Doctor Who (2005–…): Season 8, Episode 12 - Death in Heaven - full transcript
With Cybermen on the streets of London, old friends unite against old enemies and the Doctor takes to the air in a startling new role. As the Doctor faces his greatest challenge, sacrifices must be made before the day is won.
Danny Pink... is dead.
We're here to get your boyfriend
back from the dead.
These are tombs, water tombs.
Why would anyone
go to so much trouble?
You're dead, um,
and this is what's next.
A Gallifreyan hard drive,
Time Lord technology.
MISSY: You know, the key strategic
weakness of the human race?
The dead outnumber the living.
Who are you?
Oh, you know who I am.
I'm Missy.
Couldn't very well keep calling
myself the Master, now could I?
Stop! You can't kill me.
Incorrect.
I'm a target of strategic value.
Alive, I'm a tactical advantage.
Dead, I'm your biggest mistake.
You don't know who I am.
(Whirring)
You are Clara Oswald. You are human.
You are unimportant.
Incorrect.
You see, that is what
you're supposed to think.
That is what everybody thinks.
You are Clara Oswald.
Clara Oswald is a clever story, a
disguise. There is no Clara Oswald.
Identify.
Oh, don't be so slow.
It's embarrassing.
Who could fool you like this?
Who could hide
right under your nose?
Who can change their face
any time they want?
You see, I'm not Clara Oswald.
Clara Oswald has never existed.
Identify.
I'm the Doctor.
# Theme music
Look at them! My boys.
Cybermen in broad daylight.
You think people won't notice?
MISSY: Photos with
the big metal men. £1.
Oh, honey.
There you go.
New York, Paris, Rome,
Marrakech, Brisbane.
Glasgow. (Chuckles)
Everywhere, anywhere.
Me and my boys.
We're going viral.
Would you like me to take a picture?
Sorry. Selfies are never as good,
are they?
And you're having a lovely moment.
Hang on.
Uh...
Nice bow tie.
Bow ties are cool.
Big smiles and... Now!
MAN: Move! Move!
(Shouting)
'Afternoon.
You've picked a lovely day for it.
My, don't you look shiny? Haircut?
Bit of a trim.
Might want to do your roots.
The woman.
MAN: Yes, ma'am.
Kate Stewart - divorcee,
mother of two,
keen gardening,
outstanding bridge player.
Also Chief Scientific Officer,
Unified Intelligence Task Force,
who currently have you surrounded.
Human weaponry is not effective
against cyber technology.
Sorry, you left this behind
on one of your previous attempts.
So now that I have your attention,
welcome to the only planet in the
universe where we get to say this -
he's on the payroll.
Am I?
Well, technically.
How much?
Shush. Any questions?
(Shouting)
Back! Everyone back!
(Thrusters hum)
(Whizzing)
Oh, my God!
Is it supposed to do that?
Is that new?
DOCTOR: Sun roof on St Paul's,
I'd say that was new.
There'll be mass panic.
Everyone in London can see that.
Everyone in London just clapped
and went 'whee'.
Hush, I'm trying to count.
87, I think.
OCD.
91. Queen of evil.
How could St Paul's be full
of 91 Cybermen and nobody noticed?
Dimensional engineering.
One space folded inside another.
Bigger on the inside.
Easy if you're a Time Lord.
OSGOOD: Most of them going south,
a smaller number east.
Yeah, but one straight up.
So 91 isn't a coincidence?
Of course it isn't.
KATE: Osgood, 91. Explain.
91 areas of significant population
density in the British Isles.
That's one Cyberman
for every city and major town.
It's happening everywhere,
all over the world, right now.
Sweet planet, this.
I think I might keep it.
One Cyberman per city.
What could they hope to accomplish?
Doctor!
(Boom!)
Has it exploded?
MISSY: More than that.
Cybermen don't just blow themselves
up for no good reason, dear.
They're not human.
If it isn't exploding,
what's it doing?
Pollinating. Falling like rain
into the cracks of the earth.
(Rumbling)
SEB: Well, this is a bit exciting.
What's happening?
To cut a long story short, looks
like we might all be going home.
Home? From the afterlife?
Well, when I said 'afterlife',
I was being a tiny bit poetic,
and Nethersphere's just a cool name
we came up with during a spitball.
What is this place?
Well, you have to think of it
as a data cloud.
You know, for storing data.
In this case,
storage of recently deceased minds.
We're in a cloud.
Hm, sort of cloud, yeah.
And what's happening to it?
What happens to any cloud
when it starts to rain?
Are you telling me we're going back?
What, back to our bodies?
And the extra good news is
there's been a bit of an upgrade.
MISSY: The dead are coming home,
Doctor.
All shiny and new.
In 24 hours, the human race,
as you know it, will cease to exist.
What are you doing? Explain.
Tell me now!
Oh, that was nice.
Please do it again...
No. No, no, I need to talk
to her. I need her awake!
No... No... stupid.
Stupid... No, no. Oh!
The first protocol is implemented,
we're good to go.
You just have to let her take you.
Ah...
What did he say?
He said, 'Guard the graveyards.'
(Thunderclap)
(Rumbling)
That's weird. Look at that.
(Thunderclaps)
(Rain pours)
How come it's only raining
inside the graveyard?
(Thunder rumbles)
(Water gushes)
REPORTER: We are being told these
metal men are known as Cybermen.
But unlike the accounts
we have on file,
they now have the ability to fly.
Similar reports are coming in
from all over the world.
Flying Cybermen are here
on a global scale.
Ministers are telling us
to remain calm.
These Cybermen don't seem
to be attacking us...
(Soft splashing)
..at least not in any
conventional fashion.
Eyewitnesses...
(Water splashes)
(Thudding)
Hello?
(Thud!)
Hello!
(Thudding)
(Gasps)
(Distant conversations)
(Gasps)
Kate! What's with the handcuffs?
I'm sorry. In the event of
an alien incursion on this scale,
protocols are in place.
Your cooperation is to be ensured
and your unreliability assumed.
You have a history.
You don't have a future without me.
You think your father
would have done this?
We both know he absolutely would.
Who is she?
Long story. Where's Clara?
Clara Oswald, your assistant?
My friend.
She was with me at St Paul's.
The team's still on site
but they've been unable
to gain access to the building.
I want her found and brought here.
I need her with me.
Then give the order.
As soon as you're on board Boat 1,
you're word is law.
Quite literally.
You got the TARDIS out, though?
Yes, and St Paul's locked down.
(Radio chatter)
Where are we going? Cloudbase?
You mean the Valiant?
Cloudbase was Thunderbirds.
Too conspicuous. We need your
location concealed, not advertised.
From now on you're a moving target.
Ah, I see your Daddy along too.
That's very sweet.
Sir.
Oh, don't do that.
You look like you're self-concussing.
Which would explain all of military
history, now I think about it.
Colonel Ahmed, sir.
Privilege to meet you.
Love your outfit, Colonel Ahmed.
Are you in the Scouts? Are a man
Scout? I didn't know they had those.
It was Captain Scarlet.
Sorry?
Not the Thunderbirds.
Oh, God, so it was.
My confidence is growing
every minute.
The President is on board.
Mind you, me and Sylvia Anderson,
you've never seen a foxtrot like it.
Hang on a second. The President?
I don't want Americans
bobbing around the place.
They'll only start praying.
Not the President of America, sir.
The President of Earth.
There isn't one.
