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Zulu
It is said that in the final days of planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams.
The west of the north of that world, the human race did gather in the
celebration of a pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark.
Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come.
But they forgot.
Because they must.
They forgot their nightmares of fire and war and insanity.
They forgot.
Except for one.
They call it the legend of the blue box.
I've never been in here before. I'm not one for churches.
Too cold.
This was the site of a convent back in the 1300s.
It's said a demon fell from the sky.
Then a man appeared.
A man in a blue box.
They called him the sainted physician.
He smoked the demon and then disappeared.
There's a bit of a coincidence.
It's said there's no such thing as coincidence.
Who knows?
Perhaps he's coming back.
Oh, that would make my Christmas.
Ha ha ha!
Now, sorry.
There you are.
So, where were we?
I was summoned, wasn't I?
An ood in the snow, calling to me.
Well, I didn't mean to come straight here. Had a bit of fun, you know,
about, did this and that. Got into trouble, you know me. It was brilliant.
I saw the phosphorus carousel of the great Magellan Gestalt.
Saved a planet from the red carnivorous moor.
Named Galaxy Allison.
Got married.
That was a mistake.
Good Queen Bess.
But let me tell you, her nickname is no longer... Anyway.
What do you want?
You should not have delayed.
Last time I was here, you said my song would be ending soon.
And I'm in no hurry for that.
You will come with me.
Hold on.
Better lock the tires.
See? Like a car.
I locked it like a car.
Like, funny.
No? A little bit.
Blimey. Trying to make an Ood laugh.
So how old are you now, Ood Sigma?
Ah.
Magnificent.
Oh. Come on, that is splendid.
You've achieved all this in how long?
100 years.
Then we've got a problem.
Because all of this is way too fast.
Not just the city, I mean your ability to call me.
Reaching all the way back to the 21st century.
Something's accelerating your species way beyond normal.
And the mind of the Ood is troubled.
Why? What's happened?
Every night, Doctor.
Every night we have bad dreams.
Returning, returning, returning.
It is slowly returning through the dark and the fire and the blood.
Always returning, returning to this world.
It is returning, and he is returning, and they are returning. But too late.
late. Far too late.
He has come.
Sit with the elder or the old and share the dreaming.
So.
Right.
Hello.
You will join.
You will join.
You will join.
You will join. You will join. You will join.
He will join.
He comes to us every night.
I think all the peoples of the universe dream of him now.
That man is dead.
There is yet more.
Join us.
Events are taking shape so many years ago and yet changing the now.
There is a man so scared.
Wilfred, is he all right?
What about Donna? Is she safe? You should not have delayed, for the lines
convergence are being drawn across the earth.
Even now, the king is in his counting house.
I don't know who they are. And there is another.
The most lonely of all.
Lost and forgotten.
The Master's wife.
We see so much, but understand little.
The woman in the cage, who is she?
She was... It wasn't her fault, she was... The Master, he's a
Time Lord, like me.
I can show you.
The Master took the name of Saxon. He married a human, a woman called Lucy.
And he corrupted her.
She stood at his side while he conquered the Earth.
I reversed everything he'd done so it never even happened.
But Lucy Saxon remembered.
I held him in my arms.
I burnt his body.
The Master is dead.
And yet, you did not see.
I have to go. But something more is happening, Doctor.
The Master is part of a greater design.
Because a shadow is falling over creation.
Something vast is stirring in the dark.
You'd have gained this power to see through time.
Because time is bleeding.
Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil.
And these events from years ago threaten to destroy.
This future, and the present, and the past.
What do you mean?
This is what we have seen, Doctor.
The darkness heralds only one thing.
The end of time itself.
Events that have happened.
are happening now.
Mrs. Saxon, let me introduce myself.
I'm your new governor.
I'm afraid the previous governor met with something of an accident, which
quite some time to arrange.
Mr. Fusis, if you will prepare.
You kept your silence well, Mrs. Saxon.
Your trial was held in secret with no jury.
So, no one knows who Harold Saxon was.
Where he came from.
Why you killed him.
Make her kneel.
There are those of us who never lost faith.
And in his wisdom.
Harold Saxon prepared for this moment.
He knew that he might die, and he made us ready.
Tonight, Mrs. Saxon, you're a dad.
As it was written in the secret books of Saxon, these
are the potions of life. Listen to me. Whatever he told you,
you've got no idea what you're doing. Mr. Huston, the catalyst.
What are you doing?
Leave me alone!
You were Saxon's wife.
You bore his imprint.
