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It is said that in the final days of planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams.

To 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 oh 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 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, then disappeared.

It'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.

Sorry.

There you are.

So, where were we?

I was summoned, weren't I?

An Ood in the snow, calling to me.

Well, I didn't exactly come straight here. Had a bit of fun, you know.

Traveled about, did this and that.

Got into trouble, you know me. It was brilliant.

I saw the phosphorus carousel of the great Magellan Gestap.

Saved a planet from the red carnivorous maw.

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 towers.

Okay, like a car.

I locked it like a car.

Like, it's funny.

No? A little bit.

Blimey, I'm trying to make an Ood laugh.

So how old are you now, Ood Sigma?

Magnificent.

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.

Too late.

Far too late.

He has come.

Sit with the elder of the Lord 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

of 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.

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.

What's that?

Part of him survived.

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

took 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...

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. Fusis, 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, never, 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?

You're killing them!

Oh, let them die.

They're just the first.

The whole stupid, stinking human disgrace can fall into the pit.

Can't you hear it, Lucy?

The noise.

The drum beat.

Louder than ever before.

The drums.

The never-ending drugs.

Oh, I have missed them.

Don't you dare!

I'm ordering you, Lucy!

You will obey me!

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.

Quick little snifter, Christmas drink.

Right, ta-da!

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 the old ones.

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, want you to ring the skiffle band, right? Between

us, 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 bad dreams?

All of you?

Dreams you can't remember?

Yeah.

Well, that's why we need him.

We need the Doctor.

More than ever.

Onions with that? Oh, yeah. Go on, pile them up.

What about you, Ginger?

Onions?

He doesn't say much.

Give him onions.

He's down from Huddersfield.

Will you look after him? And don't forget, tomorrow night...

Christmas broadcast.

President Obama.

He's promised to end the recession.

Bad times will soon be over, Ginger.

Well, season's greetings, dear. 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 lively 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.

Cheese and chips. And meat and gravy.

And cream and beer.

And pork and beef and fat and gravy. Chunks of hot and wet and red.

Good for you, mate.

Maybe 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 disguise.

Stuck. 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, stop the smell.

The stink.

Filthy, filthy stink.

Ginger, come with me. Right now.

Because it's funny.

Don't you see?

Look at me.

I'm splitting my sides.

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 gosh. Doctor, you're a cypher. It's all right. Out of my way.

Did we do it? Yeah. Is that him? Troll and thin. Big brown coat.

The silver cloak.

It worked. Because Wilf phoned Nettie, who phoned June.

And her... My sister lives opposite Broadville, and she saw the police box,

and her neighbor saw this man heading east.

Alfred, have you told them who I am? You promised me. No, I just said you were a

doctor, that's all.

Might I say, sir, it is an honor to see you again.

But you never said he was a looker. He's gorgeous.

Take a photo.

Not bad, eh?

Me 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 thumb.

I'm really kind of busy, you know.

It won't take a tick. Keep smiling.

Is that your hand, Minnie?

Good boy.

What's so special about this place? We passed 15 cafes on the way. Yeah.

Afternoon.

We had some good times, didn't we, though? I mean, all those Atmos things

and planets in the sky and me with that paint gun.

I keep seeing things, Doctor.

This face at night.

Who are you?

On Wilfred Mott?

No, but 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 give it I thought when I saw you

before you said 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.

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? Just 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 this car!

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, she's earning toughness, so all they can

afford 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 got a head in the air.

She's making do.

Aren't we all?

Yeah, how about you?

What have you got now?

No, Mum.

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, and you.

Look at us.

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.

States.

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 human Christmas out there.

They eat so much.

All that roasting meat.

Cakes and red wine.

Hot, fat 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! 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! 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! 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! 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! It's mine! It's mine!

It's mine!

It's mine!

It's mine!

It's mine!

I can't tell anymore.

But it hurts.

I was told the end of time. It hurts.

Doctor, the noise.

The noise in my head.

Doctor.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

Stronger than ever before.

Calling to me.

Please listen.

I can't hear it.

Listen.

What?

What?

I heard it.

But there's no noise.

It never has been, it's just your insanity.

What is it?

What's inside your head?

All these years, you thought I was mad.

King of the wasteland.

But something is calling me, Doctor.

What is it? What is it?

What is it?

Steady on. It's 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 difference.

Oh, now, that's lovely. Look at that.

Absolutely beautiful.

All love from Donna. Did you keep the receipt?

Yes, I did.

Come on, Gramps. You've been all right with misery ever since you got up.

Do you like it, then? Look.

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 the Charlie Morton. Isn't that rude?

If you would, Mr. Danes.

You have my daughter to thank for this.

It's all her idea.

She heard rumors of Harold Saxon, 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

ends the recession tonight. Come here.

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. Where do you behave?

Honestly.

All right, now.

She's on. She's on. It's our sovereign.

Events are moving, Wilfred.