There is now.
The incursion protocols have been
agreed internationally.
In the event of full-scale invasion,
an Earth president
is inducted immediately
with complete authority
over every nation state.
Well, there was only one
practical candidate.
That's your answer for everything,
isn't it? Vote for an idiot.
If you say so, Mr President.
So long as you're on this plane,
you're the commander-in-chief
of every army on Earth.
Every world leader is currently
awaiting your instructions.
You are the Chief Executive Officer
of the human race.
Any questions?
MAN: This is your captain speaking.
Please prepare to take off.
Well, gentlemen. Where to start?
I was born on the planet Gallifrey
in the constellation
of Kasterborous.
I'm a Time Lord, but my
Prydonian privileges were revoked
when I stole a time capsule
and ran away.
Currently pilot Type 40 TARDIS.
I've been married four times,
all deceased.
My children and grandchildren
are missing and I assume dead.
I have a non-Gallifreyan daughter
created via genetic transfer.
How much more do you need?
I'm the Doctor.
This information is not proof.
We require proof.
How about my name?
Explain.
Oh, my name isn't Doctor, is it?
I don't even really have
a doctorate.
Well, Glasgow University,
but then I accidentally graduated
in the wrong century.
So technically...This information
cannot be confirmed.
You are Clara Oswald.
No, I'm not.
Your deception is intended
to prolong your life.
Your presence has not been ordered.
Correct.
You are Clara Oswald.
Oh, seriously, this is getting old.
Look, there is no Clara Oswald.
I invented her, I made her up.
Born 23 November 1986.
Yeah. I chose that date.
I always liked it.
Father - David James Oswald.
Mother - Eleanor Alison Oswald.
Stories. Stories. Stories.
I made them up.
Look, ask anybody who knows me.
I am an incredible liar.
Correct.
No order was given.
Correct.
You are not under Cyber control.
(Zapping, explosions)
Correct.
(Aircraft engine hums)
(Gasps)
Why are you still alive?
You saved me.
I saved Gallifrey.
Yes, Gallifrey too.
I suppose there's always
collateral damage with you and me.
It's our Paris.
Gallifrey is lost
in another dimension.
Yes and no.
Meaning?
Yes, it's in another dimension.
No, it's not lost.
You know where it is?
Yep.
You know the best part
about knowing?
Not. Telling. You.
(Airplane intercom dings)
AHMED: Mr President, sir,
we're ready for you up here.
(Ding!)
(Chuckles)
Remember all those years when all you
wanted to do was rule the world?
On my way.
AHMED: Thank you, Mr President.
Piece of cake.
Oh, um, it's a little device thingy.
I thought there might be
useful information on it.
Who is she?
You'd never believe me
if I told you.
Because I thought she might be
the Master,
regenerated into female form,
your childhood friend responsible
for a number of previous incursions.
That was very quick.
I do have files
on all our ex-prime ministers.
Well, she wasn't even the worst.
Doctor, there's something
nobody's talking about.
Which is?
The clouds caused
by the exploding Cybermen.
They haven't dispersed.
They're still there.
In fact, they've expanded and are
covering almost all the landmasses.
We're all looking at the graveyards.
Maybe we should be looking up.
What do you think?
All of time and space.
Sorry?
Just something for you bucket list.
REPORTER: Localised rain
in the cemeteries has resulted
in what can only be described
as disturbances to the soil.
Extraordinary eyewitness accounts
are claiming that silver creatures
are climbing from the graves.
These scenes
are being repeated everywhere -
every cemetery, every mortuary,
every funeral home, every hospital.
The dead are returning to life
as Cybermen.
REPORTER: The public
are being advised
to stay away from all cemeteries.
(Thunder rumbles)
(Eerie singing echoes)
Hello?
KATE: We've done heat scans
of some of the cemeteries
and in each case, only a handful
of Cybermen have so far emerged.
But every individual burial site
is active.
AHMED: Active?
DOCTOR: Hatching.
More are coming.
Potentially millions.
So the rain caused all that
in just a few hours?
It wasn't rain, man scout,
it was pollen. Cyber-pollen.
Every tiny particle of a Cyberman
contains the plans
to make another Cyberman.
All it has to do is make contact with
compatible living organic matter
and, bang, full conversion!
But if they have learnt
how to convert the dead...
(Whispering)
That's what she was doing.
That's what 3W was for.
She creates all-new paranoia among
the super-rich about dying.
She exploits the wealth and
the mortal remains of selected idiots
so she can create a whole new race
of Cybermen.
Cybermen who can recruit corpses.
Throw away your guns, man scout,
it's all over.
How can you win a war against an
enemy that can weaponise the dead?
AHMED: They're not attacking,
apart from isolated incidents.
They're just wandering about.
They're newborns. Give them time.
Why were you there this morning?
Why were you already attacking?
Been investigating 3W for a while,
then we got a tip-off.
From a woman with a Scottish accent.
Can't play for the gallery unless
there's a gallery. Here I am.
Dead bodies don't have minds,
of course,
but she's been upgrading dying minds
to a hard drive for a long time.
So she upgrades the hardware
and then she updates the software.
What do you mean a long time?
How long?
Well, she must have a TARDIS
somewhere, so as long as she likes.
The past, the future...
How long, Doctor?
How long has the human race
had a concept of an afterlife?
Turns out the afterlife is real.
And it's emptying.
Every graveyard on planet Earth
is about to burst its banks.
(Plane whooshes)
(Hums)
# Hey, Missy, you're so fine
# You're so fine you blow my mind
# Hey, Missy
# Hey... # (Chuckles)
Excuse me.
Hi.
Can I tell you something
really important?
What?
(I have to whisper it.)
'Cause, like, it's so important
to everyone on this plane
that you'll get in trouble
if you don't listen.
Right. If it was that important,
why would you tell us?
Well, look at me. I'm bananas.
Come on. Just a wee bit closer.
Just a little closer.
You know, the Doctor will be really
impressed if you learn my secrets.
You can come a bit closer than that.
Come on, stop mucking about.
Don't be shy.
You don't smell half as bad
as you think you do.
There are two armed men
directly behind you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.If you've got
something to say, just say it.
(Clears throat)
(I'm going to kill you in a minute.)
I'm not even kidding.
You're gonna be as dead as
a fish on a slab any second now.
All floppy and making smells.
(But don't tell the boys.)
(This is our secret girl plan.)
Why would you bother killing me?
I'm not even important.
Oh, silly.
Why does one pop a balloon?
Because you're pretty.
Now, you should have a bit more
confidence in yourself.
OK.
Sorry, I've got work to do.
Ah, right. Fine.
You get on.
You get that finished.
Would a countdown
help you focus at all?
Nope, that's OK.
Ten.
Now, don't be scared,
'cause I'm still in double digits.
I'm not scared.
Nine.
Well, no, of course you're not -
'cause you know you're dying anyway.
Eight. Humans are born dying.
Your life spans are... (Chuckles)
Please be quiet.
Seven.
You know, from the minute
you slop out,
you're rotting, decaying.
The stench of you - phew!
Never gonna get this place clean.
Three.
Three?
I'm accelerating
for dramatic effect.
(Gasps) Oh!
What's that in your pocket?
There's nothing in my pocket.
Oh, my giddy aunt.
Quiet ones are the worst.
Well, these aren't mine.
Well...
..then they must be mine.
Say something nice.
