All language subtitles for Doctor Who (2005) - 13x02 - War of the Sontarans.REPACK.AMZN.FLUX.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

DOCTOR: Karvanista took
whoever lived here.

YAZ: Why would he do that?

Every Lupa has a designated human.

I'm not your human!

We have to save them
before it's too late.

- What is it you're saving them from?
- The Flux.

What's the Flux?

This is Serving Commander
Instenby Vinder,

leaving his post.

They are without purpose.

Your mind would boggle.

- Hello again, Doctor.
- Who are you?

Our final fight has begun.

The end of the universe!

I always wondered
what it would feel like.

End of the universe.

But we're still here.

Wherever here is.

- Doctor!
- Yaz!

Is Dan with you?

I'm here.

I just blacked out.

Last thing I remember,
we were on your TARDIS,

that Flux thing was coming at us,
and then... nothing.

Me too.

I think.

I was on the ground over there.

We must have been thrown out.

Must have been.

Where are we?

- Is she always like this?
- Pretty much.

(SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRS)

If I have to call it,
we're back on Earth.

Which meant the Lupari shield worked
but the TARDIS took a hit.

Looks like we're in the middle
of a battlefield.

- Which could mean...
- Hey! Get away from him!

Show me your hands.

What did you take? Show me!

We didn't take anything.

I know what goes on out here.

Vultures emptying the pockets
of the dead.

But... who are you? Where are you from?

I'm the Doctor.
This is Yaz. This is Dan.

Nice to meet you. We were
checking for signs of life.

Sure. Doctor is a man's term.

It's fluid.

Sentry patrol. All of them dead.

It's too late for medical aid.

But... you are too close to the front
to be with Mrs. Nightingale.

She won't come this close to Sevastopol.

How long have you been here?

Sevastopol. 1850s. Oriented!

I know where we are.

Crimean War, 1855,
Ottoman Empire weakening,

British soldiers, fighting Russians.

What?

We're in the middle of the Crimean War?

That would make you Mary Seacole.

Are you? You are, aren't you?

Mrs. Seacole to you.

Doctoress to the fallen.

Everybody shh, shh.

- (FOOTSTEPS IN DISTANCE)
- Listen.

It's enemy soldiers. Back up, back up!

Go!

Where in the battle are we?

How many Russian troops
are the British fighting?

What's happening in Sevastopol?

What is this word you keep using?

"Russians"?

They're not fighting Russians.

They're fighting Sontarans.

Taste the victory, my soldiers.

Breathe in the rotting stench
of our vanquished foes.

Onward to domination!

Sontar-ha!

TROOPS: Sontar-ha! Sontar-ha!

Sontar-ha! Sontar-ha!

(THEME MUSIC)

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(GROANS)

How do you respond? Can you repair?

- Can I what?
- Can you repair?

Wh... where am I?

Can you repair?! Respond!

Uh, I need to make contact
with my home planet.

There's been a mass extinction event
near where I was stationed.

We are aware. The Flux
impacted the inner temple.

Can you repair?

Repair what?

Follow. Follow!

This was not foreseen.

Priest Triangles are only guardians.
We maintain and serve.

The impact of the Flux event
was too great.

- Whoa.
- The temple is compromised.

The Mouri must never be compromised.

Do you see? Do you see the Mouri?

Whoa.

Thank you for getting us out
of there safely, Mrs. Seacole.

I know every safe avenue
on and off of this battlefield.

I have to stay alive

if I'm going to nurse these men
back to health.

- You're an army nurse?
- Oh, no.

I work for myself.

I'm the closest nurse to the front.

- And this is your hospital?
- Oh. (LAUGHS)

This is much more
than a hospital, child.

This is my British Hotel.

So let me just get this straight.

She's, like, a real person from history?

You just talked to her, didn't you?

And those Sontaran things,
they're not part of history?

- Were they?
- No.

She should be here, they shouldn't.

Could this be connected to the Flux?

Has history been rewritten?

Dan? Are you okay?

Are you seeing that?

Stay still, Dan.

