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When I was a child,

my favorite story was about a man who lived forever,

but whose eyes were heavy

with the weight of all he'd seen,

a man who fell from the stars.

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I knew you'd find me, eventually.

Make peace with your Gods.

Once, they were your Gods, too.

Not anymore.

Ah. Ahh!

Am I --

am I the last one?

There's one more.

The Doctor.

♪ Dr. Who 7x03 ♪ A Town Called Mercy Original Air Date on September 15, 2012

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Mercy. 81 residents.

Look at this.

It's a load of stones and lumps of wood.

What is it?

A load of stones and lumps of wood.

Uh, the sign does say "keep out".

I see "keep out" signs

as suggestions, more than actual orders,

like "dry clean only".

That's not right.

It's a streetlamp.

An electric streetlamp,

about 10 years too early.

It's only a few years out.

That's what you said when you left

your phone charger in Henry VIII's en suite.

Doctor, um --

Anachronistic electricity, "keep out" signs,

aggressive stares --

has someone been peeking at my Christmas list?

Doctor.

Tea.

But the strong stuff --

leave the bag in.

What you doin' here, son?

"Son"? Ha.

You can stay.

Sir, might I inquire who you is?

Of course. I'm the Doctor.

This is --

no need to stand. You see that?

Manners!

Oh, thank you.

But I don't need a new suit.

I'm the undertaker, sir.

I got a question.

Is you an alien?

Well, um --

bit personal.

It's all relative, isn't it?

I mean, I think you're the aliens.

But, in this context, yes,

yes, I suppose I am.

Uh, guys?

Doctor?! Put him down!

Don't think we won't kill you!

Doctor! Leave her alone!

Don't worry. Everything is completely under control.

Guys. Guys!

Guys.

Whoa-oa-oa! Get out!

Ahh!

Ow! Ah.

Oh!

He's coming.

Oh, God,

he's coming.

Preacher,

say something.

Our father,

who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come --

guys. Thy will be done --

You!

Bowtie.

Get back across that line.

Now.

Isaac,

he said he was the Doctor.

An alien Doctor.

No reason to hand him to his death.

But, Isaac,

it could be him!

You know it ain't.

Ma'am.

Let him go. Be seein' you, boy.

What was that outside?

The gunslinger.

Showed up three weeks back.

We've been prisoners ever since.

See that borderline stretchin' round the town?

Woke up one morning, there it was.

Nothing gets pass it, in or out.

No supply wagons, no reinforcements.

Pretty soon, the whole town's

gonna starve to death.

But he let us in.

You ain't carryin' any food,

just three more mouths to feed.

We'll all die even sooner, now.

What happens if someone crosses the line?

Ah! Well.

He wasn't a very good shot, then.

He was aimin' for the hat.

He shoots people's hats?!

I think it was a warning shot.

Ah! No, yes, I see, hmm.

What does he want?

Has he issued some kind of demand?

Says he wants us to give him

the alien Doctor.

But that's you.

Why would he want to kill you?

Unless he's met you.

And how could he know that we'd be here?

We didn't even know we'd be here.

We were aiming for Mexico.

The Doctor was taking us to see

the Day of the Dead festival.

Mexico's 200 miles due south.

Well, that's what happens when people

get toast crumbs on the console!

Anyway, I think it's about time I met him. Don't you?

Who?

The chap outside said I could be

the alien Doctor, but you said I wasn't,

so you already know who it is.

Two alien doctors.

We're like buses.

Resident 81, I presume, so beloved

by the townsfolk, he warranted

an alteration to the sign, probably

because he rigged up these electrics.

And I'm guessing he's in here because,

if half the town suddenly wanted

to throw me to my death,

this is where I'd want to be.

I don't know what you -- It's all right, Isaac.

I think the time for subterfuge has passed.

Good afternoon.

My name is Kahler-Jex.

I'm the Doctor.

The Kahler! I love the Kahler!

They're one of the most ingenious races

in the galaxy, seriously, they could build

a spaceship out of Tupperware and moss.

All right. How did you get here?

My craft crashed about a mile or so out of town.

I would've died if Isaac and the others

hadn't pulled me from the wreckage.

And you stayed, as their doctor.

On my world, I was a surgeon,

so it seemed logical and it gave me

an opportunity to repay my debt to them.

Listen to him,

talkin' like it was nothing.

Tell them about the cholera.

Now, Isaac, I'm sure our guests are --

two years after he arrived,

there was an outbreak of cholera.

Thanks to the doc here, not a single person died.

Minor infection we'd found

a treatment for centuries ago.

And then there's the -- what do you call them,

the electrics?

Using my ship as a generator,

I was able to rig up

some rudimentary heating and lighting

for the town.

So why does the gunslinger want you?

