wave. Gohan: What do you mean? Goku: I don't know. Why does he possess such power? Videl: You think I'm giving up?! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Spopovich is flying and using Ki Waves. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Just what is the secret behind this man's strength? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And how will Videl fight when she's backed into a corner? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: That Spopobich guy is outrageous! Goku: Going that hard against a girl! Satan: You! How dare you doing this to Videl?! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai. Gohan: I... I won't forgive you Spopovich! Title: What's Wrong Piccolo!! Title: Surprising Results of the First Round!! Title: Next Time Title: Videl Crushed, Title: Gohan's Anger Reaches Its Limit!! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x105 - The Dragon Team, All Assembled! Son Goku has Returned!!\" / \"The Dragon Team Fully Assembled! Goku Has Come Back"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Martial Arts Tournament: rd match. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The fight between Videl and Spopovich has gn. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Because of her training with Gohan, Videl was favored to win easily, but... Videl: You think I'm giving up?! Gohan: Videl-san! Hat: C-Cruel! Mustache: What is he... Girl: Stop it already! Gohan: T-That bastard! Gohan: E-Enough already... Just give up, Videl-san. Mohawk: Damn it! Stop it already! Blondie: Videl-chan will die! Gohan: You did your best already! Give up! You have to give up, Videl-san! Comentator: Videl-san, I think that Great Saiyaman-san has a point. Comentator: Wouldn't it be better to give up? Videl: Never. I'll never do something like giving up! Gohan: W-Why are you so stubborn! You'll really get klled! Gohan: He won't hold back just because you're a girl! Kuririn: So cruel! How could he do that?! Goku: Hey! Gohan! Calm down! She's safe. We won't let her die. Ireza: Videl! Sharpner: Damn it! Goku: Gohan! Videl: N-No! I don't... I don't want to lose! Gohan: I'm not gonna forgive that damn bastard! Kuririn: Hey, that's no good. Calm down, Gohan. Gohan: No way! Gohan: Stop it! Yamuu: You've had your fun, Spopovich. End it. [kinda didn't have the idea how to translate it nicely... accurately Yamuu says "End your fun here, Spopovich" or something like this.] Yamuu: This isn't what we're here for. Yamuu: Just win already. Comentator: Ring out. Comentator: Competitor Spopovich wins. Gohan: V-Videl-san... Comentator: Um, shall I call for the stretcher? Gohan: No. I'll carry her. Gohan: Spopovich! Gohan: I won't forgive you, bastard. You hear me?! Goku: Does anyone have a Senzu? [TL note: Senzu - senzu bean that heals body and regenerates energy.][Memo: Senzu Bean should be capitalized] Kurirn: Not really, we came here for fun so... Goku: Okay, I'll go to Karin-sama's place and get some. Kuririn: Relax, Gohan. Kuririn: Goku is getting her a Senzu. Gohan: Senzu? Ah, I see! That's good! Satan: W-W-W-What?! Satan: Videl lost and is terribly injured? Glassess: Yes... Satan: That's impossible! Satan: Videl is the strongest person in the world, right after me! Satan: Bastards! She must've fallen for some kind of trick and let her guard down on purpose! Satan: Videl! Satan: Videl! Videl! Satan: Videl! Satan: This is awful... Gohan: She's safe. Her life isn't in danger anymore. Satan: Who the hell are you? Did you do this to my daughter? Doctor: No, he's not. Doctor: He's the kind boy who's brought her here. Satan: I see. Ah, right, her opponent was Spopovich. Satan: You did well, I'll give you my autograph later. Gohan: Okay. Thanks. Satan: You're in the way, so you can go now. Gohan: Okay. Videl: G-Gohan-kun... Gohan: Yes? Videl: B-bat him up... Gohan: Will do. Gohan: If I win my next match, I'll face him in the nd round. Satan: What are you saying? Satan: That's impossible against such a crazy guy. Satan: Your Papa will bat Spopovich, so please rest, Videl. [This line needs re-timing] Satan: N-No way! Satan: You two aren't dating, are you?! Satan: I won't allow it! Out of all the people, with such a super weak looking guy! Satan: I always tell you... I won't allow anyone weaker than me to be your lover! Doctor: Keep it down. Karin: Here, some Senzu. Goku: Thanks, Karin-sama. Karin: By the way, don't let your guard down, Goku. Karin: I've got a bad feeling again. Goku: Yeah. So do I. Comentator: Moving on, the th match will take place now. Orange: Excuse me... Orange: She's still receiving treatment, but she'll be all right. Comentator: But before that, I've got something to announce. Comentator: Regarding competitor Videl who fought before. Comentator: Her injuries were serious, but they didn't endanger her life. Comentator: To all Videl's fans, you can relax. Comentator: The th match, then. Competitors, enter the arena. Comentator: The th match is between competitor Kibito and competitor Great Saiya- Gohan: Excuse me. Gohan: Couldn't we wait for a little bit? Gohan: Just a minute or so. We've got some medicine that can heal Videl-san. Comentator: I see. Roger that. If it's only a while. Gohan: Thank you. [I'm fighting with my brain on this one. Because Sumimasen is I'm sorry no matter how you look at it. But japanese people are like that they say sorry when someone does something for them and as gratitude they apologize. Don't ask me, it's just like that.] Comentator: I must ask everyone for a little bit of patience, I'm afraid. Gohan: Father, please come quickly. Gohan: Father, did he have a Senzu? Goku: Yeah. It seems he hasn't made any lately, but he's had three left. Gohan: That's good! Goku: Let her eat some. Goku: Here. Gohan: Thanks. Gohan: I'm sorry, please wait a moment, I'll be right back. Gohan: Excuse me, please let me through. Gohan: Excuse me, I'm coming in. Gohan: Videl-san, I've brought something to help you. Satan: Hey, you! Videl is resting now! Who gave you permission to enter?! Gohan: I'm sorry, I'm in hurry. Gohan: Videl-san, consider this an unfair fight, and please try eating this bean. Doctor: Hey, you're causing trouble. Giving something to the patient isn't good. Satan: Are you nuts? This isn't time to be eating sweets! Gohan: You'll heal up right away. Satan: If I say you can't give her anything, that means you can't! Videl: I'll take it. Videl: It's coming from you, so something mysterious is bound to happen, right? Gohan: Yeah. Satan: Videl! Don't listen to someone like him! Hey! Satan: HEY! Satan: Spit it out, Videl! Gohan: Everyone's waiting so... Gohan: There! Satan: You! That kid! I'll show you the true meaning of pain later! Videl: I'm healed! Gohan: Sorry to keep you waiting! It's okay now. Comentator: Everyone at the stadium, sorry to keep you waiting! Comentator: We shall begin now! Comentator: It's competitor Kibito and competitor Great Saiyaman! Ireza: Where have I seen the Great Saiyaman? Blue: Hm? Isn't that Son Gohan? Sharpner: What? Hey, lend me that for a moment. Blue: They've got the same hair. Sharpner: You're right, it's Gohan! Sharpner: You've got to be kidding. He's the Great Saiyaman? Ireza: No way. He can't be. Ireza: He secretly borrowed his name and participated in the tournament for sure. Sharpner: Why does he have to do it in secret? Ireza: He's shy, isn't he? That's why. Sharpner: But can he even fight? Blue: Let's cheer on him, even if we know it's useless. Three: Gohan! Do your best! Ireza: Fight! Gohan! Blue: We know you won't win it all, but at least win one! Gohan: I'm totally exposed... Gohan: I see... It's because my headgear is gone. Gohan: Even though I went all the way in disguise... Blue: Go, Gohan! Ireza: You look better without sunglasses! Gohan: What should I do? Comentator: I know a lot has happened but can we start? Comentator: Then, please begin! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: This is bad. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: If they see my true strength, it will turn into an uproar and I won't be able to attend school... Thought/Flashback,Gohan: At least that's what Bulma-san said... Thought/Flashback,Gohan: That was the whole point... Thought/Flashback,Gohan: He doesn't look like someone I can bat if I hold back to fool them. Kibito: Become a Super Saiya-jin. I want to test whether you're of any help to us. Gohan: Why do you know about Super Saiya-jin? Gohan: And what's that about helping you? Kibito: You'll get it soon. First, I want to see the true power of a Super Saiya-jin. Shin: So it has gn... Kibito: Don't be ridiculous... Becoming a Super Saiya-jin in front of all those people. Kuririn: What's going on there? It seems like they're talking... Goku: Become a Super Saiya-jin, he said. Kuririn: What? Yamuu: So? How are they? Spopovich: No. It's not them. The energy is too low. Piccolo: Gohan! Gohan: Piccolo-san... Goku: What is it Piccolo? Do you know something? Piccolo: I don't know anything but... Shin: We'll be using Gohan-san. Shin: I'm terribly sorry. Shin: I have to ask everyone not to move, no matter what happens. Shin: I'd be grateful. Kuririn: What? Goku: What do you mean? Vegeta: I won't listen to someone I'm not familiar with at all. Vegeta: State your true identity. Piccolo: That person is Kaioushin-sama! Piccolo: A God to all Kaiou, including the Dai Kaiou! Kuririn: What?! Goku: Ah! I've heard about that from Kaiou-sama! Goku: So you're a Kaioushin-sama! Overlaps,Crowd: Do something quick! Overlaps,Crowd: What are you doing?! Overlaps,Crowd: How long are you going to laze around?! Overlaps,Crowd: Start the match already! Overlaps,Crowd: It's a waste of time! Comentator: Uhm... The match has started already but... Chichi: Shut up you guys! Something amazing is about to happen! Look carefully, idiots! Kibito: So, become one. Gohan: I-It can't be helped. I guess I'll have to give up on school. Kuririn: What will happen when Gohan becomes a Super Saiya-jin? Shin: Perhaps, the ones from before, Yamuu and Spopovich will attck Son Gohan-san. Shin: But as I said earlier, please don't help him. Shin: It's all right. I don't think they'll take his life, Shin: assuming that their objective is the energy. Goku: Energy? Shin: Yes. Gohan: As you wanted, I'll become a Super Saiya-jin. Gohan: I don't know what for. Gohan: Furthermore, shall I become something that overcomes a Super Saiya-jin? Kibito: What? Something that overcomes a Super Saiya-jin? Videl: N-No way... He transformed... Gohan-kun... Can he be? Spopovich: Hey! Look at this! Yamuu: Extraordinary energy! It's him! Gohan: On your request, I've become a Super Saiya-jin. Gohan: What will you do now? You want to fight like this? Thought/Flashback,Kibito: What an unbelievable power... Thought/Flashback,Kibito: I can't believe he's from this world. Vegeta: That fool. When he fought Cell, he was nothing like that. Vegeta: Because of the peace, he skipped training and became like that. Shin: No. Even like that, it's more than we expected, an amazing power. Shin: I wonder if I'll be able to stop that power. Goku: Stop? Ireza: That's the Golden Warrior, right? Blue: No way, he is...! Sharpner: To think that Gohan is the Golden Warrior. Old: Hey! There were some guys like those when Mr. Satan was fighting Cell, right? Young: That's right! They were! He looks like them! Gohan: What's wrong? Come at me. Yamuu: Okay! We'll be taking that energy! Hold him tight, Spopovich! Spopovich: Yeah! Gohan: What are you, you bastards?! Kuririn: That bastard! Kuririn: Let me go! Hey! Shin: I told you! Don't help him! Spopovich: Those who will help him will get klled! Got it?! Videl: What are you doing to Gohan-kun! Videl: Let me go! Gohan-kun will get klled! Goku: Gohan won't die that easily. Shin: Please be quiet and look. Videl: Why? Goten: Nii-chan will be klled! Trunks: Why aren't the others helping him? Yamuu: Spopovich, it's okay now! It sucked enough energy. Spopovich: Easier than we expected. Shin: Not yet! Don't do anything yet! Shin: It's all right! Kibito will cure Son Gohan-san after this is over! Shin: From now on, I will follow those two so they won't notice me. Goku: Follow them? Shin: If you are willing to, please come with me. It would be very helpful. Sharpner: What in the world was that? Ireza: What... is happening? Chichi: G-G-Gohan-chan is...! Kuririn: What are you going to do, Goku? Goku: I'm going. That Kaioushin-sama said he will save Gohan. Goku: Besides, since it came down to this, I definitely want to know what's going on. Yamuu: With this, Majin-sama will be revived! Yamuu: Babidi-sama will also be pleased! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: This mysterious boy's true identity is a Kaioushin. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The Martial Arts Tournament was suddenly left with a situation. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Also, what is the objective of Spopovich and Yamuu? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: It seems that there are guys who are trying to revive a terrible monster called Majin Buu! Vegeta: Majin or not, I don't care, but I came here to settle my score with you Kakarot! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: Videl-san... I have a bad feeling about this. Title: Videl Crushed, Title: Gohan's Anger Reaches Its Limit!! Title: Next Time Title: Terrible Secret of the Majin Title: Mastermind Appears!! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x106 - Who Is the World's Greatest? The Tournament Preliminaries Begin"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: It's time for the World Martial Arts Tournament's th match. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: At last, the fight between Great Saiyaman and Kibito has gn. Kibito: Become a Super Saiya-jin. I want to test whether you're of any help to us. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Furthermore, Shin, who appears to be the Kaioushin, told Goku and the others to... Shin: I have to ask everyone not to move, no matter what happens. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And so, Gohan decided to transform into a Super Saiya-jin. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The underlings of evil, Yamuu and Spopovich, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: also threw the World Martial Arts Tournament into disarray when they made an unexpected move. Shin: If you are willing to, please come with me. Shin: It would be very helpful. Kuririn: What are you going to do, Goku? Goku: I'm going after him. Goku: Since it came down to this, I definitely want to know what's going on. Videl: Gohan-kun, are you alright? Hang in there! Videl: Quickly, bring a stretcher! Ireza: H-Hey... That's Videl over there? Right? Blue: No way. Ireza: I wonder if I'm having a bad dream... Ouch! Goku: Krillin, what are you gonna do? Kuririn: So you're going, Goku? Kuririn: Then, I guess I'll go too. Although I don't like it one bit. Kuririn: Go ahead, I'll go tell my wife. Vegeta: Stop messing around, Kakarot! Vegeta: What are you going to do about our duel?! Vegeta: It's just after the next fight! Goku: Vegeta... Is this really the time for that? Vegeta: Don't deceive me! Vegeta: Kaioushin or not, I don't care. That guy means nothing to me! Vegeta: I want to settle it with you in a one-on-one fight! Vegeta: That's the only reason I came to this stupid tournament. Goku: Okay, okay, I get what you're saying. Goku: If we don't get the chance during the World Martial Arts Tournament, Goku: then I'll have a match with you soon after, for sure. Goku: Are you okay with that, Vegeta? Vegeta: You bastard, you can't stay here for more than a day, right? Goku: Then come with us! We'll have a go once we've reached our destination. Piccolo: Looks like it's decided. Let us go! Goku: Piccolo! Goku: Can I really leave Gohan in your care? Kibito: It's alright. As soon as I heal Son Gohan, I'll go too. Kibito: Son Gohan will more than likely then decide to accompany me. Vegeta: Damn it! Vegeta: I can't stand this guy! Geez! Kuririn: I'm sorry, but this is how it has to be. C- : I'm not going, it doesn't pay, right? Kuririn: Yeah. Hey, try not to kll anyone during your matches. Kuririn: Bye. C- : If it gets too dangerous, run away. Kuririn: Okay. Gohan: Wh-Where is everyone going? Kibito: If you go, you will find out. Stretch: Okay, please move aside. Stretch: We'll take him. Kibito: Be quiet and look. Stretch: But this person was sab! Stretch: W-We'll leave it to you. Thought/Flashback,Kibito: He's not at full power yet. Thought/Flashback,Kibito: His true power knows no limit. Thought/Flashback,Kibito: Even so, who would have thought that there was a human so full of pure energy. Thought/Flashback,Kibito: It's no wonder why they wanted it. Trunks: What's that? What is happening? Did your brother lose? Goten: I hope he's alright. Trunks: Papa and the others also flew off somewhere. Kibito: You can move now, Son Gohan. Videl: Gohan-kun, does this mean you're okay? Gohan: I can feel power flowing through me more than ever before. Gohan: Who are you? Gohan: Come with me. I'll tell you everything. Satan: Hey. Have you seen Videl? Orange: Ah, your daughter is right over there. Satan: Hm? Satan: Ah! She's with that punk again! Satan: Darn! Even though you healed Videl's injuries with some mysterious bean, I won't allow that relationship! Videl: Hey, can I come with you? Videl: There are a lot things I want to know. Please. Gohan: No. You better not. It'll be dangerous. Gohan: I get that feeling. Videl: I won't get in your way, I just want to come along. Videl: Even if you say no, I'll go. Satan: Videl! Gohan: Can you promise me that you will run away if it gets bad? Videl: Yes. Gohan: Okay then. Let's go. Videl: Thanks. Satan: Th-Th-Th-Th-They flew! Satan: Videl is flying! Orange: Everyone is flying lately. : Videl... became a flying girl?! Orange: Woah! That was kind of an odd joke... Sharpner: What is happening? Videl and Son Gohan also flew off somewhere. Ireza: What a strange day, huh? Ireza: Videl seems to be okay even though she was bat up pretty bad before, and now she can fly! Blue: Could it be some kind of trick by any chance? Blue: Mr. Satan said something about it in the past. Sharpner: That's right, it's a trick for sure. Sharpner: Putting Son Gohan aside, there's no way Videl could fly. Ireza: Oh, so it's like that? Sharpner: Everyone became a guru and are playing tricks. Ireza: I'm disappointed, I took it seriously. Ireza: I'm going to scold them the next time I see them at school. Trunks: Goten, what happened? Goten: Who knows... Chichi: I have a bad feeling about this. Comentator: What will happen to the World Martial Arts Tournament? Old lady: I wonder what happened at the World Martial Arts Tournament. Guy: The broadcast has stopped and only Mr. Satan's face is showing... Goku: Hey! Shin: As I thought, you came. You will really help. Shin: Without your power, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to win. Goku: Not able to win? Against those two? Shin: No. Those two are just being used. Shin: By an evil warlock! [In all other translations I've seen, official and otherwise, both Bibidi and Babadi were referred to as "warlocks" instead of "warlock". ~AoI] Piccolo: A warlock? Shin: Yes. Shin: A long time ago, when humans first started walking on two legs, Shin: on the other side of space, there lived a wicked warlock named Bibidi. Shin: One day, Bibidi accidentally created a terrifying monster. Shin: Named Buu, it was an incredibly dreadful Majin. Goku: Buu? Sounds like a fart. Shin: Majin Buu posesses neither senses nor emotions. Shin: He's a monster that was born to repeat the slaughter and Shin: mssacre over and over again, just to plant fear into all living creatures. Shin: In just a few years, hundreds of planets have been destroyed. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: We, the Saiya-jins, were doing things like that, too. Shin: No, Vegeta-san. Shin: At that time, there were five Kaioushins. Shin: Each one of them would have been able to effortlessly defeat Frieza. Shin: Of those Kaioushins, four were klled by Majin Buu. Goku: Woah, that's amazing! Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: That bastard... He can even read minds? Shin: Buu was so dreadful that he even bit the hand of his own creator, Bibidi. Shin: When he needed rest, Majin Buu was sealed inside of a ball-like receptacle. Kibito: Bibidi has brought the sealed Majin Buu to Earth. Kibito: We believe that this planet is his next target. Gohan: Th-That's impossible! Kibito: It was only a chance. Before Buu was unsealed, Kaioushin-sama was able to kll Bibidi. Gohan: Okay. Kibito: But the ball with Buu sealed inside was left untouched. Gohan: Why? You could have just destroyed it at that time. Kibito: We thought was better not to risk awakening the creature with our attempts. Besides... Kibito: Only Bibidi was supposed to be able to remove the seal. Gohan: Was supposed to be? Kibito: Recently, we uncovered some troubling information. Shin: It seems that Bibidi had a child. Goku: What?! Shin: With a heart as wicked as his father's. The warlock known as... Shin: Babidi! Goku: Warlock Babidi? Shin: Somehow, it seems that Babidi is also able to remove the seal. Goku: So is he the one controlling Yamuu and Spopovich? Shin: Yes. Babidi, just as his father Bibidi, possesses a very evil heart. Kuririn: Majin, warlocks... A lot of guys we've never heard of are cropping up. Goku: So in short, we just have to prevent the resurrection of that Majin Buu, right? Shin: That's how it is. Shin: To do that, we have to defeat Babidi. Shin: Because right now he is the only being capable of removing the seal on Majin Buu. Goku: Is he strong? Shin: He uses wicked magic, but when it comes to power he's not that strong. Shin: He's just like his father in that respect. Shin: But warlocks like him take advantage of the evil in people's hearts, like Spopovich's and Yamuu's, Shin: and use it to control them. Shin: So long as he doesn't use troublesome humans, it should be okay, but... [TLC please, it's rather confusing] Gohan: Then, why did Spopovich and Yamuu enter the World Martial Arts Tournament? Gohan: What did they do to me? Kibito: It seems that because Majin Buu has been sealed for such a long time, Kibito: a huge quantity of untainted energy is needed to revive him. Gohan: Untainted energy? Kibito: Collecting large amounts of energy as quickly as possible is what Kibito: he wished to acquire at World Martial Arts Tournament, so he sent those two. Kibito: The energy you released when you become a Super Saiya-jin had been their main target. Kibito: The Kaioushin-sama and I did not wish to interfere, however, Kibito: we wanted to know where Babidi was hiding. Kibito: You see, when we came to Earth, we searched for days Kibito: but the ball containing Majin Buu wasn't anywhere to be found. Kibito: It had been moved from its original hiding place. Kibito: That's why we are following those two, because we are certain that they will lead us to it. Gohan: V-Videl-san. Gohan: Are you okay? Videl: Y-Yes. Goku: If he was such a troublesome creature, why did you leave Majin Buu be after you finished off Babidi's father? Shin: It was unavoidable. Shin: There was a possibility that the seal would break if we attcked it carelessly. Shin: Also, we were relieved. Shin: The ball with the sealed Majin Buu, was in a very dangerous place for the freshly awaken humans. [TLC here as well would be greatly appreciated.] Spopovich: It went well, didn't it? Yamuu: With this much energy, Babidi-sama will surely be delighted. Yamuu: We'll be rewarded big time. Let's hurry up! Spopovich: Yeah! Kibito: At this speed, we won't be able to catch up with Kaioushin-sama. Kibito: I'm speeding up a little. Gohan: O-Okay. Gohan: Please wait a bit. Gohan: Videl-san, I don't think you should push yourself so much. Videl: It's frustrating... But it's impossible for me to go faster. Videl: It's so fast I can barely keep my eyes open. Gohan: That's because you've only just learned how to fly. Gohan: It's better if you go back, after all. Gohan: There is no way to predict what will happen from here on. Gohan: I can only imagine it as something dangerous. Videl: It looks like I won't have a choice. Videl: No matter how you look at it, I'll be in the way. Videl: But it's a pity. Gohan: Thanks. Gohan: Go back to the tournament grounds and if you see Goten or Mom, please try to explain the situation to them. Videl: Got it. But first, I have to know something. The Golden Warrior was you, wasn't it? Gohan: What? Yeah... Gohan: I'm sorry I lied to you. Gohan: I didn't want anyone to know. Videl: Seven years ago, during the fight against Cell, there were some strange people there with my father. It was you guys, wasn't it? Videl: The kid that was there with them, it was you, right? Gohan: Yes. Videl: The one who defeated Cell probably wasn't my father, but you guys, right? Gohan: That's... Videl: As I thought. Videl: Don't worry about it so much. Videl: I also found it strange that my father defeated it. Videl: It all makes sense now. Videl: Do your best, Gohan-kun. Defeat the evil warlock Babidi and save everyone. Gohan: Okay. Videl: Gohan-kun! I'll be waiting at the tournament grounds! Gohan: All right! Kibito: Shall we? Gohan: Ah, sorry about that. Kibito: Then, let us speed up and catch up with Kaioushin-sama. Gohan: Yes. Videl: How can they travel at that speed? Videl: You had better not die, Gohan-kun, because I want to go on a date with you. Gohan: Ah! We caught up! Gohan: Father! Kuririn: It's Gohan! Goku: There you are! Piccolo: Gohan, we were waiting for you. Gohan: Thanks. Goku: Did you hear everything? Goku: This time, the enemy seems really troublesome. Gohan: Yes. Goku: We can finally have some fun after a while. Gohan: That's right. Kuririn: Goku is enthusiastic about it, but will it be okay? Kuririn: It all seems rather dangerous. PuiPui: They're here. Yamuu: It's there, right? Spopovich: Yeah. Shin: Ah! They've started to descend! Kuririn: In a place like this? Kibito: Strange. We searched this place once already. Shin: Everyone, please hide your presence, alright? [he says to kll their pressence but as a rare case it is I'll let myself paraphrase it a bit] Goku: Someone's there! Goku: Is that Babidi? Shin: No, he isn't. Shin: He's probably another one of Babidi's underlings. Goku: The ground around them looks strange, like it was dug up or something. Kibito: I get it! That Babidi bastard hid his ship under the ground! Kibito: So nobody looking for it would notice. Shin: If that is the case then Babidi may know that we've come to Earth looking for him. Shin: He wouldn't hide his ship otherwise. Piccolo: Wouldn't it be better to strike quickly? Piccolo: Before the energy they stole from Gohan can be used to resurrect Majin Buu. Shin: Don't worry. They will resurrect Majin Buu away from their ship, so they don't risk destroying it. Shin: Let's wait a little bit more and attck at that time. Piccolo: Someone's coming! Narrator: Kaioushin and the others are trying to prevent the resurrection of the unbelievably strong Majin Buu. Narrator: Who are those two mysterious people who have appeared? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: So he's Babidi, the one trying to resurrect Majin Buu? Goku: Who is the guy standing next to him? Shin: N-No way... He even made that guy his underling... Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: Be careful, he's coming here! Title: Terrible Secret of the Majin Title: Mastermind Appears!! Title: Next Time Title: The Trap of Evil Warlock Babidi Title: and The King of Dark Hell Dabla Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x107 - Everyone is Shocked! Goten and Trunks' Super Battle!!\" / \"Everyone is Surprised! Goten and Trunks' Super Battle"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: After stealing Gohan's energy, Yamu and Spopovich headed to Babidi's hideout. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Goku and the others who accompanied Kaioushin have followed them. Kibito: Dabura. Shin: No way! When you say Dabura, you mean- Kibito: That damned Babidi has even gotten his hands on the Dark King of Hell! Goku: Dabura? Is he the big one? Shin: Yes! Goku: Is he strong? Shin: Of course he is. Shin: For somebody to hold the title of the Dark Hell King, you would have to be! Gohan: What is that? The Dark Hell thing? Shin: On the other side of this world, there is another one. Shin: In this world some of you might be a cut above the rest, but... Shin: ... in the other, evil world, Dabura is the strongest! Kuririn: Are you serious? Who knew there was a place like that? Kuririn: Wouldn't he be a super dangerous opponent, then? Kuririn: That's bad! Gohan: If that's the case, then is Babidi the small one? Shin: That's right. Gohan: So that's the bastard. Shin: It's true, that in terms of strength he's powerless, but... Shin: ... he uses dark magic, so you can't make light of him. Shin: He's even made Dabura his underling! Piccolo: So Babidi's magic can even make the strongest being from this Dark Hell place obey him? Kibito: Correct. Kibito: I believe he found the evil in that demon's heart and manipulated it in order to take control of him. Kibito: Someone like Dabura would be most susceptible to such a spell. Kibito: Without a doubt, that is Babidi's most terrifying ability. Kibito: Yamu, Spopovich, and that other one down there also appear to be controlled by it. Kibito: Only people with pure hearts like us are able to fight him because of our ability to resist such magics. Shin: Even so, I couldn't have guessed that somebody like Dabura would've been here! Shin: Babidi and Dabura's combination is just... Vegeta: Are you trying to say that there's only a small chance of success? Vegeta: So if this thing called "Majin Buu" is resurrected, the world is going to end? Vegeta: I won't let that happen. I won't lose to someone like them! Kuririn: This is... rather dangerous, isn't it? Goku: Krillin! I think maybe you ought to go back! Goku: It seems things are much more dangerous than we thought. Krillan: I-I guess I'll do that. It looks like I won't be of much help here. Goku: Besides, it hasn't been long since you got married, right? Kuririn: Yeah. And I have a wife and a cute daughter now too, don't I? Kuririn: Then, sorry. Babidi: So this is full of the energy I asked for? Yamuu: Y-Yes! Babidi: You've done well. Babidi: With this, we're one step closer to ressurecting Majin Buu. Spopovich: This was nothing! It was an easy job for someone as strong us! Babidi: With this, I have no more use of you. Babidi: "Boom"! That sound is always a pleasure to hear. PuiPui: Yes. I agree. Dabura: There's still one more to take care of. Babidi: Pui Pui, would you like to do the honors? PuiPui: Yes! Babidi: Nice sht! Gohan: Their own comrades... What kind of monsters are they?! Babidi: They were miserable, weren't they? Babidi: It brings me so much joy to see the faces they made just before they were destroyed. Dabura: Soon you will begin to see much more of those kinds of faces. Babidi: That's true. Goku: How cruel. Gohan: Those monsters... Kibito: This is how the warlock Babidi does things. Kibito: Babidi locates powerful warriors everywhere he goes and turns them into his underlings using magic. Kibito: And when they're no longer of use to him, they're thrown out like garbage. Kibito: This time using the same method, he's collecting energy and plans on resurrecting the sealed Majin Buu. Babidi: Well then, Dabura. Dabura: Yes. Babidi: All according to plan. Babidi: Yamu and Spopovich brought lots of untapped energy sources with them. Babidi: Including the Kaioushin that klled my father long ago, it seems. Dabura: They think they're so well hidden.[Those damned campers][You've activated my trap card...] Dabura: A bunch of insects... All seven of them. [Bugs because he says Nanabiki. Hiki is a classifier for small animals] Dabura: Even if we can't use Kaioushin and Kibito's energy, Dabura: there are still three bugs which posses enough energy suitable for Majin Buu's resurrection. Babidi: It seems so. Babidi: With those three alone we can get more than enough energy. Babidi: We'll be able to resurrect Majin Buu soon. Babidi: Drawing them into the ship and absorbing their energy seems the most reasonable, don't you think? Dabura: Yes. Though I am certain that Kaioushin won't easily fall for such a trick. Babidi: Wipe them all out, except for those three. Babidi: If you do so and return inside quickly, they'll go in after you for sure. Dabura: I see. Dabura: That will be my duty, correct? Babidi: That's right, but be sure leave Kaioushin unharmed. Babidi: He's my father's enemy, after all. Babidi: I'll put an end to his life slowly, later. Dabura: Understood, Babidi-sama. Dabura: I shall leave the pleasure of klling him to you. Babidi: I'll leave the rest up to you, then. Dabura: Yes. PuiPui: B-Babidi-sama, I... Babidi: Dabura will be fine on his own. Babidi: You're coming inside with me. Babidi: Because I'll be leaving the first stage to you. PuiPui: Understood! Goku: Hm? Everyone except Dabura went inside. Dabura: Well then, shall I begin? Vegeta: They know about us! Shin: Kibito! Gohan: Kibito-san! Goku: Damn it! Shin: Watch out! Shin: Oh no! If his saliva touches you, you'll turn to... Piccolo: What?! Piccolo: You bastard! Goku: Hey! Gohan: Krillin-san! Goku: Krillin, Piccolo! Goku: Piccolo! Goku: What happened to them?! Shin: ... stone. Goku: Wha—? Shin: If Dabura's saliva touches you, you'll turn to stone! Goku: What did you say? Goku: Piccolo! Shin: Don't! Shin: You can't touch him! Goku: Why? Shin: If you accidentally break him, you won't be able to turn him back to normal! Gohan: That's... Damn! Goku: Damn it! Dabura: You should all leave while you still can. Dabura: No one can oppose Babidi-sama. Gohan: K-Krillin-san... Piccolo-san. Goku: Kaioushin-sama, you said that if we break them, they can't be turned back to normal, right? Goku: Then, there must be a way to do so, right? Shin: Th-That's... as long as Dabura is still alive. Goku: So there is a way. Goku: That won't be so hard. Gohan: Let's go, Dad. We're going in either way, right? Gohan: We have to save Krillin-san and Piccolo-san. Goku: Of course we do, let's go! Shin: Wait! We can't fall into the enemy's trap! Shin: Entering their ship will only make things easier for them! Shin: Let's move in after we've observed them a little longer! Goku: I can't leave Krillin and Piccolo like that! Gohan: Neither can I! Vegeta: Sorry, patience is one of our weaker traits. Shin: Good grief. Goku: Okay, let's go. Gohan: Yes. Babidi: They're here, they're here! Babidi: They really are a bunch of idiots, aren't they? Goku: What's with this place? Goku: It's quite unique.[TLC pls] Gohan: There's only one door. Let's destroy it and proceed. Goku: Yeah... Goku: So you came after all, Kaioushin-sama. Shin: Because of your reckless behavior. Shin: Once you've entered this ship, there is no way out. Goku: What? Shin: Until you defeat Babidi, I'm afraid. Goku: Well, as long as we defeat Babidi, it'll be fine, right? Vegeta: When the time is right, I'll destroy the entire ship. Shin: That's out of question! Such a big shock could wake up Majin Buu! Shin: You people are underestimating Babidi and Majin Buu! Shin: Even though Majin Buu hasn't reached his full power yet, Shin: he's absorbed enough energy to ensure that not just our destruction but the Earth's as well Shin: can occur in the blink of an eye! Babidi: So even Kaioushin has come. This is good. Vegeta: Regardless, this room is boring. PuiPui: Babidi-sama! Babidi-sama! Babidi: Oh, Pui Pui? PuiPui: Yes. Can I go out now? Babidi: Oh, sorry to keep you waiting! Babidi: By all means, go steal their energy! PuiPui: Yes! Leave it to me! Babidi: Oh, I almost forgot. Babidi: I have to deposit this energy right away. Babidi: Come Dabura. Even if we don't watch, we know what will happen. Dabura: Yes. PuiPui: I'm glad you came. This is the first stage. Gohan: First stage? Goku: What's that? PuiPui: Babidi-sama resides on the lowest floor. PuiPui: But you can't reach it until you proceed through several stages and defeat the warriors who show up there. PuiPui: And the opponent on the first stage is me. PuiPui: In other words, your journey ends here! Goku: No, I don't think that's going to happen. PuiPui: Wha—? Babidi: Hm? How?! Babidi: In just one go, it received enough energy to almost reach half on the scale! Dabla: What are you saying? Babidi: Did Yamu and Spopovich collect this energy from over a hundred people? Dabla: Who knows. I didn't hear anything about that. Babidi: Tch! If they were able to collect this much energy in such a short amount of time, Babidi: then perhaps I shouldn't have klled them. Dabla: It's all right. Dabla: I believe that if we collect the energy from those three bugs on the first stage, Dabla: on the first stage, then we should be able to attain full capacity. Dabla: If things continue to go smoothly, then Majin Buu will materialize by end of the day. Babidi: That's the reason we lured them here, isn't it? Babidi: Well then, Pui Pui might have already taken care them. Babidi: Let's go, Dabura. Babidi: Let's see. Goku/Gohan/Vegeta: Rock, Paper, Scissors! Babidi: Hm? They're not even fighting yet? Goku/Gohan/Vegeta: Rock, Paper, Scissors! Babidi: What are they doing?! Vegeta: I won. Goku: You're lucky, Vegeta. Vegeta: Okay, I'll go first. Shin: Ehm... A-Are you going to fight by yourself? Vegeta: Of course. Vegeta: I'm more than he can handle, anyway. PuiPui: Babidi-sama told me they have incredible power, so I should be careful. However... PuiPui: ... it seems like you're just stupid! Vegeta: Isn't Babidi the one that's stupid? Vegeta: He's going to regret not having having done his research. Vegeta: To think, he failed to realize that the most powerful being in the universe was here, on Earth, this whole time. PuiPui: "The most powerful"? PuiPui: You're a genuine idiot! Shin: You can't underestimate the enemy! Shin: Remember, Babidi selects only the strongest of warriors to turn into his underlings! Goku: It'll be all right. Let's leave this to Vegeta. Shin: But... PuiPui: You cannot escape! PuiPui: This room will absorb the energy of every ht you take. PuiPui: It's built to distribute the energy to the sphere that Majin Buu is imprisoned in. Vegeta: I'm glad to hear that. Vegeta: So as long as I don't receive any damage, my energy won't be stolen? PuiPui: That's how it is. PuiPui: But unfortunately for you, that's impossible. PuiPui: As long as I am here, that is! Vegeta: What an annoying fool. Vegeta: Enough with the trash talk. Vegeta: Let's get this over with. Vegeta: Come and get me. Dabla: So that bug is named Vegeta. Shin: Vegeta-san. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The fight on first stage has finally started. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Vegeta is full of confidence, however. Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Tch! First one that gets to fight is Vegeta, huh? Goku: I wanted to fight first! Shin: You're underestimating Babidi and the others too much! Shin: you should be more careful. Goku: Next episode on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: Vegeta-san and Dad too... As I thought, tremendous strength! Title: Evil Warlock Babidi Title: and the Dark King of Hell Dabura's trap. Title: Next Time Title: Don't Underestimate the Super Saiya-jin! Title: Vegeta and Goku Go All Out! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x108 - The Junior Champ Is Finally Decided! Who Will Fight Against Mr. Satan?"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: After geing covered by the Dark Hell King's saliva, Piccolo and Krillin were turned to stone! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: To turn them back, Goku and the others entered Babidi's space ship. PuiPui: Babidi-sama resides on the lowest floor. PuiPui: But you can't get there unless you pass all of the stages by defeating the warriors that await you. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Can they really defeat the enemy warriors and get to Babidi's private room? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The first stage has gn. PuiPui: Die! PuiPui: You're better than I thought. PuiPui: But this ends now. Goku: See? That's why I told you Vegeta alone is more than enough here. Vegeta: Right here, fool. Shin: A-Amazing! Gohan: As expected from Vegeta-san. He's much more powerful than he used to be. Goku: Vegeta kept up with his training, huh? Babidi: That damned Pui Pui! What is he doing?! Babidi: If he dosen't deal any damage, we won't be able to harvest the energy for Majin Buu's resurrection! Dabla: Don't worry, it's only a temporary setback. Dabla: Pui Pui simply let his guard down. Vegeta: What's wrong? Is that all? PuiPui: What?! PuiPui: Damn! Babidi: Hey! What planet does Pui Pui come from? Dabla: The high-gravity planet, Zun. Babidi: Hm, planet Zun, huh? Okay! Goku: Hm? Gohan: Wh-What? What happened? Gohan: What is this place? Shin: It's Babidi's doing. Shin: He altered the room with magic. Shin: This place will probably give the upper hand to that warrior. Goku: Now that's interesting. Shin: But Goku-san, this way Vegeta-san will... Goku: Well, just watch. Shin: What? PuiPui: You fool! Now you're done for! PuiPui: This is planet Zun. I was raised on this planet. PuiPui: The gravity here is ten times stronger than the Earth's. PuiPui: You can't withstand it. Vegeta: So what? Vegeta: Even though the gravity is ten times stronger, I don't feel a thing. PuiPui: That's a lie! I know you're bluffing! Vegeta: I'll show you whether it's a bluff or not. PuiPui: You fool! Die! Vegeta: Told you it wasn't a bluff. Gohan: He did it! Vegeta: That bastard Babidi, sending such a boring opponent. Goku: Look! A hole going down has opened! Goku: Looks like could be an elevator or something. Gohan: This feels like like a TV game, doesn't it? Vegeta: What a foolish game. Goku: Hey! Let's go, Kaioushin-sama! Shin: Th-That's... To be that strong... Goku: What's this? Isn't this room the same as before? Gohan: But isn't it going to magically change like the other one did just now? Babidi: Why are there people with such strength on Earth? Dabla: When I conducted my research about three hundred years ago, there were no such humans. Babidi: Damn it! Dabla: I wouldn't worry about them too much if they're on this level. Dabla: There are still three stages left. Dabla: If, by any chance, something happens, I'm right here, aren't I? Goku: Now it's my turn to fight. Goku: What kind of opponent will come out? Goku: It would be good if it was someone incredibly strong. Dabla: Babidi-sama, which warrior shall we appoint to stage two? Babidi: Let's use Yakon. Dabla: Yakon? You seriously mean to use someone like him on stage two? Babidi: It may be better not to underestimate those earthlings. Babidi: You've seen for yourself. That damned Pui Pui couldn't harm them at all. Dabla: I see. Dabla: But if Yakon defeats them all, I won't get to have any fun. Babidi: Instead of having fun, shouldn't we focus on waking up Majin Buu from his long sleep? Dabla: Yes. Forgive me. Dabla: Stage two is for Yakon. Dabla: Contact him. Underling: Yes! Underling: Yakon-sama. Babidi: Yakon! Babidi: I made you wait a long time. It's your turn! Babidi: Fight all you want. Yakon: Yes, Babidi-sama. Goku: Hey! Still nothing? Hurry up and get out here! Vegeta: Foolish. How about we destroy the floor and go down right away? Shin: Th-That won't work! Like I told you before, if you create a large enough disturbance, Majin Buu could... Vegeta: At this point, won't that Majin Buu thing be just a weakling? Vegeta: Like the one named Dabura. Shin: What? What do you mean by Dabura being weak? Vegeta: I'm saying that Dabura doesn't seem like he's the tough bastard that you've made him out to be. Vegeta: Back there, I saw his movement and attcks outside but, Vegeta: as long as we watch out for the saliva, we could take him down. Vegeta: That Kibito guy who went down was just a goon. Shin: Is that true, Son Goku-san? Goku: Yeah, even though that wasn't his full strength. Goku: Earlier, I thought he was a scary opponent. Goku: Seven years ago there was a guy named Cell. Goku: Maybe he's just as strong. Thought/Flashback,Shin: U-Unbelievable... Are they that good? Those Super Saiya-jins? Thought/Flashback,Shin: Speaking of which, immobilizing Son Gohan when he became a Super Saiya-jin was quite difficult. Thought/Flashback,Shin: Even like that, it wasn't his full strength? Goku: Hey, would you hurry it up?! It's my turn to fight this time! Goku: What is that thing?! Shin: Th-That one is... Babidi: Yakon, if you would be so kind as to take care of those three bugs in one go. Gohan: Something amazing came out. Yakon: Whom should I start off my feast with? Goku: I'm your opponent. Goku: You sure are big, but you also look kinda fat. Shin: C-Could that be Y-Yakon? Yakon the Magical Beast? Gohan: Yakon the Magical Beast? Shin: Yes! A tremendously strong one magical beast said to be feared by the entire galaxy. Shin: It may be too much for Goku-san alone. Babidi: Yakon, be sure to steal every last drop of his energy. Babidi: The quicker we resurrect Majin Buu, the better. Goku: Wow! That was close! Gohan: Despite being so big, he's quite fast. Shin: That's what I told you! Let's fight together! Gohan: No, I think Dad alone is just fine. Shin: Th-That's...! Yakon: You escaped well. Yakon: But that's not happening this time. Goku: Wow! You surprised me with those big claws of yours! Babidi: He's scared, he's scared! Babidi: Scare them more and finish them right away! Babidi: Good Yakon! Babidi: As expected! Babidi: You can kll the three bugs, but leave Kaioushin. Babidi: We're going to take all of their energy. Babidi: With this, Majin Buu will be resurrected for sure. Babidi: To finish the duel quickly, I'm going to send you to your beloved Planet of Darkness. Dabla: Even without the dark planet's benefits, Yakon could win this. Babidi: Well, that's true. Babidi: But if they fight inside the ship, they risk waking up Majin Buu prematurely, don't they? Babidi: If he's going to be resurrected anyway, wouldn't you want him to be at his full strength? Dabla: I see. Babidi: Let's go, then. Goku: Hey, hey, hey! It's so dark you can't see a thing! Goku: This is troublesome. Yakon: This is the Planet of Darkness, where I was born! Yakon: Here, I can see you clear as day! Yakon: You're scratching your head right now, aren't you? Goku: Hm? The Planet of Darkness? Shin: The world that Yakon was raised on. Shin: It's at the edge of space, where sunlight doesn't reach. Shin: That's why it's always pitch-dark. Yakon: I got you! The first bug! Yakon: Wh-Where are you? Goku: Here! Shin: Do you understand what is happening? Vegeta: Well, more or less. Yakon: Can you see me? Goku: You're underestimating us too much. Goku: Even though I can't see anything, I can still easily anticipate your movements. Goku: When you disrupt the airflow, for instance. Goku: Besides there are a lot more ways I can make you visible. Goku: For example... Babidi: Who the hell is he?! Babidi: What is happening?! Babidi: The atmosphere around him changed! Dabla: It's nothing. He's only shining. Babidi: You! Bring me an energy measurement instrument! The most capable one we have! Gohan: It's become more intense. As expected from Dad. [orig: He became more intense. As expected from Dad. --- TLC please] Goku: So now do you get it? No matter how dark it is, it's useless. Yakon: I see. I can see that darkness is useless. Goku: Hm? He doesn't seem to be scared at all. Underling: Babidi-sama! Babidi: Hm? Babidi: What?! , kili?! [orig: What?! kili?! --- I went for the English version of the energy unit] Babidi: How can an Earthling generate a reading of , kili?! Dabla: , kili? You can destroy a planet if you're capable of producing only a couple hundred. Dabla: This is most strange. Such humans shouldn't exist. Babidi: Maybe the measuring instrument is broken? Babidi: But if he really can produce , kili, there is no chance that Yakon will win. Babidi: Yakon's energy reads as only kili after all. Yakon: I win! Goku: Wh-What's this?! Gohan: Hm? It got dark again. Vegeta: No. He was taken down from Super Saiya-jin back down to normal. Yakon: Delicious. Yakon: This is the first time I've eaten such a rich and delicious light. Goku: Eaten? Shin: M-Magical Beast Yakon eats light! Shin: Goku-san's energy from the Super Saiya-jin form is nothing more than the main course. Gohan: What? Gohan: Dad! Don't transform into a Super Saiya-jin! He can eat light energy! Yakon: That's how it is. Yakon: If it's possible, I'd love to eat it one more time. Yakon: It was the best light I've ever had. Goku: Wow. What a strange guy. Goku: Okay, I'll give you more! Yakon: What? Goku: Here I come! Vegeta: What is he thinking? Gohan: Dad, I'm going to fight too! The two of us can win even without becoming a Super Saiya-jin. Goku: No. I'm going to do it alone. Don't interfere. Yakon: You're such an idiot! Yakon: I'll be taking it again! Shin: H-He really is a fool. Shin: Wh-Why is he so fixated on fighting alone? Shin: This isn't a game! Vegeta: Be quiet and let him do what he wants. Vegeta: Kakarot has some kind of idea. He's not an idiot. Goku: He's sucking me in! Goku: As if I would lose! Babidi: Yakon you blockhead! Babidi: What do you think you're doing sucking in his energy! What a waste! Babidi: If the energy doesn't come from being dealt damage, Majin Buu can't absorb it! Shin: A-Amazing! Gohan: Dad, you did it! Vegeta: I see. Dabla: Impossible. Goku: It opened! Goku: We can go to the lower floor! Gohan: Alright! