All language subtitles for doctor.who.1305

Jericho! Wait!

They are an Extraction Squad.
For the Division.

Welcome to Puzano.
What's left of it.

Have you seen this guy?

He might be
the next coalescence.

The next what?

- I'm Azure. This is Swarm.

- Where am I now?
- Di.

What I need is
for you to be silent
and do as you are ordered.

This is my only chance
to find out who I am.

AWSOK:
The Flux wasn't an accident.

It was made. It was placed.
Because of you.

The only thing Division wants
more than my Angel... is you.

You are recalled.

No!

Is this what it's like
to be you?

Is that what you've done?

Made me one of you?

Except you haven't.

What is it then?
A demonstration of strength?

Say something.

Blinking.

Blinking.

Tough crowd.

What are you then,
prison guards?

We are conversion.

Conversion to what?

WEEPING ANGEL:
We are transport.

You've encased me in
a Weeping Angel form
to transport me somewhere?

Why?

It amused us.
You fear us, Doctor.
You always have.

And, now your form is ours,

we have dominion over you.

You're a very smug statue.

What have you done
with my friends?

WEEPING ANGEL:
Your friends are marooned
where we left them.

They are lost.

My friends are never lost

That pulley system needs work.

- Yeah.

Hopefully, we're in
the right place.

Let's see if we can match
anything to the sketch.

YASMIN:
Be on the lookout for...

death traps.

I was nearly a kebab.

Looking for an offering pot,
remember? Both of us!

I hope he hasn't
fallen asleep.

- Good afternoon.
- He pulled the rope,
didn't he?

That was the signal.

And you still haven't
figured out

how to ballast the
counterweight pulley properly.

Almost. It's not entirely
my wheelhouse.

Oh, this is spectacular!

Jericho, look.

I think I've got it.

This is the one.

I'm still not sure
about taking it.

It's a discovery.
It's our discovery.

Strictly speaking, it's theft.

If we take it, we have
to bring it back once
we have it decoded.

And reseal the ceiling.

Now, what was it again?
One tug, or...

Hiya!

Have you got it?

I think so

We are here.
Return to form.

Where here?

Return to what?

Ood.

Please remain still
while quantum
realignment stabilises.

Do not remove
your conversion pl...

Follow me. She is waiting.

Who is?

Hello. I'm the Doctor.

I know.

You. I've met you.

- You won't be told, will you?
- It's a defining trait.

Who are you? And where are we?

This is Division, Doctor.

Welcome back.

If you can decipher
those markings,

we should have a date when
the world is gonna be
in terrible danger.

She's matching the
symbols to the ancient panels.

We should have
a translation soon.

Basically,
this pot could decipher

the exact date the world
is going to end.

We've been in this decade
for three years now.

Do you think we'll ever
get back?

I find myself marooned a
decade before I was born.

In a century where I have
a little too much knowledge

of the atrocities to come.

We've got a task.
We have to stick to it.

Can anyone else smell burning?

Now you come to mention it...

- Get her out of here now!
- Everyone get back!

Out this way, away from the
imminent explosion...

- Think that's gonna
have to do.
- Now get out of here!

If it wasn't for your
quick thinking, Miss Khan,

we could have all perished
in that blast.

But who would want to kill us?

How do they even
know about us?

We're simply trying to derive
a date from a pot.

We have a partial date:

December 5th. But no year.

Just one moment.

- Seriously?
- Yes.

- Every time?
- Yes!

Why do I have to be the
stowaway? Can't we take turns?

- Come in!

- Are you new?
- Came aboard for this leg,
ma'am.

- One lump or two, Sir?
- One, please.

Sit on his legs...

WAITER:
You can't fight the future.

Who sent you?
Why are you following us?

Answer her questions
or I'll bite your toes.

You're not getting away.

No! No!

Poison capsule,
lodged in his tooth.

Self-sacrifice, eh?

Jolly good thing too.
I was just about to bop him
with his own teapot.

Now we have
an additional conundrum.

We appear to have
a dead waiter in our cabin.

