Doctor Who (2005–…): Season 7, Episode 4 - The Power of Three - full transcript

Life with the Doctor
was like this --

aah!

Real life? Was like this --

It's Lens Opticians.

Just to remind you
your reading glasses

are ready for collection. Bye!

Milk, two months out of date.

Yogurt -- aah!
Don't ask.

We've run out of washing tablets.

We have two lives:

Real life and Doctor life.



It doesn't feel like real life gets

much of a look-in.

What do we do?

Choose.

Not today, though.
Nah, not today.

Every time we flew away
with the Doctor,

we'd just become part
of his life,

but he never
stood still long enough

to become part of ours.

Except, once...

The year of the slow invasion.

The time the Doctor came to stay.

# Dr. Who 7x04 #
The Power of Three
Original Air Date on September 22, 2012

Dad, it's half-past 6:00 in the morning.



What are you doing lying around?

Haven't you seen them?

What are they?

Nobody knows.

But they're everywhere.

Well, where have they come from?

Wait.

Doctor.

Invasion of the very small cubes.

That's new.

World leaders are
appealing for calm.

The global appearance of
millions of small cubes.

Despite official warnings,

people have been taking the cubes

from the streets,
into offices and homes.

-What are they?

Where did they come from?
-And why are they here?

Well, they're certainly not
random space debris.

They're too perfectly
formed for that.

Are they extraterrestrial in origin?

Well, you'll have to ask
a better man than me.

All absolutely identical.

Not a single molecule's
difference between them.

No blemishes, imperfections,
individualities.

What if they're bombs?

Billions of tiny bombs.

Or transport capsules, maybe,

with a minirobot inside.

Or deadly hard drives.

Or alien eggs.

Or messages needing decoding.

Or they're all parts

of a bigger whole.

Jigsaw puzzles that need
fitting together.

Very thorough, Brian.
Very, very thorough.

Well done.
Stay here.

Watch these. Yell if anything happens.

Doctor, is this an alien invasion?

Because that's what it feels like.

There couldn't be life forms

in every cube, could there?

I don't know.

And I really don't like not kwing.

Right, I need to use
your kitchen as a lab,

cook up some cubes, see what happens.

Right.

I'm due at work.

What?
You've got a job?

Yeah, of course I've got a job.

What do you think we do
when we're not with you?

I imagine mostly kissing.

I write travel articles for magazines

and Rory heals the sick.

My shift starts in an hour.

You don't know where my scrubs are?

In the lounge, where you left them.

Approach each side.

Nonterrestrial life form detected.

Target unconfirmed.

May be hostile.

Approaching source now.

Area will be secure in 60 seconds.

Ultimate force available.

Ehh, the Ponds.

With their house and their jobs

and their everyday lives.

The journalist and the nurse.

Long way from Leadworth.

We think it's been 10 years.

Not for you

or Earth, but for us.

10 years older, 10 years of you.

On and off.

Look at you now.

All grown up.

Block the rear entrances. Clear!

Cut -- power line.

Trap one.
Kitchen secured.

Trap three. Back garden secured.

There are soldiers all over my house

and I'm in my pants.

My whole life, I've
dreamed of saying that,

and I miss it by being someone else.

All these muscles, and they
still don't know how to knock.

Sorry about the raucous entrance.

Spike in artron energy
reading at this address.

In the light of the last 24 hours,

we had to check it out and, uh,

the dogs do love a runout.

Hello.

Kate Stewart,

head of scientific research at UNIT.

And, with dress sense like that...

You must be the Doctor.

I hoped it'd be you.

Tell me, since when did science

run the military, Kate?

Since me. UNIT's been adapting.

Well, I dragged them along.

Kicking and screaming,
which made it sound like

more fun than it actually was.

What do we know about these cubes?

Far less than we need to.

We've been freighting them
in from around the world

for testing. So far,
we've subjected them

to temperatures of +/-200? celsius,

simulated a water depth of 5 miles,

dropped one out of
a helicopter at 10,000 feet

and rolled our best tank over it.

Always intact.

That's impressive. I don't
want them to be impressive.

