President of the Time Lords (Timothy Dalton): What news of the Doctor?
The Chancellor (Joe Dixon): Disappeared, my Lord President.
The Partisan (Julie Legrand): But we know his intention. He still possesses the Moment. And he’ll use it to destroy Daleks and Time Lords alike.
The Chancellor: The Visionary confirms it.
The Visionary (Brid Brennan): Ending. Burning. Falling. All of it, falling. The black, and pitch. And screaming fire. Soul burning.
The Chancellor: All of her prophecies say the same. That this is the last day of the Time War. That Gallifrey falls. That we die. Today.
The Visionary: Ending ending ending ending.
The Partisan: Perhaps it’s time. This is only the furthest edge of the Time War. But at its heart millions die every second. Lost in bloodlust and insanity. With Time itself resurrecting them to find new ways of dying, over and over again. A travesty of life. Isn’t it better to end it at last.
Lord President: Thank you for your opinion. {he kills her} I will not die! Do you hear me? A billion years of Time Lord history riding on our backs. I will not let this perish. I Will. Not.
The Chancellor: There is… there is one part of the prophecy, my Lord. Forgive me. I’m sorry. It’s rather difficult to decipher, but it talks of two survivors beyond the Final Day. Two children of Gallifrey.
President of the Time Lords: Does it name them?
The Chancellor: It forsees them locked in their final confrontation. The Enmity of Ages which would suggest—
President of the Time Lords: The Doctor! And The Master.
The Chancellor: One word keeps being repeated, my Lord. One constant word. Earth.
The Visionary: Earth earth earth earth…
The Chancellor: Planet Earth. Indigenous species: the human race.
President of the Time Lords: Maybe that’s where the answer lies. Our salvation. On Earth.
The Master (John Simm): Now then. I’ve got a planet to run.
The Master: Enough soldiers and weapons to turn this planet into a warship. Nothing to say, Doctor? What’s that? Pardon? Sorry.
Wilfred (Bernard Cribbins): You let him go, you swine.
The Master: Your dad’s still kicking up a fuss.
Wilfred: Yeah? Well I’d be proud if I was!
The Master: Hush now. Listen to your Master. {Wilf’s phone starts ringing} That’s a mobile.
Wilfred: Yeah it’s mine. Let me turn it off—
The Master: No no no. I don’t think you understand. Everybody on this planet is me. And I’m not phoning you so who the hell is that?
Wilfred: It’s nobody. I told you, it’s nothing, I’m telling you. It’s probably one of them ringback calls.
The Master: Oh and look at this. {finds the pistol} Good man! {and the phone} Donna. Who’s Donna?
Wilfred: She’s no one. Just leave it!
Donna: Gramps, don’t hang up. You’ve gotta help me. I ran out. Everyone was changing.
The Master: Who is she? And why didn’t she change?
Wilfred: Well it was this thing the Doctor did. He did it to her—the Meta Crisis.
The Master: He loves playing with Earth Girls. Ugh. {to himself} Find her! Trace the call.
Donna: It’s not just them. I can see those things again. Those creatures. Why can I see a giant wasp?!
Wilfred: Don’t think about that, Donna my love. Don’t!
Donna: It hurts! My head. It keeps getting hotter. And hotter and hotter and hotter… {energy explodes out of her, tkaing out The Masters}
The Doctor: That’s better. Hello! But really. D’you think I’d leave my best friend without a defense mechanism?
Wilf: Doctor? What happened?
The Doctor: She’s alright. She’s fine. Promise. She’s asleep.
The Master: Tell me, where’s your TARDIS?
The Doctor: You could be so wonderful.
The Master: Where is it?
The Doctor: You’re a genius. You’re stone cold brilliant, you are. I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honor. ‘Cause you don’t need to own the universe. Just see it. To have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That’s ownership enough.
The Master: Would it stop then? The noise in my head?
The Doctor: I can help.
The Master: Don’t know what I’d be without that noise.
The Doctor: Wonder what I’d be without you.
The Master: Yeah.
The Master: It began on Gallifrey. As children. Not that you’d call it childhood. More a life of duty. Eight years old. I was taken for initiation. To stare into the Untempered Schism.
Wilfred: What does that mean?
The Doctor: It’s a gap in the fabric of reality. You can see into the Time Vortex itself. And it hurts.
The Master: Took me there. In the dark. I looked into time, old man. And I heard it. Calling to me. Drums. The never-ending drums.
Lord President: The Untempered Schism. That’s when it began.