What if someone walks in?

Roll him under the bed
for now.

Hang on, under the bed's
where I sleep...

Then, come nightfall,
when it's quiet,
shove his body overboard.

What?

You seem remarkably proficient
at this, Miss Khan.

There's no use
being squeamish.

We've got the future to save.

Shot!

Yes, not making a bad fist
of it, for your first time.

So, how long did you
say you'd been in the area?

Not long at all, Sir.

Back from a prolonged
period of service elsewhere.

You'll forgive me
if I don't say where.

Of course, yes, yes.
No need to explain.

So, what's your field
of expertise, Prentis?

Can you say, entre nous?

I fear I may
strain your credulity, Sir.

I specialise in threats
that may originate
from beyond this earth,

sightings and events
classed as incredible.

Really?

Now, I realise that you,
as an experienced
and much decorated officer,

may find that
a dubious occupation.

No, no, no!

This is quite fortuitous!

In what way, Sir?

My new posting.

I've been tasked with
setting up the British end of
a new taskforce,

funded by the United Nations.

Dealing with threats from...

Well, beyond
our understanding.

Good Lord. What an
extraordinary coincidence.

Isn't it!

Although, if I may say, such
a taskforce is long overdue.

Do you think so?

Yes, I must admit,
I'm a little at sea.
Not my area of expertise.

You see, I'm a military man.
This is beyond our normal ken.

- I mean where does one start?

You wouldn't be interested

in running an eye over what
we're planning, would you?

It has to be good.

World leading.

Well, I would be honoured
to give any assistance
you need, Sir.

But only if you're sure.

Sure? It's a relief!

This is my good fortune!

Incredible stroke of luck,
you being here.

Isn't it?

So, this an adaptive hologram.

Right now, we're in
the TARDIS, having just
left the Planet Time,

which should not exist,
still bugging me.

I've just pulled you out
of your own timestream...

- ...cos I'm good at
stuff like that.
- All right, big head.

Did you just call me big head?

I bet you did.

Well, still works
even if you didn't.

I'm worried about
what might happen next.

These are primal forces of
evil that we're dealing with.

Some forces
I don't even understand yet.

I think I'm at risk.

Which is why I need to record
this and smuggle it
into your pocket,

to say: if we lose each other,
if we get separated,
don't worry.

This will activate two weeks
after we've not had contact
with each other.

I won't know where
or when you'll be.

Or if you're on your own
or with Dan or whoever.

But this is the task.

Earth has been shielded
from the Flux.
But it'll be vulnerable.

It'll become a target.

If the Flux
is destroying the universe,

if planets and stars
are being wiped out

there will be displaced
creatures who need a home,

somewhere to take over.

But that would mean
a time of battle for
ownership of the Earth.

You need to find out where
and when that will be.

Events like the Flux create
ripples through time.

It will have been foreseen,
somewhere by some
smart people.

You need to figure out that
date and help the Earth.

That's all I have.
I'm sorry it's not more.

I'm probably worried for you,
if you're hearing this.

And I'm sure I miss you.

Miss you too.

I know you do.

I hope you said, "I miss you
too" or else that bit's weird.

Oh, hang on.

Hi there. I think you're
calling me from
the control room...

- Job done.
- Heavy beggar.

He made quite a splash.

I can't say I enjoyed that.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

I should ablute.

We will see her again.

She'll be all right.
Wherever she is.

- Just tell me,
where are we?

You're being very reductive.

You're being evasive.

A completely transparent
power move and not
very effective.

Systems are under
increasing strain.

Go further, Ood!
You can push it much further.

This is no time for caution!

- Increasing propulsion levels.

- Better! Much more like it!
- What is that Ood doing?

Of course, you have
a lot of questions.

It must be hard to know
where to start.

No, not hard at all.
The hard bit is getting you
to deign to answer!

So you'd like
to know about Division.

Yes. Are you in charge of it
or just behaving like you are?

Well, it's complex. But,
I suppose, yes, right now,
leadership falls to me.

Leadership of what, though?
What is Division, now?