That's what we needed.
The final biometrical signature.
You can't bring him back. You can't.
Never die. Never die. Never die. Never die. Never die.
Oh,
Lucy.
Sweet Lucy Saxon. My ever faithful. Did the widow's kiss
bring me back to life?
Let them die.
They're just the first.
The whole stupid, deceiving human race can fall into the pit.
Can you hear it, Lucy?
The noise?
The drumbeat?
Louder than ever before.
Drum.
The never -ending drum.
Oh, I have missed them.
Don't you dare.
I'm ordering you to lose your...
I think we might be in luck, darling.
It's the footage from Broadfold Prison the night it burned down.
Take a look at this.
Someone survived.
Do you think it's him?
Oh, that would be such a Christmas present.
You just leave it to Daddy.
Ladies and gentlemen, it seems help is at hand.
Christmas is cancelled.
Prepare the gate.
Paratroop 1 to Paratroop 2, we are mobilised. I repeat, we are mobilised.
Rendezvous, 1300 hours.
Over and out.
Right, he's tall and thin, wears a brown suit, maybe a blue suit. He's got a
long brown coat.
Modern sort of hair, all sticky -uppy.
Right, oh, and on page two, be on the lookout for a police box, exactly like
old one. I got locked inside one of them, August Bank, holiday 1962.
Were you misbehaving, Minnie?
I certainly was.
Wahey.
Yeah, all right, all right, now listen.
This is important.
We have got to find it. Right, so phone around.
Phone everybody. Sally, will you get on to the bridge club? Right. Winston, you
try the old boys. Bobby, I want you to ring the skiffle band, right? Between
we've got the city covered. The Silver Cloak? Yeah. Who is he, then, this
doctor?
No, I can't tell you that, I swear.
Yeah, but answer me this.
You been having a bad dream?
All of you?
Dreams you can't remember?
Yeah.
Well, that's why we need him.
We need the Doctor.
More than ever.
Onions for that?
Oh, yeah. Go on, pile them on.
What about you, Ginger?
Onions?
He's done so much.
Give him onions.
He's down for Huddersfield.
Don't forget tomorrow night.
Christmas broadcast.
President Obama.
He's promised to end the recession.
Bad times will soon be over, Ginger.
Well, Susan's great, isn't she? And you.
Happy Christmas.
Now, what can we get you, sir?
Everything.
They're saying that the president's got this grand plan.
He's going to save the world with some big financial scheme.
Whatever it is, but it won't reach you and me.
Somebody's largely on his feet.
Starving.
Now, you see, that's what you don't want to do.
Eat it all at once.
Tempting, I know.
But if you make it last, it can last all day.
And more.
And cheese and chips. And meat and gravy.
And cream and beer.
And pork and beef and fat and great big chunks of hot and wet and red.
Good for you, Meg.
We'd better be going.
You look like that bloke.
Harold Saxon.
The one that went mad.
Isn't that funny?
Isn't that just the best thing of all?
The master of his life.
Duck, looking like the old prime minister.
I can't hide anywhere. He can see me.
He can smell me.
I can't let him smell me.
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, smell.
It stinks. It stinks.
Ginger? Come with me. Right now.
Because it's funny.
Don't you see?
Look at me.
I'm splitting my thigh.
I am hilarious.
I am the funniest thing in the whole wide world.
Please, let me help.
You're burning up your own life force.
Oh, my God. Stop, dear. It's all right. Out of my way.
Did we do it? Yes. Is that him? Troll and thin. Big brown coat.
Silver cloak.
It worked, cos Wilf phoned Nettie, who phoned June, and her sister lives
opposite Broadfield, and she saw the police box, and her neighbour saw this
heading east.
Wilfred, have you told them who I am? You promised me. No, I just said you
a doctor, that's all.
And might I say, sir, it is an honour to see you again.
Oh, but you never said he was a looker.
He's... Gorgeous. Take a photo.
Not bad, eh?
Who'll be next?
I'm Minnie.
Minnie the Menace. It's a long time since I had a photo with a handsome man.
Just get off him. Leave him alone, will you? Hush, you old misery.
Come on, Doctor. Give us a smile.
That's it.
Hold on.
Did it flash?
No, there's a blue light.
Try again.
One more fingers and thumbs.
I'm really kind of busy, you know.
It won't take a tick.
Keep smiling.
Is that your hand, Minnie?
Good boy.
Come on, then. Here we are. Here we are.
Right. Up here.
Come on.
What's so special about this place? We've passed 15 cafes on the way. Yeah.