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: As expected, Goku was strong. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: He defeated Yakon quickly and the four of them went toward the third stage. Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: We went through stage two, haven't we? Goku: By the way, what is happening with the Martial Arts Tournament? Satan: Me, being the World Champion, am not standing out! Satan: I have to think of a good way. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai. Gohan: While we're at it, I haven't seen Trunks or Goten. Are they okay? Title: Don't Underestimate the Super Saiya-jin! Title: Vegeta and Goku Go All Out! Title: Next Time Title: Who Will Get the World Champion Title?! Title: Battle Royal Final!! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x109 - A Troubling Premonition! The Appearance of a Mysterious Warrior!!\" / \"Restless Foreboding; A Mysterious Warrior"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: You can't get to the control room where Babidi and Dabura are, unless you defeat the enemies that show up in each stage. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: In stage one, Vegeta dealt with Pui Pui quickly. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: In stage two, Goku defeated the magical beast, Yakon. Gohan: That was amazing, Dad! Gohan: The was some amazing Ki you had when you defeated the monster. Goku: I guess so. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: As I thought, Kakarot has also surpassed the wall. The wall of Super Saiya-jin. Babidi: H-He exploded... Babidi: Y-Yakon has... Babidi: Why did he explode?! Dabla: That fool. Dabla: Seems like he fell into the enemies' trap. Dabla: He went overboard sucking up all that light energy. Babidi: No! Babidi: It was... strange! Babidi: Y-Yakon, in that last instant... puffed up! Babidi: They are not ordinary after all... Dabla: I understand. Dabla: Let me erase your uneasiness. Babidi: What? Dabla: I, myself, shall go to stage three. Dabla: And using the energy I collect, we'll be able to revive Majin Buu in no time. Babidi: Dabura... If you're defeated, it will mean the end... Babidi: You have a chance to win, right? Dabla: Chance to win? Dabla: I am the Dark Hell King, Dabura. Dabla: Whether it's , kili or , kili, there's no one in this world on par with me. Goku: I wonder just what kind of guy will come out next. Goku: Gohan. Goku: It's your turn now. Shin: Goku-san, this isn't a game. Shin: You have to remember, only the strongest of warriors are chosen to serve as Babidi's underlings. Shin: I'm glad that we've won until now, but from now on let's fight together. Goku: Don't worry Kaioushin-sama. Goku: Besides, wouldn't it be unfair? Shin: Unfair? Goku: Yeah. Only me and Vegeta got to fight, so fighting together with Gohan would be... Gohan: That's right Kaioushin-sama. Gohan: Please leave it to me. Gohan: Okay! I'll do my best! Babidi: Okay. Go, Dabura. Dabla: I will be sure to crush those insects with my own hands, at any cost. Underling: Hm? Dabura-sama, where are you going? Underling: The entrance to the stage is this way. Babidi: It's okay, this way. Underling: T-The mediation room?! Underling: I get it now! It's because Dabura-sama wants to raise his Ki before the fight! Babidi: Do not open that door until Dabura says it's okay, no matter what. Underling: Yes! Babidi: He's looking forward to it, isn't he? Babidi: If he gets serious, klling those three bugs will be easy. Gohan: So slow... How long are they going to keep us waiting? Goku: Don't be so impatient. Goku: They're probably preparing an extraordinary warrior. Goku: By the way, I wonder what happened with the World Martial Arts Tournament. Gohan: Well, we completely left it. Vegeta: Rather than fighting here with some weaklings, I wanted to fight with you at the World Martial Arts Tournament! Gohan: I also was looking forward to fighting with you. Goku: I'm the same, you know... Gohan: I wonder if C- is doing well. Thought/Flashback,Shin: These people... are having fun fighting... Thought/Flashback,Shin: The Saiya-jins truly enjoy fighting! Comentator: Everyone! Please be quiet! Comentator: Please be quiet! Comentator: Until the situation becomes clear, the World Martial Arts Tournament will be put on hold! Pink: What are you doing?! Do it! Blondie: Do it! Quickly! Goten: A break, huh? I wanted to fight right away. Trunks: This is your brother's fault. Trunks: Because he got beaten by some strange guys. Goten: It's not Nii-chan's fault! Trunks: If he hadn't done that, the matches would have continued! Goten: Don't say bad things about Nii-chan! Goten/Trunks: Ouch, that hurts, you... Ouch! Someone: What's that? What happened? Goten: Ouch... Orange: Are you okay, Mighty Mask-san? Trunks: Ouch, ouch, ouch... Orange: Are you hurt? Trunks: No, I'm all right! Trunks: Walk properly! Goten: You stand firmly! Trunks: Walk propelry! Orange: Is he feeling alright? Orange: Did you tell that to the participants? Orange: I'll do it now. Goten: Hey, Trunks-kun. Trunks: Hm? Goten: I'm thirsty, let's rest a little. Trunks: Yeah, I suppose we should. Trunks: It's quite tiresome, acting as one person when it's really the two of us. Trunks: That way. Trunks: This way. Comentator: Oh, that's right. I have to tell this to Mighty Mask-san too. Trunks: That way. Trunks: Here, here. Trunks: Okay, no one's in here. Comentator: There he is. Goten: Hey, Trunks-kun get off, quickly! Trunks: Wait a second, don't rush so much. Comentator: Hm? Kids' voices? Lady: Yeah, yeah, excuse me! Lady: Oh, so busy, so busy! Geez, everyone left things so untidy! Honestly! Comentater: Excuse me... I'm also in hurry... Goten: Yay! Juice, juice! Goten: Hm... Ah, this one! Comentator: Geez, really... Comentator: Competitor Mighty Mask? Comentator: Hm? You guys... Trunks-kun and Goten-kun, was it? Trunks: Y-Yes! Comentator: Only participating competitors are allowed in here, you know... Trunks: W-We thought that we could get Mr. Satan's autograph... Goten: T-That's true. Comentator: Well, it's okay. comentator: Because you did well in the junior division. Comentator: By the way, where is competitor Mighty Mask? Comentator: I'm sure I saw him come in here, but... Trunks/Goten: What?! Comentator: This belongs to competitor Mighty Mask. Comentator: Just where did he go? Trunks: Well... you see... it's... Comentator: Mighty Mask-san? Where are you? Comentator: Oh, so he's taking a shower? Comentator: Let's see... Mighty Mask-san? Goten: Woah! You can't! Just can't! Goten: If you peek, he will be extremely angry. Comentator: Oh, that's right. The one thing masked competitors want is for their true face to be seen, right? Comentator: I get it, I get it. Comentator: Then, Mighty Mask-san? Comentator: Mighty-san? Trunks: What is it? Comentator: Ah, thanks. We don't know when the tournament will resume, so please don't go outside. Trunks: Yeah, I understand. Comentator: That's taken care of. Comentator: And you guys... Don't wander too much, okay? Trunks: Okay! Mustache: It's been almost an hour since they left. That means they're disqualified, right? Orange: But, only five are left... Ox: So, how is it? Is it starting yet? Oolong: Not yet. It seems that Goku and the others aren't back yet. Chichi: Really, just where did Goku-sa go? Kamesennin: Something has happened, after all... Kamesennin: In a place far away from here, a lot of Ki is being gathered. Trunks: Oh, everyone has gathered already. Goten: Good thing we made it... Satan: The guys who left were probably frightened by me, Mr. Satan. Satan: In that regard, you can say that you guys here are truly brave. kller: Thank you. It's an honor, Mr. Satan. Trunks: Tch! Big talk. Satan: Oh, that's right! Satan: Don't worry dear spectators! Satan: As long as Mr. Satan is here, there is no problem, right? Satan: Haven't you all come here to witness my strength? Purple: That's right, Mr. Satan! Red: Hell yeah! Show us your awesome moves! Satan: So what do you say? Mr. Satan has a brilliant idea. Mustache: Oh, Mr. Satan. What would it be? Satan: A battle royal! Satan: Just disqualify the cowards who ran away, and let the courageous five fight in the ring, all at the same time. Satan: With just five people, the tournament won't be fired up, right? Satan: It's a perfect time for a battle royal! Satan: Perfect! Orange: I see! Orange: Good idea, isn't it? Mustache: B-But... Mustache: If it's a battle royal, then... Satan: What is it? Do you have a problem with the idea that I, Mr. Satan came up with? Mustache: N-No! Satan: Okay then. If that's the case, then I'll go home too. Mustach: No... It's a wonderful idea! Satan: Okay, it's decided then! Announce it! Comentator: Yes! Comentator: Dear attendants! We're terribly sorry to have made you wait! Comentator: By the suggestion of Mr. Satan, it was decided that the five remaining competitors will compete in a battle royal! Comentator: All five will fight in the ring, and the last man standing shall be the winner! Yellow: Great! As expected from Mr. Satan! Pink: Well said! Oolong: A battle royal, he says... Chichi: T-They're going to start it even though Goku-sa and Gohan-chan aren't back yet. Kamesennin: Well, we can't do anything about it. Chichi: They won't be able to win any rewards at all! Chichi: Our family finances are gone... Mustache: A battle royal... As expected from Mr. Satan. Mustache: I was moved by your brave proposal. Satan: Brave? Mustache: That's right, Mr. Satan. Mustache: If it's a battle royal, the other four will probably come after you at once, since you are the defending champion. Satan: If I were afraid of such a thing, I wouldn't be a true champion! Mustache: I see. Satan: Shit! Comentator: It's time to introduce the five competitors participating in the battle royal! Comentator: First is the well-known champion, Mr. Satan! Satan: I'll make it look cool! Satan: Ouch! Satan: Yay! Yay! Yay! Comentator: Moving on, the only female competitor this time around, a lady with an original name, C- ! slve: Woah! Cutie, do your best! Ox: C- ! Do your best! Maron: Mom! Do your best! Comentator: And, the one who lost in the first round during the previous tournament, competitor Mighty Mask! Trunks: It's our turn. Trunks: Okay, let's make it cool. Goten: Yeah! Crowd: What are you doing, Mighty Mask? Comentator: Next, the one who lost in the second round during the previous tournament, competitor kller! Crowd: kller! Go back! Comentator: And the last one is very popular with girls, in the previous tournament he was defeated badly in the final by Mr. Satan! Comenator: Competitor Jewel! Woman: Jewel-sama! Fabulous! Comentator: These people will compete in the battle royal! Comentator: Which of the five competitors will win?! Trunks: Finally! Goten: Let's win the adult division too, Trunks-kun! Trunks: Yeah! kller: Hey! First, let's make Mr. Satan-sama lose by making him fall out of the ring , okay? Trunks: Shut up. I don't care about him. Trunks: The only dangerous one here is C- -san, right? Goten: Right! kller: What's wrong with him?He's talking strangely... Jewel: Bonjour, beautiful girl. Jewel: This is so wrong... For someone like you to fight... Jewel: Would you like to join me for dinner after the match? C : Get lost. You're an eyesore. Jewel: Wh-What did you say?! Comentator: Well then, the final match, Comentator: no time limit, Comentator: a five-way battle royal, Comentator: shall we start it right away?! Crowd: kller! Crowd: Do your best, Mighty Mask! Crowd: Crowd Cutie! Crowd: C- ! Woman: Jewel-sama! Thought/Flashback,Jewel: That woman! I asked her out and she dared to refuse me! Thought/Flashback,kller: Damn you, Mighty Mask! When did you become such an impertinent mouthy bastard?! Damn! Crowd: Satan! Satan! Satan: I-If you're going to come at me, then do so! I'll show you! Satan: Come and get me! Comentator: Begin the match! Comentator: How could this happen?! Comentator: Just after the start, competitor Jewel and competitor kller are out! Crowd: kller! Crowd: Jewel-sama has...! Sunglass: That hottie is making a cute face! Amazing! Old: Competitor Mighty Mask is doing well too! Maron: Yay! Mom! You're so cool! Ox: Good job C- ! Keep it up like that! Maron: Mom! Do your best! Thought/Flashback,Satan: L-Lucky! I don't know what happened but the two annoying bastards are gone. Thought/Flashback,Satan: Only the two that look like scum are left! Thought/Flashback,Satan: I'll be the winner. Thought/Flashback,C : That strange bastard with the long torso is something else. Thought/Flashback,C : Even though he has small arms, that punch had so much power. Trunks: Don't let your guard down, Goten. Trunks: They say that Krillin-san's wife used to be stronger than our dads once! Goten: Yeah, I got it. Satan: Okay! Come and get me, you two! Satan: I'll finish you at once. Trunks: Ignore him. Goten: Yeah. Comentator: There are three competitors left! Comentator: Competitor Mighty Mask. Comentator: Competitor C- . Comentator: And, the champion, competitor Mr Satan! Comentator: Who out of the three will survive and win?! Thought/Flashback,Satan: There's no doubt about my victory now. Thought/Flashback,Satan: I just have to finish it as cool as I can. Thought/Flashback,Satan: Let's see... Thought/Flashback,Satan: First, I'll finish the masked bastard with more-than-needed flashy techniques. Thought/Flashback,Satan: I'll be a gentleman and let the cutie, scared of my strength, kindly lose by falling out of the ring. Thought/Flashback,Satan: The cutie and the audience will be in trance, won't they? Comentator: Woah! Mr. Satan! Comentator: He's already declaring his victory! Satan: That decides it. Completely decides it. Trunks: Is he an idiot? [yep] Goten: Let's leave him alone. Satan: Okay! First I'll defeat you, you masked bastard. Satan: Sorry, man. The fighting world is cruel, you know. Trunks: Okay, our opponent is C- . You got it, Goten? Goten: Okay! Satan: Let's go! Satan: Satan Punch! [make some lame efect to this one lol it will be hilarious ][Like a balloon losing air or something!][Do it! Do it!] Trunks: As I thought, she's strong! Goten: Fight back! Trunks: I know! Trunks: Let's go! Man: Nice! Woman: Amazing! Chichi: If Goku-sa isn't fighting then I'll cheer on C- . Chichi: Do your best, C- -san! Oolong: Go! Go! Overlaps,Maron: Mom! Do your best! Kamesennin: Could that be...! Trunks: You idiot, not that way! Go right! Goten: Even if you say so...! Trunks: It's bad! Goten: We'll lose! Comentator: They flew! Again, those two also are flying! Goku: What's the hold up? Vegeta: Let's destroy it, already. Shin: You can't do that! Vegeta: We can't wait forever! Shin: But destroying it... You can't do such thing! Babidi: They sure do get impatient, don't they? Babidi: Is Dabura still not ready? Underling: Yes! Underling: He's still in the meditation room. Babidi: Good, good! Dabura, get your Ki up even higher! Babidi: Higher and higher! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Before the fight, Dark Hell King Dabura has entered the meditation room to raise his Ki. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Gohan is very much looking forward to his fight. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: She's hard to fight against! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Meanwhile, who will control the Martial Arts Tournament Battle Royal? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: C ? Mighty Mask? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Or Mr. Satan? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Just who the hell is that Mighty Mask?! Goku: To fight on par with C ... Trunks: Nice, Goten! Trunks: We're going to win this! C : This guy... Using such a strange movement... What?! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: Oh, I just thought they're nowhere to be seen. So there they were... Title: Who Will Get the World Champion Title?! Title: Battle Royal Final!! Title: Next Time Title: Frightening Kids!! Title: A Very Hard Fight for C Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x110 - What's the Matter, Piccolo?! An Unexpected Conclusion to the First Round\" / \"What Happened, Piccolo? An Unexpec"}	foreverdreaming
Dabla: I, myself, shall go the stage three. Babidi: D-Dabura... You have a chance to win, right? Dabla: Chance to win? Dabla: I am the Dark Hell King, Dabura. Dabla: Whether it's , kili or , kili, there's no one in this world on par with me. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Dabura, who volunteered for the third stage, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: has locked himself in the meditation room to raise his Ki. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Meanwhile, the World Martial Arts Tournament has been resumed Thought/Flashback,Narrator: in the form of a Battle Royal between the remaining five competitors. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Who is going to win? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Trunks and Goten as Mighty Mask? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: C- ? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Or maybe Mr. Satan? Vegeta: Still nothing? They're slow. Gohan: Could they have gotten scared because Dad and Vegeta-san were so amazing? Goku: Well, there's no point in hurrying at the moment. Babidi: Isn't it amazing? Dabura's Ki is getting higher and higher. Babidi: Raise even higher! Babidi: As expected from the Dark Hell King. Babidi: Good. Very good, Dabura. Babidi: With this, I can see the resurrection of Majin Buu. Comentator: This is the battle royal that will decide the winner of the World Martial Arts Tournament! Comentator: S-Somehow, competitor C- and competitor Mighty Mask are fiercely fighting while in the air! Goten: Punch! Throw punches, Trunks-kun! Trunks: I know, but I can't get my hips squared! Goten: Good, good! Comentator: Among the competitors, competitor Jewel and competitor kller have fallen out of the ring and been disqualified. Comentator: Only competitor C - , competitor Mighty Mask and the favored one, Mr. Satan, remain! Blue: Amazing! This is the first time I've seen something so amazing! Chichi: C- , do your best. [Timing conflict! Maybe this should be migrated to another portion of the screen?] Maron: Do your best, Mom! [Timing conflict! Maybe this should be migrated to another portion of the screen?] Bulma: Send the masked guy flying! Goten: We aren't getting too many cheers, are we? Turnks: This Mighty Mask guy isn't popular at all! Chichi: He's good! Satan: It's no good... being this serious... Thought/Flashback,C : Strange bastard. Thought/Flashback,C : Compared to his body, his arms and legs are awfully small. Thought/Flashback,C : And yet, despite that, he's very strong! Trunks: As I thought, C- -san is strong, isn't she? Trunks: Completely different from that kller guy. Goten: Do your best, Trunks-kun! Trunks: Goten! You haven't been doing anything for a while! Trunks: Kick her! Goten: But I can't see properly! Trunks: We don't have time for that! Trunks: If you land some good ones, I'll give you one more of my toys! Goten: R-Really?! Goten: Okay, I'll try! Trunks: Let's go, Goten! Goten: Yeah! Thought/Flashback,C : Strange! I can't read his movements! Goten: Trunks-kun, that punch ht her good, didn't it? Trunks: You keep up this pace too. Trunks: Let's go! Goten: Yeah! Maron: She's going to lose. Bulma: She's fine. Chichi: What's wrong, C- ?! Satan: We should stop now... That'd be fine by me... Trunks: Okay! We can win! Goten: Yeah! Green: He must be dad. Satan: And to think that I have to fight with one of them. Satan: Why have things turned out this way? Satan: I haven't fallen out yet! Trunks: Ouch, ouch, ouch. Goten: Are you okay, Trunks-kun? Trunks: That one was powerful. [TL? This reads a bit odd to me.] Goten: Okay, let's switch. This time I'll be on top. Trunks: Yeah, that might work. Comentator: C-Competitor Mighty Mask? Comentator: Are you going to give up? Goten: Nope! Grey: Wow! He stood up! Young: He's back on his feet! Face: Good! Good! Ox: Competitor Mighty Mask is doing quite well. C : His movements have changed! Trunks: Now! Go, Goten! Goten: Yeah! Goten: We did it! Trunks: Okay. Let's keep up this pace! Goten: Yeah! Trunks: Good! Now let's finish her! Trunks: Woah! That was close! Goten: It's hard to move in this costume, after all. C : You really do move strangely! Maron: Mom! Do your best! Win, no matter what! C : Okay, I won't lose! Maron: Do your best! C : I'm going to win! No matter what! Goten: The look in her eyes has changed! Trunks: C'mon, you have to attck more! Trunks: I won't give you any toys otherwise! Goten: I can't help it! This is not what you promised! Not fair, not fair! Trunks: Woah! Idiot! Comentator: What a fierce battle! Comentator: This great fight suits the World Martial Arts Tournament Final perfectly! Comentator: To be honest, I didn't expect competitor Mighty Mask to do so well! Trunks: It's not good like this! Trunks: I'm going up again. Goten: Okay. Comentator: Are you going to give up this time? Comentator: Competitor Mighty Mask stands up again! Comentator: We didn't see this in the last tournament! What tenacity! Comentator: This can't be called a battle royal anymore. Comentator: Without a doubt, it has become a one-on-one fight between competitor C- and competitor Mighty Mask! Satan: I don't care anymore. Trunks: Dodge it, Goten! Trunks: We can't win like this! Goten: Let's become Super Saiya-jin, Trunks-kun! Trunks: Of course! Since we're wearing this, no one will know! Trunks: Okay, let's transform! Goten: Yeah! Trunks: Are you ready, Goten? Goten: Okay! Young: What is that? What happened? Maron: What is that? He's shining! Trunks: We're at disadvantage so long as we're wearing this costume, so we should finish it quick with a Ki Wave! Goten: What? But will it be okay? Trunks: It's fine, she won't die from it. Trunks: She's C- -san after all. C : I see. A Super Saiya-jin, huh? C : I finally know your true faces, little boys. Goten: Trunks-kun, you can't sht that at full strength. Trunks: I know! Kamesennin: As I thought! Trunks: Darn it, I missed! Goten: Let's try it again! C : Th-This is no joke! That was an extremely fast and powerful energy sht! C : Those kids could have amazing potential... C : This is bad. C : I have to finish this quickly! C : It's time we end this, Trunks! Goten! Trunks/Goten: Sh-She knows! Goten: She's serious now! Comentator: Woah! C-Competitor Mighty Mask has been cut in half! Trunks: Goten, you idiot! Why did you run that way! Goten: Right back at you, Trunks-kun! Chichi: Woah! Goten! And here I was wondering where he went! Bulma: The other one is Trunks! Kamesenin: It was those two, just as I thought. Goten: What are we going to do now, Trunks-kun? Trunks: We have no choice. Given the situation, we have to do it. Trunks: Let's go! C : Hey! Comentator: Y-You can't fight two against one! You're disqualified! Comentator: Disqualified! Goten: Disqualified? Trunks: This is bad. Let's run! Goten: Yeah. Chichi: Hey, Goten! Where are you going?! Bulma: Come back here, Trunks! Comentator: What an amazing match that was! Comentator: However, since two people were fighting as competitor Mighty Mask, they were disqualified. Comentator: Now! Only competitor C- and Mr. Satan remains! Comentator: The one who wins shall be the victor! Crowd: C- ! Do your best! Crowd: Satan! Crowd: C- , you've come so far! Do it! Crowd: C- ! Maron: Mom! Do your best! Thought/Flashback,Satan: Wh-What should I do?! Thought/Flashback,Satan: Th-This time I'm going to die for sure! Crowd: Satan! Crowd: Do your best, Satan! Crowd: Satan! Crowd: Satan, do your best! Crowd: Don't lose to a woman, Satan! Comentator: Then, who will win the World Martial Arts Tournament? Comentator: Mr. Satan? Or perhaps competitor C- ?! Comentator: After seeing that amazing battle just now there has been an upsurge of cheers for competitor C- ! Comentator: Just who will win the Ƶ million grand prize?! Satan: There's no way I can win against her! Crowd: Satan! Crowd: Go, Satan! Crowd: Satan! Satan! Satan! Crowd: Mr. Satan, do your best! Crowd: Go Mr. Satan! Crowd: Do it! Crowd: Satan! Satan: Come at me however you want! Satan: Come on! Crowd: No guts! Crowd: Stop playing around! Crowd: Hey, what's wrong?! Chichi: Isn't your Mom great? Chichi: That's Ƶ million she's about to win! Kamesenin: We'll be taking it! Yamcha: This is no time for laughing, Master Roshi-sama. Yamcha: How you thought about what might be happening with Goku-san and the others? Kamesennin: Th-That's right... Kamesennin: Just where did they go? Trunks: Tch! Damn! Trunks: Why did we get exposed? Goten: C- -san will win for sure, right? Trunks: That goes without sayi -- Hm? Goten: That's... Goten: Ah! It's Videl-san! Goten: Hey! Videl-san! Goten: Videl-san! Videl: Goten-kun! Trunks: Wait, Goten! Goku: This is taking forever. Goku: I wonder if someone is going to come out any time soon. Babidi: Given the situation, those three bugs will be defeated Babidi: and we'll collect more than enough energy to ensure Majin Buu's resurrection. Babidi: I'm glad I took Dabura along. Babidi: The more evil energy someone has, the easier it is to get to his heart and control him. Babidi: Woah! Dabura! Dabura: I apologize for making you wait. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Finally the Dark Hell King Dabura's preparations for battle are over. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Will Gohan be able to defeat Dabura and pass the third stage safely? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And who will win the Martial Arts Tournament? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Now Gohan... While I was gone, you weren't training, right? Goku: Isn't Dabura pushing you? Dabura: Do you mean to put me on such a level? Dabura: You should stop underestimating the Dark Hell King already! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: I haven't fought in a while, I can't find my pace. Title: Frightening Kids!! Title: A Very Hard Fight for C Title: Next Time Title: The Star Appears!! Title: Evil King Stands in the Way Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! Songs: Ah... Songs: They say that when you surmount one obstacle, Songs: then a bigger one, Songs: will block your way. Songs: Work can be boring day after day Songs: Although there are many lives to live, Songs: If it's good and proud, Songs: Then that's the kind of life I want to live. Songs: If I can, then I can embrace my destiny. Songs: Ah... Songs: Dear Zarathustra! Songs: Ah...	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x111 - An Eerie Entity; Who Exactly Is Spopovich?"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: To crush the plan of warlock Babidi to resurrect the sealed Majin Buu, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Goku and the others have boarded his ship and reached the third stage. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: In order to defeat them, Dabura powered up, and is ready to fight. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Meanwhile, at the World Martial Arts Tournament, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: the fight between C- and Mighty Mask escalated into an intense battle. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: However, the true identity of Mighty Mask was revealed to be Trunks and Goten, and they were disqualified. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The only ones remaining are C- and Mr. Satan. Vegeta: They're late! Too late! Gohan: I wonder what kind of opponent will come out. Gohan: Would he hurry up? What is he doing? Goku: I can't wait to see how much stronger you've gotten. Gohan: Hm? Goku: Gohan, having you been training while I've been away? Gohan: U-Uhm... W-Well... Vegeta: It would appear that he's been taking things easy because of how peaceful it's been. Vegeta: Meaning that, in terms of strength, we're now the better fighters. Vegeta: But who knows what might happen if he goes into a frenzy. Thought/Flashback,Shin: Th-Those three... They're holding back. Thought/Flashback,Shin: When it comes to it, they can release tremendous power like Goku-san did just a while ago. Thought/Flashback,Shin: I-Indeed, a hard to believe fact. Thought/Flashback,Shin: For me, the Kaioushin, to be flustered by a human from the world below. Shin: N-No way! Shin: D-Dabura! Thought/Flashback,Shin: N-No way, for Dabura to come out this soon! Dabura: Defeating Yakon and reaching the third stage is quite an achievement for a human. Dabura: You could even call it a miracle. Dabura: Kudos for that. Dabura: But this is as far as you go. Dabura: I shall be your opponent. Vegeta: For you, the number one, to make an appearance already means that Babidi is sweating, isn't he? Shin: What? Dabura: Stop the chitchat and come at me already. Dabura: All of you at once. Gohan: No, no! Gohan: It's my turn to fight alone! Dabura: What did you say? Gohan: Moreover, rather than fighting in such a narrow space, let's fight in a different one, like Dad and Vegeta-san did. Gohan: But a place this dark would be a trouble. Dabura: Y-You bastard! Dabura: Stop taking me lightly already! Babidi: Wait a moment, Dabura. Babidi: In order to fully resurrect Majin Buu, we shouldn't damage the ship at all. Babidi: If it's possible, could you fight in a different place? Dabura: Yes! Understood! Babidi: Where do you prefer? Dabura: A place with the least handicap for them. Dabura: On a planet sharing a similar environment with Earth. Babidi: That's easy. Babidi: I can't blame you. There's nothing you can't do. Babidi: Then, here it goes! Shin: Th-This is...! Dabura: How is it? You can't complain having this. [TL? This reads oddly to me, but I don't know what I can do to improve it.] Gohan: Okay. Let's go, then! Goku: Stay alert, Gohan. Satan: Please! Don't kll me! I'll do anything! C : Shut up. Don't shout. C : Keep quiet or I'll really kll you. Comentator: Whoa! It's a headlock from competitor C- ! C : Listen now. Keep it down. Do you want to win? Satan: No, it's enough already. Just don't do anything brutal! C : If so, I can let you win. Satan: T-That tickles... W-Wait a second, what did you say?! [lol his head is so big XD] C : I said I can let you win. Satan: What? C : I'll throw the match if you'll give me Ƶ million. That isn't a bad trade, is it? C : That way, you can preserve your honor. Comentator: Just what's happened? Mr. Satan isn't moving at all! Comentator: Could it be that Mr. Satan is facing a tough opponent? Green: What's wrong Satan?! Do it! Satan: Ƶ million? C : You'll get Ƶ million for winning, so you'll only need to come up with another Ƶ million. Isn't that cheap? Satan: But... C : Well, either way it's fine by me. C : I'll just knock you out here, and manage with Ƶ million. Satan: Knock out?! Green: Satan, you idiot! Green: Shame on you, Satan! Crowd: Don't ever come back! Crowd: Get lost already! Vide: Hmph! I hate you, papa! C : What will you do?! Satan: I'll pay! Of course, I'll gladly pay! C : It's decided, then. Thanks for business. Comentator: Wow! Mr. Satan has pushed away competitor C- . Crowd: Wow! As expected from Mr. Satan! C : Damn! C : Come at me, quickly. Satan: I've seen through all your techniques. Sorry for being so blunt, but you are no match for me! Crowd: Is that so?! Crowd: You're amazing, Mr. Satan! Satan: I'll admit, you've got some skills. Satan: But you picked the wrong person. You tried your best but I am the king, after all! C : Enough already and do it, idiot. Satan: Y-Yes. Comentator: This time it's a counterattack from Mr. Satan! Comentator: Amazing! Amazing! Storm of punches! All of them land on competitor C- ! Satan: This is not what we agreed to. C : I said I'll let you win, not that I won't fight back. C : They'll get suspicious if I'm the only one taking punches. Satan: But this way, my body will... C : I get it. So hold and throw me. C : After that, finish it with your special technique. Got it? Satan: Y-Yes! Comentator: Mr. Satan has thrown competitor C- ! Satan: Let's go! I'll end it with this! Green: Go! Mr. Satan! Satan: Take this! Satan Miracle-Special-Ultra-Super-Megaton Punch! Blond: It went right in! Satan: Ehm... C : So this is your special skill, huh? Satan: Y-Yes, for now... Satan: D-Did you seen this?! Satan: Ehm... It looks like nothing more than a normal punch, but after a few seconds, an explsive impact hits! Satan: This is the Satan Miracle- ehm... Satan: Beautiful-Super-Crunching Punch! Crowd: Way to go, Satan! Comentator: Mr. Satan wins! Satan: Number one! Crowd: You're amazing after all, Satan! Crowd: As expected from the Earth's guardian! Comentator: Competitor C- showed us incredible strength, but against Mr. Satan, she was quickly defeated. Comentator: Mr. Satan has defended the champion title! Chichi: What in the world happened? Bulma: Wh-Who knows... C : I'll come to your house tomorrow to get the money. C : If you don't pay, I'll kll you. Satan: Y-Yes. I understand. Videl: So that's where everybody went. Goten: Warlock... Trunks: Majin... Videl: Yes. Trunks: Did you hear that, Goten? Goten: Yeah. Trunks/Goten: Sounds fun! Trunks/Goten: Right?! Right?! Right?! Goten: It's that way, right? Trunks: Yeah, yeah! Trunks: I can feel Father's and the others' ki! Videl: Wait, you guys... You don't really intend to go... Trunks: Hurry up! If we won't get there fast, Father and the others will finish off the enemy without us! Goten: No, that wouldn't be fair! I want to see! I want to see that Majin Buu guy! Trunks: Go! Videl: No way. Goten: Say, say! Trunks: What's up, Goten? Goten: What's a Majin? Trunks: You know... Trunks: You made such a fuss over how bad you want to see it, but you don't even know what it is? Goten: Yeah. Goten: So you know what it is, Trunks-kun? Trunks: Wha-? O-Of course I do. Trunks: M-Majin is a... Goten: Yeah? Trunks: Majin is a... Goten: Yeah? Yeah? Trunks: It's... Ehm... Goten: Majin is a...? Trunks: Wh-What was it... A-Anyway... Trunks: It's someone super amazing! You will be surprised when you see him! Goten: Yay! I'm looking forward to it! Trunks: Probably. Trunks: Let's hurry up, Goten! Goten: Yeah! Dabura: You idiot! Dabura: What? Goku: That's it, Gohan, show us your power. Dabura: What?! Babidi: Dabura! Shin: A-Amazing! Gohan: Fight seriously! It won't be a true duel otherwise! Dabura: Very well. Dabura: I'm over here! Dabura: Die! Gohan: Shit! Babidi: First bug down. Gohan: Ouch, I got careless. Gohan: Are you waiting to ambush me? Dabura: There you are! [God... Gohan is getting his ass kicked so badly...] Goku: Gohan! [Timing needs to be readjusted.] Dabura: Even though you've powered up, it would seem that you're already at your limit. Shin: As expected from the Dark Hell King. Shin: As I thought, he's on a totally different level than Pui Pui and Yakon. Gohan: Damn! I let my guard down once, but it won't happen again! Gohan: Not again. [I know this isn't a direct TL, but it made the most sense when put in context with his previous line.] Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Fully powered Gohan and Dabura are fighting as equals. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The Dark Hell King title isn't for the show, after all. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: What will be the outcome of their battle? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Will you be all right, Gohan? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Hm? Dabura withdrew for some reason. Goku: It doesn't seem like he's running away. Goku: What is going on? Dabura: Babidi-sama. Dabura: One of them possesses a strong, evil enough heart to drag him to our side. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: You can't, Vegeta-san. Don't let someone like him control you! Title: A Star Appears! Title: Evil King Stands In The Way!! Title: Next Time Title: Revived Evil Heart Title: Prince Of Destruction Vegeta! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x112 - Videl is Worn Ragged, Gohan's Anger at its Limits!!\" / Videl Battered! Gohan's Fury Reaches Its Limit!"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: It was already the final stage of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The two who remained were C- and Mr. Satan. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Everybody thought the match will end with an easy win for C- , Thought/Flashback,Narrator: but her goal was prize money, and after having made a deal with Mr. Satan, she sold the victory. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Thus, the World Martial Arts Tournament ended with Mr. Satan's second consecutive win. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Meanwhile, standing in front of Goku and the others, who are trying to prevent the warlock Babidi from fulfilling his plan, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: is the Dark Hell King, Dabura. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: In the middle of the fight with Dabura, Gohan finally decides to go full power. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Gohan wants to fight the evil king with all of his power. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: What will be this duel's outcome? Gohan: Shit! Dabura: There you are! Dabura: Even though you've powered up, it would seem that you're already at your limit. Gohan: Damn! I let my guard down once, but it won't happen again! Gohan: Not again! Goku: Dabura seems to be a lot stronger than we thought. Vegeta: Even so, he's not an opponent we cannot win against. Vegeta: The boy's horrible. [he's talking about gohan in this line] Vegeta: He was stronger when he was a kid. Goku: I can't believe this, Gohan! You were really slacking off! Vegeta: This is irritating! Goku: No good, Gohan. Goku: If your attcks are that dull, he'll see them coming. Vegeta: It's useless. Vegeta: He's totally lost the sense for battle. Gohan: That guy! Gohan: Here I come! Shin: Watch out! You'll turn into a stone! Gohan: Wow, that was close! Babidi: Damn! What are you doing, Dabura?! Babidi: If you don't deal more damage...! Babidi: Well, if Majin Buu is resurrected, guys like them... Dabura: You're mine! Gohan: What?! Babidi: Is he done, at last? Vegeta: That Gohan! Dabura: What?! Vegeta: Damn it! This is so irritating! Vegeta: At this rate I may as well finish this myself! Goku: Don't do that, Vegeta. Goku: Let him do it. It's not like he's losing completely. Vegeta: I don't care about this game! Dabura: Hm? Vegeta: I'm going to finish this right away and then I'm going to settle things with you! Vegeta: That's the sole purpose behind my decision to participate in that stupid tournament! Vegeta: If he's not going to make any progress, I will end it in an instant! Dabura: Babidi-sama, please take us back to the space ship. Dabura: I have discovered something that may aid us in our efforts. Babidi: Is that right? Dabura: With this, I believe Majin Buu shall be resurrected. Babidi: Wh-What? Are you certain, Dabura? Dabura: I believe so. Babidi: Just take you back, right? Dabura: Yes. Vegeta: What?! Goku: Hm? We're back. Gohan: Hey! Are you running away?! Dabura: Running away? Not at all. Dabura: I don't have to fight you. Dabura: I've found the most suitable warrior for you. Gohan: Wait! Thought/Flashback,Shin: Dabura has... To think that somebody like the Dark Hell King would abandon a battle! Thought/Flashback,Shin: The most suitable warrior? Thought/Flashback,Shin: What did he mean? Babidi: What's going on, Dabura? Babidi: Are you certain that this discovery of yours will prove beneficial? Dabura: Yes. Babidi: You didn't get scared of those human beings and decide to run away, did you? Dabura: Dark Hell King Dabura does not fear anything. Babidi: Then it's fine. [Timing, or...?] Babidi: Then tell me about this discovery you've made, quickly. Dabura: One of them has a very strong, evil heart. Dabura: That kind of evil heart is more than enough to draw him to our side. Babidi: That's right! Even if we don't fight, we can make them fight amongst themselves, and we'll get the energy we need! Babidi: When that moment comes... Dabura: ...Majin Buu shall be resurrected. Babidi: Great job! You did a great job, Dabura! Gohan: Just what is he trying to do? Vegeta: More like, what were you trying to do?! Vegeta: To not defeat someone of that level... Vegeta: If you think you belong to the battle race, aside from fighting, be sure to stop the opponent's breath! [TL? This reads incredibly odd.] Vegeta: You guys are too naive! Vegeta: Every one of you fighting with a just cause. Vegeta: It's disgusting! Vegeta: What controls the fight is power. Vegeta: Only the strong ones remain, and the weak ones die. Vegeta: Power is everything! Vegeta: Look at Piccolo and Krillin! Vegeta: Those weaklings were turned into stones! Vegeta: And they deserved it! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: I-I see... If I'd defeated Dabura, Piccolo-san and Krillin-san would've turned back. Goku: Forgive him for that part, Vegeta. Goku: Gohan did his best, after all. Vegeta: I told you, Kakarot! Vegeta: I'm going to end this game right now, and I want to settle the score with you! Vegeta: I've reached my limit of patience! Vegeta: Whether it's Babidi or Majin Buu, I'll evaporate this ship and everything around it! Vegeta: This will surely do the trick! Shin: This is crazy, Vegeta-san! Shin: If you do this, you could accidentally awaken Majin Buu! Shin: Majin Buu is a monster that only causes destruction and slaughter. Shin: Four of the Kaioushin didn't stand a chance against it, it was so evil! Vegeta: Silence! Shin: If Majin Buu was resurrected, then humanity... Shin: No, all living things will be annihilated and Earth will surely become a planet of death! Vegeta: You're noisy! Vegeta: No matter how many humans die, no matter what happens to Earth, I don't care! Shin: Someone like you would...! Goku: Stop it already, Vegeta. Vegeta: Kakarot! Goku: But a strange thing has happened... Shin: Yes. It was a perfect chance for gathering energy to resurrect Majin Buu. Shin: Yet, why did Dabura... Goku: I don't get it... Goku: But from what I recall, he said he found a good warrior so that he wouldn't have to fight himself. Shin: He found... a warrior! Shin: N-No way! Babidi: It's true! He's different from the others. Babidi: Just as you said! Babidi: Evil can be found within his heart! Babidi: He didn't come here for justice. Dabura: Yes. Babidi: Great job! You did a great job, Dabura! Dabura: They'll kll each other at this rate. Dabura: And with the energy we get from them, we'll resurrect Majin Buu. Babidi: You will be mine to use! Gohan: Vegeta-san! Vegeta: Damn! Shin: Just as I thought! Goku: Kaioushin-sama! What is this?! Shin: Vegeta-san, hang on! Shin: Babidi is trying to control your evil heart! Gohan: Babidi is...! The evil heart...! Shin: Yes! The warlock Babidi can freely control everyone with an evil heart! Gohan: So the warrior that Dabura found is... Shin: Vegeta-san, focus on my voice! Shin: You have to dismiss all evil from your heart! Vegeta: Sh-Shut up! Stop your clamoring! Babidi: Good! Good! You're already ours! Babidi: While we're at it, I'll draw out your hidden power and push you beyond your limits! Gohan: Th-This is... Goku: Amazing power. Gohan: Vegeta-san... Gohan: Don't, Vegeta-san! Don't let someone like him control you! Goku: Gohan! Gohan: Vegeta-san! Goku: What Ki! We can't get close! Shin: Babidi, you bastard! Gohan: Vegeta-san! Goku: Vegeta. Goku: Hey, Vegeta! Shin: Please, wait! Shin: It's too late. Gohan: Th-That's... Goku: Vegeta! Gohan: Vegeta-san! Hang in there, Vegeta-san! Shin: No way... for Babidi to try to make us kll each other... Babidi: Good! Good! He's already my servant! Babidi: All right, then, let's make them fight somewhere nice. Gohan: Wh-What's this?! Shin: He wants to move us to a different place again! Crowd: Satan-sama! Crowd: Satan-sama! Satan: I'm Champion! [hahahaha i had to check this in a script XD Don't change this one it's exactly as it is in the script ] Guy: Great! Mr. Satan! Woman: Mr. Satan! You're fabulous! Gohan: I-Is this... the tournament grounds? Gohan: It's not an illusion. This is the tournament grounds for sure. Mustache: Wh-Who are they? Glasses: They appeared all of sudden. Yamcha: Goku... Look, it's Goku and the others! Kamesennin: What's going on here? Chichi: Goku-sa! And Gohan! Bulma: Vegeta! Chichi: Coming back now, when the World Martial Arts Tournament has been already decided. Chichi: What will happen to our household? Chichi: That's it! Defeat Mr. Satan now and get the prize! Yamcha: That's crazy... Chichi: Crazy? No one would complain if he would bat the champion in front of everyone! Yamcha: Th-That's true, but... Kamesenin: Wait a moment, something's off. Comentator: Ah! Aren't you late, Son-san and company. Comentator: Just where did you go? Goku: Watch out! Babidi: Now, what did they call him? Babidi: Oh right, Vegeta. Babidi: Steal their energy. Babidi: Fight your heart out. You can even kll them. Vegeta: Shut up! My only objective is Kakarot. Vegeta: I don't care about the others. Goku: Vegeta... You... Babidi: What a guy! He's not under my full control yet. Babidi: He's the first one to ever resist me so. Babidi: Well, it doesn't matter. Bulma: V-V-V-Vegeta... Yamcha: That Vegeta... What is he thinking? Satan: Th-These guys are... From that time... that time! Satan: Th-That's... They're still alive! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Babidi has started controlling Vegeta. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Is this the destined showdown? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Damn, that Babidi! He wants me and Vegeta to fight on the Martial Arts Tournament grounds... Bulma: Just what happened to you Vegeta? Bulma: Destroying the grounds along with the audience.... Bulma: This is some kind of mistake, isn't it? Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: That Babidi... How could he do something so unfair! Title: Revived Evil Heart Title: Prince Of Destruction Vegeta! Title: Next Time Title: I'm the Strongest! Title: The Clash of Goku and Vegeta Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x113 - A Creeping Conspiracy! The Target is Gohan"}	foreverdreaming