What's happening to me?

Oh! Dan!

Doctor!

You're fading.

A collision between Flux
and force takes energy.

You're falling through space and time.

Yaz, stay calm.

- I will find you.
- Promise?

I promise!

Where's the door?!

- I need the door!
- MAN: Over there, Commander!

A voice! Another soldier
waiting to be obliterated!

Let me in! I have to find them.

SONTARAN COMMANDER: Spread out
to locate these human scum!

Ugh!

I'm home?

Jim?

Jim! It's me, Dan.

(KNOCKS) Sorry about
the house. I can explain.

Jim!

Come on, Di. Pick up, will you?

(KNOCKS)

What?

No way.

What the hell is that?

You! Defier! Breach of curfew!
Instant execution!

Soldiers, apprehend!
Cover all escape routes.

Mum? Dad?

Where the hell have you been?!

Doctor?

Dan?

I need a universal GPS.

Then I'd know where I was
whenever this happens.

Because it does keep happening.

This is intolerable.

Hi. I'm Yaz.

How am I meant to cope?

- Cope with what, sir?
- Well, any of it!

All of it. Just...
It insists on shifting.

Why don't you take me through it
from the start?

The start? Do you mock me, madam?

The start.

Alright.

Can you tell me... what's the year?

Why? Do you believe it
to be a matter of import?

It might be.

It is the year of our lord 1820.

Do you reckon it differently?

Very differently.

Oh.

All our fears made true.

All is porous. All is broken.

I must retrace.

There's so much work to be done.

- I'll come with you.
- No.

No. Be to no avail.

If my experience holds true.

Oh...

This confounded situation.

Can you repair?

Can I what?

All assistance is required.
Can you repair?

Yeah. I can.

That's exactly why I'm here.

Oh, Mrs. Seacole.
I helped myself to the rum.

To aid planning.

It can go on your slate, General.

Your rapidly rising slate.

Good evening.

Where are your friends?

They were called away.

While I'm... remaining here. For now.

Apparently.

Well, then you are most welcome
to the British Hotel.

New arrival, Mrs. Seacole?

Oh, yes. We met on the battlefield.

This is Lieutenant General Logan
of the Light Division.

I'm the Doctor.

Oh. Mrs. Seacole could certainly
do with your assistance.

Our advance tomorrow
is not without risk.

Please tell me you're not about
to engage Sontarans in battle.

That is why we're here.

(SIGHS) You don't understand.

I've fought Sontarans before.

(SCOFFS) Somehow I doubt that.

Sontarans live for war.

They're a clone race.
It's what they're bred for.

It's their entire history.

And they're very, very good at it.

They also have weapons
beyond your imagination.

So even if you do have numerical
advantage, I advise at all costs,

do not engage.

Then it's fortunate that I
command these divisions

of Her Majesty's Army and you do not.

Madam, I am at work!

I know. I can smell the rum.

How long have they been here,
the Sontarans?

Outside Sevastopol?

No, on Earth.

They've always been here.

Trust me, I know your history,
and that's not true.

Where are we?

Britain there. Jamaica here.
Still intact.

Uh... Crimea there, and... Russia is...

Not there.

No Russia. No China.

Only Sontar, and you both
think that's normal.

War is the opposite of normal.

That word you used - "Russia".

Where have I heard that before?

She said it earlier.

I thought the same.

I heard it before in the past.

Like a memory. An echo of another time.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Time has been disrupted.

But if you're still retaining
those memories of the truth,

then the disruption must be recent.

But how? Fallout from the Flux?
Yeah, but that wouldn't be enough.

I mean, Sontarans are embedded
in maps all of a sudden.

Are you expecting a response
to your musings?

How far away is their encampment?

You've gone very quiet, General.

Uh... The soldiers appear
from directions unknown.

See?

They're doing the basics and
you're already on the back foot.

You will lose every man if you face
them in the battlefield tomorrow.

You need my help.

I have queen and country on my side.
That is all the help I need.

She here with you now, then? The queen?

Obviously not.

