Once, long ago...
On an island in a sea of clouds...
There was a land where giants walked.
And the giants lived amongst
the other peoples of that land.
And they used their great
strength to help them.
But the power of the
giants was too great...
Their hands were too strong...
Their tread too heavy...
And the more they
tried to help the people...
The greater was the destruction
that they caused...
Until the people they had tried to help...
Were no more.
And the giants were alone...
And the island was laid waste.
And in their shame...
The giants built a temple...
And there they swore that never again...
Must they meddle in the
affairs of mortal men.
And then they scattered...
Ever to wander abroad in repentance...
Until the twilight of the world.
Until Death...
Comes to Time.
No effect, Admiral.
Our weapons don't work!
Aim for the bridge of the g*n ship.
Aim for the bridge!
No effect.
Still no effect.
Admiral, I don't think we're
even penetrating their armour.
We could use mining charges.
They won't work either.
I can see what's happening.
Stand by. All ships,
this is Admiral Mettna.
We're having no impact on their
armour with our weapons.
If they reach the planet,
you know what will happen.
We did our best,
now let's go out fighting.
Disable your containment fields,
prepare for su1c1de runs.
Aim for the bridge of the ships.
And May You Find The One.
General, we're encountering resistance.
But it appears to be a merchant fleet...
Mostly weakly are mining craft, sir.
- Engage them.
- Engage, fire at will.
Sir, their formation suggests
they're preparing for su1c1de runs.
Their whole defence
effort was a su1c1de run.
What a pathetic display.
Mining ships.
Pilot, get me their command craft.
Yes General.
Enemy craft...
You have the honour of being
addressed by his Excellency
General Tannis,
Supreme Commander of the
Defence Forces of the Canisian Suns.
- You will kneel.
- I am Admiral Mettna,
Commander of the armies
of the Republic of...
Shut up and watch.
g*n ship?
This is General Tannis.
Target city of...
Annet on the Northern Continent.
Pilot, what is its population?
Approximately nine million, sir.
Good. Prepare and target a tectonic b*mb.
No! Wait!
We can negotiate terms...
Why do they always think
they can negotiate?
How many times have we heard that, Pilot?
Admiral?
Admiral, do I take it you and
your "fleet" surrender?
- Dear, you hesitated. Fire.
- No...!
Pilot, what is the population
of the city of Annet?
Population, nil, sir.
Now, Admiral, you're going to die.
I'm going to destroy your ship,
and then I'm going to r*pe your planet.
However, if you kneel
and surrender first...
I may allow your remaining fleet to live.
Well? Pilot, destroy a couple of vessels.
No! I surrender!
Finally, reality dawns.
How pathetic.
All vessels fire at will.
And destroy the Admiral's ship last.
This is the President of the
Republic of Santine.
I would like to wish you a good day.
Sadly this day is far from good.
As I speak, Canisian troops
are landing on our precious world.
Today, as I can give you no hope,
I am giving you the last order
that I shall ever give.
Resist the Canisians.
Breathe harder to starve them of air
and as they k*ll you bleed on their boots.
Offer them no compliance,
no words, no recognition
of their existence.
For it is better to die on your feet
than to live on your knees.
Farewell, and may you find The One.
Mister President.
This is illegal.
You are in breach of the
treaty of Carselai.
-You must leave at once.
-I would.
But how can I leave when
you are standing on my...
Planet?
The President is dead.
Long live the republic.
-Pilot, begin a curfew.
-Yes, General.
All Commands!
Enforce a curfew operative immediately.
Anyone found outdoors is
to be sh*t on sight.
I want the Senate cleared
and all members of the
Government brought to me.
And get me some clean boots.
These have got blood on them.
Civilians, move to that side of the hall,
Senators, this side. Move.
We are all members of the Government.
The children too?
Do you think I'm stupid?
You are now under Canisian Command.
You will do exactly as ordered or
you will be k*lled.