Vegeta: Damn, it's so irritating! Vegeta: I don't care about this game! Vegeta: I'm going to finish this right away and then I'm going to settle things with you! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Dabura, who sensed evil in Vegeta's heart, abandoned the fight. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Babidi plans to use Vegeta and have Goku and company kll each other. Goku: Vegeta! Shin: Babidi is trying to control your evil heart! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The warlock Babidi, who's planning to resurrect Majin Buu, has even taken over Vegeta's heart with his dark magic. [I don't know if this line is ok. If you have questions, contact me] Babidi: Good! Good! He's already under my control! Babidi: All right, then, let's make them fight somewhere nice. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: A warrior, with both his body and heart corrupted by evil, is about to attck Goku. Goku: Hey! Goku: What?! Goku: You idiot! Goku: Shit! Shin: Oh no! Crowd: We're gonna get klled! Crowd: Help! Crowd: Please help! Bulma: Wh-What's gotten into you, Vegeta?! Crowd: Move! [The timing of this needs to be tweaked. As it is now, the subtitle conflicts with C- 's dialoge and makes it look like she's saying it.] C : What's going on?! Vegeta's behavior is... C : I haven't felt a Ki like this before. Goku: Vegeta! Babidi: Good, good! We've gathered energy from two hundred people! Gohan: Vegeta-san! How could you?! Comentator: What should we do, Mr. Satan? Satan: Even if you ask me what to do... Crowd: Save us, Satan! Crowd: Defeat that guy! Crowd: Do it, Satan! Comentator: Mr. Satan - No, Champion! Satan: That's right! I'm the World Champion! Satan: No matter who the opponent is, I can't run away! Satan: H-H-Hey! You there! Satan: What is the meaning of this, huh?! Satan: H-Hey! To commit such a selfish act! Satan: Th-This World Champion, Mr. Satan shall... Satan: Mr. Satan shall... Satan: Satan shall... Comentator: What are you going to do? Satan: Hahaha, you guys, we don't need to resort to volence. [Is the world 'volence' really necessary here? I'd prefer to leave it out if possible - CKc] [Why? It makes perfect sense. - AoI] Satan: If you could only fight without destroying any more buildings... Satan: If you agree to those terms, then I will see to it personally that - Vejita: Hey! Vejita: What are you going to do, Kakarot? Vejita: Come on, fight me. Vejita: If you don't want the corpses to keep piling up, that is. Goku: Vegeta... You wouldn't. Goku: You wouldn't fall for Babidi's tricks on purpose, would you? Gohan: What? Shin: What?! Gohan: That's... Goku: Answer me, Vegeta! Gohan: Please stop it, Vegeta-san! Vegeta: Move! Vegeta: Stay back, weakling! Vegeta: This fight is between Kakarot and I. Goku: Vegeta! Are you serious?! Shin: That's not good, Son Goku-san! Shin: If you fight here, you'll be doing exactly what Babidi wants. Shin: He'll absorb the energy from the dad and wounded, and use it resurrect Majin Buu for sure! Goku: Vegeta! You fell for Babidi's tricks on purpose, allowed him to dissolve your self-restraint, Goku: and let him bolster your power with evil, all to make me fight you seriously. Am I right?! Gohan: What did you say?! Vegeta: If I hadn't done that, you wouldn't fight me. Vegeta: Even though you only had one day on this world, you allowed yourself to become distracted with trivial matters! [again, not sure, contact me for questions] Shin: For such a thing... You did something this stupid for such a thing as that?! Vegeta: Stupid thing?! Vegeta: Stupid thing, you say?! Vegeta: For me, this means everything! Vegeta: I don't care about Majin Buu or anything else! Vegeta: He has... He has overcome my strength! Vegeta: Being a fellow Saiya-jin, he surpassed me! Vegeta: Me! The prince, proud of his overwhelming power! Vegeta: H-He's even saved my life! Vegeta: How can I forgive that?! Vegeta: Never! Goku: Babidi! Change our arena to one where nobody lives! Goku: I will fight Vegeta! Babidi: Look! He did it! Shin: Wait! Shin: If you want to have a duel, no matter what, do it after defeating me! Gohan: Dad! Shin: I undersand. Do as you like. Goku: Forgive me, Kaioushin-sama. Babidi: They're fighting amongst each other! Babidi: Kaioushin, you'll get what you deserve! Dabura: It's only matter of time now until Majin Buu can be revived. [fukkatsu - resurect, yomigaeru - revive] Babidi: As you wish, I'll change the place for you. Comentator: Hm? They disappeared! Comentator: Just where exactly did they go, Mr. Satan? Satan: D-Damn... Just when I was about to teach them a harsh lesson! Comentator: Uhm... Mr. Satan, what shall we do about the awards ceremony? Satan: Geez... With all this ruckus, everybody took off, even the television people. [lol really? Vegeta just kll near people but screw that awards ceremony is more important... lol] Satan: Doing it under these circumstances would be meaningless. Comentator: Than I guess we'll do it later. Comentator: And there's the case with runner-up too... Satan: Runner-up? Comentator: Shall we go with the competitor C- , as she remained last and fought with you, after all? Satan: C- ? Satan: I-I guess so! She was no match for me, but she truly did her best. Satan: Yeah! Truly a tough one. Satan: Great, great! Chichi: Geez, that Vegeta. Where did he go after wreaking all that havoc?! Chichi: Goten-chan didn't get buried under the rubble, did he? Bulma: Vegeta, what's gotten into you? [one fella named babidi, you don't know him - lol] Goten: I wonder what kind of person this Majin guy is! Is he strong? Trunks: Papa and company might have defeated it by now. Goten: What? No way! Trunks: Because there's my papa, your dad, and even Gohan-san. Trunks: No matter who it is, he's gonna get beaten. Goten: No, no, no, I don't want that! I want to see that Majin guy! Trunks: All right, then let's speed up some more, Goten! Goten: Yeah! Vegeta: You won't be complaining here. Goku: Yeah. Gohan: You can't, dad! Shin: It's fine. Shin: If it's truly come to this, then there's nothing we can do. Shin: Fight to your hearts' content. Shin: Me and Gohan-san shall destroy this entrance and fight Babidi and Dabura. Shin: If the ship takes a shock and Majin Buu is awoken early, then it can't be helped, right? Shin: In any case, it's much better like this than letting him absorb your energy Shin: from the damage you take, and giving him full power. Shin: If we're lucky, we may even be able to delay the resurrection. Babidi: What did you say? Babidi: As if I let you do that! Babidi: Vegeta, stop him. kll everyone who gets in our way. Babidi: kll him! Babidi: Vegeta, kll the obstacle. Babidi: kll him now! Shin: Babidi's magic, huh? Babidi: Go, Vegeta, kll him! Babidi: Now, do it, do it! Vegeta: I refuse! Babidi: What?! Vegeta: No matter what the Kaioushin does, it's got nothing to do with my duel! Babidi: I'll say it one more time: kll the Kaioushin! Babidi: Now, Vegeta! Vegeta: I thought I told you! I only want to fight Kakarot! Vegeta: I'm the prince of the proud Saiya-jins! Vegeta: As if I would become your servant! Vegeta: Even though my mind and body are controlled, I won't let you do that to my pride! Babidi: Such a thing like this has never happened before! Babidi: What a prideful guy he is! Dabura: Maybe we shouldn't make a problem out of this, Babidi-sama. Dabura: Either way, his role is to steal their energy. Dabura: Even if the Kaioushin came here, as long as I'm here, he won't be able to do anything. Dabura: Isn't that what you wished for? Dabura: To personally witness the death of the last Kaioushin. Shin: I can't believe it! Shin: For a human like that to exist, to be under Babidi's influence, and yet find a way to disobey him. Goku: So you wanted to settle things with me this badly, Vegeta? Dabura: Wouldn't it be even better to open the doors for Kaioushin and invite him here? Dabura: Opening them by force, giving a shock to the ship and reviving Majin Buu before he reaches full power, isn't interesting at all. Babidi: I see. That's true. Babidi: I get it. Gohan: It opened by itself! Shin: Because destroying the ship would cause them trouble. [so why not do it? Ah, of course, to avoid fighting at all. Yeah, GJ] Gohan: Dad, I'm going. Goku: Okay. Good luck! Goku: Ah, wait, Gohan. I still have two senzus. Goku: Left over from the batch we got for your girl. Goku: Eat one and go. Goku: You used quite a lot of stamina before, right? Gohan: Ah... Thank you. Goku: Get furious, Gohan. Remember everything you felt when you fought Cell. Goku: Bring all your power out. Gohan: Get furious? Goku: If you do that, you won't ever lose to anyone. Goku: Anyone. Gohan: Okay. But, dad, for these things to happen on your precious day, it's regretful. Gohan: We're going, then. Goku: I've made you wait. Vegeta: I've been waiting for this, Kakarot. Vegeta: I've been waiting all this time for this moment! Goku: I don't want to give energy to Majin Buu from the damage I take from you. Goku: I'm going to end this quickly with full power! Vegeta: I can't wait. Vegeta: I won't hold back either, so you can see the results of my own training. Vegeta: As expected. You're more powerful than Gohan from that time. [Wow, both of them SSJ !] Goku: It doesn't look like it will end quickly. Vegeta: Let's go! I'll kll you, Kakarot! Narrator: Goku's determination that has driven away even the Kaioushin. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Vegeta's pride that resisted Babidi's orders. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Goku vs Vegeta. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: A tough decisive battle that no one can stop, is about to start. Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Vegeta, I'll deal with you quickly! Goku: Gohan, Kaioushin-sama, please make it to Babidi's place, somehow. Babidi: Majin Buu's resurrection is just a matter of time. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: Dad, please leave the rest to me. Title: I'm the Strongest! Title: The Clash of Goku and Vegeta Title: Next Time Title: Countdown Toward The Resurrection Title: Crush Babidi's Ambition! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x114 - A Slithering Conspiracy!! Secrets of the Terrible Majin\" / \"Terrifying Secret of the Majin; The Mastermind Reve"}	foreverdreaming
Narrator: Vegeta has gone beyond restrictions and started destruction at the Tournaments grounds. Goku: Vegeta... You wouldn't. Goku: You wouldn't fall under Babidi's spell on purpose, would you? Vegeta: If I hadn't done that, you wouldn't fight me. Goku: Babidi! Change the venue to one where nobody persists! Goku: I will fight Vegeta! Shin: Wait! Shin: If you want to have a duel no matter what, do it after defeating me! Goku: Finally Goku made his resolve to fight Vegeta, which even drove away the Kaioushin who tried to stop them. Goku: I've made you wait. Vegeta: I've been waiting so long for this moment! Goku: I don't want to give energy to Majin Buu from the damage I take from you. Goku: I'm going to end this quickly with full power! Vegeta: Let's go! I'll kll you Kakarot! Overlaps,Weak: Th-Th-They're here! [Place lines at the top of the screen to prevent interruption with commercial lines.] Overlaps,Weak: D-Don't let them pass! [Place lines at the top of the screen to prevent interruption with commercial lines.] Overlaps,Shin: Warriors of Babidi's subordinates? [Place lines at the top of the screen to prevent interruption with commercial lines.] Overlaps,Shin: We don't have time to be concerned over mere weaklings. [Place lines at the top of the screen to prevent interruption with commercial lines.] Shin: Let's hurry up. Gohan: Okay. Weak: Hey, let's go! Weak: Yeah! Shin: As always. Shin: They're playing tough. Shin: This means they don't even have to buy time, huh? Shin: Let's go. To the place where Majin Buu sphere is. Gohan: Okay. Vegeta: What's wrong? Weren't you supposed to end this quickly?! Goku: I will! Vegeta: Kakarot! Babidi: Good, good, Vegeta! Babidi: Keep it up! Babidi: Look, look! Babidi: Majin Buu's energy is going up and up! Babidi: All that's left is to think what dish we'll make of those two, right, Dabura? Dabura: That's right. Dabura: At last, you will be able to witness the death of a Kaioushin with your own eyes. Babidi: I'm counting on you, Dabura. Vegeta: You dare to do that to me?! Me, Kakarot?! Gohan: Is that Majin Buu's sphere? [dunno why but Majin Buu's ball seems strange... maybe my mind is too perverted][love the pulsing sound btw XD] Shin: Yes. Shin: Evil Warlock Bibidi's terrifying creation, Majin Buu, is inside. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: Amazing. An enormous, evil ki I've never felt before. Babidi: That's right. Babidi: Welcome. Babidi: You did well coming here, Kaioushin. Shin: I came to defeat you, Babidi! Babidi: Papa's enemy. Shin: And we will prevent Majin Buu from resurrecting! Babidi: It's a shame, but I don't think it will go according to your plan. Babidi: I've still got the Dark King Dabura on my side. Shin: Let's hurry up, Gohan-san. Shin: Energy from Goku-san's damage may be transferring to Majin Buu as we speak. Gohan: Okay. Shin: I will fight against Babidi! Goku: What a power. Goku: Vegeta has grown in strength quite a lot. Goku: Vegeta! Vegeta: What's wrong? Weren't you supposed to end this quickly? Goku: That's what I'm aiming for. Vegeta: In this state? [SLAP SLAP!] Vegeta: But you know what? The humiliation I took wasn't anything like this! Vegeta: Not yet! This is far from enough yet! Vegeta: I, a very proud Saiya-jin Prince, lost to a mere low-class warrior like you! Vegeta: Being pitied... Vegeta: Having my life saved...?! Vegeta: Death Penalty. Vegeta: I'll rip you to pieces. Vegeta: Your arm's first in line. Vegeta: What? Goku: Where is he? Vegeta: I'm here, Kakarot! Goku: Kamehame...! Vegeta: Take this! Shin: Gohan-san, before that Majin Buu sphere stores enough energy, we have to defeat them no matter what. Shin: If Majin Buu resurrects, the Earth will be annihilated in no time. Gohan: Okay! Babidi: Kaioushin. Babidi: Shall we go outside? Babidi: Majin Buu will soon come out of this sphere. Babidi: After reaching full power, that is. Babidi: At that time, it would be a trouble for me if the ship was destroyed with that momentum. Shin: Have it your way. But no matter what, we will defeat you and stop Majin Buu's resurrection. Babidi: I wonder about that. Babidi: So, what do you think, Dabura? Babidi: Just asking, but you do have the confidence in winning from an earthling, right? Dabura: Of course. Dabura: We fought just a while ago. Dabura: I'll get rid of this trash in no time. Babidi: Do as you please. Babidi: You can turn him into stone just like them, or something even more crazy. Dabura: Understood. Babidi: Kaioushin, I'm glad you came. Babidi: At last, I can have my revenge. Babidi: In the past, you klled my father. Babidi: He surely let his guard down, didn't he? Babidi: I'm not going to get klled by you like my father. Babidi: Besides, I have much more magical power than my father. Babidi: And I have Dabura by my side, as well. Shin: There's no opening! Shin: If I attck carelessly, I'll be struck down by his magic! Gohan: Damn! For such guys to be so troublesome. Gohan: As we stand here, Majin Buu's energy is going up and up! Goku: Get furious! Get furious, Gohan! Gohan: Dad... Goku: Get furious and remember everything when you fought Cell. Goku: Bring all your power out. Goku: If you do that, you won't lose to anyone in the whole world. Goku: Anyone. Gohan: I'm getting furious... I am, but... Gohan: At that time... At the time I fought with Cell it was... Gohan: Kamehameha! Cell: Wh-What?! Gohan: I have to do it! Vegeta: You've become strong, Kakarot! Vegeta: Are these the results of your special training in Other World? Goku: Same counts for you, Vegeta. Goku: Much more than I thought. Babidi: N-No way... Babidi: No way! Babidi: So soon? Gohan: Wh-What's that?! Dabura: What is happening, Babidi-sama? Babidi: Full power... It's fully powered now! Shin: What?! Babidi: Majin Buu has become fully powered! Babidi: Fully powered! Babidi: At last, Majin Buu shall be resurrected! Shin: Th-That's impossible! Shin: Wh-Why has Goku-san's damage energy transferred so quickly? Gohan: I-I get it! Gohan: Dad is fighting on a level far beyond the Super Saiya-jin. Gohan: Same for Vegeta-san, probably. Gohan: If two amazing powers clash, the damage is also incredibly high! Babidi: We did it, Dabura! Dabura: Certainly, Babidi-sama. Shin: How could this happen?! Shin: This worst-case scenario to happen...! Shin: A complete miscalculation! Narrator: Finally, Majin Buu will appear. Narrator: And what will be the result of Goku's and Vegeta's fight? Narrator: Hurry up, Goku! Narrator: An extraordinary thing will happen to Earth. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: The Seal Is Broken?! Goku: Gohan's Kamehameha of Resistance. Gohan: Damn! Isn't there anything else that can be done?! Episode Title,Title: Countdown Toward the Resurrection Episode Title,Title: Crush Babidi's Ambition! Title: Next Time Title: The Seal Is Broken?! Title: Gohan's Kamehameha of Resistance Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ] us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x115 - The Heinous Mage Babidi and King of the Underworld Dabura's Trap\" / \"The Nefarious Wizard Babidi And Demon King"}	foreverdreaming
Narrator: The fierce battle between Son Goku and Vegeta, who transformed into an evil warrior has, been resumed. Narrator: And Majin Buu's sphere, which was receiving energy from the damage... Babidi: Majin Buu has reached his full power! Babidi: Full power! Babidi: At last, Majin Buu shall be resurrected! Shin: How could this happen?! Shin: For this worst-case scenario to happen...! Shin: A complete miscalculation! Narrator: At last, the seal has been broken. Narrator: Will the dreadful monster Majin Buu finally show itself? Overlaps,Trunks: What are you doing, Goten?! Overlaps,Trunks: If you don't hurry, we won't be able to see Majin Buu! Goten: But... Trunks: What is it? Goten: I have to pee! Trunks: You have to pee?! Trunks: Hold it in! Goten: It's impossible! Goten: I haven't gone since the tournament started. I'm gonna leak! Trunks: Tch, it can't be helped then. Trunks: Okay, there! Trunks: Do it there and come back! Trunks: Hurry up! Goten: Okay! Goten: Trunks-kun! Trunks: Me too! Trunks: Mine goes way further! Goten: I can do that, too! Trunks: There! Trunks/Gothen: Over there! Trunks: There, there! Goten: That surprised me! Trunks: We have to hurry up. Trunks: We're gonna fly fast, Goten! Goten: Okay! Goku: Nice try! [fck you or drop dad doesn't suit goku's character at all so i decided on this one][Yeah, I agree on this one][Changed it from "shove it". Feel free to change it back.] Vegeta: What's wrong, Kakarot?! Vegeta: Over there! Vegeta: Die, Kakarot! Goku: Not bad, Vegeta. Goku: I'm getting fired up, too. [lol now? when Majin Buu is full power? GJ Goku XD] Trunks: H-Hey, I sense an amazing ki! Trunks: Who's that? Father and the others? Goten: I don't know. Just a while ago it was at the tournament grounds, too. Trunks: Why can we feel such amazing ki coming from so many places? Goten: Maybe they're fighting all over the world? Trunks: I have no idea what's going on. Trunks: Wanna give up and go back? Goten: No, no, no! Never! Goten: I want to see Majin Buu! Goten: I'll see it for sure! Trunks: I get it, Goten. Trunks: Okay, let's go to the strongest ki. Goten: Okay! Vegeta: It's been a while since I've been this excited! Goku: No matter what happens, I'm not going to lose to you! Vegeta: Payback time! [I couldn't resist XD he only says "It's a payback! but Payback time sounds soo much better ] Vegeta: You dodged it quite well, Kakarot! [hahaha complementing you enemy? Nice vegeta XD] Goku: You used so much energy and yet you missed. Vegeta: So what? From now on... Goku: I can't believe it. Goku: I went through extremely harsh training in that world. Goku: Yet, we're still even. Goku: You've trained more than I have, haven't you? Vegeta: No. While it's true that I think I've trained more than you, Vegeta: you're a genius who always manages to overcome me. Vegeta: No matter what I tried, there was no difference! Vegeta: I realized it during your fight with Babidi's monster! Vegeta: It was a shock! Vegeta: Me, the genius, kller prince was no different from a low-class warrior like you! Vegeta: That's why I secretly decided. Goku: So that's it! Goku: To Babidi! Goku: So that's why you fell for Babidi's magic on purpose. Vegeta: Yeah. Vegeta: At that time, I remembered. Vegeta: Babidi's underlings at the tournament. Man: He's completely different! [Not that it truly matters, but for the sake of consistency you might want to go back and check the TL for the episode that this scene refers to. I'm pretty certain that this line and the Man's next is a tad different.] Man: He changed and got strong! Vegeta: People who knew those men said that they had inexplicably become much stronger than they were before. Vegeta: I remembered that and thought... Vegeta: ...if I were under his control, would the difference between you and I finally disappear?! Vegeta: And that's exactly what happened. Vegeta: Although I'm not happy about the way I did it. Goku: Vegeta, do you really mean to tell me that you only chose to submit to his control because your pride demanded it? Vegeta: I... Vegeta: I wanted to go back to who I was! Vegeta: The cruel, cold Saiya-jin I was when I fought against you without worrying about anything at all! Vegeta: I didn't like it... Vegeta: I didn't like how you and the others were able to influence my behavior without my noticing. Vegeta: W-With the people living around me... Vegeta: I-It wasn't a bad feeling. Vegeta: I came to like the comfortable life here on Earth! Vegeta: That's why I had to fall under Babidi's control and rediscover my evil self! Vegeta: Thanks to him, I've achieved my goal. [wow that was some monologue XD] Goku: Is it really like that, Vegeta? Dabura: It's finally time, isn't it, Babidi-sama? Babidi: Majin Buu's seal will be broken! Babidi: He's coming out! Majin Buu is coming out! Satan: Wh-What is it? Wh-What's happening? Comentator: Who knows. [he's rather calm xD] Comentator: Mr. Satan? Comentator: Please tell them to calm down. Satan: But... Comentator: If things continue on like this, there will be too much panic for us to keep under control. Comentator: We haven't given Mr. Satan the winning prize, either. Satan: Ah, the prize! Satan: That's right! I haven't received the prize yet, right? Satan: Hurry up and give me the prize. Comentator: It's impossible in such a situation. Satan: Ladies and gentlemen, do not be flustered! Satan: After all, isn't Mr. Satan with you? Satan: Even if the world is coming to an end, Satan: as long as I, Mr. Satan, am with you, I'll protect you! People: Oh! Mr. Satan will... Person: That's right! We have Mr. Satan with us! Person: Mr. Satan, we're relying on you! People: Satan! Satan! Satan! Satan: Finished! I finished that stylishly. Satan: Let's hurry up, get the prize, and go home. Kamesennin: Something is happening. Kamesennin: Something truly terrible is happening on the other side of the world. [The original TL seemed rather bizzare if you ask me, so I thought I'd spruce it up a bit.] Chichi: Th-That's... And Goten-chan has wandered off somewhere. Chichi: Goku-sa and Gohan just showed up and disappeared again. Chichi: What should I do?! Geez! Goten: Trunks-kun! Stop, stop! Trunks: Hm? What is it, Goten? Goten: Something's been weird for a while now. Goten: A lot of ki is over there, too. Trunks: Yeah, I felt it, too. A strange ki that we haven't felt until now. Trunks: It's quite big. Goten: Yeah. Trunks: There, and over there, too. Trunks: It's getting more and more complicated! Trunks: Birds! Goten: So many. I wonder why? Trunks: What in the world is happening? Trunks: I wonder if it has something to do with Majin Buu? Goten: Who knows? Babidi: Dabura, Majin Buu is coming out! Babidi: He's finally coming out! Dabura: Yes, sir. Babidi: At last, the seal was broken. Babidi: Finally, I'll get to see Majin Buu! Babidi: Now, come out! Babidi: What kind of amazing guy is he? Babidi: This Majin Buu that Father created! [TL? The words don't seem to match up with Babidi's reaction.] Dabura: This is splendid, isn't it, Babidi-sama? Babidi: I've been waiting for this moment to come! Babidi: Come out, quickly! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: D-Dad's damage energy has... Thought/Flashback,Gohan: Dad's, who's fighting on a level higher than Super Saiya-jin, damage energy has... Thought/Flashback,Gohan: To revive Majin Buu so quickly... Shin: We're too late! Let's run, Gohan-san! Shin: Let's run, Gohan-san! Gohan: Even if you say so... What are you going to do? Gohan: We can't leave it like this! Gohan: If we do, Majin Buu will be revived! Shin: Listen up. You can't win against Majin Buu! Shin: Not you nor anyone else! Shin: Something that can bat him doesn't exists! Shin: If we stay here, we'll undoubtedly be klled! Gohan: But Kaioushin-sama... Shin: Quickly, Gohan-san! Let's run! Gohan: Kaioushin-sama! Shin: Quickly! Gohan: The damage energy because of Dad fighting on a level higher than that of Super Saiya-jin... Shin: Wh-What are you... Babidi: What is he trying to do? Dabura: I don't know. Gohan: I'll resist at least this much. Shin: Gohan-san! Dabura: Damn him! Babidi-sama, let me put a stop to this. Babidi: It's all right. Something like this won't stop Majin Buu from awakening. Babidi: F-Fool! Even if you do something like that, it's futile! Gohan: Okay! Babidi: It's coming out! Majin Buu! Dabura: Babidi-sama! Babidi/Dabura: E... Empty! Babidi: No... It shouldn't be like that. Babidi: That's... Why...? Babidi: Why did it turn out like this? Babidi: Come out! Come out, Majin Buu! Babidi: Please, come out! Shin: How lucky! Shin: What a shame, Babidi! Shin: Majin Buu was destroyed with this attck! Shin: After being asleep for so long, it had probably lost all its strength. Shin: No matter how much energy you gave it, it wouldn't become as tenacious as he once was. Shin: With this, Earth will be saved! Dabura: Isn't it fine, Babidi-sama? Dabura: Even without Majin Buu, I'm still here. Dabura: And also that Vegeta, even if not completely, is under your control. Babidi: But... Majin Buu is... Babidi: Father created Majin Buu... Shin: Babidi, now you're crying? Babidi: Dabura, since it has come down to this, let's at least get rid of that puny Kaioushin! Dabura: Yes, sir! Shin: I'll keep Babidi busy. Shin: Gohan-san, you defeat Dabura. Shin: If you can do that, then I'm certain that Babidi's desire to commit dark deeds will come to an end. Shin: Now, as Goku-san said, is the time to get furious. Shin: Get furious, and show us your true power. Shin: Gohan-san, peace is just around the corner! Gohan: Damn! You're wrong! Gohan: Tremendous ki is... Tremendous ki is... Gohan: ...accumulating! Gohan: This is...! Shin: What are you talking about?! Gohan: The smoke is...! Gohan: The smoke that came out of the sphere before is...! Gohan: A tremendous... ki! Babidi: Hey... That... Dabura: C-Could that be...? Narrator: Finally, Majin Buu has been revived. Narrator: But is he really strong enough to put Earth in danger? Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: Straight Line to Despair!? Goku: Fear of Majin Buu. Gohan: The Seal Is Broken?! Episode Title,Title: The Seal Is Broken?! Episode Title,Title: Gohan's Kamehameha of Resistance Title: Next Time Title: Straight Line to Despair!? Title: Fear of Majin Buu Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ] us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x116 - Don't Underestimate a Super Saiyan! Vegeta and Goku's Full Throttle Power!\" / \"Don't Sell Super Saiyans Short!"}	foreverdreaming
Goku: You were only under his control to become strong because of your pride? Vegeta: I... Vegeta: I wanted to go back to who I was! Vegeta: The cruel, cold Saiya-jin I was when I fought against you without worrying about anything at all! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The fierce battle between Son Goku and Vegeta, who transformed into an evil warrior has been resumed. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And Majin Buu's sphere... Thought/Flashback,Narrator: At last, the seal has been broken. Goku: Not bad, Vegeta. Vegeta: I'm not done yet![I think ain't here is a little too informal] Dabura: Babidi-sama... I-Is that Majin Buu? Babidi: Wh-Who knows. I've never seen him. Babidi: The only one who saw Majin Buu is the Kaioushin. Gohan: I-Is that Majin Buu? Shin: Y-Yes. I-I will never forget... that dreadful face! Babidi: Seem like it's Majin Buu, after all! Dabura: Someone like him? Babidi: Hey, Majin Buu! Gohan: You said Majin so I thought it would be someone more impressive. Shin: It's over. We can't escape. Gohan: I wonder about that. Gohan: While it's true he's got an unbelievable ki, Gohan: we can still do something. Shin: Is that true, Gohan-san?! Gohan: Yes. If I could bring out my true strength. Babidi: O-Oh, Majin Buu! Babidi: Majin Buu! Vegeta: Damn! Goku: Wait, Vegeta! Wait! Goku: I can sense a huge ki! Goku: Majin Buu has finally come out! Vegeta: Majun Buu, huh? Vegeta: I was wondering how good he could be, Vegeta: but he only has this much battle power, after all.[since we use "he" in the previous line I think we should keep it consistent] Vegeta: Just as I thought. Vegeta: Listen Kakarot. We've become too strong. Vegeta: Way too strong, you know. Vegeta: A Kaioushin, who's normally considered so special... Vegeta: Have you ever once thought that he was that amazing? Vegeta: On the contrary, the Kaioushin was so embarrassing. Vegeta: In the eyes of Kaioushin, Majin Buu is something dreadful, but for us, he isn't much at all. Goku: No, you're wrong. That ki is elsewhere. Vegeta: Cut the crap! Don't even think about running away from our duel! Goku: Vegeta! You noticed that, too! Babidi: Hey, M-Majin Buu! Babidi: I-I'm Babidi, the son of Bibidi, the one who created you. Babidi: I'm the one who resurrected you, who was shut inside of the sphere for a really long time. Babidi: Th-That's why, from now on I'm your master. Babidi: Hey! What's gotten into you? Babidi: Greeting! Greet me properly! Babidi: I'm your master, after all! Babidi: Hey, Majin Buu! Babidi: Hey, what's wrong, Majin Buu? Dabura: He's a simple idiot! Gohan: Wh-What are they doing? Babidi: You! Dabura: I don't know why, but it looks like the resurrection has failed. Dabura: I thought he's finally appeared, but Dabura: he's just trash with a stupid face who doesn't have knowledge or power.[Again the "he"/"it" inconsistency] Dabura: What? Dabura: Are you going to say something?[literally:Are you going to complain about something?] Dabura: What? Dabura: You want to fight with Dabura-sama right here? Dabura: You don't even know your place. Dabura: This just proves you're an idiot. Gohan: It seems that somehow Majin Buu is a failure, Kaioushin-sama. Shin: It's not failure! That's Majin Buu! Dabura: Boring bluff. Babidi: W-W-Wonderful! Babidi: You're amazing, Majin Buu! Babidi: You defeated Dabura so easily! Babidi: Really wonderful! Gohan: It went up! Gohan: Majin Buu's ki went up at an explsive rate! Gohan: Strong. Too strong! Gohan: An unbelievable strength! Goku: It changed into an outstanding ki. Goku: That Majin Buu wasn't something normal, after all! Trunks: J-Just now, only for a second, you felt a really amazing ki, didn't you? Goten: Yeah. Trunks: What on earth happened? Goten: Hey, where should we go? Trunks: Uhm, let's see... Trunks: The ki over there is kinda weird, right? Goten: That way leads to the Majin for sure. Trunks: Yeah. The Majin is more interesting, after all. Goten: Yeah! Trunks: Okay, then it's decided! Goku: There's no time to be doing this! Goku: We let that monster out! Vegeta: Like I care! Vegeta: It doesn't have anything to do with our duel! Goku: Everyone will get klled! Goku: Everyone! Bulma and Trunks, as well! Vegeta: Sh-Shut up! Vegeta: To get rid of that weakness, I sold my soul to Babidi!["sensitiveness"... not sure this is a word ] Vegeta: So that I don't care about the others! Goku: That's a lie. Goku: That's a lie! Goku: You haven't sold your soul completely. Vegeta: Okay. Our duel is postponed. Vegeta: It seems that you're concerned over Majin Buu so much that you can't concentrate. Goku: Vegeta! Vegeta: Give me that thing you called a "Senzu". Vegeta: We both used quite a lot of stamina. Goku: Yeah. Goku: If we do it together, we can surely defeat Majin Buu. Vegeta: As expected, even you can't do a thing when you're ht by surprise. Vegeta: I've let Majin Buu out so I'll clean him up, as well. Vegeta: Finishing things with you will come after that. Vegeta: If I'm still alive, that is. Babidi: Amazing. Babidi: Amazing! Babidi: Now, Majin Buu, listen to me. Babidi: Okay? I'm your new master. Babidi: Y-You sure you want to disrespect me? Babidi: I saw Father's notes and I know it. Babidi: The spell[incantation?] that trapped you inside the sphere. Babidi: You don't want to go back there again, do you? Babidi: Right? Right? Babidi: Okay. It's fine that way. It's fine. Gohan: Kaioushin-sama! Doesn't Majin Buu act like a child? Gohan: If we defeat Babidi, maybe he won't do anything crazy! Shin: W-We can't. If Babidi dies, we won't be able to seal Majin Buu again! Shin: Even though he looks like this, Majin Buu is a dreadful monster. Shin: A time will come when even Babidi won't be able to control him and will seal him inside that sphere again! Shin: Until then, we have to bear with it patiently. Shin: E-Even though I am a Kaioushin, it's so frustrating that I can't do anything! Shin: It shouldn't go like this. Shin: I had confidence that I could defeat Babidi and stop Majin Buu's resurrection. Shin: I-If I knew there were people like you, who are humans, yet surpass me so far in strength, Shin: I could have done it differently, as well! Gohan: Differently? Shin: No, it's too late. Shin: We can't run away from Majin Buu anymore. Shin: We won't live long anyway. Gohan: What are you talking about?! Gohan: If it's about running away, I can do something about it! Babidi: Okay! Babidi: Now, Majin Buu, this is your first order. Babidi: kll those two! Gohan: Kaioushin-sama! Gohan: It's all right! I have faith in my speed! Babidi: Wh-What are you doing, Buu? They're gonna run away! Babidi: H-He disappeared! Gohan: Th-That's! Buu: Die! [finally first normal words that came from Buu's mouth!] Babidi: Good, good, Majin Buu! Babidi: Do it, do it! Thought/Flashback,Shin: Gohan-san! Gohan: Th-That's impossible! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: S-S-Somehow, Majin Buu is extraordinary. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Astounding speed and power. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Behind that cruel smirk lurks a fear of death. [any questions about this one, ask] Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: That's... Even Dabura couldn't do anything... Title: Straight Path to Despair!? Title: Fear of Majin Buu Title: Next Time Title: Become a Candy! Title: Strange Power of a Hungry Majin Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x117 - Who is the World's Greatest?! A Battle Royal Match to Decide!!\" / \"Whither Victory? A Battle Royal Championship"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Majin Buu has been resurrected. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: With his overwhelming power, he defeated Dabura and even Gohan, instantly. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Moreover, after noticing the resurrection of Majin Buu, Vegeta landed a sneak attck on Goku... Thought/Flashback,Narrator: and decided to fight him alone. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: At that time, Majin Buu got Kaioushin cornered. Gohan: Kaioushin-sama! Babidi: You're amazing, Majin Buu! Babidi: kll them! kll them! Gohan: K-Kaioushin-sama! Shin: I-In that case... Shin: How's that?! Babidi: Ouch! Babidi: Let's see... Babidi: Oh, so you're in pain, Kaioushin? Babidi: Yeah, how unlucky. Babidi: What's wrong, Kaioushin? Babidi: Are you taking a nap here? Babidi: You don't look like much of a figure that stands on top of the world at all! Babidi: Serves you right! Babidi: That's it! Shall I be the one to put an end to you? Gohan: Are you all right, Kaioushin-sama? Babidi: Damn! That was such a good moment! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: What a guy! It doesn't affect him at all! Buu: You're in the way. Buu: Begone! Shin: Gohan-san, look out! Babidi: And he's gone! Babidi: Fly to the edge of space! Shin: P-Please, be alive! Babidi: Hey, did you do something just now? Babidi: You deserved this, Kaioushin! Babidi: You crossed me so many times, but still, I'm grateful to you. Babidi: Because thanks to the people you brought, Majin Buu got resurrected. Babidi: This is a present for doing that. Babidi: I'll finish you off myself! Babidi: I think my father, who was klled by you, will also be happy. Babidi: Oh well. Babidi: Hey, Majin Buu! Babidi: You can finish off the Kaioushin. Babidi: Hey! Majin Buu! Buu: I'm hungry. Buu: Let's eat him. Babidi: That's good! You can eat him? Babidi: It's a fitting way for a Kaioushin to die! Babidi: Okay, Majin Buu! Eat the Kaioushin! Babidi: Eat him without leaving as much as a hair! Babidi: Dabura! You were alive?! Babidi: Even so, what have you done, Dabura?! Trunks: That's strange. Trunks: It should be around here. Goten: Hm? Trunks: Hey, isn't that it? Trunks: Okay! Let's get down! Goten: Yeah! Trunks: Goten, let's stop being Super Saiya-jin. Trunks: They'll feel our presence. Goten: Yeah. Trunks: Hm? There are only people we don't know. Goten: That's not true. Goten: Look! Goten: The one on the ground is that strange guy we met at the tournament. Trunks: Oh! That's right! Trunks: Was he klled? Goten: Hey, Trunks-kun, which one is the Majin? Trunks: Even if you ask which one, we're too far, so I can't tell. Trunks: Hey, Goten. Trunks: Let's get a little closer. Goten: B-But... wait for me, Trunks-kun! Trunks: Tch... I have no idea. Trunks: Just where did Father and Gohan-san go? Goten: Hey, Trunks-kun. Trunks: What is it, Goten? Goten: Look at that. Goten: There! Goten: What is that? Trunks: Okay, let's check it out. Goten: Yeah. Goten: Piccolo-san. Trunks: Oh, It's only a statue. Trunks: That surprised me. Trunks: This is made of stone. Trunks: But why's Piccolo-san's stone statue here? Goten: There's Krillin-san's statue! Trunks: Strange. [oh god... kids are always like that ] Trunks: Th-That's bad! Goten: T-Trunks-kun! Trunks: Geez! Goten: Seems they haven't noticed us. Dabura: Babidi-sama, Dabura: he... Majin Buu... Dabura: shall never become your loyal servant. Dabura: Someday, he'll become unable to control, Dabura: and he'll bring calamity to you. Dabura: If we don't finish him off now, something bad will... Babidi: Shut up! [x ] Babidi: How dare you do that to Majin Buu! Babidi: My precious Majin Buu! Babidi: How dare you?! How dare you?! Dabura: Babidi-sama! Babidi: How dare you?! Babidi: M-Majin Buu, are you okay? Dabura: Wh-What?! Dabura: Impossible! Babidi: Amazing! Amazing! Babidi: As expected from a Majin created by Father! Buu: I will... Buu: eat you. Vegeta: If I destroy this cover and enter inside, I will be in Babidi's ship. Vegeta: If I destroy that ship, I should be able to get to Majin Buu fast. Vegeta: Probably. Vegeta: Gohan's ki has already disappeared. Vegeta: That's unforgivable. Vegeta: It's my fault. : Kakarot... Buu: I'll eat you. Dabura: E-Eat, you say?! Dabura: What?! Buu: Let's eat! Let's eat! Buu: Let's eat! Let's eat! Let's eat! : Let's eat! Let's eat! Let's eat! : Let's eat! Let's eat! Let's eat! Babidi: Oh well. Babidi: Majin Buu is resurrected, so Dabura is useless. Dabura: Damn! Dabura: Y-You! Babidi: Majin Buu! Dabura: How's that, Majin? Babidi: Good, good, Majin Buu! Buu: Let's eat! [again goes over and over...] Buu: Let's eat! Let's eat! Let's eat! Trunks: His ki is growing stronger and stronger! Dabura: Then what about this! Dabura: With this, even if he's a Majin... Babidi: I-Impossible! Babidi: M-Majin has...! Babidi: That's... Babidi: You did it. Buu: Let's eat! Let's eat! Let's eat! Dabura: What?! Babidi: That's my Majin! Babidi: Okay! Babidi: Do it, Majin Buu! Buu: Become a cookie! [lol finally something different!] Babidi: W-Wonderful, Majin Buu! Goten: He ate him! Goten: He turned him into a cookie and ate him! Goten: Krillin-san! Kuririn: What are you doing here? Kuririn: Why are you here? Goten: Hm? Trunks: Just a second ago he was a stone statue. Kuririn: Stone statue? Kuririn: Oh, that's right! Kuririn: I got spit on. Kuririn: I got ht with spit by a guy named Dabura and turned into stone. Kuririn: I'm back again. Goten: Maybe it was the guy who got eaten just now? Trunks: That's right. Trunks: That guy died and Kuririn-san got back to how he was. Trunks: I-I'm going to take a look at something. Kuririn: Wh-What's wrong? Goten: Trunks-kun knocked over Piccolo-san's statue and it broke. Goten: Trunks-kun. Trunks: It's better not to look. Kuririn: Trunks, you... Trunks: Please, keep it a secret from the others. Piccolo: What secret?! Piccolo: Wh-What's that dreadful ki?! Piccolo: Is that him? Piccolo: N-No way! Piccolo: Majin Buu has... Trunks: Hey, Piccolo-san how did you get back? Piccolo: As long as my head is untouched, I can regenerate. Piccolo: Anyway, tell us what's happening? Piccolo: Where's Goku and company? Trunks: We don't know. Trunks: We just got here, too. Kuririn: Hey, who's that strange guy? Kuririn: I-Is that Majin Buu?! Piccolo: Probably. Kuririn: Th-Th-This is no j-joke. Kuririn: Th-This dreadful ki belongs to him, right? Babidi: Oh right, Majin Buu! Babidi: Eat him, the Kaioushin here, as well! Piccolo: Is that the Kaioushin-sama?! Kuririn: Hey, don't, Piccolo! Kuririn: What are you planning to do? Kuririn: Endure it. Kuririn: I understand how you feel, but endure it. Kuririn: Frankly speaking, it's not an opponent that even you can handle, for sure! Goten: He was struck by a spear and ended up fine, Goten: and he turns his opponents into candy and eats them! Buu: What should I change you into and eat you? Buu: Chocolate? Buu: Jelly? Babidi: No matter who you are, this is a pitiful ending, isn't it?! Babidi: Wh-What?! Kuririn: What? What? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Majin Buu, with overwhelming strength, has defeated Dabura, Gohan and the Kaioushin. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Is it possible to stop that monster? Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: What can we do? Gohan: What can we do to defeat Majin Buu? Kuririn: Oh hello, I'm Krillin. Here's a message from Luffy! [hahaha really? we're gonna cut the last line right? ] Title: Become a Candy! Title: Strange Power of a Hungry Majin Title: Next Time Title: I Shall Finish the Majin Title: Vegeta's Final Battle! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x118 - The Fearsome Children!! #18's Great Struggle\" / \"Stunning Youngsters! No. 18's Uphill Battle"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: It turns out that Majin Buu has unimaginable strength. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Against such strength, Kaioushin and Gohan couldn't do a thing, and were defeated. Dabura: Babidi-sama, he shall never become your loyal servant. Buu: I will... Buu: eat you. Narrator: Majin Buu turned Dabura into a cookie and ate him! Buu: What should I change you into and eat? Buu: Chocolate? Buu: Jelly? Babidi: No matter who you are, this is a pitiful ending, isn't it?! Babidi: Wh-What?! Babidi: M-My... My spaceship has...! [here we can leave it as it is or in place of dots put "exploaded"] [I'll leave an ellipsis. As bad as they look, it's necessary here. - ConstruKction] Babidi: It can't be! Babidi: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Babidi: What's going on?! Babidi: Hey, Majin Buu! Babidi: Do you know who could do such a cruel thing?! Babidi: Is someone there? Babidi: Y-You are...! Vegeta: Yo. Trunks: It's Father! Kuririn: Vegeta! Babidi: Vegeta, why are you here?! Shin: V-Vegeta-san... Babidi: Y-You didn't blow up my ship, did you?! Vegeta: Yeah. Vegeta: It got a little rough there, but I took a shortcut. Babidi: V-Vegeta, you bastard! Babidi: How could you do such a thing?! Babidi: I haven't ordered you to destroy the ship, have I?! Babidi: Geez, why aren't you listening to me?! Babidi: You're the first one to do that! Vegeta: That ugly, stupid-looking thing is Majin Buu, huh? Vegeta: Bastard, how could you kll Gohan! Trunks: Hey, what is it? Trunks: What did Father say? Kuririn: Piccolo? Piccolo: Go-Gohan! Buu: Ugly? Buu: What's that? What is it? Bibidi: What? Bibidi: It means a pitiful, weird face. Babidi: H-Hey! Babidi: Majin Buu! Vegeta: What a happy fella. Buu: You made me angry! Buu: I'll kll you! I'll kll you! Babidi: Damn you, Vegeta! Babidi: Very well! Babidi: Majin Buu, do it! Babidi: He does what he pleases and disobeys me! I don't need him anymore! Kuririn: Hey. Kuririn: That darned monster has raised his ki even more! Kuririn: Wh-What a guy! Trunks: Okay! Trunks: Majin or not, get him, Dad! Piccolo: Vegeta. Babidi: kll, Majin Buu! Babidi: kll Vegeta! Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: Kakarotto... You're someone I cannot stand at all. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: You're always one step ahead of me and and end up saving me! Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: And in the end you died, but... Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: this time, I shall be the one to settle this. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: You're sleeping at ease. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: When you wake up, everything will be finished. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: But I might not be here. Vegeta: I'm not going to hell alone! Vegeta: You will tag along with me! Shin: Not good! Shin: Vegeta-san is willing to die! Trunks: Father is amazing! Kuririn: He might be... Kuririn: might be able to do it! Piccolo: Wh-What power! Babidi: No way! Babidi: Buu... Majin Buu! Trunks: Great, Father! Trunks: Do it, do it! Goku: V-Vegeta. Babidi: Wh-What's wrong? Babidi: What are you doing, Majin Buu? Kuririn: A-Amazing! Kuririn: Vegeta is incredibly strong! Trunks: Great! Trunks: You're doing great, Father! You're amazing! Trunks: bat him up more, much more! Trunks: [back]Good, good! bat him up more! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: He and Vegeta have overcome the Super Saiya-jin level by far! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: Incredible power! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: Like Gohan when he fought Cell... Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: no, even more?! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: Yet, even Gohan has been klled by Majin Buu! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: Because Goku's whereabouts are unknown, Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: if Vegeta, as he is now, won't do, there's nothing in this world that can match Majin Buu! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: Earth's fate... no, fate of all worlds is on your shoulders now, Vegeta! Babidi: M-Majin Buu! Babidi: Th-That's impossible! Babidi: There's no way my Majin Buu can lose! Kuririn: Amazing! Trunks: He did it! [x ] Trunks: As expected from Father! Trunks: Hah! Did you see that, Goten? Trunks: Father's strength? Goten: Yeah! Uncle's amazing! Trunks: Of course! Because he's my father, after all! Kuririn: What's that? Babidi: Good, good! Babidi: Now, Majin Buu, it's our turn! Babidi: kll Vegeta! Trunks: Father, go for it! Trunks/Goten: He did it! [x ] Kuririn: That's really amazing. Babidi: I-Impossible! Majin Buu has... Babidi: My Majin Buu has...! Trunks: He did it! Buu: That hurt... a little. Vegeta: Are you immortal? Babidi: Good, Majin Buu! Get him, get him! Buu: Someone like you... Buu: Someone like you! Kuririn: Th-Th-This is bad! Babidi: Hey... What are you... Buu: Someone like you... Buu: Curse you! Babidi: B-Barrier! Piccolo: R-Run! Babidi: Phew... that was close! Piccolo: Everyone! Piccolo: Are you all right? Kuririn: That was close. Trunks: Ouchie! Kuririn: Hm? Kuririn: What about Goten? Kuririn: Don't scare me like that, Goten! Goten: Good for you, Lizardie! [Lizard-san is stupid and tokage-san would be like a name... so i came up with something like that ] Piccolo: Ka-Kaioushin-sama! Trunks: Father! Babidi: What a tough fellow. Babidi: Who wold have thought he'd be still alive. Babidi: If he only hadn't disobeyed me, he would've been a good servant. Babidi: What a pity! Vegeta: Damn! Vegeta: H-How is that possible. Vegeta: Aside from being strong, he's also immortal! Vegeta: He doesn't even talk properly! Vegeta: Shithead! ["Damn bastard!", maybe? I'd rather not have heavy cursing in subs. - ConstruKction] Thought/Flashback,Narrator: A fight Vegeta puts his life on has gn. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Is there even a way to defeat the immortal Majin Buu? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: That Majin Buu guy. Goku: Vegeta's attcks aren't working at all! Vegeta: Trunks, take care of your mother. Vegeta: Majin Buu! Vegeta: I've found a way to defeat you! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: Vegeta-san is fighting for something else than himself for the first time. Title: I Shall Finish the Majin Title: Vegeta's Final Battle! Title: Next Time Title: For the Ones You Should Love... Title: The Last Moment of a Highly Proud Warrior! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x119 - The Star Performer Takes the Stage! Take Down the Demon King!!\" / \"Enter the Headliner! The Looming Demon King!"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Vegeta, who wanted to fight alone against the Majin, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: has overwhelmed him with his extreme power. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Buu, who has taken a powerful attck from Vegeta, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: lost his temper. [literaly:let his anger to blow up] Buu: That hurt... a little. Vegeta: Are you immortal? Buu: Someone like you... Buu: Someone like you! Buu: Curse you! Vegeta: H-How is that possible? Vegeta: Aside from being strong, he's also immortal! Vegeta: He doesn't even talk properly! Vegeta: Pink bastard! Trunks: Father. Piccolo: E-Even Vegeta doesn't stand a chance at all. Piccolo: Gohan died. Piccolo: And the King of the Righteous World, the Kaioushin-sama, was also klled! Piccolo: What is going to happen to this world? Trunks: Father won't... Father won't lose though, will he? Turnks: Not to something like a Majin! Buu: You're already finished. Buu: Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: Wh-What should I do?! Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: What should I do to defeat this monster?! Vegeta: You're a disgusting bastard. Vegeta: What are you up to?! Vegeta: Stop screwing around! Vegeta: I can dodge attcks like these with my eyes closed! Piccolo: This is bad! Buu: So exciting! So exciting! So exciting! Kuririn: He's going to get klled! Kuririn: What in the world happened to Gohan and Goku?! Kuririn: Are they dad already? Goten: A-As if Nii-chan would die! Piccolo: Hold on, Trunks! Piccolo: Even if you go there you won't be able to do anything! Piccolo: You'll just die needlessly! Piccolo: And Vegeta wouldn't want that! Trunks: This has to stop! Piccolo: Wait, Trunks! Goten: Trunks-kun! I'm coming, as well! Piccolo: Goten! [\alpha&HFF&\t[ , ,\alpha&H &]]Stop! Piccolo: If you go, you'll suffer the same fate! Piccolo: Don't throw your life away! Goten: But Uncle and Trunks-kun will...! Goten: If Nii-chan was be here, he'd go for sure! Piccolo: Goten! Piccolo: D-Damn it! Babidi: Wh-What was that just now? Goten: Uncle! Trunks: Father! Trunks: Father! Babidi: What's with those shrimps? Babidi: Do they think that they can help him? Babidi: Well, no matter how many people like them are there, it won't make a difference. Trunks: Father! Goten: Are you all right, Uncle? Trunks: Hang in there, Father! Trunks: Father! [Can we seriously put a milisecond or two of empty space between each word, so viewers clearly know the line is being spoken multiple times?] Goten: Is he dad? Trunks: Don't say stupid things! Trunks: Father would never die from something like this! Goten: B-But it's impossible for him to fight anymore. Trunks: Listen carefully Goten, with clean ears! Trunks: Mom told me that Father is a prince of the Saiya-jin people! Goten: What?! A prince?! Trunks: That's right! Trunks: My father is amazing! Trunks: As if a Saiya-jin prince would lose to someone like that! Trunks: Father! Goten: Uncle! Vegeta: T-Trunks... Vegeta: Wh-What happened to him?! Babidi: So he was still alive? Babidi: He would've had it easier if he was dad. Babidi: Idiot. Babidi: My Majin Buu is invincible. Babidi: Die some more! Piccolo: Majin Buu cannot be forgiven, but the person who cannot be forgiven the most is you, Babidi! Babidi: I-It's you! Babidi: You're not looking so good. Babidi: Your face is green, you know! Babidi: Well I can't blame you for that. Babidi: It's normal for someone's face to change colors upon witnessing Majin Buu's strength. Piccolo: I've had this skin color ever since I was born. Piccolo: Such a simple warlock shouldn't be so full of himself. Babidi: Wh-What did you say? Babidi: You've got some nerve to insult me to my face! Babidi: Okay! Babidi: I'll ask Majin Buu to kll you next, in the most painful way imaginable! Piccolo: I am afraid that you will be doing no such thing. Piccolo: In fact, you won't be controlling Majin Buu anymore. Babidi: What was that?! Babidi: I'm getting tired of dealing with idiots like you. Piccolo: Even though klling Majin Buu is impossible, it is possible to kll you. Babidi: Ba-Barrier! Babidi: How do you like it? I also know some tricks. Babidi: B-Buu! Majin Buu! Babidi: What are you doing?! Babidi: Him! kll him! Babidi: You think you can kll me? Babidi: F-Fool! Babidi: If you kll me, you will lose the ability to seal Majin Buu away for good! Babidi: And if that happens, nothing will be able to stop him from destroying the cosmos! Babidi: Are you okay with that?! Piccolo: It was only a matter of time before you lost control of the situation, and you know it! Piccolo: [The cucumber doesn't actually say anything here. Reccommend deleting this line.] Piccolo: Die! Babidi: I-Impossible! Babidi: W-Was I, the one who would be king of this world, always destined to be defeated like this?! Buu: Who made me go through all that?! Vegeta: Trunks... Bulma, your mother, take care of her. Trunks: What? Trunks: Wh-What do you mean, Father? Trunks: Take care of Mother? Vegeta: You guys take cover, somewhere far away from here. Vegeta: I will fight with Majin Buu alone. Trunks: What?! Goten: U-Uncle! Trunks: No! We'll fight with you! Trunks: If you fight alone, you might get klled! Trunks: With the three of us, we can surely defeat him! Trunks: Right, Goten?! Goten: Right! Trunks: We're strong! Vegeta: Impossible. Vegeta: No matter how many of us there are, conventional fighting methods are useless. Goten: Uncle, if all three of us attck toger, it'll be a piece of cake! Trunks: It's not like you to get scared, Father. Goten: Yeah, that's right! Goten: You always act so big and strong, Uncle! Trunks: Yeah, yeah! Vegeta: Trunks. Vegeta: I've never once held you in my arms, have I? Not even when you were a baby. Vegeta: Please, let me hold you.[literaly:Please let me embrace you/hug you] Trunks: F-F-Father. Trunks: Wh-Wh-What's with you, Father? Trunks: Stop... It's embarrassing. Vegeta: Be well, Trunks. Trunks: Huh? Goten: Trunks-kun! Uncle! [I suggest splitting "Uncle!" into a separate line.] Goten: Why did you do that, Uncle?! Goten: Why did you do that to Trunks-kun?! Goten: Why?! Goten: Why?! Why did you ht Trunks-kun?! Goten: You're so cruel, Uncle! Goten: Uncle! Why did you do that?! Piccolo: Veget- Buu: Which one of you ht me just now?! Vegeta: Take these two and go as far as you can. Vegeta: Make it quick. Piccolo: Y-Yeah. Vegeta: I'm leaving them to you, Piccolo. Piccolo: You bastard. You know you're about to die, don't you? Vegeta: Please, tell me just one thing. Vegeta: When I die, will I be able to meet Kakarotto in the Other World? Piccolo: At this point, consoling you won't mean anything, so I'll be honest. Piccolo: That's impossible. Piccolo: You've klled too many innocent people. Piccolo: If you die, your body will become void... Piccolo: ...and your soul will be transported to a different world than the one Goku's in. Piccolo: Once there, you will be stripped of your memories and then damned to wander as a monster for the rest of eternity. Vegeta: I see. That's a pity. Vegeta: That is all. Please, go now. Vegeta: Hurry up. Piccolo: Yeah. Buu: Hey! You're not getting away! Vegeta: Wait, Majin Buu! Vegeta: Do that after you defeat me! Vegeta: You get it, you ugly fat bastard?! Buu: You're calling me out again, aren't you?! Buu: Even though you're a weakling! Buu: You're being impertinent! Piccolo: Hurry up, Krillin! Piccolo: Hurry up and get away from here! Kuririn: Okay. Buu: Die already! Buu: I'm angry now! Vegeta: I know how to get rid of you. Finally. Kuririn: Hey, what is Vegeta up to? Kuririn: At this rate, he's going to get klled for sure! Piccolo: He's for the first time fighting for something else than himself. Piccolo: Even though it means he has to forfeit his life. Buu: Such a weak struggle. Buu: Maybe I should change you into chocolate and gobble you up? Buu: Or maybe a cheese crcker would be better? Vegeta: To defeat you I have to make certain that there's not enough left of you to be able to regenerate. Vegeta: Farewell Bulma... Trunks... Vegeta: and... Kakarotto. Kuririn: Ve-Vegeta! Kuririn: Vegeta! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: On the verge of heroic light, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: an outstanding warrior has disappeared. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: His name is the High-Prided Saiya-jin Prince, Vegeta. Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Vegeta has used up his life to rip Majin Buu into little pecies. Goku: But what is this anxiety I'm feeling?! Piccolo: Impossible! Majin Buu's fragments are starting to move?! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai. Gohan: Everyone, it's dangerous on the land. [gohan here says it as the characters will move to the kami palace next episode.] Title: For the Ones You Should Love... Title: The Last Moment of a Highly Proud Warrior! Title: Next Time Title: The Nightmare Returns Title: Immortal Monster Majin Buu! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x120 - A Wicked Heart is Revived, Prince of Destruction Vegeta!\" / \"A Heart of Evil Awakened; Vegeta, Prince of Destru"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Vegeta exhausted every option against an overwhelming power of Majin Buu. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And... Vegeta: Take care of your mother. Goten: Trunks-kun! Goten: Uncle, why?! Vegeta: I'm leaving them to you, Piccolo. Piccolo: You bastard. You know you're about to die, don't you? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Realizing that here was no other way to achieve victory, Vegeta chose to sacrifice himself in order to stop Majin Buu. Vegeta: To defeat you I have to make certain that there's not enough left of you to be able to regenerate. Vegeta: Farewell Bulma... Trunks... Vegeta: and... Kakarotto. Kuririn: Ve-Vegeta... Kuririn: Vegeta! Piccolo: Vegeta! Kuririn: Piccolo! Kuririn: It's too late. Kuririn: Nothing could have survived that! Not even Vegeta! Kuririn: Besides, didn't you say it yourself?! Kuririn: That Vegeta chose for the first time to fight for something else than himself, Kuririn: even though it meant he had to forfeit his own life? Chichi: Videl-san. Chichi: Are you absolutely certain that Gohan and Goten went to investigate Chichi: that scary warlock and whatever that Majin Buu thing is? Videl: Yes. Chichi: Gohan is one thing, but why didn't you stop Goten and Trunks? Chichi: I'll never forgive you, Videl-san. Videl: I'm sorry. Videl: I never would have thought that children like Goten and Trunks would do such a thing. Yamcha: Videl, you shouldn't worry so much. Yamcha: Those little devils wouldn't have listened to you anyway. Yamcha: Besides, Goku's there to make sure that they don't get into any real trouble. Videl: Right. Yamcha: Moreover, this is the correct way, right? Videl: Yes. Straight ahead. Yamcha: Okay, I'm speeding up. Bulma: Why? Bulma: Why would Vegeta do something like that? Bulma: To kll that many people. Yamcha: Bulma, you should also try not to worry so much. Yamcha: For times like these we have the Dragon Balls, right? Yamcha: With them we can bring back the people that Vegeta klled. Bulma: That's easy for you to say, isn't it?! C : Hey! Don't cry! C : And you, pilot this thing properly! Yamcha: Sorry, sorry! Kame: E-Even so, that Vegeta was acting strange. Kame: He was like the Vegeta from the past, from the time when he was scary and evil. Chichi: Right? He wasn't acting like himself! Thought/Flashback,Bulma: Could Vegeta really have reverted back to his old ways, become like he was before? C : Hey! I thought I told you to pilot this thing properly! Yamcha: It's not my fault! Yamcha: Damn! What in the world is going on?! Yamcha: I can barely keep control of this thing! Videl: What was that?! Kame: Far away, something has caused a big explsin. Bulma: Wh-What is this? Bulma: This feeling of anxiety in my chest. Bulma: Ve-Vegeta... Yamcha: This isn't good! Whatever ht us just now has damaged the engines! Yamcha: I'm losing control! Chichi: Yamcha-san, do something! Yamcha: Dammit! Yamcha: I-It's no good! C : Take her. Videl: But... Yamcha: What's happening? Bulma: Vegeta... Piccolo: Vegeta's ki has disappeared completely! Piccolo: Krillin, take these two home. Piccolo: I'll check the aftermath. Kuririn: I'm coming with you. Kuririn: Oh, right. Even if I go, I won't be able to do anything. Kuririn: Be careful. Piccolo: Krillin, it's not good to go home just like that without saying anything. Kuririn: What? Piccolo: Tell this to their families later. Kuririn: Tell them? Tell them what? Piccolo: We don't know about Goku, but it seems that Gohan was klled by Majin Buu already. Kuririn: What?! Y-You're kidding me, right? Piccolo: I heard Vegeta say it. Piccolo: I'm counting on you. Kuririn: Hey! Kuririn: Th-That's... Even Gohan... Kuririn: How should I tell them? Kame: Yamcha, what was that blast before? Yamcha: Who knows? It was an amazing blast though, wasn't it? Piccolo: This is something.[literal:This is amazing] Piccolo: Vegeta... Piccolo: I see... Majin Buu would have continued to regenerate, no matter how badly he was damaged. Piccolo: So Vegeta blew him to bits, to make certain that he couldn't. Piccolo: That Vegeta... Sacrificing himself like that... Piccolo: I was right, wasn't I? You decided that there was something more important than yourself worth fighting for. Piccolo: Is that why you risked total annihilation? Piccolo: Wanting to make sure that there was nothing that could come back and hurt those you cared about. Piccolo: It's an oddly fitting end for a man normally so prideful. Piccolo: But did he really save us? Babidi: Damn! Piccolo: Babidi. Piccolo: You're still alive? Piccolo: Although weak, you're a persistent bastard. Piccolo: It seems that your barrier saved you. Babidi: Ma-Majin Buu! Piccolo: You're struggling. Shall I end your- Piccolo: Wh-What's that?! Piccolo: Ma-Majin Buu's fragments are...! Piccolo: Wh-What?! Piccolo: Im-Impossible! Piccolo: How is this possible?! Majin Buu is still alive! Babidi: B-Buu! Babidi: Majin Buu! Buu: Have you been buried? Babidi: W-Wrong! Look at me carefully, Buu! Buu: What happened to your legs? Babidi: That doesn't matter now. Quickly, quickly! Buu: But I think it was something important. Babidi: Hey! Bring me back, the way I was! Buu: Back? Babidi: You're able to do it. Hurry up. Babidi: I'll die! Buu: That's something that can't happen. Babidi: What are you doing?! Do it already! Buu: I can do that, but - Babidi: Idiot. Do you me to seal you away again? Babidi: Hurry up and do it! Babidi: Okay, that's good, Majin Buu. Babidi: But still, that scoundrel! Babidi: Those guys made me go through all this! Babidi: That green guy and those two pests. Babidi: I'll never forgive them! Babidi: I won't allow them to die with this planet. I'll make them suffer instead! Babidi: I will make them regret the day that they met Babidi-sama and Majin Buu! Piccolo: It's too dangerous to stay here any longer! Let's go to Kami's Lookout! Kuririn: Piccolo, what do you mean? Kuririn: What about Vegeta? And Majin Buu? Kuririn: Piccolo... You don't mean... Piccolo: Majin Buu was alive. Kuririn: Th-That's impossible! What about Vegeta? Piccolo: There were no remains. Kuririn: That's... So Vegeta died for nothing?! Piccolo: Anyway, let's take these two to the Lookout. [According to numerous sources, Kami Palace is not an official translation. It's either Kami's Lookout or simply "the Lookout", depending on when and where the title is used.] Kuririn: Y-Yeah. Piccolo: A light of hope lies within these two. Piccolo: I-It's a really small light, but... Babidi: Turn this planet into an inferno, Majin Buu! Babidi: Until our enemies show themselves, I don't want to see any mercy from you! Shin: Gohan-san... live... please be alive! Yajirobe: That was quite a thing that happened down there! Kuririn: Do you have any senzu beans? Yajirobe: We gave Goku the last three, didn't we? Yajirobe: You should know that! Kuririn: As always you have a big mouth. Yajirobe: You should also know by now that I'm only here to observe everything that happens down below! Kuririn: Shut up! You're not helping at all, so be quiet! Kuririn: Let's go, Piccolo. Piccolo: Right. Goku: Damn that Vegeta. Goku: He didn't leave me any senzus. Goku: So he knocked me out and went off to fight Majin Buu alone, eh? Goku: I can feel Majin Buu's ki, but there's no sign of Vegeta's. Goku: Was he done for? Goku: I can't feel Gohan's ki either. Goku: I can Piccolo and Krillin's though. Goku: That must mean they're no longer stone. Goku: Maybe they know what happened. Babidi: Stop! Babidi: B-Buu! Why didn't you dodge that?! Shin: Gohan-san, please be alive! Shin: If we have any hope of defeating Majin Buu, we're going to need your strength! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Majin Buu has been revived. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: But maybe as Kaioushin suggests, Gohan's death might not be confirmed yet. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Perhaps there is a way to oppose Buu. Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: This is bad. Goku: Gohan and Vegeta are gone and Buu starts to act violently. Goku: Kaioushin-sama also went off somewhere. Kuririn: Goku! Can't we do something to defeat Buu?! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: Everyone, don't do anything rash while I'm not there. Title: The Nightmare Returns Title: Immortal Monster Majin Buu! Title: Next Time Title: A Secret Plan to Defeat Buu Title: Its Name Is Fusion! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x121 - I'm the Strongest! The Clash of Goku VS Vegeta\" / \"I am the Strongest! The Clash of Goku vs. Vegeta"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Vegeta's life was smashed in vain after he prepared to die challenging Buu to a fight. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Also, bisected by Piccolo, Babidi was regenerated by Buu, and his anger reached the summit. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Meanwhile, Goku, who lost consciousness, has finally regained it. Goku: I can feel Majin Buu's ki, but there's no sign of Vegeta's. Goku: No way... Was he done for?! Goku: I can't feel Gohan's ki either. Goku: I can Piccolo and Krillin's though. Goku: That must mean they're no longer stone. Goku: Maybe they know what happened. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Will Earth be turned into hell by Majin Buu? Chichi: Do you think Gohan and Goten are safe? Videl: If you're really that worried, Videl: maybe we should start focusing on searching for Gohan-kun and the others rather than the Dragon Balls? Chichi: Bulma-san. Bulma: There was no one back there, was there? Bulma: We did everything we could. Bulma: Still, it would be foolish of me not to worry about Vegeta and Trunks. Bulma: Especially after what Vegeta did at the tournament grounds... Yamcha: You need to remember that Goku is with them, so everything should turn out fine. Bulma: We've already collected six Dragon Balls. Bulma: So if we get one more... Chichi: Bulma-san, you don't think that Gohan and the others have died, do you? Chichi: I don't know why else we would be gathering the Dragon Balls. Bulma: That's not it. Bulma: The fact that we don't know where anyone is aside, Bulma: I'm thinking we need to resurrect all of those spectators that Vegeta's klled. Bulma: I can't do anything else. Chichi: Then let's not waste any more time! Chichi: Do where know where the last one is yet? Videl: Can you really bring back to life someone by using these balls? Yamcha: The dragon, that appears once all of the balls have been brought together, Yamcha: will grant you three wishes, no matter what they are. [It's Shenron, by the way, not Shen-ron. Nevermind that I edited the TL a bit to refer to him as simply "the dragon".] Bulma: Yamcha, according to this the last one is straight ahead. Yamcha: Roger that. Dende: We were waiting for you. Dende: Are you two all right? Popo: Are they hurt badly? Piccolo: No, they were just knocked out by Vegeta, so it's nothing bad. Piccolo: Let them sleep inside for a bit. Dende: Easily done. Popo. Popo: Understood. Dende: Majin Buu... It's hard to believe that such terrible demon has been brought back to life. Piccolo: Yeah. But a part of me believes that those children may help put an end to him. Kuririn: Dende, maybe you know what happened to Goku? Dende: The already dad Goku-san can't die for the second time. Kuririn: So it's like that. Dende: But Goku-san has suffered some grievous injuries. Kurirn: What about Majin Buu and Warlock Babidi? Dende: The evil ki that they radiate is increasing more by the hour. Kuririn: And Gohan? Dende: As bad as it is, I cannot sense him. Kuririn: I see. Piccolo: Dende, can you feel Kaioushin-sama's ki? Dende: You should be able to feel it, too, Piccolo-san. Piccolo: Yeah. It's weak, but I can certainly sense Kaioushin-sama's ki. Dende: Yes. Dende: Piccolo-san, what is going to happen to Earth now?! Piccolo: Don't ask me about the Earth when, you, it's appointed God, are just as clueless! [Literaly: There's no way I would know something about Earth when you, the Earth Kami don't know yourself!] Dende: I'm sorry. Piccolo: It's an opponent that gives so much trouble even to Kaioushin-sama. Piccolo: It only proves how small our chances of winning are. Kuririn: What does this mean for us? [literaly:How it will go from now on?] Popo: I put those two to sleep. Popo: They'll be healthy in no time. Popo: You can't fight on an empty stomach. I've made some food. Hurry. Dende: Go ahead. Piccolo: Kaioushin-sama. Piccolo: Do I have no other option but to rely on those two little kids? Babidi: H-Hey, Majin Buu! Babidi: B-Buu! This is dangerous! Babidi: Stop! Babidi: B-Buu! Do something! Babidi: Do you want to get sealed away again?! Girl: What is that? Boy: Some kind of special event, of course. [hahahahahaha Event = get ht by buu from behind XD] Bulma: Yamcha, it's around here. What's below us? Yamcha: It looks like some kind of an island at the center of a lake. Bulma: It's there. Definitely. Land. Yamcha: Okay. Bulma: Yamcha! Couldn't you have put us down more carefully?! Yamcha: Sorry, sorry! I misjudged the terrain! Kame: I am truly sorry. Kame: The rough landing threw me from my seat. You may want to complain to Yamcha about his skills as a pilot. Kame: Marshmallow-chan! C : You disgusting old man! Kuririn: I wonder how long it will take the boys to wake up. Piccolo: Let's see... Probably in about an hour or so. Kuririn: I give up. Vegeta and Gohan have died. Kuririn: They're going to cry. This is the worst. Kuririn: We don't know what's going on with Goku either. Kuririn: Say Dende- I mean, Kami-sama, is it okay if I bring my family here? Kuririn: It feels wrong, thinking that we're the only ones safe up here. Dende: What do you think? Piccolo: You're the Kami, think about it and decide yourself. Dende: I don't mind. I have this world to watch over thanks to everyone, after all, so - Kuririn: Thanks! I'll call them right away. Kuririn: Th-That ki is...! Goku: Yo. Kuririn: Goku! Kuririn: You're alive! Goku: You say that, even though you know I'm dad already. Kuririn: Oh, yeah! You have the aureole after all. Goku: Krillin, I came here to ask what's happening. Kuririn: Right back at you! What happened? You look pretty badly injured! Dende: I'll heal you, Goku-san! Goku: Okay Dende, please do. Kuririn: Piccolo, now that Goku's back, we've got a better chance of defeating Buu, right? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Is there a way left for Goku and the others to defeat Majin Buu? Bulma: There it is! Yamcha: You can do it, Bulma! [literal:Bulma, do your best!] Videl: No one's going to help? Videl: Aunt, do your best! Bulma: What does she mean by "aunt"? So rude... Bulma: What are you do-[fscx ] Yamcha: Bulma! Bulma: You fool! You need to spit that out this instant! Bulma: Thief! Thief! Thief! Yamcha: Take this! Yamcha: I did it! Bulma: Yamcha! Retrieve it first! Dive after it! Yamcha: Okay, okay! Yamcha: Wait a minute, you want me to jump from here? [Lol really? he can always use bukuujutsu lol...] Yamcha: This suit was expensive, you know! Bulma: Why don't you consider taking it off then?! Yamcha: Trunks was on fre today, wasn't he? Bulma: Geez, it's going to run away! Kame: I have a slight cold today. Bulma: C- ! C : You know I'm bad with water, don't you?! Bulma: Come on, now is not the time to be saying such things! Bulma: Chichi-san, please! Chichi: Okay! Chichi: Videl-san, be careful! I don't want my Gohan marrying a corpse! [Literaly:Videl-san! It's a body that will marry gohan! Don't get hurt!] [Hahahaha the literal version is so funny XD] Bulma: We're counting on you to retrieve the Four-Star Ball! Chichi: Me too! Yamcha: What was that nonsense about Trunks before? Yamcha: More importantly, what kind of man am I if I don't help out a damsel in distress?! Chichi: Hey, you! Videl-san is going to marry Gohan, so don't mess up! Yamcha: Calm down! Don't make me look even more foolish! Kame: I still have a slight cold. C : Just go! Maron: Do your best, okay? [hahahaha] Chichi: Muten Roshi-sama! Kame: I guess there's no avoiding it! Yamcha: Gross! Kame: I suddenly feel a lot better! Bulma: Kame Sennin, thanks. Chichi: As expected from Muten Roshi-sama! He's not only a perverted old man. Babidi: B-Buu! Turn left! Babidi: It can be right, too, just do it! Piccolo: That's how it is. Goku: How could this happen... Gohan and Kaioushin-sama, as well. Goku: Even for the likes of Vegeta to perish... Piccolo: Majin Buu's power is exactly what Kaioushin-sama was fearful of. Piccolo: It's unimaginable. Piccolo: At this rate there's little doubt that not only Earth, but the rest of the universe as we know it will be destroyed. Kuririn: But Goku, you being alive means that luck is must be on our side. Kuririn: Well, you have an aureole so you're not really alive, but - Kuririn: Well, you're not exactly dad either - no, wait, hold on a moment. Maybe you're undead. [living but dad? Goku's a zombie! :O] Kuririn: It's just so confusing! Kuririn: Goku, the only one who can defeat Majin Buu is you. Kuririn: But you can only be here for a day, right? Kuririn: Still, that means there's some time left for you to do something! Goku: Krillin, I'll be honest. Goku: It's impossible. I can't defeat him. Kuririn: That's... Goku: I can't defeat Majin Buu. Kuririn: Goku... Goku: Between me and Vegeta, there was almost no difference in strength. Goku: And yet Majin Buu had absolutely no problem klling him, did he? Kuririn: Yeah. Goku: Sorry, but no matter what I'll do, I can't win. Kuririn: I see. So even Goku is no good... That's bad. Goku: Damn! If Vegeta or Gohan were alive, something could have been done! Piccolo: No. Even if they were alive to help us, I believe the results would be the same every time. Piccolo: Majin Buu is on a whole different level. Goku: I'm not talking about individually. I'm talking about Fusion. Kuririn: What? You want to fight him with a futon? Goku: Fusion. Dende: Fusion?! You're talking about merging, right?! Goku: So you know it, Dende? Dende: Yes. I haven't seen one, but when I remember hearing about it back on Namek. Dende: It said it was a special technique of Metamors. Goku: That's it! I learned that technique from a Metamor I met in the Other World! Kuririn: What kind of technique is it? Goku: A technique that lets two people of similar size and stature to combine! Kuririn: Combining technique? Goku: In other words, two people unite into one new person... Goku: ...with an amazing power that lets them do things they couldn't do individually. Dende: Speaking of which, Piccolo-san and Nail-san also fused together, didn't they? Piccolo: Yes. Although ours was a form of absorption. Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: I-It can't be... Such a thing... Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: What power! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: What a terrifying, unimaginable power! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: So this is the thing called absorption?! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: I can win! No matter who my opponent is, there's no way I will lose! Thought/Flashback,Piccolo: I have gained the ultimate power now! Goku: Absorption is amazing, that's true, but Fusion is even more amazing. Goku: The Metamors who taught me about the Fusion were rather weak and calm guys. Goku: But once they used Fusion they changed into quite capable fighters. Piccolo: I get it. Piccolo: Even though it was only an absorption in my and Nail's case, we got quite a big power-up. Piccolo: If Gohan or Vegeta were alive, one of them could do that Fusion with you, Piccolo: become an outstanding fighter and fight Majin Buu, right? Goku: Yeah. But unfortunately learning it took me a week. Goku: So even if Vegeta or Gohan were alive, teaching them would be impossible.... Goku: ...because I can't be here for longer than one day. Goku: More importantly, I never tested it after learning it. Goku: Because in the Other World, there was no one else like me to try it with. Goku: So either way, it was impossible. Kuririn: No. Not impossible. Goku: What? Krillin, what do you mean? Kuririn: You have to go back to that world soon, right? Kuririn: But aren't Gohan and Vegeta there now, now that they're dad? Kuririn: Which means you can try fusing with one of them, right? Goku: I see! You're right! Piccolo: No, it's impossible. Piccolo: Once he returns to the Other World, Goku won't be allowed to return here again. Piccolo: Not even if he was allowed to merge with someone else. Popo: The ones who are sleeping inside, Goten and Trunks, are almost the same in posture and power.... Popo: Couldn't they do the Fusion? Kuririn: I-It's impossible, right? Goku: No... That's a great idea, Mr. Popo! Just great! It just might work! Dende: Goku-san! Kuririn: Great, great! Mr. Popo! You did it! Kuririn: But Goku, your time! Goku: Yeah. I'll school the kids in the technique until it's time to go, but that won't be enough. Goku: Piccolo, can you take over me once I'm gone? Piccolo: Okay, I got it. Kuririn: Great! Finally, we've got a chance! Kuririn: [[ , ]]Those kids might do it! Piccolo: I get the feeling that it'll take some time before Trunks and Goten master Fusion. Piccolo: In the meantime, quite a large number of people will become Majin Buu's victims. Piccolo: There's a chance that by then the people of Earth - no, the Earth itself will have been destroyed. Piccolo: This is a gamble, no matter how you look at it. But until kids master the Fusion, we have to hold out. Kuririn: Yeah. Goku: Piccolo, Goku: you're alive, and we have Dragon Balls, so even if everything is destroyed, Goku: we can always bring it all back! Kuririn: That's right! Goku: We still have hope left! Piccolo: Yeah! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: A slight glimpse of hope. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: [[ , ]]The fate of Earth was entrusted into the small hands of Goten and Trunks. Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: With kids and the Fusion, we're seeing hope! Goku: What's that? The sky turned dark all of sudden. Kibito: Kaioushin-sama, seeing you alive is above everything. Shin: Kibito! Hurry up! We can't let Gohan-san die! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: Damn you, Majin Buu! Acting violently as he pleases! Title: A Secret Plan to Defeat Buu Title: Its Name Is Fusion! Title: Next Time Title: Saw It! Slight Hope Title: Wake Up Warriors!! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "05x122 - Countdown to Revival: Crush Babidi\u2019s Ambitions!"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Piccolo and Kuririn have taken Earth's last chance, Trunks and Goten, to Kami's Lookout. Kuririn: T-This ki is...! Goku: Yo. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: After reuniting with his friends, Goku tells them there may be a way to defeat Majin Buu. Goku: We might be able to use Fusion. Dende: Fusion?! You're talking about merging, right?! Goku: A technique that lets two people of similar size and power to combine! Kuririn: What are you talking about? Goku: In other words, two people unite into one new person... Goku: ...with an amazing power that lets them do things they couldn't do individually. Goku: Goten and Trunks might be able to do it. Goku: We still have hope! Videl: Is this really going to work? Oolong: It's hard to believe that somebody with such a cute face can be so full of doubt. Chichi: Videl-san, you would do well to remember this moment. Chichi: This isn't something you'll find on TV. Videl: Still, I can't believe it. A dragon coming from these balls. Yamcha: Bulma, you know the incantation to call Shenron, right? Bulma: Of course. I won't make the same mistake Freeza did. Kame: Bulma, you should do the incantation in that magical way only you know.[oh god, this pun is sooo bad...] Oolong: Gramps! Now is not the time to be telling lame jokes! Geez... Videl: So to top it all off there's an incantation involved. Why am I not surprised? Prof: Bulma, call Shenron quickly and let's bring back all the spectators Vegeta klled. Bulma: I know. Bulma: Come forth, Shenron, and make my wish come true! Kuririn: O-Okay! Nevertheless, I'm going to bring everyone here. Piccolo: Fine. Goku: What's going on? Why'd it suddenly get so dark? Piccolo: T-This is... Goku: Shenron's coming out? Why?! Kuririn: Bulma-san said something before about gathering the Dragon Balls, didn't she? Kuririn: But she doesn't know what's going on here, so why would she summon Shenron? Goku: I know! Vegeta klled a lot of spectators at the tournament! Goku: She must be trying to bring them back to life! Dende: T-That's bad! If three wishes are fulfilled, we'll have to wait another year! Goku: Okay, I'll go and stop her! Goku: Damn! I didn't think it would be this hard to locate Bulma's ki! Goku: There she is! Videl: Impossible! Shenron: Tell me what it is you desire. Shenron: I shall grant you three wishes. Videl: Am I dreaming? Shenron: Quickly, state your wish. Bulma: Ehm... How should I phrase it? Yamcha: If it's not to much trouble... Please, bring back the people that were klled today. Yamcha: Oh, but not those who would pose a danger to this world. Does that sound good? Bulma: Thanks. Shenron: Fine. Your first wish has been granted. Man: Hooray! Hooray! Man: Huh? What's happening? Man: We're alive again! Shenron: Let me hear your second wish. Goku: Damn, I didn't make it in time! Bulma: Son-kun! Kame: Goku! Chichi: Goku-sa! Where did you come from? Chichi: Where's Gohan? And Goten? Goku: Chichi, that's not important now. Goku: Let's talk later. Goku: Dende, can you hear me? Dende: Yes. Goku: I was little late. Goku: Shenron's already granted a wish. But only one. Goku: What should we do? Dende: I-I see. Then what you need to do is say "that's enough." Dende: If only one wish has been granted, then we only need to wait four months. Goku: Really? I see. Goku: Oh, and tell Kuririn that everyone is here, so I'll bring them back with me. Dende: Okay, I understand! Goku: Okay. Goku: We don't have any more wishes that need granting right now! Goku: Thanks anyway, Shenron! You've been a big help, as always! Shenron: Then, farewell. Yamcha: W-What do you mean Goku? Yamcha: Just what's happening? Babidi: What was that? Babidi: It suddenly became dark but now it's bright again. Babidi: Well, that doesn't matter. Babidi: Majin Buu, shall we continue? Thought/Flashback,Kibito: I was klled by Dabura. Kibito: H-Have I came back to life? Kibito: I can't believe it. Kibito: Kaioushin-sama... J-Just what happened? Kibito: Good... he's alive. Shin: G-Gohan-san is alive. Shin: Still... Gohan-san! Kibito: K-Kaioushin-sama! Kibito: Kaioushin-sama... Kaioushin-sama! Kibito: Thank goodness, I'm not too late. Kibito: Kaioushin-sama. Shin: K-Kibito! Shin: W-What is the meaning of this? Shin: Weren't you klled by Dabura? Goku: Alright everyone, you're going to be coming with me to Kami's Palace. Bulma: I understand. But just so we're clear, in four months you want me regather the Dragon Balls? Goku: Yeah, I'm counting on you. Goku: Now everyone, grab on. Goku: I'll be using my Instant Transmission technique. Videl: F-For such a world to exist... It's not a dream, right? Bulma: Papa, Mama, what are you doing? Bulma: Quickly, hold my hand. Prof: We don't want to leave the animals, so we're going stay here. Bulma: What? What are you saying, Papa? Bulma: You should take care of yourselves and not worry about the pets. Bulma: Right, Mama? Mama: Bulma. Mama is perfectly fine with being klled by Majin Buu and then brought back to life with the Dragon Balls. Mama: Mama will stay here with Papa. Bulma: That's... Son-kun! Goku: Bulma, if the worst happens, you'll find the Dragon Balls, won't you? Chichi: Hm? Videl-san, you're not coming with us? Videl: No! I'm coming, I'm coming! Goku: Okay, everyone! We're going! Mama: Now, let's go feed the pets. Prof: Let's do that. Shin: You died! Kibito: Yes. Kibito: I also find the situation to be very mysterious... Shin: Oh! That's right! Shin: Kibito! Hurry up! Shin: Gohan-san is in danger! Shin: No matter what, we cannot let Son Gohan-san die! Kibito: Kaioushin-sama! Man: You! That's dangerous! Geez, you bastard! Buu: You're done for. Bye-bye. Man: What? Bye-bye? Buu: You're cocky. Babidi: W-Where are you going? Babidi: Hey, Buu! Babidi: Majin Buu, what are you doing? Let's go. Buu: I want to eat more. Man: W-Who are you? Babidi: Stop! That's more than enough! Let's go! Buu: I want to eat more. Babidi: Wait a minute, Majin Buu! Babidi: What are you doing?! Let go, you insolent... Woman: The one being insolent is you, gramps! Babidi: Gramps, you say?! Woman: Pay up for the cakes! Woman: And for the damages done to the walls, windows, and doors as well! Woman: Until you do that, I'm not letting you go! Babidi: Miss, you don't know who I am, do you? Woman: Not at all. Babidi: You're going to know soon enough whether you like it or not, so I will tell you now. Babidi: Wheter this world continues to live or gets destroyed is up to my will. Babidi: I am Warlock Babidi-sa - Woman: I don't care whether you're a warlock or a wrlord, I will make you pay up for everything! [this is a stupid pun because it's fun in japanese. I don't know how to better express it in english than literaly] Babidi: How dare you! Woman: She disappeared? Babidi: You want to disappear, too?! Woman: Help me! Officer: We address the criminals inside! Come out peacefully, and we promise you won't be harmed! Babidi: Majin Buu, could you stop already? Buu: No. This cake is yummy, but it doesn't fill my stomach at all. Babidi: Majin Buu, listen to me! Babidi: Do you want to be sealed away again? Police: Stop right there! Police: You're under arrest for the destruction of public property and conspiracy to bat the check! [See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dine_and_dash.] Police: Damn! Buu: I want to eat more! Babidi: Don't be so mad. Babidi: Now, it's time to make the green one and those two little pests pay for making us look like fools. Babidi: They had better be prepared. Babidi: Because I plan on transporting them to a world of pain very soon. Shin: Kibito, can you feel it? Shin: The huge energy of Majin Buu? Kibito: Yes, of course. Kibito: Speaking frankly, I am full of despair. Kibito: Soon, all living creatures in the universe won't know what peace is. Kibito: Everything we feared has become reality. Shin: We needn't only despair! Shin: I'm starting to see slight ray of light. Kibito: What? Don't tell me... it has something to do with Son Gohan-san? Shin: That's right. Shin: That impossible power could turn into even more unrealistic power and it may overcome Majin Buu. Kibito: What are you saying? There's no way something like that can happen! Shin: You didn't see the grandeur of those three Saiya-jins, so you couldn't possibly know. Shin: We have to hurry up or else... Shin: Gohan-san's ki is very weak, but it's coming from that forest. Shin: I last felt it around here, but... Shin: He should be here! Kibito: Over there! Kibito: He's alive. We're lucky we got here when we did. Shin: Thank godness. Shin: Kibito, let's bring Gohan-san back to the Sacred World of the Kais. Kibito: You're not... suggesting we let a mere human set foot onto our faraway planet? Kibito: Into the holy land were only our kind are allowed to enter? Shin: That's right. Now, let's hurry up. Kibito: Y-Yes! Shin: Kaikai! [somekind of teleportation] Kuririn: Hm? What about Bulma's mother and father? Bulma: They said they didn't want to leave the animals. Bulma: And they're fine with getting klled since they'll be brought back to life with the Dragon Balls anyway. Kuririn: That sounds like your parents alright. Bulma: I wonder. Kuririn: If we knew where Tenshinhan and Chaozu were, we could offer them shelter here. Chichi: Never mind about that, where are Gohan and Goten? Bulma: Trunks and Vegeta as well... Chichi: Say, where are they? Kuririn: G-Goku? Goku: There's no easy way to say this, so I may as well be blunt about it. Goku: Goten and Trunks are safe, but... Goku: ...Gohan and Vegeta have died. Goku: Majin Buu klled them. Chichi: G-Gohan... Ox: Ch-Chichi... Videl: G-Gohan-kun has... N-No way... Bulma: Vegeta... Bulma: This can't be happening! Yamcha: Stay strong, Bulma! Ox and Goku: Chichi! Bulma: Why~?! Ox: Chichi! Videl: K-klled... Videl: It can't be... Karin: Goku, it went really bad, didn't it? Goku: Karin-sama. Karin: I can't only stay and watch. Karin: It's an opponent way stronger than Freeza and Cell that Goku fought with. Karin: A really bad one has appeared this time. Piccolo: Goku, quickly, the Fusion. Goku: That's right. Babidi: Can you hear my voice, residents of Earth? Babidi: I am a warlock named Babidi. Babidi: Since I searched and can't find you, I'm talking to you telepathically. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Is Babidi's plan for vengance starting? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: What will be Earth's fate? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The last light of hope which lies in Goten and Trunks, are still asleep. Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Now, let's have the kids train for Fusion! Goku: This voice is...! Babidi: Residents of Earth, I'm looking for people who made me go through unpleasant things. Babidi: If they won't come out, bad things are going happen to Earth. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: Babidi, I'll never forgive you! Title: Saw It! Slight Hope Title: Wake Up Warriors!! Title: Next Time Title: Search for Those in the Way Title: Babidi's Vengance Plan Starts! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! white: Even if you cry ‘cause you want to be loved, white: You can't change the past. white: Even if you scream with all your might, white: Your pure heart will disappear into the darkness. yellow: WOW, this is the way you'll escape the road leading nowhere. yellow: WOW, the last thing you have now is to... yellow: I can hear footsteps that lead[connect ]us to the future. yellow: Passing right by a sage whose name I don't even know. yellow: All that matters is within these arms! [Everything that is important is in this arm]	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x123 - The Seal is Broken!? Gohan's Kamehameha of Resistance\" / \"The Seal is Released? Gohan's Kamehame-Ha of Resistan"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Regrouping after a close call with the frightening Majin Buu and the evil warlock Babidi, Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Team Z attempts to formulate a plan and prepare to go after them again. Piccolo: Goku, quickly the Fusion. Goku: That's right. Babidi: Can you hear my voice, residents of Earth? Babidi: I am a warlock named Babidi. Babidi: Since I searched and can't find you, I'm talking to you telepathically. Babidi: I apologize for intruding on your peaceful lives. Babidi: But I feel obligated to tell you all that I have had a very unpleasant day... Babidi: ...thanks to three certain idiots. Babidi: I am looking for these idiots. Old: What's this? Young: Can you hear this, too? Man: Yeah, what's going on? Babidi: I would like you all to close your eyes. Babidi: I'm going to send you some images. Goku: What is he trying to do? Babidi: Have you seen these strange people? Babidi: These are the idiots that I'm looking for. Babidi: If you have, you should tell them to turn yourselves in. Babidi: Because if they don't... Babidi: Oh, but maybe I should introduce myself! Babidi: I'm the scary warlock, Babidi-sama. Babidi: And this is my servant, the much more scary Majin Buu! Babidi: He's strong. Babidi: There's no one who can win against him. Babidi: Can you see this city? Babidi: I'm going to show you what will happen to all of you should the three idiots I am searching for not come forward. Piccolo: S-Stop! Babidi: The incredible power that you are all about to see is but a taste of the hell that I can drag you all down to. Babidi: So try keep that in mind when you're thinking about what I've said! Babidi: You may begin, Majin Buu. Male: W-What?! Male: No! Help! Goku: That bastard! Goku: What is he hoping to accomplish? Buu: What should I do with them... Buu: I don't want cakes anymore, so... Buu: Okay! Become round candies! Babidi: Every living thing on this planet will end up like this! Babidi: If those three don't show themselves, I will have Majin Buu eat another city full of people! Babidi: Well now that there's no one in this city, that means there's no reason for it to be here, right? Babidi: I guess that means we're just going to have to clear up some space for everyone! Babidi: If you would be so kind, Majin Buu. Babidi: But try not to get overexcited, otherwise the whole earth could be destroyed. Buu: Okay! Okay! Piccolo: Damn! Goku: He's getting more and more conceited... Babidi: Oh my, oh my, do you think perhaps we might have overdone things? Babidi: I'll say it one more time. Babidi: Him. Babidi: And him. Babidi: And him. Babidi: Tell me where these three pests are now... Babidi: ...otherwise you will be be turned into sweets by Majin Buu and gobbled up. Babidi: Let's see... I estimate that at this rate humanity will only last another five days. Babidi: So it would probably be in your best interest to act quickly to help me with my problem. Goku: Piccolo. Goku: Shenron will help us make everything right in the end. Babidi: Oh, I almost forgot to tell you a very important thing! Babidi: If you want to contact me, all you need to do is think about what's happened here today. Babidi: Even simply thinking my name will be enough to get my attention. Babidi: Then you'll be able to talk with me. Babidi: Of course, I extend this invitation to the three that I'm looking for as well. Man: Hey! If we don't find them soon, we all will be turned into candies and eaten! Man: Does someone know them?! Woman: I don't know who they are, so how would I know where they're hiding?! Woman: They should turn themselves in right away! Woman: Because of them, we could be gobbled up by a great big monster at any moment! Boy: If I'm destined to be turned into confectionery and eaten... Boy: ...then what's the meaning of all this studying? Boy: There is no meaning to it, you fool! Male: We're going to be getting married tomorrow. Female: All the money we saved for the ceremony... Female: What are you going to do about my dress?! Male: It's not my fault! Man: As I recall, those three are... Babidi: Oh, it seems that someone is already trying to contact me. Man: U-Uhm, I'm an official of the martial arts tournament that was held today. Babidi: And? Man: Those three that you're looking for were participating in it. Baibid: So, who are they? Man: Lets see... The one is Ma Junior. Man: As for the kids, they're listed as Trunks Briefs and Son Goten. Babidi: I don't care about their names. Babidi: Tell me their addresses. Man: B-But giving out their address is against the rules... Babidi: So you'll only give me their names? Babidi: You realize that this information is useless to me, right? Babidi: This is what will happen to anybody that provides me with useless information. Babidi: And nobody wants to die like this one here just did, do they? : So cruel... Babidi: I believe my point has been made. Babidi: I'm going to leave you all to think about what's been said and done here today. Babidi: Majin Buu, we're going. Babidi: Oh, there's one more thing that you all should know. Babidi: If you think that hiding will save you from dying, think again. Babidi: Regardless of whether or not those fools that I'm looking for are found, I plan to destroy this planet in five days time. Babidi: Just something to consider! Piccolo: Damn! Piccolo: T-That bastard! Dende: He's insane! Popo: Popo's head started to hurt. Bulma: Those two are the ones responsible for klling Vegeta and Gohan, aren't they? Kuririn: Yeah. Kuririn: They're a couple extraordinary characters, for sure. Dende: We can't let those two friends roam the Earth unchecked for the next five days! Piccolo: I don't plan to just stand around here while innocent people's lives are at risk. I'm going down there. Goku: Don't say something so stupid, Piccolo. Goku: If you die, who will teach Goten and Trunks Fusion?! Goku: If they aren't able to fuse, Majin Buu can't be defeated. Goku: At this point the Earth is in danger of being destroyed, no matter what. Goku: That's a fact. Goku: Until those two perfect the Fusion technique, we're just going to have to accept things as they are. Goku: Aren't you the one who said that we have to bear it? Goku: klled people and destroyed lands can always be brought back thanks to the power of the Dragon Balls. Goku: So don't worry. Dende: That's right. Kuririn: Yeah. Now's the time for endurance. Piccolo: I see. Trunks: Where am I? Trunks: I don't know this place. Trunks: Hey, Goten, wake up. Trunks: Hey, Goten, I'm talking to you! Trunks: I guess it can't be helped. Trunks: Oh right! Trunks: Goten, it's time to eat. Goten: Food?! Goten: Where, where, where's the food? Trunks: Geez! You only ever think about eating, don't you? Goten: Ah, Trunks-kun, where is this? Trunks: I have no idea. This is my first time here. Goten: This is my first time here, too. Goten: Wow, that looks expensive! [literal:Wow, that serving looks expensive] Trunks: Could you stop with the ogling and start helping me figure out why we're here? Trunks: F-Father! Goten: That's right! We were... Trunks: By father... Goten: Yeah. Thought/Flashback,Vegeta: Be well, Trunks. Thought/Flashback,Trunks: What? Thought/Flashback,Goten: Trunks-kun! Thought/Flashback,Goten: Why! Why did you ht Trunks-kun!? Thought/Flashback,Goten: It's mean! Goten: Trunks-kun, what happened to uncle? Trunks: Goten, let's find out what this place is. Goten: Yeah. Trunks: What is this place? Goten: There's nothing here. Popo: Where did those two go? Shin: Now, Kibito, use your power to heal Son Gohan-san. Kibito: Yes. Gohan: W-What? Gohan: Kaioushin-sama. Gohan: This place is... Shin: The Sacred World of the Kais. In other words it's my home. Gohan: Kaioushin-sama's? Gohan: Oh, I see. Gohan: I died after all. Gohan: Hm? I don't have a halo like my father did. Shin: No, it's fine. It was a close call, but you're alive. Gohan: Then why am I here? Kibito: You've been brought to the Sacred World of the Kais and you say, "Why am I here"? Kibito: It's a holy land where Humans, Kamis, Kaious or any other sentient creature for that matter, Kibito: aren't normally allowed entry. Gohan: Ah! If I remember right, you died! Gohan: You can come back to life? Kibito: N-No. That's not it. Kibito: I don't understand it either, but somehow I've been brought back to life. Kibito: Truly a mysterious thing has happened. Gohan: I see. Gohan: S-So, why did you bring me here? Kibito: I wanted to ask about that, too. Kibito: Kaioushin-sama, why did you let a Human enter this place? Shin: I will have him recover the Z Sword and defeat Majin Buu. Shin: Gohan-san has the power to wield it, I'm sure. Kibito: T-The Z Sword?! Kibito: A-Are you sure about this, Kaioushin-sama?! Kibito: There is no way that a mere Human could wield a wapon of that magnitude! Kibito: You forget, countless members of our race have tried and failed to use that legendary sword in the past! Shin: You were dad, so you don't know. Shin: Gohan-san here has shown evidence of exhibiting an unbelievable power. Kibito: But still, no matter how much... Shin: Regardless, it couldn't hurt to test my theory. Shin: Son Gohan-san, come with us. Kibito: Offering the Z Sword to a Human. Just what is Kaioushin-sama thinking? Goten: It's good, isn't it, Trunks-kun? Goten: Say, what is this place? And where's uncle, Piccolo-san, and the others? Trunks: Goten, you shouldn't talk during a meal. Trunks: You have bad manners, you know. Trunks: No matter what you should keep quiet during a meal. Goten: Sorry, Trunks-kun. Trunks: As long as you understand, it's fine. Popo: Found you! Popo: You have a good appetite, so there are no worries. Trunks: What are you doing? Trunks: I know it's bad to eat without telling, but you have to be awfully stingy to deny when you have this much! Trunks: Damn! Darn it! Trunks: Hey Goten, do something! Trunks: How can you just sit there so calmly like that?! Goten: Trunks-kun, if you raise your voice so much it's bad manners. Trunks: Idiot! Goten: You were the one that said to keep quiet during a meal. Trunks: Asking you for help was foolish of me! Popo: I'm much more powerful than Son Goku was when he was a kid. Trunks: Goten, we're running! Goten: Yeah. Popo: Wait! Trunks: Just do it! Goten: Yeah! Trunks: Goten, run while you can! Goten: Okay! Trunks: Nice, Goten! Goku: You two, leave it at that. Goten: Dad! Trunks: Uncle. Popo: Goku! They're full of energy. Goku: Yeah, they'll have to do their best now. Popo: If those two use Fusion, it might be amazing! Gohan: It's a nice place, isn't it? Gohan: It looks a lot like the place I live in. Kibito: Wearing clothes such as those in a place like this is inappropriate. Shin: It looks good on you, Gohan-san. Gohan: I wonder. Shin: There it is, Son Gohan-san. Shin: This is the legendary Z Sword. Shin: Try to pull it out of the stone, please. Shin: As far as I know, no one has been able to pull it out. Gohan: You can't pull it out? [That's what she said.] Gohan: I seem to remember reading about a story like this before... Trunks: That's a lie! Father would never lose to someone like that! Trunks: That's a lie! That's a lie! That's a lie! Goten: Nii-chan died! Goku: Stop crying! Goku: We don't have time for that! Goku: If it's vengeance you're looking for then you're going to need to quickly learn this new technique in order to get it! Got it?! Goku: This may be tough, but we don't know when Babidi will find this place! Goku: We need to start training you both right away! Piccolo: Are you going to use the Room of Spirit and Time? Goku: No. You can only use that room for a total of two days, right? Goku: There might come a point in the future that we'll be able to take advantage of it, but not now. Goku: It's all right. I get the feeling that they're going to master Fusion quickly. Goku: We're starting! Goku: Piccolo, you also look closely. Piccolo: Okay. Kuririn: Trunks. Goten. Do your best. Goku: Stop making sissy faces you two! Goku: [Goku tells them to stop making the cryfull faces. Lol he's quite harsh XD] Goku: You're going to defeat Majin Buu! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Finally, Goten and Trunks will receive training from Goku. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: And Gohan tries to pull out the Z Sword. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Will it become the ultimate wapon to defeat Majin Buu? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Hey Gohan, I'm glad you got saved from that dangerous situation. Shin: Gohan-san. I want you to use the Kaioushin World's legendary sword and defeat Majin Buu. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: Legendary sword? Gohan: I wonder if it cuts amazingly easy? Gohan: It's frightening a bit. Title: Search for Those in the Way Title: Babidi's Vengance Plan Starts! Title: Next Time Title: Time of the Trial Title: Obtain the Legendary Power! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like f*re. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! ED: It's fine to be naked ED: I want to see dreams like kids do ED: Unite the sound ED: Because I'm going to sing, so are you, right? ED: Rather than being sad, I want to laugh ED: To roll on an unstable road ED: Rather than fight, let's try to have fun ED: To float on an unstable days [float or drift] ED: Ride on a the waves of hope ED: Look, face forward ED: I have to do it	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x124 - A Straight Line to Despair!? Terror of Majin Buu\" / \"Straightaway Into Despair? The Terror of Majin Buu"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Goten and Trunks, who were sheltered in Kami's Lookout, have finally regained consciousness. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Meanwhile, thanks to the help of Kibito and Kaioushin, Gohan was saved Thought/Flashback,Narrator: and his power restored on the Kaioushin's faraway planet. Shin: This is the legendary Z Sword. Shin: Try to pull it out of the stone, please. Narrator: Gohan attempts to claim the legendary Z Sword that can possibly defeat Majin Buu. Narrator: Will it become the ultimate wapon to defeat Majin Buu? Bulma: Even so... Bulma: For Gohan, who defeated Cell, to not stand a chance against that meat bun... Ox: Following Goku, even Gohan has... Ox: Say what you like, but poor Chichi... Videl: What's with you? What's with you? What's with you?! [x ] Videl: Deciding on your own that everyone is dad... Videl: ...even though the corpses haven't been found! Videl: How can you tell that Gohan-kun is dad?! Videl: That's crazy! Kuririn: You know, we accept your feelings, but... Kuririn: ...we can't feel his ki at all. And that usually means... Gohan is already... Kuririn: ...in the Other World. Videl: I don't believe that. Videl: I... refuse believe that. Videl: I will never... believe he's dad. Videl: Gohan-kun... Gohan: Okay... Gohan: Uhm, Kaioushin-sama, what exactly will happen if I pull out this Z Sword? Kibito: It is said that you will earn extraordinary power. Kibito: Yes. Most likely that power would let you surpass Majin Buu's. Gohan: Really?! Gohan: Does that means it cuts very well? Gohan: Seems frightening. Kibito: Don't worry. You can't pull it out. Shin: Kibito. Keep quiet and pay attention. Shin: Now, Gohan-san, please try your best. Gohan: Okay. Gohan: Here I go... Gohan: Damn! It hurts! Shin: Are you all right, Gohan-san? Gohan: No use. It won't even budge. Gohan: Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Kibito: Super Saiya-jin, huh? Kibito: Well I think the result will be the same. Kibito: Impossible. Kibito: Countless Kaioushins have tried to do this and failed, so why would a Human succeed now? Gohan: Come on! Shin: Look! He did it! Kibito: But how?! Kibito: U-Unbelievable... Shin: How does it feel, Gohan-san? Holding the legendary Z Sword? Gohan: It's really heavy! [literaly:It weights at random.] Gohan: I could be wrong, but I don't think it has any amazing power to offer me. Shin: I see... Gohan: I wonder if I really can win against Majin Buu with this. Kibito: W-What are you saying?! Kibito: It is said that the Z Sword is the best wapon of its kind available! Kibito: Surely it must able to defeat Majin Buu! Kibito: Well, maybe not if you continue to waver so much. Kibito: There is simply not much more that we can do until you are be able to use it proficiently. Gohan: You say that, but you try and hold it. Gohan: It really is really heavy. Gohan: Ready? Gohan: See? Just as I said, right? Kibito: I-It's so-so, I guess... Gohan: What's that supposed to mean? Shin: Who knows? Gohan: Anyway, you have to be able to use the Z Sword proficiently if you hope to accomplish anything! Gohan/Shin: Okay. Goku: Listen... Even if you succeed and fuse, you can only stay that way for about thirty minutes. Goku: After that time, you will return to how you were before. Goku: And once that happens, you won't be able to use Fusion again for a while. Piccolo: Only thirty minutes? That's quite harsh. Goku: With these two, if they succeed, thirty minutes should be enough. Goku: That's how powerful Fusion is. Goku: Okay. First, turn into Super Saiya-jins. Goku: What is it? Trunks: Uncle[Mister? quite harsh...], what were you doing when Father and Gohan-san were getting klled? Goku: I was unconscious. Trunks: Unconscious?! You lost consciousness?! Trunks: At such a time?! Are you just a weakling, Uncle?! Goten: I don't want to learn a technique or get stronger from a person who would rather run and hide than fight! Piccolo: You brats! Goku is -- Goku: It's fine, Piccolo. Goku: The weakling part is true. Goku: I can't win against Majin Buu at all. Goku: It's just that, because I'm weak, I want to teach you the Fusion. Goku: If you truly want to get revenge for Vegeta or Gohan, there's no other way. Trunks: What do you think? Goten: Well... Babidi: I'm here again, ladies and gentleman of Earth. Babidi: It's the warlock Babidi and Majin Buu! Babidi: I've just found a city that's far larger than the one from earlier. Babidi: This place shall soon perish. Babidi: That is if Ma Junior, Trunks, and Goten still refuse to show themselves. Man: What's this? Man: H-Hey, this image... Man: Isn't that our town? Man: No doubt, it's this city! Man: Look! There! Man: The Majin Buu thing is there! Man: It's Buu! Woman: It's Majin Buu! Trunks: I-It's talking about us! Goten: Trunks-kun, close your eyes! You will be able to see Buu and Babidi! Piccolo: Don't look! Piccolo: It's better not to look. Babidi: My, my. It seems that there's no contact from the those people that I seek. Babidi: How troubling. The number of victims will only continue to rise at this rate. Babidi: Earlier you saw people transformed into simple balls of candy... Babidi: This time I believe that chocolate will serve a better example! Babidi: Okay! Majin Buu, turn everyone from this city into chocolate! Make sure nobody is spared! Buu: Become chocolate! [so many choclate... heavy breathing] Trunks: Damn! That's... [love the bgm here] Goten: Everyone from that city was turned into chocolate! Piccolo: Those bastards... Babidi: It seems that Majin Buu has had his fill of sweets for this evening. Babidi: Unfortunately, that means that the next city or town could be destroyed without any warning at all. Babidi: It makes you wonder if you'll be his next victim, doesn't it? Trunks: Babidi! Majin Buu! Trunks: Do you hear me?! It's Trunks! Goten: And Goten! Babidi: What a surprise, two of the troublemakers have chosen to contact me. Trunks: Listen! There's nothing we can do about it right now, but you can expect us to come and bat you to death very soon! Goten: For sure! Piccolo: Hey! Stop talking to Babidi! Piccolo: You'll give away our location! Babidi: Hey! Where are you?! Come out here! Babidi: Stop hiding from me this instant, you brats! Goku: I take it this means you're ready to begin training. Goten/Trunks: Yes. Goku: We don't have time. Turn into Super Saiya-jins quickly. Trunks: G-Got it. Goku: Okay, now raise your ki to the limit. Goku: With all your might. Trunks: Okay, let's surprise them, Goten. Goten: Yeah. Videl: What? Videl: What is this? Kuririn: This ki is... Goten and Trunks, huh? Kuririn: That's amazing. Bulma: Of course. It's Vegeta's son, after all. Popo: Those two might be able to do it. The Fusion. Dende: Yes. Piccolo: When did they grow this much? Goku: Okay, that's with all your might, right? Trunks: Y-Yeah... Goku: Trunks' ki is little bigger. Goku: To make Fusion work, your power has to be on exact the same level. Goku: Trunks, lower your ki a bit and make it the same as Goten's. Trunks: What? The same? Trunks: Maybe this much? Goku: You made it too little. Goku: Raise it little bit. Goku: Little more. Goku: Little more. Goku: Stop. That's it. Goku: Remember that level of your ki well. Goku: Okay, now get back to normal. Trunks: Geez, that's hard. Trunks: Why do I have to match my power to Goten's? Goten: Sorry, Trunks-kun. Goku: It can't be helped, so stop complaining. Goku: You're one year older than Goten, right? Bulma: Stop right there, Son-kun. Bulma: I've been listening, and I don't want you doing something that will kll Trunks' talent. Kuririn: Bulma-san. Bulma: Move. Kuririn: You can't interrupt the train— Bulma: Let go! Kuririn: Listen up, let's leave them to Goku and Piccolo. Bulma: What are you doing?! Geez, wait! Bulma: Put me down Kuririn! Wait! Kuririn! Kuririn: Let's leave it to Goku! Bulma: I know that! Bulma: I was only trying to say something. Geez. Goten: Trunks-kun, let's do it one more time. I'll do my best. Trunks: Okay! Kuririn: Fusion, huh? Kuririn: If it was me and Goku... Kame: Kuririn, it's too big! Kame: Match it with Goku's. Kuririn: Goku, hurry up and become like me. Kuririn: Well, that's not happening. TV: The terrifying monster known as Majin Buu is laying waste to another city! TV: Moreover, where are Ma Junior, Trunks Briefs, and Son Goten that Majin Buu TV: and the warlock known as Babidi are searching for, and what are they doing now?! Lady: This is no joke. Lady: It will be bad if those guys don't show up. Lady: Trunks? Bulma: Trunks! Finish that dumb jerk off already! Lady: It can't be that detestable kid... Lady: I don't want to die for such a kid. Lady: Tell them their address right away! Boy: Mama, as I recall, he lives in West City. Lady: Is that true? Boy: Yeah. Lady: I got it. Lady: Idasa-chan, Ikouse-chan. Are you ready? Lady: Let's call him together. Babidi: Where should we go next? Lady: Babidi, Babidi, can you hear me? Babidi: What is it? Lady: The boy called Trunks lives in West City, at the Capsule Corporation building. Lady: You should go there and make that cruel kid pay. Babidi: Who are you?! Lady: I'm a valued member of the PTA. Lady: I usually don't tell on others. Lady: But that vulgar child and his friends were cheating in the martial arts tournament earlier! Lady: In those matches Idasa-chan and Ikouse-chan were feeling bad and had a fever. Lady: If it wasn't for that, my beautiful boys wouldn't have lost against those kids! Babidi: Shut up! Babidi: I thank you for the information, but... Babidi: ...try saying one more thing with that shrill voice, and I'll kll you! Lady: How rude! Lady: After I give you the information you wanted! Lady: So frustrating! Goku: Now, try to raise your ki to the limit in your normal forms. Goku: Trying Fusion in Super Saiya-jin form might be too hard. Babidi: Earthlings! Babidi: Just now, some interesting information was delivered to me. Babidi: One of the three pests I seek, the one called Trunks, seems to be living in West City, in the Capsule Corporation building. Babidi: Maybe I should go there now? Babidi: It would be good if he was there, waiting for me. Babidi: But even better if he would just come out. Babidi: Otherwise, the city that he calls home will disappear! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: How unfortunate! The information that Trunks lives in West Capital was leaked[has reached?] to Babidi. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: What will the two of them, who are training for Fusion now, do? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: This is bad! The location of Capsule Corporation was leaked to Babidi![Yeah! SSJ coming!] Bulma: Son-kun this is not good. Bulma: If the Dragon Radar is destroyed, we won't be able to bring back the people who died! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Gohan: While the Dragon Radar is being picked up, somehow Buu has to be held back! Title: Time of the Trial Title: Obtain the Legendary Power! Title: Next Time Title: Hold Majin Buu Back Title: Limit! Super Saiya-jin !! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! ED: It's fine to be naked ED: I want to see dreams like kids do ED: Unite the sound ED: Because I'm going to sing, so are you, right? ED: Rather than being sad, I want to laugh ED: To roll on an unstable road ED: Rather than fight, let's try to have fun ED: To float on an unstable days [float or drift] ED: Ride on a the waves of hope ED: Look, face forward ED: I have to do it	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x125 - Turn Into Sweets! A Hungry Majin's Weird Power\" / \"Turn Into Candy! A Hungry Majin's Bizarre Power!"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Gohan has retrieved the legendary Z Sword, with which, it is said, he'll be able to defeat Majin Buu. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: On Earth, according to Babidi's plan to lure out Piccolo and the others... Narrator: ...Majin Buu was turning people into sweets and eating them. Goku: Be sure to train hard for Fusion. Narrator: To defeat Majin Buu, Goten and Trunks have decided to perfect the Fusion technique. Goku: We don't have time. Goku: Quickly, change into Super Saiya-jins. Babidi: Earthlings! Babidi: Just now, some interesting information was delivered to me. Babidi: One of the three pests I seek, the one called Trunks, seems to be living in West City, in the Capsule Corporation building. Babidi: Maybe I should go there now? Babidi: It would be good if he was there, waiting for me. Babidi: But even better if he would just come out. Babidi: Otherwise, the city that he calls home will disappear! Trunks: Damn! Trunks: Who told him that?! Trunks: Grandpa and Grandma are at home! Goten: Trunks-kun... Bulma: Son-kun, did you hear that? Bulma: Papa and Mama will get klled. Goku: It's fine. They can be brought back with the Dragon Balls. Bulma: The West Capital will be destroyed. Goku: We can bring it back with the second wish. Piccolo: No, that's not right. Piccolo: Because our last wish involved the bringing back of those previously klled, Piccolo: there's no guarantee that we'll be able to make a second wish just like it. Goku: Oh yeah, that's how it was! Goku: If that case maybe we could ask Shenron to simply... Goku: ..."Please return everything to normal?" Piccolo: I see. Goku: So? Would that work? Piccolo: No, wait... Would it really go that smoothly? Bulma: Son-kun, one way or another, having the laboratory blow up would be bad for all of us. Bulma: After all, the Dragon Radar that I left there would be destroyed along with everything else. Goku: That's not good. Goku: Okay, Trunks. Goku: Go to your home as fast as you can and bring the Dragon Radar back. Trunks: What? Goku: I'll keep Majin Buu and Babidi busy for about an hour. Trunks: W-Will you be fine? Trunks: Can you hold him back? Trunks: You won't be defeated right away, will you? Goku: Well, if it's only for a short while, I think can manage. Goku: But you should be more concerned with hurrying up. They'll get to West Capital soon. Trunks: Right. Bulma: Trunks. Bulma: Be careful. Bulma: If it gets even slightly dangerous, get back here. Turnks: Okay. Goten: Trunks-kun! Do your best! Trunks: I got it! Trunks: Will it really be alright? Trunks: Oh well. Trunks: Okay! Let's fly! Goku: Trunks will get back here safely. Goku: Don't worry, Bulma. Bulma: But... Goku: I'm saying that it's all right. Goku: He's yours and Vegeta's son after all. Bulma: Son-kun... Goku: Now, where are they? Goku: Goten, hang in there. Goten: Okay! Goku: Good boy. Goku: Okay, there they are. Babidi: Hey, slow down! Babidi: I'm slipping! Babidi: I mean it! Babidi: You idiot! Babidi: Fool! Stop taking detours and go to the West Capital already! Babidi: Why did you stop so suddenly?! Goku: Yo. Babidi: Y-You're that bastard! Babidi: I see... I thought you were klled by Vegeta, but you're still alive. Babidi: You know, I really have to thank you. Babidi: Thanks to you, as you can see, Majin Buu was resurrected. Goku: Me and Vegeta underestimated you. Goku: We never thought that Majin Buu could be somone this powerful. Babidi: Of course it is. My father created it. Babidi: So? What is it? Why did you came here? Babidi: I know. You came to tell me the whereabouts of those three pests. Goku: In your dreams. One of them is my own child. Goku: I just came to deliver a little warning. Babidi: Warning? Babidi: You came here to warn us? [make the us in italica maybe] Babidi: [[ , ]]Now this is funny. Babidi: Oh yeah! Let's let everyone on Earth hear it. Goku: Listen. Goku: The three you're looking for will surely show up in a short time. Goku: I promise you that. Goku: So till that time, wait. Goku: Stop with the meaningless destruction and klling of the weak. Babidi: Why should I wait? Babidi: Are you planing something? Goku: Yeah. Goku: They're undergoing special training to defeat you. Babidi: What?! Babidi: Defeat us?! Babidi: Even if they were to spend their time training for a thousand years, it still would be impossible. Goku: I wonder. Babidi: As if I'd wait! Babidi: Bring them here now! If not, I'll continue on klling the Earthlings. Babidi: Either way, we'll be having fun with these destructive acts. Goku: It seems that way. I knew you would say that. Goku: Maybe it's time that I stand up to you directly. Babidi: Interesting. Babidi: Buu! Show him how frightening you are! Babidi: It seems that he wants to get klled like Vegeta. Babidi: What's wrong? Babidi: This... Babidi: Hey Majin Buu! What are you doing?! Babidi: Now, finish him off! Babidi: Now, show him your power! Babidi: Hey! You! Buu: I got it, I got it. Goku: What's with you? Goku: You're so strong, yet you're Babidi's yes-man? Babidi: Majin Buu! Babidi: Shut up! Don't say unnecesary things! Babidi: Majin Buu is my servant! [lol... those eyes... so scary...] Babidi: He has no choice but to obey my every command! Babidi: W-Why are you looking at me like that?! Do you want me to seal you away again?! Buu: If you seal me me, he will kll you. Thought/Flashback,Babidi: This bastard! Bringing up such unnecessary points. Buu: But I will kll him. Buu: I hate good guys! Goku: It can't be helped then. Buu: How shall I kll you? Babidi: Take a good look, Earthlings. Babidi: I will show you what happens to the idiots who oppose me. Goku: Here I come! Goten: Is this my father's ki? Piccolo: That's right. Piccolo: Your father is an amazing man. Trunks: I-It can't be... Trunks: H-He has about the same level of power as Father. Trunks: A-Amazing... Babidi: Futile, futile! Babidi: Vegeta also did that, yet it was all futile. Goku: Then would you like to see a step that is beyond the Super Saiya-jin that surpassed a Super Saiya-jin? Babidi: Super something that overcame super something and even beyond that? Piccolo: Goku... What do you mean? Satan: That's right! [lol! I knew they would go back to something irrelevant...] Satan: The only one who can save the Earth is Satan! [hahahahahahaha this is so funny XD] Satan: I'm not going to save some goldfish or any other fish. Satan: I will save this Earth, the place where you all live now! Satan: I will surely save it from the hands of Majin Buu! Satan: I shall swear it to you here and now! People: We're counting on you, Satan! People: Do your best! Satan: Now, everyone, I shall go and start my hellish training again. Satan: But no matter how hard the training will be, I shall complete it! Satan: Till our next meeting in a short time, everyone, farewell! Thought/Flashback,Satan: I'm surprised that went as well as it did. Thought/Flashback,Satan: But if Majin Buu were to appear during my training, things could turn ugly. Thought/Flashback,Satan: I can't disappoint them! [I wonder of wouldn't have been better here "I can't disapoint them" or something... But my dictonary says differently] Thought/Flashback,Satan: But I'm going to be busy training, so it can't be helped. Satan: [[ , ]]I'll do it! Babidi: Overcome Super something and go beyond that? What the heck is that? Babidi: Just what is he talking about? Babidi: I have no idea. Babidi: Majin Buu! Finish him right away so we can go to the West Capital. Goku: Just looking at him he seems weak. Goku: But it's an opponent that even Vegeta couldn't do anything about. Goku: I have to hold him back somehow until Trunks gets the Dragon Radar. Bulma: I wonder if Trunks has made it to the Capsule Corporation building by now. Piccolo: No, something's caught his attention. Goku: Trunks' ki isn't moving. Goku: What could he be doing? Goku: I told him to hurry up... Goku: If at all possible, I don't want to take on the form that's power is beyond that of a normal Super Saiya-jin's. Trunks: A-Amazing ki! Trunks: His speed must be out of this world as well, because he got here before me! Trunks: [[ , ]]C-Could it be that he used the Instant Transmission technique? Goku: Do you hear me?! Goku: Get that radar already! Trunks: Y-Yes! Babidi: W-What? Babidi: Just who did you tell that to? Babidi: Radar? Goku: It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Trunks: It's hard to believe, but he may be as strong as Father. Trunks: Anyway, I have to get the Dragon Radar. Babidi: I feel that you're planning on doing something foolish. Goku: A little. Thought/Flashback,Goku: It can't be helped. Let's buy some time. Buu: Why did you turn back? Buu: Have you given up? Goku: That's not it. Goku: I want to tell you about Super Saiya-jin in the simpliest way. Buu: Super... Saiya-jin? Babidi: Mind your own business. Babidi: I don't want to know about something so boring. Goku: Don't say that. Goku: Listen. Goku: This is normal condition, right? Goku: This is Super Saiya-jin. Goku: And this is what you have seen before, a Super Saiya-jin that has surpassed the Super Saiya-jin. Goku: Well, let's call it a Super Saiya-jin . Babidi: Worthless transformations. Babidi: You didn't change much. Goku: And... Piccolo: A Super Saiya-jin that has surpassed a Super Saiya-jin?! What is he talking about?! Kuririn: That's a bluff, right, Goku? Kuririn: Something beyond that is... Goku: ...this is... Kame: That Goku! Goku: ...a level of Super Saiya-jin that goes beyond even that! Kaiou: Stop it, Goku! Kaiou: If you do that, the time you have left will disappear! Kaiou: You only have limited time on Earth, you mustn't forget that! Trunks: A-Amazing... Trunks: It's getting even bigger than before. Trunks: Oh no... I have to hurry up! Kaiou: Stop it! Stop it now, Goku! Piccolo: A-Amazing! Piccolo: His ki just won't stop growing! Goten: Dad! Kuririn: T-This is...! Satan: W-W-W-What the heck is happening?! Tien: T-The whole Earth is shaking! Tien: Is this Son's true power? Tien: Although he's far away from here... Goku: This is Super Saiya-jin . Goku: Sorry it took so much time. Goku: I'm not used to this transformation yet. Kame: I-Is that Goku? Gohan: T-T-This ki is... Is this my father that I feel? Gohan: No, it can't be! Shin: I-It is! Shin: It's Son Goku-san! Shin: It's a terrifyingly big energy for sure, but I'm certain of it. Kibito: I-It's unbelieveable! Kibito: For power to reach this far out from Earth?! Gohan: Dad... Just what is happening?! Buu: Even though your face became scary, you're not scary at all! Babidi: That's how it is, fool! Babidi: What's a super something three. Babidi: Trying to act cool. Babidi: Majin Buu, clean up this quickly. Goku: That's right. Let's do it already. Babidi: Thanks to me, everybody on Erath is watching. Babidi: Buu! Embarrass him! Goku: Trunks isn't done yet? Babidi: Do it! Majin Buu! Kuririn: Good, Goku! Keep it like that! Goten: Dad! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Goku who has gone way, way beyond super Saiya-jin. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: The power is tremendous. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: With this power, Goku may be able to win against Majin Buu! Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Sorry I made you wait Majin Buu, Babidi. Goku: This is Super Saiya-jin , which is beyond the level of Super Sayia-jin that surpassed a Super Saiya-jin. Trunks: Dragon Radar is nowhere to be found! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai. Gohan: Dad, it's an unbelievable power! Title: Hold Majin Buu Back Title: Limit! Super Saiya-jin !! Title: Next Time Title: First Glance of Evolution Title: Buu's Rebellion! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! ED: It's fine to be naked ED: I want to see dreams like kids do ED: Unite the sound ED: Because I'm going to sing, so are you, right? ED: Rather than being sad, I want to laugh ED: To roll on an unstable road ED: Rather than fight, let's try to have fun ED: To float on an unstable days [float or drift] ED: Ride on a the waves of hope ED: Look, face forward ED: I have to do it	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x126 - I'll Take Care of the Majin, Vegeta's Final Desperate Battle!\" / \"I Will Deal With the Majin! Vegeta's Final Mo"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Majin Buu and Warlock Babidi head for the West Capital with the intent to destroy it. Bulma: Son-kun, one way or another, having the laboratory blow up would be bad for all of us. Bulma: After all, the Dragon Radar that I left there would be destroyed along with everything else. Goku: Okay, Trunks. Goku: Go to your home as fast as you can and bring the Dragon Radar back. Trunks: What? Goku: I'll keep Majin Buu and Babidi busy for about an hour. Goku: Yo. Goku: Here I come! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Goku, in order to hold back Majin Buu and Babidi, became a Super Saiya-jin , Thought/Flashback,Narrator: which is far beyond the level of Super Saiya-jin, and initiated the fight. Trunks: I'm home! Piccolo: He made it! Trunks made it! Bulma: Great! Bulma: Now the Dragon Radar should be safe. Bulma: Good job, Trunks! Trunks: Grandpa! Jii: Oh, Trunks, welcome home. Baa: Well, well, well, just in time. Baa: I just made some tea. Trunks: There's no time for that! Baa: Oh, then would you like some milk instead? Or perhaps some cocoa? Trunks: No! Not that! Baa: Hm... Other drinks that Trunks likes are... Baa: Maybe juice? Or iced coffee? Trunks: No! No! Where's the Dragon Radar? Jii: Dragon Radar? Trunks: Yeah! Jii: Oh... Uhm... Dragon Radar, eh? Jii: Uhm... If I recall correctly... Trunks: Make it quick! Quick! Quick! Babidi: Buu! Babidi: Majin Buu! What's wrong?! Buu! Goten: Dad! At this rate he can win for sure! Piccolo: I wonder. Piccolo: It is true that Goku is unbelievably amazing, unlike us. Piccolo: But if he's able to defeat Majin Buu... Bulma: I-Is he really that strong? That Majin Buu? Piccolo: Yeah. Babidi: What are you doing?! Buu! Babidi: B-Buu! Babidi: Good, good! Goku: Tch, almost no damage at all, huh? Goku: It's Vegeta's technique! Goku: That bastard. Thought/Flashback,Goku: He already absorbed his opponent's techniques by fighting in a short time. Babidi: What's wrong, Buu?! Babidi: Finish him right away! Kaiou: Goku, that's enough! Kaiou: Don't go any further! Kaiou: If you keep using so much power, the time you can stay on Earth will shorten radically! Kaiou: You have to teach the kids the Fusion technique! Buu: You're quite strong for a good guy. Goku: Right back at you. Babidi: Hey! Majin Buu! Why are you wasting my time?! Babidi: Finish him right now! Buu: Shut up! Babidi: Wh-What did you say?! Babidi: What are you thinking, talking back to your master like that?! Babidi: Hey! Are you listening to me, Buu?! Goku: Trunks still hasn't departed. Goku: Trunks, what are you doing?! Hurry up! Babidi: Hm? Trunks? Babidi: So you were in touch with someone named Trunks, after all. Babidi: Hey, Buu! Mess him up badly and have him reveal Trunk's location! Goku: Tch, so I still have to buy some time. Trunks: It's not here! The Dragon Radar is nowhere to be found! Jii: Where was it? Baa: Maybe we should take a break with some sweets and search for it seriously after that. Trunks: I'm telling you, there's no time for that! Trunks: If we don't hurry up, West Capital will be destroyed! Trunks: With the Dragon Radar destroyed, we won't be able to bring back those who died! Baa: Oh my, that would mean trouble. Babidi: Buu! What's wrong?! Buu! Babidi: Good, good, Buu! [x ] [During instances like this I really think we should start putting a momentary "break" after each sentence, so the words don't just stay on screen all the time. It would help ease the transition into each new round, so to speak.] Babidi: Crush him like that! Kuririn: Goku! Goten: Dad! Piccolo: It's fine! Piccolo: Son isn't someone to get beaten by something like that. Babidi: Good, good, Buu! [x ] Babidi: Good, good! Babidi: Oh my! Kuririn: Great, Goku! Goten: Do your best, Dad! Piccolo: S-So this is Son? Piccolo: Super Saiya-jin is something so amazing, far beyond our imagination. Babidi: There! Go, go, Buu! Babidi: Good, good! Goku: Trunks' ki still isn't moving. Goku: What are you doing, Trunks? Goku: It can't be helped. I have to buy some more time. Trunks: Radar, radar... Where is it? Jii: Uhm... If I recall correctly, it should be around here. Babidi: Hey! You! Where are you going?! Babidi: You wanna run?! Babidi: You coward! Babidi: Great, Majin Buu! Goten: Dad. Goten: Do your best. Piccolo: Goku. Bulma: Son-kun. Goku: He... is much stronger than I expected. Trunks: Not here! [x ] Trunks: Not here! It's nowhere to be found! Bulma: I guess that's it. Kame: What's it? Bulma: Trunks can't find the Dragon Radar. Bulma: Sorry... I forgot that we left on the plane from before, when we were originally looking for the Dragon Balls. Kuririn: A-And Trunks... Bulma: ...doesn't know about it. Kuririn: If so, then he might be totally off the track. Kuririn: Speaking of which, he's late. Kame: We have to contact Trunks right away. Kame: Krillin, quickly, get the phone! Kuririn: I hate to burst your bubble, but does a place like this even have a phone? Videl: Uhm... Actually, I've got one right here. Kuririn: Videl! Videl: Because I'm working as an Ally of Justice, I always have a cellphone with me. Kuririn: Okay! Now we can contact Trunks! Kame: Oh Videl, you did a great job. There. [hahahahaha he's amazing XD] Baa: Ah, Bulma? How is it over there? Everybody good? Bulma: Yeah, yeah. Put Trunks on the phone. Baa: Trunks, right? Wait a bit. Baa: Trunks, phone for you. Trunks: There's no time for that! Baa: It seems that there's no time for that. Bulma: There's no time for that here, either! Bulma: Get him on the line, quickly! Buu: Go away! Babidi: Oh, you did it now! Kaiou: Goku, stop it already! Kaiou: Quickly, stop the fight! Kaiou: If you use anymore energy, you'll be brought back here to the Other World! Buu: Well then, let's go again. Babidi: W-W-What?! Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What is that?! Trunks: What?! On the plane?! Trunks: Got it. I'll bring it right away! Trunks: Plane, plane! Trunks: Hm? Did we have a place for it? Trunks: Uhm... Uhm... Uhm... Jii: Hm? Plane? Jii: This must be it. Babidi: Buu! Majin Buu! Babidi: Majin Buu! Hooray! [x ] Goku: No way! Goku: A Kamehameha?! Goku: Damn! Kame: T-This is truly unbelievable! Gohan: Amazing... An amazing fight. Gohan: It's so far away, yet I feel like it's within hand's reach. Shin: Gohan-san, it might be hard for Goku-san to win, after all. Shin: I'm telling you that Majin Buu is strong. Shin: The fastest way to defeat Majin Buu is to master this legendary blade, the Z Sword. Gohan: I got it. Gohan: It's easier said than done. Kibito: Will it be all right? Kibito: It's a legendary sword that no Kaioushin in the history could wield. Babidi: Watch out! You could have caused me serious harm, you big idiot! Babidi: Even so, with this, quite a big part of Earth was destroyed. Babidi: That's all for the Ally of Justice. Goku: Buu. As expected. I'm surprised. Goku: You have a foolish face, but you're a genius. Goku: To make an opponent's technique your own instantly. Jii: The plane is inside this capsule. Jii: This is it. Trunks: Let's see. Trunks: Here it is! Baa: Oh my, that's great. Now you can eat some sweets in peace. Trunks: I'm telling you there's no time for it! Trunks: Bye! I have to hurry back! Baa: Well, he could have eaten some sweets while he was at it. Goku: Hm? Trunks' ki is moving fast! Goku: That must mean he found the Dragon Radar and is leaving the West Capital, right? Goku: Okay, that means my job is done as well. Buu: Hey, why do you go back? Buu: Fighting with you is fun. Buu: Let's fight some more! Goku: I feel honored. Goku: But I don't have the time. Goku: I can't be playing with you all day. Goku: Sorry, but I'm going to disappear now. Babidi: Fool! You honestly think you can run away?! Babidi: Majin Buu, teach him a lesson! kll him! Babidi: After he's klled, we'll go to West Capital and destroy everything. Babidi: It will be a mssacre. Babidi: If we do that, those three who oppose us will surely come out. Goku: Listen now, Babidi. Goku: The three which you are looking for, Goku: Piccolo, Goten, and Trunks, Goku: will show up in three - no, two days! Goku: So until then just wait and don't do anything, please. Goku: Stop with the pointless mrder. Goku: Two days. It's only two days. It's fine, right? Buu: Are they strong? Goku: Naturally. Babidi: You think I'll listen to the likes of you? Babidi: Maybe what I'll do instead is go and kll even more people. Goku: Too bad. It would be such a fun fight for Majin Buu. Goku: Hey Babidi. When you finally fall into Hell, take note that I've asked Enma to punishment you extra hard. Goku: So, bye! Babidi: He disappeared! Babidi: What's with that guy? Babidi: Why did he come here? Babidi: Hey, Majin Buu! He ran away! Babidi: Because you were so slow! Babidi: You simpleton! Babidi: He must be somewhere around here. Find him! Babidi: Quickly! Babidi: Hey, can't you hear me? Fool! Babidi: Go finally! Fatass! Buu: Babidi-sama. Babidi: Wh-What is it? Buu: I've come up with something good. Babidi: What? Something good? Babidi: An idiot like you? Babidi: It can't be very good if it's coming from you, but I suppose it can't hurt to humor you just this once. Buu: You see, Babidi-sama... Babidi: What is it? Say it quickly and then go after him! Buu: You can't talk now, can you? Buu: So you can't say the incantation to seal me, right? Buu: I've learned a lot from you. Buu: I have no use of you anymore. Buu: I can't bear to be around you. Buu: Die, idiot! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Majin Buu has finally rebelled against the warlock Babidi. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: What will Buu do now? Will he continue going berserk? Thought/Flashback,Narrator: There's no one to stop Buu anymore! Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Majin Buu went out of control even more! Goku: Goten! Trunks! I'm going to show you the Fusion pose now, so remember it! Trunks: What should I do? That's lame! Trunks: I don't want to do something like that. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai. Goku: Lame?! Goku: Training Fusion Pose! Gohan: How will they look like once they unite with the Fusion. Title: First Glance of Evolution Title: Buu's Rebellion! Title: Next Time Title: Lame?! Title: Training Fusion Pose! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! Your strongest rival is yourself! Songs: The blood in my veins boils like fre. Songs: The levels of excitement and power are at the MAX! Songs: We'll scrape the rust off this dingy future and forge it anew. Songs: In the history books, they'll call it a "miracle". Songs: Hurt me and I'll come back stronger than ever. Songs: That's why kindness is not weakness. Songs: Let's trample our limitations and JUMP! Songs: Let's hug our despair and DANCE! Songs: Our rebirth shall be GORGEOUS! Songs: The Dragon Balls may grant your request! Songs: Kamekamehameha, how can you compare it? Songs: Can it compete with the size of your dreams? Songs: Versus! The future will be a spectacular surprise! Songs: This might be our first and last time! ED: It's fine to be naked ED: I want to see dreams like kids do ED: Unite the sound ED: Because I'm going to sing, so are you, right? ED: Rather than being sad, I want to laugh ED: To roll on an unstable road ED: Rather than fight, let's try to have fun ED: To float on an unstable days [float or drift] ED: Ride on a the waves of hope ED: Look, face forward ED: I have to do it	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x127 - For Those Whom He Loves... The Last Moment of the Proud Warrior!\" / \"For His Beloved Ones... The End of the Pro"}	foreverdreaming
