Tell me you're not an archaeologist.
Got a problem with archaeologists?
I'm a time-traveller.
I point and laugh at archaeologists.
The Doctor. The hero...
Hold on, hold on!
..who's humorous... Who are you?
I am...Spartacus.
..humble...
Bit of a legend, if I say so myself.
He's a maverick time-traveller,
who has selflessly saved
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The Doctor is a character that
anyone would adore being around.
I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord.
I'm from the planet Gallifrey in
the constellation of Kasterborous.
I'm years old.
I'm the man who'll save
your lives and all billion people
on the planet below. Come with me!
Got a problem with that? Allons-y.
Aghhhh! Hold on!
It's the end of the universe.
Get out!
Don't I know you?
He has many human qualities
for someone who's not a human,
and that's interesting.
He makes life fun.
He certainly does.
And being with the Doctor
is never dull.
It's a rollercoaster of emotion.
Let me in!
Oh! I'm thick!
Look at me! I'm old and thick!
Head's too full of stuff.
I need a bigger head!
Run!
This country has been sick.
This country needs healing.
This country needs medicine.
In fact, I'd go so far as to say
that what this country
really needs...right now...
is a doctor.
Come with me.
The Doctor, whatever he looks like,
is not one of us,
and I find that
a fascinating area.
He has very human qualities, and
they're very conflicting qualities,
exactly because he isn't human.
My planet's gone.
It's dead.
It burnt, like the Earth.
There was a sense with
the ninth Doctor that he was
still feeling
the after-effects of w*r,
and he found life quite hard work,
and things cost him quite a lot.
I know where you're from.
It's remarkable that you even exist.
I just wanted to say how sorry I am.
There was a sense that with the
regeneration, he was reborn and
he could leave some of that behind.
It's a bit dodgy, this process.
You never know what you're
gonna end up with.
Possibly more than we expected.
The regeneration from the ninth
Doctor to the tenth Doctor,
was a huge risk...
What's going on? I absorbed
all the energy of the time vortex,
and no-one's meant to do that.
Every cell in my body's dying.
..because, although we, as more
adults, know what regeneration is,
you had a whole generation who knew
nothing about regeneration.
That was a weird sentence.
Time Lords have this little trick.
It's sort of a way of cheating death.
It means I'm going to change.
And I'm not going to see you again.
Not like this,
not with this daft old face.
It's interesting, cos people say
there's no room for development in
the character, but clearly there is.
Before I go, I just want
to tell you, you were fantastic.
Absolutely fantastic.
And you know what?
So was I.
It's not just between incarnations,
where each Doctor has
a different personality,
but the idea that the sort of
wounded ninth Doctor
has absolutely recovered
by the next regeneration.
Talk about making an entrance.
The freshly regenerated Doctor
is quite literally a new man.
He was reborn, and he could
leave some of that behind,
and he could enjoy being with Rose.
He could enjoy running through
the universe and having a laugh.
Travelling with you, I love it.
Me too. Come on!
It was a cacophony of colour,
a cacophony of sound.
Oh! They're thick! They're so
completely thick, they wiped
the records! Oh, that's clever(!)
There is a great humour to him.
k*ll him!
Wait! You can't, not now.
Come on, Max.
You're giving me so much
good material, like...
how to get AHEAD in business.
Oh, the office joker!
He always needs to question
what it is he has to do, and why.
I don't understand.
I was expected down here.
You need me for something. What for?
His wonder at the world and wonder
at people's stupidity, in a way.
Human beings. You are amazing! Ha!
Thank you. Not at all.
Apart from that,
you're completely mad.
He's smart, that's the thing.
He's hyper-intelligent,
hyper-smart, but never smug,
and that's what I like about him.
Preferring to use
his brains over brawn...
Sontaran! Hey, fascinating, isn't it?
Isn't that worth keeping me alive?
..our time-travelling hero
never carries a g*n.
I warn you, I'm armed!
Well, almost never.
Drop your weapons. We're unarmed.
Look, no weapons, never any weapons.
The Doctor avoids v*olence
with wit and charm.
We stare into the face of death.
Yeah? Well, stare at this.
So just like the TARDIS, his brain
must be bigger on the inside.
No, wait! Oi! Hands!
Shadow. Look. What about it?
What's casting it?
The whole of London's been sealed off
and the population's been taken
inside that place, to be converted.
We've got to get in and
shut it down. How do we do that?
I'll think of something.
After all these years,
you knew who you were.
And then it all kicks off,
because this isn't just a duel.
It's a Vespiform telepathic recorder.
I still don't understand
where that thing came from.
From dormant genes in Lazarus's DNA.
