Listen

The Doctor: Listen!

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. There is perfect defense. 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? {yelling into the empty TARDIS} Well? What would you do!?

Danny Pink (Samuel Anderson) laughing: Are you serious?
Clara: She said she couldn’t concentrate on her work because my face was too wide!
Danny: Wide!
Clara: I could kill that girl some days.
Danny: Me too.
Clara: From you that means something.
Danny: Sorry?

Danny: I dug 23 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 shoot. People I kept safe.
Clara: Okay, point taken. Seriously.
Danny: So why doesn’t that ever get mentioned?

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?

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 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 traveling 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?

The Doctor: You see, I have a theory.
Clara: I bet you have. What theory?
The Doctor: I think everybody, at some point in their lives, has the exact same nightmare.

The Doctor: You wake up—or you think you do—and there’s someone in the dark, someone close. Or you think there might be. 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. And you very nearly believe it. You really, really, try. And then… {a hand reaches out from under the bed}.

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 everybody dreams about something under the bed.
The Doctor: Why?

The Doctor: Just hold on tight. If anything bites, let it.
Clara: What is it?
The Doctor: TARDIS telepathic interface. You’re now in mental contact with the TARDIS, so don’t think anything rude.
Clara: Why not?
The Doctor: It might end up on all the screens. The TARDIS is extrapolating your timeline, from the moment of your birth to the moment of your death.
Clara: Which I do not need a preview of!

The Doctor: It should be able to home in on 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!

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.

The Doctor: Do you always work here nights?
Reg (Robert Goodman): Most nights, yes.
The Doctor: 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. {the TV cuts out} Who turned your telly off?
Reg: It does that. It… {he turns to see the Doctor gone} just goes off. {he turns again to find his coffee gone}
The Doctor drinking coffee: Mm.

Clara: Do you know why dreams are called dreams?
Rupert Pink (Remi Gooding): Why?
Clara: Because they’re not real. If they were, they wouldn’t need a name.

Clara: 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. It’s nothing to be afraid of. {something presses down on the bed above them} Who else is in this room?
Rupert: Nobody.
Clara: Someone must have come in.
Rupert: Nobody came in.

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.

The Doctor: The thing on the bed. Look at it. Does it scare you?
Rupert: Yes.
The Doctor: Well that’s good. Want to know why tht’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? {he indicates the lump on the bed} 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.

The Doctor: Now there are two possiblities. 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.

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!

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.

Clara: You see this one? This one’s the boss one, the colonel. He’s gonna keep a special eye out.
Rupert: It’s broken, that one. It doesn’t have a gun.
Clara: That’s why he’s the boss. A soldier so brave he doesn’t need a gun. He can keep the whole world safe. What should we call him?
Rupert: Dan.
Clara: Sorry?
Rupert: Dan the Soldier Man. That’s what I call him.
Clara: Good. Good name.

Clara: So… is it possible that we 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.

Clara: Will he, um, will he remember any of that?
The Doctor: Scrambled his memory. Gave him a big old dream about being Dan the Soldier Man.

Clara: 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 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 it.
Danny: You can have it.
Clara: Oo. Pretty bold offer, Mr. Pink.
Danny: I meant… yeah, 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. It is a bit much.
Danny: Yeah, it is a bit much.
Clara: Mind you! Rupert Pink!
Danny: Sorry?

Clara: 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… {the random astronaut motions for her to follow him} exactly.

The Doctor: What’s going on with your face? It’s all eyes. Why are you all eyes? Get them under control!

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!
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.

The Doctor: 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. Of course it isn’t. There’s still time though.

Clara: Is she doing the all eyes thing? It’s because her face is so wide. She needs there mirrors.

The Doctor: The universe is dead. Everything that ever was is dead and gone. There’s nothing beyond this door but nothingness, forever. So why is it locked?
Orson Pink: Please… don’t make me spend another night here.
The Doctor: Afraid of the dark. But the dark is empty now.
Orson Pink: No. No it isn’t.

Clara: Orson, do me a favor. Take my advice. When you get home, stay away from time travel.
Orson Pink: It runs in the family.
Clara: What? Sorry, what do you mean, “runs in the family”?
Orson Pink: Nothing, it’s just… just silly stories one of my grandparents, well, great-grandparents—
Clara: What is it? Tell me. You asked if you knew me? {he hands her the army man} It’s a family heirloom.
Orson Pink: Yeah.

Clara: If everybody in the universe is dead 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.

The Doctor: Six months, stranded alone, I suppose it must be tempting.
Clara: What is?
The Doctor: Company.

Clara: What’s that?
The Doctor: What kind of explanation would you like?
Clara: A reassuring one.

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?

Clara: Doctor, you don’t actually believe all of 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?”
Clara: Did we come to the end of the universe because of a nursery rhyme?

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: TARDIS. Now!

The Doctor: 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.

Clara: What was out there? What were you so afraid of?
Orson Pink: I’ve been here a long time. My own shadow, probably.
Clara: Yeah. {the TARDIS doors rattle}
Orson Pink: That’s probably jsut the rest of the air escaping.
Clara: You say probably a lot. {the whole TARDIS shakes}
Orson Pink: We are safe. Nothing can get in here, right?
Clara: Probably.

Clara: The thing is, my timeline…. Orson. you don’t want to meet yourself. It’s really embarrassing.

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: They’ll be no crying in the army.
Woman: Hush!

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.

The Doctor: Sontarans! Perverting the course of human history! {Rupert looks confused} You’re confusing me. What? Shut up. Shut up. Where’s Clara?

Clara to the young Doctor: It’s okay. This is just a dream. Just lie back again. Just lie back on the bed. It’ll be okay if you lie back again and just go to sleep. Just do that for me. Just sleep.

Orson Pink: What happened? What did you see? What’s out there?
Clara: What if there was nothing? What if there was never 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.

Clara: Listen. 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 gonna 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. Fear can make you kind. … 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. So listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this: 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 gonna leave you something just so you’ll always remember. Fear makes companions of us all.