The Chancellor: History says the Master heard a rhythm. A torment that stayed with him for the rest of his life.
Lord President: A drumbeat. A warrior’s march.
The Chancellor: A symptom of insanity, my Lord.
Lord President: A rhythm of four. The heartbeat of a Time Lord.
The Doctor: The gate wasn’t enough. You’re still dying.
The Master: This body was born out of death. All it can do is die. What did you say to me? Back in the wasteland. You said “The End of Time”.
The Doctor: I said something is returning. I was shown a prophecy. That’s why I need your help.
The Master: What if I’m part of it? Don’t you see? The drum beat is calling from so far away. From the end of time itself. And now it’s been amplified six billion times. Triangulate all those singals, I could find its source! Look Doctor! That’s what your prophecy was! Me!
The Master: Where’s the TARDIS?
The Doctor: Just stop. Just think.
The Master: Kill him! I need that technology, Doctor. Tell me where it is or the old man is dead.
Wilfred: Don’t tell him!
The Master: I’ll kill him right now!
The Doctor: Actually the most impressive thing about you is that after all this time you’re still bone dead stupid.
The Master: Take aim.
The Doctor: You ‘ve got six billion pairs of eyes but you still can’t see the obvious, can you?
The Master: I what?
The Doctor: That guard is one inch too tall.
Rossiter (Lawry Lewin): Oh my god I hit him! I’ve never hit anyone in my life.
Addams (Sinead Keenan): Well come on! We need to get out of here fast.
Wilfred: God bless the cactuses.
The Doctor: That’s cactii.
Rossiter: That’s racist!
Addams: Come on! We’ve got to get out.
Rossiter: There’s too many buckles and straps.
Addams: Just… wheel him!
The Doctor: No no no! Get me out. NO! Don’t don’t!
Rossiter: Which way?
Addams: This way!
The Doctor: No no no, the other way. I’ve got my TARDIS!
Addams: I know what I’m doing.
The Doctor: No no no! Just listen to me! Not the stairs. Not the stairs! {they wheel him down the stairs} Worst. Rescue. Ever!
The Doctor: Where’s your flight deck?
Addams: But we’re safe! We’re a hundred thousand miles above the Earth!
The Doctor: And he’s got every single missile on the planet ready to fire.
Addams: … Good point.
The Doctor: We’ve gotta close it down!
Rossiter: No chance, mate. We’re going home.
Addams: We’re just a salvage team. Local politics got nothing to do with us. Not unless it’s a carnival. The sooner we get back to Vinvocci space the better.
The Doctor: We’re not leaving. {He fires on the controls and kills the power}
Wilfred: I know you though. I bet you’ve got a plan, haven’t you? Eh? Come on. You’ve always got a trick up your sleeve. Nice little bit o’ the Doctor flim flam sorta thing, eh? {The Doctor just stares at him}. Oh blimey.
The Master: Night has fallen. Are we ready?
The Master: Every single one of us is prepared.
The Master: Then we listen. All of us. Across the world. Just… listen…
Concentrate. Find the signal… There! The sound is tangible! Someone could only have designed this. But who?
The Chancellor: The signal has been sent. A simple task of four beats transmitted back through time. And implanted in The Master’s mind as a child.
Lord President: Then we have a link to where The Master is right now.
The Chancellor: But we’re still trapped inside the Time Lock, sir. The link is nothing more than a thought, an idea.
Lord President: Then we need something to make the contact physical. Something… so simple.
The Visionary: So small and shining. Shining bright and cold. The tiny tiny star falling falling. Burning burning…
Wilfred: Doctor? Hello? Hello? Is that you? Doctor? Anyone? Anyone! {to himself} Oh I think I’m lost.
Woman: And yet you are found. Events are closing. The day is almost upon us. Tell me, old soldier, did you take arms?
Wilfred: I brought this. But what am I supposed to do?
Woman: This is The Doctor’s final battle. The end of his life. He must stand at arms. Or lose himself and all this world to the end of time.
Wilfred: But he never carries guns. He doesn’t do… Who are you?
Woman: I was lost. So very long ago.
Wilfred: Got this old tub mended?
The Doctor: Just trying to fix the heating.
Wilfred: I’ve always dreamt of a view like that. {he laughs} Hee hee. I’m an astronaut! It’s dawn over England. Look! A brand new day. My wife’s buried down there. I might never visit her again now. Do you think he changed them? In their graves?
The Doctor: I’m sorry.
Wilfred: Not your fault.
The Doctor: Isn’t it?