The energy field reactivated them.
Nice shoes, by the way.
The Skasis Paradigm. cr*ck that,
you've got control of the
building blocks of the universe.
The Wire's got big plans. It's
going to harvest half the population.
Millions and millions of people.
Where are we? Muswell Hill.
Muswell Hill... Muswell Hill!
Which means...Alexandra Palace!
Biggest TV transmitter
in north London. Oh!
That's why it chose this place. All
these things, they're not separate,
they're connected! My head!
What if this house is a trap for you?
Is that right, ma'am? Obviously.
That's what the wolf intended.
What if there's a trap
inside the trap? Enlighten me.
What, the soothsayer doesn't know?
A seed may float on the breeze
in any direction.
I knew you'd say that.
Explain yourself.
What if his father and your husband
weren't telling each other stories?
They dared to imagine all this was
true, and they planned against it,
laying the real trap not for you,
but for the wolf.
It's an energy converter.
An energy converter of what?
I don't know.
I love not knowing.
Keeps me on my toes.
Hold on. There are three important,
brilliant, complicated reasons why
you should listen to me. One. Doctor!
He's not a soldier, and yet
in his own...almost passive way,
he is constantly trying
to rid the universe of evil.
Next ghost shift's in two minutes.
Cancel it. I don't think so.
I'm warning you, cancel it!
Exactly as the legends would have
it - the Doctor lording it over us!
I thought there was a lovely moment
there. Dave and I both said it.
It was a moment of... There was
an intellectual face-off.
Positions.
Ghost shift in one minute.
Miss Hartman, please don't do it.
We have done this a thousand times.
Then stop at a thousand!
We're in control of the ghosts.
"You will not order me."
"You will not order me."
The levers can open the bridge,
but equally, they can close it.
OK. Is that it? No. Fair enough.
Don't mind me.
Any chance of a cup of tea?
He almost bends her down with
his will... Can't wait to see it.
..but she's not going to give in
easily. You can't stop us, Doctor.
Watch the fireworks.
Five, four, three, two...
Stop the shift.
I said, stop.
I thought that was quite a nice
little frisson moment of two minds
really battling it out
for supremacy. Thank you.
Is it PE? Wouldn't mind a
kick-around. I've got me daps on.
I suppose you're the Doctor. Hello.
What I like about the writing
of the first meeting
between the Doctor and Luke
is that Luke doesn't clock on
for quite a while
that this guy's equal,
of equal intelligence, to him.
Your commanding
officer phoned ahead.
I haven't got a commanding officer.
Have you? He realises
there's something going on here.
Ooh! Gravity simulators.
And this man's quite an intellect.
Terraforming, biospheres,
nanotech steel construction.
This is brilliant!
I also quite like the idea that
they have this sort of quite
catty, queeny fight between them.
Do you know, with equipment like
this, you could...ooh, I don't know,
move to another planet, or something.
This sort of intellectual...
A genius-off between them.
If only that was possible.
I love the conditional clause line.
If only that WERE possible.
Conditional clause.
That's brilliant, because it's that
sort of pernickety pedantry.
That's who Luke always was at
school. The grammar pedant, maybe.
I do that myself!
I was thinking,
what a responsible -year-old.
Inventing zero-carbon cars...
saving the world.
Takes a man with vision.
Mmm. Blinkered vision.
ATMOS means more people driving.
More cars, more petrol. The oil's
going to run out faster than ever.
The ATMOS system could make things
worse. That's a tautology.
You can't say "ATMOS system".
Atmospheric Omissions System -
so "Atmospheric omissions
system system."
Do you see, Mr Conditional Clause?
What a brilliant putdown. I like
that, because it shows him reduced
to this quite pathetic individual...
It's been a long time since
anyone said no to you, isn't it?
..who'll quibble over
these tiny, trivial details.
I'm still right, though. Not easy,
is it, being clever?
But you know, the Doctor doesn't
always talk his way out of danger.
There are times when he has
no choice but to stand and fight,
and then there are other times
when it's best to just run.
SCREAMING
There is a lot of running
and jumping and diving around.
Run! Run!
There's sword fights...
things exploding...
diving down shafts.
Going down.
BOTH SCREAM
I quite enjoy all that.
I'd done quite a lot of sword
fighting before.
Classical theatre tends to
have a sword fight in it somewhere,
so I'd done a few of them.
I challenge you!
LAUGHS
I had endless sword fight rehearsals
for those first few weeks,
for this huge sword fight,
which in the end was cut down
to a couple of minutes on screen.
Look out!
You often fight with little fencing
foils, but those big broadswords,
that's a different thing.
There was a lot more
in that sword fight.