It don't matter. I'm just saying, if we knew that --

America's the land of second chances.

We call this town "Mercy" for a reason.

Though there's some round here don't feel that way.

Now, Isaac, we've discussed this.

People whose lives you saved

are suddenly sayin' we should hand you over!

They're scared, that's all.

You can hardly blame them.

Them bein' scared scares me.

War only ended 5 years back.

That old violence is still under the surface.

We give up Doc Jex, then we're handin'

the keys of the town over to chaos.

Did you try to repair your craft?

Surely, someone with your skills --

It really was very badly damaged.

We evacuate the town. Our ship's

just over the hills. Room for everyone.

I'll pop out and bring it back here. Robert's your Uncle.

Really? Simple as that?

No crazy schemes, no negotiations?

I've matured. I'm 1,200 years old now.

Plus, I don't want to miss "The Archers."

Oh, so you're not even a tiny bit curious?

Why would I be curious?

It's a mysterious space-cowboy-assassin.

Curious? Of course I'm not curious.

Son!

You still got to get past the gunslinger.

How are you gonna do that?

With a little sleight of hand.

Are you okay?

Yeah, fine, yeah. Keep moving.

Well, next time,

you get to wear Jex's clothes.

Can I borrow your horse, please?

It's official marshal business.

He's called Joshua.

It's from the Bible. It means "the deliverer."

No, he isn't.

What?

I speak horse. He's called Susan.

And he wants you to respect his life choices.

Hoi!

Ah!

Uh, I think he's seen us.

This way!

When this is all done,

do you want us to take you home?

Thank you, but I've already given

everything I have to the Kahler --

my skills, my energy,

all that was good in me.

But here, I could start afresh.

I could remember myself and help people.

That's all I ever wanted to do,

end suffering.

Here.

Oh.

You're a mother, aren't you?

How did you know?

There's kindness in your eyes.

And sadness.

And a ferocity, too.

It wasn't exactly straightforward.

It seldom is.

And what about you,

are you a father?

Yes.

In a way, I suppose I am.

So, we wait here 'til the Doctor comes

to pick us up in your ship.

Yes, I know.

I was there when we agreed it.

Yeah, I said that more

for my benefit than yours.

Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!

Yeah, I know we're in a hurry.

I just want to check something out.

Two ticks.

There's something needling me.

Yes, yes, it could be important.

Oi! Don't swear.

Whoa whoa whoa! Whoa whoa whoa whoa!

Yes, I wear a Stetson now.

Yes, good point, Susan.

Where is the damage?

Ow!

Ah! Ah!

That's the alarm on my ship.

Maybe the Doctor wants to get it working again.

But that wasn't the plan.

He's not following the plan.

Welcome to my world.

Agh! Ah.

Security breach.

You have 10 seconds to enter the passcode

or this vehicle will self-destruct.

Thank you for choosing

Abaraxas security software,

incinerating intruders

for three centuries.

8, 7 --

self-destruct overridden.

This is an awful lot of security

for a titchy spacecraft.

Awaiting command.

Tell me everything you can

about the gunslinger.

File not found. Ah!

Technical specifications, flight recorder,

personal files, maps & charts.

Personal files of Dr. Kahler-Jex.

Names of deceased subjects

can be found on the dropdown menu.

Aaaah!

Aaaaaah!

Agggh! Ohhhh!

Ah-agggh!

Aaaah!

Aaaaaaah!

I'm sorry, Amy.

He really should've followed the plan.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot. Don't shoot!

I know who you are.

And who Jex is, too.

Now, what I don't understand is

why you haven't just walked into town

and killed him.

People will get in the way.

Look, you want justice.

You deserve justice. But this isn't the way.

We can put him on trial. We can --

When he starts killing your people,

you can use

your justice.

Isaac says he doesn't care about my past,

but things may have been uncovered

that even he might struggle to forgive,

so it's best we beat a hasty retreat.

"We"? I-I'm coming with you?

It's unlikely the gunslinger

will shoot, if I'm with you.

As far as I can tell,

he's programmed to take innocent lives

only if absolutely necessary.

Oh, well, color me reassured.

Doc.

What are you doin'?

No more warning shots.

I'll kill the next person

to step over that line.

Make sure

it's Jex.

It was stupid of me.

I realize that now. I just thought

I'd put you all in enough danger.

Perhaps if I left --

He's lying!

Every word.

Everything he says.

It's. All.

Lies.

This man is a murderer.

I am a scientist!

Sit down.

Sit down!

Tell them what you are.

What am I?

A war hero.

O...kay,

somebody want to tell me

what is goin' on?

The gunslinger is a cyborg.

A what? Half-man, half-machine.

A weapon. Jex built it.

He and his team

took volunteers, told them

they'd been selected for special training,

then experimented on them,

fused their bodies with weaponry,

and programmed them to kill!

