Doctor Who (2005–…): Season 11, Episode 5 - The Tsuranga Conundrum - full transcript

(FAINT BEEPING)

RYAN: We're never going to find one!

DOCTOR: Course we are!

I've programmed the detectors
specifically.

I found seven last time I was here.

GRAHAM: And how long did that take you?

It couldn't have been more than a month.

Unless that was Seffilun 59.

YAZ: Which one's this?

Seffilun 27.

Maybe 59's the one
with a big pile of these.



That's the problem with junk galaxies,

all the planets look the same.
It's hard to keep track!

If we've wasted the last four
hours on the wrong planet...

Oi! Who took you rainbathing in the
upward tropics of Kinstarno?

Oh, no, no... Listen, that's
amazing. I was just saying, like,

needle... haystack.

Yeah, you might be right.

(DETECTOR WHINES)

No, hold on! I've found something!

- (WHIRRING)
- (SHE GASPS)

I'm sorry... What's he found?

Nobody move!

(BEEPING)

If I can keep it in temporal lock...



No, it's got too many sensors,
it won't work.

It was camouflaged! This is
someone's idea of a nasty joke.

- What is it?
- Sonic mine.

- It's counting down...
- (BEEPING GETS FASTER)

How long we got?

Three, two...

(EXPLOSION)

I can't find their medtags.
That's how rubbish I am at this.

- You'd think it'd be simple enough.
- Mabli, stop beating yourself up.

I'm sure there's a simple explanation.

(SHE GASPS)

It's all right, you're safe.

Just don't make any sudden moves.

Your body'll take a moment to catch up.

Can you point out your medtag for
me? I can't find it anywhere.

- Where are we?
- We're in hospital.

They've just brought us all round.
You're the last one up.

We don't have medtags.

Oh.

It wasn't my mistake!

Told you.

Except you must have.

We need your full bio-history,
allergies, fluid levels,

lifespan data...

It's basically to help
us avoid killing you.

Take it slow.

There was a sonic mine...

Yeah, the robot dredgers notified us

as they were pulling you from the debris.

We've stabilised your vital organs.
You're lucky they got to you fast.

Stabilised my organs?
What happened to them?

I've seen quite a few
sonic mine injuries here.

They disrupt your internal organic
stability, whilst churning up

the exterior environment.
Tsuranga's actually agitating

for the territories to be swept
more fully, but...

(BEEPING)

That doesn't make sense.

- Tsuranga?
- Why have they done that?

I know that name...

Argh...

Where have I heard the name Tsuranga?

Whatever. Very grateful.
Need to get back to our ship.

Argh! Come on, you lot!

- Hey! Come back.
- Which way is out?

Can you return to
the assessment zone, please?

We're not discharging you.
You need to rest.

I appreciate how much
you've looked after us.

But my ship is very valuable.
It's also my home, our home!

And I'm worried about leaving it
here on a junk planet

where people come and scavenge.

I might never see it again,
and I've only just got it back!

Wait here.

This way out.

Whether you agree or not,

it is my responsibility to
protect the General.

I understand your responsibilities,
Ronan, OK?

I hear about them endlessly.

Says the man who never wants
any of his own.

(DOOR WHOOSHES)

Sorry. Looking for the exit.
There's no signs.

General Cicero's privacy
indicators are clearly on.

Sorry, not really up on
privacy indicators.

General Cicero? Not Eve Cicero?

Keeba galaxy? Neuro pilot? Oh, God.

You're mentioned in the Book
of Celebrants. You helped defeat

the Army of the Aeons at
the Battle of the Underkind.

- I was one of many.
- You're a bit of a legend, though.

This is my brother, Durkas,
and my consort, Ronan.

When she says consort, she really
means Clone Drone. Android.

- You can tell by the hair.
- Durkas.

- And who are you?
- I'm the Doctor.

Wait. I've heard that name.

Aren't you in the Book of Celebrants?

- Isn't there a whole chapter about you?
- Me? No! Very common name.

Anyway, lovely chatting. Must be
off. Hope you all get better soon!

I'd say it was more of a volume
than a chapter.

Just so you know.

Oh, that bit hurts.

Argh! That bit really hurts!

Where's the exit? Why are there
no signs for the exit?!

Hi. Very sorry.

- Looking for the exit.
- Hello.

Somebody needs to have a big rethink
on the signage in this building.

I'd do it myself, but I need...

Argh!

Argh! My ecto-spleen hurts.

I can feel it resettling.

Oh, you're the sonic mine lot?
Sounded pretty serious.

- How you feeling?
- Rough.

What are you in for?

Pregnant.

Blimey. Yes, you are.

- Almost ready to pop!
- How did you get like that?