It's good fun.
It's part of being in the playground,
isn't it? Diving around.
I win.
I've been delighted that the Doctor's
got to be as physical as he has been.
As a doctor, I recommend a
vigorous jog. Good for the health.
Get inside!
Doctor Who is all about running.
And I sort of knew that
before I even read the episode,
and thought, "I'm going
to have to get fit for this."
Who is she? She's my daughter.
Hello, Dad.
But I never anticipated how
much running there would be in it.
What were we saying about running?
It is quite absurd,
how every single scene,
they're running to somewhere or
from someone or away from something.
But it's brilliant, and that's
what Doctor Who should be.
Brilliant! You were brilliant!
Doctor!
HE CHUCKLES
David and I have these coats
to deal with.
They're extra long, because
they're what we call hero coats.
So when you're running,
they flow behind you,
Or when you're standing in the wind,
they blow in a certain way.
They're made specially for us.
David and I have
this little competition
to see who can run the fastest,
because I'm older than David.
Is it me, or does that
look like a hunt?
So I have this thing that I'm not
going to let the young 'un b*at me.
Oh, I miss this!
But there's a hierarchy.
Doctor must be in front.
The next in line would be Jack, and
then you have the female assistant,
and that is partially because
the female can't
keep up with David and I.
Dave and I are like, "Come on,
we're gonna compete!"
And I've got the canister
that has the Doctor's hand in
a rucksack on my back.
David's just got the coat.
I've got my coat and the rucksack
and the hand, and I'm legging it.
I'm legging it and finally we
get to the end and I'm...
HE GASPS
And David turns to me and goes,
"Having a bit of trouble, old man?"
And Freema's running behind going,
"Can you guys wait up, please?"
So yeah, running is a big thing.
Have pity! Moisturise me!
Oh, Doctor!
Help her. Everything has its time,
and everything dies.
I'm...too...young!
He's a Time Lord with limits,
but he'll always give his foes
one final chance to quit.
Fascinating.
Your people were peaceful
to the point of indolence.
You seem to be something new.
Would you declare w*r on us, Doctor?
I'm so old now.
I used to have so much mercy.
You get one warning.
That was it.
"No second chances" is one of his
earliest lines. "No second chances.
I'm that sort of man."
Aaagh!
No second chances.
I'm that sort of a man.
And what a man.
He single-handedly defeats
the savage Sycorax,
and brings the Prime Minister
back down to Earth with a bump.
By the ancient rites of combat,
I forbid you to scavenge here
for the rest of time.
When you talk of the Earth,
it is defended.
The first thing I sh*t was
the scene at the end.
"Don't you think she looks tired?"
That scene, where I condemn Harriet
Jones to a life on the backbenches.
Harriet Jones, Prime Minister.
HE SPEAKS SYCORAXIC
Yes, we know who you are. ' % of
the time, we do see this quirky,'
full of energy, happy guy...
Did you miss me?
..who's just up for everything,
and it's all perfectly positive.
You left me! I had all the food!
Tell them to fire.
That was m*rder. We forget,
sometimes, that he is an alien.
That was defence.
But they were leaving.
We have to defend ourselves.
I should have told them to run
as fast as they can.
Run and hide, because the
monsters are coming. The human race.
Those are the people I represent.
I did it on their behalf.
I should've stopped you. What you
see isn't just what you get.
I could bring down your government
with a single word. I don't think
you're capable of that.
You're right. Not a single word.
Just six. I don't think so.
Don't you think she looks tired?
When suddenly confronted with
a different moral code,
or the sacrifice of someone
like Harriet Jones
in The Christmas Invasion,
who we have completely loved
as an ally,
and suddenly she makes
a very human...political,
pragmatic decision,
and the Doctor just cuts her dead.
What did he say? Nothing, really.
What did he say!
Nothing. I don't know... Doctor!
Doctor, what did you...
What did he say?
I thought that was fantastic,
and rather chilling,
especially at Christmas!
But how do you travel in time?
What makes it go?
Oh, let's take the fun and mystery
out of everything. You don't want to
know, it just does. Hold on tight!
The TARDIS is a somewhat
temperamental time machine,
so the Doctor often has
terrible trouble knowing when,
or where, he'll end up.
Martha, have you met my friend?
I wonder what year it is.
The Empire State Building's not
finished yet. Work in progress.
Still got a couple of floors to go.
If I know my history, that
makes the date... November st, .
You're good at this.
I got the flight wrong. I don't care.
It's not , it's .
I don't care. And it's not Naples.
I don't care.
One of the great things
about this show is that it can be
anywhere and any when.
You don't know what's coming,
cos there's time travel, which is
this wonderful storytelling device.