Division is simple.
And indescribable.

It began on Gallifrey as
a group to ensure the safety
of our galaxy.

As our ability to travel grew,
and our horizons broadened,

Division kept pace.
The number of operatives grew.

And what did
those operatives do?

Anything we needed.
Guided and shaped events.

Interfered. In contravention
of all Time Lord directives.

Not every civilisation works
or is enlightened.

Some require help.
Some needed to be told.

Division assessed
and acted accordingly.

How much did it interfere?
How big has it become?

Colossal.
Across space and time.

Its influence is unparalleled.
Its reach is unlimited.

All from the shadows.
It achieved its aim,
beyond our wildest dreams.

Division is magnificent.

I don't think having Weeping
Angels do your dirty work

can be classed as magnificent.

Division recruits
across all dimensions,
from all species. It had to.

Then why couldn't I find it?
Where are we now?

Because I looked, far and
wide, across the universe.

And there was nothing.

Of course not. We're not in
the universe, Doctor.

KARVANISTA:
Karvanista to Juverost.

Your ship is drifting,
you have broken shield unity,

you are compromising
Earth's protection.

Juverost, do you copy?

Karvanista to Lupari fleet.
Juverost is down.

No comms, and their ship
is falling out of formation.

Earth shield
is now breachable.

I'm taking remedial action.

One of our craft never
responded to Species Recall.

If we could use that
to seal the breach.

It's locating it now. Got it!

That will bridge the gap
in the shield.

Lupari
command, action approved.

Why is it there?

Yeah, see Tigmi?

Who managed to track
the only life signals
in this sector?

- I did!

Okay, we did.

That huge monolith doesn't
look foreboding at all.

Yeah, but I swore an oath
to help those in distress.

And this is where the traces
from Puzano lead. So...

Where do we dock
without being noticed?

KARVANISTA:
Rogue Lupari craft!
This is Lupari Commander.

You are disobeying
Species Recall.

You are in breach.
Lupari Command now taking
remote charge of your ship.

- No, no, no, don't do that...

Remote hyper
will be activated...

You can't go to hyper.
I'm on a mission here!

You are not a Lupar!

Don't you dare hyperjack me!

- No!

Oh, that's rough.

Still, no choice.

Hyper drive. Someone is
in a hurry to get away.

Yeah.

This is what I was worried
about. All the missing.

Objects, your role here
is simple.

You are space.
And we are time.

You are both our playthings
and our power source.

Can you feel the time force
growing? It's working.

Just as we planned.
We're ready.

We can connect with her again.

Let me show you
where we are, Doctor.

Here is the universe
as you know it.

Universe one, if you like.

And we're here, outside.
The Division.

The control centre
from which all our operatives
were directed.

And there, beyond Division,
the next universe.

And the next beyond that,
multiverses.

Our terminology became quaint
a long time ago.

So here we are, outside one
universe, on the cusp
of many more.

A bridge.

Dimensional engineering
required to build this
place... it's incredible!

Oh, Conversion!

That's why Conversion plates
allow us

to exist in form
outside the known universe.

Very good. You always were
fast at processing everything.

But it's unstable.
Why is it shaking?

Unless, we can't be, can it?
It's moving.

Exactly. As we near the end
of the old universe,

Division is moving into
the next. The crossing is
in progress.

And this place?

My seed vault.

Genetic traces from
the previous universe
to import into the next.

To preserve
what will have gone.

That universe
isn't going anywhere.

It's over, Doctor.

It has been ever since we let
a virus into the experiment.

What sort of virus?

You!

You got out, from Division,
and you couldn't leave
the universe alone.

Yeah, I blame myself a little,
but mostly I blame you.

I thought you were manageable.

But I had to admit
what I always knew deep down

you'd never stop,
if you rediscovered what
Division had done.

Morality was always your flaw.

Morality is a strength.

And when you knew the truth,
you'd never stop hounding us.

So the universe has to end
to protect the existence
of Division?

Precisely. Which is why
we engineered the Flux,

shut the universe down
and you within it.