I want them vulnerable,
with a nice achilles's heel.

We don't know how they got here,

what they're made of,
or why they're here.

And all around the world,
people are picking them up

and taking them home.

Like iPads have dropped out of the sky.

Taking them to work,

taking pictures, making
films, posting them

on Flickr and YouTube.
Within 3 hours,

the cubes had 1,000
separate Twitter accounts.

Twitter!

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

Gather them all up and lock them

in a secure facility, but
that would take massive

international agreement and cooperation.

We need evidence.

The cubes arrived in plain sight,

in vast quantities, as the sun rose.

So what does that tell us?

Maybe they wanted to be seen, noticed.

Well, more than that.
They want to be observed.

So we observe them.

Stay with them, round the clock.

Watch the cubes.
Day and night.

Record absolutely everything about them.

Team cube, in it together.

Four days.

Nothing!

Nothing!

Not a single change in any cube,

anywhere in the world.

Four days! And I'm still in your lounge!

You were the one who
wanted to observe them.

Yes, well, I thought they'd
do something, didn't I?

Not just sit there while
everyone eats endless cereal!

You said we had to be patient.

Yes, you, you! Not me!
I hate being patient!

Patience is for wimps!

I can't live like this.

Don't make me.
I need to be busy.

Fine!
Be busy!

We'll watch the cubes!

Yes.

98, 99, 100.
Amy!

4,999,000,

5 million.

That's better.

Nothing like a bit of
activity to pass the time.

How long was I gone?

Uh, about an hour.

I can't do it.

No.

Where are you going?

Brian!
You're still here.

You told me to watch the cubes.

Four days ago.

Oh! Doesn't time fly when
you're alone with your thoughts.

You can't just leave, Doctor.

Yes, course I can.
Quick jaunt.

- Restore sanity.
- Ooh!

Hey!
Come, if you like.

They can't just go off like that.

Can't they? Can't you? That's
how it goes, isn't it?

I've got my job.

Oh, yes, Rory, the universe is awaiting,

but you have a little job to go to.

It's not little.
It's important to me.

Look, what you do isn't all there is.

I never said it was.

All right, fine.

I'll be back, soon.
Monitor the cubes.

Call me.

I'll have the TARDIS set
to every Earth newsfeed.

The end of a week
of cubic questions

and theories, but no answers.

Could this be the greatest
stealth marketing campaign

in business history?
And, if it is,

will those behind it
ever come forward

and explain exactly
what it's for?

I'm so pleased for you two.

It's about time you made
an honest woman of her.

Amy.
About bridesmaids.

You've missed quite a few things

the last year or two.

I'm so totally there.
Whatever you need.

Everyone here loves you --

the nurses, the doctors.

You're a lifesaver, mate, literally.
Ha ha! Well, thanks.

But there are months
when we don't see you.

We can't do without you.

I want you to go full-time.

Full-time?
Blimey. Uh --

I said yes.

I committed.

And I committed to being a bridesmaid,

months in advance, like I
know I'm going to be here.

So the Doctor's God knows where,

the cubes aren't doing anything at all.

Did real life just get started?

I like it.

So do I.

Brian's log. Day 67.

You can't call it that.

"Brian's log"?

Brian's log.
Day 67.

Cube was quiet all night, once again.

Cube was quiet all day.

As per previously, no movement,

no change in measurements.

End of entry.

You stay up and watch it all the time?

I film it while I'm asleep.

When I wake up,

I watch the footage on fast-forward.

I email the result to UNIT.

My middle name is diligence.

Wow!

I can't wait to see day 68.

Don't mock my log.

I'm doing what the Doctor asked.

# are you hanging up #

# the stockings on your wall? #

Uh, Mr. Ryan, please.

Again?

# It's the time that
every Santa has a ball #

# does he ride
a red-nosed reindeer? #

I'm fine.
I've been done.

What seems to be the matter?

I'm just waiting for a prescription.

Where does it hurt?
I said, "I'm fine."

Will you tell your
colleague here that I --

stop!

What?

Aah!

Aaah! Aaaaah!

Hey! Doctor, it's me. Hello.

