Doctor Who (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 0 - The Runaway Bride - full transcript
The Doctor is baffled when a young woman is transported to the TARDIS on her wedding day, and attempts to find out how she is connected to an alien plot to destroy Earth.
Sorry.
Where did she go?
What?
- What?
- Who are you?
- But...
- Where am I?
What?
What the hell is
this place?
What?!
You can't do that,
I wasn't...
We're in flight. That is physically
impossible, how did...?
Tell me where I am. I demand
you tell me, right now, where am I?
Inside the TARDIS.
- The what? / - The TARDIS.
- What? / - The TARDIS.
- The what?
- It's called the TARDIS.
That's not a proper word.
You're just saying things.
How did you get
in here?
Obviously,
when you kidnapped me.
Who was it? Who's paying you?
Was it Nerys?
Oh, my God,
she's finally got me back.
This has got Nerys
written
- all of it.
- Who the hell is Nerys?
Your best friend.
What are you
dressed like that for?
I'm going ten-pin bowling...
Why do you think, dumbo?!
I was halfway up the aisle!
I've waited all my life for this.
I was just seconds away,
and then you...
I dunno, you drug me
or something.
- I haven't done anything.
- I'm having the police on you!
Me and my husband,
as soon as he is my husband,
we're gonna sue
the living backside off you!
No, wait a minute,
wait a minute! Don't...
You're in space,
outer space.
This is my... spaceship.
It's called the
TARDIS.
How am I breathing?
The TARDIS
is protecting us.
Who are you?
I'm The Doctor.
You?
Donna.
Human?
Yeah.
Is that optional?
It is for me.
- You're an alien?
- Yeah.
It's freezing
with these doors open.
I don't understand it,
and I understand everything!
This can't happen.
There is no way a human being
can lock itself onto the TARDIS and
transport itself inside. It must be...
It must be some sort of
subatomic connection,
something
in the temporal field.
Maybe something macrobinding
your DNA with the interior matrix.
Maybe a genetic...
- What was that for?
- Get me to the church!
Right! Fine, I don't
want you here anyway!
Where is this wedding?
St. Mary's, Haven Road, Chiswick.
London, England.
Earth.
The Solar System.
I knew it.
Acting all innocent.
I'm not the first, am I?
How many women
have you abducted?
- That's my friend's.
- Where is she then?
Popped out
for a spacewalk?
She's gone.
Gone where?
I lost her.
You can hurry up
and lose me!
How do you mean,
"lost"?
Right! Chiswick!
No, she didn't run away.
We're not talking jitters,
she literally vanished,
now go and check
the house if she's there.
Angelica, that's not helping,
is it? Now smarten up.
Lance, any sign?
I've looked all round.
Where the hell did she go?
Showing off. First day at school,
she was sent home for biting.
It's a bit more serious than that.
She's never disappeared before.
She didn't disappear!
It's a trick, it's one of her silly
little "look at me" party pieces.
Oh, what if she's dead?
Oh, don't say that.
I said St Mary's.
What sort of Martian are you?
Where's this?
Something's wrong with her.
The TARDIS, like she's...
recalibrating!
She's digesting.
What is it?
What's wrong?
Donna!
Is there anything
that might have caused this?
Anything you might've done?
Any sort of alien contact?
I can't let you go wandering off,
not if you're dangerous.
Have you seen lights
in the sky,
or did you touch something, like,
something different,
something strange, like something
made out of a funny sort of metal...
Who are you getting married to?
You sure he's human?
He's not a bit overweight with
a zip round his forehead, is he?
Donna!
- Donna?
- Leave me alone.
- I just want to get married.
- Come back to the TARDIS.
No way, that box
is too weird.
It's bigger on
the inside,
- that's all.
- Oh, that's all!
10 past 3,
I'm gonna miss it.
- Can't you phone them, tell them
where you are? / - How do I do that?
Haven't you got
a mobile?
I'm in my wedding dress.
It doesn't have pockets.
Who has pockets? Have you
ever seen a bride with pockets?
When I went to my fitting,
the one thing I forgot
to say was,
"Give me pockets!".
This man you're marrying,
what's his name?
- Lance.
- Good luck, Lance.
Oi! No stupid Martian is gonna stop me
from getting married. To hell with you!
I'm not...
I'm not from Mars.
- Taxi! He had his light on!
- There's another one.
Taxi!
Oi!
There's one.
Oi!
Why aren't they stopping?
They think
I'm in fancy dress.
Lay off the sauce,
darlin'!
- They think I'm drunk.
- You're fooling no-one, mate!
They think I'm in drag!
Hold on, hold on.
St. Mary's, in Chiswick,
just off Haven Road.
It's an emergency, I'm getting
married, just... Hurry up!
That'll cost you, sweetheart,
double rates today.
Oh, my God.
Have you got any money?
No. Haven't you?
Pockets!
And that goes double
for your mother!
I'll have him. I've got
his number, I'll have him.
Talk about
the Christmas spirit.
Is it Christmas?
Well, duh! Maybe not on Mars,
but here it's Christmas Eve.
Phone box!
We can reverse
the charges.
How come you're getting
married on Christmas Eve?
Can't bear it,
I hate Christmas.
Honeymoon, Morocco,
sunshine, lovely.
What's the operator? I've not don
this in years. What do you dial, 100?
- Just call direct.
- What did you do?
Something... Martian.
Now phone! I'll get money.
Oh, answer the phone!
Hello? Now the battery's gone dead,
has anyone got a charger?
Could you try the hotel?
Hello? Hello?
- Vikram, is your phone working?
- I've got one wedding about to arrive
and another wedding refusing
to leave, so it IS a police matter.
Mum, get off the phone
and listen!
I'm in... Oh, my God,
I don't know where I am.
It's a street...
and there's a WH Smith.
But it's definitely Earth!
Excuse me. I'm begging you,
I'm getting married, and I'm late,
and I just need to borrow a tenner,
and I'll pay you back, I promise.
Taxi!
St. Mary's, Chiswick.
Thanks for nothing, spaceman!
I'll see you in court!
Donna!
I'll give you the rest
when we get there.
Oh, I look a mess.
Hurry up!
Hold on a minute,
I said Chiswick.
You've missed the turning.
Excuse me?
We should've
turned off, back there.
We're going
the wrong way!
What the hell
are you doing?
I'm late
for the wedding.
My own wedding,
do you get that?
Turn around! Turn this cab
around right now!
Are you deaf or what?
Oh, my God.
Help me!
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
Help me!
Get me out!
Help me!
Help me, I'm being driven
by a robot!
Behave!
You are kidding me.
Open the door!
Do what?
Open the door!
I can't!
It's locked!
Santa's a robot!
Donna, open the door!
- What for?!
- You've got to jump!
Am I blinking flip jumping?!
I'm supposed to be getting married!
Listen to me,
you've got to jump!
I'm not jumping
on a motorway!
Whatever that thing is,
it needs you.
And whatever it needs you for,
it's not good!
Now come on!
- I'm in my wedding dress!
- Yes, you look lovely. Come on!
I can't do it!
Trust me.
Is that what you
said to her?
Your friend.
The one you lost.
Did she trust you?
Yes, she did. And she is not dead.
