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Quite an Arctic storm blowing out there.

Come along, Polly,
my child, with my cloak.

Doctor, you've got the
most fantastic wardrobe.

Yes. We don't know what
we're in for outside there.

Pretty soon we shall be having visitors.

You're different.
You've got no feelings.

I do not understand that word.

Emotions. Love, pride, hate, fear.

Have you no emotions, sir?

What's happened to you, Doctor?

I guess this old body of
mine is wearing a bit thin.

Doctor! Wakey, wakey, it's all over now.

No.

It isn't all over.

It's far from being all over.

What are you talking about?

I must get back to the TARDIS.

I can't go through with
it. I will fight it.

I will not change.

Hello? Is someone there?

Hello?

- Who is that?
- I'm the Doctor.

I don't think so. No, dear me, no.

You may be A Doctor,
but I am THE Doctor.

The original, you might say.

You!

How can it... be you?

Do I know you, sir?

This is the South Pole!
We're at the South Pole!

Of course we are. Don't you know that?

This is where it happened.

Where what happened?

This is it...

The very first time that I...
well, you, we regenerated.

You're midregeneration, aren't you?

Your face, it's all over the place,

but you're trying to hold it back.

What do you know of regeneration?
Are you a Time Lord?

You know who I am. You must.

Have you come to take the ship back?

The ship? You still call it a ship!

Dear, what have you done to it?

- Nothing.
- The windows...

- I don't remember this.
- They're the wrong size!

- The colour...
- I don't remember trying not to change.

- I'm sure it's changed!
- Not back then.

Look at it. It seems
to have... expanded!

Well, it's all those years
of bigger on the inside,

you try sucking your tummy in that long.

Why are you trying not to regenerate?

I have the courage and the right
to live and die as myself.

Too late, it's started.

A few minutes ago, you were
weak as a kitten, right?

Now you're fine. We're in a
state of grace, both of us...

but it won't last long.
We have a choice.

Either we change and go on,
or we die as we are...

but if you, if you die here...

if your future never happens,

if you don't do the things
that you are supposed to do,

the consequences could be...

- The snow?
- The snow?

Look at it!

How extraordinary.

Everything's stopped.

But why?

Maybe it's us. Maybe
it's something else...

but somehow, something has
gone very wrong with time.

Hello?

Sorry.

So sorry.

I don't suppose either
of you is a doctor?

You trying to be funny?

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There is something I should like to say.

That is, there is something I should

very much like you to understand.

I do not have the slightest
desire to kill you.

The only reason I would
do so is selfdefence.

However, since you are aware I
might kill you in selfdefence,

there is the strong possibility
you will kill me in selfdefence.

Does rather make me wish
you understood English.

Lass mich einfach hier.

Ich will dich nicht toten, bitte geh.

Or that I spoke German.

War is hell?

Timeline error. There
is a timeline error.

Timeline error. There
is a timeline error.

Everything's stopped.

But why?

Maybe it's us. Maybe
it's something else...

but somehow, something has
gone very wrong with time.

Hello?

Sorry. So sorry.

I don't suppose either
of you is a doctor?

Are you trying to be funny?

She's coming! She's coming!

It's her.

Not human, I think.

State your planet of origin
and your intentions.

This is Earth. A level
five civilisation.

- And it is protected.
- It's what?

OK. That doesn't usually work.

Protected by whom?

It is early days, isn't it?

May I suggest, for your own safety,
you step on board my ship?

What ship?

He means, get inside the box.

A little snug from this angle,
but you might be in for a sur...

My TARDIS! Look at my TARDIS!

This is impossible!

Have I been burgled?

It's... but it's...

Hideous!

Bigger on the inside than
it is on the outside!

You know, I thought it probably was,

I'm glad it's not just me.

What is this place?

This place is, or ought
to be, my TARDIS.

Technically, that is your TARDIS.

It's about 70 feet that way, see?

Always remember where you parked,
it's going to come up a lot.

Is this madness? Am I going mad?

Madness?

Well, you're an officer from
World War I, at the South Pole,

being pursued by an alien
through frozen time.

Madness was never this good.

World War I?

Judging by the uniform, yes.

Yes, but what do you mean... one?

Sorry. Spoilers.