On holiday. Got involved with someone.

Didn't take precautions, like an idiot.

- What's that, nine months?
- No, last week.

- Last week?!
- Oh, you're a Gifftan.

Male pregnancies last a week.
Very intense.

Yeah, it feels like forever.
I'm a day overdue.

They're thinking they might
induce me at Resus One.

Otherwise... Well, it wouldn't be
good for either of us.

You're here! Look, you can't keep
disturbing all the other patients!

Astos! Found them!
They're here in Pod Two.

We need to go now. I'm sure you'll
be fine. We'll be thinking of you.

What do you mean, go?
How are you going to do that?

- What do you mean?
- We HAVE been trying to tell you.

Yes...

...you have.

Vibrations...

Too wrapped up in myself.
Missed the vibrations.

I was trying to break it to you gently.

Tsuranga...

This isn't a hospital.

It's a ship.

And we're already in flight.

Tsuranga operates emergency
medical transport.

This is a QuadZone Rescue Craft.

- Like the Red Cross.
- You'll be fine.

We'll be at Resus One soon enough.

- How long were we out for?
- Four days.

(SHE SIGHS)

Four days' flight from the TARDIS...

Argh! I'm walking.

Argh... No need to walk with me.

I need to walk on my own.

Four days. Walking. Come on, limbs.

Have you got on board teleport?

No, but there's post-recuperation
onward teleport at Resus One.

I don't want to go to Resus One.
Let me talk to the pilot.

Hey, it's not just you on board.

What are you doing? Don't touch
that! Patients aren't allowed access

to any on board systems
or non-medical facilities.

What were you worried about?

Just as I was waking up, you...

...you saw something
and you were worried.

No.

Ooh, bad liar.
Must be difficult in your job.

- Hey, I'm an excellent liar.
- So you WERE lying, then.

- I didn't say that.
- See?

Bad liar.

- (WHIRRING)
- NavChamber. This way.

Argh, still hurts!

Running can disrupt the ongoing
internal healing process!

Enough, now. You can't be in here.
I don't know what that device is,

but if you don't leave,
I have to restrain you.

Where's the crew?

Rescue crafts are automated.

It's a two-medic crew, just me and Mabli.

Our course is remotely programmed
from the Tsuranga Hub at Resus One.

How do we turn it around?

We can't. The course is
remotely set and locked.

Onboard crew don't have
privileges to unlock it.

We'll see about privileges.

Don't!

If you interfere with the
navi-systems, they'll take it

as an act hostility or hijack.
They can detonate the craft.

- I'm not being hostile!
- Yes, you are!

You're being hostile and selfish.
There are patients on board

who need to get to Resus One
as a matter of urgency.

My job is to keep all of you safe.

You're stopping me from doing that.

You're right.

Of course you're right.

Sorry.

That mine hit me harder than I thought.

I've done 37 tours.

We will get you back safe.

Where are we?

There's a lot of stuff out there.
Space junk, asteroids.

We're on the edges of
the Constant Division.

That's what threw me, back there.

The routing usually keeps us out of here.

- Why?
- It's disputed territory.

We're only just over the boundary, so...

- ...nothing to worry about.
- So, what's that?

What's what?

(BEEPING)

Not sure.

(CRASH)

Probably an asteroid shard.

(ALARM BEEPS)

Shield breach.

No, wait, reconfiguring.

Resealed and solid. But something
breached it for a second!

(CLANGING)

I'll check the system monitors.

(CLANGING CONTINUES)

Something's inside the shields.

- I'm sure it's nothing.
- Bad liar, Astos.

Go back to your patient-pod.
I don't know your name.

- I'm the Doctor.
- Are you kidding?

- Sometimes.
- (CLANGING)

But not right now.

Tell me the ship's structure, Astos,
as quick as you can.

Central walkway goes all the way around.

An assessment area in the heart.
Three patient-pods.

One emergency suite on the sides.

We can perform limited medical
procedures but our job is basically

keep people alive until we can get
them to a facility.

- Evacuation equipment?
- Two life-pods, portside and starboard.

Maximum five per pod. We're just
within our occupancy limit.

Well, that's good. This ship was
designed for 100,000 tours.

It can withstand a hell of a lot.

Who are you trying to reassure,
me or yourself?

- (ALARM BEEPS)
- That's a breech alert.

It's in the portside life-pod.

- It can't be...
- Are there comms in the life-pod?

(CLANGING)

It's using the life-pod
as a way into the ship.

You know these territories.
What can it be?

Whoa! That thing can really move!

It's heading from the portside
to the starboard.

Area around the starboard pod's offline.

- I can't get a reading.
- We have to take a look!

OK. You take port, I'll check starboard.