She is so alive. Now jump!
Funny thing is, for a spaceship,
she doesn't do that much flying.
We'd better give her a couple
of hours. You all right?
Doesn't matter.
Did we miss it?
Yeah.
Well, you can book
another date.
Course we can.
You've still got
the honeymoon.
It's just a holiday, now.
Yeah. Yeah.
Sorry.
It's not your fault.
That's a change.
Wish you had
a time machine.
Then we could go back
and get it right.
Yeah, yeah.
But, even if I did, I couldn't go back
on someone's personal timeline.
Apparently.
God, you're skinny.
This wouldn't fit a rat.
Oh, and you'd better
put this on.
- Oh, d'you have to rub it in?
- Those creatures can trace you.
This is a biodamper,
should keep you hidden.
With this ring
I thee biodamp.
For better or for worse.
So come on, then. Robot Santas,
what are they for?
Your basic roboscavenger. The Father
Christmas stuff is just a disguise.
I met them
last Christmas.
Why?
What happened then?
Great, big spaceship,
hovering over London?
You didn't notice?
I had a bit of a
hangover.
I spent Christmas Day over there,
the Powell Estate, with this...
family.
My friend, she had this family.
Well, they...
still.
Gone now.
Your friend.
Who was she?
The question is, what do camouflage
robot mercenaries want with you?
And how did you get inside
the TARDIS? I dunno.
What's your job?
I'm a secretary.
Weird. You're not special,
you're not powerful,
you're not clever,
you're not important.
This friend of yours,
just before she left, did she
punch you in the face?
Stop bleeping me!
What kind of secretary?
I'm at HC Clements.
That's where I met Lance.
I was temping.
I mean, it was
all a bit posh, really.
I'd spent the last 2 years
at a double glazing firm.
I thought, I'm never
going to fit in here.
And then he made me
a cup of coffee.
That just
doesn't happen.
Nobody gets the secretaries
a coffee.
And Lance, he's the Head of HR,
he didn't need to bother with me.
But he was nice,
he was funny.
And it turns out he thought
everyone else was really snotty too.
So, that's how it started,
me and him.
- One cup of coffee and that was it.
- When was this?
Six months ago.
Bit quick,
to get married.
Well, he insisted.
Will you marry me?
And he nagged and
he nagged me.
Oh, just think about it.
We'd make
a great couple,
and I'd get rid of the dog, and
we could do out that back bedroom.
And he just wore me down.
And then finally I just gave in.
Please.
Oh, please.
Please, please, please, please,
please, please.
What does
HC Clements do?
Oh, security systems. Y'know, entry
codes, ID cards, that sort of thing.
Ask me, it's a posh name
for a locksmith's.
Keys...
Anyway, enough of my CV. Come on,
it's time to face the consequences.
Oh, this is gonna be
so shaming.
You can do the explaining,
Martian Boy.
Yeah,
I'm not from Mars.
Oh, I had this great big
reception all planned.
Everyone's going to be
heartbroken.
You had the reception
without me?
Donna, what
happened to you?
You had the reception
without me?
Hello, I'm The Doctor.
- They had the reception without me!
- Yes, I gathered.
- It was all paid for, why not?
- Thank you, Nerys.
What were we
supposed to do?
I got your silly
little message in the end.
"I'm on Earth"?! Very funny.
But what the hell happened?
You vanished!
How did you do it?
What's the trick,
cos I know it's an illusion...
# I have wandered,
I have rambled
# I have crossed
the stratosphere
# I have seen
a mess of problems
# That I long to
disappear
# Now all I have's
this anguished heart
# For you
have vanished too
# Oh, my girl
My girl, my precious girl
# Just what is
this man to do?
# So reel me in, my precious girl
Come on, take me home
# Cos my body's tired
of travelling
# And my heart
don't wish to roam
# Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl
Come on, take me home
# Cos my body's tired
of travelling
# And my heart
don't wish to roam
# No, no
# Well, you took me in
# You stole my heart
I cannot roam no more
# Cos love, it stays within you
It doesn't wash up on a shore
# And a fighting man
forgets each cut
# Each knock,
each bruise, each fall
# But a fighting man
cannot forget... #
Oh, I taped
the whole thing.
They've all had a look. They said
sell it to You've Been Framed.
I said,
more like the news.
Here we are.
It can't be...
Play it again.
Clever, mind.
Good trick, I'll give her that.
I was clapping.
But that looks like
Huon particles.
- What's that, then?
- That's impossible.
That's ancient. Huon energy
doesn't exist any more,
not for
billions of years.
It's so old that...
It can't be hidden
by a biodamper!
Donna!
- Donna! They've found you!
- You said I was safe.
We've got to
get everyone out.
My God,
it's all my family.
Out the back door!
Maybe not!
We're trapped!
- Christmas trees.
- What about them?
They kill.
Get away from the trees!
Get away from the Christmas trees!
Everyone get away from the trees!
- Lance! / - Turn the music off. Listen
to me: stay away from the trees!
- Stay away from the trees!
- For God's sake, the man's an idiot.
What harm is a
Christmas tree gonna...?
Oi!
Santa!
Word of advice!
If you're attacking a man
with a sonic screwdriver,
don't let him near
the sound system.
It's all right, Stan,
you'll be all right.
Michael? Connie?
Oh, Sunita,
do something useful.
- What is it? What were they?
- Just stop wittering, just help 'em!
Remote control for
the decorations, but
there's a second remote
control for the robots.
They're not scavengers any more.
Someone's taken possession.
You're a doctor.
People have been hurt.
Nah, they wanted you alive, look.
They're not active now.
All the same,
you could help.
You've got to think of the bigger
picture. There's still a signal!
Donna,
who is he?
Who is that man?
There's someone behind this,
directing the roboforms.
But why is it me?
What have I done?
Find the controller,
and we'll find that out.
It's up there.
Something in the sky.
Clever, clever,
clever boy.
Eat you up
all snicker-snacker,
little travelling man.
He shall come to me,
and the beautiful bride.
Such secrets to unlock.
I shall descend
this night.
I shall descend upon
this Earth
and shine!
I've lost the signal!
We've got to get to your office.
I think that's where it all started.
Lance! Is it Lance?
Lance, can you
give me a lift?
To you lot this might just be
a locksmith's, but HC Clements
- was bought up 23 years ago by the
Torchwood Institute. / - Who are they?
They were behind
the Battle of Canary Wharf.
Cyberman invasion.
- Skies over London full of Daleks?
- I was in Spain.
They had Cybermen
in Spain.
- Scuba-diving. / - That big picture,
you keep on missing it.
Torchwood was destroyed,
but HC Clements stayed in business.
I think someone else came in
and took over the operation.
But what do they want
with me?
Somehow, you've been dosed
with Huon energy.
And that's a problem,
because Huon energy hasn't
existed since the dark times.
The only place you'd find
a Huon particle now
is a remnant in the heart
of the TARDIS.
Y'see, that's
what happened.
Say that's the TARDIS,
and that's you.
The particles inside you activated,
the particles magnetised and whap!
You were pulled
inside the TARDIS.
- I'm a pencil inside a mug.
- Yes, you are. 4H. Sums you up.
Lance, what was
HC Clements working on?