This is an outrageous violation.
The UP will hear about this.
And don't hold your breath for the UP.
This world is blockaded.
There is no chance of escape.
There is no way on or off the planet.
No help is coming.
Hello! I'm The Doctor.
Who are you?
I'm the Doctor.
And this is my companion Antimony.
- How do you do.
- What are you doing here?
- What is that machine?
- You see, Antimony?
A sign of a good enquiring mind
someone who asks questions.
What do I always say, Antimony?
Never stop asking questions, Doctor.
- That's my boy.
- How did you get here?
He's going to be unconscious
in just a few seconds
and he's still using his time profitably.
Answer or I fire.
Don't you worry about how we got here.
All you need to know is that two strangers
arrived in a flying box and hit you.
Antimony?
Don't move or I'll...
Good boy.
Tell me, which one of you is
the leader of the resistance?
I'm Senator Sala.
I'm the leader...
-Sala...
-If they find us all they'll k*ll us all anyway,
they're sh**ting people in the streets.
Sir, we intercepted a small atmosphere
skipper leaving the planet.
-And the occupants?
-One alien, female.
Take her to the cells.
Find out who she is and
what she's doing here.
Yes, General.
I'm Senator Sala,
I was chosen as the leader
in the event of an invasion.
Good, now...
Listen, all of you!
Please come inside the Tardis, quickly.
Come on! The Doctor knows what he's doing.
It's bigger on the inside than it looks.
- Yes. Come on.
- Come on now.
And it's slightly more
hospitable than a Canisian cell.
Good morning.
I've come for the prisoner.
What do you mean,
you've come for the prisoner?
Who are you?
You're not even in uniform.
Quite so.
I'm not in uniform
because I'm not in your army.
I have however, managed to come
on board this ship and penetrate
all your security systems with ease.
I am therefore likely to be quite powerful.
Now, give me the prisoner and
save yourself further trouble.
Who are you?
- Put your hands up!
- Oh dear...
I am a God of The Fourth.
Fear me.
Unlock the door.
Now...
Pick up the girl and bring her to me.
Good.
Now, sleep.
And when you wake up you
will devote your life to medicine...
Wake up.
Wake up!
We're leaving.
That's better.
Can you hear me?
Do you remember your name?
Ace.
We had some time to prepare.
A woman with a loud voice
came to the council
and warned us the Canisians were coming.
But then you know that.
- Put your hands up!
- What?
That's brilliant, that is.
We just saved your lives.
We shouldn't have let them come here.
Shall I bash him, Doctor?
No, we need their trust.
This is pointless, we're here to help.
Then why are you leaving us?
While you organise your resistance
I'll visit General Tannis and see if
I can persuade him to be
a bit more neighbourly.
I have a way with power-crazed dictators.
You are lying!
You're working for him!
- No, no!
- Come off it.
Then why do you refuse to share the
technology of your ship or your weapons?
I told you, we don't have any weapons.
Then lend us this Tardis.
We could go to Alpha Canis and destroy
the whole planet in the blink of an eye.
At least give us that
advantage over the Canisians.
-Show us how to use it.
-I can't.
I can't fight with you or for you.
Why not? Are you a coward?
-Are you better than us?
-No, no, no, no.
I'm just bound by a code.
A code?
What sort of code is it?
Do you save people,
but only a little,
just for a short time then
run away and leave them to die?
I wish it were different.
But I can't interfere
in your internal affairs.
Internal affairs?
Do you call the destruction of an
entire city an internal affair?
What kind of insane game are you playing?
We can't risk letting them go.
We should sh**t them
now and take their ship.
All right, please, yes, sh**t me,
get on with it.
I don't mind.
I've been dead before.
- Hang on, Doctor, I haven't.
- But ...
You should know that there are
bigger things at stake than
the fate of this planet.
- What do you mean?
- I mean that if the Canisian occupation
of Santiny becomes permanent,
they will have a springboard
to a thousand other planets,
each with burning holes where cities stood.