Travels in the TARDIS
very rarely go smoothly,
and this voyage to Victorian London
was no different, except that
here the trouble is a double.
You there, boy, what day is this?
, sir.
Right. Nice year. Bit dull.
Doctor! ]
Doctor! ]
Who, me?
Don't worry! Stand back.
What have we got here?
Ooh. Don't worry, stand back!
What have we got here?
Hold on, who are you? I'm the Doctor.
He arrives in London
and meets another Doctor
who's lost his partner
in a tragic way.
So there's a kindred there.
If you could stand back, sir,
this is a job for a Time Lord.
For a what Lord?
There's lots of reasons
why it would be quite comforting
to meet someone who can empathise
with his experience.
I've heard all about you, Doctor.
Bit of a legend, if I say so myself.
Modesty forbids me to agree
with you, sir, but yes, I am.
A legend with...certain
memories missing, am I right?
How do you know that?
You've forgotten me.
JL. The watch is Jackson Lake's.
But I'm the Doctor.
You became the Doctor,
because the infostamp you picked up
was a book about one particular man.
That's you.
Time Lord,
TARDIS, enemy of the Cybermen.
The one and the only.
'He was a man who'd gone through
terrible trauma,'
who'd lost his wife
and lost his child, lost his memory.
See, the infostamp streamed
all that information about me
right inside your head.
He was living in
a fusion of pain, really,
that Doctor Who was able to sort of
ease him out of.
What you suffered is called a fugue.
A fugue state -
where the mind just runs away
because it can't bear to look back.
You wanted to become someone else...
because Jackson Lake
had lost so much.
He's slightly a broken person
within that episode,
'so it's about them both dealing
with their past and their loss.'
I k*lled her!
'The Doctor's interference
with him'
means that he's able to move on
and grow and be a father
and possibly have
a relationship with his companion.
All those facts and figures
I saw of the Doctor's life,
you were never alone.
All those bright
and shining companions...
But not any more?
No.
Might I ask why not?
They leave.
Because they should,
or they find someone else.
And some of them,
some of them...forget me.
I suppose in the end...
..they break my heart.
Jackson Lake catches the Doctor,
and he can see that he's
slightly bluffing, he's
full of bravado, and he has to go.
I take it this is goodbye?
Onwards and upwards.
He sees something in this man
that he needs to have,
particularly on Christmas Day,
he needs companionship.
That offer of Christmas dinner.
It's no longer a request,
it's a demand.
In memory of those we've lost.
Oh, go on, then.
Really? Just this once, you've
actually gone and changed my mind.
Not many people can do that.
Jackson, if anyone had to be
the Doctor, I'm glad it was you.
For me, it's the scene of the show.
The feast awaits. Come with me.
Walk this way. I certainly will.
It's a scene about the whole series.
So it was very,
very moving, I thought.
People don't understand time.
It's not what you think it is.
Then what is it? Complicated.
Now and again,
it's interesting to look
more objectively at what
being a traveller in time means...
People assume that time is a strict
progression of cause to effect,
but actually, from a non-linear,
non-subjective viewpoint, it's
more like a big ball of
wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey...stuff.
..and why that would
make your life very complicated
and why that would give you some
very difficult moral decisions.
There's always a problem with any
story involving time travel as to
establishing what the rules are.
Because if the Doctor can
travel back and forth in time,
you know, at will,
then if he does something in ,
how does that affect things in ?
You know, you have to establish
some ground rules.
But on a time trip to meet
her father, the temptation to save
his life proves too much for Rose.
God, this is it.
This is the last time we can be here.
Rose, no!
ENGINE REVS
I saved your life!
The Doctor's always said you mustn't
interfere with history.
So it's OK when YOU go to other
times and you save people's lives,
but not me saving my dad?
I know what I'm doing, you don't.
But he's alive! My entire
planet d*ed. My whole family.
Do you think it never occurred to me
to go back and save them?
It's not like I've changed history.
There's a man alive in the world
who wasn't alive before. That's the
most important thing in creation.
The whole world's different
because he is alive.
As rule-breaking Rose realises,
meddling with time
has its consequences.
Time's been damaged, and they've
come to sterilise the wound...
by consuming everything inside.
But going by the book
doesn't have to be boring.
There's still time and space
for a bit of fun.
I can travel in time.
Get out of here. I'll prove it.
I quite like the slight nuancing
of that role
we've done in recent years
by saying that there are
fixed points in time, and
there are fluid moments in time.
Like so.
See?
A Time Lord or a time-sensitive
is aware of when you can
fiddle and when you can't.
Told you. That was this morning.