Anything top secret, special
operations, do not enter?
I'm in charge of personnel,
I wasn't project manager.
Why am I even
explaining myself?
You make keys, that's the point.
And look at this.
We're on the third floor.
Underneath reception,
there's a basement, yes?
How come on the lift there's
a button marked lower basement?
There's a whole floor which doesn't
exist on the official plans.
- What's down there?
- Are you telling me
this building's got
a secret floor?
- No, I'm showing you this building's
got a secret floor. / - It needs a key.
I don't.
Right, thanks, you two,
I can handle this. See you later.
No chance, Martian. You're the man
who keeps saving my life.
I ain't letting you
out of my sight.
- Going down.
- Lance!
Maybe I should go
to the police...
Inside!
- To honour and obey.
- Tell me about it, mate. / - Oi!
The bride approaches.
She is my key.
Where are we?
- What goes on down here?
- Let's find out.
D'you think Mr Clements
knows about this place?
The mysterious HC Clements.
Oh, I think he's part of it.
Oh, look. Transport!
Wait here, I just need to get
my bearings. Don't do anything.
You'd better come back.
Couldn't get rid of you
if I tried.
Donna, have you thought
about this, properly?
I mean,
this is serious!
What the hell are we
gonna do?
Oh, I thought July.
Thames Flood Barrier!
Right on top of us.
Torchwood snuck in
and built this place underneath.
There's a secret base hidden
underneath a major London landmark?
I know.
Unheard of.
Oooh, look at this.
Stunning!
What does it do?
Particle extrusion.
Hold on.
Brilliant!
They've been manufacturing
Huon particles.
My people got rid of Huons, they
unravelled the atomic structure.
Your people?
Who are they?
What company d'you represent?
Oh, I'm a freelancer.
But this lot
are rebuilding them.
They've been using the river,
so they've got the end result:
Huon particles in
liquid form.
And that's
what's inside me?
Oh, my God!
Genius.
Cos the particles are inert.
They need something living to
catalyse inside, and that's you.
Saturate the body,
then...
Oh! The wedding!
Yes! You were getting married!
Best day of your life.
Oh, your body's a
battleground.
It's a chemical war inside:
adrenalin, acetylcholine,
wham go the endorphins.
Oh, you're cooking!
You're like a pressure cooker,
a microwave, all churning away.
The particles reach
boiling point, shazam!
What did I do
this time?
Are you enjoying this?
Right, just tell me,
these particles,
are they dangerous? Am I safe?
Yes.
Doctor.
If your lot got rid of
Huon particles,
why did they do that?
Because
they were deadly.
Oh, my God.
Whatever's been done to you,
I'll reverse it.
I am not about
to lose someone else.
Oh, she is long since lost.
I have waited
so long,
hibernating at the edge
of the universe
until the Secret Heart was
uncovered and called out to waken.
Someone's been
digging.
Oh, very Torchwood.
Drilled by laser.
How far down
does it go?
Down and down. All the way
to the centre of the Earth.
Really?
Seriously?
What for?
- Dinosaurs.
- What?
- Dinosaurs? / - What are you
on about, dinosaurs?
That film,
with dinosaurs.
- I'm trying to help.
- That's not helping.
Such a sweet couple.
Only a madman talks to
thin air, and trust me,
you don't want to make
me mad. Where are you?
High in the sky.
Floating so high
on Christmas night.
I didn't come all this way
to talk on the intercom.
Come on!
Let's have a look at you!
Who are you,
with such command?
I'm The Doctor.
Prepare your best medicines,
Doctor-man,
for you will be
sick at heart.
Racnoss.
But that's impossible.
You're one of the Racnoss.
Empress of the Racnoss.
If you're the Empress,
where's the rest of the Racnoss?
Or are you
the only one?
Such a sharp mind.
That's it:
the last of your kind.
The Racnoss come from the
dark times, billions of years ago.
They were carnivores, omnivores,
they devoured whole planets.
Racnoss are born starving.
Is that our fault?
They eat people?
HC Clements, did he wear
those black and white shoes?
He did. We used to laugh, we used
to call him the Fat Cat in Spats.
Oh, my God!
My Christmas dinner.
You shouldn't even exist.
Way back in history,
the fledglingempires went to war
against the Racnoss.
They were wiped out.
Except for me.
That's what I've got inside me,
that Huon energy thing. Oi!
Look at me, lady,
I'm talking!
Where do I fit in?
How come I get all stacked up
with these Huon particles?
Look at me, you!
- Look me in the eye and tell me!
- The bride is so feisty!
Yes, I am!
And I don't know what you are,
you big... thing,
but a spider's just
a spider,
and an axe is an axe.
Now DO IT!
That was a good one.
Your face.
Lance is funny.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
Sorry for what? Lance,
don't be so stupid. Get her!
God, she's thick!
Months I've had to
put up with her, months!
A woman who can't even point
to Germany on a map!
I don't understand.
How did you
meet him?
- In the office.
- He made you coffee.
What?
Every day,
I made you coffee.
You had to be dosed with
liquid particles over 6 months.
He was poisoning me?
It was all there in
the job title.
The head of
human resources.
This time,
it's personnel.
But we were
getting married.
Well, I couldn't risk
you running off.
I had to say yes.
Then I was stuck with a woman
who thinks the height of excitement
is a new flavour Pringle!
Oh, I had to sit there and
listen to all that yap yap yap.
"Ooh, Brad and Angelina.
Is Posh pregnant?"
"X Factor, Atkins Diet, Feng Shui,
split ends, text me, text me, text me."
Dear God, the never-ending
fountain of fat, stupid trivia!
I deserve a medal.
Is that what she's offered you?
The Empress of the Racnoss?
What are you,
her consort?
It's better
than a night with her.
- But I love you.
- That's what made it easy.
It's like you said,
Doctor.
The big picture.
What's the point of it all
if the human race is nothing?
That's what the Empress
can give me:
the chance to go
out there,
to see it,
the size of it all.
And I think you understand that,
don't you, Doctor?
Who is this
little physician?
- She said, Martian.
- Oh, I'm sort of homeless.
But the point is,
what's down here?
The Racnoss are extinct. What's
gonna help you, 4,000 miles down?
That's just the
molten core of the Earth.
- I think he wants us to talk.
- I think so too.
Well, tough.
All we need is Donna.
Kill this chattering
little Doctor-man.
- Don't you hurt him!
- No, it's all right.
No, I won't let them!
At arms!
- Ah, now... Except...
- Take aim!
I just want to point out
the obvious.
They won't hit the bride,
they're such very good shots.
Just...
Hold on, just
a tick. If you think about it:
the particles activated
in Donna and drew her
inside my spaceship.
So, reverse it... and
the spaceship comes to her.
Fire!
- And off we go!
- The key!
My ke-e-e-ey!
D'you know what you said before,
about a time machine? Well, I lied.
And now
we're gonna use it.
We need to find out what the Empress
of the Racnoss is digging up.
If something's buried at the
planet's core, and must've been there
since the beginning.
I've always wanted to see this.
Donna, we're going further back
than I've ever been before.
If a key is lost,
then another must be cut.
At a-a-a-a-arms!
We've arrived.
D'you want to see?
