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(doctor who theme)

(Alarm clock buzzes)

- Bye. - See you later.

Bye!

Woman: (On pa) This is a customer announcement.

The store will be closing in five minutes. Thank you.

Oi!

(Lift bell dings)

Wilson?

Wilson, I've got the lottery money.

Wilson?

- (Knocking) - You there?

Look, I can't hang about 'cause they're closing the shop.

Wilson?

(Mutters) Oh, come on.

(Clattering)

Hello?

Hello? Wilson, it's Rose.

Hello?

(Stammers) Wilson?

(Switch clicks)

Wilson?

Wilson!

(Door slamming)

(Muttering) Oh, you're kidding me!

(Clanking)

Is that someone mucking about?

Who is it?

Okay. You got me. Very funny.

Right, I've got the joke! Whose idea was this?

Is it Derek's? Is it?

Derek, is this you?

(Whimpers)

Run!

(Grunting)

- You pulled his arm off! - Yep, plastic.

Very clever, nice trick. Who are they then, students?

Is this a student thing or what?

- Why would they be students? - I don't know!

Well, you said it. Why students?

'Cause... to get that many people dressed up and being silly,

they got to be students.

That makes sense. Well done.

- Thanks. - They're not students.

Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them, he's going to call the police.

- Who's Wilson? - Chief electrician.

Wilson's dead.

- That's just not funny. That's sick! - Hold on!

- Mind your eyes. - I've had enough of this now.

(Whimpers) Who are you, then? Who's that lot down there?

I said who are they?

They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures.

And they're being controlled by a relay device on the roof.

Which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this.

So, I'm gonna go upstairs and blow it up.

And I might well die in the process, but don't worry about me.

No, you go home. Go on, go and have your lovely beans on toast.

Don't tell anyone about this, 'cause if you do, you'll get them killed.

I'm the doctor, by the way.

- What's your name? - Rose.

Nice to meet you, Rose. Run for your life!

- (Car honking) - (Gasps)

(Driver shouts indistinctly)

(Loud explosion)

Reporter: The whole of central London has been closed off

as police investigate the fire.

I know, it's on the telly! It's everywhere, she's lucky to be alive.

Honestly, it's aged her. Skin like an old Bible.

He's walking in now. You'd think I was her daughter.

Oh, and here's himself.

I've been phoning your mobile! You could have been dead!

It's on the news and everything!

I can't believe that your shop went up!

I'm all right. Honestly, I'm fine. Don't make a fuss!

- But what happened? - I don't know.

What was it though? What caused it?

I wasn't in the shop. I was outside. Didn't see anything.

It's Debbie. She knows a man on the mirror, 500 quid for an interview.

Oh, that's brilliant, give it here.

(Phone beeps)

You've got to find some way of making money.

Your job's kaput and I'm not bailing you out.

(Phone rings)

Bev, she's alive!

I've told her, sue for compensation.

She was within seconds of death!

What are you drinking, tea? No, no, no. That's no good! That's no good!

You're in shock.

- You need something stronger. - I'm all right.

Now, come one. You deserve a proper drink. We're going down the pub.

You and me, my treat. How about it?

Is there a match on?

No, no. I'm just thinking about you!

There's a match on, ain't there?

Well that's not the point. But we could catch the last five minutes.

Go on, then. I'm fine, really, go.

And get rid of that.

(Both chuckle)

- Bye-bye. - Bye!

(Imitates choking)

Fifteen fire crews are in attendance,

though it's thought there's very little chance of saving the infrastructure.

(Man and woman arguing)

(Alarm clock buzzes)

There's no point in getting up, sweetheart. You've no job to go to.

There's Finch's. You could try them.

- They've always got jobs. - Oh, great, the butcher's.

It might do you good. That shop was giving you airs and graces.

I'm not joking about compensation.

You've had genuine shock and trauma.

Ariana got two thousand quid off the council

just because the old man behind the desk said she looked Greek!