- Enough of this! Who are you?
- Um...

You know who I am. You knew
the moment you saw me.

I'd say stop being an idiot, but
I kind of know what's coming.

I assure you I do not have the
faintest idea who you are!

Well, I know who you are.

Is anyone going to
explain what's going on?

Snap.

You are me?

No! No!

Yes, yes, I'm very much afraid so.

Do I become you?

Well, there's a few false starts,
but you get there in the end.

But I thought...

What?

Well. I assumed, I'd get... younger.

I am younger!

You know, I really don't think
I'm completely following.

Dear.

You're in shock, let me help you.

Brandy, get him brandy, do you have any?

I had some somewhere.

Hang on!

Sit down here, my boy,
collect your wits.

Who are you people?

I am the Doctor, and this is my, um...

It's complicated, actually, I am also...

my nurse.

Excuse me?

I realise that seems a
little improbable...

- Well, yes...
- Because he's a man.

What?!

Older gentlemen, like
women, can be put to use.

You can't... You can't
say things like that.

Can't I? Says who?

Just about everyone you're going
to meet for the rest of your life.

Here.

Have you had some of this?

Well, you know, I may have snuck a glass

at some point in the last 1,500 years,

it's been rock and roll.

There you are, get this down
you. You'll feel a lot better.

Thank you, yes.

I... I don't understand any of this.

Of course you understand.
I am your future self.

Are you, indeed?

And I suppose this is
meant to be my TARDIS?

Our TARDIS.

What's wrong with the lights?

It's supposed to be like this.

- Why?
- It's atmospheric.

Atmospheric?

This is the flight deck of the
most powerful spacetime machine

in the known universe, not a
restaurant for the French.

Good Lord, what is that?

Look what someone has
accidentally left here.

I say, it's some sort
of guitar, isn't it?

Is it yours?

It appears to have been
played quite recently.

It's the only thing here
that's been cleaned.

In fact, this whole place
could do with a good dusting.

Obviously Polly isn't around any more.

Please, please, please stop
saying things like that.

Can't get the engines to start.

There's some kind of signal
blocking the command path.

Exit your capsule, the Chamber
of the Dead awaits you.

I'll fix the engines, while
you keep her talking.

Fields up.

Look around you.

You stand in the Chamber of the Dead.

You are known to all here, for
you are the Doctor of War.

The Doctor, yes, but the Doctor of War?

Never, ma'am, never.

We offer you a gift.

Return to us the human on your TARDIS

and in exchange, you may
speak with her again.

Speak with whom?

Young lady, who are you?

Is he here? Is the Doctor here?

Doctor!

I knew it!

I did, I knew it.

I knew you couldn't be dead, you
don't have the concentration.

Doctor?

What are you doing?

Just keep still, please.

- Bill Potts.
- Yeah.

My friend Bill Potts was
turned into a Cyberman.

She gave her life so that people
she barely knew could live.

So, let's be clear.

Nobody imitates Bill Potts.

Nobody mocks Bill Potts.

Bill Potts is standing
right in front of you.

How is that even possible?

Long story short, I totally pulled.

You... You did what?

Heather, do you remember,
the girl in the puddle?

She showed up, she came for me.

How romantic. Where is she?

Well, she's...

She's...

And how did you get here?

I... I... I can't...

You can't remember. No, I bet you can't.

That device, what is it?

A sonic screwdriver.

A... A what screwdriver?

It's really a very good job.

An audio screwdriver?

There are only three lowkey markers

indicating that she's a duplicate.

I'm not a duplicate!

So, who has been stealing
the faces of the dead?

Time travel technology, obviously.

From the far future.

I know.

Sunglasses?

They're sonic!

Indoors?

So, what are you?

We are what awaits at
the end of every life.

As every living soul
dies, so we will appear.

We take from you what we need

and return you to the
moment of your death.

We are... Testimony.

You come from the distant future?

You travel back in time,

find people on the exact
point of death, and what?

You harvest something from them?

Yes.

On behalf of the dying,

what is it that we have that
the future needs so badly?

And what has any of this to
do with a War World I captain

landing at the South Pole,
in the wrong decade?

We were returning him
to the appointed time

and place of his death.

An error in the timeline ejected
him into the wrong time zone.