Suppose.
Hold on, scanner's a bit small.
Maybe your way's best.
Come on.
No human's ever seen this.
You'll be the first.
All I want to see
is my bed.
Donna Noble,
welcome
to the creation
of the Earth.
We've gone back
4.6 billion years.
There's no solar system,
not yet.
Only dust
and rocks and gas.
That's the sun,
over there.
Brand new.
Just beginning to burn.
Where's the Earth?
All around us.
In the dust.
Puts the wedding
in perspective.
Lance was right,
we're just... tiny.
No, but that's what you do,
the human race,
make sense out
of chaos.
Marking it out with
weddings and Christmas
and calendars.
This whole process is beautiful,
but only if it's being observed.
So I came out of
all this?
Isn't that brilliant?
I think that's
the Isle of Wight.
Eventually,
gravity takes hold.
One big rock, heavier than others,
starts to pull other rocks towards it.
All the dust and gas and elements
get pulled in, everything pilling
- until you get...
- The Earth.
But the question is,
what was that first rock?
Look.
The Racnoss.
Now I have measured
the bride's catalysis,
I can force-feed it.
Drink the particles,
become the key!
Hold on, the Racnoss are hiding
from the war. What's it doing?
Exactly what you said!
They didn't just bury something
at the centre of the Earth.
They BECAME
the centre of the Earth.
The first rock.
What was that?
Trouble.
My wonderful key!
Now, my servants,
bind him!
What the hell's
it doing?!
That little trick of mine,
particles pulling particles.
It works in reverse.
They're pulling us back!
Can't you stop it?
Hasn't it got a handbrake?
Can't you reverse, or warp,
or beam, or something?
Back-seat driver.
Oh! Wait a minute!
The extrapolator!
Can't stop us, but should
give us a good bump!
The bride shall join her groom:
what a wedding there shall be.
Now!
We've gone about 200 yards
to the right. Come on!
She is close,
the holy bride in white.
Find her. Find her!
What do we do?
I don't know. I'm making it up as I go
along. But trust me, I've got history.
But I still
don't understand.
- I'm full of particles, but what for?
- There's a Racnoss web
at the centre of the Earth.
My people unravelled their power
source, so the Racnoss were stuck.
They hibernated for billions
of years, frozen, dead, kaput!
You're the new key:
brand-new living particles.
They need you to open it. And you
have never been so quiet.
- I hate you. / - I think we've gone
a bit beyond that now, sweetheart.
My golden couple.
Together at last,
your awful wedded life.
Tell me, do you want
to be released?
- Yes! / - You're supposed
to say, "I do".
No chance.
Say it!
I do.
I do.
I... don't!
Activate the particles!
Purge
every last one!
And release!
The Secret Heart
unlocks
and they will waken
from their sleep of ages.
Who will?
What's
down there?
How thick are you?!
My children!
The long-lost Racnoss,
now reborn to feast on flesh.
The Webstar
shall come to me.
My babies will be
hungry.
They need sustenance.
- No...
- Perish the web.
Use her, not me.
Use her!
Oh, my funny
little Lance.
But you were quite impolite
to your lady-friend.
The Empress
does not approve.
No-o-o-o-o!
It's Christmas!
Harvest the humans!
Reduce them to meat!
My children are climbing towards me
and none shall stop them!
So you might as well unmask,
my clever little Doctor-man.
Oh, well, nice try.
I've got you, Donna.
- I'm gonna fall!
- You're gonna swing!
I've got you!
Ooh, sorry.
Thanks for nothing.
The Doctor-man
amuses me.
Empress of the Racnoss,
I give you one last chance.
I can find you a planet,
I can find you
and your children a place
in the universe to co-exist.
Take that offer,
and end this now.
These men
are so funny.
What's your answer?
Oh, I'm afraId
I have to decline.
Then what happens next
is your own doing.
I'll show you
what happens next.
At arms!
Take aim!
- And...
- Relax.
- What did you do?
- Guess what I've got, Donna.
Pockets.
How did that fit
in there?
They're bigger
on the inside.
Roboforms
are not necessary.
My children may feast
on Martian flesh.
Oh, but I'm not
from Mars.
Then where?
My home planet is far away
and long since gone.
But its name lives on.
Gallifrey.
They murdered
the Racnoss!
I warned you.
You did this.
No! No! Don't!
No-o-o!
No! No!
No-o-o!
N-o-o-o-o-o!
No-o-o!
No! My children!
My children!
My children!
Doctor!
You can stop now!
My children!
Come on!
Time I got you out!
Transport me!
Oh, they will suffer,
so suffer!
This planet
shall be scorched!
But what about
the Empress?!
She's used up all her Huon energy!
She's defenceless!
Orders from Mr. Saxon.
Fire at will.
Fire!
There's
just one problem.
- What is it?
- We've drained the Thames.
There we go. Told you she'd be
all right. Survive anything.
More than I've done.
No, all the Huon particles
have gone.
- No damage. You're fine.
- Yeah, but apart from that.
I missed my wedding,
lost my job, and became
a widow on the same day.
Sort of.
I couldn't save him.
He deserved it.
No, he didn't.
Better get inside.
They'll be worried.
Best Christmas present
they could have.
Oh, no, I forgot!
You hate Christmas.
Yes, I do.
Even... if it snows?
I can't believe
you did that.
Basic atmospheric
excitation.
Merry Christmas.
And you.
So,
what will you do
with yourself now?
Not getting married,
for starters.
And I'm not
gonna temp any more.
I dunno... Travel.
See a bit more of
Planet Earth.
Walk in the dust.
Just go out there and
do something.
- Well, you could always...
- What?
Come with me.
No.
OK.
- I can't.
- No, that's fine.
No, but really.
Everything
we did today...
D'you live your life
like that?
Not all the time.
I think you do.
And I couldn't.
You've seen it
out there.
- It's beautiful.
- And it's terrible.
That place was flooding,
and burning,
and they were dying,
and you stood there like,
I don't know,
a stranger.
And then you made it snow.
I mean, you scare me to death.
Well, then.
Tell you what I will do,
though.
Christmas dinner.
Oh, come on.
- I don't do that sort of thing.
- You did it last year, you said so.
And you might as well, because
Mum always cooks enough for 20.
Oh, all right, then. But
you go first, better warn them.
And don't say
I'm a Martian.
I just have to park her properly,
she might drift off to the Middle Ages.
I'll see you in a minute.
Doctor! Doctor!
Blimey,
you can shout.
Am I ever going to
see you again?
- If I'm lucky.
- Just...
promise one thing.
Find someone.
- I don't need anyone.
- Yes, you do.
Cos sometimes I think
you need someone to stop you.
Yeah.
Thanks, then, Donna.
Good luck.
And just...
be magnificent.
I think I will, yeah.
Doctor?
Oh, what is it now?
That friend of yours.
What was her name?
Her name was Rose.
- I'm The Doctor.
- Me too, if I ever pass my exams.
- What was your name?
- Martha Jones.
- Rose. Not that you're replacing her.
- Never said I was.
It's started.
Let her go!
The Globe Theatre.
Mr Shakespeare,
isn't it?
What are you standing there for?
Come on!
Very well dressed
for a hitch-hiker.