So, the U.N.
classified the cubes

as "provisionally safe,"
whatever that means,

and Banksy and Damien Hirst
put out a statement saying

the cubes are nothing to do
with them. And the cubes?

Well, they're just... here, still.

What's it been, 9 months?

People are just taking them for granted.

Maybe we'll never know why they came,

but, anyway, I got to Laura's wedding.

It was great.
She's here tonight.

Being as it's our wedding anniversary,

we thought you might've dropped by.

I left you messages.

I know!

Happy anniversary!

Come with me.

And bring your husband.

26th of June 1819.

The recently opened Savoy Hotel.

Dinner, bed, and breakfast for two.

Bonjour, bonjour,

merci, Auguste.

You'll be back before the party's over.

They won't even notice you went.

No complications, I promise.

Mwah!

Ooh!

Bit of a shock,

Zygon ship under the Savoy,

half the staff imposters.

Still! It's all fixed now, eh?

Turn the light off!

I thought we were going home!

You can't miss a good wedding.
Under the bed. Under the bed!

King of England!

It wasn't my fault.
It was totally your fault.

Somebody was talking
and I just said "yes."

To wedding vows.
You just married

Henry VIII on our anniversary.

Sorry.

Whoo ooh ooh!

Hey! Hey!

How long were they away?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Brian.

Because they're wearing
totally different

clothes from earlier.

Seven weeks.

I got sidetracked.

A lot.

What happened

to the other people
who traveled with you?

Uh,

some left me,

some got left behind,

and some --

not many, but --

some died.

Not them.
Not them, Brian.

Never them.

Can I...

stay here?

With you.

And Rory.
For a bit.

Keep an eye on the cubes.

However long that takes.

I thought it would drive you mad.

No. No no.

I mean, I'll be better at it this time.

I...

miss you.

Brian's log. Day 361.

8:50 pm.

No movement.

And I am cream crackered.

I sent you out

to sell as many cubes
as you could in 24 hours

and look at you,

you've made a right hash
of it, haven't you?

Well, Craig, you're fired.

If I had a restaurant,

this would be all I'd serve.

Yeah, right.

You, running a restaurant.

I've run restaurants.

Who do you think invented
the Yorkshire pudding?

You didn't.

Pudding, yet savory.

Sound familiar?

Ahem.

Oh, no!

Do it again.

God job, mister.

Civilization saved, surfaces wiped.

What more could any woman ask for?

I mean it.

Where's the Doctor?

On the Wii again.
I'm going for a bath.

Oh! That's second set: Doctor! Ha ha!

Oh, if Fred Perry

could see me now, eh?

He'd probably ask for his shorts back.

Ah!

Third set, decider.

Come on, then.

Out of the way, dear,

I'm trying to --

Whatever you are,

this planet,

these people, are precious to me.

And I will defend them

to my last breath.

Is that all you can do,

hover?

I had a metal dog could do that.

Ooh!

Ooh, that's clever.

What's that?

Whew!

Ooh, you really have woken up.

Doctor!

Hi. The cube in there, it just opened?

The cube upstairs

just spiked me and took my pulse!

Really?!
Mine fired laser bolts

and, now, it's surfing the net!

You're never going to believe this.

My cube just moved.
It rattled.

Hello?

Rory, mate, I'm desperate for help.

People are saying they've
been attacked by the cubes.

It's going to be a long night.

Okay. I'm on my way.

I have to get to work. They
need all the help they can get.

Let me come help out.

Take your dad to work night, brilliant!

Okay, are you going to be
all right here? Mwah!

Keep away from the cubes.
All right.

What are you grinning about?

We're wanted at the Tower of London.

Sir.

Every cube across the whole world

activated at the same moment.

Now we're in business.

You sent me a message
to my psychic paper.

You know, I'm almost impressed.

Secret base beneath the Tower?

I hope we're not here
because we know too much.

Yes, I've got officers
trained in beheading.

Also, ravens of death.

I like her.
Yeah.

There are 50 being monitored

and more coming in all the time.

I don't know how useful it is.

Every cube is behaving individually.