Afternoon.
We had some good times, didn't we, though? I mean, all those Atmos things
planets in the sky and me with that paint gun.
I keep seeing things, Doctor.
This face at night.
Who are you?
I'm Wilfred Mott.
No, people have waited hundreds of years to find me and then you manage it in a
couple of hours.
Well, I'm just lucky, I suppose.
We keep on meeting, Wilf, over and over again, like something's still connecting
us.
What's so important about me?
Exactly. Why you?
I'm going to die.
Well, so am I, one day. Don't you dare.
All right, I'll try not to.
But I was told he will knock four times.
That was a prophecy.
Knock four times and then... Yeah, but I thought, when I saw you before, you
said that your people could change, like, your whole body.
I can still die.
If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead.
Even then...
Even if I change, it feels like dying.
Everything I am dies.
Some new man goes sauntering away.
And I'm dead.
What?
Sorry, but I had to.
Look, can't you make up better? Stop it. No, but you're so clever. Can't you
bring her memory back? Go to her now. Go on. Just run across the street. Go up
and say hello.
If she ever remembers me, her mind will burn and she will die.
Don't you touch me.
She's not changed.
No.
Oh,
there he is.
Sean Temple.
They're engaged.
Getting married in the spring.
Another wedding?
Yeah.
Hold on, she's not going to be called Noble Temple.
That sounds like a tourist spot. No, it's Temple Noble.
Right.
Is she happy?
Is he nice?
Yeah, he's sweet enough. He's a bit of a dreamer.
Mind you, he's on minimum wage. He's earning toughness, so all they can
is a tiny little flat.
And then sometimes I see this look on her face.
Like she's so sad.
But she can't remember why.
She's making do.
Aren't we all?
Yeah, how about you?
What have you got now?
No.
Travelling alone.
I thought it was better, I thought.
But I did some things. It went wrong.
I need... Oh, my word.
Merry Christmas.
Yeah, don't you?
Look at that.
Don't you see?
You lead her, Doctor.
I mean, look, wouldn't she make you laugh again? Good old Donna.
And so it came to pass that the players took their final places, making ready
the events that were to come.
The madman sat in his empire of dust and ashes,
little knowing of the glory he would achieve.
while his savior looked upon the wilderness in the hope of changing his
inevitable fate.
Far away, the idiots and fools dreamt of a shining new future,
a future now doomed to never happen.
As Earth rolled onwards into night,
The people of that world did sleep and shiver, somehow knowing
that dawn would bring only one thing.
The final day.
I had estates.
Do you remember my father's land back home?
Pastures of red grass, stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition.
We used to run across those fields all day, calling up.
Your resurrection went wrong.
That energy.
Your body's ripped open.
Now you're killing yourself.
And that's human Christmas out there.
They eat so much.
All that roasting meat.
Cakes and red wine.
Hot, fuck -blood food.
It's mine. It's mine.
It's mine.
It's mine. It's mine. It's mine. It's mine. It's mine. It's mine. It's mine.
What if I ask
you for help?
There's more at work tonight than you and me.
Oh, yeah?
I've been told something is returning.
And here I am.
It hurts.
I was told the end of time. It hurts.
Doctor, the noise.
The noise in my head.
Doctor.
1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.
Stronger than ever before.
It's just your insanity.
What is it?
What's inside your head?
It's real.
It's real.
You thought I was mad.
King of the wasteland.
But something is calling me, Doctor.
What is it? What is it?
What is it?
Never too early for margaritas, that's what I say.
I forgot to get lemon, so I used oranges instead.
It's all fruit, same, different.
Oh, now, that's lovely. Look at that.
Absolutely beautiful.
Oh, love from Donna. Did you keep the receipt?
Yes, I did.
Come on, Gramps, you've been a right misery ever since you got up.
Do you like it, then, the book?
Joshua Naismith? I mean, what did you get me this for?
I don't know.
I just...
Saw it in the shop and thought of you.
Just felt like the sort of thing you should have.
Oh, now look at that. That's some Charlie Norton.
Isn't that rude?
If you would, Mr. Danes.
You've my daughter to thank for this.
It's all her idea.
She heard rumors of Harold Sachs and his disciples, his return.
It's the sort of thing she finds rather thrilling. And I was right.
He's back.
The very man we need. And he's here.
Oh, this is going to be wonderful.
Here are the presents.
I'm sorry, I couldn't afford much, but not for long. Not if President Obama
the recession tonight. Come here.