But...did you...oh, my God!
You can travel in time!
But if you could see me this
morning, why didn't you tell me
not to go into work?
Crossing into established events
is strictly forbidden,
except for cheap tricks.
There are strict guidelines in
terms of what you can and can't do,
and I think the Doctor's
always aware of that,
so he can guide the companion.
Are we safe? I mean,
can we move around and stuff?
Course we can. Why do you ask?
It's like in the films.
You step on a butterfly, you change
the future of the human race.
Don't...step on any butterflies.
What have butterflies
ever done to you?
You kind of think, OK,
maybe you don't have to tiptoe
so much around things.
You can go and talk to people
and touch people, and you won't
spread the flu or whatever.
What if...I don't know,
what if I k*ll my grandfather?
Are you planning to? No! Well, then.
And of course, part of the role of
the Doctor's travelling companions
has always been to challenge that.
Where is everything?
Try this way.
'If you can set a story within
something that's part of all
our cultural historical knowledge,'
something like the Pompeii story...
We're in Pompeii.
And it's volcano day.
It's a wonderful, extraordinary
story anyway.
The TARDIS has gone.
Excuse me.
There was a box. Big blue wooden box
just over there. Where's it gone?
Sold it, didn't I?
It lends itself to the
extraordinary world of the Doctor.
Positions!
And it's up Pompeii where the
question of time-travelling ethics
really erupts.
There you go.
Thank you, kind sir.
I'm a marble inspector. By the
gods of commerce, an inspection!
Nothing to worry about.
I'm sure you've got nothing
to hide although, frankly,
that object looks like wood to me.
I told you to get rid of it.
I only bought it today.
What do you do in old Pompeii,
then, girls your age? You got mates?
Do you hang around the shops?
TK Maxx-imus?
The destruction of Pompeii was a
fixed point in time...
..and that allows
this wonderful scene where Donna
insists that they save somebody, and
the Doctor insists that they can't.
God save us, Doctor!
No!
Doctor, you can't!
You can't just leave them!
History's back in place,
and everyone dies.
You've got to go back. Doctor, I'm
telling you, take this thing back!
It's not fair. No, it's not.
To be fair,
the Doctor always warned Donna off.
He always said, "It's not gonna
be a barrel of laughs,"
and she chose to come anyway.
But at the same time, our humanity
acts as a check for the Doctor.
But your own planet...
It burnt.
That's just it. Don't you see, Donna?
Can't you understand?
If I could go back and save them,
I would, but I can't.
I can never go back.
I can't. I just can't. I can't.
Just someone.
Please.
Not the whole town.
Just save someone.
Come with me.
That breaks the rules. That's not
what a Time Lord's allowed to do,
or anyone is allowed to do.
Who are you, Doctor,
with your words, and your temple
containing such size within?
Oh, I was never here.
Don't tell anyone.
Of course, you can never
accuse the Doctor
of being stuck in the past.
Some of his amazing adventures
actually mean he's
way ahead of his time.
It's the year , , , .
This is New Earth.
One of the wonderful things
about Who is the fact
that you time-travel,
the fact that you have the TARDIS,
and you can go to any time period,
any planet, any galaxy.
'Shuttles five and six,
now docking'.
Any spaceship. ' st century.'
Dagmar Cluster - you're a long way
from home, Mickey.
, light years from your old
world, and we're in NEW New York.
Sapphire waterfall.
A waterfall made of sapphires.
This enormous jewel the size of
a glacier
reaches the Cliffs of Oblivion and
shatters into sapphires. They fall
, feet into a crystal ravine.
Bet you say that to all the girls.
Come on! They're boarding now.
It's no fun if I see it on my own.
I'll let the Doctor describe it.
The fourth great and
bountiful human empire.
And there it is,
Planet Earth at its height.
He's your boyfriend.
Not any more.
'..and the driving should be clear
and easy, with extra lanes open
for the New New Jersey Expressway'.
That's more like it.
That's the view we had last time.
This is the lower levels.
Because it can be anywhere
and because of the scope
for storytelling that we're afforded
by the show, it's so exciting to come
across each new story each time.
But it's by going back in time that
gives The Doctor
a chance to meet some of his
heroes.
There would be
many perks of time travel, but I
dare say that one of them would be,
um, meeting people from the past.
It's funny, because when I've been
asked "If you had a time machine,
"where would you go?",
I and a lot of people that
I've asked tend to say backwards.
Charles II? Henry VIII?
I know, what about Agatha Christie?
I'd love to meet Agatha Christie.
I bet she's brilliant.
To put the Doctor alongside
some of these extraordinary
characters from Earth's own history,
it's too good an opportunity to miss.
