The Doctor: Time travel without a capsule. That’s a killer!
Jack: Still, at least we made it. Earth. Twenty-first century by the looks of it. Talk about lucky.
The Doctor: That wasn’t luck. That was me.
Jack: The moral is, if you’re going to get stuck at the end of the universe, get stuck with an ex-Time Agent and his vortex manipulator.
Martha: But this Master bloke. He’s got the TARDIS. He could be anywhere in time and space.
The Doctor: No, he’s here. Trust me.
Martha: I said I knew that voice. When he spoke inside the TARDIS. I’ve heard that voice hundreds of times. I’ve seen him. We all have. That was the voice of Harold Saxon.
The Doctor: That’s him. He’s Prime Minister. The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain. The Master and his wife.
The Master (John Simm): This country has been sick. This country needs healing. This country needs medicine. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that what this country really needs, right now, is a doctor.
The Master: Before we start all that, I just wanted to say… thank you. Thank you, one and all. You ugly, fat-faced bunch of wet, sniveling traitors.
Albert Dumfries (Nicholas Gecks): Yes quite. Very funny. But I think—
The Master: No. That wasn’t funny.
Albert Dumfries: You’re insane!
The Master: Yes!
The Doctor: Jack, who are you phoning? You can’t tell anyone we’re here.
Jack: Just some friends of mine, but there’s no reply.
Martha handing him her laptop: Here you go. Any good?
Jack: I can show you the Saxon web site. He’s been around for ages.
Martha: That’s so weird though. It was the day after the election. That’s only four days after I met you.
The Doctor: I’ve been flying all around the universe while he was here all the time.
Martha: You gonna tell us who he is?
The Doctor: He’s a Time Lord.
Martha: Well have the rest of it? I mean who’d call himself “The Master”?
The Doctor: That’s all you need to know.
Vivien Rook (Nichola McAuliffe): Mrs. Saxon! Vivien Rook, Sunday Mirror. You’ve heard of me.
Vivien Rook: Now, everyone’s talking about Harold Saxon. But I thought, what about the wife. All I need is twenty minutes.
Lucy Saxon (Alexandra Moen): Oh, I think maybe we should wait.
Vivien Rook: The headline’s waiting to print. The power behind the throne.
Lucy Saxon: Really?
Vivien Rook: Britain’s First Lady.
Lucy Saxon: Gosh.
Vivien Rook: Front page.
Lucy Saxon: Oh. Well. I suppose. Oh go on then, twenty minutes.
Vivien Rook: Mrs. Saxon, I have reason to believe that you’re in very great danger. All of us, in fact. Not just the country but the whole world. {Lucy laughs} No, I beg of you. Hear me out.
Lucy Saxon: What are you talking about?
Vivien Rook: Your husband is not who he says he is. I’m sorry, but it’s a lie. Everything’s a lie.
Sharon Osbourne: I’m voting Saxon. He can tick my box any day.
Jack: Former Minister of Defence. First came to prominence when he shot down the Racnoss on Christmas Eve. Nice work, by the way.
The Doctor: Oh, thanks.
Vivien Rook: All of it—the school days, his degree, even his mother and father—it’s all invented. Look. Harold Saxon never went to Cambridge. There was no Harold Saxon. The thing is, it’s obvious. The forgery is screaming out, and yet no one can see it. It’s as if he’s mesmerized the entire world.
Lucy: I think perhaps you should leave.
Vivien Rook: Eighteen months ago he became real. {she shows her a photo} This is his first honest-to-God appearance. Just after the downfall of Harriet Jones. And at the exact same time they launched the Archangel Network.
Vivien Rook: Lucy, I am begging you. If you have seen anything—heard anything. Even the slightest thing that would give you cause to doubt him.
Lucy: I think…
Vivien Rook: Yes?
Lucy: There was a time when we first met—I wondered. But he was so good to my father. And he said…
Vivien Rook: What? Just tell me sweetheart.
Lucy: The thing is, I made my choice.
Vivien Rook: I’m sorry?
Lucy: For better or for worse. Isn’t that right, Harry?
Saxon: My faithful companion.
Saxon: Harold Saxon doesn’t exist.
Vivien Rook: Then tell me. Who are you?
Saxon: I am The Master. And these are my friends.
Lucy: I’m sorry.
Saxon: Can’t you hear it, Mrs. Rook?
Vivien Rook: What do you mean?
Saxon: The drumbeat. The drums are coming closer and closer.
The Doctor: How has he managed all this? The Master was always sort of… hypnotic but this is on a massive scale.
Martha: I was going to vote for him.
The Doctor: Really?
Martha: Well it was before I even met you. And I liked him.
Jack: Me too.
The Doctor: Why do you say that? What was his policy? What did he stand for?
Martha: I don’t know. He always sounded good. {she starts tapping} Like you could trust him. Just nice. He spoke about… I can’t even remember, but it was good. Just the sound of his voice.
The Doctor: What’s that?!
Martha: What?