There's no meaningful pattern.

Some respond to proximity,

some create mood swings.

What's this one?

Try the door.

On a loop!

This is the latest.

Oh, dear.

Systems breach at the Pentagon,

China, every African nation,
the Middle East.

I've got governments screaming

for explanations and no
idea what to tell them.

I'm lost, Doctor.
We all are.

Don't despair, Kate.

Your dad never did.

Kate Stewart.

Heading up UNIT, changing
the way they work.

How could you not be?

Why did you drop "Lethbridge"?

I didn't want any favors.

Though he guided me, even to the end.

"Science leads,"

he always told me, said he'd learnt that

from an old friend.

We don't let him down.

We don't let this planet down.

They've stopped.

The cubes.

Across the world.
They just shut down.

Active for 47 minutes
and then they just die?

Not dead.
Dormant, maybe.

Then why shut down?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I need to think.
I need some air.

Who has an underground base?

Terrible ventilation!

The moment they arrived,
I should've made sure

they were collected and burned.

That is what I should've done.

How?

Nobody would've listened.

You're thinking of stopping, aren't you?

You and Rory.

No, no, I mean, we
haven't made a decision.

But you're considering it.

Maybe.

I don't know.

We don't know.

Well, our lives have changed so much.

There was a time --
there were years --

when I couldn't live without you.

Um, when just the whole everyday thing

would drive me crazy.

But since you dropped us back here,

since you gave us this house,

you know, we've built a life.

But I don't know if I can have both.

Why?

Because they pull at each other.

Because they pull at me
and because the traveling

is starting to feel like running away.

That's not what it is.

Oh, come on, look at you.

Four days in a lounge and you go crazy.

I'm not running away.

This is one corner of one country,

in one continent on one planet

that's a corner of a galaxy,

that's a corner of a universe

that is forever growing and shrinking

and creating and destroying and never

remaining the same for
a single millisecond

and there is so much,
so much, to see, Amy.

Because it goes so fast.

I'm not running away from things.

I'm running to them,
before they flare

and fade forever.

It's all right.

Our lives won't run the same.

They can't.

One day, soon, maybe,

you'll stop.

I've known for a while.

Then why do you keep coming back for us?

Because you were the first.

The first face this face saw.

And you were seared onto my hearts.

Amelia Pond.

You always will be.

I'm running to you and Rory

before you

fade from me.

Don't be nice to me.

I don't want you to be nice to me.

Yeah, you do, Pond.

And you always get what you want.

They got what they wanted.

What? Who did?
The cubes.

That's why they stopped.
Come on.

Kate?

Before they shut down,
they scanned everything,

from your medical limits

to your military response patterns.

They made a complete assessment

of planet Earth and its inhabitants.

That's what the surge of activity was.

Problem with the power?

Not possible.
We've got backups.

Hmm.

Doctor.

Look.

What?

Why do they all say "7"?

Seven. What's important about seven?

Seven wonders of the world.

Seven streams of the River Ota.

Seven sides of a cube.

A cube has 6 sides.

Not if you count the inside.

It has to be a countdown.

Not in minutes.

Why would it be minutes, Kate?

We have to get humanity
away from those cubes.

God knows what they'll do,
if they hit zero.

Get the information out any way you can:

news channels, web sites,
radio, text messages.

People have to know that
the cubes are dangerous.

Okay, but why is it starting now?

I mean, the cubes arrived months
ago. Why wait this long?

Because they're clever.

Allow people enough time
to collect them,

take them in to their homes, their lives.

Humans, the great early adopters.

And then wham!

Profile every inch of Earth's existence.

Discover how best to attack us.

Get that information out
any way you can. Go.

Right, every cube was activated.

There must be signals,
energy fluctuations

on a colossal scale.

There must be some trace.

There can't not be.

We need to think of all the variables,

all the possibilities, okay?
Go go go go go!

This is a national
security alert.

The government advises
that members of the public

dispose of all cubes.

If there are cubes
inside your house,

remove them immediately.

Right, get them out of the building.

Just away from here, as far as you can.

And get back here before it hits zero.