Now his death must proceed
as history demands.

If I may.

Who were you?

She wasn't anyone.

She's a computergenerated interface,

connected to a multiform,
interphasing databank...

For heaven's sake,

will you put that ridiculous buzzing
toy away, and look at the woman!

You see?

Her face, it's very
slightly asymmetrical.

If it were computergenerated,
it wouldn't produce that effect.

Yes. You're absolutely right.
I should have noticed that.

Well, it might help if
you could see properly!

Er... excuse me... Doctor!

Get back inside!

I'm not quite sure, but it seemed to me

that this young lady's
life was being offered

in exchange for my own.

As it happens, I think my number
is pretty much up anyway.

What are you talking about?
Doctor, what's he talking about?

So, might as well make it
count for something?

I should be happy to take your place,

if that would resolve this situation.

Accepted.

That is not happening. That's
totally not happening.

Agreed?

Tell me what to do, then.

Bill Potts would tell me what to do.

Do what you always do.

Serve at the pleasure of the human race.

Here's what's going to happen.
First, I'm going to escape!

You, with me!

Where are we going?

Escape is not possible.

It is possible, and it is happening,

and I'm taking Bill and
the Captain with me.

Why are you advertising your intentions?

Can't you stop boasting for a moment?

Mr Pastry, too, I could do with a laugh.

Escape is not possible.

I'm going to do
way more than escape.

I'm going to find out who you
are and what you're doing,

and if I don't like it, I will come back

and I will stop you. I
will stop all of you!

Who the hell do you think you are?

- The Doctor.
- I am the Doctor.

Who you are, I cannot begin to imagine.

Then let us show you, Doctor.
See who you will become.

- Doctor!
- Exterminate!

You will be assimilated.

No. No, that's not a good idea!

They all died.

The Doctor has walked in blood
through all of time and space.

The Doctor has many names.

The destroyer of the world...

The Imp of the Pandorica,

the Shadow of the Valeyard,

the Beast of Trenzalore,

the Butcher of Skull Moon,

the Last Tree of Garsennon,

the Destroyer of Skaro.

He is the Doctor of War.

What... What was that?

To be fair, they cut out all the jokes.

Do what I do when I do it.

Jump!

They are not escaping.

Jump!

What do we do now?

Run!

Where? They've got the TARDIS.

Yes, that's exactly what
they're supposed to think.

But they do, though, look!

They've got my TARDIS,
over to you, Mary Berry.

Come on.

Doctor, is that... another TARDIS?

No, no. It's another of the same TARDIS.

Hang on, the windows are the wrong size!

Inside, quickly!

Take off, now! Deep space, anywhere!

I tell you what, these police boxes,

they're ever so good, aren't they?

The navigation systems
don't function properly.

I'm unable to program our
flight with any accuracy.

So, my dear, I presume
you travel with him.

Used to. Kind of miss it.

Well, he clearly misses you.

That ship of his is in dire
need of a good spring clean.

No, no, no, stop, stop, stop talking.

Look, look, look, look
at the astral map!

Look at all the lovely
blinking lights, look at that.

He's you!

He is, isn't he? He's you.

He's one of your old faces.

I'm find I'm lagging behind
a tiny bit again. You...

Not those again, I forbid it!

There you go, I was right. Asymmetrical.

I said that.

Same difference.

If her face was based
on a human original,

perhaps identifying who that was

will tell us what we need
to know about Testimony.

Why am I wearing these?

Because I love it. Never take those off.

What's "browser history"?

I'm trying to match her face
in the TARDIS data bank,

but there's hardly anything in it
yet. We need a bigger database.

Possibly the Matrix on Gallifrey.

No. We need something
bigger than the Matrix.

So basically, we're trying to
track the glass lady, yes?

Basically.

A striking looking creature.

Quite beautiful, really, isn't she?

Yeah, if you like ladies made of glass.

Well, aren't all ladies
made of glass, in a way?

Very good, sir, very good.

Are we now?

My dear.

I hope it doesn't offend you to know

that I have some experience
of the fairer sex.

Me too.

Good Lord.

Where are we?

But you steered the ship,
you piloted her perfectly.

We are at the very
centre of the universe.

Out there is the most comprehensive
database of all life anywhere.