Then her influence may be limited.

Mrs. Seacole, your new assistant
is putting me off my task.

You want to be helpful, Doctor?

Nursing runs.

You have to get the general
to listen to me.

You think the army take advice
from a doctoress?

I am here to nurse the wounded.

Sifting the battlefield for injured
soldiers, setting up a sanctuary.

You just decided
to come out here on your own?

If we all of us waited
to be sent forward,

none of us would find
our purpose, would we?

I paid for my own passage
and I had this place built

from what I could find.

Proper pioneer.

Rice pudding and hard liquor
build morale.

They also pay for medicines.

But my time and my skill,
those I give for free to all comers.

Speaking of which...

Come over here.

The general does not approve.

Here! More of you!

More to destroy when I free myself,
which will be soon!

This is a surprise.

No wonder the general doesn't approve.

All life is sacred to me.

I use my remedies to help
whoever is in need.

Just as you did the Russian soldiers.

Although this one has refused
all treatment and healed himself.

He takes his rest in a regular rhythm,

7.5 minutes every 27 hours.
I recorded it.

I shall massacre you for revealing
privileged military information!

The rest of the time, he yells.

No wonder you're angry.

Capture. The ultimate shame
for any Sontaran.

How did it come to this?

I was dispatched
by my commanding officer

to assess the laughable strength

of the weak and pathetic
human resistance

and was ambushed
by a circular propellent.

Cannonball in the back.

Oh, I bet that hurt.

There is no such thing as pain.

A little.

You're lucky you survived at all.

You call this luck?

The gloried embrace of death
would have been luck!

I have questions for you, soldier.

I will answer nothing.

I am trained to resist
all interrogation.

Where's your encampment?

I assert my rights to silence

under section Zyan KZ-9 Sloathbeck
of the Shadow Proclamation.

Oh, you do, do you?

But what if I have valuable battle
information for your commander?

What sort of information?

- The Doctor.
- (GRUNTS)

Vanquisher and sworn enemy
of the Sontarans,

former president of Gallifrey,

is in the Crimea.

Where?

Show me!

I will vanquish our despised nemesis
with my bare hands!

Where is the Doctor?!

Closer than you could possibly imagine.

- Doctor, can he have heard of...
- Shh.

I'd be prepared to give
your commander information

on the Doctor's whereabouts

should he agree to parlay on my signal.

Now, if we release you,
will you relay this information?

I accept your offer

and pledge to end your life
with maximum suffering

at our next encounter.

I'd expect no less.

(SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRS)

Ahhh!

May death rain down on you both.

Well, it's nice to meet you too.
Hurry along.

Human scum!

You will be stamped beneath
the boot of Sontar!

At a future point to be determined.

Do not shoot!

You allowed an enemy
combatant to escape?!

I discharged my patient.

The British Hotel
is my establishment, General,

and you are my guest.

Mrs. Seacole, may I suggest
an evening constitutional?

Come along.

What are we doing?

The thing about Sontaran soldiers
is they're not very bright,

but that means you can take advantage.

The lad's got a message for his general.

With any luck, he's going to lead us
right to the location

of the Sontaran base camp.

Pretty simple, right?

Wait.

Who are you?

Me?

I'm Mary Seacole's assistant.

Wait! Where... where did he go?

See, Mary?

- No.
- Exactly.

- A conjuring trick?
- In a manner of speaking.

Basic camouflage shield.

If you don't know it's there,
it's impossible to spot.

Want to give it a go with me?

Where are we now?

SONTARAN COMMANDER: (IN DISTANCE)
Soldiers! March before sunrise!

(CONTINUES GIVING COMMANDS)

There's so many of them.

Yes.

- There are.
- (CONTINUES GIVING COMMANDS)

Mary, you're good at keeping
observation records, right?

Of course.

And you can survive
on very little sleep, I imagine.

What are you asking of me?

Monitor this encampment, keeping
up with everything that happens.

- But stay out of sight.
- I can do that.

I think.

Counting.

You return to us wounded, humiliated,

and no deaths to your credit?