Agatha Christie. Agatha Christie!
Talking about you the other day.
I said "I bet she's brilliant". I'm
the Doctor. This is Donna.
I love your stuff. What a mind!
You fool me every time.
Well, almost every time.
Well, once or twice.
Well, once. But it was a good one.
If you could go anywhere, not so
many people say "I'd go forwards".
You want to go back, cos you kind
of want to experience things that
you know about,
but first hand.
Might I introduce Her Majesty,
Queen Victoria, Empress of India
and Defender of the Faith.
It makes sense somehow to
put the Doctor into those worlds,
and see how he reacts.
I dub thee Sir Doctor of TARDIS.
And because the Doctor's, you might
say, an arrogant fellow at times,
there's something thrilling about
seeing him meet one of his heroes.
Oi, you! Follow that hearse!
You can't do that, sir! Why not?
I'll give you a very good reason
why not - because this is my coach!
Get in, then!
Move!
You're losing them!
Everything in order, Mr Dickens?
No, it is not. What did he say?
Let me say,
I'm not without a sense of humour...
Dickens? Yes. Charles Dickens?
Yes. The Charles Dickens?
Should I remove the gentleman?
Charles Dickens!
You're brilliant, you are!
% brilliant. I've read 'em all.
Great Expectations, Oliver Twist,
and what's the one with the ghost?
Christmas Carol?
No, the one with the trains.
The Signalman. Terrifying.
The best short story ever written.
You're a genius!
You want me to get rid of him?
No, I think he can stay.
Oh, yes! The Globe Theatre.
Is Shakespeare in there? Oh, yes.
Ms Jones, will you
accompany me to the theatre?
Mr Smith, I will!
In Elizabethan England,
the globe-trotting Doctor
finds out first-hand just how
difficult Shakespeare can be.
Hello. Excuse me.
Not interrupting, am I?
Mr Shakespeare, isn't it? Oh, no.
No, no, who let you in?
No autographs.
No, you can't have yourself
sketched with me, and please don't
ask where I get my ideas from.
Thanks for the interest.
Now be a good boy and shove...
Hey, nonny, nonny!
To be or not to be.
Oh. That's quite good.
You should write that down.
I must work.
I have a play to complete.
All the world's a stage.
Hmm. I might use that.
Rage, rage, against the dying
of the light. I might use that.
You can't, it's someone else's.
Good luck, Doctor.
Good luck, Shakespeare.
Once more unto the breach!
I like that!
Wait a minute, that's one of mine.
If you're going to tell a story
about a playwright's words being
h*jacked by an alien species...
Speed the words...to writer's hand.
Then you might as well make that
playwright the most famous
playwright that's ever lived.
The witches have had their wicked
way, and our wordsmith Will is
completely under their spell.
Love's Labour's Won. I don't think
much of sequels,
never as good as the original.
Have you seen this last bit? Must
have been dozing off when he wrote
that. Dunno what it means.
Love's Labour's Won.
There's evidence to suggest there's
a play by Shakespeare called that.
I'm sorry, but stop.
This performance must end
immediately.
Oh, everyone's a critic.
The wordsmith! Fear not.
I have the doll.
This play must not be performed.
You could argue that that's really
Much Ado About Nothing, or it
never really existed or...but
you know...you could also argue
that there was a play called Love's
Labour's Won, and it got sucked up
into the heavens by the Carrionites
being trapped between dimensions.
They come.
They come!
And here's proof, if needed,
that the pen really is mightier.
The shape of the Globe gives words
power, but you're the wordsmith,
the one true genius, the only man
clever enough to do it! What words? I
have none ready. You're Shakespeare!
I think it's more fun to believe
that, isn't it?
Words of power!
Foul Carrionite spectres,
cease your show!
Between the points...
!
!
Vanish like a tinker's cuss,
I say to thee...
Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!
Expelliarmus!
Good old JK!
Love's Labour's Won. There it goes.
I mean, Shakespeare.
To get to meet him...I would
have loved to have done that!
Look sharp, we have guests.
Next, another novel idea.
The Doctor and Donna find themselves
at a s dinner party, where
they encounter a mystery author.
I say, what are you doing
with that lead piping?
But that's impossible. No!
m*rder, m*rder!
Oh, my goodness!
Bashed on the head. Blunt instrument.
Somebody is picking off
all the friends and staff in the
mansion, and we don't know who.
Agatha and I will question the
suspects. You search the bedrooms.
Look for clues (any more residue).
You'll need this. Is that for real?
Go on. You're ever so plucky.
Right, then. Solving a m*rder mystery
with Agatha Christie, brilliant!
Aaagh! I've been poisoned.