No-o-o!
Don't let go!
Tonight, I am going to
perform a miracle.
I am 76 years old.
Where did she go?
What?
- What?
- Who are you?
- But...
- Where am I?
What?
What the hell is
this place?
What?!
You can't do that,
I wasn't...
We're in flight. That is physically
impossible, how did...?
Tell me where I am. I demand
you tell me, right now, where am I?
Inside the TARDIS.
- The what? / - The TARDIS.
- What? / - The TARDIS.
- The what?
- It's called the TARDIS.
That's not a proper word.
You're just saying things.
How did you get
in here?
Obviously,
when you kidnapped me.
Who was it? Who's paying you?
Was it Nerys?
Oh, my God,
she's finally got me back.
This has got Nerys
written
- all of it.
- Who the hell is Nerys?
Your best friend.
What are you
dressed like that for?
I'm going ten-pin bowling...
Why do you think, dumbo?!
I was halfway up the aisle!
I've waited all my life for this.
I was just seconds away,
and then you...
I dunno, you drug me
or something.
- I haven't done anything.
- I'm having the police on you!
Me and my husband,
as soon as he is my husband,
we're gonna sue
the living backside off you!
No, wait a minute,
wait a minute! Don't...
You're in space,
outer space.
This is my... spaceship.
It's called the
TARDIS.
How am I breathing?
The TARDIS
is protecting us.
Who are you?
I'm The Doctor.
You?
Donna.
Human?
Yeah.
Is that optional?
It is for me.
- You're an alien?
- Yeah.
It's freezing
with these doors open.
I don't understand it,
and I understand everything!
This can't happen.
There is no way a human being
can lock itself onto the TARDIS and
transport itself inside. It must be...
It must be some sort of
subatomic connection,
something
in the temporal field.
Maybe something macrobinding
your DNA with the interior matrix.
Maybe a genetic...
- What was that for?
- Get me to the church!
Right! Fine, I don't
want you here anyway!
Where is this wedding?
St. Mary's, Haven Road, Chiswick.
London, England.
Earth.
The Solar System.
I knew it.
Acting all innocent.
I'm not the first, am I?
How many women
have you abducted?
- That's my friend's.
- Where is she then?
Popped out
for a spacewalk?
She's gone.
Gone where?
I lost her.
You can hurry up
and lose me!
How do you mean,
"lost"?
Right! Chiswick!
No, she didn't run away.
We're not talking jitters,
she literally vanished,
now go and check
the house if she's there.
Angelica, that's not helping,
is it? Now smarten up.
Lance, any sign?
I've looked all round.
Where the hell did she go?
Showing off. First day at school,
she was sent home for biting.
It's a bit more serious than that.
She's never disappeared before.
She didn't disappear!
It's a trick, it's one of her silly
little "look at me" party pieces.
Oh, what if she's dead?
Oh, don't say that.
I said St Mary's.
What sort of Martian are you?
Where's this?
Something's wrong with her.
The TARDIS, like she's...
recalibrating!
She's digesting.
What is it?
What's wrong?
Donna!
Is there anything
that might have caused this?
Anything you might've done?
Any sort of alien contact?
I can't let you go wandering off,
not if you're dangerous.
Have you seen lights
in the sky,
or did you touch something, like,
something different,
something strange, like something
made out of a funny sort of metal...
Who are you getting married to?
You sure he's human?
He's not a bit overweight with
a zip round his forehead, is he?
Donna!
- Donna?
- Leave me alone.
- I just want to get married.
- Come back to the TARDIS.
No way, that box
is too weird.
It's bigger on
the inside,
- that's all.
- Oh, that's all!
10 past 3,
I'm gonna miss it.
- Can't you phone them, tell them
where you are? / - How do I do that?
Haven't you got
a mobile?
I'm in my wedding dress.
It doesn't have pockets.
Who has pockets? Have you
ever seen a bride with pockets?
When I went to my fitting,
the one thing I forgot
to say was,
"Give me pockets!".
This man you're marrying,
what's his name?
- Lance.
- Good luck, Lance.
Oi! No stupid Martian is gonna stop me
from getting married. To hell with you!
I'm not...
I'm not from Mars.
- Taxi! He had his light on!
- There's another one.
Taxi!
Oi!
There's one.
Oi!
Why aren't they stopping?
They think
I'm in fancy dress.
Lay off the sauce,
darlin'!
- They think I'm drunk.
- You're fooling no-one, mate!
They think I'm in drag!
Hold on, hold on.
St. Mary's, in Chiswick,
just off Haven Road.
It's an emergency, I'm getting
married, just... Hurry up!
That'll cost you, sweetheart,
double rates today.
Oh, my God.
Have you got any money?
No. Haven't you?
Pockets!
And that goes double
for your mother!
I'll have him. I've got
his number, I'll have him.
Talk about
the Christmas spirit.
Is it Christmas?
Well, duh! Maybe not on Mars,
but here it's Christmas Eve.
Phone box!
We can reverse
the charges.
How come you're getting
married on Christmas Eve?
Can't bear it,
I hate Christmas.
Honeymoon, Morocco,
sunshine, lovely.
What's the operator? I've not don
this in years. What do you dial, 100?
- Just call direct.
- What did you do?
Something... Martian.
Now phone! I'll get money.
Oh, answer the phone!
Hello? Now the battery's gone dead,
has anyone got a charger?
Could you try the hotel?
Hello? Hello?
- Vikram, is your phone working?
- I've got one wedding about to arrive
and another wedding refusing
to leave, so it IS a police matter.
Mum, get off the phone
and listen!
I'm in... Oh, my God,
I don't know where I am.
It's a street...
and there's a WH Smith.
But it's definitely Earth!
Excuse me. I'm begging you,
I'm getting married, and I'm late,
and I just need to borrow a tenner,
and I'll pay you back, I promise.
Taxi!
St. Mary's, Chiswick.
Thanks for nothing, spaceman!
I'll see you in court!
Donna!
I'll give you the rest
when we get there.
Oh, I look a mess.
Hurry up!
Hold on a minute,
I said Chiswick.
You've missed the turning.
Excuse me?
We should've
turned off, back there.
We're going
the wrong way!
What the hell
are you doing?
I'm late
for the wedding.
My own wedding,
do you get that?
Turn around! Turn this cab
around right now!
Are you deaf or what?
Oh, my God.
Help me!
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
Help me!
Get me out!
Help me!
Help me, I'm being driven
by a robot!
Behave!
You are kidding me.
Open the door!
Do what?
Open the door!
I can't!
It's locked!
Santa's a robot!
Donna, open the door!
- What for?!
- You've got to jump!
Am I blinking flip jumping?!
I'm supposed to be getting married!
Listen to me,
you've got to jump!
I'm not jumping
on a motorway!
Whatever that thing is,
it needs you.
And whatever it needs you for,
it's not good!
Now come on!
- I'm in my wedding dress!
- Yes, you look lovely. Come on!
I can't do it!
Trust me.
Is that what you
said to her?
Your friend.
The one you lost.
Did she trust you?
Yes, she did. And she is not dead.
She is so alive. Now jump!
Funny thing is, for a spaceship,
she doesn't do that much flying.