If you fight them alone,
the best you can hope
for is to irritate them.
But if you let me,
I can destabilise the Canisian power-base
so that when you strike
it will cr*pple them.
Now, I don't think you're
going to k*ll us in cold blood,
and you don't think
we are going to betray you.
Put the g*n down and let us go.
All right, Hawk.
Now, tell me, Doctor.
While you are creating a great sabotage,
what do you suggest we do?
Rot here and hope the
Canisians don't find us?
The basis of the Canisians' power is money.
If you can sting them economically
that will weaken them greatly.
Fight a guerrilla w*r
and organise your army.
When their leader is weakened,
you'll hear from us.
You must be ready to strike.
Senator Sala...
The trees are burning!
They're on fire.
Look... I can't explain.
You'd better look.
Nobody touch them.
Everybody get back.
Don't worry.
It's not dangerous.
-What?
-We'll be back as soon as we can.
-Come on, laddie.
-Eh? But Doctor...
But wait. What is going on?
What... what does it mean?
I'll explain later.
Doctor, what are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing.
Maybe she's right.
Playing an insane game.
I'm beginning to wonder
how long we can keep this up,
in a complicated age.
Can't interfere,
can't do this,
can't do that.
I sound like a Time Lord.
I thought you were a Time Lord.
If you're going to be rude,
I'm not playing...
What's going on, what...
What's all that tree stuff about?
That, yes, that.
It was a rather unorthodox message to me.
We have to go to Micen Island.
- And what's that?
- It's a planet...
in the heart of the Great Nebula of Orion.
- Doctor...
- Mm?
What do you think's happened to Ace?
Well, they said she left,
I mean, shouldn't we have
heard from her by now?
I'm sure she'll be able
to look after herself.
Wherever she is.
Once, long ago...
Iin the strange dream of history...
There lived an artist named Circassius.
He was a painter of such skill...
That his every picture blazed with passion.
One day...
He painted a woman so beautiful...
That she seemed to come alive.
And as he looked into the
lucent eyes of his creation,
Circassius fell deeply and
inexorably in love with her.
His days and nights were
tormented with impossible desire.
Then, one night...
As he stared at the lifeless
face of his beloved and wept...
He ran outside...
And prayed to his maker.
"Oh, Divine Creator,"
he railed.
"I beg of you."
"Bring her to life,"
"for I cannot be without her."
To his astonishment...
When he next gazed at the painting...
He saw that it moved...
As if the woman were
indeed alive within the picture.
"My dearest,"
cried Circassius.
"Who's calling to me?"
Asked the painting.
"It is I, your creator,"
Cried Circassius.
"But where are you?"
She replied.
"Here. I am here."
"I am ... out,"
He said.
"What is 'out'?"
She answered.
"Are you left..."
"Right, up or down?"
"I am ... out,"
He pleaded.
But she could not see him.
For she lived in a world
of only two dimensions:
Horizontal and vertical.
She was flat.
She could not understand what "out" was.
She could not even
conceive of what it might be.
In her two-dimensional world...
She had nothing to compare it with.
The third dimension was beyond her can.
Out of sight,
out of mind...
Out of her very conception.
And so Circassius ran to the night
to vent his anger at his
maker for this cruel trick.
But as he stared at the heavens...
Another thought came to him.
"Oh maker," he said,
"Where are you?"
And the answer came:
"Out."
So what's that supposed to mean?
It is supposed to mean
that just because you
cannot readily see an order to things,
it does not mean that
such an order does not exist.
So why couldn't you say
that in the first place?
I'd rather you just told me what point
you were trying to make instead of
telling me fairy stories.
I'm not a child, you know.
Age is not a measure of wisdom.
But a wise man learns...
And a fool teaches.
Well, that makes you a fool, then.
Considering I am with
you of my own free will,
I fear it does.
So what are you doing here?