There is just one little problem.

Which is?

It wants to kill me.

The Weapon Forges of Villengard.

Once the nightmare of
the seven galaxies.

Now home to the dispossessed.

I say, I think there's
something moving over here.

Step away, please.

Probably just rats, I'm used to rats.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Just
breathe, Captain, you'll be fine.

That creature, it looked familiar.

It's mutated a bit, but,
yes, I should think it did.

Come along, my dear
chap, you'll be fine.

Get him into the TARDIS.

What are those things?

What we came here for.

The biggest database in the galaxy.

They'll settle down in a moment.

So, do we talk to them?

Ask them questions, how does it work?

"We" don't do anything. I do.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- You're going to wait in the TARDIS.
- Why?

Because you need to
look after the captain.

You're lying. You think
I'm a duplicate, a trick.

I don't know what I think.

But if there is the slightest
chance that Bill Potts is alive

and standing in front of me,

then I will not, under
any circumstances,

put her life in danger again.

Seriously?

You're looking right at me and
you don't even know I'm here.

Correct.

I ask you to respect
that, and respect me...

You're an arse. Do you know that?

You're a... You're a stupid bloody arse.

As I have always respected you.

If I hear any more language
like that from you, young lady,

you're in for a jolly
good smacked bottom.

Can we just pretend that
that never happened?

I'm a broadminded girl,

I mean, I know we have this whole
professor/student thing going on...

Can we never, ever
talk about this again?

I hope we talk about it loads.

I hope we spend years laughing about it.

Come back alive.

Be here when I do.

Perhaps another nip of brandy?

So that's where it went.

I'll look after him.

Good girl, quite right.

Now, young lady, I don't want
to have to repeat myself.

I don't think any of us want that.

I'll see you both presently.

Brandy?

Please.

These creatures, what are they?

Old friends of ours, but they've
really come out of their shell.

Out of their shell...

Are you all right?

I'll be fine in a moment.

What's the matter?

I died a few hours ago, then
I refused to regenerate.

It catches up with you, you
know, it's like a big lunch.

I did exactly the same.

I know you did, but why?

I don't remember this, why are
you refusing the regeneration?

Fear.

I'm afraid. Very, very afraid.

I don't normally admit
that to anyone else.

Don't worry, technically,
you still haven't.

Why are you?

There's something in that tower!

Must be my friend.

Why are you calling him your friend?

He's got a great big gun, are
you suggesting I insult him?

Scan me, go on. Scan me.

Because I've got big news for you.

I'm dying.

You see, it's true.

Dying.

Now. Be honest with yourself.

Wouldn't you like to see that up close?

Come on, up and at 'em, Corporal Jones.

Funny thing. I wasn't
afraid in the crater.

One doesn't want to die, of course,

but one gets in a certain frame of mind,

one pulls oneself together, and
gets on with the matter in hand.

Big shock for everyone
back in Cromer, of course.

You have family?

My wife will miss me,
that's perfectly natural...

but she's a solid woman.
Remarkably solid.

And my boys...

Well, sons are supposed to
move on from their fathers,

it's the proper way.

Of course.

Trouble is, I thought I'd been rescued.

Felt rather like a miracle, in fact...

but I do have this feeling
they're going to put me back.

Back in that crater in time to die...

and, you see, I'm not ready any more.

I've lost the idea of it.

That's the trouble with hope.

Makes one awfully frightened.

I must sound like the
most dreadful coward.

OK. I'd better go up alone.

I won't hear of it.

That thing up there won't miss
the chance to kill me twice.

The paradox would rip
the universe apart,

and you know how much hard work it
is putting it back together again.

You keep a lookout down here.

If you insist.

You know what? You're a bit
of a legend these days...

but not everyone believes it.

People don't think that it could happen.

That someone like you could
turn against your own kind.

Because your kind don't do that.

Out of their shells!

Because people don't believe
there could be any such thing...

as a good Dalek.

I am not a good Dalek.
You are a good Dalek.

Hello, my dear.

Now, Rusty, you know that I'm dying...

and if you don't want me to
go off and die somewhere else

where you can't watch, you're going
to have to stop shooting at me.

I agree to your terms.

Well, I'm going to need some proof.