Thought/Flashback/Narrator,Narrator: To stop Majin Buu, who was going to destroy West Capital, Goku became a Super Saiya-jin . Thought/Flashback,Goku: Trunk's Ki still isn't moving. Goku: What are you doing, Trunks?! Trunks: There it is! Baa: Oh my, that's great. Now you can eat some sweets in peace. Trunks: I'm telling you there's no time for it! Trunks: Bye! I have to hurry! Thought/Flashback,Goku: Hm? Trunk's Ki is moving fast! Thought/Flashback,Goku: So he found the Dragon Radar and is leaving the West Capital quickly, right? Thought/Flashback,Goku: Okay, my job is done, as well. Buu: Hey, why do you go back? Buu: Fighting with you is fun. Buu: Let's fight some more! Goku: See ya! Babidi: He disappeared. Babidi: Because you were so slow! Babidi: You simpleton! Babidi: Hey, can't you hear me? Fool! Babidi: Just go already, fatass! Buu: Babidi-sama. Buu: I've come up with something good. Babidi: What? Something good? Babidi: An idiot like you? Babidi: It's nothing important for sure, but go on. Buu: I've learned a lot from you. Buu: I have no use of you anymore. Buu: Die, idiot! Goten: Dad. Piccolo: Goku. Goten: You were amazing, Dad! Piccolo: Are you okay, Goku? Goku: Yeah. Bulma: Trunks seems to be heading this way. Bulma: We're okay for now, right? Goku: For now. Goku: Even if West Capital gets razed to the ground, we can get it back up, as long as we have the Dragon Radar. Goku: The dad ones, too. Goten: What is it, Dad? Piccolo: Hey, Goku. Goku! Goku: Hey, Buu has really done it now. Goku: He klled Babidi. Goten: What? Kuririn: What did you say? Piccolo: Now that you mention it, Babidi's Ki is gone. Goku: It seemed like he'd do it sooner or later but... Goku: now he really did it. Piccolo: S-So, there's no one who could order Buu around anymore. Piccolo: Perhaps Majin Buu will leave in peace. Bulma: Then peace will remain on Earth, right? Goku: I wonder. Goku: That would be good, but... Thought/Flashback,Goku: Please wait and don't do anything. Thought/Flashback,Goku: Stop with the pointless manslaughter. Thought/Flashback,Goku: Two days. Only two days should be fine! Thought/Flashback,Buu: Are they strong? Thought/Flashback,Goku: Of course. Buu: Exciting, exciting! Buu: Where should I start breaking things down? Buu: There! There! Buu: There! There! Buu: Exciting, exciting! Man: Th-That's...! Buu: Get ready! Buu: Go! Girl: S-S-S-Save me! Girl: Please, don't kll me! Buu: Do you think I'm cool? Girl: C-Cool! Incredibly cool! Buu: Then, I'm going to kiss you! Buu: You lied, didn't you?! Buu: I see. Buu: So women on Earth like guys like these. Buu: Okay. Buu: How about now? I'll kiss you. Girl: No! Girl: No! Never ever! Buu: You're a selfish woman! Buu: Become caramel! Buu: The wait for the strong guys is boring so... Buu: I'll play human extinction! Kuririn: That's c-c-cruel. Piccolo: Our idea was naive, huh? Goku: Yeah. Goku: It's bad that Majin Buu finds fun in careless destruction. Goku: Damn! He could destroy this place and the entire Earth in no time if he wanted to! Goku: It's all right. Goku: I don't think he will destroy the Earth. Goku: Because when I told him that in two days, a person stronger than me will show up, he was happy. Goku: I think this place is safe, at least for the two days. Goku: But it's a pity for the people down there. [literally: on Earth] Kuririn: Well, we'll bring them back at some point with the Dragon Balls, so it's fine. Piccolo: Until then, we have to make the kids perfect the Fusion. Goku: That's how it is. Goku: We have to start teaching them right away. Goku: The time I have left here is... Goku: not even an hour. Kuririn: O-One hour?! Piccolo: What did you say?! Piccolo: No way! You're supposed to have more! Goten: Can we learn that Fusion technique within an hour? Goku: The thing before, Super Saiya-jin , is a technique that should only be used in the other World. Goku: In this fast-paced world here, I get exhausted right away when I use a lot of energy. Kuririn: I see. So that's why you're breathing heavily. Piccolo: If that's the case, let Dende restore your energy! Goku: No. To do that, I have to go back to the other World. Baba: The remaining time is thirty minutes. Baba: Get ready to get back. Goku: Fortuneteller Baba-sama! Goku: Thirty minutes? What?! Goku: That's all I've got?! Baba: That's right. Too bad. Goku: Damn! Get back here quickly, Trunks! Shin: Are you okay, Gohan-san? Kibito: This is truly unbelievable. Kibito: To be able to yield the Z Sword in such a short time, while the previous Kaioshin's struggled so much. Shin: Exactly like I anticipated, after all. Shin: Gohan-san can surely defeat Majin Buu. Shin: Gohan-san, how about you take a break for now? Shin: You surpass my expectations. Gohan: No! I'm not good enough yet! Thought/Flashback,Gohan: Even though Dad went to the other World, he kept on training so much. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: I have to get closer to him, even if it's only a bit. Thought/Flashback,Gohan: Because Majin Buu is still alive. Piccolo: Goku, there's something I want to ask you while I still can. Goku: What is it? Piccolo: The Super Saiya-jin just now. Piccolo: If you'd gone all out, I wonder if you'd be able to defeat Majin Buu. Piccolo: Am I wrong? Goku: No, I wonder. Goku: When it comes to Majin Buu's strenght, it's just nonsense[random?]. Goku: I think that winning against him would be probably impossible. Piccolo: Probably? Why do you say that even after what you've done? Piccolo: We couldn't see how it'd end. Piccolo: Is it related to that energy issue? Goku: No. Goku: I am a human that shouldn't exist a long time ago. Goku: It's not something I should do. Goku: It'd be better for the young ones to work something out. Goku: Even if I defeated Buu, some other incredible opponent could show up again, right? Goku: Alhough, it's is a risky bet. Goku: After seeing those bright kids, I felt like putting my faith in them. Piccolo: You're leaving the future of Earth in Goten's and Trunks' hands? Goku: Yeah. That way we make opportunities, right? Piccolo: Hm? Geez, you're one of a kind. Piccolo: It's too bad about Gohan. Piccolo: Well, when you go back to the other World, say hi to him from me. Goku: Yeah. Goku: The most regretful thing for him is that he won't see you anymore. Goku: Gohan... He liked you a lot. Kuririn: Hey, Trunks is back! Bulma: Welcome back, Trunks. Good job. Trunks: I'm back! Trunks: I got it. This is it, right? The Dragon Radar thing. Goku: Okay! Bulma: This is it! Bulma: If we got this, we can restore the cities to how they used to be, and bring back the dad! Trunks: You're incredibly strong, Uncle, aren't you?! Trunks: Maybe you're even stronger than Father used to be! Goku: No, I don't think so. Your father was... Goten: You passed out, so I thought you're weak! Goku: Goten, Trunks, we're starting the Fusion training right away! Goku: We don't have much time left. Goku: If you guys won't take this seriously, the Earth is done for real, okay? Goten/Trunks: Got it, Sensei! Goku: Look how obedient they've become. Piccolo: Super Saiya-jin becomes useful even in its own way. Goku: Now, let's go! Goku: First, let's do it again from the moment when you even out your Ki. Pilot: There he is. Pilot: Altitude, meteres. Pilot: Majin Buu found at point SX ! Pilot: He's flying carelessly toward south-west. Pilot: He's coming this way! This way! Buu: Seems fun! Buu: Let's play! Pilot: We're fine. We run away from him. Buu: A bit itchy. Pilot: Help us! Buu: Kinda lame. Kame: A-Amazing... Kame: Such kids, bringing up their Ki to such a level... Bulma: Do your best, Trunks! Goku: Okay, it's almost the same. Goku: Be sure to practice this later, to make it perfectly even. Piccolo: Are you okay, Goku? You look like it's quite tough for you. Goku: I'm fine, I'm fine. Goku: Just a little bit more, and I'll be fine.. [he means his tiredness] Piccolo: So Super Saiya-jin is something that you have to be careful about when you use it on Earth. Goku: Listen up. To complete the fusion, the really hard part comes after this. Trunks: Yes! Goten: Yes! Goku: After your Ki will be perfectly even, if you perform the fusion pose identically, it'll be complete. Goku: I'm going to show you the pose now, so watch closely and remember it, okay? Trunks: Yes! Goten: Yes! Goku: First, you have to make a certain distance between yourselves. Goku: And you do this. Watch the angle of your arms. Goku: Fuu... Goku: As you close the distance, you move your hands to the other side. Goku: While at it, you do exactly three steps. Goku: -sion! Goku: Your hands form a "rock". Watch the angle of your legs! Goku: ]TL-Note: "Rock" from the rock-paper-scissors game. Goku: Ha! Goku: And your fingers should touch each other like this. Again, watch the angle of your legs. Goku: The other is stretched out. Trunks: What should we do? It's lame. Goten: Yeah. Goku: Now, you guys try it. Goten/Trunks: Right! Goku: Now remember the pose from before, with the left-right symetry. [Fix the timing here] Goku: You got it? Now, try it. Goku: Hm? What's wrong? Trunks: What is the left-right symetry? Goku: Uhm... Ehm... How should I put it? Goku: Okay. Me and Piccolo will do it, so watch carefully. [hahahaha piccolo's face XD priceless XD [=== Timer's comment to TL's comment: Hahahahahhaha ] Piccolo: What?! Piccolo: M-Me?! Goku: Okay, now watch us carefully. Goku: Now you move in the contrary, as if you were your own reflection. Goku: Fuu... sion! Ha! Kuririn: Wh-What's that? Kuririn: They said, they're going to train. Is this dance training? Bulma: Can Majin Buu really be defeated with that? Goku: Okay. Trunks, Goten, get to it! Goten/Trunks: Right! Piccolo: Goku... You said, you wanted to do it with Vegeta, but... Piccolo: I think even, if he was alive, he would never do it with you. Goku: Huh? What? Why is that? Piccolo: Uhm... No, no. Trunks: Hey, hey! Like this? Goku: Yeah. That's it. Goku: Hm? Goten, the angle of your arms is a bit too low. Goku: Raise it more. Goku: Okay, now move three steps away. Goten/Trunks: Fuu... sion! Goten/Trunks: Ha- Hey, hey, a little bit more this way... Goku: Okay! Let's do it bit slower. Goten/Trunks: Yes! Buu: Exciting, exciting! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Buu, who's off the leash, acts more and more violently. Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Hurry up, Goku! There's no time! Thought/Flashback,Narrator: Can you teach Trunks and Goten the basic steps of this new special move, Fusion? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Because of the Super Saiya-jin , I used a lot of energy. Goku: Trunks, Goten! Train the Fusion hard! Goku: Only you guys can defeat Majin Buu! Baba: Goku, it's almost time. Baba: We're going back to the other World. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: Bye Bye Everyone!! Son Goku Goes Back to the other World Gohan: We have to try hard, for Dad's sake as well! Episode Title Next - DBKai,: Bye Bye Everyone!! Episode Title Next - DBKai,: Son Goku Goes Back To The Other World Episode Title - DBKai,: Awful Looking![\r]? Episode Title - DBKai,: Special Training, Fusion Pose!	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x128 - The Nightmare Returns, The Immortal Monster, Majin Buu!\" / \"A Nightmare Revisited: The Immortal Monster Majin B"}	foreverdreaming
Buu: Yoisho, Yoisho. Buu: Pajamajamajama, Pajamajamajamajama, Papapajama. {this is weird as hell but a pajama is a pajama right? he just sings it XD} Buu: Papapapajamajamajama, pajamajamajama Papapajama. Buu: Papajama. {This could be done the same as the FU Sion Ha, to show up as he says it. Because I don't have any other idea how to do it.} Bulma: Ta-da. {hahahahahahaha omg} Narrator: Majin Buu went even more berserk after klling the Warlock Babidi. Baba: The remaining time is thirty minutes. Baba: Get ready to go back, Goku. Goku: Fortuneteller Baba-sama! Goku: Thirty minutes? What?! Goku: That's all I've got?! Narrator: The remaining time Goku has on Earth is short. Narrator: Goku began teaching Trunks and Goten about Fusion, a new special technique to defeat Majin Buu. Goku: First, you have to stand a certain distance away from each other. Goku: Then, go like this. Carefully watch the angle of your arms. Goku: Fuu... Goku: As you close the distance, move your hands to the other side. Goku: While doing this, take exactly three steps. Goku: -sion! Goku: Your hands should form a "rock." Watch the angle of your legs! Goku: TL-Note: "Rock" from the rock-paper-scissors game. Goku: Ha! Goku: Stretch your fingers to touch each other, like this. Again, carefully watch the angle of your leg. Goku: Your outside leg should be completely straight. Trunks: What should we do? This is so lame... Goten: Yeah. Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Goku: Not good enough. One more time. Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Goku: Still not quite there... Goku: Your breathing isn't in sync. Trunks: Goten, are you having fun with this training? Goten: No, not at all. Goku: Hey! Get it together! Goten/Trunks: Y-Yes! Trunks/Goten: Fu{break}sion!{break} Ha! Goku: Good. That's looking better. Goku: Okay, keep going just like that. Bulma: It's so frustrating. Bulma: Even now, Majin Buu is continuing to rampage and wreck the Earth. Kuririn: Yeah. Kuririn: Even if we use the Dragon Balls to fix everything... Buu: I'm a little sleepy. Man: What are you doing, you dumbass?! Man: Why you... Man: Can't you hear?! Hurry up and move! Buu: Am I cool? Man: What? Are you cool? Man: You bastard, no way you're cool! Man: Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror?! Man: M-M-M-Majin! Man: It's M-Majin Buu! Buu: This is a good place. Buu: Let's make a home here and take a nap. Buu: Too noisy. Buu: I'll make you quiet. Buu: Living things, gather up! Buu: First, turn everyone into clay. Buu: Next is cleaining. Buu: Now... Buu: Finished! Buu: So cool! Buu: This is the place, where you eat meals. Buu: This is the bath. Buu: Paradise, paradise. Buu: This is the toilet. Buu: This is the place, where you wash your face and brush your teeth. Buu: Remember to brush your teeth properly. Buu: This is the bed. Buu: I've slept well. Buu: I've slept for about five seconds. Buu: Now, he said, that the strong guy will come in two days, right? Buu: It'll be boring till then. Buu: Okay! Let's go and destroy some towns again! Buu: All right! Chichi: Gohan... Gohan...! Ox: Chichi, hang in there. Baba: She's still down after hearing about Gohan's death? Baba: The poor girl. Ox: Obaba, how long can Goku-sa stay on Earth? Baba: It depends on Goku's energy, but... Baba: ...I'd say about fifteen minutes. Ox: Fifteen minutes?! Ox: Chichi, please wake up before then! Ox: If you don't, it'll be an eternal farewell. Goku: Now, one more time, from the beginning. Goku: Good, raise your hands. Goku: One-two, one-two, one-two. {and it goes on} Overlaps,Trunks/Goten: Fuu... Goku: One-two, one-two- what's wrong, Trunks? Trunks: Ojii-san, this technique is lame. Goku: Lame? Goku: Is that so? But this technique is amazing! Goku: The Metamorans that taught it to me became way stronger afterwards. Trunks: Even so... Rather than this, show us that Super Saiya-jin ! Trunks: I was getting the radar earlier, so I couldn't see it! Goten: I want to see Super Saiya-jin , too! Trunks: Rather than learning such a lame technique, wouldn't it be better for us to become Super Saiya-jin ? Goten: Yeah! We could win against Majin Buu for sure! Goku: It's impossible. Goku: This isn't an opponent, you can win against without Fusion. Goku: Don't underestimate Buu! Trunks: I-I wonder... Goku: Now, lets continue training. Goku: Guess, I'm bat... Goku: Okay. I'll show you Super Saiya-jin just once. Goten: Really?! Goku: In return, you're going to continue the Fusion training with all your might. Trunks/Goten: Yeah! Yeah! Piccolo: Stop, Goku! Piccolo: You'll use up all your time left on Earth! Goku: I don't have any time left anyway. Goku: Trunks and Goten, watch carefully. Goku: First, is Super Saiya-jin. Trunks/Goten: Yeah! Goku: This is Super Saiya-jin , the form beyond Super Saiya-jin. Trunks/Goten: Yeah! Goku: After that... Kuririn: W-What is that?! Goku: This is Super Saiya-jin . Trunks: A-Amazing! Goten: Dad! Trunks: Ojii-san! Goten: Dad! Piccolo: Goku! Goku: I'm fine, Piccolo. Goku: Now, a promise is a promise. Continue your Fusion training. Trunks/Goten: Okay! Baba: Goku, it's time. Baba: We're going back to the other World. Goku: Already? Baba: Your time was greatly diminished just now. Goku: I see. Sorry Piccolo, but I'm leaving the rest to you. Goku: If it's these two, they'll complete the Fusion by tomorrow. Piccolo: G-Goku. Goku: You're the only one who can teach them. I'm entrusting them to you. Piccolo: Okay. I understand. Goku: Trunks and Goten. You're the only ones that can defeat Majin Buu and save the Earth. Goku: Make sure to train hard. Goten/Trunks: Right! Ox: Chichi... Chichi, wake up! Ox: Chichi! Chichi: Wh-Where am I? Ox: I'll explain it to you later. Ox: More importantly, Goku-sa... Goku-sa is about to go back to the other World! Chichi: What?! Goku-sa is?! Kame: Even after coming all this way, you weren't able to relax much. Bulma: Goodbye, Son-kun. Kuririn: Goku, I know saying "take care" may sound strange, but take care. Goku: Yeah. Chichi: Goku-sa! {there's an untranslated line after this by Ox} Ox: It hurts. Chichi: Go-Goku-sa... What am I supposed to do? Chichi: Gohan is gone, as well. Goku: Chichi, don't feel sad. You still have Goten, right? Chichi: But... If he's klled by Majin Buu... Goku: Don't worry. If they complete the technique they're training for now, there's no way they'll lose. Goku: If I meet Gohan in the other World, I'll tell him you send your regards. Chichi: Okay. Videl: Uhm... I think, Gohan-kun is still alive. Goku: What? Why? Videl: Well... It's just a feeling I have. Kuririn: I understand how you feel, but I still doubt it's true. Kuririn: We can tell by sensing Ki. Goku: Still, it'd be great if he is alive. Videl: Yeah. Baba: Now, that's enough. Let's get going, Goku. Goku: Yeah. Goten: Ah! Goku: What is it, Goten? Chichi: I know. You want to hug your dad, right? Goku: Oh, is that all? You should have said so earlier! Goku: Goten, I'm leaving Mom in your care. Goten: Yeah. Baba: Now, it's really time, Goku. Goku: Got it. Goku: Farwell, everyone! Bulma: Bye! Kuririn: Goku! Trunks: Ojii-san! Kuririn: Goku! Goku: Everyone, take care! Goku: We'll see each other after you die! {hahahahaha this line kinda made me laugh } Kuririn: That bastard. He didn't even mean to say it as an omen. Trunks: We'll do our best! Goten: Dad! Kame: But still, whether it's Super Saiya-jin , or Fusion... Kame: The situation has reached a dimension far beyond our reach. Kuririn: It seems that this time, our turn is... there. Kuririn: ...not coming at all. Bulma: That's not true. Kuririn: What? Bulma: Surely there's something that we can do. Bulma: Now, let's duel. Demon: Proceed slowly and with caution! Goku: That's a lot of dad people! Goku: Don't just stop like that! Baba: Was it really for the best? Leaving the Earth to those kids? Goku: Yeah, if it's those two, they'll be fine. Goku: Once the Fusion is completed, Majin Buu will be defeated for sure. Baba: I see. The Earth should be protected by those still living. Goku: Yeah. Baba: Okay, Goku. You should be fine on your own from here, right? Goku: Yeah. Thank you, Ba-chan. Baba: Bye, Goku. Goku: You should come visit me sometime. Goku: See ya! Soul: Geez, what is this?! Soul: I was here first! Soul: No, I'm going first! Demon: Hey, you there! Demon: You can't cut in front of others! Demon: Geez, stay in line, please! Demon: Just what is going on here-oni? Demon: Hey, you! Goku: Sorry! Don't mind me! Demon: Oh-oni... Demon: Here is the next one. Goku: Enma-san! Enma-san! Enma: Oh, Son Goku. Enma: You've come back rather early, haven't you? Goku: Say, Enma-san, I wanna ask you something. Enma: Before that, just what the hell is happening on Earth? Enma: Just plook at the number of deaths. Enma: And still so many continue to come one after another. Goku: Well, a lot is going on there. Goku: There's a chance that everyone on Earth might end up here. Enma: What?! Goku: Anyway, was there someone here a little earlier named Son Gohan? That's my son. Enma: Son Gohan? Wait a minute. Enma: Son... Son... Son... Enma: Son Gohan... Enma: No, he hasn't been here. Enma: Besides, I would recognize your son right away and would remember him. Goku: He hasn't been here... So that means... Goku: He's not d*ad! Yes! All right! Enma: Also, there was an amazing guy here earlier. Enma: King of the Hell World, Dabura! Goku: Dabura? Enma: Well, when someone like him dies, they usually go straight to hell. Enma: But since he's from a world like hell, he'd be too happy there. Enma: So I let him go to heaven instead. Goku: I see. Goku: Thank you! Bye! Goku: Gohan is alive somewhere! Goku: It's just like that girl, Videl, said! Amazing! Goku: And to think, he faced Majin Buu and lived! Well done, Gohan! Goku: Even so, we couldn't feel his presence at all. Goku: So, what's going on? Goku: T-That's... Gohan! Yeah, it's gotta be! It's Gohan's Ki! Goku: But why is Gohan's Ki in a place like this? Goku: Hm? Where is he? He's not here, or in the Kaiou World... {or World of the Kais} Goku: So, where... Goku: Okay! Buu: Which town should I destroy now? Buu: Let's destroy more and more! {x } Narrator: Majin Buu's rampage continues. Narrator: And far away, on the edge of space in the Kaioshin World... Narrator: ...Gohan continues to make strides with the Z Sword. Narrator: Also, the Fusion training continues. Narrator: Hurry up, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks! Narrator: You're the only ones that can save the Earth from the danger of destruction! Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: What are you doing in a place like this, Gohan? Goku: We've been looking for you. Goku: Secret training with Kaioshin-sama and the something-or-other old man? Piccolo: Goten! Trunks! We're perfecting the Fusion as soon as possible! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: Found You, Gohan! Tough Training in the Kaioushin World! Gohan: Just how much do I have to swing the Z Sword before I'm able to defeat Majin Buu? DBKai: Found You, Gohan! DBKai: Tough Training In The Kaioshin World! DBKai: Bye Bye Everyone!! DBKai: Son Goku Goes Back To The Other World	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x129 - Secret Plan to Defeat Buu, Its Name is Fusion!\" / \"A Secret Plan to Defeat Buu! Its Name is Fusion"}	foreverdreaming
Narrator: With his overwhelming power, Majin Buu has destroyed cities one after another. Narrator: He even used magic to turn living things into clay and built his own house. Narrator: Meanwhile, Goten and Trunks continued training. Narrator: However, Goku's time limit expired right in the middle of training. Narrator: Goku entrusted his hope to Goten and Trunks and returned to the Other World. Narrator: There Lord Enma told Goku that Gohan is still alive. Goku: That's... Gohan! Goku: Yeah, it's gotta be! {Yes, there's no mistake!} Goku: It's Gohan's Ki! Goku: Okay! Gohan: Dad. Goku: That was close! Goku: W-What's with those clothes? Gohan: Ehm... Uhm... there's a reason behind this... Goku: Oh, Kaioshin-sama. And the something-or-other old dude is here, too. Kibito: H-How could this happen? A-another human has... C-come to this holy land... Goku: Anyway{Nevertheless?}, what is this place... Gohan: I'm curious too, Dad. Why are you here? Gohan: hours still hasn't passed, right? Goku: Yeah, about that... Gohan: I see. So Majin Buu has destroyed the Earth that much... Shin: Damn you, Majin Buu! Goku: Let me see that sword for a sec. Goku: You said it's called the Z sword? Gohan: Y-Yeah. Gohan: Be careful, it's heavy. Goku: You're not kidding! Goku: It's really heavy! Gohan: Right? Goku: This sword is supposed to give you amazing power? Goku: That's so cool. Kibito: T-This can't be! Kibito: This man is also waving the Z Sword so lightly... Kibito: What kind of race are these Saiyajins? Goku: Say, Kaioshin-sama. Is it okay for me to stay here until Gohan goes to fight Majin Buu? Shin: Uhm, y-yes, I would not mind that... Goku: Then, sorry to ask you right away, but do you have something to eat? Goku: I'm starving. Shin: T-Then, why don't you take a break as well, Gohan-san? Gohan: Right. Shin: I'll show you the way. Please follow me. Gohan: But Super Saiyajin sounds really amazing. Goku: Yeah, it is! After we eat, I'll show it to you, too. Narrator: Elsewhere, one day has passed. Piccolo: Wake up! Piccolo: How long do you intend to sleep!? Piccolo: Now, hurry and wash your faces. After you eat, we're going to continue training! Piccolo: Got it?! Goten/Trunks: Yeah... Piccolo: Hey, you have just one more day to master the Fusion. Piccolo: Put some spirit into it! Piccolo: More spirit! Piccolo: WHY YOU BRATS! Trunks: You don't have to bat us, you know! Piccolo: You're not fully aware of how dangerous this situation is! Piccolo: You two are the only ones that can save the Earth! Piccolo: Start taking this more seriously! Kuririn: Piccolo sure is in high spirits. Piccolo: Okay, we're resuming your training. Trunks: Hey! Piccolo: W-What is it? Trunks: All this training is fine, but before that show us the proper way to do the Fusion pose again. {hahahahahh Giku XD} Trunks: We've only seen it done once before. Goten: That's right! If you don't show us the pattern, there's no way we're going to remember it. Trunks/Goten: Well? Piccolo: Kuririn, lend me a hand. Kuririn: M-Me?! Piccolo: You were watching yesterday. Piccolo: Surely you remember the pose, right? Kuririn: W-Well, that's true, but... Kuririn: Why me? Kuririn: If it's just the pose, then anyone here{\fscx }- Kuririn: What?! That's dirty! Kuririn: Hm? Where did everyone go? Hey! Piccolo: Kuririn! Kuririn: Okay, I'll do it. I just have to do it once, right? Piccolo: Listen up. Watch closely and remember this. Trunks/Goten: Okay! Kuririn: I'm sure it went something like this... Piccolo: Let's go, Kuririn. Kuririn: Yeah. Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks: W-We're supposed to do something so lame? Goten: That's embarrassing! Kuririn: It's embarrassing for me, too! Piccolo: We did this because you two said you wanted to see it. Piccolo: Now, we're resuming the training without any complaints! Trunks/Goten: Okay... Oni: U-Uhm... Lord Enma-sama... Enma: What is it? Oni: Can we go home-oni? Enma: WHAT?! Oni: Everyone has been working without sleep and without a sufficient meal... Oni: If this keeps up, we're also going to end up in this line-oni. Enma: I also want to rest. Enma: But we can't just leave these dad souls alone. Oni: Oni... Enma: To pass judgment on wandering souls, Enma: and guide them to their appropriate place is our MISSION! Oni: Lord Enma-sama! This is bad-oni! Enma: What is it? Oni: A-Another one million five hundred thousand deceased has come from the Earth-oni! Enma: WHAT DID YOU SAY?! Oni: Oni... Enma: Just what is happening on Earth? TV: Unbelievable! TV: Two-thirds of the cities and human population have already been destroyed by Majin Buu! TV: If this continues, the Earth will become a death star within a day! Man: W-What's that? Buu: Next! Buu: I'm not letting anyone escape. Boy: Ah! Hello. Boy: Who are you? Buu: Can't you see who I am? I{\fscx }- Boy: I'm sorry. I can't see. Boy: Say, who are you? Boy: Someone famous? Buu: You're a dummy. Your eyes are closed. Buu: Open them up. Boy: I couldn't see, even if I did open them. Boy: That's what it means to have this illness. Boy: Had it since the day I was born. Buu: I see. That's why you not scared. Buu: Okay! Boy: W-What did you do!? Buu: Dummy. Open your eyes. {BUU DOES JESUS!} Boy: But, even if I open{\fscx }- Buu: Just open them already! Boy: Okay... Boy: I can see... Boy: I can see. I can see! Boy: With my own eyes! Boy: This isn't a dream! Boy: I can really see! Buu: Now, look at me. Boy: Thank you! Boy: Thank you, Oji-san! Boy: Truly, thank you! Boy: I can see! Boy: I can see! Buu: He's not scared... Boy: Say Oji-san, are you a foreigner? Buu: Foreigner? Boy: Because we don't have such things sticking out of our heads. Buu: Hey! Boy: What? Buu: Am I cool? Boy: I don't really get it, but why wouldn't you be? Boy: After all, you cured{healed?} my eyes with magic! Buu: Cool, cool! Boy: Oh yeah! I'll give you some money as gratitude. Buu: Money? Boy: I was supposed to buy milk, but the shop was closed. Boy: Ehm... Here! Buu: Not tasty! Buu: Wait here. Boy: Amazing! Foreigners can fly! Man: M-Majin Buu! Buu: Turn into milk! Boy: Oji-san sure is late... Boy: He's back! Buu: Hey, money taste bad. Milk is much better. Boy: What? Uhm... Buu: It's ok to drink it. Boy: Thank you. Boy: U-Uhm, Thank you. Boy: Really, really thank you! Buu: Money is bad, milk is good.{x } Buu: I am cool! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Piccolo: One more time! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Piccolo: No! Not good enough! Piccolo: Why can't you two get it? Piccolo: Match your timing. Piccolo: Listen. Fusion is a unifying technique. Piccolo: No matter how good you are at making the pose, you won't be able to succeed unless you match your breathing! Trunks: But Goten is too slow! Goten: No I'm not! You're too fast! Trunks: Huh?! What?! Goten: What?! Piccolo: Oh, geez, stop it you guys! Piccolo: We don't have time for this! Piccolo: If you want to fight, do it after you defeat Majin Buu! Main: Got it?! Piccolo: Okay! We're continuing the training! Goten/Trunks: Okay. Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Piccolo: Again! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Piccolo: Wrong! Once more! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Trunks/Goten: Fusion! Ha! Overlaps,Kame: Geez, can't they just finish that thing already? Kame: There. Main: Koi. Kuririn: But, can they really unite? Bulma: It'll be fine. They can do it. Bulma: Son-kun wouldn't lie. Goku: Woah! That was really amazing! Goku: And you were able to master it in only a day. Goku: You're amazing, Gohan! Shin: He is right. It certainly is splendid, Gohan-san. Goku: Moreover, that Z Sword really looks sharp! Goku: Hey, let's put it to a test! Gohan: That's a good idea. Goku: Let's see... Okay! Goku: Let's try this rock first. Goku: Okay. Let's do this, Gohan! Goku: Try cutting this cleanly. Gohan: I'll cut it easily like tofu, for sure. Gohan: With this Z Sword of course. Shin: You did it, Gohan-san. Gohan: Yeah. Goku: It's amazingly sharp! Shin: Goku-san. Shin: Next, why not try something more solid? Shin: Goku-san, take this. Goku: What's this? Shin: (カッチン Kachinko, Klangite) Shin: It is Kachinko, said to be the hardest known metal in the universe. Goku: Woah! It's hard! Shin: Since you insist, please try it with this. Goku: This should be good. Goku: Okay! Let's go! Gohan: Leave it to me! Goku: Ready! Set! Goku: Go! Gohan: N-No way! Gohan: I-It broke... Shin: I-I-Impossible! The Z Sword has...! Kibito: T-T-The ultimate sword has...! Goku: Now, look what you did. Kaioshin-sama, you were the one that said to try it against something so hard. Shin: B-But it is said that the one wielding it shall attain the greatest power... Kibito: T-The Z Sword is a legendary sword of this holy land! Gohan: It seems the legend was exaggerated a bit... Gohan: But, thanks to it, my pure strength has increased a lot. Gohan: Due to the Z sword being so heavy. Gohan: See? Gohan: Maybe, when you master the sword, you gain the greatest power in the world? Shin: I-I see! Shin: If you've gained this much power in your normal state, Main: then you'll gain an even greater power up in your Super Saiyajin form! Shin: Yes, that's it! Shin: That must be the legendary greatest power in the world! Goku: But is it more than Majin Buu? I dunno... Shin: B-But, Goku-san... Other than that... Old: You're wrong. Goku: Hm? What's with that Jiji-cha? Shin: U-Uhm... You are? Old: Me? Listen and be surprised. Old: I am a Kaioshin from generations ago! Shin: What?! A-A generation old... Kibito: K-Kaioshin-sama! Narrator: The legendary sword, the Z Sword, has broke. Narrator: And just who is this old person that claims to be the Kaioshin from generations ago? Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Hey, hey, a strange Jiji-cha came out of the Z Sword. Goku: He says he's the Kaioshin-sama from the past... Old: If I cast my super esper power on you, you'll be able to defeat Majin Buu. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: Birth! Combine Super Warrior His Name is Gotenks!! Gohan: It looks like the kids have finally mastered Fusion. DBKai: Birth! Combine Super Warrior DBKai: His Name is Gotenks!! Title: Found You, Gohan! Title: Found You, Gohan! Title: Harsh Training in the Realm of the Kaioshin! Title: Harsh Training in the Realm of the Kaioshin! DBKai:	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x130 - A Faint Hope in Sight! The Warriors Wake Up!!\" / \"Found! A Faint Ray of Hope - Awaken, Warriors!"}	foreverdreaming
Narrator: Majin Buu, who continues to push the limits of destruction, Narrator: is attacking and vaporizing villages and cities all around the world without discrimination. Narrator: Sensing Gohan's Ki, Goku arrived in the Kaioshin World. Narrator: Gohan has mastered the Z Sword in just one day. Narrator: While testing the sharpness of the sword, they tried to cut a metal, but... Goku: Ready! Set! {Or:One-two!} Narrator: s-s-somehow the Z sword failed to cut it and broke! Narrator: The one who appeared in front of a despaired Gohan and the others is... Goku: Hm? What's with that Jiji-cha? Shin: U-Uhm... You are? Old: Me? Listen and be surprised. Old: I-I am a Kaioshin from generations ago! Shin: What?! A-A generation old... Kibito: K-Kaioshin-sama! Shin: generation old... Kibito: Kaioshin-sama! Old: That's right. {Ekhm, Ekhm.} Old: A long, long time ago, a strong and brutal bad guy came about. Old: Well, not as bad as today's Majin Buu. Old: And he sealed me in that sword. Old: This is surely because he was afraid of me. Old: Yeah, yeah. Old: Now, I'm finally out. Goku: That Jiji-cha doesn't look that strong, does he? Gohan: Ehm... Well... Goku: Hey, let's try testing him! Gohan: A-Are you sure? Shin: G-Gosenzo-sama! Kibito: Are you alright? Hang in there! Old: You idiot! Old: What do you think you're doing you poophead?! Peeing brat! Fool! Scum! Old: And to me, the Kaioshin feared by millions! Old: You protruding navel! Goku: He's just a haggard Jiji-cha, after all. Gohan: He's not strong at all, is he? Old: T-The thing that scared my enemies wasn't my power, but my frightening ability! Goku: Frightening... Gohan: ...ability? Goku: What is it? Old: I'm not telling you now! Goku: Guess, it's come to this... Goku: Then, will you tell me if I give you some prn magazines? {suggestive magazines? Seems out of line for DBK /KatanaKiwi} Gohan: Dad! Shin: Goku-san! How could you say such a thing? Old: I have no need for such magazines, with my God Sight I can see any bathing or changing scenes I want. Shin: G-Gosenzo-sama! Goku: Then, what if I let you touch some real boobs or a butt sometime? Old: R-Really? Goku: Yeah, sure thing! Goku: He's just like Jiji-cha Kame-sennin! Gohan: Dad, what are you planning to do after telling him such things? Goku: What am I gonna do? Well I can't go back to the Real World anymore. Goku: But you've got a girlfriend, right? That Videl girl. Goku: I feel bad for asking, but could you let him touch her a little? Gohan: W-W-What are you saying?! Don't joke about that! Goku: I see... That is a problem... Goku: Say, can it be a woman that's a little older? Old: Well as long as she's sexy, I guess that's okay. Goku: Okay! Let's ask Bulma! Goku: Go and explain the situation to Bulma! Gohan: I-I'm supposed to ask Bulma-san to let him do that?! Goku: That ability of yours, can it bat Majin Buu? Old: I can't say that with certainty, but I guess it will work. Goku: C'mon, see?! Just by having her boobs and butt touched, the whole world- Main: No, the whole universe can be saved! Gohan: I-Isn't that sexual harassment? Gohan: And I'm supposed to ask her, right? Gohan: Even if the universe is saved, Bulma-san will kll me. Goku: Everything's okay! Old: We have a deal. Goku: So, what's this ability? Old: I can draw out a fighter's hidden power to exceed far beyond their limits, no matter how powerful, using my esper powers! Old: Have you ever heard of such an ability? Goku: What's the big deal? That's a rather common ability... Old: What are you talking about!? Old: I'm surpassing one's limit! Surpassing it! Old: There's no way someone so amazing exists! Goku: I-If you say so... Old: Hey. You were the one that removed the sword, right? Old: Come over here. Gohan: O-Okay. Old: Someone who was able to pull out that sword and wave it as he pleased, Old: under my guidance, Old: can definitely become number one in the universe! Old: But still, Old: pulling out that sword, Old: and letting me out, Old: I thought a Kaioshin would be the one to do it. Old: Yet it was an Earthling... Old: The end must be near... Shin: I-I sincerely apologize. Old: Okay. Stay there and don't move. Gohan: Right! Old: Then, let's begin. Old: Go forth and defeat Majin Buu! Gohan: Uhm... Is this... Old: Silence! Old: This is an important ritual! Gohan: Ritual? This? Goku: Say... Ehm... How long will this take? Old: The ritual takes hours and the power up takes another ! Goku: I'm gonna go take a nap. Goku: Do your best, Gohan. Gohan: You can't... Shin: I-It would be bad if we did not stay awake, right? Kibito: I-It would... Gohan: C-Cruel... Goten/Trunks: Fusion! Ha! Goten/Trunks: Fusion! Ha! Piccolo: Okay. That's good. It's almost perfect. Piccolo: It's about time we see whether or not you can do it. Piccolo: Okay! Make both of your Ki exactly the same. Goten/Trunks: Right! Trunks: W-Will I really be able to become one with him? Trunks: I don't believe it. It's too weird. Piccolo: Good! Start! Goten/Trunks: Right! Goten/Trunks: {back}Fusion! Ha! Oolong: Okay... Goten/Trunks: {back}Fusion! Ha! Goten/Trunks: {back}Fusion! Ha! Oolong: Uhm... Yamcha: Hey! Yamcha: Hey everyone. It seems the kids are finally ready to try the Fusion. Kame: The training is finally over? Kuririn: Let's go see it. Oolong: Hey... Where... Ehm... Uhm... Geez! Yamcha: They said, they'll do it outside. Yamcha: It would be bad if they united and brought out an amazing Ki that destroyed the palace. Kuririn: It seems that if they unite, they'll become an amazing warrior. But what will they look like? Kame: Hm. Those kids are quite similar, so they won't change that much. Kuririn: Maybe they'll become a straight forward macho-man? Chichi: What about their name? What will happen to their name when they unite? Chichi: Since it's Goten and Trunks, maybe it'll be Gotenks or Trunten? Chichi: Either way, neither name seems to fit right... Bulma: What are you saying? Bulma: The fusion only lasts for minutes, so it doesn't matter what their name is, right? Chichi: But won't it be difficult to try and call him? Yamcha: Ah, they're about to do it. Piccolo: Trunks! Suppress your Ki a bit. Trunks: T-This is hard... Trunks: Like this? Piccolo: Good. Your Ki is exactly the same. Piccolo: Now, begin the Fusion! Yamcha: This is it... Goten/Trunks: Fusion! Ha! Bulma: No way... Videl: Amazing! Kuririn: H-Hey... Yamcha: Is that him? Bulma: T-They really will return to normal, right? Chichi: I-I can't love that... Kuririn: T-That's the guy Goku said may be able to surpass Majin Buu? Kuririn: It doesn't look like it, but it's gotta be, right? Yamcha: I-I get it! That Goku... Yamcha: Eye for an eye. Yamcha: Fatass for a fatass. Videl: They're about to do something. Yamcha: They're running. Yamcha: What? Kame: Seems like this is a failure. Piccolo: Hey! That must be it. Piccolo: When you did that "sion", Trunks' fingers were already straight. Piccolo: In this situation it should be formed in a "rock". Piccolo: Understand now? Piccolo: Okay, one more time. Piccolo: Now, hurry up and return to normal. Gotenks: How do we do that? Piccolo: Guess we don't have a choice. Piccolo: We'll have to wait the minutes. Kuririn: How mysterious! You're neither Trunks nor Goten, are you? Kame: How did you end up in such clothes? Videl: Say, what happened to Goten-kun? Yamcha: Do you have a name? Gotenks: Gotenks. Chichi: Ah! See? It's Gotenks, after all. Popo: It's almost been minutes. Bulma: Trunks! {same with chichi} Chichi: Goten! {same with bulma} Goten: I don't know. Yamcha: Hey. How did it feel? Uniting? Kuririn: You don't remember anything? Goten: Y-Yeah. Videl: But you really did unite! Popo: With this, we can see a light of hope. Piccolo: Everyone, leave the small talk for after the fight. Piccolo: We shouldn't be wasting any time right now. Piccolo: Okay, one more time! Piccolo: Now, begin! Goten/Trunks: Fusion! Ha! Kame: This must be another failure. Kuririn: One look can tell you that. Yamcha: Even though he hasn't done anything, he's already tired... Piccolo: Just now, your fingers were off during the "Ha!". Piccolo: One more time! Piccolo: In minutes. Piccolo: Okay, start! Goten/Trunks: Fusion! Ha! Piccolo: That's perfect! Piccolo: He's emerging! Piccolo: The warrior that will defeat Majin Buu! Piccolo: Wha-What?! Kame: W-What a storm of Ki! Kame: They really succeeded! Videl: Amazing! It's amazing! Bulma: I don't really understand, but it really is amazing. Chichi: Yeah, he really does look like he's strong. Videl: What are you saying? Even I can tell that much. Videl: Amazing! It's really amazing! Piccolo: Good, it finally worked. Piccolo: In minutes we'll try to successfully do it in Super Saiyajin form. Gotenks: He-he-he. Aren't you underestimating me? Piccolo: What? Gotenks: This is more than enough to defeat Majin Buu. Piccolo: F-Fool! What are you saying?! Piccolo: You don't know anything about how frightening Majin Buu is! Piccolo: No matter how amazing you are, it's still impossible like that! Piccolo: You will never defeat Majin Buu! Gotenks: Don't take me lightly! Gotenks: Okay, I'll show it to you right away. Gotenks: Majin Buu's body, that is! Piccolo: Hey, wait! Trunten! Popo: No, it's Gotenks. Gotenks: Over there, huh? Gotenks: That's pretty close. Gotenks: Like this, minutes is plenty of time to defeat him and get back. Videl: What speed! Piccolo: You fool! Piccolo: If he gets klled now, everything we've done will be in vain! Kuririn: He sure is confident in himself. Kuririn: Maybe he really will defeat Majin Buu? Yamcha: Yeah, he sure had plenty of confidence. Shin: Are you awake, Goku-san? Goku: Kaioshin-sama... Goku: Is Gohan finished with his power up? Shin: It's only been two hours since they began. Shin: The ritual lasts five hours, so there are still three hours left. Goku: Hey, Gohan! Do your best! Gohan: Geez, Dad... You're saying that like it's easy... Narrator: The Fusion was a success. Narrator: Meanwhile, will Gohan really be able to power up through the ability of the Kaioshin from generations ago? Narrator: The end of the Earth is drawing near! Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: Good! The Fusion has been completed perfectly! Goku: But his character seems to have changed, as well. Gotenks: He-He-He! Even Majin Buu will suffer a beating before the great Gotenks-sama! Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: Who Will Be the One to Defeat the Majin? The Beginning of the Strongest Man!! Gohan: Can they really defeat Majin Buu? DBKai,Goku: Who Will Be the One to Defeat the Majin? DBKai,Goku: The Beginning of the Strongest Man!! Title: Combine Super Warrior Title: Birth!Combine Super Warrior Title: His Name is Gotenks!! Title: His Name is Gotenks!! Main:	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x131 - Find the Nuisances, Babidi's Revenge Plan Begins!!\" / \"Find the Nuisances: Babidi's Retaliation Begins!"}	foreverdreaming