Missy, the Master,
whatever you call yourself,
I promise I'm much more useful
to you alive.
Oh, yeah, that's true.
That's definitely true.
That is a good point. Well made.
I'm proud of you, sister.
But did I mention...
..bananas!
Pop.
(Device beeps)
(Sighs)
Thanks for being yummy.
(Device beeps)
(Humming)
Ooh!
(Rumbling)
Mr President, you need to
get back in your seat.
I don't like being the President -
people keep saluting.
I'm never going to salute back.
(Inhales)
Do you know, that was always
my dad's big ambition -
to get you to salute him, just once.
He should have asked.
Doctor, what are you looking at?
The clouds.
Still there.
So, what else have they got?
Oh, dear Lord!
There's a Cyberman out there
on the fuselage.
But on the plus side,
it's not turbulence.
She's out.
Who let her out?!
What's it doing?
Where did it go?
What can one Cyberman do to a plane?
(Eerie singing echoes)
Aw. She was really scared.
It's classic.
Have you got any more friends
I can play with?
(Cybermen mutter indistinctly)
Are you the one
that brought me here?
Affirmative.
So you know who I am, right?
You are not the Doctor.
Of course I'm not the Doctor.
I was lying to stay alive.
But how do I know so much about him?
You are his associate.
No, I'm not.
I'm not his associate...
..I'm his best friend.
Right now, his best friend
anywhere in the universe.
Have you got some sort of
Cyber-internet in there?
Because, really, you should
look it up.
Look up what happens to you
if you harm me.
Where is the Doctor?
(Chuckles)
What, you think I would give up
the Doctor? Don't be daft.
I would never ever give up
the Doctor,
because he is my best friend too.
He is the closest person to me
in this whole world.
He is the man I will always forgive,
always trust.
The one man I would
never, ever lie to.
Danny?
Danny Pink is dead.
Help me.
Oh, my God.
Danny...
Help me.
Danny...
..I am so sorry.
Help me.
I need you to do something for me.
I can't do it myself.
What is that?
It's an inhibitor.
It's not activated.
I need you to switch it on.
What does it inhibit?
Emotion.
It deletes emotions.
Please. I don't want to
feel like this.
(Alarms beep)
There's more than one!
What?
They're all over the plane!
They're pulling it apart!
Whoa.
Ask me.
Shut up!
Ask me! Come on.
You know you want to.
You want to know what my plan is.
You'll be surprised.
I've got a gift for you.
You know I've been up and down
your timeline,
meeting all those silly people
who died to keep you alive,
and do you know what I worked out?
What you really need.
For what?
To know that you are just like me.
(Phone rings)
Oh! And now it begins.
Doctor, I do believe you're on call.
Miss Oswald expects.
Who else but the girl
who's got your number?
Whoops!
It was you!
Oh, hello!
Where did you get this number?
The woman in the shop wrote it down.
It's a helpline, isn't it?
Computer helpline, love.
(Phone keeps ringing)
That's the one.
Best helpline in the universe.
You put us together!
I kept you together.
Who put that advert in the paper?
Who gave you my number?
The woman...
The woman in the shop.
Then there's a woman out there who's
very keen that we stay together.
Why?
'Cause she's perfect, innit?
The control freak and the man
who should never be controlled.
You'd go to hell if she asked.
And she would.
Phone's ringing, Doctor.
Can you hear that?
Now, that is the sound of
your chain being yanked.
Heel, Doctor!
(Mockingly) Help me, Doctor!
Help me. Help me, Doctor.
Clara?
Doctor.
With Danny.
Danny's dead, Clara.
Not yet.
Not quite. But he wants to be.
Clara...
(Sighs)
Clara?
He's a Cyberman.
Doctor, Danny's a Cyberman.
And he's crying.
Doctor, he feels it. He's crying.
Message to Geneva.
Tell them 01 is going down.
We don't anticipate survivors.
(Alarms wail)
(Grunts)
Clara, don't do it!
Just don't do it!
It's in his chest.
He says it's an inhibitor -
it can delete emotion or something.
I know what it does!
If you turn it on,
he'll become a Cyberman.
He's already a Cyberman.
Not yet he isn't!
He's hurting because I hurt him
and he wants it to stop.
Stop the pain and he'll kill you.
Look, are you gonna help me?
Because I can't do this alone.
(Alarms wail)
I'm not gonna help you
commit suicide.
Look, the TARDIS can home in
on this call, right?
Either you help me
or you leave me alone.
Clara... Clara, no!
There's a lot of switches
around the edge.
I'm just going to try
pressing them all.
OK.
I am so sorry.
Yeah.
Doctor, the Cybermen are in.
The plane's going down.
Oh, right. It's the daughter one.
Do you like her?
I like her.
(Screams)
Why did you do that?
You didn't have to do that!
Oh, don't be so selfish!
I'm going to miss her too!
In fact, you know what?
Just for that, I'm leaving.
Boys, blow up this plane
in, I don't know, Belgium, yeah?
Kill some Belgians. May as well.
They're not even French.
(Squeals) Bye!
(Shouts)
(Screams)
Oh, that's very boring.
He's just gonna... squish.
Why kind of a way is that to die?
That man has no finesse. None.
Well, it's... quite dramatic.
You're an AI interface. Kindly
delete your opinions, thank you.
What's he doing? Is he... Is he?
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Now, that's...
Oh!
Permission to squeal!
(TARDIS grinds)
Two more to go.
Does it feel any different?
(TARDIS grinds in distance)
No.
Are you sure?
(Thunder rumbles)
Yeah.
(Door creaks open)
Clara, don't!
Help me.
If you do what you're trying to do...
If you succeed he will snap you.
No.
Then he will step over
your broken body
and break another and another
and another.
He will never stop.
I will not harm her.
PE. PE.
PE.
Sir.
I had a friend once.
We ran together when I was little.
And I thought we were the same.
When we grew up, we weren't.
Now...
..she's trying to
tear the world apart
and I can't run fast enough
to hold it together.
The difference...
..is this.
Pain is a gift.
Without the capacity for pain...
..we can't feel the hurt we inflict.
Are you telling me seriously,
for real,
that you can.
Of course I can.
Then shame on you, Doctor.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
Danny? Danny.
I need you to tell me -
what are the clouds going to do?
What is the plan?
How would I know?
You're part of a hive mind now.
Presumably,
that's how you found Clara.
Just look.
I can't see much.
Look harder.
Clara, watch this.
This is who the Doctor is.
Watch the blood-soaked old general
in action.
I can't see properly, sir,
because this needs activating.
If you want to know what's coming
you have to switch it on.
And didn't all of those
beautiful speeches just disappear
in the face of
a tactical advantage...
..sir?
I need to know.
Yes.
Yes, you do.
Give me the screwdriver.
No!
Just do it, Doctor.
Do as you're told.
Typical officer -
got to keep those hands clean.
Just point and think, yeah?
Yes.
OK.
I wasn't very good at it,
but I did love you.
I loved you too.
I'm never going to say that again.
(Chuckles) Me neither.
Ready?
Yeah.
(Sobs) It feels like
I'm killing you.
I'm already dead.
You're here this time, at least.
Goodbye, Danny.
Goodbye, Clara.
(Sobs)
Clara, no. No.
No, step away, it's activating!
Clara, step away now! Don't...
Danny?
Danny, if you can hear me,
if you're still there,
what are the clouds going to do?
The rain will fall again.