Dad,

could you go and get me

a box of tape for dressings?

It's just the cupboard round the corner.

Yes, boss.

Sorry, excuse me.

I'm looking for the supplies cupboard.

I said,

"I'm looking for the supplies cupboard."

Have you seen my dad?
No, sorry.

Hey.

Dad.

Hey!

Hey!

Doctor, please,
you don't have to do this.

She's right. You don't
have to be in there.

We can do this remotely.
Remotely isn't my style.

See you after.

Geronimo.

What's happening?

Well, what's in there?

There is nothing in here.

Well, that's good?
You know,

it's not bombs, it's not aliens.

Why? Why is there nothing inside? Why?

It doesn't make any sense!

Glasses, is it the same?

Is it the same all around the world?

They're empty.
We're safe. Right?

No. No no no no. We are
very far from safe.

All along, every action
has been deliberate.

Why draw attention to the cubes,

if they don't contain anything?

Doctor, look.

They're CCTV feeds from
across the world,

showing the same people are dying.

No. What? They can't be dying. How?

- How are they dying?
- I want information

on how people are being affected.

The cubes

brought people close together.

They opened and --

ah! Agh! Agh!

Doctor, what's the matter?

Uh! Ah! I don't know!

Posters are logging a global surge

in heart failure, cardiac arrest.

That's it. Ah! Ah! Oh.
Only one heart.

Other one's not working.

Okay! I'm going to get
you to the hospital.

No no no no no!
Just a second.

Turn around, turn around, turn around.

Come, show me.

10 seconds after the cubes opened.

Show me the patterns in
their electrical current.

See?

No!
Yes, the power cut.

They sucked the power and then --

aah!
They're signal boxes!

People -- wham!

Pure electrical surge out of the cube,

targeted at the nearest human heart.

The heart!
An organ powered

by electrical current, short-circuited.

How to destroy a human?

Go for the heart.

Ow!
Crikey Moses!

Doctor, the scan you set running.

The transmitter locations.
It's found them.

Oh, look at them all,
pulsing, bold as brass.

Seven of them, all across the world.

Ow! Seven stations, seven minutes.

Why is that important?

Ah-aaah!

Ha ha ha ow!
Ow!

How do you people manage one heart?

It is pitiful!

The wormhole.

Bridging two dimensions.

Seven of them, hitched
on to this planet.

But -- but -- but
where's the closest one?

Glasses, zoom in.

That's the hospital where Rory works.

Dad. Dad!

Just get away from him.

How many deaths have been recorded?

We don't know.
We think it could be

a third of the population.

Kate, I have to find the wormhole.

But the attacks could still happen.

Tell the world.
Tell them how to deal this.

The world needs your
leadership right now.

I'll do my best.

Yeah, of course you will.

Good luck.
Kate --

ahh! Agh!

Okay, how long are you going to last

with only one heart?

Not much longer.

I need to locate the wormhole portal.

Hello. Hello!
Oh.

Hello.

You are giving off some
very strange signals.

Oh, my God.

Outlier droid

monitoring everything.

If I shut her down, I can --

Ah.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Amy, I can't, Amy!
I can't do it.

I need both hearts.
Ah! Aah!

Agh!

Ah! Anh!

Ah! Ahhh!

All right,

desperate measures.

What? No!
No no no no.

That won't work.
I'm a Time Lord!

Ah, Amy!

All right,

clear!

Ooh!

Ooh! Ooh!

Welcome back, Lefty.

Whoa-hoa!

Two hearts.
Whoo!

Back in the game.

Never do that to me again.

Oh, portal to another dimension

in a goods lift?

The energy signals converge here.

Does seem a bit cramped, though.

Through the looking- glass, Amelia.

Where are we?

We're in orbit.

One dimension to the left.

Rory!

Seborean smelling salts.

Outlawed in seven galaxies.

Whoa-hoa!

Whoa! What kind of a welcome

do you call that?

Get them out of here.
You too. Now.

What are you going to do?!

Absolutely no idea.
Get him through the portal.

Whoa!

So many of them,

crawling the planet,

seeping into every corner.