Shin: A generation old... Kibito: Kaioshin-sama! Old: That's right. {Ekhm, Ekhm.} Narrator: Sealed within the Z Sword, this man claims to be able to bring out one's power beyond their limits. Narrator: Meanwhile, after mastering the Fusion poses, Goten and Trunks... Narrator: decided to finally put their training to the test. Narrator: Following Goku's instructions, Goten and Trunks used the uniting technique, Fusion. Narrator: Thanks to their training, the two fused and the super warrior Gotenks was born. Buu: You won't get away! Man: Majin Buu! Buu: I did it! I did it! I did it! Buu: Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Overlaps,Man: {back}Help me! Man: Help me! Buu: What's that? Man: I'm drowning! Man: Thank you... very much! Man: M-Majin Buu! Buu: I hate you. Gotenks: You're a pretty tough bastard. Gotenks: That was just a greeting. Gotenks: Of course, I didn't think it would work. Buu: Who are you?! Gotenks: You're going to die here, anyway. Gotenks: There's no need for me to introduce myself. Buu: Die? Gotenks: Sorry, but I don't have time for small talk. Gotenks: I'll clean you up as fast as possible. Buu: You! Gotenks: Here I come! Gotenks: Take this! Gotenks: Fatass. A Majin they said, and this is all he's got? Gotenks: Oh, this isn't good. Gotenks: I told them that I'd show them his body, but I vaporized it... Gotenks: Well, can't do anything about it now. Gotenks: What?! Buu: You said fatass, didn't you? Buu: You made me mad! {or: I'm mad now!} Gotenks: So? What are you gonna do? Buu: I'll kll you. Gotenks: Too slow! Gotenks: I-Impossible! I'm sure I dodged it! Gotenks: Is he able to see through my moves?! Buu: Die! Soldier: Majin Buu! Soldier: As long as we, The Defense Army, are here, Soldier: we won't let you do as you please! SOldier: Okay! fre! Gotenks: No, don't! Gotenks: This isn't an opponent you can handle! Gotenks: Run away, quickly! Soldier: What?! Buu: Everyone... Everyone... Gotenks: Stop! Buu: Die! Soldier: I-Impossible! Buu: Wanna kll more and more! Kuririn: He's back! Chichi: Goten! Bulma: Trunks! Gotenks: Haha... he bat me into a pulp... Piccolo: I told you so! Piccolo: Listen! Piccolo: The fight with Majin Buu will be tomorrow! Piccolo: Until then, be sure to train hard! Piccolo: If you get even a bit stronger, it'll make the Fusion that much more effective. Piccolo: Understand?! Piccolo: Got it, Trunten?! Popo: Uhm... It's Gotenks... Piccolo: Got it, Gotenks? Narrator: In just one day, about % of the human population and cities were destroyed by Majin Buu's attcks. Narrator: Most died from explsin, but due to his hunger, some people trying to escape were turned into sweets and eaten. Narrator: At that time, the people of Earth could not just sit back and watch. Narrator: They sent the army a couple of times, but as expected, they were no match. Narrator: Now, on the verge of extinction, Narrator: everyone realizes it is useless, Narrator: and wherever you look, everything is gone. Narrator: But the people remaining have not completely given in to despair. Narrator: Why? Thought/Flashback/Narrator: Because, thanks to a radio broadcast, they know that their savior is still alive. Narrator: Everyone is waiting for their savior to awaken. Narrator: The one who overwhelmed Cell, the strongest in the world- Narrator: No, the strongest in the universe. Narrator: The proud, invincible legend. The strongest man... Narrator: The Champion, that has been sleeping in a shelter to heal his fatigue from the Martial Arts Tournament. Narrator: Mr. Satan has awakened! Crowd: Satan! Satan! Satan! Satan! Satan: Don't worry! I will defeat Majin Buu for sure! Man: Please, be careful! Satan: Everyone understands, after all. Satan: The only one who can defeat Majin Buu is the number one fighter in the universe, Mr. Satan! Satan: That's Majin Buu's house, huh? Man: Y-Yes, that's right, Mr. Satan. Satan: Okay, leave the rest to me. Satan: You guys go back and wait for the good news. Man: Yes! We leave it in your hands. Man: Please, protect the world's peace! Man: Uhm, Mr. Satan... What's that bag? Satan: This? Satan: For now, let's just say it's a secret wapon for defeating Majin Buu. Man: Wow, a secret wapon. Man: That's so reliable! Satan: You guys can wait on the big boat. {probably some kind of metaphor here...} Satan: Okay! I guess I'll go silence him right away! Satan: I'll make him regret this. Satan: Because the strongest man in the universe, Mr. Satan-sama, is here on Earth! {literaly he said that Buu he will make buu regret that mr satana the strongest bla bla bla is on Earth or something like that but it didn't sound so good so I changed it a little. If you want it literal, feel free to change it back} Satan: Nailed it. Satan: Hey! Majin Buu! Come out! Mr. Satan-sama has come for you! Satan: What's wrong, huh? Satan: Don't wanna come out, you coward? Satan: If it's like that, I'll come to you! Satan: Prepare yourself! Satan: I'll bat you, smack you, ht you, and turn you into a pulp! Man: Uhm, Mr. Satan? Man: Is your throat hurting? Man: He won't hear you using such a quiet voice. Satan: Well, this is... Man: I know! I'll address him for you! Man: Hey, hey! Majin Buu! Get out here! Man: You're finished now- Satan: You fool! Idiot! If you say it that loud, he will hear you! Satan: It seems we weren't noticed... Satan: Geez, if you're here, you'll only get in my way. So go back already! Both: Right! Man: Then, we'll leave the rest to you. Man: Be careful. Man: Please save the Earth! Satan: Tell the press that Mr. Satan will bring peace! Satan: Now, the nuisance is gone. Satan: I wonder if Majin Buu is even here... Satan: Maybe he's not here? Satan: He's gone. Satan: You got scared, Majin Buu?! Satan: Nothing I can do about that. Satan: Since he's not here... Satan: We can't fight. Satan: The only thing I can do now is go home. Satan: Idiot! Fatass! Fart! Satan: I'm so sorry, Majin Buu-sama! Satan: Everything I said now was a lie! A lie! Satan: I'm sorry! Satan: I look up to you!{I respect you!} Satan: Lizard... Satan: You bastard! Scaring me like that! Satan: You! You! You think I would be scared of someone like Buu?! Buu: Yahoo! Satan: Well, well, if it isn't Majin Buu-sama. Hello. Satan: It's really a pleasure to meet you. Really and truly. Buu: What sweet do you want to be turned into and eaten? Candy? Biscuit? Gum? Satan: No, no, no! P-Please wait a second! Satan: I have a fabulous present for you! Satan: I-It's a small thing but... Buu: I don't want small things! I'll kll you! Satan: It's not really that small! Satan: It's high class chocolate! Please! Buu: Chocolate! What is a high class? Satan: It means it's really expensive and tasty! Satan: Ha! You ate it. You ate it, idiot! Satan: There's a lot of deadly poison in that chocolate! Satan: Soon, you'll be in so much pain- Buu: It's yummy. It's tastier than human chocolate. Satan: I see... Satan: Your next present is this! A Gamepoy! Buu: What's that? Satan: You finish him like this! Buu: It's hard! Satan: Let's change the game to something easier! Buu: This one... is hard... too... Satan: Okay... Now! This is my chance! Satan: Die! Satan: The End! Buu: Hey, that was a little interesting just now! Satan: T-Thank you... Buu: You're funny, so I'll make you my servant. Satan: T-Thank you very much... Buu: You can have this. Buu: It's human candy. Buu: It's good. Now, eat. Satan: Yes, thank you very much. Itadakimasu. Satan: Delicious. Satan: It's a very tasty kind of candy. Satan: So full of flavor. Buu: What is it? Buu: Is something there? Satan: Uhm... Ehm... I thought I saw a glimpse of a shadow there... Buu: Then, let's k*ll it! Satan: Fabulous. The best. Satan: You're the best. Satan: Uhm, would it be possible for us to take a picture together? Satan: For commemoration. Satan: Ah, yes. Please lie sprawled out here. Buu: Like this? Satan: Sorry, but it's just fashionable to take pictures like that. Satan: For now, I got a good picture. Satan: Buu-sama, are you hungry? Satan: I'm good at cooking! Buu-sama! Satan: Now, now! A tasty meal has been prepared! Satan: Please, eat up. Satan: Oh my, you must be tired. You've been working so hard. Satan: Don't get too comfortable, you fatass. Satan: Remember this! Satan: Do not underestimate me! Goku: Hey, I'm Goku! Goku: How's it going Gohan? Is the Power-up ritual over? Goku: What? There's still hours left?! Picccolo: Okay! Perform the Fusion after becoming Super Saiyajin! Piccolo: You'll definitely surpass Goku and Vegeta. Goku: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai! Goku: The Power-Up Continues!? Perfected! Super Gotenks! Gohan: Ah... Kaioshin-sama, you were asleep just now, weren't you? DBKai,Goku: The Power-Up Continues!{\r)}? DBKai,Goku: Perfected! Super Gotenks! Title: Who Will Be the One to Defeat the Majin? Title: Who Will Be the One to Defeat the Majin? Title: The Beginning of the Strongest Man!! Title: The Beginning of the Strongest Man!! DBKai:	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x132 - The Time of Ordeal, Attain the Legendary Power!\" / \"A Time of Trials! Lay Hold of Legendary Powers!"}	foreverdreaming
Overconfident, Gotenks took off by himself, but was easily defeated by Boo. However, there is still one last remaining hope for the Earth. The world champion, Mr Satan, now stepped forward to put down Majin Boo! You're funny, so I'll make you my servant. T-Thank you so much...! Now, now, my delicious cooking is ready! Help yourself! Oh, you must be tired! You've been working so hard! Don't get too carried away, fatso! You get this straight now! Don't you underestimate me! ButterflyCore: kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore: yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore: VS. saikyō no rival wa jibun ButterflyCore: dōmyaku o hashiru chi ga hi e to tagiri ButterflyCore: kōfun mo power mo max ButterflyCore: sabitsuita mirai kojiakeraretara ButterflyCore: rekishi yo ‘kiseki’ to yobe ButterflyCore: kizutsuku tabi tsuyoku nareta ButterflyCore: dakara yasashisa wa yowasa ja nai ButterflyCore: genkai-{}kun o funzuke jump! ButterflyCore: zetsubō-{}chan mo hug-shite dance! ButterflyCore: gorgeous! fukkatsu wa ButterflyCore: Dragon Ball ni onegai! ButterflyCore: kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore: yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore: VS. mirai wa kyōgaku no spectacle ButterflyCore: kū-zen-zetsu-go! ButterflyCore : kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore : yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore : VS. saikyō no rival wa jibun ButterflyCore : dōmyaku o hashiru chi ga hi e to tagiri ButterflyCore : kōfun mo power mo max ButterflyCore : sabitsuita mirai kojiakeraretara ButterflyCore : rekishi yo ‘kiseki’ to yobe ButterflyCore : kizutsuku tabi tsuyoku nareta ButterflyCore : dakara yasashisa wa yowasa ja nai ButterflyCore : genkai-{}kun o funzuke jump! ButterflyCore : zetsubō-{}chan mo hug-shite dance! ButterflyCore : gorgeous! fukkatsu wa ButterflyCore : Dragon Ball ni onegai! ButterflyCore : kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore : yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore : VS. mirai wa kyōgaku no spectacle ButterflyCore : kū-zen-zetsu-go! OPTL: Shall we compare our Kame-Kame Hame Has? OPTL: Shall we compare the size of our dreams? OPTL: VS. — Your greatest rival is yourself OPTL: Boil the blood running through your veins into fre OPTL: Take your excitement and power to the max! OPTL: If I force open the rusted door to the future OPTL: Then history will call it a miracle! OPTL: Every time I get hurt, I get back up stronger OPTL: My kindness doesn't mean that I'm weak OPTL: Step on my cute little limits and jump! OPTL: Give my sweet little despair a hug and dance! OPTL: My gorgeous revival... OPTL: ...will be left up to the Dragon Balls! OPTL: Shall we compare our Kame-Kame Hame Has? OPTL: Shall we compare the size of our dreams? OPTL: VS. — The future is a shocking spectacle... OPTL: The greatest of all time! TitleCard: The Power-up Continues?! TitleCard: He's Complete! Super Gotenks! TitleCard: The Power-up Continues?! TitleCard: He's Complete! Super Gotenks! It's just about time, right? Gokū-san! It's finished! I got bored and fell asleep! You can have a seat now. That was splendid, honourable forefather! How about it? Gohan, did ya get any stronger? Don't be foolish! The ceremony just ended. The power-up will take another twenty hours! Let's begin. Listen, it's a simple matter. You just have to sit still there and concentrate. I have to sit still again? Just put up with it! With just this, power beyond your limits is almost yours! That's a small price, isn't it? There's no time, right? Let's begin right away. Understood. Damn you, Majin Boo! The next time we meet...! Now see here. If you move, I can't swab this on, you know! That hurts! What are you talkin' about?! You brought this on yourself! Listen, Goten, you're all I got left. So you can't be gettin' reckless like earlier! Got it? Y-Yes... You too, Trunks. R-Right... That's right! You two are Earth's only hope! Learn your lesson from this, and don't act reckless again! Piccolo-san? What is it? My Dad was really strong, right? Do you think I can surpass him? I want to defend the Earth, like my Dad tried to! And because of that, I have to become even stronger than him! Trunks...! Within you two... The blood of warriors that once made the impossible happen flows within your veins. One day, you'll surpass him. I'm sure of it! Now, let's start training! Right! Stick with it, Trunks! Goten-chan, you stick with it too! Hey, Kaiōshin-sama, they've been like that for some time now. Can this -generation-previous or whatever Kaiōshin-sama really draw out Gohan's incredible power for him? W-Well... I think it'll be fine. He certainly seemed to be quite sure of himself. U-Um, Kaiōshin-sama? Kaiōshin-sama! W-What? You were just sleeping, weren't you? D-Don't be ridiculous! T-There's no way I would go to sleep! I was totally awake! I don't believe you. Well, it may have looked that way, to an amateur. And Kaiōshin don't lie, you know. Well, this is no time for idle chat, right? Let's continue, let's continue. 'This probably won't work.' That's what Gohan's thinking. All right! We're about to begin! It's Super Saiyan Fusion! Right! Now listen up! This time, even if your Fusion is successful, don't get carried away! You know Majin Boo's strength now, right? We know! All right. Do it! Okay, your ki are exactly the same. Begin the Fusion! Fusion Ha! A-Awesome! He's awesome! They did it! It's a complete success! Your ki is certainly incredible, but what about your movements? Show me a bit of what you got. Are you sure? You really want me to do it here? W-What?! I can't guarantee that the buildings here won't get all broken up! I'll do it down on the ground! W-Wait! Yahoo! It's no good! He's just as cocky as before! His speed is insane! Maybe I overdid it a little on the speed. Think I'll take a quick break. You're so slow! What took you so long? I went around the Earth many times over, and even took a short nap! It's because you flew off on your own! I've been looking for you! My speed alone should tell you everything. See what wildly incredible power I have? You sure do. However... Which means our test is over! W-Wait! I'll go finish off that annoying Majin Boo then! Hey! You fool! What a brat! You can only stay merged for another minute, you moron! Lousy Majin Boo! This isn't going to go the same way it did last time! You're going to be sorry you ever came across me! Yay! Yo, yo, yo! Majin Boo! You fatso! Show your face! Who's there?! Who's talking bad about me?! Hey! There, you see? It's just your imagination! Is there anyone that would say anything like 'Yo, yo' to you? Where have you been off playing?! We weren't off playing, we went to Majin Boo's place. I'm telling you that once your Fusion comes undone, you are to return here immediately! Piccolo-san, did you watch us? I didn't have to watch you. Everyone here at least knows that after thirty minutes, you return to normal! We don't have time to waste right now! Don't go off by yourselves again! As if he were snuggling up to Nello, Patrasche died as well. The townspeople learned about what had happened, and reflected to themselves, 'Ah, we did such a cruel thing!' That was funny! How fun! How fun! Er, where are you off to? Gonna go kll more people. You wanna go with me? N-No, I'll stay here and, um, cook something until you come back. Really? Your stuff is yummy, so I look forward to it! Of course! Brace yourself for some top-notch delicious cooking, if you please! Well, I'm off! See you back later! Good luck! Stupid bastard! Don't get too carried away with yourself! Laugh it up now, while you still can! Majin Boo will be blown to bits when I set off all this dynamite! There's enough destructive power here to blow up a tnk, in any case! I just have to push this remote control switch, and it's 'The End'! I will be the one who saves the Earth! I'll just hide it in here! Hurry on back here, Majin Boo! I am a hero after all! H-He's back here already! I-I deeply apologise! I-I am still in the middle of making your meal! Hey, here. I-Is something the matter with that dog? He doesn't get afraid. He won't run away. No matter how much I listen, I don't know what he's saying. Do you know? I-I do not know what he's saying, but it appears his leg is injured, does it not? That is why he does not run away. Oh, is that it? I'll heal your injury for you, so you get scared and run away! There, run away! I'll kll you. What's with him? He doesn't run away, even though his injury is healed. He's happy because you helped him! He's taken a liking to you, Boo-san! He likes me? That's right! He likes you, he likes you! His tail is wagging, right? That means he's happy! He's like you. You like me too. T-That's right! I'm kind of happy. Here! Eat this chocolate! Oh, no, no! Chocolate won't do! It has to be dog food or something! Dog food? What's that? I don't know that! I know! Shall I go buy some dog food? O-Okay, I'll go buy some, so please wait here for me! Okay! This is my cha-ance! You're finished! Now you're finished, Majin Boo! H-He looks so happy... Well, that's okay. I can do this a bit later. The puppy is there too, and all... Damn it all... There, you see? He's happy to eat this! Yucky. U-Um, Majin Boo-sama, can I humbly ask you one thing? What is it? W-W-Why is it you k-kll people and destroy buildings and such? Because it's fun! T-That's all?! Bibbidi and Bobbidi both said I can do that to play. A-And who are they? Those unpleasant guys that made me! Y-You mustn't listen to those disagreeable guys! You shouldn't be klling and destroying things and whatnot! N-No, that's fine! That's all fine, if you find it to be fun! I-I am so sorry! You think it's a bad thing? Y-Yeah, well... Okay, I'll stop! Y-You're not going to kll anyone any more? Mm-hmm. Y-You're not going to destroy anywhere else? Mm-hmm. I-I-I did it! I did it! I really am the hero! I've done it! The world champion, Mr Satan, has saved the world again! Here... Master, it's around here! Majin Boo's house! This is gonna be fun! We're going after him, and we're going to kll him! He brought the ball right back, see? Great! Great! All right! Once again! Once again! Go! That's one down!! Huh? Young master, that fellow with Majin Boo there! It's Mr Satan! H-How did this happen?! A single, unfeeling sh*t from a heartless villain... Will all of Mr Satan's efforts be in vain? OhYeah!!!!!!!: hadaka no mama de ii OhYeah!!!!!!!: kodomo-mitai yume ga mitai OhYeah!!!!!!!: oto ni awashite OhYeah!!!!!!!: utau kara kimi mo dō? OhYeah!!!!!!!: kanashimu yori waratte'tai yo OhYeah!!!!!!!: korogatteiku fuantei na michi o OhYeah!!!!!!!: tatakau yori tanoshindemiyō OhYeah!!!!!!!: tadayotte'ru fuantei na hibi o OhYeah!!!!!!!: kibō no nami ni notte OhYeah!!!!!!!: hora mae o muite OhYeah!!!!!!!: yattekanakucha EDTL: Why don't we just stay naked? EDTL: Seeking dreams just like children EDTL: I'm gonna sing along EDTL: So why don't you try? EDTL: I'd rather smile than be sad EDTL: Let the bumpy roads just roll by EDTL: I'd rather have fun than fight EDTL: Let the unsteady days just float by EDTL: Set off on the waves of hope EDTL: Always keep looking ahead EDTL: Just give it a try Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: TitleCard: Another Majin Born From Anger! Another Majin came out of Majin Boo!	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x133 - Delay Majin Buu, The Limit! Super Saiyan 3!!\" / \"Hold Majin Buu in Check! Limit \u2014 Super Saiyan 3!"}	foreverdreaming
This is the fearsome Majin Boo, who has destroyed % of the Earth's people and cities. And yet… I'll heal your injury for you, so you get scared and run away! There, run away! He doesn't run away, even though his injury is healed. He's happy because you helped him! He's taken a liking to you, Boo-san! He likes me? That's right! He likes you, he likes you! His tail is wagging, right? That means he's happy! He's like you. You like me too. T-That's right! I'm kind of happy. W-W-Why is it you k-kll people and destroy buildings and such? Because it's fun! You shouldn't be klling and destroying things and whatnot! N-No, that's fine! That's all fine, if you find it to be fun! You think it's a bad thing? Y-Yeah, well... Okay, I'll stop! Y-You're not going to kll anyone any more? Y-You're not going to destroy anywhere else? I-I-I did it! Just as a subtle change was starting to take place within Boo's heart... That's one down!! A single bllet fired by an idiot ruined everything. ButterflyCore: kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore: yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore: VS. saikyō no rival wa jibun ButterflyCore: dōmyaku o hashiru chi ga hi e to tagiri ButterflyCore: kōfun mo power mo max ButterflyCore: sabitsuita mirai kojiakeraretara ButterflyCore: rekishi yo ‘kiseki’ to yobe ButterflyCore: kizutsuku tabi tsuyoku nareta ButterflyCore: dakara yasashisa wa yowasa ja nai ButterflyCore: genkai-{}kun o funzuke jump! ButterflyCore: zetsubō-{}chan mo hug-shite dance! ButterflyCore: gorgeous! fukkatsu wa ButterflyCore: Dragon Ball ni onegai! ButterflyCore: kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore: yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore: VS. mirai wa kyōgaku no spectacle ButterflyCore: kū-zen-zetsu-go! ButterflyCore : kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore : yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore : VS. saikyō no rival wa jibun ButterflyCore : dōmyaku o hashiru chi ga hi e to tagiri ButterflyCore : kōfun mo power mo max ButterflyCore : sabitsuita mirai kojiakeraretara ButterflyCore : rekishi yo ‘kiseki’ to yobe ButterflyCore : kizutsuku tabi tsuyoku nareta ButterflyCore : dakara yasashisa wa yowasa ja nai ButterflyCore : genkai-{}kun o funzuke jump! ButterflyCore : zetsubō-{}chan mo hug-shite dance! ButterflyCore : gorgeous! fukkatsu wa ButterflyCore : Dragon Ball ni onegai! ButterflyCore : kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore : yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore : VS. mirai wa kyōgaku no spectacle ButterflyCore : kū-zen-zetsu-go! OPTL: Shall we compare our Kame-Kame Hame Has? OPTL: Shall we compare the size of our dreams? OPTL: VS. — Your greatest rival is yourself OPTL: Boil the blood running through your veins into fre OPTL: Take your excitement and power to the max! OPTL: If I force open the rusted door to the future OPTL: Then history will call it a miracle! OPTL: Every time I get hurt, I get back up stronger OPTL: My kindness doesn't mean that I'm weak OPTL: Step on my cute little limits and jump! OPTL: Give my sweet little despair a hug and dance! OPTL: My gorgeous revival... OPTL: ...will be left up to the Dragon Balls! OPTL: Shall we compare our Kame-Kame Hame Has? OPTL: Shall we compare the size of our dreams? OPTL: VS. — The future is a shocking spectacle... OPTL: The greatest of all time! TitleCard: Another Majin TitleCard: Born From Anger! TitleCard: Another Majin TitleCard: Born From Anger! W-Who did this...? W-What are those imbeciles doing?! H-How could they! Why would the hero Mr Satan be with Majin Boo? Hmph! What do I care?! I'll just blow them both away at once! We will be the new heroes in Satan's place! Burn in hell! Take that! I blew them to pieces! You sure did it, young master! This is the birth of a new hero, who saved the Earth from Majin Boo! H-Hey! H-He's still standing! He's not blown to bits! He moved! He's still alive! D-Damn that guy! W-Why you...! You'll pay! You'll pay for this! W-What?! Damn you! You jackass! You're gonna...! You're gonna...! You're gonna...! Get the hell out of here! You're lower than dirt. Damn it, what a cruel thing to do... M-Majin Boo-san! He's still barely alive! Quickly! Quickly! How about it? Can you heal him? If he's not dad, I can heal him. We did it! We did it! We did it! We did it, we did it, we did it! We did it, we did it, we did it, we did it, we did it, we did it! We did it, we did it! W-What's going on here? What's that moron doing with Majin Boo? W-We just might be able to make it through this without fighting! But still... He's still dangerous—that hasn't changed. You must be tired, Goten. Here, drink up! Trunks! Goten! What are you doing? We're going to train right now! Again? I want to rest a little. We just barely got back here. You saw the power we had during our Fusion, right?! Leave the destruction of Boo to us! Don't get so full of yourself! You must perfect your Fusion further! Your power is still not enough! There's no time to be playing around! Piccolo, what are you lordin' it over on them so much for?! Don't go bullyin' Goten around just because you figure Gokū-sa's gone! B-Bullying? That's right! Who do you think you are?! Goten and Trunks are still children! This is usually the time they'd be takin' their naps, you know! If you keep training them this hard, then when the time comes, they'll be all tired out and get beaten! Let them rest for a little while! A-All right. So then, for a short while, we'll take a break. But after you've rested a bit, we're going to train even harder than before! Yeah! I'm hungry! Let's go eat something, Goten! Don't go overdoin' it, Goten! You're still a child, after all! In a pinch, you can leave the fightin' up to the adults! Okay, Mum! You too, Trunks! Got it? I got it! Do you think they'll be all right? There's still one day left before the appointed time. We'll manage something. Okay, now, spread those legs! One-two! One-two! One-two! One-two! Right, one more time! One-two! One-two! One-two! One-two! That 'two' pose is perfect... There now! See you again next week! I wonder if the Earth is okay while we're here doing this... You were just thinking if everything is okay while we're doing this, right? I told you at the beginning, the power-up requires hours. Just relax and sit there. Did you forget that Kaiōshin don't lie? No! In that case, fine. Right. Now then... Is this Bulma or whoever girl a fine woman? Your father made me a promise, you know. Once I draw your power out beyond your bounds, a middle-aged woman called 'Bulma' or something would let me touch her on the boobs and behind. Kaiōshin-sama, shouldn't you be concentrating harder? I'm no amateur at this! If I couldn't concentrate while doing this little, I couldn't be a Kaiōshin! Well, how about it? Sure, she's a downright beauty. T-That so? Then there's no time to waste. A downright beauty... I have to power you up quickly! I knew we could rely on our honourable forefather. He's found his concentration. Really? With him focused like this, everything is all right. Great! Bravo, bravo! All finished! How splendid! I was sure to make a room for you, too. Thank you so much! And now, come see this. This is your home. How nice for you, huh?! Yo! Is the yummy stuff done yet? I'm finishing now, please wait just a moment longer. 'Kay! Under it all, Boo's just like an innocent child. He won't be klling anyone now! Thank goodness, thank goodness, thank goodness! Yo! Ready yet? Yes, right now! Sorry to keep you waiting. It's absolutely delicious! You'll eat with me too? Y-Yes! Shall I wash your back? You get in with us! It's all right for me to get in with you? Don't be so restrained. Get in! Right! Very well then, if you'll pardon the intrusion... S-S-Sorry about that! Fun, huh? Y-Yes, and the water is just the right temperature. Fun! Fun! Fun, huh? Y-Yes! That bath was just right! Er, if it is all right with you, could you let me take a picture together with you? Please, as a memento. That's it! A little more like... please, sprawl yourself out. Like this? Pardon me, but taking pictures like this is in fashion! I guess I took advantage of Boo's innocent heart and wasn't very scrupulous about this. I don't need this! I'm hungry! Cook something yummy for me! He just ate a little while ago. Okay, okay! I'll cook something right away! Something yummy! Something yummy! Something yummy! Something yummy! Something yummy! Something yummy! Something yummy! For dessert, the chocolate you brought will be fine! They're yummy, after all! Right! You miserable traitor! You act like a hero, yet you went and became Boo's underling?! W-Why you...! Yo! Isn't it ready yet? Miserable traitor! Die! Serves you right! Satan...! Boo! Don't think this is over yet! Still alive... U-Unbelievable! Y-You saved me! Thank you, Boo-sama! B-Boo-sama? Majin Boo-sama! I-Is something the matter? Run... away... with the dog... far... away...! Y-You'll die! D-Die? What do you mean? Hurry! R-Right! Farther awa-ay! Right! What is it?! W-What's this? T-This isn't any trick...! What does this mean, exactly? I feel a tremendously evil ki coming from the new one that came out. Boo's inner evil seems to have been forced out! Due to Majin Boo's intense anger, the evil inside him swelled up and sprung out as another Majin Boo! In other words, he's been divided into a purely evil Majin Boo, and a naïve Majin Boo. Why you...! What's the matter, Kaiōshin-sama? S-Something's happening on Earth right now! Who are you?! Who are you?! I'm Majin Boo! I'm Majin Boo! T-There are two Majin Boos! W-What is going on?! P-Piccolo-san, w-what's happening? Two Majin Boos. The Earth may never return to normal now! OhYeah!!!!!!!: hadaka no mama de ii OhYeah!!!!!!!: kodomo-mitai yume ga mitai OhYeah!!!!!!!: oto ni awashite OhYeah!!!!!!!: utau kara kimi mo dō? OhYeah!!!!!!!: kanashimu yori waratte'tai yo OhYeah!!!!!!!: korogatteiku fuantei na michi o OhYeah!!!!!!!: tatakau yori tanoshindemiyō OhYeah!!!!!!!: tadayotte'ru fuantei na hibi o OhYeah!!!!!!!: kibō no nami ni notte OhYeah!!!!!!!: hora mae o muite OhYeah!!!!!!!: yattekanakucha EDTL: Why don't we just stay naked? EDTL: Seeking dreams just like children EDTL: I'm gonna sing along EDTL: So why don't you try? EDTL: I'd rather smile than be sad EDTL: Let the bumpy roads just roll by EDTL: I'd rather have fun than fight EDTL: Let the unsteady days just float by EDTL: Set off on the waves of hope EDTL: Always keep looking ahead EDTL: Just give it a try Yo! It's me, Gokū! A battle between the two Boos has gn. But it looks like the original one lost most of his power! We're gonna be in big trouble at this rate! Boo, go for it! But I guess they're both Majin Boo, huh? That sure makes it hard to root for him. Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: TitleCard: Boo Swallowed Boo The New Majin att*cks!! This new Majin gives me a sinister feeling…	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x134 - Standing Up For Himself, Buu's Rebellion!\" / \"True Worth Beginning to Show - The Treacherous Buu!"}	foreverdreaming
Run away... with the dog... far away! You'll die! Boo's intense anger gave birth to another, purely evil Boo. There are two Majin Boos now! What is going to happen to the Earth?! ButterflyCore: kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore: yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore: VS. saikyō no rival wa jibun ButterflyCore: dōmyaku o hashiru chi ga hi e to tagiri ButterflyCore: kōfun mo power mo max ButterflyCore: sabitsuita mirai kojiakeraretara ButterflyCore: rekishi yo ‘kiseki’ to yobe ButterflyCore: kizutsuku tabi tsuyoku nareta ButterflyCore: dakara yasashisa wa yowasa ja nai ButterflyCore: genkai-{}kun o funzuke jump! ButterflyCore: zetsubō-{}chan mo hug-shite dance! ButterflyCore: gorgeous! fukkatsu wa ButterflyCore: Dragon Ball ni onegai! ButterflyCore: kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore: yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore: VS. mirai wa kyōgaku no spectacle ButterflyCore: kū-zen-zetsu-go! ButterflyCore : kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore : yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore : VS. saikyō no rival wa jibun ButterflyCore : dōmyaku o hashiru chi ga hi e to tagiri ButterflyCore : kōfun mo power mo max ButterflyCore : sabitsuita mirai kojiakeraretara ButterflyCore : rekishi yo ‘kiseki’ to yobe ButterflyCore : kizutsuku tabi tsuyoku nareta ButterflyCore : dakara yasashisa wa yowasa ja nai ButterflyCore : genkai-{}kun o funzuke jump! ButterflyCore : zetsubō-{}chan mo hug-shite dance! ButterflyCore : gorgeous! fukkatsu wa ButterflyCore : Dragon Ball ni onegai! ButterflyCore : kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore : yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore : VS. mirai wa kyōgaku no spectacle ButterflyCore : kū-zen-zetsu-go! OPTL: Shall we compare our Kame-Kame Hame Has? OPTL: Shall we compare the size of our dreams? OPTL: VS. — Your greatest rival is yourself OPTL: Boil the blood running through your veins into fre OPTL: Take your excitement and power to the max! OPTL: If I force open the rusted door to the future OPTL: Then history will call it a miracle! OPTL: Every time I get hurt, I get back up stronger OPTL: My kindness doesn't mean that I'm weak OPTL: Step on my cute little limits and jump! OPTL: Give my sweet little despair a hug and dance! OPTL: My gorgeous revival... OPTL: ...will be left up to the Dragon Balls! OPTL: Shall we compare our Kame-Kame Hame Has? OPTL: Shall we compare the size of our dreams? OPTL: VS. — The future is a shocking spectacle... OPTL: The greatest of all time! TitleCard: Boo Swallowed Boo TitleCard: The New Majin attcks!! TitleCard: Boo Swallowed Boo TitleCard: The New Majin attcks!! H-Hang in there, Majin Boo! What are you doing, Majin Boo?! Get him! Get him, Majin Boo! Don't you lose, Majin Boo! They're both Majin Boo, huh? That sure makes it hard to root for him. Nice going, Boo! Attaway! Keep it up like that! We're in trouble! There's no chance the original Boo can win! When they split in two, the evil Boo took most of their power with him! At this rate...! I-I'll turn you into chocolate! H-He's turned into something funny again! W-What's going on?! What's that? Is that Majin Boo? That's an incredible ki! What exactly is happening on Earth?! H-How can this be?! Hey, Piccolo, what was that just now? Majin Boo has transformed! Thanks to a foolish Earthling, he became pure evil, and now his body is more suited to fighting. T-This... This means...! W-What, Piccolo? Don't tell me this means more trouble! I-It's all right! Trunks and Goten have their Fusion! Gokū said Fusion was the strongest there is, didn't he? Hopefully he was right... This ki's gotta be Majin Boo! Just what's goin' on?! A-A good question. U-Umm, can I ask you to please power me up a little faster? At this rate, the Earth will be lost before I have a chance to save it! Don't worry. I'm giving it my all. I really don't believe that. Owowow... Ow... Die! Huh? Huh? He's gone! He's gone! H-He was afraid! He was afraid of me, Mr Satan, and ran away! I know it! I know he did! That's only right! I am the strongest man in the world! Not even Majin Boo is so reckless that he would fight with me! H-He heard that...! Sa... tan... We're saved...! B-Boo... still remembers me...! Piccolo-san, what do you suppose will happen to the Earth now? Either way, all we can do is strengthen Trunks and Goten. Those two half-pints are the last card we have left to play. Once the break is over, we'll begin training immediately! What's the matter, Piccolo?! He's coming! He's headed right here! Oh, no! This Majin Boo can sense our ki! W-Who the hell is that?! This is the new Boo? I knew it. Here you are. W-We'll be klled! W-What an incredible ki! Gimme! Gimme!!! Gimme? What the hell do you want us to give you? Tell us! Gimme the guy who will fight me. He promised that guy would fight me. I want to do it now and kll him. He has to be here. I know there's a great power here. It's the only place he could be. H-He can sense ki after all. We're done for! What was that voice just now?! W-Who's here makin' all that noise? What?! Who is that?! Gimme the guy I'm supposed to fight. That guy who turned his hair golden made me a promise. The three who you're lookin' for are guaranteed to appear in three—no, two days! So until then, don't do anythin', just wait! Are those guys strong? Stop killin' people for no reason! Gimme. W-Wait! To be sure, those two are here. But right now, they are sleeping. Wake them, we'll fight! T-They just barely went to sleep! Let them sleep a little while longer! I beg you! They still aren't at their full power yet! And if you want a good fight, you'll want to go against warriors at their full power, right? It's just no good. I hate waiting! T-The promise was for two days afterwards. There's still another day! I changed my mind. My mind changes fast. Gimme! He's come to fight Trunks and Goten-kun! He's gotta be kiddin'! Who's gonna let somethin' like that happen?! I'm gonna go shoo that guy away! W-Wait! Chichi, he ain't the kind of foe you can do anythin' about! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go, I tell you! Let me go! Pa, let go of me! Let me go! Gimme the strong guy! If I let Goten and Trunks fight now, there's absolutely no chance of them winning. Somehow, I have to buy us some time. Gimme the strong guy! Please! Wait just a moment! Just a little while more will be fine! T-That's right! You said you were going to kll every Earthling, didn't you? There's still a great deal of people who are still alive! You can fight after you're done with that, can't you? Piccolo-san! We'll be sure to bring you back to life with the Dragon Balls! My apologies to those of you who survived! What's this? So that's it! He's looking over the condition of the lower realm! Is he thinking of taking off to kll those remaining people? Still, at least it will buy us some time! What is he walking around for?! He thinks he's so great! Kuririn... Go wake up Trunks and Goten right now and take them to the Room of Spirit and Time. They'll train in there. In that place, they can do a lot of training in a short time. Huh? Why don't you want them to fight right away? Can't you feel his enormous power? In his state, there's no way that the little squirts could bat him, even with Fusion. Tell those half-pints that if they don't want to die while they're still little scamps, they better train for all they're worth in there. Okay! Majin Boo has become the very essence of evil, and now, he has even arrived at the temple! Gohan's training has yet to finish. Is there anything that can actually be done? OhYeah!!!!!!!: hadaka no mama de ii OhYeah!!!!!!!: kodomo-mitai yume ga mitai OhYeah!!!!!!!: oto ni awashite OhYeah!!!!!!!: utau kara kimi mo dō? OhYeah!!!!!!!: kanashimu yori waratte'tai yo OhYeah!!!!!!!: korogatteiku fuantei na michi o OhYeah!!!!!!!: tatakau yori tanoshindemiyō OhYeah!!!!!!!: tadayotte'ru fuantei na hibi o OhYeah!!!!!!!: kibō no nami ni notte OhYeah!!!!!!!: hora mae o muite OhYeah!!!!!!!: yattekanakucha EDTL: Why don't we just stay naked? EDTL: Seeking dreams just like children EDTL: I'm gonna sing along EDTL: So why don't you try? EDTL: I'd rather smile than be sad EDTL: Let the bumpy roads just roll by EDTL: I'd rather have fun than fight EDTL: Let the unsteady days just float by EDTL: Set off on the waves of hope EDTL: Always keep looking ahead EDTL: Just give it a try Yo! It's me, Gokū! That rotten Majin Boo...! Goten and Trunks ain't got no chance of beatin' him now! I k*lled all the Earthlings. Now lemme fight the strong guy! Just give them an hour... Just let them have an hour to train! Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: TitleCard: Racing Toward Disaster! A -Hour Time Limit!! But will Majin Boo really wait patiently for an hour...?	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x135 - Awful Looking!? Special Training, Fusion Pose!\" / \"Silly Looking? Drilling the Fusion Pose!"}	foreverdreaming
Boo's anger and rage materialised and formed into a new Majin Boo. There are two Majin Boos now! I-I'll turn you into chocolate! Boo transformed once again, becoming a Majin Boo who was the very essence of evil. Oh, no! This Majin Boo can sense our ki! Is there anything that can actually be done? ButterflyCore: kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore: yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore: VS. saikyō no rival wa jibun ButterflyCore: dōmyaku o hashiru chi ga hi e to tagiri ButterflyCore: kōfun mo power mo max ButterflyCore: sabitsuita mirai kojiakeraretara ButterflyCore: rekishi yo ‘kiseki’ to yobe ButterflyCore: kizutsuku tabi tsuyoku nareta ButterflyCore: dakara yasashisa wa yowasa ja nai ButterflyCore: genkai-{}kun o funzuke jump! ButterflyCore: zetsubō-{}chan mo hug-shite dance! ButterflyCore: gorgeous! fukkatsu wa ButterflyCore: Dragon Ball ni onegai! ButterflyCore: kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore: yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore: VS. mirai wa kyōgaku no spectacle ButterflyCore: kū-zen-zetsu-go! ButterflyCore : kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore : yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore : VS. saikyō no rival wa jibun ButterflyCore : dōmyaku o hashiru chi ga hi e to tagiri ButterflyCore : kōfun mo power mo max ButterflyCore : sabitsuita mirai kojiakeraretara ButterflyCore : rekishi yo ‘kiseki’ to yobe ButterflyCore : kizutsuku tabi tsuyoku nareta ButterflyCore : dakara yasashisa wa yowasa ja nai ButterflyCore : genkai-{}kun o funzuke jump! ButterflyCore : zetsubō-{}chan mo hug-shite dance! ButterflyCore : gorgeous! fukkatsu wa ButterflyCore : Dragon Ball ni onegai! ButterflyCore : kame kame hame ha kuraberu kai? ButterflyCore : yume no dekasa de hariau kai? ButterflyCore : VS. mirai wa kyōgaku no spectacle ButterflyCore : kū-zen-zetsu-go! OPTL: Shall we compare our Kame-Kame Hame Has? OPTL: Shall we compare the size of our dreams? OPTL: VS. — Your greatest rival is yourself OPTL: Boil the blood running through your veins into fre OPTL: Take your excitement and power to the max! OPTL: If I force open the rusted door to the future OPTL: Then history will call it a miracle! OPTL: Every time I get hurt, I get back up stronger OPTL: My kindness doesn't mean that I'm weak OPTL: Step on my cute little limits and jump! OPTL: Give my sweet little despair a hug and dance! OPTL: My gorgeous revival... OPTL: ...will be left up to the Dragon Balls! OPTL: Shall we compare our Kame-Kame Hame Has? OPTL: Shall we compare the size of our dreams? OPTL: VS. — The future is a shocking spectacle... OPTL: The greatest of all time! TitleCard: Racing Toward Disaster! TitleCard: A -Hour Time Limit!! TitleCard: Racing Toward Disaster! TitleCard: A -Hour Time Limit!! Now's my chance! I'm gonna push him over the side! See here, Chichi! Stop it! D-Don't be stupid! I am Chichi! Chichi-san! Hey, you! Wait there! Chichi-san! I'll kll you! Chichi! You okay? Goten-chan... I can't let Goten-chan fight him, Pa! Chichi... What's this? He's really strange, isn't he? I'm scared! Wake up! Wake up, I say! Wake up! Hey! Wake up! I can't eat any more... This is no time for you to be talking in your sleep! Wake up! Wake up! G-Gone all the way around... Why? What is this?! What is it? What is this? What's going on?! Ten-san! Chiaotzu! F-Forgive me, all of you. I'll make sure you're brought back to life with the Dragon Balls! I've klled all the Earthlings. Now, I will fight. Gimme that guy! Understood! But we have to prepare for the fight. Give me some time! Two hours—no, just one hour will be fine! Please! One hour? How long is that? Once all the sand in this sandglass has fallen. No!! Why not?! Why can't you wait for just an hour?! Goten-kun and Trunks-kun aren't going to run away or anything! You're a smart-aleck! Hold it! That girl is Mr Satan's child! Mr Satan's child says she wants you to wait! It's true. She smells like Satan. All right, I'll wait for you. When time is up, I'll kll everyone! I'll even kll Satan's child! Oh, you're awake?! Go to the Room of Spirit and Time right now and train! T-That was close! What is happening up there? It's strange. Fireworks at a time like this? What's happened? Almost everybody on Earth was exterminated. By Boo?! Don't tell me he destroyed the Earth?! No... The Earth itself remains largely unharmed. I don't understand. What's going on? Kaiōshin-sama! A-Aren't you done yet? It's well past time we should be finished, isn't it? Oh, is it that time already? Yes, it is time we should be finished, huh? Well, the fact that we aren't done yet means that you must have incredible dormant capacities! Would you please cut this out?! There's no way I'm going to be able to bat Majin Boo with all this... nonsense... of yours... W-What was that? What was that power that just seemed to boil up? W-Was that me? Hurry up and sit down! If you keep fooling around, we'll lose time! R-Right! I-I'm sorry about that! Really, I am... Awesome! He really ain't just some ordinary old geezer! Y-Yes! He's the Kaiōshin from generations before me, after all! For what that's worth... Dormant capacities are really one's true power that's hidden away, right? That's what I believe. That couldn't be! Just how much power does Gohan have hidden away?! This is great! Gohan is one amazin' guy! That's Majin Boo?! He really has changed, huh? And not just his shape, either. Everything about him is greater than before. Now you understand, right? Now, hurry and go into the Room of Spirit and Time. For every one minute here, you can train for six hours in there. Don't waste any time. Mum! What? W-What does that moron think she's doing?! Majin Boo! How dare you kll Gohan-chan?! Give him back! Give me back my Gohan-chan! Turn into an egg. M-Mum... Damn it... damn it...! Damn it... Damn it! Don't, Goten! Do you want all of this to be for nothing?! Damn you, Majin Boo! How dare you...! Goten... Listen! We can bring your mother back to life with the Dragon Balls! But only if you and Trunks defeat Majin Boo! However, with your power now, that's impossible—which means you have to train! In what little time we have left, you have to train as hard as you possibly can! Got it? L-Let's go do it, Goten! We'll train really well, and then we'll flatten Majin Boo! Okay? A-All right...! Sure is hot in here! I wonder if they have air conditioning or anything. Besides that, our bodies seem heavier. Right, Goten? W-Well, there's no reason to be in that big a hurry, right? Out there it's just one hour, but in here, he said we would have all of days! You know something, this is one awful place in here! Hey Goten! All we have for food is some yucky-looking powder and water! What's going on? This is unbelievable, completely! W-Wait up! Y-Yow! Let's do this together! Umm... Majin Boo seemed to know who my father is. Do you know anything about that? Yes. Could you explain it? Because I don't get it. It's simple. Mr Satan is the only human that Majin Boo has let his guard down to. When we were trying to do anything we could by force, Mr Satan, no matter his motives, chose to become Majin Boo's friend. As proof of that, even though every other Earthling has been exterminated, Mr Satan wasn't klled. Even though he's become nothing but a destructive beast, at least that memory of him remains. He might not be able to match us in power, but in some ways, your father truly is a World Champion. Dad... No more! I won't wait any more! W-What?! W-Wait! It hasn't even been minutes yet! You've got to give us at least a little more time! No way. I won't wait any more. I will fight! Come on out! I'll kll you! H-How come? R-Right now, we'd better go call Trunks and Goten out! They've gotta be way stronger now, I'm sure! They just barely went in there, you know! What's going on? Okay, I'll let you fight. Come with me. This way. Hey! Is Piccolo planning to let Majin Boo fight the kids inside the Room of Spirit and Time? Why would he make them fight in the Room of Spirit and Time? I think it's because once they're inside the Room of Spirit and Time, then even if Trunks-san and Goten-san lose, you can just destroy the entrance, sealing up that world inside. It is a separate dimension from this world, so they won't be able to come back out. Whoa...! S-So then, what happens to Trunks and Goten-kun? Don't worry. Even if they're klled, we can just bring the two of them back to life with the Dragon Balls. Piccolo has put together an outstanding strategy. How nice and bouncy...! Still higher? That's right. Good grief! They're this way! Can't you show some kindness to the elderly? Anyhow, aren't they taking quite a long way around? Yes, they are. If they had turned at the last corner, they would have been right there. He's buying whatever little time that he can. Piccolo said that one minute here is six hours in there, you know. Still farther?! How far are we going?! Don't be impatient. Your opponent is at the very bottom level of this place. Bottom?! We were going up before! You can't get there unless you do. Majin Boo has transformed into the ultimate evil. Goten and Trunks have started training once again. And the old Kaiōshin's training really works. Can Gohan fully unleash his hidden power?! The showdown with Majin Boo is about to begin... OhYeah!!!!!!!: hadaka no mama de ii OhYeah!!!!!!!: kodomo-mitai yume ga mitai OhYeah!!!!!!!: oto ni awashite OhYeah!!!!!!!: utau kara kimi mo dō? OhYeah!!!!!!!: kanashimu yori waratte'tai yo OhYeah!!!!!!!: korogatteiku fuantei na michi o OhYeah!!!!!!!: tatakau yori tanoshindemiyō OhYeah!!!!!!!: tadayotte'ru fuantei na hibi o OhYeah!!!!!!!: kibō no nami ni notte OhYeah!!!!!!!: hora mae o muite OhYeah!!!!!!!: yattekanakucha EDTL: Why don't we just stay naked? EDTL: Seeking dreams just like children EDTL: I'm gonna sing along EDTL: So why don't you try? EDTL: I'd rather smile than be sad EDTL: Let the bumpy roads just roll by EDTL: I'd rather have fun than fight EDTL: Let the unsteady days just float by EDTL: Set off on the waves of hope EDTL: Always keep looking ahead EDTL: Just give it a try Yo! It's me, Gokū! Looks like Boo's out of patience. Did the kids manage to finish their training? Goten! Trunks! Your battle with Majin Boo is finally here! Now show me the fruits of your training! Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: TitleCard: The Special Training's Over! This Is It For You, Majin Boo All right, the kids are finally ready! Let's start this fight once and for all!	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x136 - Bye-Bye Everyone!! Son Goku Returns to the Other World\" / \"Bye-bye, Everyone! Goku Returns to the Next World"}	foreverdreaming