We'd better give her a couple
of hours. You all right?
Doesn't matter.
Did we miss it?
Yeah.
Well, you can book
another date.
Course we can.
You've still got
the honeymoon.
It's just a holiday, now.
Yeah. Yeah.
Sorry.
It's not your fault.
That's a change.
Wish you had
a time machine.
Then we could go back
and get it right.
Yeah, yeah.
But, even if I did, I couldn't go back
on someone's personal timeline.
Apparently.
God, you're skinny.
This wouldn't fit a rat.
Oh, and you'd better
put this on.
- Oh, d'you have to rub it in?
- Those creatures can trace you.
This is a biodamper,
should keep you hidden.
With this ring
I thee biodamp.
For better or for worse.
So come on, then. Robot Santas,
what are they for?
Your basic roboscavenger. The Father
Christmas stuff is just a disguise.
I met them
last Christmas.
Why?
What happened then?
Great, big spaceship,
hovering over London?
You didn't notice?
I had a bit of a
hangover.
I spent Christmas Day over there,
the Powell Estate, with this...
family.
My friend, she had this family.
Well, they...
still.
Gone now.
Your friend.
Who was she?
The question is, what do camouflage
robot mercenaries want with you?
And how did you get inside
the TARDIS? I dunno.
What's your job?
I'm a secretary.
Weird. You're not special,
you're not powerful,
you're not clever,
you're not important.
This friend of yours,
just before she left, did she
punch you in the face?
Stop bleeping me!
What kind of secretary?
I'm at HC Clements.
That's where I met Lance.
I was temping.
I mean, it was
all a bit posh, really.
I'd spent the last 2 years
at a double glazing firm.
I thought, I'm never
going to fit in here.
And then he made me
a cup of coffee.
That just
doesn't happen.
Nobody gets the secretaries
a coffee.
And Lance, he's the Head of HR,
he didn't need to bother with me.
But he was nice,
he was funny.
And it turns out he thought
everyone else was really snotty too.
So, that's how it started,
me and him.
- One cup of coffee and that was it.
- When was this?
Six months ago.
Bit quick,
to get married.
Well, he insisted.
Will you marry me?
And he nagged and
he nagged me.
Oh, just think about it.
We'd make
a great couple,
and I'd get rid of the dog, and
we could do out that back bedroom.
And he just wore me down.
And then finally I just gave in.
Please.
Oh, please.
Please, please, please, please,
please, please.
What does
HC Clements do?
Oh, security systems. Y'know, entry
codes, ID cards, that sort of thing.
Ask me, it's a posh name
for a locksmith's.
Keys...
Anyway, enough of my CV. Come on,
it's time to face the consequences.
Oh, this is gonna be
so shaming.
You can do the explaining,
Martian Boy.
Yeah,
I'm not from Mars.
Oh, I had this great big
reception all planned.
Everyone's going to be
heartbroken.
You had the reception
without me?
Donna, what
happened to you?
You had the reception
without me?
Hello, I'm The Doctor.
- They had the reception without me!
- Yes, I gathered.
- It was all paid for, why not?
- Thank you, Nerys.
What were we
supposed to do?
I got your silly
little message in the end.
"I'm on Earth"?! Very funny.
But what the hell happened?
You vanished!
How did you do it?
What's the trick,
cos I know it's an illusion...
# I have wandered,
I have rambled
# I have crossed
the stratosphere
# I have seen
a mess of problems
# That I long to
disappear
# Now all I have's
this anguished heart
# For you
have vanished too
# Oh, my girl
My girl, my precious girl
# Just what is
this man to do?
# So reel me in, my precious girl
Come on, take me home
# Cos my body's tired
of travelling
# And my heart
don't wish to roam
# Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl
Come on, take me home
# Cos my body's tired
of travelling
# And my heart
don't wish to roam
# No, no
# Well, you took me in
# You stole my heart
I cannot roam no more
# Cos love, it stays within you
It doesn't wash up on a shore
# And a fighting man
forgets each cut
# Each knock,
each bruise, each fall
# But a fighting man
cannot forget... #
Oh, I taped
the whole thing.
They've all had a look. They said
sell it to You've Been Framed.
I said,
more like the news.
Here we are.
It can't be...
Play it again.
Clever, mind.
Good trick, I'll give her that.
I was clapping.
But that looks like
Huon particles.
- What's that, then?
- That's impossible.
That's ancient. Huon energy
doesn't exist any more,
not for
billions of years.
It's so old that...
It can't be hidden
by a biodamper!
Donna!
- Donna! They've found you!
- You said I was safe.
We've got to
get everyone out.
My God,
it's all my family.
Out the back door!
Maybe not!
We're trapped!
- Christmas trees.
- What about them?
They kill.
Get away from the trees!
Get away from the Christmas trees!
Everyone get away from the trees!
- Lance! / - Turn the music off. Listen
to me: stay away from the trees!
- Stay away from the trees!
- For God's sake, the man's an idiot.
What harm is a
Christmas tree gonna...?
Oi!
Santa!
Word of advice!
If you're attacking a man
with a sonic screwdriver,
don't let him near
the sound system.
It's all right, Stan,
you'll be all right.
Michael? Connie?
Oh, Sunita,
do something useful.
- What is it? What were they?
- Just stop wittering, just help 'em!
Remote control for
the decorations, but
there's a second remote
control for the robots.
They're not scavengers any more.
Someone's taken possession.
You're a doctor.
People have been hurt.
Nah, they wanted you alive, look.
They're not active now.
All the same,
you could help.
You've got to think of the bigger
picture. There's still a signal!
Donna,
who is he?
Who is that man?
There's someone behind this,
directing the roboforms.
But why is it me?
What have I done?
Find the controller,
and we'll find that out.
It's up there.
Something in the sky.
Clever, clever,
clever boy.
Eat you up
all snicker-snacker,
little travelling man.
He shall come to me,
and the beautiful bride.
Such secrets to unlock.
I shall descend
this night.
I shall descend upon
this Earth
and shine!
I've lost the signal!
We've got to get to your office.
I think that's where it all started.
Lance! Is it Lance?
Lance, can you
give me a lift?
To you lot this might just be
a locksmith's, but HC Clements
- was bought up 23 years ago by the
Torchwood Institute. / - Who are they?
They were behind
the Battle of Canary Wharf.
Cyberman invasion.
- Skies over London full of Daleks?
- I was in Spain.
They had Cybermen
in Spain.
- Scuba-diving. / - That big picture,
you keep on missing it.
Torchwood was destroyed,
but HC Clements stayed in business.
I think someone else came in
and took over the operation.
But what do they want
with me?
Somehow, you've been dosed
with Huon energy.
And that's a problem,
because Huon energy hasn't
existed since the dark times.
The only place you'd find
a Huon particle now
is a remnant in the heart
of the TARDIS.
Y'see, that's
what happened.
Say that's the TARDIS,
and that's you.
The particles inside you activated,
the particles magnetised and whap!
You were pulled
inside the TARDIS.
- I'm a pencil inside a mug.
- Yes, you are. 4H. Sums you up.
Lance, what was
HC Clements working on?
Anything top secret, special
operations, do not enter?
I'm in charge of personnel,
I wasn't project manager.