It's not possible.

I thought the Shakri were a myth.

A myth to keep the young of Gallifrey

in their place.

The Shakri exist in all of time

and none.

We travel alone and together.

The Seven.

The Shakri craft, connected to Earth

through 7 portals in 7 minutes.

Ah, but why?

Serving the word of the Tally.

Why the cubes?

Why Earth?

Not Earth --

Humanity.

The Shakri will halt
the human plague

before the spread.

Erase humanity before
it colonizes space.

We thought the cubes were an invasion,

the start of war.

The human contagion only!

Must be eliminated.

Who are you calling a contagion?

Oi! Didn't I tell you two to go?

You should've learnt, by now.

Yeah, and what is this "Tally," anyway?

Some people call it "Judgment Day."

Or "the Reckoning."

Don't you know?

I've never wanted to find out.

Before the Closure,

there is the Tally.

The Shakri serves the Tally!

The pest controllers of the universe.

That's how the tales went, isn't it?

Wow, that's a seriously weird

bedtime story.

You can talk -- wolf in

your grandmother's nightdress?

So!
Here you are,

depositing slug pellets

all over the Earth,

made attractive so humans
will collect them,

hoping to find something
beautiful inside.

Because that's what they are.

Not pests or plague --
creatures of hope,

forever building and reaching.

Making mistakes, of course,

every life form does,
but -- but -- they learn.

And they strive for greater

and they achieve it.

You want a tally?

Put their achievements
against their failings,

through the whole of time.

I will back humanity against the Shakri

every time.

The Tally! Must be met.

The second wave will be released.

What does that mean?

It's going to release more cubes

to kill more people.

Tell the Secretary General it's not just

hospitals and equipment, it's people.

Our best hope now is each other.

The human plague,

breeding and fighting.

And, when cornered,
their rage to destroy.

You're too late, Doctor.

The Tally

shall be met.

He's gone?

He was never really here.

Just the ship's automated interface.

Like a talking propaganda poster.

I can stop the second wave.

I can disconnect all the Shakri
craft from their portals,

leave them drifting in the dark space.

Ah, but all those people
who were near the cubes,

so many of them will have died.

I restarted one of your hearts.

You'd need mass defibrillation.

Of course.
Ah, beautiful.

But, Ponds, Ponds,

we're going to go one better than that.

The Shakri used the cubes
to turn people's hearts off.

Bingo! We're going to use them
to turn them back on again.

Will that work?

Well, creatures of hope.

Has to.

30 seconds.

Don't let me down, cubes.

You're working for me, now.

Oh, dear.
All those cubes.

There's going to be
a terrible wave of energy

ricocheting around here, any second.

Run.

I'm going to miss this.

Aaaah!

Ooh!

Emergency hospitals
and field units

are working at full capacity
around the world

as millions of survivors
of cardiac arrest

are nursed back to health

after an unprecedented night

across the globe.

You --

you really are as
remarkable as dad said.

Thank you.

My! A kiss from a Lethbridge-Stewart.

That is new.

Oh, dear.
I'm late for dinner.

Ah.

Mmm, dear me.

I'd better get going.
Things to do.

Worlds to save, swings to...

swing on.

Look, I know, you both have lives here,

beautiful, messy lives.

That is what makes you so fabulously

human.

You don't want to give them up.

I understand.

Actually, it's you they
can't give up, Doctor.

And I don't think they should.

Go with him.

Go save every world you can find.

Who else has that chance?

Life will still be here.

You can come, Brian.

Somebody's got to water the plants.

Just bring them back safe.

So that was the year
of the slow invasion,

when the Earth got cubed

and the Doctor came to stay.

It was also when
we realized something

the Shakri never understood,

what "cubed" actually means:

The power of three.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

You don't believe that statues can move.

And you're right, they can't.
When you're looking.

New York is policed by Angels.

Every time you try to escape,
you get zapped back in time.

The city that never sleeps.

The Angels will come, and...

I think they're coming for you.

Placing someone back in time
creates time energy,

and that is what the Angels feed on.

What the hell are you doing?!

Any ideas? Run!