Opening -Eyecatch- Ending OpacaI've klled all the Earthlings. Now, I will fight. Gimme the guy I will fight! Give me some time! Two hours-no, just one hour will be fine! One hour? How long is that? Once all the sand in this sandglass has fallen. Turn into an egg. Hold yourself back, Goten! Listen! We can bring your mother back to life with the Dragonballs! That is, if you and Trunks defeat Majin Boo! Thoughts: In the face of a Majin Boo that has become the ultimate in evil, Thoughts: only one hour's worth of time remains. Thoughts: However... No more!! I won't wait any more!! Still farther!? How far are we going!? Don't be impatient. Your foe is at the very bottom level of this place. Special Training Completed! You’re Finished Now, Majin Buu I can't walk anymore... I'll turn you into a hot dog! Boo... Let's go... You know something, there's nobody around, is there? Where has everybody gone? Say, we did it, huh? Awesome! Who knew there was anything above Super Saiyan? We can win for sure like this! Everyone will be completely stunned! But it sure does wear you out! It feels like we're using up all our power at once! And this has time as its shortcoming. Look... We can only be like that for around five minutes. Then even the Fusion breaks up and we return to normal. If that's so, it's no problem! We'll just become like we did just now, and given five minutes, we can bat him for sure! Dummy! That won't be very exciting! We've trained for a whole week! The way I'm thinking, I figure that even in our regular Fusion state, we've improved to about the same level as Majin Boo. Now listen! Let's make them think that by having about the same amount of power, the fight will be drawn out. Everyone will get anxious. After all, we can only hold Fusion for thirty minutes. But then, with five minutes to go, we become Ultra Super Saiyan like we just did, and put him away in a flash! What do you think? It will be totally cool, right!? Sure! You're gonna panic, Majin Boo, you scumbag! Take that! Take that! We'll avenge my Papa, Gohan-san, and Goten's Mama! Yeah! Let's do it! Still further!? Thoughts: That's his limit... A little further. Thoughts: Can you hear me, Trunks and Goten? Thoughts: It's me, Piccolo. Thoughts: I'm speaking into your minds now. - O- our minds? - Be quiet and listen well. Thoughts: Ready? Thoughts: It turns out you'll have to fight Majin Boo earlier than we planned. Thoughts: I'm headed your way now with Majin Boo. T- that's bad! We just barely got done with Fusion! Thoughts: That will be okay. Thoughts: I'm buying time by purposely taking the long way. Thoughts: It should be a good deal of time in there. Thoughts: Get yourselves ready to fight now by getting some rest! Go to sleep! Thoughts: I can probably draw it out another minute. Thoughts: That will be six hours of your time there. Thoughts: Got it? Six hours will be plenty! Once Piccolo-san learns how great we've been training, he'll be so surprised, huh? - Say, how about something to eat? - Don't need to!! Enough already!! You made us walk this long! I'll kll you! O- okay... In here. This is a strange place. - We've been waiting for you... - ... Majin Boo! All right, that was perfect! - Them? - That's right. Thoughts: Please, let there be a miracle... Hey, the only spectator is going to be Piccolo-san. That's kind of disappointing. Really, them? That's right. Well, that's okay. No choice but to do like we planned. - You're finished now... - ... Majin Boo! I was right, me just saying "Majin Boo" was a let-down. That's because you couldn't remember your line, isn't it? It was a waste to wait for this! Stop complaining and let's keep going, otherwise you'll forget. Yeah, okay. - Here we go! - Okay! O- ouch! Hold on a minute, you! You didn't give any warning! I can't believe you! What an idiot! Really! Stop and think a minute! We were just about to do something awesome, you know! Just wait! Okay? Got it? Let's do it over! Don't move! This takes a lot of nerve even without you doing that. Let's go again, Goten! Ready, set... - Fu... - Fu... Thoughts: W- what!? Why aren't they starting this as Super Saiyans!? - ... sion! - ... sion! All right, good! Right from the start, they've merged perfectly! It's Gotenks! You, huh? I remember! You're the guy I bat to a pulp before! You stupid dirtbag! You're badly mistaken if you think I'm the same as I was before! My time is limited! I'll show you right away how I'm different from how I was before! H- he certainly is different! He certainly is greatly powered-up! C- can this possibly mean...? Can I attck you yet? J- just a moment, okay? Thoughts: T- this is strange. That should have had some kind of effect on him. Thoughts: He must be trying hard not to show his pain! Thoughts: Gotenks finds himself in a great pinch right from the start. Thoughts: Fight like you mean it! Thoughts: Life is not as easy as you might think! T- this might be hopeless! Créditos: Follow us at: facebook.com/UnisonFS Créditos: And visit: unisonfansub.blogspot.com Miserable fool! This is all because you didn't start out as Super Saiyan! This really was a waste. You're not strong! I wasn't even being serious, so of course I didn't! I'll show you what will happen when I mean business! Don't you toy with me! What was that just now!? You're sure putting up with a lot... Now, look... Right here, right here. Dammit! You're mocking me! Why, you...! Nota: Note: Inoshishi = boar Huh? Next comes... Ataques: fait! Thoughts: Burning Annindo... Nota: Nota: Annindo = Tofu Meatball Yowch!! You're pretty tough, aren't you!? W- well, that's all j- j-... ...just what I was planning on! Time out a second. Pardon me, Piccolo-san, but is it possible you think I'm losing? I don't want to think so, but given the difference in your strengths, it cannot be avoided. Hold on, now! W- what!? Now look, like I was just telling Boo, everything up to now was taken into account! Taken into account, you say? So you see...! I've got a bunch of things that I thought up, you know? Oh, is that right? What kind of scheme do you have going? See, at first, I was going to get ridiculously bat up, and at the last moment, turn the tables on him, right? That's the most exhilarating pattern of winning there is, isn't it? As long as I'm at this, I'd like for them to say it was an incredible battle! Stop thinking about that trivial stuff and go get him at full power right from the start! Geez! You don't understand the aesthetics of fighting at all, huh? There's no need for you to have kept me in the dark about your little ruse! Time out is over!! All right! I'm starting the second round now! Thoughts: He's not taking that guy seriously enough! Nota: Note = Senju Kannon = Thousand-Armed Buddha of Mercy Nota: Nota: Daikaiten = Great Spinning Thoughts: I- is that part of his plan as well? Thoughts: Is that what they call aesthetic? That's enough! You're weak! This is no fun. I'll kll you! What did you say? Talk big to me, will you!? You don't get how fearsome I am at all, do you? You'll be sorry! Now you've made me seriously angry! Super Saiyan!! You can turn Super Saiyan even while you're in Fusion!? Thoughts: Piccolo-san is surprised! Thoughts: In that case, how about I provide him with a little more service? H- he just might win! I'm putting all of this to an end-the playing around, that is! Here I go! Which technique should I start concluding this with? There's that one, and this one... I thought so many of them up... What are you doing!? Hurry up and decide! Okay, I've decided! But he might die with just one blow... Oh, well... Take this! This is pretty good! Thoughts: Gotenks turned into Super Saiyan. Thoughts: He's completely reliant, but can he really defeat Boo? Subtitles by: Gon-Sensei/UNISON FANSUB Hi! I'm Goku! Thoughts: Gotenks is really fighting seriously? Thoughts: Buu doesn't even have a scratch! Thoughts: Playtime is over! Thoughts: I'm going to bat you with my especial move! Thoughts: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: Thoughts: "Buu Eliminated With Ghosts! A Surefire Kamikaze attck!!" Thoughts: Here goes! The Special Move is "Super Ghost Kamikaze attck"?	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x137 - Found You, Gohan! Harsh Training in the Realm of the Kais!\" / \"Gohan Located! Intensive Training in the World o"}	foreverdreaming
Opening -Eyecatch- Ending OpacaThoughts: The terrible Majin Buu, having exterminated all earthlings in a single instant... - Them? - That's right. Thoughts: ...has been led to set foot inside the Room of Spirit and Time, as a last-ditch strategy by Piccolo. - You're finished now, - Majin Buu! - Fu... - Fu... - ... sion! - ... sion! It's Gotenks! You, huh? I remember! You're the guy I bat to a pulp before! You stupid dirtbag! You're badly mistaken if you think I'm the same as I was before! My time is limited! I'll show you right away how I'm different from how I was before! Thoughts: A fierce battle between Gotenks and Majin Buu, with everything on the line, has gn! Thoughts: T- this is strange. That should have had some kind of effect on him. Thoughts: He must be trying hard not to show his pain! Take this! Buu Eliminated With Ghosts! A Surefire Kamikaze attck!! This settles it, huh? Just kidding. W- what kind of guy is this!? W- well, I thought it would come to this...! Just you going isn't fair! It's my turn now for sure! You dummy! W- what!? Gotenks! He got me... It wasn't me! Out of the way, now! You're giving me no latitude, huh Piccolo-san? Get carried away, will you? All right, in that case...! Serves you right! I was thinking of showing you even more than this, but it's getting tiresome, so I'll finish you off with the best I've got! Take this, and be gone from this world! I went to a lot of trouble training for this great technique! It just might be that this will bat him! W- what's that? Hi! It's a ghost! I've won! Right about now, inside the Room of Spirit and Time... I'm sure a life-and-death battle is unfolding. Hang on there, you guys! How can you say that so casually? What if they lose to Buu, and Piccolo destroys the doorway? Neither Trunks nor Goten-kun will ever come out of that room again! T that's why, once we bring them back to life with the Dragonballs... So, are you saying to them that once they lose, they have to die? Is it okay for Kami-sama to say such a thing!? When a person dies, it's incredibly painful for us, you know! I'm scary! I'm scary! Here goes! I'm ridiculously scary! W- what technique is that!? This is the first time I've seen anything like that! - Kabbom, he appears! - Kabbom, he appears! - Kabbom, it's a ghost! - Kabbom, it's a ghost! This time, even you're dad, Majin Buu! Now, go ahead, ghost! Show him how dreadful the Super Ghost Kamikaze attck is! Okay! Ready, set...! Yea!! You fool! If you touch a ghost even the slightest amount, you'll cause a huge explsin! Hurry up and finish him off! He'll turn back to normal! I know, I know, already! I'm going to finish this with one big hard blow! I'm going to finish him with ten ghosts all at once! All right! Fall in! Ten-hut! Stand at arm's length! You stupid jerk! Be more careful! Touch me and we'll explode, you know! You shut up! You're just too far forward! See here, you two! Line up, and no more "shigo" (talking)! What does "shigo" mean? That's the place where us ghosts live! No, that's the world shigo (after death), you know? It's a calculation, isn't it? Shi ( ) times go ( ), ! Quiet already, and just line up! Now, Ten-hut! Count off! - One! - Two! - Three! - Four! - Five! - Six! - Seven! - Eight! - Nine! - Ten! All right! He's long since returned to normal-Majin Buu. You punk! Make a fool out of me, will you!? You drink your creme sodas now, while you still can! Yo, yo, Majin Buu! Hmm? You ready now? Go! Numbers and , charge! Fool! I won't fall for the same trick twice! Nyah! Hey, gather around! Did you see that? That not-too-bright look on his face just now? Mm-hmm! We saw, we saw! Can he really be a Majin looking like that? He made this face, and went " Nyah" at us! So then, Numbers and will... W- what's up with this... battle? There's no sense of tension! All right, here goes! Fight-o!! - Okay! Let's give it to him! - Serves him right! Dammit! Those jackasses! Those two stupid ghosts are gone, so everyone but Number go on according to the plan! Go!! Again!? - What do you suppose this is? - What could it be? - That's strange! - What's it doing in a place like this? It's-you know-one of those! - It's poop, isn't it? - Dummy! Don't say that! That's not it, idiot! This sure is something nice, huh? - I wonder if it's yummy. - Good question! Now!! We did it! I- it's an incredible fight, but something about this is absurd! All right! Number , you finish him off! Enter in through Buu's mouth and blow him away so there's nothing left! Yes sir! It's over! Kaioshin-sama, have you noticed it? How Majin Buu's Ki has disappeared in the last little while? - N- now that you mention it...! - What does it mean? Is he dad!? I don't know. I can't feel the Fusion Ki from the little guys either. They ain't seemed to have fought... I wonder why their Ki has just up and vanished. Ah, they're fighting in a world with a different dimension of time. What? Time? A world with a different dimension of time. Any ideas about that? The Room of Spirit and Time! Why are they fighting in that place? Were the half-pints broken-in on while they were training? No, the Namekian seems to have let him inside on purpose. I don't know why, though. How does he know that? Awesome, huh? He's pushing Gohan's power up and all, too. He's certainly got what you'd expect of a Kaioshin, ain't he? Hmph! Phooey! I'm not of any use at all here! That was kind of childish, huh? Me, of all people, giving it to him like I meant business! There's no time for you to be breathing easy! Majin Buu will regenerate! You have to burn all the fragments that have been blown apart! - I'll help too! - I know, I know! Geez, and I still had one more last great technique, too! It's kind of a shame I didn't get to show off my best stuff. Be quiet, and hurry it up! Okay, okay... That's the end of it. - That was a bit disappointing, huh? - You did well! You really have done well! To be honest, I didn't think you could do as much as all this. W- what is it? This wind...! D- don't tell me...! H- hey! The smoke is gathering together! Dammit! It's Majin Buu! Oh? You don't suppose he's returning to normal? T- that's it all right. Say, now what are we supposed to do? What does it mean, that even burning him up is no use? My, my, my... He looks completely pissed off... Damn, now we've done it! We should have used our Ki to entirely obliterate him, not just burn him up! A- and then, just in case, we should have destroyed the entrance to this room, sealing Buu up in this world, which is in a different dimension. That would have been perfect! Can you do it again? That Super Ghost attck you just did? Or for that matter, did you have another great technique? Thoughts: I do have one more in reserve! But why don't I get Piccolo-san all anxious? Thoughts: That will make it more exciting, and all... Well, what about it? I- it's hopeless! I don't have the kind of power left that it takes to perform my great technique! It's all over! It's the end of the world! L- let me go, you slimeball! Yow! Now I'm pissed off! You bastard! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting! At long last, I present my ace-in-the-hole technique! P- Piccolo-san, was that...? This is the end for you, Majin Buu! I've destroyed the only doorway between this world and the one that you and we had previously been in! You certainly are strong. Unfortunately, not even Gotenks here could defeat you. However, no matter how strong you are, it will be impossible for you to ever leave here for the rest of your life! P- Piccolo-san, you mean, we...? So, you can go ahead and k*ll us, and then spend eternity living here all alone! Here, in this world of nothingness...! Thoughts: Were you too hasty, Piccolo? Thoughts: Will they never be able to return to their original world again? Subtitles by: Gon-Sensei/UNISON FANSUB Hi! I'm Goku! Thoughts: Buu escaped from the Room of Spirit and Time by himself! Thoughts: Everyone is in danger! Thoughts: Dammit! Thoughts: We need a great power enough to create a door between the dimensions! Thoughts: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: Thoughts: "The Reserved Transformation of Gotenks! Super Gotenks !!" Thoughts: That's it! If Gotenks turned into Super Saiyan , he can't lose!	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x138 - Birth! Combine Super Warrior, His Name is Gotenks!!\" / \"Birth of a Merged Superwarrior His Name is Gotenks!"}	foreverdreaming
Opening -Eyecatch- Ending OpacaThoughts: Within the alternate dimension of the Room of Spirit and Time, OpacaThoughts: the battle between the ultimate devil, Thoughts: and Gotenks, the mightiest of warriors, born of Fusion, has gn. Go! Numbers and , charge! Thoughts: However, the situation had turned for the very worst. I-It's hopeless! I don't have the kind of power left that it takes to perform my great technique! It's all over! It's the end of the world! Thoughts: An anxious Piccolo destroyed the only entranceway, Thoughts: locking Majin Boo into an alternate dimension of space! Thoughts: Will Piccolo's desperate strategy be successful? The Reserved Transformation of Gotenks! Super Gotenks !! Majin Buu, if you're going to kll us, then kll us. However, you will never be able to leave this space again! Um, Piccolo-san, does that mean we can never leave too? Yeah, unfortunately. The entranceway has been closed off. Nobody will be able to go outside of this world of unlike dimension. M-My precious candy! There's none of that here! No reason it should be, is there? Not even cookies, ice cream, and chocolate!? Gone! There's nothing at all! Damn it to hell!! W-What was that just now? What the hell happened? I-It's awful! Doorway to Room of Spirit and Time closed off! So, Piccolo has employed the final measure, then? The final measure? You mean what you mentioned before? Not even Trunks and Goten appear to have been a match for Majin Boo. And so, Piccolo has destroyed the entranceway to the Room of Spirit and Time, shutting them all inside. Now that Majin Boo is closed up in a different dimension of space, he will forever be unable to leave. T-Then, does that mean that Trunks and Goten-chan were done in by Majin Boo? Hmm... P-Probably so. You've got to be joking! This is why I was against this! B-Bulma-san! We do have the Dragonballs, so even if they have died once, we can return them to- That's not the issue, is it!? You're all cowards! How can you have children fight against that bad guy, no matter how strong they are!? How can you leave the fate of the whole Earth up to them!? You're all just cowards! My candy...! My candy is... gone! Hey! Piccolo-san! Why did you do that without saying anything!? I still had a great technique held in reserve! Y-You what!? You said something to the effect that you were at your limits, didn't you!? That was just a light joke! One of those little white lies! I absolutely, absolutely had a technique that was sure to stop Majin Buu! - And now... now...! - What are you, brainless!? There are no little lies at a time like this!! It's not even the slightest bit little! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! You're the stupid one! Stupid! Stupid! I want to go back our prior world! Make the entranceway go back the way it was! It's been blown apart! How am I supposed to make it go back again? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I want candy! Candy...! I can't stand this!! Huh? What's that? - Piccolo-san, what's that? - I-It couldn't be! I-I don't believe it! That's it! With the fantastic power of his Ki, Majin Buu has opened up a hole in the wall between dimensions...! This is bad! He can escape! The hole is disappearing! I can't stand to be in this place! - He's escaping! - D-Dammit, no! It's vanished! What's that? It's Majin Buu's Ki! Looks as if he's finally come out of the Room of Spirit and Time. What about Goten-san and Trunks-san's Ki? It's no use! I can't feel the half-pints' Ki. Damn it all! What the hell is happening on Earth? I wanna see... Want a look, Goku? Here! Awesome! I can see! I can see it! The temple is being shown! We can see it, even this far away!? What is that!? It's... This isn't good! That Ki...! What? I-It's Majin Buu! You! How dare you do that to Trunks and Goten-chan! Lucky! There are many here! I'm getting a little hungry, so this is just right. What should I make them? I choose choco! What kind of choco should I eat them as? Choco bars would be good, I guess... Maybe powdered choco? Maybe choco ice cream would be good... I'm scared! I'm scared of that man! He's gotten away, hasn't he!? Are we going to live the rest of our lives out in here!? Stop blubbering! Your blubbering isn't going to allow us to leave here! So then what do we do!? Buu's gotten out of here! The Earth might already have been blown away by now! Gotenks, how sure of your voice are you? My voice? The two of us are going to yell as loud as we can. It might break down the wall between dimensions. If Buu did it, there's no reason we can't do it too. All right! Let's go! All right, one more time... I wonder which will be the yummiest. I'm scared! Thoughts: Damn. Thoughts: So it's Majin Boo - an opponent not even Goku or Vegeta could bat? Thoughts: Then I sure won't be beating him. Thoughts: But if I don't do something, who else is going to protect her? No. , I'm going to rush him. When I do, you take her and hide yourselves inside the temple. You got that? Goodbye. If things go well, I'll see you again when I'm brought back to life with the Dragonballs! Kuririn! Kuririn! Now!! Run!! Tha'th one... You're next! No. ! That's two... that's three... Who should I choose next? Too much trouble! Everyone at once! H-How awful...! Damn it all... That bastard! But, from here, there ain't anything we can do! U- um, what's happened there, Father? It's nothing. Gohan, don't concern yourself with anything extra! Just concentrate, and become able to fight as soon as possible! Got it? O-Okay! What about Goten-san and the others? I still can't feel their Ki. Have they been done in? T-That can't be it! If Goten and Trunks have been beaten, then that leaves no one to protect the Earth! Still, something has to turn up! As long as the Dragonballs are left on Earth...! What in the world happened? Isn't there anyone left on Earth? Hey, what's the matter? I-It's a city! Maybe there's someone there! We'll be able to eat something! Hey!! Isn't there anyone here!? Come on out! Mister Satan has come! Earth's hero, Mister Satan, is making his entrance! There's nobody here after all. Here. Thoughts: Has every human on Earth been k*lled by Buu? Thoughts: Why? He was an unexpectedly good fellow. Right? He was a good guy, huh? Thoughts: How come, Buu? I- it's no use! We haven't even opened up a pinpoint hole! While we're in here doing this, time keeps passing on rapidly out there! This is bad! Everyone will be...! Sheesh, got no choice, huh? Guess I have to use that. I was hoping to turn during a cooler scene than this, though. W-What are you talking about? What do you think? Stop being so pretentious, you idiot! Understood! Okay then, here goes! Hey, what are you...? H-How did y-you do that!? I don't know how I do it! You're shocked, huh? Still, I'm extremely strong! Even so, you get the feeling from my face that I'm supposed to be playing a bad guy. Well, I guess that makes me the same as you, Piccolo-san! I-It's Super Saiyan ! You guys couldn't possibly...! Now then, this is no time to be talking, is it? I can only be like this for an incredibly short time! I did it! I opened a hole! Piccolo-san, why are you standing there looking dazed? Hurry up, or the hole will close! Yo, yo, yo, Majin Boo! We've come out of there too! Oh? You were lucky to get out. Huh? Did you change a little bit? Fool! I haven't just changed a little bit! I've gotten incredibly, incredibly, incredibly stronger! Oh, they've come out! Those pipsqueaks are alive! Such an incredible Ki! Is that from their Fusion? Yeah! That's Fusion for sure! And what's more, he's Super Saiyan ! Super Saiyan ? Haven't I told you about that, Kaioshin-sama? It would take too long to talk about it, but in short, it's where you go above when you've gone above Super Saiyan. Going above going above Super Saiyan? Unbelievable! Those little turds! It took me many years until I was finally able to reach Super Saiyan , and they had no trouble with it! Awesome! That's so awesome! T-The temple... W-Why, you! What have you done with the group that was here!? They're right here. Y-You ate them!? Yeah! Once I turned them into choco! They were yummy! Mother too!? Everybody! N-Now I'm completely mad!! Thoughts: Gotenks and Piccolo at last have escaped. Thoughts: However, neither Bulma nor Kuririn are at the temple! Thoughts: An angered Super Saiyan Gotenks now takes off! Subtitles by: Gon-Sensei/UNISON FANSUB Hi! I'm Goku! Thoughts: Keep going, Gotenks! Thoughts: I knew the Super Saiyan 's power would be awesome! Thoughts: Maybe he can win! Thoughts: Don't lower your guards, Trunks, Goten! Thoughts: Majin Buu's power isn't just that. Thoughts: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: Thoughts: "In High Spirits! Buu-Buu Volleyball!" Thoughts: When I'm done with my training?	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x139 - Who Will Be the One to Defeat the Majin? The Beginning of the Strongest Man!!\" / \"Who Will Defeat Majin Buu? Th"}	foreverdreaming
Abertura -Eyecatch- Encerramento OpacaThoughts: According to Piccolo's strategy, OpacaThoughts: Majin Buu was sealed up inside the alternate dimensional space of the Room of Spirit and Time. I can't stand this!! I-It's Majin Buu! Lucky! There are many here! I'm getting a little hungry, so this is just right. What should I make them? I choose choco! Thoughts: Elsewhere, Gotenks had transformed into the even fiercer Super Gotenks , Thoughts: and escaped from the Room of Spirit and Time! Why, you! What have you done with the group that was here!? They're right here. Y-You ate them!? Yeah! Once I turned them into choco! Now I'm completely mad!! In High Spirits! Buu-Buu Volleyball! You'll pay for this, Majin Buu! T-The temple...! The temple... You're doing pretty good. I'm glad I waited. It's fun fighting with you. Smart off now, while you still can! Dammit! Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Gotenks! Gotenks... I did it! I did it! All right! Way to go, Gotenks! Awesome, awesome! The tykes are sure giving it to him, ain't they? Nice one, nice one! Go, go! Get him! Get him! Way to go! Father, what's happening on Earth? It's incredible! Goten and Trunks have undergone Fusion, and have become Super Saiyan , see? They've got unbelievable power! Really! Gohan! You've just pushed us back a little bit more. Don't get distracted. The more you get distracted, the more time this will take. You can't mean it...! Drive all idle thoughts out and concentrate yourself. Concentrate! This manga is so funny! Thoughts: It's not fair, just me...! Awesome! They really do have a gift for this! In just a short amount of time, they were able to perform both Fusion and Super Saiyan , after all! Say, Kaioshin-sama, do you think there's a chance that they have a chance? Goku-san! You must not look down on Majin Buu. This is not the depth of Buu's power! R-Really? Hang in there, Goten and Trunks! H-Help...! Dammit, now you've done it! All right, watch this! Ghosts! Ghosts! How scary, how scary! The ghosts have powered up as well! They're good and scary now! Okay! Go! Go! That did it! Nothing to it, Majin Buu! Now I'm mad!! Buu is angry! He's angry! He's coming, he's coming! Over here! Over here! Not even Buu can keep up with my speed! Where is he now? I'm here! Bye-bye. Don't! Stop! Come on! Stop it!! T-The temple...! T-The temple...! You okay, Piccolo-san? T-The temple...! He's here, he's here! The temple...! The temple...! Watch this! What, what? What's he doing? Huh? He's become round, like a ball! The temple...! Whoa! Look out, Piccolo-san! Here he comes again! The temple's going to be all gone like this! Thoughts: I wonder what in the world is happening. G-Gotenks! Do something! Leave it to me! Dammit! Gotenks! Can't you do the technique without that pose!? I-I can do it, but... Well, no matter. Geez, it looks so cool, too! All right! Tighten around him! Nice going, Gotenks! You've sealed up Majin Buu! No way, no way! Buu could get out of this in a second! I'm going to inflict whole lot of damage on him! Er... hmm... What should I do? I know! Smash him in Ultra Buu-Buu Volleyball! W-What is that!? Piccolo-san, help me out! O-Okay! Here goes, dearie! That's not right, Piccolo-san! When I say "Here goes, dearie!" you have to say "Ha-ai!" You have to hurry and do it right, or Majin Buu will come on out! And I can only stay in this form a short time, so I'm hurrying! O-Okay. Here goes, dearie! Ha-ai! Pass! T-Toss! I am in perfect form! Thoughts: H-He would have been all right just now, even if I hadn't helped out, right? It looks just like a meteor fell here! I'm scared! Piccolo-san! Come on, come on, you have to say "Ha-ai!" Would you cut that out!? - What happened to Buu? - He's here, he's here! Nicely done, Goten and Trunks! I-It's not over yet! Please, you must be careful to the very end! Goten-san! Trunks-san! Yo, yo, yo! Majin Buu! Come on out! I know you aren't going to keel over from just this! Get on with it! I can only stay this ridiculously strong for a little while longer, after all! It will take another hour before I can become like this again! Huh? Maybe he really did die. You've got me there! I guess that was a little disappointing, huh? I wonder if I've gotten too strong! Look out! That was a close one! I-If the Earth had taken that head-on, it would have been wiped out without a trace! You dirty bastard! You've done it now, you Buu-Buu swine! Here I go! Stop, you fool! Are you trying to blow away the Earth as we know it!? It's okay, isn't it? After all, there's nobody alive down there! Don't forget that the Dragonballs are scattered all over the Earth! If you destroy even one of them, we can never return the Earth back to the way it was again! Is that right? Well, that's okay. I've already gotten him quite a bit! Buu must be fairly weakened! He hasn't been weakened at all! This is pissing me off! N-No, he is weaker! I don't know about his physical strength, but ment*lly, he's beginning to weaken! This is a first for him - fighting with someone as strong as you are. At the very least, fighting with someone of equal strength has him thrown off. In other words, Majin Buu is flustered, right? I guess that would be true! My strength leaves nothing to be desired, after all! You could say I'm the strongest in the universe! Don't let your guard down, Gotenks! If you get too over-confident, you'll be hurting later! He's going to start coming at you like his life depends on it now! I don't mind, I don't mind! I hope he does! Damn it all! Our hero left himself wide open! Why, you...! Let me go, you big-! You're not getting away with that any more! Hang in there, Goten! Trunks! T-They're incredible! To think they can fight blow-for-blow with Majin Buu! Thoughts: I wonder how much longer. Thoughts: If it's not soon, then I won't be in time... I'm going to put you away here and now! This hurts! Gotenks! Why, you...! Now I'm mad! You've made me furious! D-Don't get irritated, Gotenks! You rotten...! Back at you!! Awesome! Awesome! Gohan won't get a turn like this! Now to finish you! I'll blow you to pieces, then into little chunks, then to shreds, then to bits! This time, you won't be able to return to normal! Once I blow you apart, I'm going to completely wipe you out with my Ki, you see? Die!! H-Huh? Thoughts: What? The great power of Super Saiyan Gotenks has broken! Thoughts: What will be the outcome of this match? Subtitles by: Gon-Sensei/UNISON FANSUB Hi! I'm Goku! Thoughts: Damn it all! Brats' Fusion lost its power at the last moment! Thoughts: Gohan's training is not over yet? Thoughts: You've been finished for a while now. Thoughts: It's more dramatic for you to go once there's a pinch, you know! Thoughts: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: Thoughts: "You Kept Everyone Waiting! A Reborn Gohan Returns to Earth!!" Thoughts: I had no idea I had so much power within me!	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "06x140 - The Power-Up Continues!? Perfected! Super Gotenks!\" / \"The Powering Up Continues? Super Gotenks is Achieved!"}	foreverdreaming
Opening -Eyecatch- Ending Thoughts: The ultra-power of Super Gotenks had finally cornered Majin Boo. Thoughts: However, at the moment when he was about to finish him off... Die! Huh? You Kept Everyone Waiting! A Reborn Gohan Returns to Earth!! It can't be! H- he went back to normal! Hey! Yeah, you got me, you got me! How funny, how funny! I- it's hopeless! I- it's all over now! Damn! Say, old man Kaioshin-sama! Hurry it up! The little runts' Fusion has powered down! Really, Father? Yeah! They're going to get klled like this! Okay, you can go! You've been finished for a while now. - F... - F... - Finished!? - Finished!? For a while now? Since how long ago!? Hmm, since about five minutes ago, I suppose. W- why didn't you tell us sooner!? You were just saying that since I got distracted, it would take longer, didn't you!? Ignorant fool! It's more dramatic for you to go once there's a pinch, you know! T- this is awful! In that case, I have to hurry! H- how do I become the mightiest of warriors, with strength beyond my limits? Ah, well you transform into that Super-whatever-you-call-it often enough. That's the gist of it. You just have to get yourself fired up. The gist of becoming Super Saiyan, right? Understood! H- hey, just a moment! U- unmindful fool, becoming like that while I'm nearby! I- incredible... This is incredible, Father! Y- you're right! It really is incredible! Amazingly so! Magnificent! Gohan-san has certainly surpassed his limits. It's unbelievable! Absolutely! By looking at you, you haven't changed all that much! You ain't even Super Saiyan, yet you've come to this extreme!? Hmph. It's not as though he has to transform. That Super-whatever-thing is depraved! Gohan-san, quickly, to Earth! If we don't hurry, the irreparable will happen! Come with us, and we'll go to Earth! No. I shall take Gohan-san there alone. What are you saying, Kibito? It is the Kaioshin's responsibility to see things through to their end! Begging your pardon, but if both of us go, we will only be slowing him down, will we not? Once I have taken him, my intent to come right back here. I do not want to get in the way of this magnificent savior. Kibito... I see. You are correct. I understand. If you please... Sorry, Gohan. I'm a man of the Other World now. Even though I want to go, it's impossible. I sure wish I could have seen you up close- the way you've gotten so big... Father... I ain't gonna see you again. Not until you come to the Other World, that is... Good luck! Go blow Majin Boo away! Right! All right, go on! Farewell, Father! Why, that rotten...! He left and forgot to say thanks to me, and I worked the hardest! And so, excuse me. We're counting on you. Right! Um... Kibito-san, I have a favor to ask. Can I have you change this clothing? I'd like you to make it the same clothing as my Father's. Please, I want to fight wearing my Father's gi! You don't say. It is a simple enough task. Um, the color is the same as the droppings of the frogs on Planet Popol, right? Um, it's the color of a kerria rosebush. Ah, that's perfect! Thank you very much! Well then, I will be going. From the far distant Kaioshin Realm, we will be wishing victory for our grand warrior! Farewell. Give my regards to the two Kaioshin-sama as well. All right, let's go! For them to run out of time...! You rotten guys! This is all because you don't finish him off right away! Thoughts: A- at this point, bluffing and anything else is fine! Thoughts: All right...! I may have returned to my normal form, but the force of my techniques has been powered up! Go ahead, ghosts! Knock Majin Boo flat! Stop fussing around and go get him! All right! Now, while I still can... Run!! - Dammit! - Dammit! - Huh!? - Huh!? - T- this is bad! - T- this is bad! - Our Fusion has come undone! - Our Fusion has come undone! Now we've had it! Our Fusion has ended too! You don't suppose we're going to get klled now? There's no supposing about it! We are definitely going to be klled like this! I- it can't be so...! Say, shall we run away? Do you think we could get away? It would be impossible, wouldn't it? We're going to get klled, are we? Damn, and we're still so young! I don't want to be! Piccolo-san! I don't think it will be much help, but I'll fight too. I'll do everything I can, and I'll die alongside you. Do everything you can!? You've got to be kidding! Piccolo-san, you know darn well this is the guy not even Fusion could stand up to! Right! Right! Piccolo-san, you're an adult, so maybe you're fine with it, but we're still children, and we'd definitely hate to die! Exactly! What should we do, Trunks-kun? Okay, then...! Having come to this... Having come to this...? Let's sincerely apologize! He's pretty simple, so if we give him one of his favorite candies and apologize, he might unexpectedly forgive us! That's it! Maybe he will forgive us! If he does, we can buy enough time for our next Fusion! N- now, come on... All right, Goten! Let's get some candy ready right now! But there aren't any stores anywhere around. It's possible that we could look throughout the entire world and there wouldn't be any candy stores left. I don't think there's anyone around who makes candy, either. Maybe this won't work after all... Hey! Cut it out already! What!? - W- what's the matter with Majin Boo? - B- beats me... I- I hear something! Huh? Is that... could it be... snoring? H- he's asleep. He fell asleep! How come? Thoughts: W- what does this mean!? Thoughts: Is he just toying around with us? Or is he instead...? We're going to go have a look! W- wait! Don't do anything uncalled-for! He has to be sleeping after all, here, doesn't he? I'm not sure. Maybe he's just trying to trick us. I know! Let's tug on this and see! If he's playing possum on us, he's sure to be surprised and open his eyes! Here goes! A little farther... What!? Y- you idiots! Goten! Trunks! W- what are you guys trying to do, intentionally wake him up now that he's so kindly gone to sleep!? I don't know what he's planning, but right now it doesn't matter! In any case, we have to do whatever it takes to buy some time, and get ready for your next Fusion! That's the only way we can defeat him! Got it? - Okay... - Okay... What!? W- what Ki is this!? Someone's coming! Who is it!? T- they're strong! This is a fantastic Ki! I- I don't know it! Who can it be!? Is it a new enemy? Or is it instead...? I- it's Goku!! No it isn't! It's Big Brother! Big Brother! Gohan-san!? W- what? It couldn't be! Thank goodness I'm in time! - Gohan-san... - Big Brother! Thank goodness! You weren't dad, huh? Nah. It was a close one, but I was saved by Kaioshin-sama. Up to now, I've been at Kaioshin-sama's place. Thoughts: I- is that Gohan? No. There's something different! Thoughts: The look on his face is a little different, Thoughts: and he has a different sort of Ki than before, too. Thoughts: His meekness has disappeared. Thoughts: That's why I couldn't tell it was him. What about everyone else? They were klled by Majin Boo! What!? Including Mom and Dende and the others? That's right! Everyone except for us! Thoughts: That's done it! Thoughts: To think that even Dende had been klled! Thoughts: How can this be!? Thoughts: The Dragonballs, upon which everything depends, have vanished! They were delicious! I ate them, after I turned them into choco! Thoughts: No, that's not true! Thoughts: I can feel it! A faint Ki... Okay, Gohan! Show him your power, now that you've undergone that power-up! Still, Kaioshin-sama, when you first said you were going to bring Gohan-san to this holy region, the Kaioshin Realm, I was thinking "what could come from this?" Kibito, I was right in my judgment, wasn't I? Yes. Not only did he pull out the legendary Z-Sword, which even successive generations of Kaioshin-sama were unable to do, but he also released the Grand Kaioshin-sama that was sealed within it! Indeed. To think that in fourteen generations, and with fourteen other Kaioshin, not one was able to break my seal... P- please, forgive us! Even so, I think that effectively, this is for the best. After all, the human realm should be defended by the hands of humans themselves. I think so too. After all, the future ain't something to be handed to us by someone. Which is why people must always continue to work for it, and it's precisely because we have a future we believe in that people can hold life precious. Now that I think about it, I'm dad, huh? Oh, well... Still, Goku-san, what you say is correct. Hmph! I knew that without having to be lectured by you fellas! After all, how many years do you think I've been alive!? Everyone together making a fool of the old guy...! That's not how it is! Thoughts: Hang in there, Gohan! Thoughts: The future of Earth rests on your shoulders! Hey, don't tell me you intend to fight me! No. I intend to kll you! I remember! You're the guy I blew away earlier! Thoughts: I- it's hopeless! Judging from his Ki, Gohan has powered up, Thoughts: but no matter how much, there's no way he can win by fighting him head-on! I- it's too dangerous! We have to use Fusion and fight together with him! We can't! We can't do that until an hour has gone by! I know! But let's at least try to do what we can! After all, at this rate, Big Brother will be...! Goten... All right! Let's try to fight together, even if it is hopeless! - All right! - All right! Thoughts: After having finished his training and achieving the ultimate power-up, Thoughts: Gohan has returned! Thoughts: Can he indeed become the savior of the Earth? Sync by: Gon-Sensei/UNISON FANSUB Hi! I'm Goku! Thoughts: Okay, Gohan! Show us the results of the power-up! Thoughts: Unbelievable! Thoughts: How can he be stronger than Boo, without even turn into Super Saiyan? Thoughts: I won't forgive anybody who has more power than I do! Thoughts: Next time on Dragon Ball Kai: Thoughts: "Buu is Crushed! Ultimate Gohan's Super Power!!" Thoughts: What's the matter, Buu? Thoughts: Wouldn't you bat me?	{"type": "series", "show": "Dragon Ball Z Kai", "episode": "07x141 - Born From Anger - Another Majin!\" / \"What Anger Gives Rise To Another Majin!\" Transcription: \"Ikari ga Umidashi"}	foreverdreaming

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