No, no, no, too dangerous.
You take port, I'll take starboard.

You are not in charge here.
This is my craft.

You are my patient and my responsibility,

as is everyone else here.

You're still recovering, you're
still in pain. I'll check starboard.

You check portside.

Don't like being told what to do.

Yeah. I'm getting that impression.

Take a comm-dot. Mabli already has one.

Stay off her channel while
we work out what this is.

She doesn't need to know about this
yet. It's only her second tour.

Neither do any of the other
patients, obviously.

Obviously.

Why am I trusting you, Doctor?

You might be a bad liar, Astos,
but you've got excellent instincts.

Did you just buzz me?

I'm requesting further
adrenaline blockers.

- What, already?
- Yes.

- Let me check with Astos.
- No.

You must supply them, without delay.

We only carry a limited stock.
I'm not sure I'm allowed to.

The panels are down this way.
You know our status

and how Keeba Central regard us.
We would not ideally register

a complaint against someone
so early in their career.

Let's get them, then.

- (LOUD BEEP)
- I think that's staff only.

Yeah.

(HE SIGHS)

I'm trying to figure what to do next.

Deny everything, or, er...

...ask you to turn a blind eye.

Ah, I see your problem. Yeah...

Generally, truth is always
your best option.

I was trying to hack into my
sister's medical records.

Well, we've all hacked into our
loved ones' confidential records

at one stage or another, haven't we?

Can I ask why?

She's lying to me about, about...

...about what's wrong with her.

She might have good reason for that.

I know the reason. She's a control freak.

Even to her own little brother.

The most decorated general
in Keeba history.

907 days in continual flight,

on residual energy, fighting
the Ayonians, saving our species.

So what do you do, then?

- Me? I'm... an engineer.
- Oh...

Yeah, I fix the things pilots
like my sister tend to wreck,

and she looks down on me for it.

And she always will.

(DOCTOR BREATHES HEAVILY)

- See anything, Astos?
- Nothing so far.

- Me neither.
- The life-pod's just round the corner.

Me too. Go carefully.

Whatever this thing is,
it can move very fast.

The power's been shorted
around the life-pod.

The power's gone out in this section.

You need to check the pod's still secure.

The system's all drained.

No sign of anything here so far.

How about you?

- (FIZZ!)
- (SHE GASPS)

Astos... The portside life-pod...

It's gone. Jettisoned.

Understood.

(FIZZ!)

Doctor, it's here.

It's inside this pod.

Don't engage with it. Stay where
you are. We need you safe.

(FIZZ!)

Astos, what's happening there?

Astos? Are you listening to me?
Do not engage!

(FIZZ!)

(DOOR CLANGS)

No, no, no!

AUTOMATED VOICE: Life-pod active.
Disengaging.

Use life restraint straps now.

Astos, what's happening?

Rookie mistake.

It's jettisoning the pod.
The internal controls are broken...

- (CLANG)
- ..and I'm inside.

No! Systems malfunction.

Currently unavailable.

Astos, hold on, I'm coming!

(ALARM BEEPS)

Evacuation critical.

Mabli? Mabli!

Astos? I'm just with a patient.
Do you need something?

I'm sorry, Mabli.

It tricked me.

I can't get back.

What are you talking about?
Get back from where?

You can do this, Mabli.

You're good enough.

You have to believe in yourself.
I believe in you.

I always have.

(SHE GASPS)

Argh, argh!

Astos? Astos!

(FEEDBACK WHINES)

Astos?

(FIZZ!)

(SKITTERING)

- (SNARLING)
- (CLANG)

(CLATTERING AND CLINKING)

(CREATURE SNARLS)

Where's Astos? Oh, my saints!

What is that?!

(CREATURE ROARS)

I don't know,
but it's incredibly dangerous.

It jettisoned the life-pods...

...and it killed Astos.

What?

I'm sorry, Mabli.

But it's down to us to get us safely
back to Resus One now.

And you, off this ship,
back into space, right now!

Else you'll have ME to deal with!

(CREATURE GROWLS)

It just sort of ignored you there, Doc.

Got that, thanks, Graham.

How's it eating all that stuff?

What even IS it?

No idea.

Hit the ship from the depths of space,

so it can survive a vacuum.

Doesn't need oxygen. And can digest
pretty much whatever it wants,

by the looks of things.

(CREATURE GROWLS)

Oh!

(DOCTOR GASPS)

And it's got nerve.

It just ate my sonic!

(SONIC CLICKS)

Huh...

(SKITTERING)

(CRASH)

Get them?

I think there may have been an incident.

The ship's databanks. I shouldn't
let you in here, but I am,

- and that's fine.
- I've already been in here with Astos.

Is he really gone?

I'm sorry, Mabli.