Wilfred: Oh! 1948. I was over there. End of the Mandate in Palestine. Private Mott. Skinny little idiot I was. Stood on this rooftop in the middle of the skirmish. Like a blizzard, all them bullets in the air. The world gone mad. Yeah, you don’t want to listen to an old man’s tales, do you.
The Doctor: I’m older than you.
Wilfred: Get away.
The Doctor: I’m nine hundred and six.
Wilfred: Oh really though?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Wilfred: Nine hundred years. We must look like insects to you.
The Doctor: I think you look like giants.
Wilfred: Listen I want you to have this. I’ve kept it all this time and I thought—
The Doctor: No.
Wilfred: No, but if you take it you could….
The Doctor: No. You had that gun in the mansion. You could have shot The master there and then.
Wilfred: Too scared, I suppose.
The Doctor: I’d be proud.
Wilfred: Of what?
The Doctor: If you were my dad.
Wilfred: Oh come on. Don’t start. But you said you were told, he will knock four times and then you die. Well that’s him, isn’t it? The Master. That noise, in his head. The Master is gonna kill you.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Wilfred: Then kill him first.
The Doctor: That’s how The Master started. It’s not like I’m an innocent. I’ve taken lives. I got worse— I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own. Sometimes I think a Time Lord lives too long. {he looks at the gun} I can’t. I just can’t.
Wilfred: If The Master dies, what happens to all the people?
The Doctor: I don’t know.
Wilfred: Doctor. What happens?
The Doctor: The template snaps.
Wilfred: Will they go back to being human? {The Doctor nods} They’re alive and human. Then don’t you dare, sir. Don’t you dare put him before them. Now you take this. That’s an order, Doctor. Take the gun. You take the gun and save your life! And… please don’t die— you’re the most wonderful man and I don’t want you to die…
The Doctor: Never.
The Master: A star fell from the sky. Don’t you want to know where from? Because now it makes sense, Doctor.
Addams: It’s an open broadcast. Don’t reply. Or they’ll know where we are.
The Master: The whole of my life. My destiny. The star was a diamond. And the diamond is a white point star. And I have worked all night dissecting my new gift. Now the star is mine. I can increase the signal. And use it as a life line. Do you get it now? Do you see? Keep watching, Doctor. This should be spectacular. Over and out.
Wilfred: What’s he on about? What’s he doing? Doctor, what does that mean?
The Doctor: A white point star is only found on one planet. Gallifrey! Which means it’s the Time Lords. The Time Lords are returning!
Wilfred: Well I mean that’s good, isn’t it? That’s your people.
Lord President: Now the High Council of Time Lords must vote. Whether we die here today or return to the waking world and complete the ultimate sanction. For this is the hour when either Gallifrey falls. Or Gallifrey rises!
Time Lords: Gallifrey rises!
Wilfred: But you said your people were dead. Past tense.
The Doctor: Inside the Time War. And the whole war was time-locked. Like sealed inside a bubble. It’s not a bubble, but just think of a bubble. Nothing can get in or out of the time lock. Don’t you see? Nothing can get in or out except something that was already there.
Wilfred: The signal! Since he was a kid!
The Doctor: They can follow the signal. They can escape before they die.
Wilfred: Well there’ll be a big reunion. We’ll have a party.
The Doctor: There will be no party.
Wilfred: But I’ve heard you talk about your people like they’re wonderful.
The Doctor: That’s how I choose to remember them. The Time Lords of old. But then they went to war. An endless war. And it changed them. Right to the core. You’ve seen my enemies, Wilf. The Time Lords are more dangerous than any of them.
Addams: Time Lords? What Lords? Anyone want to explain?
The Doctor: Right! Yes! You! This is a salvage ship, yes? You’ve been trawling the asteroid fields for junk.
Addams: Yeah, what about it?
The Doctor: So you’ve got asteroid lasers!
Rossiter: Yeah, but they’re all frazzled.
The Doctor: Consider them unfrazzled. You there! What’s your name— I’m going to need you on navigation. And you, get in the laser pod! Wilfred—
Wilfred: Yes.
The Doctor: Laser number two. The old soldier’s got one more battle.
Addams: This ship can’t move. It’s dead.
The Doctor: Fixed the heating. {he powers up the ship}
Addams: But now they can see us!
The Doctor: Oh yes!
Addams: This is my ship and you’re not moving it. Step away from the wheel!
The Doctor: There’s an old Earth saying, Captain. A phrase of great power and wisdom and consolation to the soul in times of need.
Addams: What’s that then?
The Doctor: Allons y!
The Master: He’s moving, sir.