Why am I even
explaining myself?
You make keys, that's the point.
And look at this.
We're on the third floor.
Underneath reception,
there's a basement, yes?
How come on the lift there's
a button marked lower basement?
There's a whole floor which doesn't
exist on the official plans.
- What's down there?
- Are you telling me
this building's got
a secret floor?
- No, I'm showing you this building's
got a secret floor. / - It needs a key.
I don't.
Right, thanks, you two,
I can handle this. See you later.
No chance, Martian. You're the man
who keeps saving my life.
I ain't letting you
out of my sight.
- Going down.
- Lance!
Maybe I should go
to the police...
Inside!
- To honour and obey.
- Tell me about it, mate. / - Oi!
The bride approaches.
She is my key.
Where are we?
- What goes on down here?
- Let's find out.
D'you think Mr Clements
knows about this place?
The mysterious HC Clements.
Oh, I think he's part of it.
Oh, look. Transport!
Wait here, I just need to get
my bearings. Don't do anything.
You'd better come back.
Couldn't get rid of you
if I tried.
Donna, have you thought
about this, properly?
I mean,
this is serious!
What the hell are we
gonna do?
Oh, I thought July.
Thames Flood Barrier!
Right on top of us.
Torchwood snuck in
and built this place underneath.
There's a secret base hidden
underneath a major London landmark?
I know.
Unheard of.
Oooh, look at this.
Stunning!
What does it do?
Particle extrusion.
Hold on.
Brilliant!
They've been manufacturing
Huon particles.
My people got rid of Huons, they
unravelled the atomic structure.
Your people?
Who are they?
What company d'you represent?
Oh, I'm a freelancer.
But this lot
are rebuilding them.
They've been using the river,
so they've got the end result:
Huon particles in
liquid form.
And that's
what's inside me?
Oh, my God!
Genius.
Cos the particles are inert.
They need something living to
catalyse inside, and that's you.
Saturate the body,
then...
Oh! The wedding!
Yes! You were getting married!
Best day of your life.
Oh, your body's a
battleground.
It's a chemical war inside:
adrenalin, acetylcholine,
wham go the endorphins.
Oh, you're cooking!
You're like a pressure cooker,
a microwave, all churning away.
The particles reach
boiling point, shazam!
What did I do
this time?
Are you enjoying this?
Right, just tell me,
these particles,
are they dangerous? Am I safe?
Yes.
Doctor.
If your lot got rid of
Huon particles,
why did they do that?
Because
they were deadly.
Oh, my God.
Whatever's been done to you,
I'll reverse it.
I am not about
to lose someone else.
Oh, she is long since lost.
I have waited
so long,
hibernating at the edge
of the universe
until the Secret Heart was
uncovered and called out to waken.
Someone's been
digging.
Oh, very Torchwood.
Drilled by laser.
How far down
does it go?
Down and down. All the way
to the centre of the Earth.
Really?
Seriously?
What for?
- Dinosaurs.
- What?
- Dinosaurs? / - What are you
on about, dinosaurs?
That film,
with dinosaurs.
- I'm trying to help.
- That's not helping.
Such a sweet couple.
Only a madman talks to
thin air, and trust me,
you don't want to make
me mad. Where are you?
High in the sky.
Floating so high
on Christmas night.
I didn't come all this way
to talk on the intercom.
Come on!
Let's have a look at you!
Who are you,
with such command?
I'm The Doctor.
Prepare your best medicines,
Doctor-man,
for you will be
sick at heart.
Racnoss.
But that's impossible.
You're one of the Racnoss.
Empress of the Racnoss.
If you're the Empress,
where's the rest of the Racnoss?
Or are you
the only one?
Such a sharp mind.
That's it:
the last of your kind.
The Racnoss come from the
dark times, billions of years ago.
They were carnivores, omnivores,
they devoured whole planets.
Racnoss are born starving.
Is that our fault?
They eat people?
HC Clements, did he wear
those black and white shoes?
He did. We used to laugh, we used
to call him the Fat Cat in Spats.
Oh, my God!
My Christmas dinner.
You shouldn't even exist.
Way back in history,
the fledglingempires went to war
against the Racnoss.
They were wiped out.
Except for me.
That's what I've got inside me,
that Huon energy thing. Oi!
Look at me, lady,
I'm talking!
Where do I fit in?
How come I get all stacked up
with these Huon particles?
Look at me, you!
- Look me in the eye and tell me!
- The bride is so feisty!
Yes, I am!
And I don't know what you are,
you big... thing,
but a spider's just
a spider,
and an axe is an axe.
Now DO IT!
That was a good one.
Your face.
Lance is funny.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
Sorry for what? Lance,
don't be so stupid. Get her!
God, she's thick!
Months I've had to
put up with her, months!
A woman who can't even point
to Germany on a map!
I don't understand.
How did you
meet him?
- In the office.
- He made you coffee.
What?
Every day,
I made you coffee.
You had to be dosed with
liquid particles over 6 months.
He was poisoning me?
It was all there in
the job title.
The head of
human resources.
This time,
it's personnel.
But we were
getting married.
Well, I couldn't risk
you running off.
I had to say yes.
Then I was stuck with a woman
who thinks the height of excitement
is a new flavour Pringle!
Oh, I had to sit there and
listen to all that yap yap yap.
"Ooh, Brad and Angelina.
Is Posh pregnant?"
"X Factor, Atkins Diet, Feng Shui,
split ends, text me, text me, text me."
Dear God, the never-ending
fountain of fat, stupid trivia!
I deserve a medal.
Is that what she's offered you?
The Empress of the Racnoss?
What are you,
her consort?
It's better
than a night with her.
- But I love you.
- That's what made it easy.
It's like you said,
Doctor.
The big picture.
What's the point of it all
if the human race is nothing?
That's what the Empress
can give me:
the chance to go
out there,
to see it,
the size of it all.
And I think you understand that,
don't you, Doctor?
Who is this
little physician?
- She said, Martian.
- Oh, I'm sort of homeless.
But the point is,
what's down here?
The Racnoss are extinct. What's
gonna help you, 4,000 miles down?
That's just the
molten core of the Earth.
- I think he wants us to talk.
- I think so too.
Well, tough.
All we need is Donna.
Kill this chattering
little Doctor-man.
- Don't you hurt him!
- No, it's all right.
No, I won't let them!
At arms!
- Ah, now... Except...
- Take aim!
I just want to point out
the obvious.
They won't hit the bride,
they're such very good shots.
Just...
Hold on, just
a tick. If you think about it:
the particles activated
in Donna and drew her
inside my spaceship.
So, reverse it... and
the spaceship comes to her.
Fire!
- And off we go!
- The key!
My ke-e-e-ey!
D'you know what you said before,
about a time machine? Well, I lied.
And now
we're gonna use it.
We need to find out what the Empress
of the Racnoss is digging up.
If something's buried at the
planet's core, and must've been there
since the beginning.
I've always wanted to see this.
Donna, we're going further back
than I've ever been before.
If a key is lost,
then another must be cut.
At a-a-a-a-arms!
We've arrived.
D'you want to see?
Suppose.
Hold on, scanner's a bit small.
Maybe your way's best.
Come on.
No human's ever seen this.