He... He was one of the only
people who ever believed in me.

Including me. He was so kind.

- There aren't enough kind people.
- What would he want you to do now?

Er, make sure everyone stays safe.

- You can do this.
- Right. Yeah. I can.

What did you want to show us?

Well, if I sync my ocular recorders
with the databanks...

Oh, yeah. Sync the old ocular
recorders. It's obvious.

All Tsuranga medics are
implanted with lenses

so we can record all treatments
for training purposes,

lawsuits, data records.

Like a posh version of my uniform camera.

Hang on. So, if this is the control
deck, where's the rest of the crew?

No crew. All automated.

- So it's just us?
- Yeah.

- Alone?
- Yeah.

- In space?
- Yeah.

- With that creature?
- Yeah.

- Right.
- I don't fancy its chances.

Yeah? I back us every time.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Thank you for choosing
Perils Of The Constant Division.

We know you have a choice of
vid-briefings concerning

- the most threatening of...
- Sorry. Here we go.

- Item Seven Alpha Cubed. Pting.
- ALL: Pting?

Pting.

Threat Level, Chalice.

- Is that bad?
- Worst one. One up from Beetroot.

...the species', if it is a species,
birth or creation,

many studies having failed

due to the fatally violent nature
of the Pting.

No Pting has ever been kept in captivity

due to their ability to eat through
any material

that would incarcerate them.

While strictly non-carnivorous, they
devour all non-organic material.

Well, at least that's something.

Is it really? I mean, it won't eat us,

- but it will eat the ship we're on.
- ..they move at great speed,

and while they may be momentarily
stunned,

are impossible to wound or kill.

Pting skin is understood to be toxic
to most life forms.

Never touch a Pting directly.

Pting should never be restricted
to a confined space.

Condensed advice,
never engage with Pting.

Risk to life, ultimate.

On the plus side,
I now feel very well informed.

Seven minutes. Get everyone into
the assessment area.

- Why seven minutes?
- I need a moment to think.

(CLATTERING AND CLANGING)

What're you doing?

Adrenaline blocker?

You can't take adrenaline blockers
with corton fever.

It's fine.

You know, I knew you were up to
something, I knew you were lying.

- Durkas, I would respectfully ask...
- No, I would respectfully ask,

don't talk to me.

Hi. We're going to need you to...

Oh! Oh!

- Put your hand there.
- Nah, you're all right.

Go on! Please, both of you!
Quick, it's kicking.

Come on, it'll be nice to share it.

Oh... Wait for it, wait for it...

Oh!

HE LAUGHS

- Wow.
- See? He likes you guys.

- And again!
- (HE LAUGHS)

- You know it's a boy?
- Course it is.

Boys give birth to boys,
and girls give birth to girls.

- That's how it is.
- Not where we come from.

Eurgh! How does that work?! Urgh!

Do you want to see my baby pics?

We all need to be in the assessment
area in six minutes.

Ah!

One hour, three hours...

End of first day, mid second day...

And... Oh.

Three hours ago.

Mate...

...you're growing a person.

Yeah.

I couldn't do that.

No, he really couldn't do that.

(THEY LAUGH)

Yeah...

Almost seems a shame to give him away.

That's what you're going to do?

Oh, I'm not fit to raise a kid.

Besides, dark times right now.
Turbulent worlds.

I'm not sure I'm his best option.

I can't even operate my oven!

But...

...won't you miss him?

Six minutes, you said? I'll be there.

Yeah.

He's the same age as me dad
must have been when he had me.

Same age as I am now.

I never really thought
about it like that.

I wouldn't be able to cope
having a kid now.

When was the last time you saw your dad?

A year ago.

Didn't go well.

Got angry with him.

Why?

He ducked out when I needed him.

He's like a... a gap in my life.

Even at Nan's funeral.

Do you mind me asking...

...how did your mum die?

(HE SIGHS)

Washing up in the kitchen.

Massive heart attack. Just...

- Just out on the floor.
- God.

Who found her?

Me.

- How old were you?
- 13.

Ryan...

I'm so sorry. I never knew.

I never knew life threw
that sort of stuff at you.

I never knew that when it does,
sometimes adults don't cope either.

- Your dad?
- I get it.

He loved her too.

People always said that
I looked like her.

He must've found that hard.

Why am I even talking about this?

Come on, four minutes to the briefing.

Too fast to chase and capture,
too toxic to touch directly.

- It's a bit of a puzzler.
- It's going to kill us all, isn't it?

Whoa, Mabli! You went there way
too quick. I said a puzzler,

not a death sentence.

I mean, it's a bit of a challenge,

and I can't quite see the solution yet.

But that's life. Or medicine.