The Doctor: That! That tapping! That rhythm. What are you doing?
Martha: I don’t know. It’s nothing. It’s just— I don’t know!
Saxon: Citizens of Great Britain, I have been contacted. A message for humanity from beyond the stars.
Toclafane: People of the earth. We come in peace. We bring great gifts. We bring technology and wisdom and protection. And all we ask in return is your friendship.
Saxon: Oo. Sweet. And this species has identified itself. They’re called the Toclafane.
Clive Jones (Trevor Laird): Martha, it’s me.
Martha: Dad? What are you doing there?
Clive Jones: Like your mother said. Come ’round. We can explain everything.
Martha: Dad. Just say “yes” or “no”. Is there someone else there?
Clive Jones: YES! Just run! Listen to me: just run! {the police grab him}
Martha: I’ve got to help them!
The Doctor: That’s exactly what they want! It’s a trap.
Martha: I don’t care!
Clive Jones: It’s your fault. All of you! You voted Saxon. You did this!
Francine Jones (Adjoa Andoh): Martha, get out of here. Get out!
Saxon Minion: Target identified.
The Doctor: Martha, reverse.
Saxon Minion: Take aim.
The Doctor: Get out now!
Saxon Minion: Fire!
Martha careening down the street: “The only place he can go is Planet Earth.” Great!
The Doctor: Careful!
The Master: Doctor.
The Doctor: Master.
The Master: I like it when you use my name.
The Doctor: You chose it. Psychiatrist’s field day.
The Master: As you chose yours. “The man who makes people better”. How sanctimonious is that?
The Doctor: So. Prime Minister then.
The Master: I know! It’s good, isn’t it?
The Doctor: Who are those creatures? ‘Cause there’s no such thing as the Toclafane. That’s just a made-up name like the Bogeyman.
The Master: Do you remember all those fairy tales about the Toclafane when we were kids? Back home. Where is it, Doctor?
The Doctor: Gone.
The Master: How can Gallifrey be gone?
The Doctor: It burnt.
The Master: And the Time Lords?
The Doctor: Dead. And the Daleks. More or less. What happened to you?
The Master: The Time Lords only resurrected me because they knew I’d be the perfect warrior for a Time War. I was there when that Dalek Emperor took control of the Cruciform. I saw it. I ran. I ran so far. Made myself human so they would never find me. Because… I was so scared.
The Doctor: I know.
The Master: All of them? But not you. Which must mean—
The Doctor: I was the only one that could end it. And I tried, I did. I tried everything.
The Master: What did it feel like though? Two almighty civilizations burning. Oh, tell me how did that feel?
The Doctor: Stop it!
The Master: You must have been like God.
The Doctor: I’ve been alone ever since. But not anymore. Don’t you see? All we’ve got is each other.
The Master: Are you asking me out on a date?
The Master: You’re public enemies number one, two and three. Oh, and you can tell handsome Jack that I’ve sent his little gang off on a wild goose chase to the Himalayas. So you won’t be getting any help from them. Now go on, off you go. Why not start by turning to the right?
The Doctor: He can see us. {disables the CCTV}
The Master: Oh you public menace! Better start running. Go on, run.
The Doctor: He’s got control of everything.
Martha: What do we do?
Jack: We’ve got nowhere to go.
Martha: Doctor, what do we do?
The Master: Run, Doctor. Run for your life!
The Doctor: We run.
Saxon about the Teletubbies: Have you seen these things? This planet’s amazing. Television in their stomach. Now that is evolution.
Sphere: Is the machine ready?
Saxon: Tomorrow morning. It reaches critical at 8:02. Precisely.
Sphere: We have to escape. Because it’s coming, sir. The darkness! The never-ending darkness. The terrible terrible cold. We have to run and run and run.
Saxon: Eight o’clock tomorrow morning. Tell your people. The world is waiting.
The Doctor: It still says “the Jones family taken in for questioning.” Tell you what though, no mention of Leo.
Martha: He’s not as daft as he looks. I’m talking about my brother on the run. How did this happen?
Jack: So Doctor, who is he? How come the ancient society of Time Lords created a psychopath?
Martha: And what is he to you? A colleague or—
The Doctor: A friend, at first.
Martha: I thought you were going to say he was your secret brother or something.
The Doctor: You’ve been watching too much TV.
Jack: But all the legends of Gallifrey made it sound so perfect.
The Doctor: Well perfect to look at, maybe. And it was. It was beautiful. Used to call it the “Shining World of the Seventh System”. And on the continent of Wild Endeavor, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below. Sworn never to interfere, only to watch. Children of Gallifrey, taken from their families age of eight, to enter the Academy. Some say that’s where it all began… when he was a child. That’s when The Master saw Eternity. As a novice he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It’s a gap in the fabric of reality, through which can be seen the whole of the vortex. You stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child. Some would be inspired, some would run away, and some would go mad.
Martha: What about you?
The Doctor: Oh, the ones that ran away. I never stopped.
Jack: Since we’re telling stories, um, there’s something I haven’t told you.