All humanity will die.
And rise again as Cybermen.
Correct.
How do we stop it?
We cannot be stopped.
Oh, that was brilliant!
Well, I love the telly here,
but did you see that?
Oh, Clara,
you poor thing.
You must feel like death.
Let me pop away the pain.
Don't you dare.
Don't even think about it!
Oh, sorry, hun, I'm just
getting a bit carried away.
It's your friends,
they're so more-ish.
Hmm?
Oh, stop looking all cross-pants.
I'm here to give you a gift.
Could you at least
try and be excited?
What gift?
Cyber-dears?
Look at Mummy.
Close your eyes.
Lower your arms.
Raise your right.
Lower your right.
Turn on the spot.
There are exits at the front
and rear of the aircraft.
Please follow the lights
up the aisle.
You see, Doctor, the power to
slaughter whole worlds at a time
then make them do a safety briefing.
Everyone who ever lived -
man, woman and child -
is now at my command.
An indestructible army
to rage across the universe.
The more they kill,
the more they recruit.
Happy birthday.
Oh!
You didn't know, did you?
It's lucky one of us
remembers these things.
Happy birthday...
..Mr President.
CYBERMEN: Doctor.
Tiny bit pleased?
Oh, go on, crack a smile.
I want to see if
your eyebrows drop off.
All of this...
All of it, just to give me an army.
Well, I don't need one, do I?
Armies are for people
who think they're right.
And nobody thinks they're righter
than you.
Give a good man firepower and he'll
never run out of people to kill.
I don't want an army!
Well, that's the trouble!
Yes, you do!
You've always wanted one.
All those people suffering
in the Dalek camps,
now you can save them.
All those bad guys
winning all the wars -
go and get the good guys back!
Nobody can have that power.
You will.
Because you don't have a choice.
There's only one way you can stop
these clouds from opening up
and killing all your little pets
down here -
conquer the universe, Mr President.
Show a bad girl how it's done.
Why are you doing this?
I need you to know
we're not so different.
I need my friend back.
Every battle, every war,
every invasion,
from now on, you decide the outcome.
What's the matter, Mr President?
Don't you trust yourself?
Tell me, am I a good man?
Sir!
I see into your soul, Doctor.
I've... seen...
..hatred!
I'm not a hero.
You are a good Dalek.
Thank you!
Thank you so much.
I really didn't know. I wasn't sure.
You lose sight sometimes. Thank you!
I am not a good man!
And I'm not a bad man.
I am not a hero,
and I'm definitely not a president.
And, no, I'm not an officer.
You know what I am?
I... am...
..an idiot.
With a box and a screwdriver.
Just passing through,
helping out,
learning.
I don't need an army, I never have.
Because I've got them. Always them.
Because love is not an emotion...
..love is a promise.
And he will never hurt her.
PE, catch!
You didn't notice, did you?
While you were doing all your silly
orders, while you were showing off,
the one soldier not obeying.
No, that's wrong. That's impossible.
Rain will not fall.
Oh?
Why won't it?
The clouds will burn.
And who will burn them?
I will burn them.
How?
I will burn.
One burning Cyberman is hardly
gonna save the planet.
Correct.
Attention!
This is not a good day.
This is Earth's darkest hour!
And look at you miserable lot!
We are the fallen,
but today we shall rise.
The army of the dead
will save the land of the living.
This is not the order of a general,
nor the whim of a lunatic...
Excuse me?
..this is a promise.
The promise of a soldier!
You will sleep safe tonight.
Well...
..the clouds have all gone.
Yes.
Burned up.
Totally burnt.
Burnt to nothing.
Sorry.
10-0-11-0-0 by 0-2.
What did you say?
The current coordinates
of Gallifrey.
It's returned to
its original location.
Didn't you ever think to look?
You are lying.
We can... we can go together,
just you and me,
just like the old days.
You'd be clapped in irons.
If you like.
Doctor, I'm assuming you'll
remember those coordinates.
No! No, don't you dare.
I won't let you.
Old friend, is she?
If you've ever let this creature
live,
everything that happened today
is on you.
All of it.
On you.
And you're not gonna let her
live again.
Clara, all I'm doing
is not letting you kill her.
I never said I was letting her live.
Really?
If that's the only thing
that will stop you...
..yes.
Seriously?
Oh...
..Doctor.
To save her soul?
But who, my dear, will save yours?
Say something nice.
(Sighs)
Please?
You win.
I know.
Doctor!
Kate!
She's breathing.
She's alive! She can't be here!
She is.
She fell out of a plane.
The Cyberman.
He must have caught her!
Doctor, she's talking about her dad.
Of course, the Earth's darkest hour.
And mine.
Where else would you be?
Thank you.
(Siren wails in distance)
DANNY: Clara.
Clara?
Danny.
Danny?
Is that you?
Please say it's you.
Clara.
The Doctor told me about
the bracelet,
how it can let Missy travel
from one world to the other.
This place is dying now.
Yes.
But the bracelet can bring you home.
There's only enough power
for one trip.
Then come on.
Hurry up.
Just one trip.
One trip, one person.
Danny?
You need to find his parents.
He died a long time ago.
I'm sorry, Clara,
I truly am.
I had... I had promises to keep.
(Door opens)
Hey!
Hey.
I got your message.
Two weeks late.
Not bad.
Improving.
I see you've got news for me.
News?
He figured it out, then.
PE figured out there was a way home.
Yeah. Yeah, he did.
Oh, good old PE.
He'll make a maths teacher yet.
Listen, Doctor, there's...
..there's something
that I have to tell you,
and, um...
..it's not good news.
So, just listen, OK?
I know.
Sorry?I know exactly
what you've got to tell me.
Y-you do?
You and Danny are together now.
That's great,
that's how it should be.
But the old man and blue box,
that's never gonna fit in,
so no more flying around,
no more lying.
OK, no, that's not exactly...
It's fine.
No, it's not fine.
It really isn't... fine.
I've found Gallifrey.
Wow.
Oh, my God.
I entered the coordinates,
just like she said...
..and I found Gallifrey.
For once...
..she wasn't lying.
So, what are you gonna do now?
Go home.
OK.
Gallifrey can be a good place.
I can help make it that.
What, you?
Shut up.
(Chuckles) You won't just
steal a TARDIS and run away?
No, not this time.
Never again.
It's a long commute.
So, you know, I thought,
with you and Danny...
Yeah.
Me and Danny.
Me and Danny, we are gonna be fine.
Don't you worry. You go home.
Go home.
Go be a king or something.
Yeah?
I might do that.
Or queen. You know, whatever.
Yeah, queen, that would be good too.
Yeah.
Tell you what, seeing as it's
goodbye, should we break a habit?
What? What habit?
Hug.
Why not?
Within reason.
Come on, you're on the clock.
Fair enough.
(Clears throat)
Why don't you like hugging, Doctor?
Never trust a hug.
It's just a way to hide your face.
Yeah.
Doctor?
Travelling with you
made me feel really special.
Thank you for that.
Thank you for
making me feel special.
Thank you for exactly the same.
(TARDIS grinds)
# Theme music
(Knocking)
MAN: Coo-ee!
(Continues knocking)
Hello?
Doctor?
You know it can't end like that.
Hmm?
We need to get this sorted.
And quickly.
She's not alright, you know?
And neither are you.
I'm coming in.
(Grunts)
(Wind howls)
There you are. I knew
I'd get round to you eventually.