Patients present problems,

you figure them out
and come up with solutions.

That's what this is,
a problem to be diagnosed.

Medicine to be administered.

You're a medic, I'm the Doctor.

A doctor of medicine?

Well, medicine, science, engineering...

...candyfloss, Lego, philosophy, music...

...problems, people, hope.

Mostly hope.

I'm struggling to see much hope here.

It doesn't just offer itself up.
You have to use your imagination.

Imagine the solution and work
to make it a reality.

Whole worlds pivot
on acts of imagination.

So what are you imagining now?

Broadly, I'm imagining
that thing off this ship.

Specifically, I'm trying to imagine
the answer to the question,

- what does it want?
- Does it have to want anything?

Every living thing, from the tiniest
to the largest, wants something.

Food, survival, peace.

But the first thing it did
was kill Astos.

That must be what it wants
to do to all of us.

You know, there's a much faster way
back to Resus One.

Why is it routing us this way?

Asteroid field.
Fast-moving asteroids all around.

Really unpredictable.

(ALARM BEEPS)

- What are these?
- They're... bad.

This craft has over 5,000
different scan sensors.

They're constantly feeding back
to Resus One.

They monitor everything, both
internally and externally,

check the routing's stable and
there are no hostile forms,

however microbial, on board.

The systems have detected the Pting.
They're asking us to confirm

or deny anything's wrong.

We can't take a creature like that
back to Resus One.

There's thousands of vulnerable patients.

- And if we confirm it's on board?
- They'll recommend evacuation.

- But we can't evacuate.
- They go straight to RST.

Remote structural termination.

They destroy the ship.

Right.

- (BEEPING STOPS)
- Nothing wrong. We're fine.

We can't keep doing that.

Three dismissals and they don't
believe you.

Precautionary detonation.

Oh, great. Who designed that?!

So this ship either gets destroyed
by that creature,

or by control from Resus One?

Yeah.

Sorry.

You're probably wondering why
I called you all here.

Sorry, bit Poirot.

I need to bring you all up to speed
very directly, very succinctly.

I can't sugar-coat this.
Where's the Chief Medic?

Gone, killed by an alien organism
called Pting that's come aboard.

Very fast moving, very deadly,

and it's eating its way through
the structure of the ship.

Also, and this is the bit you need
to work on not panicking,

it's jettisoned the life-pods.

(HE GROANS)

I'm the Doctor. These are my
friends, Ryan, Graham and Yaz.

You know Mabli, our very capable medic.

We will pool all our brilliance and
get us all safely to Resus One.

I thought there'd be more questions.

I've encountered a Pting before.
It massacred my fleet.

OK. What did you learn about them?
What do they want?

They kill. Relentlessly.

Uh...

MABLI: It must've got to central systems.

That means we'll soon lose
oxygen AND heat.

GENERAL: It'll go for whatever's
powering the craft next.

We're on an anti-matter drive.

We could use stazers to defend
ourselves. They can stun it briefly.

- Got any on board?
- A couple, I think, in here.

If we're going to live through this...

ALL THREE: Protect the anti-matter drive!

Snap!

Can we get to Resus One any faster
than currently routed?

Not without breaking
the ship's auto-routing,

which would send a signal
back to Resus One.

And they'd go straight to
Hostility Protocols.

I could create a false positive
route signal to send back,

but there's no manual
controls in the NavChamber.

- Show us.
- General...

Shush now, Ronan. I know.

We could go past the drive chamber
on the way. Durkas, with me.

- Please.
- Um...

Is this a bad moment to mention
my internal fluids have broken?

I think the baby's coming.

Really sorry.

The BirthBud's set up in your
patient-pod,

- let's get you back there.
- But it won't have any power!

It's got a backup generator.
No need to panic.

OK...

Oh... Would you two be my doulas?
I haven't got any doulas!

- Do what?
- Doulas. Birth partners.

She's brilliant,
but I need some men with me.

- Yeah! We're blokes, ain't we?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. All over it. Cool.

Right now, I'm imagining
you sorting all this out.

Me too.

- Be cautious. It could be anywhere.
- Are you OK?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

I need another adrenaline blocker.

You used the last one, General.

Everything OK?

Yeah.

With me, please.

- Where do you think it is right now?
- I don't know.

I can't trace it since the
diagnostic systems drained.

Doctor, quick word, private.

Catch you up. Go on.

- Eve Cicero. Her condition...
- What about it?

Patient confidentiality.
I can't discuss with you.

But if you're a doctor,
maybe you should examine her.

I've got to go.

Sorry, where are we?

Oh, anti-matter drive.

- What century is this?
- Are you joking?

No. We travel in time.

- Are you joking now?
- No.

67th.

Ah, nice century. Bit
tricky in the middle.