I know she is Greek, but that's not the point.

It was a valid claim.

(Rattling)

(Pattering)

Mum, you're such a liar! I said to nail that cat-flap down.

We're gonna get strays!

- I did it weeks back. - Nah, you thought about it.

(Rattles)

(Gasps)

- What are you doing here? - I live here.

- What do you do that for? - 'Cause I do!

I'm only home 'cause someone blew up my job!

Must have got the wrong signal.

You're not plastic, are you? Nope, bonehead. Bye, then!

You, inside, right now.

Who is it?

It's about last night. He's part of the inquiry. Give us 10 minutes.

She deserves compensation!

Oh, we're talking millions.

I'm... (Clears throat) I'm in my dressing gown.

Yes, you are.

There's a strange man in my bedroom.

Yes, there is.

Well, anything could happen.

No.

Don't mind the mess. Do you want a coffee?

Might as well, thanks, just milk.

We should go to the police.

Seriously. Both of us.

That won't last. He's gay and she's an alien.

I'm not blaming you, even if it was some sort of joke...

Mmm. Sad ending.

- It said on the news they found a body. - "Rose Tyler."

Ah, could've been worse. Look at the ears!

All the same, he was nice. He was a nice bloke.

Anyway, if we are gonna go to the police,

I wanna know what I'm saying.

- I want you to explain everything. - Maybe not.

- (Pattering) - What's that then?

Have you got a cat?

No.

We did have, but we just get strays. They come in off the estate.

(Doctor grunting)

I told Mickey to Chuck that out.

You're all the same. Give a man a plastic hand...

Anyway, I don't even know your name. Doctor what was it?

(Shrieks)

(Hair blower whirring)

(Beeping)

(High-pitched beeping)

It's all right, I've stopped it.

- There you go, you see, armless! - Do you think?

Ow!

Rose: Hold on a minute, you can't just go swanning off!

Yes. I can. Here I am. This is me, swanning off, see ya!

Rose: That arm was moving, it tried to kill me!

Doctor: Ten out of ten for observation.

You can't just walk away. That's not fair.

You've got to tell me what's going on.

No, I don't.

All right, then. I'll go to the police. I'll tell everyone.

You said if I did that I'd get people killed, so, your choice.

Tell me or I'll start talking.

- Is that supposed to sound tough? - Sort of.

Doesn't work.

- Who are you? - Told you, the doctor.

Yeah, but doctor what?

- Just the doctor. - The doctor?

Hello!

Is that supposed to sound impressive?

Sort of.

Come on then, you can tell me. I've seen enough.

- Are you the police? - No! I was just passing through.

I'm a long way from home...

What have I done wrong? How come those plastic things keep coming after me?

Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you.

You were just an accident. You got in the way, that's all.

- It tried to kill me! - It was after me, not you!

Last night, in the shop, I was there, you blundered in,

almost ruined the whole thing.

This morning, I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down...

The only reason it fixed on you is because you met me.

So, what you're saying is the entire world revolves around you?

- Sort of, yeah. - You're full of it!

Sort of, yeah.

All this plastic stuff, who else knows about it?

No one.

What, you're on your own?

Well, who else is there? I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips,

got to bed and watch telly,

while all the time underneath you, there's a war going on.

Okay. Start from the beginning.

I mean, if we're going with the living plastic, and I don't even believe that,

but if we do... How did you kill it?

The thing controlling it projects life into the arm. Cut off the signal - dead.

- So, that's radio control? - Thought control.

- You all right? - Yeah.

So who's controlling it, then?

- Long story. - What's it all for?

I mean, shop window dummies, what's that about?

Is someone trying to take over britain's shops?

(Both chuckling)

No!

- Well, no! - It's not a price war.

(Both laughing)

They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you.

- Do you believe me? - No.

But you're still listening.

Really, though, doctor, tell me, who are you?

Do you know like we were saying? About the earth revolving?

It's like when you're a kid.