Now, stop gawping and tell me.
What do you want for Christmas?
Captions by CSI Australia -
Sam Shilson-Josling
We're here to get your boyfriend
back from the dead.
These are tombs, water tombs.
Why would anyone
go to so much trouble?
You're dead, um,
and this is what's next.
A Gallifreyan hard drive,
Time Lord technology.
MISSY: You know, the key strategic
weakness of the human race?
The dead outnumber the living.
Who are you?
Oh, you know who I am.
I'm Missy.
Couldn't very well keep calling
myself the Master, now could I?
Stop! You can't kill me.
Incorrect.
I'm a target of strategic value.
Alive, I'm a tactical advantage.
Dead, I'm your biggest mistake.
You don't know who I am.
(Whirring)
You are Clara Oswald. You are human.
You are unimportant.
Incorrect.
You see, that is what
you're supposed to think.
That is what everybody thinks.
You are Clara Oswald.
Clara Oswald is a clever story, a
disguise. There is no Clara Oswald.
Identify.
Oh, don't be so slow.
It's embarrassing.
Who could fool you like this?
Who could hide
right under your nose?
Who can change their face
any time they want?
You see, I'm not Clara Oswald.
Clara Oswald has never existed.
Identify.
I'm the Doctor.
# Theme music
Look at them! My boys.
Cybermen in broad daylight.
You think people won't notice?
MISSY: Photos with
the big metal men. £1.
Oh, honey.
There you go.
New York, Paris, Rome,
Marrakech, Brisbane.
Glasgow. (Chuckles)
Everywhere, anywhere.
Me and my boys.
We're going viral.
Would you like me to take a picture?
Sorry. Selfies are never as good,
are they?
And you're having a lovely moment.
Hang on.
Uh...
Nice bow tie.
Bow ties are cool.
Big smiles and... Now!
MAN: Move! Move!
(Shouting)
'Afternoon.
You've picked a lovely day for it.
My, don't you look shiny? Haircut?
Bit of a trim.
Might want to do your roots.
The woman.
MAN: Yes, ma'am.
Kate Stewart - divorcee,
mother of two,
keen gardening,
outstanding bridge player.
Also Chief Scientific Officer,
Unified Intelligence Task Force,
who currently have you surrounded.
Human weaponry is not effective
against cyber technology.
Sorry, you left this behind
on one of your previous attempts.
So now that I have your attention,
welcome to the only planet in the
universe where we get to say this -
he's on the payroll.
Am I?
Well, technically.
How much?
Shush. Any questions?
(Shouting)
Back! Everyone back!
(Thrusters hum)
(Whizzing)
Oh, my God!
Is it supposed to do that?
Is that new?
DOCTOR: Sun roof on St Paul's,
I'd say that was new.
There'll be mass panic.
Everyone in London can see that.
Everyone in London just clapped
and went 'whee'.
Hush, I'm trying to count.
87, I think.
OCD.
91. Queen of evil.
How could St Paul's be full
of 91 Cybermen and nobody noticed?
Dimensional engineering.
One space folded inside another.
Bigger on the inside.
Easy if you're a Time Lord.
OSGOOD: Most of them going south,
a smaller number east.
Yeah, but one straight up.
So 91 isn't a coincidence?
Of course it isn't.
KATE: Osgood, 91. Explain.
91 areas of significant population
density in the British Isles.
That's one Cyberman
for every city and major town.
It's happening everywhere,
all over the world, right now.
Sweet planet, this.
I think I might keep it.
One Cyberman per city.
What could they hope to accomplish?
Doctor!
(Boom!)
Has it exploded?
MISSY: More than that.
Cybermen don't just blow themselves
up for no good reason, dear.
They're not human.
If it isn't exploding,
what's it doing?
Pollinating. Falling like rain
into the cracks of the earth.
(Rumbling)
SEB: Well, this is a bit exciting.
What's happening?
To cut a long story short, looks
like we might all be going home.
Home? From the afterlife?
Well, when I said 'afterlife',
I was being a tiny bit poetic,
and Nethersphere's just a cool name
we came up with during a spitball.
What is this place?
Well, you have to think of it
as a data cloud.
You know, for storing data.
In this case,
storage of recently deceased minds.
We're in a cloud.
Hm, sort of cloud, yeah.
And what's happening to it?
What happens to any cloud
when it starts to rain?
Are you telling me we're going back?
What, back to our bodies?
And the extra good news is
there's been a bit of an upgrade.
MISSY: The dead are coming home,
Doctor.
All shiny and new.
In 24 hours, the human race,
as you know it, will cease to exist.
What are you doing? Explain.
Tell me now!
Oh, that was nice.
Please do it again...
No. No, no, I need to talk
to her. I need her awake!
No... No... stupid.
Stupid... No, no. Oh!
The first protocol is implemented,
we're good to go.
You just have to let her take you.
Ah...
What did he say?
He said, 'Guard the graveyards.'
(Thunderclap)
(Rumbling)
That's weird. Look at that.
(Thunderclaps)
(Rain pours)
How come it's only raining
inside the graveyard?
(Thunder rumbles)
(Water gushes)
REPORTER: We are being told these
metal men are known as Cybermen.
But unlike the accounts
we have on file,
they now have the ability to fly.
Similar reports are coming in
from all over the world.
Flying Cybermen are here
on a global scale.
Ministers are telling us
to remain calm.
These Cybermen don't seem
to be attacking us...
(Soft splashing)
..at least not in any
conventional fashion.
Eyewitnesses...
(Water splashes)
(Thudding)
Hello?
(Thud!)
Hello!
(Thudding)
(Gasps)
(Distant conversations)
(Gasps)
Kate! What's with the handcuffs?
I'm sorry. In the event of
an alien incursion on this scale,
protocols are in place.
Your cooperation is to be ensured
and your unreliability assumed.
You have a history.
You don't have a future without me.
You think your father
would have done this?
We both know he absolutely would.
Who is she?
Long story. Where's Clara?
Clara Oswald, your assistant?
My friend.
She was with me at St Paul's.
The team's still on site
but they've been unable
to gain access to the building.
I want her found and brought here.
I need her with me.
Then give the order.
As soon as you're on board Boat 1,
you're word is law.
Quite literally.
You got the TARDIS out, though?
Yes, and St Paul's locked down.
(Radio chatter)
Where are we going? Cloudbase?
You mean the Valiant?
Cloudbase was Thunderbirds.
Too conspicuous. We need your
location concealed, not advertised.
From now on you're a moving target.
Ah, I see your Daddy along too.
That's very sweet.
Sir.
Oh, don't do that.
You look like you're self-concussing.
Which would explain all of military
history, now I think about it.
Colonel Ahmed, sir.
Privilege to meet you.
Love your outfit, Colonel Ahmed.
Are you in the Scouts? Are a man
Scout? I didn't know they had those.
It was Captain Scarlet.
Sorry?
Not the Thunderbirds.
Oh, God, so it was.
My confidence is growing
every minute.
The President is on board.
Mind you, me and Sylvia Anderson,
you've never seen a foxtrot like it.
Hang on a second. The President?
I don't want Americans
bobbing around the place.
They'll only start praying.
Not the President of America, sir.
The President of Earth.
There isn't one.
There is now.
The incursion protocols have been
agreed internationally.
In the event of full-scale invasion,
an Earth president
is inducted immediately
with complete authority
over every nation state.