It turns out all right in the end.

See this, Yaz? Anti-matter drive.

I did a bit on anti-matter at
school. Never quite understood it.

The thing with anti-matter is
you have to either find it

or generate it. That's what this bit
does, particle accelerator.

Like at CERN? We did that in physics.

No, but the thing at CERN is massive.

In your time, generating anti-matter
cost a massive amount of money.

This is progress, things get
smaller, faster and cheaper.

This is like the iPhone version of CERN,

accelerating enough particles to
power this entire craft.

So how does it work?

The particle accelerator
smashes the atoms together,

like a little anti-matter factory,
to produce positrons,

which are then stored very carefully
inside electric and magnetic fields.

The positrons interact with
the fuel materials

to produce heat, which produces thrust.

It's pretty old school, this one.

It's beautiful.

Anti-matter powering the
movement of matter.

Bringing positrons into existence

to move other forms of life across space.

I love it!

Conceptually...

...and actually.

Yaz, you have to keep this
safe from the Pting.

If this drive gets destroyed,
this ship will lose propulsion,

we'll drift endlessly, while the Pting...

I get it.

It won't be good.

Ronan can stay with you.

No, General, my responsibility is to...

Ronan, you're able to touch it
without it toxifying you.

That's useful to all of us, including me.

Of course, General.

You might need this.

MedBlanket, sterilised barrier,
67th century technology.

In case you need to pick anything up.

(CLANGING)

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPING)

Ah...

(BEEPING STOPS)

Pting presence denied, strike two.
One left.

Now, you two. See? A more direct route.

Obviously, fast-moving asteroids
and debris to avoid on the way,

which is presumably why the systems
wanted to avoid it.

Now, if I can rig up a cover signal
back to Resus One...

Doctor, I'm a neuro pilot.

My expertise is in symbiotic
neuro-piloting,

pulse systems at a push, but not this.

I could make a rig out of this chamber.

No, you can't.

You wouldn't be able to make your way

through those asteroids even if I did.

Yeah?! Says you!

- How long have I got?
- Literally? No time at all.

Give me some space to work.

Siblings. Bless.

- Why are you on this ship, General?
- Corton fever.

Contracted it on my last duty,
can't quite shake it.

What are you doing?!

Why would you be using adrenaline
blockers for corton fever?

How do you know about the blockers?

Your slow pulse, my really good hearing.

You asked Ronan for some.
It isn't corton fever, is it?

Is it pilot's heart?

I'm sorry, Eve,
but if we're going to survive this,

you need to be honest with me.

I started as a pulse pilot.
I graduated to Neuro Fleet Commander

faster than anyone in Keeban history.

I'm the most decorated general.

I'm the poster woman.

I cannot have pilot's heart.

I cannot be that example to others.

But you have. And you've been using
more and more blocker shots

to get through the day.

Trying to control the surges of
adrenaline around the heart.

One big surge could kill me.

Does Durkas know?

I don't want him worrying.

He's going to find out sooner or later.

He already has.

Not that he's surprised, just...

...disappointed.

- Durkas...
- We don't have time now.

I've rigged a primitive piloting
bypass, combining pulse and neuro...

I'll do it.

- Ever flown that way?
- No...

...but you could talk me through it.

It takes people a dozen years to train!

I really need to spend more time
in the 67th century!

I know how to do this.

I'm not stopping now.

Everyone's going to live.

Including me!

(HE SHOUTS AND GASPS)

- Breathe deep, cockle!
- I AM breathing!

Oh, this really hurts!

Yoss, Yoss, I'm giving you some
stronger pain management.

It should help...

(HE CRIES IN PAIN)

Ah, yeah. Yeah, that's better...

Where's the BirthBud? Is it running?

No. Backup generator isn't working.

What?! I can't do this
without a BirthBud!

- Er, er, Yoss, don't panic, mate!
- I AM panicking!

Which is why I'm telling you not to!

Listen to your doulas.
We're here for you.

I don't even know you! Who are you?!

You're not the one about to have
a baby you don't want

on a ship without a BirthBud!

- The baby's ready to come out.
- Oh, God!

(HE GROANS)

(DISTANT CLANG)

(ROAR ECHOES)

It's close.

Just focus on protecting the
anti-matter drive.

(CRASH!)

Argh!

Stazers ready.

(FAINT CLATTERING)

The creature is toying with us.

Shh.

- (CRASH!)
- (GROWLING)

PTING SHRIEKS

I'll get it as far away
from the drive as I can!

Be fast! The stun power
will only last a few seconds!

Siobhan Chamberlain with
the goal kick for England!

Boom!

(PTING SHRIEKS)

OK, it's rigged.
I've leached some system power

off the anti-matter drive.