You know what?

You are the very first Dalek
that ever got naked for me.

You're the first one, yeah? Like,
the original version of the Doctor.

My dear, you should get back to
the ship, this place isn't safe.

You're the one who stole
the TARDIS and ran away.

The Captain might be needing you.

The Captain's fine. Why did you do it?

I'm sure your Doctor has explained.

I'm not even sure he remembers.

There were many pressing reasons.

I don't mean what you ran away from,

what were you running to?

That's rather a good question.

Questions are kind of my thing.

How are you with answers?

It's been a long time,
remember the good old days?

When I got miniaturised and I
climbed around inside you?

You taught me to hate the Daleks.

Billions of years ago. What
have you been up to since then?

Destroying Daleks.

Yes, all the ones who
come here to murder you.

Yes, I saw the mess outside.

Why are you here?

As a Dalek,

you are linked in to
the Dalek hive mind.

All Daleks are, biggest database I know.

I'd like to access it.

Why would I help you?

Because... helping me,

in any way...

does something wonderful.

It hurts the Daleks.

There is good and there is evil.

I left Gallifrey to answer
a question of my own.

By any analysis, evil should always win.

Good is not a practical
survival strategy,

it requires loyalty,

selfsacrifice and love.

So, why does good prevail?

What keeps the balance between good

and evil in this appalling universe?

Is there some kind of logic?
Some mysterious force?

Perhaps there's just a bloke.

A "bloke"?

Yeah.

Perhaps there's just some
bloke, wandering around,

putting everything right
when it goes wrong?

Well, that would be a
nice story, wouldn't it?

That would be the best.

But the real world is not a fairy tale.

You dash around the universe

trying to figure out what's
holding it all together,

and you really, really don't know?

You know me in the future,
do I ever understand?

No...

I really don't think you do.

Everyone who's ever met you does.

You're amazing, Doctor.

Never forget that.

Never, ever.

Well... that's very kind of you.

We just needed to
understand you, Doctor.

Professor Helen Clay,
University Of New Earth,

year five billion and twelve.

There's footage, can you run it?

A spy.

A spy in the camp!

No, not a spy.

I'm Bill Potts...

but I'm part of Testimony now.

The Testimony Foundation combines
the resources of time travel,

with the latest in memory
extraction techniques.

The neardead can be lifted
momentarily from their time streams,

their memories duplicated,

and then their physical selves returned

to the moment of their
dissolution, without pain,

distress or any recall of the process.

Now the dead can speak again.

We can hear the testimony of the past,

and, channelled through
our glass avatars,

they can walk among us again.

This is Heaven on New Earth.

It's not an evil plan.

I don't really know what to do
when it isn't an evil plan.

Why did you stop it?

Rusty?

He didn't stop it. They've
frozen time again.

Who has?

Not everything's evil, Doctor.

You're not the only kind
one in the universe.

I knew you weren't real!

Shut up and stop being so
stupid, of course I'm real.

What is anyone supposed to be,
except a bunch of memories?

These are my memories, so this is me.

I'm Bill Potts, and I'm back,
and so long as I'm here...

what the hell do you mean,
you're not going to regenerate?

There has to be an end, Bill,
for everyone, everywhere.

What about the Captain?

You know he has to die at his
allotted point in time and space

to correct the error.

I'm so tired of losing people.

If the Captain has to die, a request.

This was our fault.

How so?

Let us take him back.

How was this our fault?

You and me tried to die
twice in the same lifetime.

Our lives are woven
throughout time and space.

We caused the timeline error that
put the Captain in the wrong place.

We created a whirlpool in time
that landed him at our feet.

But why him? What's so
important about one captain?

Everybody's important
to somebody, somewhere.

Are you all right?

Yes, fine, absolutely. Just thinking.

I told the wife I'd be
home for Christmas.

Funny how things work out.

Thank you.

Thank you all.

You've all been most gracious in
the unfortunate circumstances.

I regret, Captain, that the universe

generally fails to be a fairy tale.

When time resumes, you
will not remember this.

A perception filter will
also render us invisible.

Yes.

One imagines some of those words

were attached to actual
meanings of some sort.

One thing you could possibly do
for me, if you were very kind?

Anything. Name it.

My family.