Well, there was only one
practical candidate.
That's your answer for everything,
isn't it? Vote for an idiot.
If you say so, Mr President.
So long as you're on this plane,
you're the commander-in-chief
of every army on Earth.
Every world leader is currently
awaiting your instructions.
You are the Chief Executive Officer
of the human race.
Any questions?
MAN: This is your captain speaking.
Please prepare to take off.
Well, gentlemen. Where to start?
I was born on the planet Gallifrey
in the constellation
of Kasterborous.
I'm a Time Lord, but my
Prydonian privileges were revoked
when I stole a time capsule
and ran away.
Currently pilot Type 40 TARDIS.
I've been married four times,
all deceased.
My children and grandchildren
are missing and I assume dead.
I have a non-Gallifreyan daughter
created via genetic transfer.
How much more do you need?
I'm the Doctor.
This information is not proof.
We require proof.
How about my name?
Explain.
Oh, my name isn't Doctor, is it?
I don't even really have
a doctorate.
Well, Glasgow University,
but then I accidentally graduated
in the wrong century.
So technically...This information
cannot be confirmed.
You are Clara Oswald.
No, I'm not.
Your deception is intended
to prolong your life.
Your presence has not been ordered.
Correct.
You are Clara Oswald.
Oh, seriously, this is getting old.
Look, there is no Clara Oswald.
I invented her, I made her up.
Born 23 November 1986.
Yeah. I chose that date.
I always liked it.
Father - David James Oswald.
Mother - Eleanor Alison Oswald.
Stories. Stories. Stories.
I made them up.
Look, ask anybody who knows me.
I am an incredible liar.
Correct.
No order was given.
Correct.
You are not under Cyber control.
(Zapping, explosions)
Correct.
(Aircraft engine hums)
(Gasps)
Why are you still alive?
You saved me.
I saved Gallifrey.
Yes, Gallifrey too.
I suppose there's always
collateral damage with you and me.
It's our Paris.
Gallifrey is lost
in another dimension.
Yes and no.
Meaning?
Yes, it's in another dimension.
No, it's not lost.
You know where it is?
Yep.
You know the best part
about knowing?
Not. Telling. You.
(Airplane intercom dings)
AHMED: Mr President, sir,
we're ready for you up here.
(Ding!)
(Chuckles)
Remember all those years when all you
wanted to do was rule the world?
On my way.
AHMED: Thank you, Mr President.
Piece of cake.
Oh, um, it's a little device thingy.
I thought there might be
useful information on it.
Who is she?
You'd never believe me
if I told you.
Because I thought she might be
the Master,
regenerated into female form,
your childhood friend responsible
for a number of previous incursions.
That was very quick.
I do have files
on all our ex-prime ministers.
Well, she wasn't even the worst.
Doctor, there's something
nobody's talking about.
Which is?
The clouds caused
by the exploding Cybermen.
They haven't dispersed.
They're still there.
In fact, they've expanded and are
covering almost all the landmasses.
We're all looking at the graveyards.
Maybe we should be looking up.
What do you think?
All of time and space.
Sorry?
Just something for you bucket list.
REPORTER: Localised rain
in the cemeteries has resulted
in what can only be described
as disturbances to the soil.
Extraordinary eyewitness accounts
are claiming that silver creatures
are climbing from the graves.
These scenes
are being repeated everywhere -
every cemetery, every mortuary,
every funeral home, every hospital.
The dead are returning to life
as Cybermen.
REPORTER: The public
are being advised
to stay away from all cemeteries.
(Thunder rumbles)
(Eerie singing echoes)
Hello?
KATE: We've done heat scans
of some of the cemeteries
and in each case, only a handful
of Cybermen have so far emerged.
But every individual burial site
is active.
AHMED: Active?
DOCTOR: Hatching.
More are coming.
Potentially millions.
So the rain caused all that
in just a few hours?
It wasn't rain, man scout,
it was pollen. Cyber-pollen.
Every tiny particle of a Cyberman
contains the plans
to make another Cyberman.
All it has to do is make contact with
compatible living organic matter
and, bang, full conversion!
But if they have learnt
how to convert the dead...
(Whispering)
That's what she was doing.
That's what 3W was for.
She creates all-new paranoia among
the super-rich about dying.
She exploits the wealth and
the mortal remains of selected idiots
so she can create a whole new race
of Cybermen.
Cybermen who can recruit corpses.
Throw away your guns, man scout,
it's all over.
How can you win a war against an
enemy that can weaponise the dead?
AHMED: They're not attacking,
apart from isolated incidents.
They're just wandering about.
They're newborns. Give them time.
Why were you there this morning?
Why were you already attacking?
Been investigating 3W for a while,
then we got a tip-off.
From a woman with a Scottish accent.
Can't play for the gallery unless
there's a gallery. Here I am.
Dead bodies don't have minds,
of course,
but she's been upgrading dying minds
to a hard drive for a long time.
So she upgrades the hardware
and then she updates the software.
What do you mean a long time?
How long?
Well, she must have a TARDIS
somewhere, so as long as she likes.
The past, the future...
How long, Doctor?
How long has the human race
had a concept of an afterlife?
Turns out the afterlife is real.
And it's emptying.
Every graveyard on planet Earth
is about to burst its banks.
(Plane whooshes)
(Hums)
# Hey, Missy, you're so fine
# You're so fine you blow my mind
# Hey, Missy
# Hey... # (Chuckles)
Excuse me.
Hi.
Can I tell you something
really important?
What?
(I have to whisper it.)
'Cause, like, it's so important
to everyone on this plane
that you'll get in trouble
if you don't listen.
Right. If it was that important,
why would you tell us?
Well, look at me. I'm bananas.
Come on. Just a wee bit closer.
Just a little closer.
You know, the Doctor will be really
impressed if you learn my secrets.
You can come a bit closer than that.
Come on, stop mucking about.
Don't be shy.
You don't smell half as bad
as you think you do.
There are two armed men
directly behind you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.If you've got
something to say, just say it.
(Clears throat)
(I'm going to kill you in a minute.)
I'm not even kidding.
You're gonna be as dead as
a fish on a slab any second now.
All floppy and making smells.
(But don't tell the boys.)
(This is our secret girl plan.)
Why would you bother killing me?
I'm not even important.
Oh, silly.
Why does one pop a balloon?
Because you're pretty.
Now, you should have a bit more
confidence in yourself.
OK.
Sorry, I've got work to do.
Ah, right. Fine.
You get on.
You get that finished.
Would a countdown
help you focus at all?
Nope, that's OK.
Ten.
Now, don't be scared,
'cause I'm still in double digits.
I'm not scared.
Nine.
Well, no, of course you're not -
'cause you know you're dying anyway.
Eight. Humans are born dying.
Your life spans are... (Chuckles)
Please be quiet.
Seven.
You know, from the minute
you slop out,
you're rotting, decaying.
The stench of you - phew!
Never gonna get this place clean.
Three.
Three?
I'm accelerating
for dramatic effect.
(Gasps) Oh!
What's that in your pocket?
There's nothing in my pocket.
Oh, my giddy aunt.
Quiet ones are the worst.
Well, these aren't mine.
Well...
..then they must be mine.
Say something nice.
Missy, the Master,
whatever you call yourself,
I promise I'm much more useful
to you alive.
Oh, yeah, that's true.
That's definitely true.
That is a good point. Well made.