Now, if they can keep that up and
running, we'll have enough power

to keep basic systems going
and still get to Resus One.

That's IF that thing doesn't get
in there and drain the energy.

- This isn't going to work.
- Quiet, General.

Trust your engineer
and tell me you're well enough.

I'm well enough.

Now promise me that's true.

You're going to need every scrap
of energy you have.

Cover signal transmitting to Resus One.

Hopefully, bit of luck,
they're still going to think

they're in control.

Oh, Durkas...

You're a genius. The energy!

It doesn't want to kill us!
It doesn't care about us!

It wants the systems, it wants the power!

It didn't go for Astos,

it went for the life-support
systems in the life-pod.

It drained the lights
and the power and my sonic.

It drains everything it eats.

That little creature seeks out
and feasts on energy.

That's why it homed in on us here,

pulsing with it in the wilds of space.

Locked in, General. Try it out.

I can see the course.

I'll need to increase speed

Handing over control.

It's all yours.

(CRASH)

Argh! Eve!

Still got it, boy!

I've missed this so much.

- How is it?
- Rough.

But it'll work.

Take us in safely, General.

Nice and calm.

(ALARM BEEPS)

- (BEEPING STOPS)
- Pting denial, strike three.

After which, tricky.

What will we do with the Pting
when we get to Resus One?

(ALARM BEEPS)

Nothing to worry about.
I'll deal with the Pting!

Why are you going to do that?!

Pting, bomb. No, can't get it...

- (CRASH)
- Argh! Urgh...

Still hurting.

Yes! No.

Maybe.

Maybe!

It's me! I'm not a Pting!

It was here. I got rid of it!
But it'll be coming back.

What is the situation elsewhere?

Eve's piloting the ship, Durkas is
maintaining controls and signals,

you're guarding the particle
accelerator...

(CRASH)

Mabli, Graham and Ryan are
presumably delivering Yoss's baby.

And the bomb's going to detonate,

so I'm just going to move it away
from this room.

Mind helping? Yes!

Clever sonic! Self-rebooting!

- There's a bomb in this room?
- Right in here.

Mabli said that Resus One would
terminate the ship if they found

a Pting on board. How would they do that?

It's too far for missiles.

It has to be the same for
every Tsurangan Rescue Craft.

It's built in.

- Self-detonation.
- Bingo. Ten points for Yasmin Khan,

and, yes, I am keeping score,
for all of you.

Ronan, up your game.

Jokes!

(SHE SIGHS)

So...

(BEEPING AND WHIRRING)

- You're interfering with a bomb?
- Yes.

- Is it going to detonate?
- Yes.

What will you do?

Speed it up,

to save our lives.

Are you also experiencing
comprehension deficiency?

Oh, every day right now, mate!

Need to be so careful. Tiny little device

could blow us all to pieces...

...and I'm going to set it off.

Ronan... keep guard.

Yaz... Come on.

Resus One in sight. We join the
route back in at this point.

They won't know we've deviated. You OK?

BREATHLESSLY: All those times...

...I thought I was going to die
in battle,

that you'd get a dispatch
and hear about it.

- Always felt so bad...
- (CRASH)

But now...

...I'm glad you're here.

(CRASH)

(SHE CRIES OUT)

Funny, I'm normally the one
defusing the bomb.

- (CRASH)
- Uh!

(WHIRRING)

Pick a number between 1 and 100.

- 51.
- Pentagonal number. Interesting!

- (SONIC WHIRS)
- (BEEPING STARTS)

Get in that corner.

What was the number for?

Number of seconds before
the bomb goes off.

I moved it forward a bit.

What?! I would've gone higher!

Good number, 51!

Atomic number of antimony,

number of federalist papers
written by Alexander Hamilton.

I love that show.
I've seen all 900 casts.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(YOSS BREATHES HEAVILY)

I'm giving you more gas, Yoss.
This'll relax you.

I've never been less relaxed in
all my life!

I do not want to do this!

We're all here for you! Aren't we?

(YOSS GROANS)

Too right!

Oh, yeah, I've seen every
episode of Call The Midwife,

and he's descended from an old
Earth nurse. It's in his blood!

- Every episode?!
- Yeah, it's bang on.

Whilst you've been mucking
around on YouTube,

I've been learning useful life skills!

(CRASH)

I'm really trusting you on this bomb,

- but I don't know what you're doing.
- Think of the Pting as a mouse

and the bomb as a piece of cheese.

A very large piece of cheese about
to explode and take us all with it!

It's not a perfect analogy, I'll admit.

You could've picked a bigger number!
Where is it?

Come on!

- So how do we do this, then?
- Really straightforward.