Except even then
you interfere,

disrupting the Flux, just as
it came into existence.

throwing yourself and that
TARDIS in front of it.

Division created the Flux
because you're scared of me?

Not scared. Wary, perhaps.

How much power
do you imagine I have?

You inspire.
Make people question, rise up.

You give them hope.
That can be problematic.

Who even are you?

You don't remember? Mmm.
Why would you?

I think my eyes are the same
even across the regenerations.

But you wouldn't know.

Can't be...

I'm the one who found you.

I brought you to Gallifrey
and raised you.

I'm Tecteun.

The woman you used
to call mother.

Move in line.

If I had known
at the beginning that
this would occupy

nearly a decade of my life,
I might have had
second thoughts.

Whereas you, Prentis,
barely look a day older.

What's your secret?

Clear conscience, sir.

I like that.

MAN OVER PA:
Lethbridge Stewart here,
Report to the RAF, please.

That's our new Corporal.

Brought him in after we missed
the whole thing
at the Post Office Tower.

He's a shouter.
He's very good.

Keeps everyone on their toes.

And the facility
is marvellous.

Yes.

With a 30-year plan
for investment.

This is the time
of great projects, Prentis.

National Health Service
be damned.

UNIT is the project for which
the public will be grateful.

In here.

- What's that?
- Hmm?

Oh, this is an object
we found in a deserted village
in Devon.

A few residents disappeared
overnight, and this box
was the only anomaly.

The constabulary insist
it's not theirs, and we can't
even get into it.

We're converting
the entire village into
a military training territory.

For safety.
Don't want to panic anyone.

This, however,
this is our pride and joy.

Yes, it does look... special.

Its purpose is to detect
non-terrestrial lifeforms.

Turn it on, Jennings.
And get that sample spore.

Everyone keeps telling me
it's not of this Earth.

Here we go.

- There. Human as they come.

Now you...

I'd rather you didn't.
Radiation. If it's not
fully proven...

Nonsense. The boffins have
been working on this for ages.

Odd.

That's very odd.

My God, General,
you really are a fool,
aren't you?

I beg your pardon?

How you expect to protect
this pitiful race
I do not know.

What do you mean?

Prentis...

Prentis!

I prefer to be called
Grand Serpent.

Well, don't just stand there,
man. Call a doctor.

Pattern optimisation
in progress.
Matter compression increasing.

Spatial distribution and
destruction analysis
now available.

I know what that Ood is doing.

You're generating the final
waves of the Flux from here.

Forcing spatial compression
on that universe,

you're trying to move
this structure into
the next universe,

while you wreck the one
you leave behind.

No wonder this place feels
under so much pressure.

We all need to clear up
after ourselves.

That's why I had you
brought here,

to ensure you won't be
in the universe to save it.

So,

was what the Master
told me true?

Yes.

I found you...

A lost child, alone,
beneath a monument.

on a deserted planet,
seemingly deposited there
by a wormhole.

No way back.

No one to care for you.

You took something
that didn't belong to you.

I rescued you.

Would you prefer
to have been left?

You assumed I came through
that wormhole,
but you don't know.

What if I was waiting
there to be collected?

What if I was supposed
to be taken through it?

What if whoever left me there
was taken by that wormhole?

- What if, what if, what if...
- You denied me my life!

I gave you a life. Everything
you are is because of me.

But I understand.

You think you could have been
something else, someone else.

Maybe.

I'll never know.

You judge me...

...for giving you the journey
of your lifetime.

And what do you do, "Doctor"?

Pick people up,
take them with you.

You adopt them, use them,
for reassurance, for company.

They're your experiments,
just as you were mine.

We're not the same.

This just shows I was right
to order your memories erased.

Ood, guard her.

Yes, Tecteun.

A friend of the Doctor.

Did you not think
we would detect you?

No, I was pretty sure
you could.

What're you gonna do about it?

They're so tiny.

Hello? Anyone hear me?

Who are you?

I saw you, on Atropos.
I was with your friend Dan.