The first time they tell you that the world's turning

and you just can't quite believe it

'cause everything looks like it's standing still.

I can feel it.

The turn of the earth.

The ground beneath our feet is spinning at 1,000 miles an hour.

And the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at 67,000 miles an hour.

I can feel it, we're falling through space, you and me.

Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go...

That's who I am.

Now forget me, Rose Tyler.

Go home.

(Wind blowing)

(Tardis whooshing)

- Hey, here's my woman! Kit off. - Oh, shut up.

- Coffee? - Yeah, only if you wash the mug.

And I don't mean rinse, I mean wash. Can I use your computer?

Yeah, any excuse to get in the bedroom.

Don't read my e-mails!

Rose: You're not coming in.

He's safe, he's got a wife and kids.

Yeah, who told you that?

He did. That's exactly what an Internet lunatic murderer would say.

(Knocking)

(Sighs)

(Knocking)

Um, hello, I've come to see clive. We've been e-mailing.

Oh, dad! It's one of your nutters.

Sorry, hello! You must be Rose. I'm clive. Obviously.

I'd better tell you now, my boyfriend's in the car,

just in case you're gonna kill me!

(Laughs) No, good point! No murders!

Woman: Who is it?

Oh, it's something to do with the doctor.

She's been reading the website.

Please come through. I'm in the shed.

She? She's read a website about the doctor, she's a she?

Clive: A lot of this stuff is quite sensitive,

I couldn't just send it to you.

People might intercept...

If you know what I mean.

If you dig deep enough

and keep a lively mind,

this doctor keeps cropping up all over the place.

Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories.

No first name, no last name, just "the doctor".

Always the doctor.

And the title seems to be passed down from father to son,

appears to be an inheritance.

That's your doctor there, isn't it?

Yeah.

I tracked it down to the Washington public archive, just last year.

The online photo's enhanced, but if we look at the original...

November 22nd 1963, the assassination of president Kennedy.

See?

Must be his father.

Going further back,

April 1912,

this is a photograph of the Daniels family of southampton

and friend.

Taken the day before they were due to sail to the new world. On the Titanic.

And for some unknown reason, they cancelled the trip, and survived.

And here we are,

1883, another doctor.

Look, the same lineage, he's identical.

This one washed up on the coast of sumatra,

and the very night the krakatoa exploded.

The doctor is a legend woven throughout history.

When disaster comes, he's there.

He brings the storm in his wake.

- And he has one constant companion. - Who's that?

Death.

If the doctor's back, if you've seen him, Rose,

then one thing's for certain.

We're all in danger.

Come on then.

If he singled you out, if the doctor's making house calls,

then god help you.

(Bin growls)

(Grunting)

(Screams)

(Bin belches)

But who is he?

Who do you think he is?

I think he's the same man.

I think he's immortal.

I think he's an alien from another world.

All right, he's a nutter. Off his head.

Complete online conspiracy freak, you win!

(Sighs) What are we going to do tonight?

I fancy a pizza.

Pizza! (Stammering)

- Pizza! - Or Chinese.

Pizza!

Do you think I should try the hospital?

Suki said they had jobs going in the canteen.

Is that it then, dishing out chips?

I could do a-levels. I don't know.

It's all Jimmy stone's fault.

I went and left school because of him, look where I ended up.

What do you think?

So where did you meet this doctor?

I'm sorry, was I talking about me for a second?

'Cause I reckon it all started back at the shop, am I right?

- Was he something to do with that? - No.

Come on.

Sort of.

What was he doing there?

I'm not going on about it, Mickey, really I'm not.

'Cause I know it sounds daft, but,

I don't think he's safe.

- He's dangerous. - But you can trust me, sweetheart.

(Malfunctioning robotic voice) Babe, darling, sugar...

You can tell me anything. Tell me about the doctor and what he's planning,

and I can help you, Rose.

That's all I want to do, sweetheart.

Darling, babe, babe, sugar, sweetheart.

What are you doing that for?