Eh? Faster than we thought.

Can you see that?

Frankly, I tell Her Majesty, it's time for trousersuits.

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.

That's you, sweetheart.

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.

Donna was a bit strange. She had a funny little moment this morning, all because

of that book. What book?

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.

Oh, she's still fighting for it, even now. The Dr. Donna.

Dad, what are you up to?

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. But she can't see you. What if she

remembers? Mark, where are those tweezers?

I'm going.

Yeah, me too.

Oh, no, you don't.

Mark?

Grant?

Dad?

One of you. Goodbye. See you later.

It's a bit old for hide and seek.

Stay right where you are.

You can't come with me. Well, you're not leaving me with her. Dad. Fair enough.

Mark?

Possibly. Yes.

Naismith.

If I can track him down.

Right.

Yes.

Bigger on the inside.

Do you like it? I thought it'd be cleaner.

Cleaner?

I can take you back home right now.

Listen, Doctor.

If this is a time machine, that man you're chasing, why can't you just pop

back to yesterday and catch him? I can't go back inside my own timeline.

I have to stay relative to the master within the causal nexus. Understand?

Another word.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

Demonstrator.

Oh, that's not from Earth.

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

the power calls.

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? I 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,

by the saints, that's better.

Oh, these people are so flat.

But what do we do?

We were so close, we almost had it working.

What if 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. Daines.

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.

And Miss Hollins 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.

Stay here not bloody likely and don't swear hold on Just

a second out of sync don't want the master finding the TARDIS. There's a

last thing we need That

book

said he's a billionaire she's got his own private army down there

Miss Adams, we're getting some encouraging results from the ratio

foldback. Can you confirm?

The man's a miracle. All the systems are slotting back into place.

Shattered threads of harmonite. The fiber links are densified. Multiple

overshots. 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

noticed 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.

You can resume work on Boxing Day, Mr. Saxon.

My name... is the Master.

Excellent.

But the Danes? The visitor will be restrained.

What? But I repaired it.

I'm not an idiot.

Don't let him anywhere near that thing.

He's got it working, but what is it?

What's working?

What are you doing here?

Shimmer!

Now, tell me, quickly, what's going on? The Master, Harold Saxon, Skeletor,

whatever you're calling him, what's he doing up there?

Your reputation precedes you, sir.

I have no doubt you've laid traps.

Perhaps explosives.

A means of escape.

Or murder.

But everything you've done to the gate will be checked and double-checked

before anyone stands inside.

When I checked the readings, he's done good work. It's operational.

Who are you, though? Because I met someone like you. He was brilliant, but

he was little and red.

No, that's a Xochitl. We're not Xochitl. We've been Xochitl. Completely

different. And the gate is for Xochitl.

We're a salvage team.

We picked up the signal when 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.

Oh.

There's got to be more.

Every single warning says the master's going to do something colossal.

So that thing is like a sickbed, yeah?

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 whole planets.

Does 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 problems.

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.

Burn the gate up right now!

No,

no, no, no, no, no, no. Whatever you do, just don't let him near that device.

Oh, like that was ever going to happen.

Homeless was I.

Destitute and dying.

Well, look at me now!

Deactivate it, all of you! Tie the whole thing off!

Inside my head.

Get out of there!

Doctor!

Doctor, this is his face.

What is it? What can you see?

Well, it's him. I can see him.

I can see in his face. Something's wrong.

Seems to be affecting the president.

You can't turn it off. That's because I locked it, idiot.

Wilfred!

Wilfred, get inside, get him out.

Get out of there.

Need to filter the levels.

I can see again, he's gone. Radiation shielding. Now press the button, let me

out. Do what? I can't get out until you press the button. That button there.

Fifty seconds and counting.

To what?

Oh, you're gonna love this.

He was hiding the codes.

He's extrapolated the gay power a million times over.

It's not affecting us.

He set the template for humans.

Tell it.

What? Donna?

Where are you?

It's Mum and Sean.

Something's wrong with them. There's his face.

Wait a minute. I mean, what about you? Can't you see anything?

I can see them.

That's bad enough.

Not now, Winston.

Winston. Those dreams.

I can remember that face.

There's a face.

In my head.

It's everyone!

What is it, hypnotism? Mind control!

You're grafting your thoughts inside them, is that it? Oh, that's way too

easy. No, no, no. They're not gonna think like me.

They're gonna become me.

You can't have.

What is it?

They've changed.

Grandad.

It's like... Like this whole thing happened before.

My hair!

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 us?

Breaking news.

I'm everyone.

And everyone in the world...

It's me.

I'm president.

President of the United States. Look at me.

Come on.

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

And so 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!

For victory!

For the end of time itself!

This is the Doctor's final battle.

He must stand at arms, or lose himself and all this world.

A rhythm of four.

The heartbeat of a Time Lord.

The Master is going to kill you.

Then kill him first.

At last.

Sometimes I think a Time Lord lives too long.