I bring information, Commander Skaak.

The sworn enemy of Sontar,
the Doctor, is here on Earth.

The Doctor is here?

My source requested parlay to
discuss bringing the Doctor to you.

This is useful.

You have done... adequately.

I am shamed, Commander.

Yes. The stench of your
humiliation infects us all.

I request mercy.

Request granted.

The mercy of immediate
execution be upon you!

For you brought shame upon Sontar!

Sontar-ho.

Sontar-ho.

So when did they turn up
here, these Sontarans?

Same day you vanished.

What's that - two days ago now?

Already feels like a month.

We had a three-minute eclipse
and then, bang, they were here.

Three-minute eclipse?

Whole world went to blackout
all at the same time.

Lasted three minutes.

Must have been the Karvanista ships.

So, come on, where have you been?

It's a bit hard to explain.

Hey, lad.

Did someone nick your house?

Sort of. Listen, how many
of these are there?

Oh, millions. All over the world,
in their ships.

Soldiers pouring out and taking over.

But you can knock them out
with a frying pan.

They've got this thing at the back
of their neck, like a hole.

Probic something.

Alright, Eileen,
no need to get all medical.

But if you smack-bang on it,
then they go down like ninepins.

Who found that out?

- Who felled him? Bacon Ed.
- He was drunk. With a mallet.

- Bacon Ed.
- Bacon Ed.

You've got to get rid of them.

That's what I said.

That's what I said!

You said they'd be off
after the weekend.

- I never did.
- Oh! He does this to annoy me.

They were in Liverpool first.
Six hours before anywhere else.

Nobody believed us.

They went all around the world
but they started here.

When you say "here",

where exactly do you mean?

This is where they first appeared.

Took over the whole waterfront.

Let's go and have a look.

Hey, where are you going?

There's thousands of them.

They've got lasers.

(WHISPERS) Dad!

This is our planet. These are our docks.

What else are you gonna do?
Sit home and complain?

That's what he normally does.

Hey, you. I'm not afraid of a scrap.

- I was Wallace's junior...
- Junior boxing champion, 1966.

We've already heard of people trying
and then just disappearing.

Yeah, well, I've had some
experience in dealing with aliens

these last few days.

You two, get back to the house.
I'm going in.

By yourself?

It's better that way.

Take this, son.

In case you need it.

VINDER: What happened to these two?
They're all burned up.

Can you repair?

I don't know what you mean.

Transmission received from
outer corridor Priest Triangle.

There is another. You will step aside.

Repair is here.

Hi. I'm Yaz.

Serving Commander Instenby Vinder
of Castowimper Foxtail,

at your service.

Oh, well, if we're going formal,

Serving Officer Khan,
Hallamshire Police, Earth Division,

at yours.

Repair! Repair!

You know how to fix this?

- Full disclosure, Instenby Vinder.
- Oh, just Vinder's fine.

I don't know how I got here
or why or where here is

- or how I get back home.
- Same.

I don't want to freak you out,

but there's something very wrong
with the universe right now.

- I saw it for myself.
- Me too.

From my outpost.

Those objects, they call it the Flux?

What do they want repairing?

This.

Oh.

Well.

I was hoping it was going
to be a bit smaller.

Less abstract.

More like a washing machine.

So these are what are broken?

Like a before and after.

And that's not all.

Step back.

Proximity activation on all of them.

I'm not sure why.

Do you even know what this place is?

Well, the triangle said it's the
Temple of Atropos, but it can't be.

- Why not?
- Repair!

You must repair!

I'm going to need more information.

Take us through the basics.
Idiot's guide.

Repair must not be undertaken by idiots!

Uh, explain Mouri.

Explain Atropos and
set context for repair.

We are the guardian priests.

We maintain the Temple of Atropos
on the planet of time.

All time passes through the Mouri.
Must pass through the Mouri.

Before Atropos, time ran wild.

To harness, the Mouri were assigned.

Assigned by who?

Information unavailable.

If the Mouri are broken,
time shall run unstoppable.