Why did you rescue me from the ship?
And why won't you
tell me what I'm doing here?
I have already done that.
You are here to learn.
Learn what?
If I could tell you in a few words,
it wouldn't be worth learning.
Spare me.
Then who are you?
I am Casmus.
Your teacher.
What if I don't want to learn?
Go.
Look, all I'm saying is that...
What do you know about gravity?
- Look, if you...
- Don't you know?
Such a simple thing.
Of course I know.
- It's a force of attraction.
- And who made it?
Who made that force
that makes one body attract another?
Isaac Newton, wasn't it?
Isaac who?
I suppose he was the one who
discovered it for your culture.
No doubt he fell out of a tower or
a fruit fell on his head
like all the others.
What is gravity made from?
What is its substance?
It has no substance.
It's, erm ...
I don't know.
It has no substance,
it is not made from physical things...
And yet it...
Exists.
It has no substance,
and yet it is far more
powerful than any w*apon,
any planet, any sun.
That...
Is the power of the One.
It is the prime mover,
the cause of all things.
It is the deep sublime
intelligence of the universe.
And where there is intelligence...
There is a pattern...
And where there is a pattern...
There is...
Predictability.
Here...
You must learn to predict
the movements of the universe.
Where others see the bird...
Onde outros veem o pássaro...
You must see the flock.
Properly secured, sir.
And the Parliament building?
Where's the Government?
Eu quero aqueles Senadores!
I want those Senators!
Didn't we send a unit in?
-None's announced, sir.
-What!
Take your unit and meet me
at the Parliament building, immediately.
Who did this?
On your feet, soldier.
Where are the Senators?
Sir, they ...
Sir, you won't believe it...
What?
Get to the point now!
Sir, two men arrived in a ...
A flying box and rescued everyone.
Really?
You're right.
I don't believe it.
Now, people don't just vanish into nothing.
Scour the complex.
Where are they?
Save us, Doctor.
-Where am I?
-Save us.
-Where am I?
-On the edge.
- Save us.
-The edge of what?
On the edge.
On the edge.
- Save us.
- What is the edge?
You shalt not break the laws of destiny...
Save us, save us...
I can't save you...
I can't save you.
I can't save...
- Can't save...
- Wake up, Doctor.
Doctor ... Doctor. What...
What can't you save me from?
It was ... oh, a bad dream, my boy.
- What's wrong?
- The Tardis has landed.
-We're here.
-Micen Island.
What is this place, Doctor?
It must be ancient.
This is the Temple of the Fourth.
It's been abandoned for a long time.
It's so peaceful.
-Does anyone live on this planet?
-Not any more.
Who are those statues of?
They're Time Lords, like me, but long gone.
-Did you know them?
-Some of them.
And what's that writing?
It's an epitaph.
An epitaph from a bygone age.
If there be blood on my sword,
let it be my own.
Something like that.
-And what about the writing on the tablets?
-So many questions.
But you told me to question everything.
Yes, forgive me, yes ...
Yes, it says...
We serve the many...
Till the many are One...
Until twilight falls...
And Death comes to Time.
-What's going on, Doctor?
-Hide, come on!
But I thought you said it was...
Doctor! My dear Doctor,
how splendid to see you.
So, what have you to report?
Anything interesting?
Nothing special.
We were on Santiny. You?
I was chasing the tears of Saint Laurence.
Quite magnificent.
-What for?
-What for?
For the spectacle, old boy.
Great streams of fire across the heavens.
Time was you were the explorer amongst us.
Time was, I had time to explore.
Tell me, why all the fireworks
and the burning bushes?
I mean, couldn't you have summoned
me in a more discreet manner?
Discreet?
Who but you would know it was me?
Communications would be intercepted.
Besides...
I don't think there's anything wrong
with the odd bit of excitement.
Perhaps.
But I think it might have been
wise to be less blatant.
By the way, where's your assistant?