Well, well, well, well, well. Keep it quiet, you lot. It's the Queen's speech
now. Come on. Sit down. Show respect.
Come on. Merry Christmas, Mr. Mott. Thank you.
Will you be? Thank you.
Honestly. All right, now.
She's on. She's on. It's our sovereign.
Oh.
Events are moving, Wilfred.
Eh? Faster than we thought.
Can you see that?
Frankly, I'd tell Her Majesty it's time travel.
No, no, no, that's not the... Only you can see.
Only you stand at the heart of coincidence.
Why, what have I done?
You're an old soldier, sir.
Only you were too late.
The war was won and passed you by.
I did my duty.
You never killed a man.
No, I didn't.
No, I did not, no, but... Don't say that like it's shameful.
The time will come when you must take arms.
Who are you?
Tell the doctor nothing of this.
His life could still be saved.
So long as you tell him nothing.
I lost him.
I was unconscious. He's still on earth. I can smell him, but he's too far away.
You can't part there. What if Donna sees it?
You're the only one, Will.
The only connection I can think of. You're involved.
I can just work out how.
Tell me, have you seen anything?
I don't know, anything strange, anything odd?
Well, there was a... What?
What is it? Tell me. Well, it was...
No, it's nothing.
Think, think, think. Maybe something out of the blue, something connected to
your life, something. Well, Donna was a bit strange.
She had a funny little moment this morning, all because of that book. What
No, his name's Joshua Naismith.
That's the man.
I was shown him by the Ood. By the what? By the Ood. What's the Ood? It is the
Ood, but it's all part of the convergence.
Maybe... Maybe touching Donna's subconscious.
She's still fighting for it, even now. The doctor's on it.
Dad, what are you up to?
You.
Get out of here.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas. She can't see you. What if she remembers?
Mom, where are those sweethearts?
Yeah, me too.
Oh, no, you don't.
a hiding safe.
Stay right where you are!
You can't go with me. Oh, you're not leaving me with her. Dad! Fair enough.
Mark, did you listen to me? I've been in it!
Bigger of an insight.
Do you like it?
I thought it'd be cleaner.
Cleaner?
I could take them back home right now.
Listen, Doctor, if this is a time machine, that man you're chasing, why
you just pop back to yesterday and catch him? I can't go back inside my own
timeline, right? Stay relative to the master within the causal nexus.
Understand?
Ain't not a word.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you.
Demonstrate.
Oh, that's not from her.
And neither are you.
A perfect combination, don't you think?
Excuse me, sir. If I could check the basement. We're getting fluctuation on
power cord.
Of course.
Miss Adams, if you could bring the calibration statistics.
Who the hell is he? What if we find out?
An expert, they said.
What sort of expert?
Who is he? Don't know.
According to the records, Harold Saxon was prime minister of this stupid
country. I am choking in this thing.
I'm sorry.
Oh,
I think that's better.
Oh, these people are so loud.
But what do we do? We were so close, we almost had it working.
What is this visitor is?
Some sort of genius.
Well, think about it.
We're hijacking this project.
Maybe we can use him too.
Harold Saxon, or whatever he is, might be exactly what we need.
The gate was found inside a spaceship buried at the foot of Mount Snowdon.
It was moved to an institute known as Torchwood.
But when Torchwood fell, let's just say I acquired it.
I like you.
Thank you.
You taste great.
Mr. Dent.
The visitor will be given food.
Anyway, the device came equipped with its own power supply.
A nuclear bolt.
One technician remains in charge of the feedback 24 hours a day.
And the power feeds through to the gate, where it encourages some sort of
cellular regeneration.
Miss Collins was our test subject.
She carried some burns as a result of an accident when she was a child down her
left side, if you could.
The gate mended her.
Thank you.
But what do you want it for?
We calculate that if this device can be fully repaired by your good self, it can
restore the body forever.
Hence its given title, the Immortality Gate.
Because that's what I want. Not for me, but for my daughter.
I want her never to die.
My gift to her.
She will be immortal.
Abigail, it means bringer of joy.
Better get to work.
day here. Not bloody likely.
Don't swear. Hold on.
Just a second out of sync.
That one, the master planning the TARDIS, that's the last thing we need.
That book said he's a billionaire.
He's got his own private army.
Down here.
Miss Huddersworth, we're getting some encouraging results from the ratio of
back. Can you confirm?
The man's a miracle. All the systems are slotting back into place.
Shattered threads have harmonised. The fiber links have densified. Multiple
overshots have triplicated. Nice game.
Hello. Oh, sorry.