Which is a problem, right?

Time is destruction.
The Mouri are control.

They must not break.
Time must not be unleashed.

You talk about time
as if it was a force.

Time is evil.

And it will seek its own.

Human filth has been discovered
within the compound!

Commander Ritskaw
requires an execution troop.

Immediate deployment!

Bring them here!

Place them in line!

I am Commander Ritskaw
of Sontaran Temple Command.

Spying is treason against Sontar.

If you have any words,
now is the moment.

Keep them to yourselves!

Soldiers! Raise arms!

Execute!

(LASERS FIRE)

Execution complete.

Our temporal offensive
is near, soldiers.

Sontar-ha!

TROOPS: Sontar-ha!

Sontar-ha! Sontar-ha!
Sontar-ha! Sontar-ha!

Enough! Stay alert for intruders.

We will execute all who defy us!

(LOUD RESONATION)

Parlay.

MAN: Hey! Over here!

Let's be having you.

Take your hat off, mate.

Ugh, on second thought, put it back on.

You have information

regarding the treacherous vermin
known as the Doctor.

You're talking to her.

What?

You deceived my soldier.

It wasn't difficult.

It is regrettable that our Flux strategy

did not foresee your presence,
but we shall not falter.

You knew the Flux was coming?

So what caused it? Was it you lot?

Are the Sontarans behind the Flux?

The Flux is neither of our
making or our control

but our psychic command foresaw it.

We timed our attack on this feeble rock

in the fractions before
the Lupari shield took effect.

While we were all looking the other way.

You must be very proud.

This planet has defied us ever
since the great Commander Linx

first staked his claim
on the ground of its feeble soil.

We now assert that claim!

Earth shall be an outpost
of the Sontaran empire!

No.

It won't.

But why here? Why Sevastopol?

The Crimean skirmish seems
the perfect place to start.

So much conflict. So much opportunity.

And also...

... I wanted to ride a horse.

Leave this planet now
and you get to leave alive.

(LAUGHS)

Ugh.

You think your puny words
will stand me down?

There will be no battle. I speak
on behalf of all of humanity!

- (COCKS GUN)
- No, Doctor, you do not.

What are you doing?

This woman does not speak
for the British Army!

We are ready!

I speak for more people that
you could possibly imagine.

Don't be a fool.

Call me that again, Doctor,
and see if you survive.

This is good sport.

Soldier.

Escort this doctoress
back to the encampment.

Keep your weapon on her at all times.

- Don't do this.
- It's done!

Raise your arms above your head
or be shot as a traitor immediately.

Go!

You speak for no-one, Doctor.
Not even your pitiful self.

I accept your offer of a massacre.

Your blood shall soak our uniforms.

Your bodies shall soften our steps.

(DRAMATIC, OMINOUS MUSIC)

(MAN SHOUTS)

(TROOPS SHOUT)

Yes.

It's as devastating as you're imagining.

Be grateful you aren't there.

And I'm sorry.

Have a kip.

It'll wear off in six hours
and you'll still be alive.

Options blocked off.
Time to recalibrate.

DAN: I'm filming this for you, Doctor.

They've turned Liverpool docks
into some sort of space shipyard.

I reckon I can get into one.

(POWERFUL, IMPOSING MUSIC)

I remember this.

Passenger, we are three.

I'll lead.

Can you repair?

Yes.

That's why we're here.

Are you sure?

Come here, little thing.

I said, come here.

Closer.

Identify. Assert the survival
of authorised life form arrivals.

We're not the first here.

Identifyyyy...

I am Azure, and I am death.

(LAUGHS EVILLY)

Ahh.

It's as you said.

More powerful than before.

And why the wait will be worth it.

Now, Atropos, where it all began,

and will all begin again.

Fire!

MAN: Retreat!

You're still here.
On your watch. Thank you.

- Mary Seacole.
- What happened?

I couldn't stop them.

Now soldiers are dying.

You're going to be very busy
by day's end. I'm sorry.

I noted everything.
It's deserted down there now.