I'm looking for someone
myself but I've got a plan
to get you out of here.

Finally, someone with a gun.

I'm Di, by the way.

From Liverpool. And I've got
some scores to settle
with this lot.

This man
is a legendary seer.

He's our last best hope
in finding out when in history
the battle may come.

And how we might get there.

Sir.
My name is Eustacius Jericho.

I am an expert in percipients
and visionaries.

And in my historic reading,
I have read much about you
and your abilities.

We come to you
in all humility,

as we are in the midst
of an extraordinary task

and seek guidance
as to what the future holds.

- Took you long enough.
- I'm sorry?

To get up here. I've been
watching you for days.

You need to take
more exercise.

So, what's the gossip,
from down there?

- Who's kissed who?
- Gossip?

I don't get any up here.
I'll take anything.

I mean, I think the telephone
has been invented.

Telephone?

Yes. You use it to talk
to people, to communicate.

I'm a hermit.

We would've brought a
newspaper if we'd have known.

You mean you haven't?

What about some food?

A rope? A pot?

The latest Conan Doyle?

Does seem rude,
now you come to mention it.

Ah, I'm teasing you.

I knew you wouldn't have
anything really.

Do you have anything for us?

Ah, no.

Really?

Ah, I'm teasing you again.

I don't get
to tease people much.

I have three words.

We've climbed all this way
for three words?

Go on.

Fetch...

Your...

Dog...

I beg your pardon?

Fetch your dog.

I don't have a dog.

Is that it? Does this
make any sense to you?

And if it did,
how do we fetch him?

That's your problem.
I don't know.

I have an idea.

I hope it looks all right.

I don't suppose
we'll ever know, really.

What the Rayfax is that?
I don't have time travel,
you idiot.

Arr, humans are so
annoying, especially him.

Ood, Ood, Ood, quick quick,
quick, don't have long,
I need your help.

I'm unable to provide
assistance. My service
is to Division and Tecteun.

I'm right, aren't I?
You're generating
spatial compression,

the final Flux events,
from here. Mate, we have
to stop this.

Prevention is in contravention
of instructions.

It is also impossible.
Flux culmination is already
in progress.

Show me while she's not here.

I am prevented from...

I know, I know you are.
But aren't you worried?

Aren't you scared
for your own kind? Because
that universe is full of Ood.

The universe, the matter that
is being compressed by you,

is where your people live.

And I don't know how or when
you became a part of this,

but I can stop this.
I can save them.

I'm the one.

You cannot. It is too late.

It's never too late.
I'm very good at pulling
rabbits out of hats.

I have no rabbits.

- It's a metaphor.
- Or hats.

Honestly, it doesn't matter.

Just show me, quick smart,
before she comes back.

Thank you. Thank you, Ood.

We can sort this.

Sorry, which part
of the universe is this?

All of it.

No, there's nowhere near
enough of it.

This is all that remains.

The first Flux event destroyed
many galaxies.

It doesn't make sense,
it's not centred correctly.

The erasure, the compression,
all looks like it's moving in

from the outside
all to one place.

That is Earth.

Earth will be the ultimate
apex of destruction.

It is designed that way.

But what's been compressed
can be decompressed,
uncompressed.

Because I'm thinking those
transport pads,
this power source,

reversing the polarity
of the conversion plates,

I can stop this and get out of
here before she kills me,

because we both know that's
where this is heading.

What is that noise?
That whispering?

I cannot hear it.

It's coming
from over here.

How can you not hear that?

I see you found it.

For your many decades
of public service,

and a very happy retirement.

I'd be there till I dropped
if it was down to me.

Still, the appointment of my
successor is within my gift.

About that...

I've been considering throwing
my own hat in the ring.

Have you?

Chair of the UNIT Oversight
Committee will be
perfect for me.

I've been around it
a long time.

People don't like you,
Prentis.

Is that right?

Not sure why.

I've always found you
relatively personable.

Although you're rarely around.

You just seem to pop up
whenever it suits...

My charitable foundation
and research takes me
all over the world.