The Doctor: You work for Torchwood?
Jack: I swear to you, it’s different, it’s changed. There’s only a half dozen of us now.
The Doctor: Everything Torchwood did and you’re part of it.
Jack: The old regime was destroyed at Canary Wharf. I rebuilt it, I changed it. And when I did that, I did it for you, in your honor.
Vivien Rook: If I haven’t returned to my desk by twenty-two hundred this file will be emailed to Torchwood. Which means if you’re watching this, then I’m… Anyway, the Saxon files are attached. But take a look at the Archangel document. That’s when it all started. When Harry Saxon became minister in charge of watching the Archangel Network.
The Doctor: What’s the Archangel Network?
Martha: I’ve got Archangel. Everyone’s got it.
Jack: It’s a mobile phone network. ‘Cause look, it’s gone worldwide. They’ve got fifteen satellites in orbit. Even the other networks, they’re all carried by Archangel.
The Doctor: It’s in the phones!
The Doctor: Three TARDIS keys. Three pieces of the TARDIS. All with low-level perception properties. Because the TARDIS is designed to blend in—well, sort of—but now! The Archangel Network’s got a second low-level signal, wear the key to the Network and, Martha, look at me, you can see me, yes?
Martha: Yup.
The Doctor: What about now? {her eyes shift focus} Hello! I’m here.
Martha: It’s like, I know you’re there, but I don’t wanna know.
The Doctor: And back again! See. It just shifts your perception a tiny little bit. Doesn’t make us invisible, just unnoticed. Oh! I know what’s it like: it’s like when you fancy someone and they don’t even know you exist. That’s what it’s like.
Jack to Martha: You too, huh?
Saxon: Mr. President, sir.
President Winters (Colin Stinton): Mr. Saxon. The British Army will stand down. From now on UNIT has control of this operation.
Saxon: You make it sound like an invasion.
President Winters: First contact policy was decided by the Security Council in 1968. And you’ve just gone and ignored it.
Saxon: Well you know what it’s like. New job, all that paperwork. I think it’s down the back of the settee. I did have a quick look. I found a pen, a sweet, a bus ticket, and a… have you met the wife?
Martha: I’m going to kill him.
Jack: What say I use the perception filter to walk up behind him and break his neck.
The Doctor: Now that sounds like Torchwood.
Jack: Still a good plan.
The Doctor: He’s a Time Lord. Which makes him my responsibility. I’m not here to kill him. I’m here to save him.
Jack: What the hell’s he done?
The Doctor: Don’t touch it.
Jack: I’m not going to.
Martha: What’s he done though? Sounds like it’s sick.
The Doctor: It can’t be. No no no no no. It can’t be.
Martha: Doctor, what is it?
The Doctor: He’s cannibalized the TARDIS.
Jack: Is this what I think it is?
The Doctor: It’s a paradox machine.
The Master to Lucy: Jelly baby?
The Doctor: As soon as this hits red it activates. At this speed it’ll trigger at two minutes past eight.
Jack: First contact is at eight, then two minutes later…
Martha: What’s it for? What does a paradox machine do?
Jack: More important, can you stop it?
The Doctor: Not until I know what it’s doing. Touch the wrong bit it’ll blow up the solar system.
Martha: Then we’ve got to get to The Master.
Jack: Yeah, how’re we going to stop him?
The Doctor: Oh, I’ve got a way. Sorry, didn’t I mention it? {he grins}
The Master: We meet at last, Doctor. Oh ho! I love saying that.
The Doctor: Stop this! Stop it now!
The Master: As if a perception filter’s going to work on me. And look. It’s the girly and the freak. Although I’m not sure which one’s which. {he shoots an advancing Jack} Laser screwdriver. Who’d have sonic? And the good thing is he’s not dead for long. I get to kill him again!
The Doctor: It’s that sound—that sound in your head. What if I could help?
The Master: Oh, how to shut him up? I know. Memory lane! Professor Lazarus. Remember him? And his genetic manipulation device. What, did you think little Tish got that job merely by coincidence? I’ve been laying traps for you all this time. And if I can concentrate all that Lazarus technology into one little screwdriver. But, oo… if only I had the Doctor’s biological code? Oh wait a minute. I do! I’ve got his hand! {he unveils the Doctor’s hand from the Christmas Invasion} And if Lazarus made himself younger, what if I reverse it? Another hundred years?
Jack: Teleport.
Martha: I can’t.
Jack: We can’t stop him. Get out of here. Get out.
The Doctor: The Toclafane. What are they? Who are they?
The Master: Doctor, if I told you the truth, your hearts would break.
The Master: So! Earthlings. Basically, um… End of the World. Here come the drums!
The Master: Shall we decimate them? That sounds good. Nice word. “Decimate.” {to the Toclafane} Remove one-tenth of the population!
Martha looking out on the Toclafane invasion: I’m coming back.
The Master: So it came to pass that the human race fell and the Earth was no more. And I looked down upon my new dominion as Master of all. And I thought it good.