Oh, excellent work, Mrs. Seacole.
And just as I thought.

Now, given their absence, it'd be
churlish not to take advantage.

Don't you think? Come on.

What? Where are we going?

Half a league onward.

(DRAMATIC, SOMBRE MUSIC)

That one looks good, Mary.

Let's have a squiz inside.

They built all of this?

I mean, it's good,
but it's no British Hotel.

Here we are.

(GRUNTS)

Double tom. Get in.

I've snuck onboard.

Haven't seen any potato heads yet.

I'm looking for the control
centre or whatever.

(MACHINE BLEEPS, DOOR OPENS)

Ah. That's more like it.

Now...

... Mrs. Seacole, with your records...

... and this data...

... let's see what's really going on.

Is it bad just to press things?

Hopefully they won't self-destruct

or let everybody know that I'm here.

Dan! Dan!

Dan!

Dan, it's me!

Doctor!

BOTH: Where are you?

- Still in Crimea.
- I'm in Liverpool.

BOTH: Where's Yaz?

I don't know.

You speak first.

How are you on a Sontaran ship?

I'm back home. They've
took over Liverpool docks.

They're building spaceships,
hundreds of them, all over.

They're not just in the Crimea.

And they've got this obsession
with Japanese food.

I heard one of the chief potato
heads talking about tempura command.

Tempura offensive.

What's that all about?

Could it... could have been
Temporal command?

Temporal as in time?

Oh, yeah.

That makes more sense.

Hey, I've been filming
everything, if that helps.

Oh, good lad! Very nice.

Hold your phone close to the screens.

I can access the Sontaran databanks.

Plus everything that's on your phone.

What? Including my photos?

Of course.

The temporal offensive.

They're just about to launch a huge
wave of attacks throughout time.

They're building time ships
so they can invade Earth's history.

And the Crimea is the pilot scheme.

Earth will become a Sontaran outpost
from the dawn of time.

The whole history... erased.

Well, you better make sure you stop it!

Is that Mary Seacole?

- Hello, Mary!
- Hello, dear.

I don't understand any of this.

We have to get the Sontarans
out of the Crimea,

but the rest is on you, Dan.

I was worried you were
going to say that.

The first wave of ships
in the Sontaran temporal offensive

are about to launch.

You have to stop those ships leaving.

How am I supposed to do that?

What resources do you have?

A wok.

I'm sorry, what?

Why have you got a wok?!

It's my mum's. For hitting them
on the... probic thingy.

Tracing the rogue transmissions.

Who is using this frequency?!

Dan! Get out of there, now.

- What about the plan?
- Cease all rogue transmitters!

What...

Good luck, Dan.

Right, Mrs. Seacole.

We both have a lot of work to do.

Doctor!

Halt! Intruder.

Alright, mate. I'm a little bit lost.

I was just looking for the beer, eh.

This is an Imperial Sontaran
time carrier.

Unauthorised human presence
shall result in immediate

and enjoyably violent execution.

I'm just a tourist.

Ask your boss. Your commander.
Like, there he is.

How'd you like that, eh?!

Pan-fried Sontaran.

Now I'm going to walk right out of here.

Alright, lads.

I was just looking for the beer, eh.

How can we fix something
that can't be touched?

VINDER: I have no idea.

We do.

You can stand aside now.

We understand exactly
what's needed here.

- Can you repair?
- Yes.

Sure.

You got identification?

Very good, Yasmin Khan.

Does the Doctor know you're
out this late by yourself?

I don't think we've met before.

Such linear creatures.

That message in pen
on the palm of your hand

that no-one knows about.

"WWTDD".

"What would the Doctor do?"

(CHUCKLES)

How could you know that?

How did she choose you?

Any of you?

So unremarkable.

Take your hands off me right now.

You heard her.

Commander Vinder.

Shamed, disgraced and rejected.

Were you hoping
this could be a redemption?

(AZURE LAUGHS)

Oh, try me.

(LAUGHS)

Stop! Stop. It won't work.

Who are you?