Then you have enough
to occupy you.

You don't need to be looking
over all UNIT operations.

No, but I'd consider it
an hon...

Don't be a bore, Prentis.

You will be chair of the UNIT
Oversight Committee
over my dead body.

Turn the heating down,
Simmons.

It's like reptile house
in here.

That's rather the point

There was a time,
far, far away,

when I used to have people
and empires to do this for me.

They're all long gone now.

But I've learned

that nothing really beats
the personal touch.

Still no response
from the Zog?

And still no Doctor.

Oi! What are you doing?

A ship?

A ship at sea?

I'll call a steward!

Wait.

I know you.
We've met in a tunnel.

I've met you too. On Atropos.

What do you know
of my tunnels?

Not a lot. Time's going mad.

Do you call me mad, sir?

Joseph Williamson,
the mad mole!

You take their side.

You're Joseph Williamson?

Who else would I be, sir?

But it seems I must find
my own way out of this
infernal puzzle.

Those cursed
shifting doorways.

He's gone.

How did he do that,
Joseph Williamson?

Don't you see?

- No.
- No.

The Williamson tunnels.

They're a tourist thing,
they're being excavated
in my time.

If he keeps tearing open
all these different places

and times...
We've got to find him.

That's where we have to go.

Yeah me Grandad used
to work for him, he told me
all sorts of things,

you know, about what
he built down there.

He reckoned there's dining
halls, bedrooms, the lot.

Someone even said
there's an army down there.

So, what's happened to
the tunnels since his death?

It's all shut down,
all the work stopped.
It's ancient history now.

Alfie, would you know how
we could get access
to any part of them?

Uh, I wouldn't go
down there, miss.

It's dangerous.

And, also, some folks say
he still walks the tunnels.

Wouldn't want a pretty girl
like you seeing any ghosts.

This pretty girl
can look after herself.

It's these two
you gotta worry about.

How many hours is that now?

Six and a quarter.

We're running out of twine
and lamp fuel.

We're searching for a ghost
to explain the improbability
of space and time.

We should not be surprised
if we don't find it.

Oh ye of little faith.

It's him! I'll go over.
One scouser to another.

Hey, Dan! Are you
from Liverpool? Why have
you never mentioned it?

All right Sheffield.
Keep your cutlery on.

Al right, mate.

Can I just check?

You're not a ghost, are you?

Was that ghostly sir?
Did you feel it?

You're lucky
I don't give you one back.

What do you want?

In a nutshell, we believe
the fabric of space and time
is under threat.

And that Earth
is about to be under attack.

But we're not sure when,
where or who from.

And we need to find others who
can help us stop it happening.

Finally...

Finally!

I've been at my wits' end.

I've so much to show you.

There's so little time.

Come, come, come.

A Galifreyan device

for the protecting and storage
of memories and identities.

Of course you kept them.

The memories you took from me.

A good scientist never throws
away their workings.

We had them quantum
stored for a long time

in the Weeping Angel, who
tracked you and betrayed you.

Don't worry, it didn't escape.

Everything has been
transferred now.
Stored in that fob watch.

How much was lost?

How many lives?

How many people have I been?

Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands?

What would you give to know?

What if I offered you
a choice?

You can return to the dying
universe you left, defend it

from its inevitable
destruction and fail,
or re-join Division.

Re-join me.

Come with us into the next
universe, into the beyond.

Help me build!

With your memories restored,
be complete again.

The next universe holds
the other end of the wormhole
where I found you.

That universe may be where
you're from, where you began.
Your origins, perhaps.

Think of the discoveries that
would await us both there.

A new start.

If you really knew me,
you'd know I'd never agree
to any of this.

No matter how strong
the incentive.

What if I left the Earth?

What if we let
your friends live?

As you know,
I've been fighting

UNIT's corner,
your corner, for a while.

But these are
turbulent times, Kate.

I'm afraid this is the moment
we must concede defeat.

That's not a phrase
that sits well in my family,
or UNIT itself.

Nevertheless,
UNIT's operations will be
wound down forthwith.