Don't try calling security or I'll tell them you're wearing a shimmer.
Because I reckon anyone wearing a shimmer doesn't want the shimmer to be
or they wouldn't need a shimmer in the first place.
I'm sorry.
What's a shimmer?
Shimmer.
Oh, my Lord, she's a cactus.
Miss Adams?
Miss Adams!
If you'll just excuse me.
Now, please don't imagine I'm a slave driver.
We can resume work on Boxing Day, Miss Adams.
My name... is the Master.
Excellent.
Mr. Dane, the visitor will be retrained.
What? But I repaired it. I'm not an idiot.
Don't let him anywhere near that thing.
Quite working, but what is it?
What's working?
What are you doing here?
Shimmel!
Now, tell me, quickly, what's going on? The master, Harold Saxon.
Skeletor, whatever you're calling him, what's he doing up there?
The reputation precedes you, sir.
I have no doubt you've laid traps.
Perhaps explosives.
The means of escape.
Or murder.
But everything you've done to the gate will be checked and double -checked
before anyone stands inside.
Good night, chick.
He's done good work. It's operational.
Who are you, though? Because I met someone like you. He was brilliant, but
was little and red.
No, that's a Zotchi.
We're not Zotchi. We've been Zotchi. Completely different. And the gate is a
Zotchi.
We're a salvage team.
We picked up the signal where the humans reactivated it. And as soon as it's
working, we can transport it to the ship.
What does it do?
Well, it mends. It's as simple as that. It's a medical device to repair the
body. It makes people better.
There's got to be more.
Every single warning says the Martyrs are going to do something colossal.
So that thing is like a thick bed, yes?
More or less. Well, pardon me for asking, but why is it so big? Oh, good
question. Why is it so big?
It doesn't just mend one person at a time.
That would be ridiculous.
It mends a whole planet.
Because what?
It... transmits the medical template across the entire population.
But it's time for the broadcast.
President's grand initiative.
You might want to see this, sir.
Proof that the human race can mend its own broth.
And now anticipation is rising as we go live to Washington.
Here. On Christmas Day, the President has promised an instant and radical
solution to the worldwide depression.
Barack Obama will lead us all into a new age of prosperity.
Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.
I'd like to speak briefly about the state of our economy.
Turn the gate off right now!
No,
no, no, no, no, no, no. Whatever you do, just don't let him near that device.
like that was ever going to happen.
Homeless was I.
Destitute and dying.
Well, look at me now.
Reactivate all of you. Turn the whole thing off.
Inside my head.
Get out of there!
Doctor!
Doctor, there's... There's his face.
What is it? I can't see. Well, it's him. I can see him.
I can't see in his face. Something's wrong.
It seems to be affecting the president.
You can't turn it off!
That's because I locked it, idiot.
Wilfred!
It's time to get him out.
You need to filter the levels.
Oh, I can see again. He's gone.
Radiation shielding. Now press the button. Let me out. Do what? I can't get
until you press the button. That button there.
Fifty seconds and counting.
For what?
Oh, you're gonna love this.
He was hiding the coach.
He's extrapolated the gay pattern a million times over.
It's not affecting us.
He set the template for humans.
Donna?
Where are you?
It's Mum and Sean.
Something's wrong with your little face.
Wait a minute. I mean, what about you? Can't you say anything?
Well, you see them.
They're fighting off.
Not now, Winston.
Wilfred. Don't dream.
I can remember that face.
There's a face.
In my head.
Wilfred.
It's everyone.
What is it, hypnotism? Mind control.
You're grafting your thoughts inside them, is that it? Oh, that's way too
No, no, no. They're not going to think like me.
They're going to become me.
What is it?
What have you done, you monster?
Oh, I'm sorry. Are you talking to me?
Or to me?
Or to me?
Or to me?
Or to what?
Breaking news.
I'm everyone.
And everyone in the world...
I'm president.
President of the United States. Look at me.
Financial solution.
Deleted.
The human race was always your favorite, Doctor.
But now, there is no human race.
There is only the master race.
Ha ha ha!
It came to pass on Christmas Day that the human race did cease to
exist.
But even then, the master had no concept of his greater role in events, for this
was far more than humanity's end.
This day was the day upon which the whole of creation would change forever.
This was the day the Time Lords returned for Gallifrey.
This is the Doctor's final battle.
He must stand at arm or lose himself and all this world.
A rhythm of four.
The heartbeat of a Time Lord.
The Master is going to kill you.
Kill him first.
At last.
Sometimes I think a time lord lives too long.
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