I'm Azure.

This is Swarm.

Translations, but they'll do.

Now, unless you want
to upset Passenger here,

take five steps to your left.

Proximity.

They've been quantum locked against us.

After last time.

It's a good thing you were here.

Stay there.

You are not repair!

You are identified!

You are forbidden from the temple!

It was... orrrderreddd...

You underestimated us,
you pathetic temporal hags.

Your deluded, pointless lives
that led you here.

Painful, powerless deaths.

Two already broken.

Shall I repair?

(SCREAMS)

Stop! You don't know what you're doing!

Don't worry. I'm getting to you.

Spying is an act of treason
against Sontar.

Yeah, yeah. I've heard all this.

Troops! Prepare for execution.

Ready. Aim.

MAN: I don't think so.

I've still got a human in this fight.

You're welcome.

Idiot.

MARY: So many wounded.

(MEN GROAN WEAKLY)

We won't save them all.

All of the casualties were ours.

Soldiers pay the price for
their commanders' mistakes.

They will attack again at first light.

I don't know what to do.

Help me.

I'm going to need a pointy stick.

Sontarans Project Crimean Eviction.

Pay attention, sit up, backs
straight, hands on heads.

Perhaps forget about the last one.

So, here we go.

Sontarans need a rest cycle
of 7.5 minutes every 27 hours,

as detailed by Mrs. Seacole
in her observations here

and at the Sontaran encampment.

During said rest cycle, they
all go back into their ships.

Why?

- I...
- I'll tell you why.

Because they cannot cope
with Earth's atmosphere

over an extended period.

That's why they wear
the protective armoured suits.

The suits filter out harmful Earth
gases and substitute them

with chemicals and nutrients
from their home planet.

But the suits only have
a limited capacity.

- They have to be refilled.
- From their ships!

Gold star and a sticker
for Mrs. Seacole.

Keep up, Lieutenant General.

The ships aren't just transport,
they hold their supplies.

So for precisely 7.5 minutes
every 27 hours, the Sontarans

top up their suits by the probic
vents in the back of their necks,

resting and refuelling like cars
refilling their petrol tanks.

Oh, no, no, wait, forget that one.

Um... like horses
replenishing their nose bags.

Right.

So what we're gonna do is empty
their ships of those supplies,

forcing a retreat out of the Crimea
back to the 21st century,

where my best person will be there
to deal with them - hopefully.

Did you just say 21st century?

Shh! She's talking.

Now, if they're on the same
timetable every day,

which I bet they are,

in 38 minutes' time, they will all
enter their ships simultaneously.

While they're inside,

we will have exactly 7.5 minutes
to drain their supplies.

Might need some of your men to help.

Come on.

Ah!

Right. Remember what I taught you.

Divert this gas into this chamber

and it will render the supply feed
inert and harmless to humans.

Then rip off - argh! this, and
let it all leak out into the air.

Got it? Come on, General. Next ship.

6.9 minutes left.

(GAS HISSES)

(ALARM SOUNDS)

(COUGHS)

What is happening?!

Supply levels dwindling to
critical across the fleet.

Unable to refill armour.

(ALARM SOUNDS)

(ROARS)

What is that useless weapon you got?

It's a wok.

You look ridiculous.

Says the bloke with the floppy ears.

What are you doing here?

We're still species bonded.

Clearly you're so inept,
you can't be on your own.

Also, this is possibly our fault.

The Sontaran attack force

snuck through in the second
before we sealed the shield.

It's our responsibility.

Well, my responsibility,
'cause I got the blame. As usual.

Listen, they're about to launch
time ships into Earth's history.

- I know.
- I've got a plan...

- W-what do you mean you know?
- I intercepted the transmissions.

And it's not your plan,
so don't pretend you're clever.

Alright, keep your fur on.

- (THUMP!)
- Oh!

- What are you doing?
- What do you think I'm doing?

- I'm taking off.
- What?!

Whoa!

I understand you're having a problem
with your supplies, Commander.

Sabotage!

I warned you this planet was protected.