I'm proud of you, sister.
But did I mention...
..bananas!
Pop.
(Device beeps)
(Sighs)
Thanks for being yummy.
(Device beeps)
(Humming)
Ooh!
(Rumbling)
Mr President, you need to
get back in your seat.
I don't like being the President -
people keep saluting.
I'm never going to salute back.
(Inhales)
Do you know, that was always
my dad's big ambition -
to get you to salute him, just once.
He should have asked.
Doctor, what are you looking at?
The clouds.
Still there.
So, what else have they got?
Oh, dear Lord!
There's a Cyberman out there
on the fuselage.
But on the plus side,
it's not turbulence.
She's out.
Who let her out?!
What's it doing?
Where did it go?
What can one Cyberman do to a plane?
(Eerie singing echoes)
Aw. She was really scared.
It's classic.
Have you got any more friends
I can play with?
(Cybermen mutter indistinctly)
Are you the one
that brought me here?
Affirmative.
So you know who I am, right?
You are not the Doctor.
Of course I'm not the Doctor.
I was lying to stay alive.
But how do I know so much about him?
You are his associate.
No, I'm not.
I'm not his associate...
..I'm his best friend.
Right now, his best friend
anywhere in the universe.
Have you got some sort of
Cyber-internet in there?
Because, really, you should
look it up.
Look up what happens to you
if you harm me.
Where is the Doctor?
(Chuckles)
What, you think I would give up
the Doctor? Don't be daft.
I would never ever give up
the Doctor,
because he is my best friend too.
He is the closest person to me
in this whole world.
He is the man I will always forgive,
always trust.
The one man I would
never, ever lie to.
Danny?
Danny Pink is dead.
Help me.
Oh, my God.
Danny...
Help me.
Danny...
..I am so sorry.
Help me.
I need you to do something for me.
I can't do it myself.
What is that?
It's an inhibitor.
It's not activated.
I need you to switch it on.
What does it inhibit?
Emotion.
It deletes emotions.
Please. I don't want to
feel like this.
(Alarms beep)
There's more than one!
What?
They're all over the plane!
They're pulling it apart!
Whoa.
Ask me.
Shut up!
Ask me! Come on.
You know you want to.
You want to know what my plan is.
You'll be surprised.
I've got a gift for you.
You know I've been up and down
your timeline,
meeting all those silly people
who died to keep you alive,
and do you know what I worked out?
What you really need.
For what?
To know that you are just like me.
(Phone rings)
Oh! And now it begins.
Doctor, I do believe you're on call.
Miss Oswald expects.
Who else but the girl
who's got your number?
Whoops!
It was you!
Oh, hello!
Where did you get this number?
The woman in the shop wrote it down.
It's a helpline, isn't it?
Computer helpline, love.
(Phone keeps ringing)
That's the one.
Best helpline in the universe.
You put us together!
I kept you together.
Who put that advert in the paper?
Who gave you my number?
The woman...
The woman in the shop.
Then there's a woman out there who's
very keen that we stay together.
Why?
'Cause she's perfect, innit?
The control freak and the man
who should never be controlled.
You'd go to hell if she asked.
And she would.
Phone's ringing, Doctor.
Can you hear that?
Now, that is the sound of
your chain being yanked.
Heel, Doctor!
(Mockingly) Help me, Doctor!
Help me. Help me, Doctor.
Clara?
Doctor.
With Danny.
Danny's dead, Clara.
Not yet.
Not quite. But he wants to be.
Clara...
(Sighs)
Clara?
He's a Cyberman.
Doctor, Danny's a Cyberman.
And he's crying.
Doctor, he feels it. He's crying.
Message to Geneva.
Tell them 01 is going down.
We don't anticipate survivors.
(Alarms wail)
(Grunts)
Clara, don't do it!
Just don't do it!
It's in his chest.
He says it's an inhibitor -
it can delete emotion or something.
I know what it does!
If you turn it on,
he'll become a Cyberman.
He's already a Cyberman.
Not yet he isn't!
He's hurting because I hurt him
and he wants it to stop.
Stop the pain and he'll kill you.
Look, are you gonna help me?
Because I can't do this alone.
(Alarms wail)
I'm not gonna help you
commit suicide.
Look, the TARDIS can home in
on this call, right?
Either you help me
or you leave me alone.
Clara... Clara, no!
There's a lot of switches
around the edge.
I'm just going to try
pressing them all.
OK.
I am so sorry.
Yeah.
Doctor, the Cybermen are in.
The plane's going down.
Oh, right. It's the daughter one.
Do you like her?
I like her.
(Screams)
Why did you do that?
You didn't have to do that!
Oh, don't be so selfish!
I'm going to miss her too!
In fact, you know what?
Just for that, I'm leaving.
Boys, blow up this plane
in, I don't know, Belgium, yeah?
Kill some Belgians. May as well.
They're not even French.
(Squeals) Bye!
(Shouts)
(Screams)
Oh, that's very boring.
He's just gonna... squish.
Why kind of a way is that to die?
That man has no finesse. None.
Well, it's... quite dramatic.
You're an AI interface. Kindly
delete your opinions, thank you.
What's he doing? Is he... Is he?
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Now, that's...
Oh!
Permission to squeal!
(TARDIS grinds)
Two more to go.
Does it feel any different?
(TARDIS grinds in distance)
No.
Are you sure?
(Thunder rumbles)
Yeah.
(Door creaks open)
Clara, don't!
Help me.
If you do what you're trying to do...
If you succeed he will snap you.
No.
Then he will step over
your broken body
and break another and another
and another.
He will never stop.
I will not harm her.
PE. PE.
PE.
Sir.
I had a friend once.
We ran together when I was little.
And I thought we were the same.
When we grew up, we weren't.
Now...
..she's trying to
tear the world apart
and I can't run fast enough
to hold it together.
The difference...
..is this.
Pain is a gift.
Without the capacity for pain...
..we can't feel the hurt we inflict.
Are you telling me seriously,
for real,
that you can.
Of course I can.
Then shame on you, Doctor.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
Danny? Danny.
I need you to tell me -
what are the clouds going to do?
What is the plan?
How would I know?
You're part of a hive mind now.
Presumably,
that's how you found Clara.
Just look.
I can't see much.
Look harder.
Clara, watch this.
This is who the Doctor is.
Watch the blood-soaked old general
in action.
I can't see properly, sir,
because this needs activating.
If you want to know what's coming
you have to switch it on.
And didn't all of those
beautiful speeches just disappear
in the face of
a tactical advantage...
..sir?
I need to know.
Yes.
Yes, you do.
Give me the screwdriver.
No!
Just do it, Doctor.
Do as you're told.
Typical officer -
got to keep those hands clean.
Just point and think, yeah?
Yes.
OK.
I wasn't very good at it,
but I did love you.
I loved you too.
I'm never going to say that again.
(Chuckles) Me neither.
Ready?
Yeah.
(Sobs) It feels like
I'm killing you.
I'm already dead.
You're here this time, at least.
Goodbye, Danny.
Goodbye, Clara.
(Sobs)
Clara, no. No.
No, step away, it's activating!
Clara, step away now! Don't...
Danny?
Danny, if you can hear me,
if you're still there,
what are the clouds going to do?
The rain will fall again.
All humanity will die.
And rise again as Cybermen.
Correct.
How do we stop it?
We cannot be stopped.
Oh, that was brilliant!