Perhaps you could look in
on them, from time to time?

We should be delighted. What's the name?

LethbridgeStewart.

Captain Archibald Hamish
LethbridgeStewart.

I shall make it my business.

You can trust him on that.

Thank you so much. I
believe I am now ready.

Das ist verruckt. Ich
will dir nicht wehtun.

Cold, isn't it?

It's about to get colder,
I suppose, for one of us.

I say, is that singing?

Is that... Christmas carols?

You know, I could swear it's
coming from both sides.

If I've got my timings right,

and clearly I have, then we
should be right at the beginning.

I adjusted the time frame,
only by a couple of hours,

any other day it wouldn't
make any difference,

but this is Christmas 1914,

and a human miracle is about to happen.

The Christmas Armistice.

Wounded man here!

Wounded man here, wounded man!

It never happened again.
Any war, anywhere...

I say, wounded man here, wounded man!

But for one day, one Christmas,
a very long time ago...

everyone just put down their
weapons, and started to sing.

Everybody just stopped.

Everyone was just kind.

You've saved him!

Both of them.

Never hurts, a couple fewer
dead people on the battlefield.

So that's what it means
to be a doctor of war.

You were right, you know.

The universe generally fails
to be a fairy tale...

but that's where we come in!

I think I'm ready now...

but I should like to know, are you?

You'll find out.

The long way round.

Whatever you decide, good luck, Doctor.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Well, then. Here we go!

The long way round!

You OK?

Shall we go for one last
stroll, Miss Potts?

Do you know what the hardest
thing about knowing you was?

My superior intelligence.
My dazzling charisma.

My impeccable dress sense.

Letting you go.

Letting go of the Doctor is so, so hard.

Isn't it?

You see, that's not the sort of thing
the real Bill Potts would say.

I am the real Bill!

A life is just memories, I'm
all her memories, so I'm her.

If you say so.

OK. I'm going to prove to you
how important memories are.

I've got a little goodbye
present for you.

That's nice. Will I
have to pretend I like it?

Because honestly, that rug...

Come here, you.

Merry Christmas, Doctor.

Clara!

Hello, you stupid old man.

You're back! You're in my head.

All my memories... are back.

And don't go forgetting
me again, because...

quite frankly, that was offensive.

Memories, important, right?

I know what you're
thinking, where is he?

Hello, sir!

When you're already dying,

you're entitled to think that
your day couldn't get any worse,

but here you are. And
both of you are here.

How does that work?

We can be everyone. We are everyone.

Yeah, it's good this, innit?

Now I'm all made of glass,
not just my nipples.

Yeah, but they got my hair a bit
wrong, though, didn't they?

You don't have any hair!

I have invisible hair.

Got a suggestion for you, then.

There's a novelty.

Don't die.

Because if you do, I think everybody

in the universe might just go cold.

Can't I ever have peace? Can't I rest?

Of course you can.

It's your choice.

Only yours.

We understand.

No. No, you don't. You're
not even really here.

You're just memories held in glass.

Do you know how many
of you I could fill?

I would shatter you.

My testimony would shatter all of you.

A life this long, do you
understand what it is?

It's a battlefield, like this one...

and it's empty.

Because everyone else has fallen.

Thank you.

Thank you, both, for everything
that you were to me.

What happens now...

where I go now...

it has be alone.

Cuddle.

Time to leave the battlefield.

There it is.

The silly old universe.

The more I save it, the
more it needs saving.

It's a treadmill.

Yes, yes, I know. They'll get
it all wrong without me.

I suppose one more lifetime
wouldn't kill anyone.

Well, except me.

You wait a moment, Doctor.

Let's get it right.

I've got a few things to say to you.

Basic stuff first.

Never be cruel, never be cowardly...

and never, ever eat pears!

Remember...

hate is always foolish...

and love is always wise.

Always try to be nice, but
never fail to be kind.

And you mustn't
tell anyone your name.

No one would understand it, anyway.

Except...

Except children.

Children can hear it...

sometimes...

if their hearts are in the right place,

and the stars are, too.

Children can hear your name.

Agh!

But nobody else.

Nobody else, ever.

Laugh hard...

run fast...

be kind.

Doctor...

I let you go.

Brilliant!

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