Now retreat.

That word shall never pass my lips.

We shall make a strategic withdrawal.

We shall return.

Not while I'm around.

Now, hit the road, Skaak.

(GROWLS)

- (BEEPING)
- What's your plan?

Some clever sciency spacy thing
I won't understand?

- We're gonna ram them.
- What?!

Use this ship as a battering ram
to hit all the others,

creating a massive temporal reaction.

Takes the ships and all the Sontarans
on Earth out of existence.

Huge temporal bang.

But... but we're on the ship.

There's an escape pod
down the corridor, you fool.

Come on. We're out of here.

Ahh! Back in!

Well, that was a great plan!

Why did I have to get you to protect?!

You could have killed me!
What are you doing?!

Get down there. Hurry up!

- (YELLS)
- This thing's about to crash.

(YELLS)

Whoooooo!

This is Commander Ritskaw. The fleet
is under attack from insurgents!

(EXPLOSION)

MARY: It worked.

They're leaving!

And with no further bloodshed.

I must disabuse you of that.

What have you done?

I recommend you run.

Run, Doctor! Run!

Ah! This is for my men!

(RUMBLING, SMASHING, SHATTERING)

They were retreating!

It was done!

That was for the men I lost today!

For your guilt, you mean.

Sometimes men like you make me
wonder why I bother with humanity.

I... I am grateful that you do.

Whoever you are, Doctor.

I have to go and find my friends.

I hope we meet again, Mrs. Seacole.

Where are you going?

I'm here.

What is this thing happening to you?

Ugh.

What was in that tube?

It was their waste tube.

You're kidding me.

Ugh!

They're gone.

It's all gone.

Temporal implosion.

You're welcome.

Oh, here she comes,
now the hard work's been done.

You made it back.

And you got rid of the Sontarans.

It was pretty easy, really.
I worked it all by myself.

Until Scooby-Doo here
tried to take all the credit.

I need your people to stay protecting
this planet while I'm away.

I have to find my friend.

You want to come?

Okay.

I'm not done with you yet.

If you're going out into the
universe, you better understand

it's in a bad way.

The Lupari will stay, shielding
the planet till this is over.

If it is ever over.

I hope I never see you again.

Feeling's mutual.

(SIGHS)

Whoa. That should not be
growing out of the floor.

These things new?

Yeah.

Weren't here a second ago.

Something's corrupted the TARDIS.

- Oh!
- Argh!

Did you just do that?

No!

(BOTH GASP)

Argh! I can't make it work!

We're being hijacked!

(SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRS)

Where are we?

I don't know,

but the spatial temporal readings
are at zero, which is impossible.

This way.

I mean, this is obviously a trap.

And we're walking into it, are we?

I have to find Yaz.

Stay close to me. Do exactly as I say.

SWARM: Ah, Doctor. At last.

Come.

It's been a long time.

I have something of yours.

Come.

Further.

Who are they?

These are the Mouri, Doctor.

The remnants of the Middle East.

The Mouri.

In the Temple of Atropos

on the planet Time.

There is no planet called Time.

Yet here we are.

The Temple of Atropos is broken.

And the Mouri are failing.

Creatures who hold time in this
universe together... broken.

Time is beginning to run wild.
Could really harm the TARDIS.

So I made a short-term repair.

(CLICKS FINGERS)

- Yaz!
- Doctor! Don't come near!

I've seen what he can do.

She's right.

Try to rescue them and
we'll reduce them to ash.

Her and her new friend.

- Will you count?
- Yes.

Five.

What have you done to them?

It's what I'm about to do, Doctor.

Four.

Poor placeholders. Hardly equipped
to be Mouri, are they?

Three.

When I click my fingers...

... the full force of time
will blast through them.

How many seconds will
their bodies be able to take

before they die, Doctor?

Two.

Stop it. You don't have to do this.
Tell me what you want.

One.

All in good time.

(CLICKS FINGERS)

(THEME MUSIC)

On my command.

(CRIES OUT)

SWARM: Time is beginning to run wild.

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