Okay. Why?

Why would you do that, Doc?

We'd been at war for nine years.

A war that had already decimated

half of our planet.

Our task was to bring peace

and we did.

We built an army that routed the enemy

and ended the war in less than a week.

Do you want me to repent,

to beg forgiveness

for saving millions of lives?

And how many died screaming

on the operating table before you had found

your advantage?!

War is another world.

You cannot apply the politics of peace

to what I did, to what any of us did.

But what happened then?

How come you're here?

When the war ended,

we had the cyborgs decommissioned,

but one of them must've got

its circuitry damaged in battle.

It went offline and began hunting down

the team that created it,

until just two of us were left.

We fled

and our ships crashed here.

So, what do we do with Jex?

What do we do with him?

Yeah. I mean, he's a war criminal.

No, he's the guy that saved the town from cholera,

the guy that gave us heat and light.

Look, Jex may be a criminal

and, yeah, kind of creepy --

And still in the room.

But I think we should put aside what he did

and find another solution.

Another solution? It's him or us.

When did we start letting people get executed?

Did I miss a memo?! Doctor, tell him!

Hmm?

Yes.

I don't know.

Whatever Amy said.

Looking at you, Doctor,

is like looking into a mirror.

Almost.

There's rage there, like me;

guilt, like me; Solitude --

everything but the nerve

to do what needs to be done.

Thank the Gods my people

weren't relying on you to save them.

No.

No! But these people are!

Out! Out! Out!

Hmph!

Oh, you're really letting him do this?

Save us all? Yeah, I really am.

Move!

No, I --

no!

Move!

What the hell's goin' on?

Over on that side!

Hey!

Ahh!

You wouldn't.

I genuinely don't know.

Doctor.

Doctor.

Aah!

Let him come back, Doctor!

Or what?

You won't shoot me, Amy.

How do you know?

Maybe I've changed.

I mean, you've clearly been taking

stupid lessons since I saw you last.

Aah!

I didn't mean to do that.

Everyone who isn't an American,

drop your gun.

We can end this right now.

We could save everyone right now!

This is not how we roll, and you know it.

What's happened to you, Doctor?

When did killing someone become an option?

Jex has to answer for his crimes.

And what then, are you going to hunt down

everyone who's made a gun or a bullet or a bomb?

But they keep coming back. Don't you see?

Every time I negotiate, I try to understand.

Well, not today, no.

Today, I honor the victims first.

His, the Master's, the Daleks's,

all the people who died because of my mercy!

See, this is what happens

when you travel alone for too long.

Well, listen to me, Doctor --

we can't be like him.

We have to be better than him.

Amelia Pond.

Fine, fine!

We'll think of something else.

But, frankly, I'm betting on the gunslinger.

Jex,

move over the line.

Now!

Make peace with your Gods.

Kahler-Tek, isn't it?

I remember all your names, even now.

Please,

I'd never hurt anyone again.

I'm even helping people here.

Last chance.

Make peace with your Gods.

No!

Argh! Isaac!

Hey.

Isaac? Isaac! Isaac.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

We can get you to Jex's surgery. He can save you.

Listen to me.

You got to stay.

You got to look after everyone.

It won't come to that, Isaac.

Protect Jex.

Protect my town.

You're both good men.

You just forget it sometimes.

Take Jex to his cell.

If anything happens to him,

you'll have me to answer to.

No!

This has gone on long enough.

You are right.

You've got until noon tomorrow.

Give him to me

or I'll kill you all.

Oh, my God, you're the marshal.

Yeah.

And you're the deputy.

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Come in!

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Marshal.

Ma'am.

Fella.

You need to come outside.

Why, what's wrong?

Just come outside.

And you should put that on.

What's going on?

He in there?

Leave the keys and take a walk.

Time you get back, this will all be done.

I promised Isaac I'd protect him.

Protecting him got Isaac dead.

Tomorrow, it's going to get us all dead.

We thought Isaac was right to fight,

but it's different now.

We got to say "all right, we lost"

and give that thing what it wants.

What it wants is to kill our friend!

We don't got any ill feeling

toward the doc,

we just thinkin' 'bout our families.

Hand him over and we all safe again.

You know I can't do that.

Then we got us a problem.

Please don't do this.

Why? Reckon you're quicker than me?

Almost certainly not.

But this? Lynch mobs?

A town turning against itself?

This is everything Isaac didn't want!

How old are you?

Nearly 19.

That's 18, then. You're too young

to have fought in the war, so I'm guessing

you've never shot anyone before, have you?

First time for everything.

But that's how all of this started.

Jex turned someone into a weapon.

Now, that same story is going to

make you a killer, too.

Don't you see?

Violence doesn't end violence.

It extends it.

And I don't think you want to do this.