Cut open his stomach sac, reach in,
remove the baby, done.

(HE BREATHES DEEPLY)

Cut him open? Won't that, like, hurt him?

No! Male Gifftan pregnancy sacs
don't have any pain sensors

for precisely this reason.

Yeah, but all the same, I mean,
cut open a bloke's stomach...

Do we have to?!

What, they didn't have
that on Call The Midwife?

I don't know. I always looked away
at the squeamish bits.

(BEEPING GETS FASTER)

As the bomb gets closer,
the energy's building,

getting ready to blow. The Pting
must be attracted to that, surely!

That's what I've been working on
this whole time!

Oh, please don't be wrong!
I'd be so embarrassed.

And dead!

- Doctor...
- I'm not bad. Admit it.

I'm not bad. It's all in the timing.

(PTING HISSES)

When you're ready, mate!

Making the incision.

Oh, I am never getting pregnant!

Right. Now, opening up...

(YOSS WHIMPERS)

I do not want this baby!

I can't be a dad!

Hey. None of that, now.

Listen to me, Yoss. You can do this.

You're a good man.

Your baby, your son, will be lucky
to have a good man like you

as his dad.

Starting now.

You're going to give him life.

You're going to bring a person into
being. Mate, that is epic!

I'm not ready!

(CRASH)

Really, get a shift on!

It ate it!

Wait for it.

(PTING SQUEALS)

Absorbed every bit of energy.

One massive, massive hit.

Bye-bye, Pting.

Intruder ejected.

First problem, gone.

That should keep it fed
for a very long time.

Still not home and dry, though.

(CRASH)

(SHE GASPS)

I'm sorry...

For what?

I didn't tell you I was ill.

There's plenty of things
I never told you.

Yeah? Like what?

Like I love you.

I'm proud of you, sis.

I love you too, bro.

WHISPERS: I'm sorry...

General.

Sac, open.

Ugh, shouldn't have looked.

Can't unsee that!

There's the baby.

What does he look like?! Is he OK?

He's fine.

(HE PANTS)

Yoss, you don't have to be perfect.

You just have to be there.

(BABY CRIES)

It's OK, my darling.

Shh, shh...

We have to cut the cords simultaneously.

It's OK.

Come on, Professor Squeamish,
we're doing this.

(CRASH)

Three... Hang on.

Two... One... Now!

Eve!

What happened?

Her heart couldn't take it.

She gave me control.

Do you know how to do this?

I'm a Cicero. I studied for this.

We're coming into Resus One.

Resus One, request emergency
assistance landing.

Bringing her in safe.

Thank you.

Both.

- Careful, Dad.
- Oh...

Oh, my saints, I did it!

It's a baby.

(BABY CRIES QUIETLY)

Hello, mate. I'm your dad!

I'm his dad.

Yeah.

(CRASH)

Nice one, Yoss.

You all right?
If your nan could see us now, eh?

(HE LAUGHS)

- She'd be laughing herself crazy.
- Yeah!

No.

Um, er...

They, um... They say quarantine
scanning and craft detox

should take no more than three hours.

Then they'll admit us to the facility.

They're booking your teleport
to Seffilun,

as soon as you've spoken
to the investigators.

Thank you, Mabli.

I'll be sure to tell them
how brilliant you were.

You all were.

Light in dark times.

People prevail.

Hope prevails.

(BABY CRIES QUIETLY)

Have you got a name for the baby?

Yeah.

In honour of you both,

I wanted to call him... Avocado.

(RYAN SNORTS)

- You what?
- Avocado?

Yeah, after the ancient Earth hero,

Avocado Pear.

No, no, mate, that is a fruit.

No, it's a vegetable.

No... Look, either way it's not a hero.

But we did it in school.

You mean the Gifftan
history logs are wrong?

Well, just a bit!

I thought you was going to say
you'd call him after us,

Graham Ryan.

Or Ryan Graham?

LAUGHING: No, he'd be a laughing stock!

Well, cheers!

If you're naming him, does that mean
you're going to keep him?

I thought I'd give being a dad a try.

I'm going to make mistakes, aren't I?

But I'll just keep going.

What happens to you now? Without her?

I've come to the end of my service.

There is only shutdown.

I'm sorry, Ronan.

I wasn't always kind to you.

No.

You gave her great service.

As did you.

Will you incant for her?

It would be my honour.

Could we join you?

Please.

May the saints of all the stars
and constellations...

ALL: ..bring you hope...

...as they guide you out of the dark
and into the light...

...on this voyage and the next,

and all the journeys still to come.

For now and evermore.

I want you to have this.

What's the point in having a mate
with a time machine

if you can't nip back and see
your gran when she were younger?

1947.

We're in the middle of
the Partition of India.