The Master: Get a fix on him.
The Master: He’s moving very fast.
The Doctor: You two! What did I say? Lasers!
Rossiter: What for?
The Doctor: Because of the missiles! We’ve gotta fight off the entire planet.
Lord President: The vote is taken. Only two stand against. And will stand as monument to their shame. Like the Weeping Angels of old.
Addams: We’ve locked onto the house. We are going to stop though. Doctor? We are going to stop.
Lord President: My Lord Doctor. My Lord Master. We are gathered for the end.
Wilf: Turn it ’round! Land it!
Addams: We are not going in there.
Wilf: I am not leaving that man on his own. Not today. Land it!
The Doctor: Listen to me. You can’t.
Lord President: It is a fitting paradox that our salvation comes at the hands of our most infamous child.
The Doctor: He’s not saving you. Don’t you realize what he’s going?
The Master: Hey! No! Hey! That’s mine. Hush. Look around you. I’ve transplanted myself into every single human being. But who wants a mongrel little species like them? Because now I can transplant myself into every single Time Lord. Oh yes! Mr. President, sir. Standing there all noble and resplendent. And decrepit. Think how much better you’re gonna look as me. {the Lord President turns mankind back into itself}
Lord President: On your knees, mankind.
The Master: That’s fine, that’s good. Because you said “salvation”. I still saved you. Don’t forget that!
Lord President: The approach begins!
The Master: The approach of what?
The Doctor: “Something is returning.” Don’t you ever listen? That was the prophecy. Not some “one,” some “thing”.
The Master: What is it?
The Doctor: They’re not just bringing back the species. It’s Gallifrey! Right here. Right now.
The Master: But this is fantastic, isn’t it? The Time Lords restored.
The Doctor: You weren’t there. In the final days of the war. You never saw what was born. But if the time lock’s broken then everything is coming through. Not just the Daleks, but the Star of Degradations. The Horde of Travesties. The Nightmare Child. The Could-Have-Been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres. The war turned into hell! And that’s what you’ve opened. Right above the Earth. Hell is descending.
The Master: My kind of world.
The Doctor: Just listen! ‘Cause even the Time Lords can’t survive that.
Lord President: We will initiate the Final Sanction. The end of time will come. At my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the time vortex apart.
The Master: That’s suicide.
Lord President: We will ascend! To become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies. Free of time. And cause and effect, where creation itself ceases to be.
The Doctor: You see now. That’s what they were planning. In the final days of the war. I had to stop them.
The Master: Then… take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory!
Lord President: You are diseased. Albeit a disease of our own making. No more. {The Doctor takes aim at the Lord President} Choose your enemy well. We are many. The Master is but one.
The Master: But he’s the president. Kill him and Gallifrey could be yours. {The Doctor takes aim at The Master} He’s to blame. Not me! Oh… the link is inside my head. Kill me, the link gets broken, they go back. You never would, you coward. Go on then. Do it! {The Doctor takes aim at the Lord President} Exactly! It’s not just me, it’s him! Kill him!
Lord President: The final act of your life is murder. But which one of us.
The Doctor: The link is broken. Back into the time war, Rassilon. Back into hell!
The Visionary: Gallifrey falling! Gallifrey falling!
Lord President: You die with me, Doctor!
The Doctor: I know.
The Master: Get out of the way. {he fires at the Lord President} You did this to me! All of my life! You made me! One! Two! Three! Four!
The Doctor: I’m alive. I’m still alive. {Four knocks}
Wilfred: They’re gone then? Good-o. If you could, let me out.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Wilfred: Only this thing seems to be making a bit of a noise.
The Doctor: The Master left the nuclear bolt running. It’s gone into overload.
Wilfred: And that’s bad is it?
The Doctor: No. ‘Cause all the excess radiation gets vented inside there. Vinvocci glass contains it. All five hundred thousand rads about to flood that thing.
Wilfred: Oh. Well you better let me out then.
The Doctor: Except it’s gone critical. Touch one control and it floods. Even this would set it off.
Wilfred: I’m sorry. Look, just leave me.
The Doctor: Okay, right then. I will. ‘Cause you had to go in there, didn’t you? You had to go and get stuck! Oh yes! ‘Cause that’s who you are, Wilfred.
You were always this… waiting for me all this time.
Wilfred: No really. Just leave me. I’m an old man, Doctor. I’ve had my time.
The Doctor: Well exactly! Look at you. Not remotely important! But me? I could do so much more! So much more! But this is what I get. My reward. Well it’s not fair! {silence}. Oh… I’ve lived too long.