- Your champagne. - We didn't order any champagne.

- Where's the doctor? - Madam, your champagne.

It's not ours. Mickey, what is it, what's wrong?

I need to find out how much he knows, so where is he?

- Doesn't anybody want this champagne? - Look, we didn't order...

- Ah, got you. - Don't mind me.

I'm just toasting the happy couple.

On the house!

Anyway!

(Woman screams)

Don't think that's gonna stop me.

(Screams)

- (Alarm rings) - Everyone, out! Out now!

Get out, get out, get out!

Open the gate! Use that tube thing! Come on!

- Sonic screwdriver. - Use it!

Nah, tell you what, let's go in here.

You can't hide inside a wooden box!

He's gonna get us!

Doctor!

It's gonna follow us.

The assembled hordes of genghis Khan couldn't get through that door.

Believe me, they've tried! Now, shut up a minute.

You see, the arm was too simple, but the head's perfect.

I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source.

Right. Where do you want to start?

Um... the inside's bigger than the outside.

- Yes. - It's alien.

Yep.

Are you alien?

Yes.

- Is that all right? - Yeah.

It's called the tardis, this thing.

T-a-r-d-i-s, that's time and relative dimension in space.

(Sobbing)

That's okay. Culture shock.

- Happens to the best of us. - Did they kill him? Mickey?

Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?

Oh, I didn't think of that.

He's my boyfriend. You pulled off his head.

They copied him, and you didn't even think.

- And now you're just gonna let him melt. - Melt?

Aw, no, no, no, no!

- What are you doing? - Following the signal. It's fading!

Wait a minute. I've got it.

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

Almost there, almost there.

Here we go!

(Rumbling)

You can't go out there. It's not safe!

I lost the signal. I got so close.

(Door slams)

We've moved. Does it fly?

It disappears there and reappears here. You wouldn't understand.

But if we're somewhere else, what about that headless thing that's on the loose?

Melted with the head. Are you going to witter on all night?

I'll have to tell his mother.

Mickey... I'll have to tell his mother he's dead,

and you just went and forgot him, again!

You were right. You are alien.

- If I forgot some kid called Mickey... - He's not a kid!

It's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape

blundering about on this planet, all right?

- All right? - Yes, it is!

If you are an alien, why do you sound like you're from the north?

Lots of planets have a north!

(Stammers) What's a police public call box?

It's a telephone box, from the 1950s. It's a disguise.

(Chuckles) Okay... and, this living plastic, what's it got against us?

Nothing. It loves you. You've got such a good planet, lots of smoke and oil,

plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air. Perfect.

Just what the nestene consciousness needs.

Its food stock was destroyed in the war, its protein planets rotted.

- So. Earth. Dinner. - Any way of stopping it?

Antiplastic.

- Antiplastic? - Antiplastic!

But first, I've got to find it.

How can you hide something that big in a city this small?

- Hold on, hide what? - The transmitter.

The consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic,

so it needs a transmitter to boost the signal.

- What does it look like? - Like a transmitter!

Round and massive, somewhere slap-bang in the middle of London.

A huge, metal, circular structure like a dish, like a wheel, radial,

close to where we're standing.

It must be completely invisible.

What?

What?

What is it? What?

Oh.

Fantastic!

Think of it. Plastic all over the world,

every artificial thing waiting to be alive.

The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables.

The breast implants.

Still, we've found the transmitter.

The consciousness must be somewhere underneath.

What about down here?

Looks good to me.

The nestene consciousness.

That's it, inside the vat, a living plastic creature.

Well then, tip in your antiplastic and let's go.

I'm not here to kill it. I've got to give it a chance.

I seek audience with the nestene consciousness under peaceful contract

according to convention 15 of the shadow proclamation.

(Gurgles)

Thank you. If I might have permission to approach.

Oh, my god.

Mickey! It's me! It's okay.

- It's all right. It's all right. - Shhh.

That thing, down there... The liquid, Rose, it can talk!