What do we do?
What do we do? Bitter almonds.
It's cyanide. Sparkling cyanide!
My overriding memory
is that David had to
eat an awful lot of nuts, and drink
an awful lot of flat ginger ale.
Ginger beer.
I beg your pardon? I need ginger
beer! The gentleman's gone mad!
I'm an expert in poisons, Doctor!
There's no cure. It's fatal!
Not for me! I can stimulate the
inhibited enzymes into reverse.
I need protein!
Walnuts? Brilliant.
I can't understand! How many words?
One word.
Shake, milk, shake, milk!
No, not milk.
Shake, shake, cocktail shaker!
You want a Harvey Wallbanger?
Harvey Wallbanger!
Well, I don't know!
How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?
What do need, Doctor? Salt!
I was miming salt!
I need something salty!
What about this?
What is it? Salt. That's too salty.
Oh, that's too salty.
What about this?
What's that? Anchovies.
What else?
It's a song. Mammy!
I don't know, Camptown Races?
Camptown Races?!
All right, then, Towering Inferno!
It's a shock! I need a shock.
Right, then, big shock,
coming up.
Detox.
I must do that more
often...I mean, the detox.
As you'd expect,
saving the world is a bit tricky,
and that means that the Doctor
often puts himself on the line.
You will die, Doctor.
Yeah, the Doctor is often
willing to put his own life
before that of others.
All right, so it's my turn!
He offers himself up to the Daleks.
k*ll me if it'll stop you
attacking these people!
He does the same with the Sontarans.
Sontarans are never defeated.
They'll be getting ready for w*r.
And well, you know, I've recalibrated
this for Sontaran air, so...
You'll k*ll yourself.
Disappears into the Satan Pit without
really knowing what he's off to face.
If they get back in touch, if you
talk to Rose, just tell her...
Tell her...oh, she knows.
He's always been willing
to put himself first.
Please,
I'm begging you, I'll do anything!
Put me in her place.
You can do anything to me,
just get her out!
And to allow his own life, er,
for the lives of his companions,
or even sometimes for the lives
of people he doesn't know well.
He's got that selflessness.
Go on. Baptise them.
Dalek-humans, take aim.
Which...at times, borders on a
recklessness, which I think is
perhaps indicative of
where he's been and
what he's been through.
I've got my little straw.
That's nice. Steady him.
I will be the destroyer
of our greatest enemy.
Then do it. Do it! Just do it!
Do it!
What are you waiting for?
Give the command.
Exterminate!
I don't think he has a death wish.
Obey. Dalek-humans will obey.
He's certainly not afraid to...
to confront his own mortality,
and look death fairly squarely
in the eye.
They're not f*ring.
What have you done?
You will obey.
Exterminate! Why?
Daleks do not question orders.
But why? He has a very,
very well-defined sense of morality,
which is immovable for him.
And if that means sacrificing himself
to pursue that, then he will
quite readily do that.
You drank his blood,
the Doctor's blood?
Oh, I don't mind. Scan all you like.
Non-human. What?
He gave his life so they would find
you. Confirmed. Plasmavore.
No!
He has a habit of getting into
hazardous situations, so being
anywhere near The Doctor
can be dangerous.
Mickey, Captain, what are you doing?
I've got a warp star wired into the
mainframe. I break the shell,
the entire Crucible goes up.
You can't! Where did you get
a warp star? I'll do it.
Don't imagine I wouldn't.
His world seems to be steeped
in death and destruction,
and it's an intriguing paradox
that the Doctor himself struggles
to come to terms with at times.
And the prophecy unfolds.
The Doctor's soul is revealed.
Hee hee! See him.
See the heart of him.
The man who abhors v*olence,
never carrying a g*n.
But this is the truth, Doctor.
You take ordinary people and you
fashion them into weapons.
Behold your children of time,
transformed into murderers.
I made the Daleks, Doctor.
You made this.
They're trying to help.
Already, I have seen them sacrificed
today for their beloved Doctor.
The Earth woman who fell
opening the subwave network.
Who was that? Harriet Jones.
She gave her life to get you here.
How many more? Just think,
how many have d*ed in your name?
It's an interesting area
for the character as to quite
what his responsibility for all that
is, and it's one that is never
really resolved.
The Doctor, the man who keeps
running, never looking back
because he dare not, out of shame.
This is my final victory, Doctor.
I have shown you...yourself.
Undoubtedly, he carries
destruction in his wake.
But it's when the Doctor
meets his daughter that
everything really hits home.
She's a generated anomaly.
Gen-er-ated. What about that?
Jenny?
Jenny. Yeah, I like that.