Wilfred: No. No no please don’t. No no! Please don’t! Please!
The Doctor: Wilfred. It’s my honor. Better be quick! 3-2-1 {enters the chamber}
Wilfred: Hello.
The Doctor: Hi.
Wilfred: Still with us.
The Doctor: System’s dead. I absorbed it all. Whole thing’s kaput. Oh. Now it opens, yes.
Wilfred: Well there we are then. Safe and sound. Mind you, you’re in a hell of a state. You’ve got some battle scars there. But they’ve… Your— your face. How did you do that?
The Doctor: It’s started.
Donna: What happened? Did I miss something? Again!
The Doctor: Oo. She’s smiling. As if today wasn’t bad enough. Anyway. Don’t go thinking this is goodbye, Wilf. I’ll see you again. One more time.
Wilfred: What do you mean? When’s that?
The Doctor: Just… keep looking. I’ll be there.
Wilfred: Where are you going?
The Doctor: To get my reward.
Mickey and Martha
Mickey: I told you to stay behind.
Martha: You looked like you needed help. Besides, you’re the one who persuaded me to go freelance.
Mickey: Yeah, but— we’re being fired at by a Sontoran. A dumpling with a gun. And this is no place for a married woman.
Martha: Well then. You shouldn’t have married me.
Above them, The Doctor takes out the Sontoran.
Mickey: If we go in here, and down to the factory floor, and down past that corridor. Then he won’t know that we’re here. Martha sees the Doctor.
Martha: Mickey. Mickey.
Sarah Jane Smith and Luke
Luke: That was the maddest Christmas ever, Clive. Mom still doesn’t know what happened. She got Mr. Smith to put out this story saying that wifi went mad all across the world giving everyone hallucinations. I mean how else are you going explain everyone with a different face. {The Doctor grabs him just as a car is about to hit him} It’s you. You’re the— Mum! Mum!
Sarah Jane Smith (Elisabeth Sladen): What? What is it?
Luke (Thomas Knight): It’s him. It’s The Doctor.
Captain Jack (and Alonzo)
Bartender handing a note to Jack: From the man over there. {Reads: His name is Alonzo}
{Jack and The Doctor salute}
Jack: So Alonzo. Goin’ my way?
Alonzo (Russell Tovey): How do you know my name?
Jack: I’m kind of psychic.
Alonzo: Really? Know what I’m thinking right now?
Jack: Oh yeah.
Verity Newman
Verity (Jessica Hynes): No, it’s not just a story, no. Every word of it’s true. I found my great grandmother’s diary in the loft. And she was a nurse in 1913. She fell in love with this man called John Smith. Except he was a visitor. From another world. She fell in love with a man from the stars. And she wrote it all down. {Signing the next book} And who’s it for?
The Doctor: The Doctor.
Verity: “To The Doctor”. Funny. That’s the name he used.
The Doctor: Was she happy? In the end?
Verity: Yes. Yes she was. Were you?
Donna
Nerys (Krystal Archer): You made me wear peach.
Donna: That’s ’cause you are a peach. Fairer skin, stone inside. Going off.
Wilfred: And here you are. Same old face. Didn’t I tell you, you’d be alright. Oh! They’ve arrested Mr. Naismith. It was on the news. “Crimes undisclosed”. And his daughter— both of them, locked up. But I keep thinking, Doctor. There’s one thing you never told me. That woman. Who was she?
The Doctor: I just wanted to give you this. Wedding present. Thing is, I never carry money so I just popped back in time. Borrowed a quid off a really lovely man. Jeffrey Noble, his name was. “Have it,” he says. “Have that on me.”
And Rose…
Rose: You alright, mate?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Too much to drink?
The Doctor: Something like that.
Rose: Maybe it’s time you went home.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Anyway. Happy New Year.
The Doctor: And you. What year is this?
Rose: Blimey, how much have you had? 2005. January the first.
The Doctor: 2005. Tell you what. I bet you’re going to have a really great year.
Rose: Yeah? {she nods and smiles} See ya.
Ood Sigma (Silas Carson): We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending. But the story never ends.
The Doctor: I don’t want to go.
The Doctor (Matt Smith): Legs! I’ve still got legs! Good. Arms. Hands. Oo! Fingers. Lots of fingers. Ears. Yes. Eyes two. Nose. I’ve had worse. Chin. Blimey. Hair. I’m a girl. No no. I’m not a girl. And still not ginger. There’s something else. Something important! I’m- I’m- crashing! Ha ha! Geronimo!