You'll be the first.
All I want to see
is my bed.
Donna Noble,
welcome
to the creation
of the Earth.
We've gone back
4.6 billion years.
There's no solar system,
not yet.
Only dust
and rocks and gas.
That's the sun,
over there.
Brand new.
Just beginning to burn.
Where's the Earth?
All around us.
In the dust.
Puts the wedding
in perspective.
Lance was right,
we're just... tiny.
No, but that's what you do,
the human race,
make sense out
of chaos.
Marking it out with
weddings and Christmas
and calendars.
This whole process is beautiful,
but only if it's being observed.
So I came out of
all this?
Isn't that brilliant?
I think that's
the Isle of Wight.
Eventually,
gravity takes hold.
One big rock, heavier than others,
starts to pull other rocks towards it.
All the dust and gas and elements
get pulled in, everything pilling
- until you get...
- The Earth.
But the question is,
what was that first rock?
Look.
The Racnoss.
Now I have measured
the bride's catalysis,
I can force-feed it.
Drink the particles,
become the key!
Hold on, the Racnoss are hiding
from the war. What's it doing?
Exactly what you said!
They didn't just bury something
at the centre of the Earth.
They BECAME
the centre of the Earth.
The first rock.
What was that?
Trouble.
My wonderful key!
Now, my servants,
bind him!
What the hell's
it doing?!
That little trick of mine,
particles pulling particles.
It works in reverse.
They're pulling us back!
Can't you stop it?
Hasn't it got a handbrake?
Can't you reverse, or warp,
or beam, or something?
Back-seat driver.
Oh! Wait a minute!
The extrapolator!
Can't stop us, but should
give us a good bump!
The bride shall join her groom:
what a wedding there shall be.
Now!
We've gone about 200 yards
to the right. Come on!
She is close,
the holy bride in white.
Find her. Find her!
What do we do?
I don't know. I'm making it up as I go
along. But trust me, I've got history.
But I still
don't understand.
- I'm full of particles, but what for?
- There's a Racnoss web
at the centre of the Earth.
My people unravelled their power
source, so the Racnoss were stuck.
They hibernated for billions
of years, frozen, dead, kaput!
You're the new key:
brand-new living particles.
They need you to open it. And you
have never been so quiet.
- I hate you. / - I think we've gone
a bit beyond that now, sweetheart.
My golden couple.
Together at last,
your awful wedded life.
Tell me, do you want
to be released?
- Yes! / - You're supposed
to say, "I do".
No chance.
Say it!
I do.
I do.
I... don't!
Activate the particles!
Purge
every last one!
And release!
The Secret Heart
unlocks
and they will waken
from their sleep of ages.
Who will?
What's
down there?
How thick are you?!
My children!
The long-lost Racnoss,
now reborn to feast on flesh.
The Webstar
shall come to me.
My babies will be
hungry.
They need sustenance.
- No...
- Perish the web.
Use her, not me.
Use her!
Oh, my funny
little Lance.
But you were quite impolite
to your lady-friend.
The Empress
does not approve.
No-o-o-o-o!
It's Christmas!
Harvest the humans!
Reduce them to meat!
My children are climbing towards me
and none shall stop them!
So you might as well unmask,
my clever little Doctor-man.
Oh, well, nice try.
I've got you, Donna.
- I'm gonna fall!
- You're gonna swing!
I've got you!
Ooh, sorry.
Thanks for nothing.
The Doctor-man
amuses me.
Empress of the Racnoss,
I give you one last chance.
I can find you a planet,
I can find you
and your children a place
in the universe to co-exist.
Take that offer,
and end this now.
These men
are so funny.
What's your answer?
Oh, I'm afraId
I have to decline.
Then what happens next
is your own doing.
I'll show you
what happens next.
At arms!
Take aim!
- And...
- Relax.
- What did you do?
- Guess what I've got, Donna.
Pockets.
How did that fit
in there?
They're bigger
on the inside.
Roboforms
are not necessary.
My children may feast
on Martian flesh.
Oh, but I'm not
from Mars.
Then where?
My home planet is far away
and long since gone.
But its name lives on.
Gallifrey.
They murdered
the Racnoss!
I warned you.
You did this.
No! No! Don't!
No-o-o!
No! No!
No-o-o!
N-o-o-o-o-o!
No-o-o!
No! My children!
My children!
My children!
Doctor!
You can stop now!
My children!
Come on!
Time I got you out!
Transport me!
Oh, they will suffer,
so suffer!
This planet
shall be scorched!
But what about
the Empress?!
She's used up all her Huon energy!
She's defenceless!
Orders from Mr. Saxon.
Fire at will.
Fire!
There's
just one problem.
- What is it?
- We've drained the Thames.
There we go. Told you she'd be
all right. Survive anything.
More than I've done.
No, all the Huon particles
have gone.
- No damage. You're fine.
- Yeah, but apart from that.
I missed my wedding,
lost my job, and became
a widow on the same day.
Sort of.
I couldn't save him.
He deserved it.
No, he didn't.
Better get inside.
They'll be worried.
Best Christmas present
they could have.
Oh, no, I forgot!
You hate Christmas.
Yes, I do.
Even... if it snows?
I can't believe
you did that.
Basic atmospheric
excitation.
Merry Christmas.
And you.
So,
what will you do
with yourself now?
Not getting married,
for starters.
And I'm not
gonna temp any more.
I dunno... Travel.
See a bit more of
Planet Earth.
Walk in the dust.
Just go out there and
do something.
- Well, you could always...
- What?
Come with me.
No.
OK.
- I can't.
- No, that's fine.
No, but really.
Everything
we did today...
D'you live your life
like that?
Not all the time.
I think you do.
And I couldn't.
You've seen it
out there.
- It's beautiful.
- And it's terrible.
That place was flooding,
and burning,
and they were dying,
and you stood there like,
I don't know,
a stranger.
And then you made it snow.
I mean, you scare me to death.
Well, then.
Tell you what I will do,
though.
Christmas dinner.
Oh, come on.
- I don't do that sort of thing.
- You did it last year, you said so.
And you might as well, because
Mum always cooks enough for 20.
Oh, all right, then. But
you go first, better warn them.
And don't say
I'm a Martian.
I just have to park her properly,
she might drift off to the Middle Ages.
I'll see you in a minute.
Doctor! Doctor!
Blimey,
you can shout.
Am I ever going to
see you again?
- If I'm lucky.
- Just...
promise one thing.
Find someone.
- I don't need anyone.
- Yes, you do.
Cos sometimes I think
you need someone to stop you.
Yeah.
Thanks, then, Donna.
Good luck.
And just...
be magnificent.
I think I will, yeah.
Doctor?
Oh, what is it now?
That friend of yours.
What was her name?
Her name was Rose.
- I'm The Doctor.
- Me too, if I ever pass my exams.
- What was your name?
- Martha Jones.
- Rose. Not that you're replacing her.
- Never said I was.
It's started.
Let her go!
The Globe Theatre.
Mr Shakespeare,
isn't it?
What are you standing there for?
Come on!
Very well dressed
for a hitch-hiker.
No-o-o!
Don't let go!
Tonight, I am going to
perform a miracle.
I am 76 years old.