I don't think you want to become that man.

There's kids here.

I know.

Who I can save, if you'll let me.

He really worth the risk?

Don't know.

But you are.

Frightened people.

Give me a Dalek, any day.

Fresh coffee, Marshal.

For what it's worth,

I know you're going to save us.

Isaac made you marshal for a reason

and if you're good enough for him,

you're good enough for me.

Reckon you should know that.

Thank you.

Oi! Get out of here.

Let me guess --

the good folk of Mercy wanted me to take

a little stroll into the desert.

You could turn a blind eye.

No one would blame you.

You'd be a hero.

But I can't, can I?

Because, then,

Isaac's death would mean nothing.

Just another casualty in your endless bloody war.

Do you want me to hand you over?

Is that what you want?

Do you even know?!

You think I'm unaffected by what I did,

that I don't hear them screaming

every time I close my eyes?

It would be so much simpler

if I was just one thing, wouldn't it?

The mad scientist

who made that killing machine,

or the physician who's dedicated his life

to serving this town.

The fact that I'm both bewilders you.

Oh, I know exactly what you are

and I see this reformation for what it really is.

You committed an atrocity

and chose this as your punishment.

Don't get me wrong. Good choice.

Civilized hours, lots of adulation,

nice weather, but -- but --

justice doesn't work like that!

You don't get to decide when and how

your debt is paid!

Oof.

In my culture,

we believe that, when you die,

your spirit has to climb a mountain,

carrying the souls of

everyone you wronged in your lifetime.

Imagine the weight I will have to lift.

The monsters

I created,

the people they killed.

Isaac!

He was my friend.

Now, his soul will be in my arms, too.

Can you see now why I fear death?

You want to hand me over?

There's no shame in that.

But you won't.

We all carry our prisons with us.

Mine is my past.

Yours?

Is your morality.

"We all carry our prisons with us."

Ha!

Help me.

Help me to --

please, Lord --

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Arrrggghhh!

Whoa!

Ready?

Ready?

Disengage.

It's a trick.

Save us, Lord.

Aaaah!

Aaaaah!

Uh --

go!

Just go!

I can't save them while you're here!

♪

9, 8, 7 --

self-destruct overridden.

Ah.

Deactivate automatic targeting.

Switch to manual.

Where is he?

He's gone.

Where?! Answer me!

Away from here. Look up.

Any second now, you'll see the vapor trail

of his ship. This is their home!

Not the backdrop for your revenge.

Look up! Go after him!

Take this battle away from --

Kahler-Tek.

Kahler-Tek.

Jex!

Coward! Where are you?

I'm in my ship.

Jex, what are you doing?! Just go!

Where are you from?

Where on Kahler?

Now? You're asking him this now?!

Gabrion.

I know it.

It's beautiful there.

When this is over, will you go back?

How can I?

I'm a monster now.

So am I.

Just go! Finish this!

I will find you.

If I have to tear this universe apart,

I will find you.

I don't doubt that.

You'll chase me to another planet

and another race will be caught in the crossfire.

Then face me!

Countdown

to self-destruct resumed.

Face me!

No. You've killed enough.

I'm ending the war for you, too.

Countdown to self-destruct resumed.

What's going on?

A countdown?

What's going on?! Jex?!

Thank you, Doctor.

I have to face the souls of those I've wronged.

Perhaps they will be kind.

3, 2 --

He behaved with honor at the end.

Maybe more than me.

We could take you back to your world.

You could help with the reconstruction!

I will walk into the desert

and self-destruct.

I'm a creature of war.

I have no role to play during peace.

Except maybe to protect it.

Okay, so, our next trip.

Ooh! You know all the monkeys and dogs

they sent into space in the '50s and '60s?

You will never guess

what really happened to them.

Um, could we leave it a while? Our friends are going to

start noticing that we're aging faster than them.

Another time. No worries.

Agh!

By the time the gunslinger arrived,

the people of Mercy were used to

the strange and the impossible.

Where he came from didn't matter.

As a man once said,

America is a "land of second chances."

Do I believe the story?

I don't know.

My great-grandmother must've been a little girl

when he arrived.

But next time you're in Mercy,

ask someone why they don't have marshal

or a sheriff or policemen there.

"We got our own arrangement," they'll say.

Then they'll smile, like they got a secret,

like they got their own special angel

watching out for 'em.

Their very own angel who fell

from the stars.

Every time we flew away with the Doctor,

we'd just become part of his life.

Come with me!

But he never stood still long enough to become part of ours.

Except once.

Haven't you seen them? The year of the slow invasion.

I've recommended we treat this as a hostile incursion.

There are soldiers all over my house, and I'm in my pants!

We have two lives. Real life and Doctor life.

Our best hope now is each other.

What do we do? Choose?

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