Well, I love the telly here,
but did you see that?
Oh, Clara,
you poor thing.
You must feel like death.
Let me pop away the pain.
Don't you dare.
Don't even think about it!
Oh, sorry, hun, I'm just
getting a bit carried away.
It's your friends,
they're so more-ish.
Hmm?
Oh, stop looking all cross-pants.
I'm here to give you a gift.
Could you at least
try and be excited?
What gift?
Cyber-dears?
Look at Mummy.
Close your eyes.
Lower your arms.
Raise your right.
Lower your right.
Turn on the spot.
There are exits at the front
and rear of the aircraft.
Please follow the lights
up the aisle.
You see, Doctor, the power to
slaughter whole worlds at a time
then make them do a safety briefing.
Everyone who ever lived -
man, woman and child -
is now at my command.
An indestructible army
to rage across the universe.
The more they kill,
the more they recruit.
Happy birthday.
Oh!
You didn't know, did you?
It's lucky one of us
remembers these things.
Happy birthday...
..Mr President.
CYBERMEN: Doctor.
Tiny bit pleased?
Oh, go on, crack a smile.
I want to see if
your eyebrows drop off.
All of this...
All of it, just to give me an army.
Well, I don't need one, do I?
Armies are for people
who think they're right.
And nobody thinks they're righter
than you.
Give a good man firepower and he'll
never run out of people to kill.
I don't want an army!
Well, that's the trouble!
Yes, you do!
You've always wanted one.
All those people suffering
in the Dalek camps,
now you can save them.
All those bad guys
winning all the wars -
go and get the good guys back!
Nobody can have that power.
You will.
Because you don't have a choice.
There's only one way you can stop
these clouds from opening up
and killing all your little pets
down here -
conquer the universe, Mr President.
Show a bad girl how it's done.
Why are you doing this?
I need you to know
we're not so different.
I need my friend back.
Every battle, every war,
every invasion,
from now on, you decide the outcome.
What's the matter, Mr President?
Don't you trust yourself?
Tell me, am I a good man?
Sir!
I see into your soul, Doctor.
I've... seen...
..hatred!
I'm not a hero.
You are a good Dalek.
Thank you!
Thank you so much.
I really didn't know. I wasn't sure.
You lose sight sometimes. Thank you!
I am not a good man!
And I'm not a bad man.
I am not a hero,
and I'm definitely not a president.
And, no, I'm not an officer.
You know what I am?
I... am...
..an idiot.
With a box and a screwdriver.
Just passing through,
helping out,
learning.
I don't need an army, I never have.
Because I've got them. Always them.
Because love is not an emotion...
..love is a promise.
And he will never hurt her.
PE, catch!
You didn't notice, did you?
While you were doing all your silly
orders, while you were showing off,
the one soldier not obeying.
No, that's wrong. That's impossible.
Rain will not fall.
Oh?
Why won't it?
The clouds will burn.
And who will burn them?
I will burn them.
How?
I will burn.
One burning Cyberman is hardly
gonna save the planet.
Correct.
Attention!
This is not a good day.
This is Earth's darkest hour!
And look at you miserable lot!
We are the fallen,
but today we shall rise.
The army of the dead
will save the land of the living.
This is not the order of a general,
nor the whim of a lunatic...
Excuse me?
..this is a promise.
The promise of a soldier!
You will sleep safe tonight.
Well...
..the clouds have all gone.
Yes.
Burned up.
Totally burnt.
Burnt to nothing.
Sorry.
10-0-11-0-0 by 0-2.
What did you say?
The current coordinates
of Gallifrey.
It's returned to
its original location.
Didn't you ever think to look?
You are lying.
We can... we can go together,
just you and me,
just like the old days.
You'd be clapped in irons.
If you like.
Doctor, I'm assuming you'll
remember those coordinates.
No! No, don't you dare.
I won't let you.
Old friend, is she?
If you've ever let this creature
live,
everything that happened today
is on you.
All of it.
On you.
And you're not gonna let her
live again.
Clara, all I'm doing
is not letting you kill her.
I never said I was letting her live.
Really?
If that's the only thing
that will stop you...
..yes.
Seriously?
Oh...
..Doctor.
To save her soul?
But who, my dear, will save yours?
Say something nice.
(Sighs)
Please?
You win.
I know.
Doctor!
Kate!
She's breathing.
She's alive! She can't be here!
She is.
She fell out of a plane.
The Cyberman.
He must have caught her!
Doctor, she's talking about her dad.
Of course, the Earth's darkest hour.
And mine.
Where else would you be?
Thank you.
(Siren wails in distance)
DANNY: Clara.
Clara?
Danny.
Danny?
Is that you?
Please say it's you.
Clara.
The Doctor told me about
the bracelet,
how it can let Missy travel
from one world to the other.
This place is dying now.
Yes.
But the bracelet can bring you home.
There's only enough power
for one trip.
Then come on.
Hurry up.
Just one trip.
One trip, one person.
Danny?
You need to find his parents.
He died a long time ago.
I'm sorry, Clara,
I truly am.
I had... I had promises to keep.
(Door opens)
Hey!
Hey.
I got your message.
Two weeks late.
Not bad.
Improving.
I see you've got news for me.
News?
He figured it out, then.
PE figured out there was a way home.
Yeah. Yeah, he did.
Oh, good old PE.
He'll make a maths teacher yet.
Listen, Doctor, there's...
..there's something
that I have to tell you,
and, um...
..it's not good news.
So, just listen, OK?
I know.
Sorry?I know exactly
what you've got to tell me.
Y-you do?
You and Danny are together now.
That's great,
that's how it should be.
But the old man and blue box,
that's never gonna fit in,
so no more flying around,
no more lying.
OK, no, that's not exactly...
It's fine.
No, it's not fine.
It really isn't... fine.
I've found Gallifrey.
Wow.
Oh, my God.
I entered the coordinates,
just like she said...
..and I found Gallifrey.
For once...
..she wasn't lying.
So, what are you gonna do now?
Go home.
OK.
Gallifrey can be a good place.
I can help make it that.
What, you?
Shut up.
(Chuckles) You won't just
steal a TARDIS and run away?
No, not this time.
Never again.
It's a long commute.
So, you know, I thought,
with you and Danny...
Yeah.
Me and Danny.
Me and Danny, we are gonna be fine.
Don't you worry. You go home.
Go home.
Go be a king or something.
Yeah?
I might do that.
Or queen. You know, whatever.
Yeah, queen, that would be good too.
Yeah.
Tell you what, seeing as it's
goodbye, should we break a habit?
What? What habit?
Hug.
Why not?
Within reason.
Come on, you're on the clock.
Fair enough.
(Clears throat)
Why don't you like hugging, Doctor?
Never trust a hug.
It's just a way to hide your face.
Yeah.
Doctor?
Travelling with you
made me feel really special.
Thank you for that.
Thank you for
making me feel special.
Thank you for exactly the same.
(TARDIS grinds)
# Theme music
(Knocking)
MAN: Coo-ee!
(Continues knocking)
Hello?
Doctor?
You know it can't end like that.
Hmm?
We need to get this sorted.
And quickly.
She's not alright, you know?
And neither are you.
I'm coming in.
(Grunts)
(Wind howls)
There you are. I knew
I'd get round to you eventually.
Now, stop gawping and tell me.
What do you want for Christmas?
Captions by CSI Australia -
Sam Shilson-Josling