She wandered off on her
own devices a while ago.
It was on a planet in Alnilam.
Anyway, I prefer travelling on my own.
What? But you know the laws.
Laws!
I was at the signing of the
treaty of Carselai, don't forget.
I swallowed insult after insult.
I was made to make sacrifices that
I couldn't stand to do,
But I did it anyway...
And all the while...
I knew I could bend Time
and gravity to make it better.
What use is this talk?
I mean, what are you saying,
you know it's pointless.
Haven't you thought these
thoughts and forgotten them yet?
We can't live with these ideas.
They're not for us.
Doctor, that is an ideal.
Do you really think we can live amongst
them and detach ourselves completely?
No one is immune to emotions.
But you know what happened here.
Have you remembered nothing?
Anyway, you didn't...
Bring me here for a philosophical
discussion, though.
No, my dear Doctor, no. I did not.
Well, why here?
And why all the secrecy?
Two Time Lords...
Have d*ed...
Violently.
Who d*ed?
The Saints...
Antenor and Valentine.
It ...
Bothers me.
Why? Even Time Lords die.
No, it's - it's not that, it's deeper...
I sense something unnerving...
Something ...
Terrible is about to happen...
And I sense...
That the taking of the lives of Antenor
and Valentine is the herald of a ...
of a larger pattern.
I was hoping you would
have some thoughts.
What do your dreams tell you?
Nothing special.
Save us, Doctor.
What about you?
I see ...
Water.
Wells, cataracts, whirlpools.
Whirlpools.
What does it mean?
I wish I knew...
But they feel ominous.
And the dream...
Lingers in my thinking long after I wake.
The first thing is to find out what
happened to the Saints.
Precisely. And as you were
closest to their work,
you are to investigate
that as a matter of urgency.
- But what about my work on Santiny?
- I am to go in your place.
Is there anything special I need to know?
Let me see...
Sentin. Yes, it's sun is Saeef, isn't it?
The Canisians have no doubt invaded by now?
- And you'll be seeding a rebellion, I suppose.
- Exactly.
I'll transmit the co-ordinates and
contacts when you send me yours.
Well then ...
Good luck, Doctor.
And to you.
And be careful.
- Of what?
- I don't know.
Whirlpools?
Come on, man. Talk!
It was just like I said, General, sir.
I was guarding the girl and then...
The old man came and he...
He just spoke to me and...
I did it.
I it was like...
It was like the voice of a God, General.
He spoke and I just had to do what he said.
And he took the girl and...
And then he vanished...
Another vanishing?
This is becoming interesting.
You didn't think of anything original,
like sh**ting him, then?
I tried, General, but ...
Sir, if I may say,
you're looking awfully tired.
You ought to rest and drink lots of water.
Insolence! I'll have you sh*t!
- No!
- You...
No, Pilot.
So you're worried about my health?
Yes, sir. You seem agitated.
I'll have your blood pressure
checked if I was you, sir.
I could do it for you if you like, sir...
You're very kind, soldier.
You're very kind.
Perhaps...
Yu would like to get away
from all this beastly warfare
and concentrate on curing disease?
Yes, sir.
That would be very nice.
Wouldn't it?
I have the very place for you, soldier.
There is a planet called Anima Persis,
where none of the diseases has a cure,
except that on Anima Persis,
none of the diseases has a victim.
The inhabitants d*ed long ago
from the results of biochemical warfare.
Legend has it that only mutated
monstrosities and the
vengeful spirits of the dead remain...
- Take him away!
- No, no!
- Pilot?
- Yes, General?
I want to know what's going on.
We can't fight an enemy we can't see.
Scan all our data sources
for incidents of vanishings,
flying boxes, or anything else
that might be unusual.
I'll find whoever is behind this.
Time is the key, Pilot.
- That's the link.
- Yes, General.
And if I'm right...
He won't be vanishing for much longer.
After all...
Even Time Lords die.