I see you.

I see you, whatever you are.

Hiding in plain sight
for so long,

barely ageing. You're gambling
that nobody cares,

that nobody looks at UNIT
any more.

But I care. More than anyone.

So I dug deep, past
the tampered archives
and doctored photographs.

Past the deleted incidents,
altered names,
changes to reports

from the past five decades.
Altered, because it's
impossible you were there,

and impossible how
so many people quietly,
accidentally, died.

And it all suggested to me

a non-terrestrial life form
with hostile intent.

Possibly one with the ability
to move in time.

How long
has all this taken you?

A week? A day?

You must be feeling
very tired, Kate.

Oh, by the way, you should
know I'm wearing a
psychic manifest shield.

So, whatever you conjured
to suffocate the others
from the inside

won't work on me.

This task force has been
many lifetimes' work
for me and my family.

I will not let it be
sabotaged from within.

You really need to calm down,
Kate.

I am the head of UNIT.

And if you don't stop this,
I will expose you.

And I shan't hesitate to call
in a favour from someone

you really don't want
to argue with.

Do we understand each other?

Osgood, I have to go dark.

Karvanista to
Rogue Lupari craft.

I brought you out of hyper
and you will be aligned
with the Lupari shield.

So listen up, whoever you are,
I know you stole that ship.

I know you're not a Lupar.

And I'm giving you
to the count of one

to evacuate,
because I'm coming on board.

One.

Uh-oh.

I know you're here.

I have your scent.

Surrender now or die.

Show yourself, coward!

What did you call me?

Coward!

What was that?

Was that you?

This is Lupari command.

All ships,
we are under attack.

This is where
I have endeavoured
to make sense of it all.

This chamber is the heart
of my excavation project.

I've attempted
to build defences here

for humanity, against
the destruction to come.

There are labels
on each doorway.

Precisely, sir. A dozen
doorways, a dozen worlds.

Except past few days
have changed everything.

- Why?
- Since All Hallows Eve,
all is flux.

Some of the doorways
have changed. They're gateways

to places I've never seen.
Fraught with danger.

Especially doorway nine.

Do not touch doorway nine.

Any particular reason?

Death, sir! Endless death.

Oh, that's persuasive.

I hoped I could save everyone.

Now I fear I cannot
save anyone.

Does that happen often?

It's never happened before.

Whoever it is,
they're about to get in.

All comms down between all
Lupari ships in the shield.

I can't raise anyone.

Shielding's been negated.
It's all been turned off.

You hyperjacked me for this?

Some race you are.

Who's boarding us?

Why?

It's time.

Lower all defences, arm
all weapons, ensure all
missile systems are aiming

inwards at
the planet's surface.

You have the list
of target cities?

Yes, sir, of course, sir.

Everything is in place.
Do we have an agreement?

The proposal is acceptable.

Now, let us make war!

The forces of Sontar have
revenge to exact!

Be my guest.

Destroy all Lupari!
The Lupari must die!

Kill all resistance!
Sontar! Ha!

Listen to me, I'm gonna save
my friends. I'm gonna save
my universe.

And I am going
to destroy Division.

So hold on to that hat,

because you, me,
and the end of the universe,

it's personal now,
and I'm gonna win.

No.

How did you get here?

The psychotemporal bridge,
I've been building,

powered by the energy
we harvested from the
life forms of that universe

to you, Doctor,
right from the start.

All it took was a little time,
and all for this.

To get beyond any one
universe, to find Division.

To get revenge on those who
imprisoned us so long ago.

To take them all.

You don't belong here.

Say thank you, Doctor.

What for?

We could heal this pain
of yours so easily.

You released me.

Now I release you.

No, no, no! Don't touch her.

Now, Doctor... you.

Peoples of the universe.

The warriors of Sontar
offer you hope.

I am the head of human
resistance against
Sontaran occupation.

And now we will ensure
that the flux takes apart
your entire universe.

SWARM:
We have everything we need.

Are you trying to kill me
right now?

You have no escape.