What do you think...Dad?
Good as anything, I suppose.
Not a natural parent.
They stole a tissue sample at
gunpoint and processed it.
It's not natural parenting. Rubbish.
My friend fathered twins with
a turkey baster.
Can't extrapolate a relationship
from a biological accident.
Child Support Agency can.
Just cos I share physiological
traits with simian primates,
doesn't make me a monkey's uncle.
I'm not a monkey!
Right at the beginning, he's so
reluctant and puts up massive
barriers and will not accept
that she is in any way his child.
Hold your fire!
Eventually,
this surprising daughter does win
the affections of her Doctor daddy.
But just as Jenny gets to
both of his hearts, they are
broken by one single b*llet.
I'm the Doctor,
and I declare this w*r is over.
What's happening?
The gases will escape and
trigger the terraforming process.
What does that mean?
It means a new world.
No!
'He's not about k*lling,
and the fact that people have'
chosen to die for him is something
he's really uncomfortable with.
Jenny, be strong.
You need to hold on, you hear me?
We've got things to
do, you and me, eh?
Eh?
We can go anywhere.
Everywhere. You choose.
That sounds good.
You're my daughter,
and we've only just got started.
Sadly, many people have had their
lives destroyed because of him,
and I think that's one of the
major things, if he starts to think
about that it might destroy him, cos
he's not about death and v*olence.
But it's not only the Doctor's
friends who lay their lives on
the line.
I'm sorry to report,
Sir, I failed. A pity.
We've lost our target practice.
What do you mean?
We only needed you for installation
of the ATMOS system.
No, but...I'm on your side.
I did everything you wanted.
And it's not ATMOS system,
that's a tautology, it's just ATMOS.
Execute him!
By being betrayed and let down
by the people that he thought
he was in league with,
his world's crumbled to pieces.
And then this man comes through
with this brilliant line,
"Do something clever".
Right, so, Donna, thank you.
For everything.
Martha, you too.
Oh...so many times.
Luke,
do something clever with your life.
The Doctor says
"Yes, I will absolutely step in
"and essentially destroy myself in
order to save the world".
And he knows exactly
what he has to do.
What are you doing?
Something clever.
What a classic line.
And then he does.
In Luke's final moment, he finds
a sense of purpose.
Sontar, ha!
He sees very clearly that
he has to stop the Sontarans, and
he knows exactly how he can do it.
He's the only person
who should do it.
So after over years and
nine regenerations, armed
with nothing more than a cheeky
grin and his trusty screwdriver,
the Doctor is still out there,
saving the universe.
We interrupting you?
He really is the
greatest hero of all time.
It's fun travelling with the Doctor,
and working on the TARDIS.
He's a man of many worlds,
and many words.
Sco po tro no flo jo co fo toto.
No bo ho sho co ro to so.
Bo-ko-do-so-ko-po-fo-po-jo.
Mo ho.
Allons-y! Allons-y!
One, two, three.
Mmm.
Sorry, there's a bit of gravy.
No, just there.
We have an intruder! How did he get
in? "Intruder" window?
With nerves of steel,
the Doctor just has a knack
of getting out of trouble.
Wait, security protocol one.
You hear me, one! One!
That gives me three questions.
Three questions to save
my life, am I right?
Information. Correct.
No, that wasn't one of them.
That's not fair! Can I start again?
Here, I got you this. Neck brace.
Wear that for a few days
until it's better,
although...you might want to keep it.
Suits you.
Take me to your leader.
I've always wanted to say that.
Oh, come here!
LIFT BELL RINGS
No, no, no!
See? Never waste time with a hug.
Friend or foe, the Doctor is frankly
unforgettable.
Queen Elizabeth I!
Off with his head!
What?
'Titanic falling'.
What's your first name? Alonso.
You're kidding me. What?
Allons-y, Alonso!
Whoa!
That was close. No fun otherwise.
"We are not amused". I bet you
five quid I can make her say it.
If I gambled, it'd be an abuse of
my privilege as a traveller in time.
Ten quid? Done.
Aargh!
He's stone.
"Armless" enough, though. Quintus!
I'm Sir Doctor of TARDIS.
Interesting.
That bit of paper is blank.
I am not amused. Yes!
If you die here,
it'll mean I never met you.
Time can be rewritten.
Not those times.
Not one line. Don't you dare.
It's OK.
It's OK, it's not over for you.
You'll see me again.
You've got all of that to come.
♪ And in my dreams it feels
like we are storeys tall
♪ When you're around, ooh,
we don't touch the floor
♪ And in my dreams it feels
like we aren't ever gonna fall
♪ We're safe and sound,
and we're untouchable... ♪