09x00 - The Doctor's Meditation (Prequel)

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[ INT. Chapel ]

The Doctor: How many days have I been here?

Bors: Three hours.

The Doctor: Three hours?

Bors: Well, nearly.

The Doctor: Maybe Clara is right. She keeps telling me I've got ... attention deficit... ah ... something or other.

Bors: What is your journey?

The Doctor: You can't come with me, Bors.

Bors: I'm pledged to your service. Ever since you saved my life.

The Doctor: I didn't save your life, you had a splinter.

Bors: Where is it you go? And why must you meditate first?

The Doctor: Someone I know is very sick. He'd want to see me before... While there's still time.

Bors: An old friend?

The Doctor: Someone I've known a very long time.

Bors: If there's danger let me ride at your side.

The Doctor: You can't help me. Not where I'm going. I have to get myself ready. I have to be alone. I have to think. No more distractions.

Bors: As you wish, Sir Doctor.

The Doctor: Hang on a minute. The water.

Bors: The water, Sir?

The Doctor: I don't like it. I can't meditate properly, without decent water.

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[ EXT. The Castle ]

The Doctor: We're gonna to dig a well. Right on ... this spot. There will be excellent water, right here.

Bors: How do you know?

The Doctor: I'm very good at water. This is definitely a good spot for water.

Bors: But this is the ... 12th place you made us dig.

The Doctor: Well, 12 is my lucky number. Here! No, here. Look at this grass. This is watery grass. All over squelchy.

Bors: Well, you've all the water you need now, and it's the finest in the land. Your meditation can begin.

The Doctor: Yes, I suppose it can. Except ...

Bors: Sir?

The Doctor: Do you know, what this well really needs?

Bors: Nothing, sir, it's perfect.

The Doctor: A visitor's centre.

Bors: Everyone has agreed on your plan for the throne room extension. But we're not quite sure, what you mean by a "sun roof".

The Doctor: Look at this coin. See it?

Bors: I see it.

The Doctor: Where is it now?

Bors: There.

The Doctor: No it isn't.

Bors: Yes it is, I saw it.

The Doctor: Are you sure? I'm a very good magician.

Bors: What is it you dread?

The Doctor: Why would I dread anything?

Bors: You're always making jokes. You never sit still. Like a man in fear of days to come.

The Doctor: Thought you're an idiot.

Bors: I know. I thought that too.

The Doctor: Good. I was worried I'd have to break it to you.

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[ INT. Chapel ]

Bors: Are you sure?

The Doctor: I've been avoiding it. One last night. Then I have to go.

Bors: You wish to be alone?

The Doctor: I have to prepare myself.

Bors: Why? You've never explained.

The Doctor: I did something wrong. I let somebody down, when I should have been brave enough, strong enough, to do better. Tomorrow I pay the price. Tonight I make myself ready.

Bors: Good bye, Magician. You've widened my mind.

The Doctor: You do realize you're still an idiot?

Bors: Yeah.

The Doctor: Good. I have to be quiet now. Quiet as the grave.

Bors: I do not believe you're capable of silence.

The Doctor: Oh? Oh, we will see about that, shall we?

Bors: We shall, Sir, Doctor.

The Doctor: No more distractions. Total focus. Bors! Are you any good with the broadsword?

Bors: Yes.

The Doctor: Fancy a friendly?

Bors: Enough, Magician. I do not believe, that you will meditate. It's not in your nature. If this is to be your last night here, then we shall celebrate. There shall be revels. But first ...

The Doctor: First?

Bors: Tell me your story. Tell me, how you came to this place and why now you're compelled to leave it. I will not depart this room until you do so.

The Doctor: I suppose, I do owe you.

Bors: I've served you loyally, Sir Doctor.

The Doctor: Yes ... Yes, you have.

Bors: Then begin your tale.

The Doctor: Well ... A little while ago ... a very long way from here ... I was looking for a book shop. Instead ... I found a b*ttlefield. Story of my life. I've seen many battlefields. This one will be different. This one ... will be my last.