Oh, you're stinking!

Doctor, they kept him alive!

Yeah, that was always a possibility, keep him alive to maintain the copy.

You knew that and never said?

Can we keep the domestics outside, thank you?

(Nestene gurgling)

Am I addressing the consciousness?

Thank you. If I might observe,

you infiltrated this civilization by means of warped, shunt technology.

So, may I suggest, with the greatest respect, that you shunt off?

(Growling)

Oh, don't give me that! It's an invasion, plain and simple.

Don't talk about constitutional rights.

I am talking!

This planet is just starting.

These stupid little people have only just learned how to walk.

But they're capable of so much more.

I'm asking you, on their behalf. Please, just go.

Doctor!

That was just insurance! I wasn't gonna use it.

(Growling)

I was not attacking you. I'm here to help.

I'm not your enemy, I swear, I'm not.

What do you mean?

No, no, no! Honestly, no.

Yes, that's my ship.

(Squealing)

That's not true!

I should know, I was there. I fought in the war. It wasn't my fault.

I couldn't save your world. I couldn't save any of them.

- What's it doing? - It's the tardis.

The nestene's identified it as superior technology. It's terrified!

It's going to the final base.

It's starting the invasion. Get out, Rose! Just leg it, now!

(Continues squealing)

- Mum? - There you are! I was just gonna phone.

You can get compensation, I said so.

I've got this document thing off the police, don't thank me...

- Where are you, mum? - I'm in town.

Look, just go home! Just go home right now.

Darling, you're breaking up. I'm just gonna do a bit of late night shopping

I'll see you later. Ta-ra!

Mum? Mum?

It's the activation signal! It's transmitting.

It's the end of the world.

There's no point creating a spreadsheet

if you're gonna spend summer money in winter months.

(Gasps) Oh, my god! I thought they were dummies!

I nearly had a heart attack.

(Glass shattering)

It's true.

Everything I've read, all those stories, it's all true!

(Screaming)

(Squealing)

Get out, Rose! Just get out! Run!

Rose: The stairs have gone.

I haven't got the key.

Mickey: We're gonna die!

(People screaming)

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

(Car honking)

(Screams)

Nestene: Time lord!

Leave him!

There's nothing you can do!

I've got no a-levels.

No job.

No future.

But I'll tell you what I have got.

Jericho street junior school under-sevens gymnastics team.

I got the bronze!

(Grunts)

(Squealing)

Rose!

Now we're in trouble!

(Alarm bell ringing)

(Tardis whooshing)

(Man coughing)

(Woman sobbing)

(Siren wailing in the distance)

(Mobile phone ringing)

Rose, don't go out of the house, it's not safe!

There are these things, they were shooting and...

Hello? Hello?

Fat lot of good you were!

(Whimpering)

Nestene consciousness? Easy!

You were useless in there! You'd be dead if it wasn't for me.

Yes, I would.

Thank you.

Right, then! I'll be off.

Unless... I don't know.

You could come with me.

This box isn't just a London-op, you know,

it goes anywhere in the universe.

Free of charge.

Don't! He's an alien. He's a thing.

He's not invited.

What do you think?

You could stay here.

Fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go...

Anywhere.

- Is it always this dangerous? - Yeah.

Yeah, I can't.

I've gotta go and find my mum,

and someone's gotta look after this stupid lump, so...

Okay.

See you around.

(Tardis whooshing)

Come on, let's go.

Come on. Come on.

(Tardis whooshing)

By the way, did I mention it also travels in time?

- Thanks. - Thanks for what?

Exactly.

This is the year five billion,

and this is the day... Hold on...

Welcome to the end of the world.

Who the hell are you?

Oh, I'm the doctor, this is Rose Tyler.

She's my plus one, is that all right?

Representing the forest of cheam,

we have trees, the moxx of balhoon,

the face of boe, the last human, the lady Cassandra o'brien.

Oh, now, don't stare, look how thin I am.

That's not supposed to happen.