Solar flare activity has increased across space lanes 5,5,6. All commercial flights are...
So, it's 200,000. It's a spaceship... No, a space station, and, er...
- Try that gate over there. - 200,000?
- 200,000. - Nice.
Adam! Out you come.
- Oh, my God! - Don't worry. You'll get used to it.
- Where are we? - Good question. Let's see.
Judging by the architecture, I'd say we're around the year 200,000, and if you listen...
Engines. We're in a space station.
Yeah, definitely a space station. It's a bit warm in here. They could turn the heating down.
Tell you what - let's try that gate. Come on.
Here we go.
And this is...
I'll let the Doctor describe it.
The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. There it is - Planet Earth at its height.
Covered with mega-cities, five moons, population 96 billion.
The hub of a galactic domain stretching across a million planets, a million species,
with mankind right in the middle.
He's your boyfriend
Not any more.
Come on, Adam. Open your mind. You'll like this - fantastic period of history.
The human race at its most intelligent - art, politics, fine food, good manners...
Out the way!
- Is somebody there? That's great. - What do you want, love?
One at a time. What was it? Kronkburger with cheese, kronkburger with pajatos.
Do you want a drink? Oi! Stop pushing!
Get back! I said, back!
- Fine cuisine? - My watch must be wrong.
- No, it's fine. It's weird. - Your history's not as good as you thought.
- It's perfect. - Obviously not.
What about the millions of planets and species? Where are they?
That is a good question.
- Adam, me old mate. You must be starving. - No, I'm a bit timesick.
You need some grub. How much is a kronkburger?
Two credits twenty, sweetheart. Now, join the queue!
We need money. Let's use a cashpoint.
- Pocket money. Don't spend it all on sweets. - How does it work?
Go and find out. Stop nagging me! Time travel's like visiting Paris. Don't just read a guidebook.
Throw yourself in - eat the food, get charged double and kiss complete strangers...
Or is that just me?
Stop asking questions. Go and do it!
- Off you go. Your first date - You're gonna get a smack, you are!
This is gonna sound daft, but can you tell me where I am?
- Floor 139. - Could they write it any bigger
- Floor 139 of what? - Must have been some party!
- You're on Satellite Five. - What's that?
- How could you not know where you are? - I'm stupid!
Wait a minute. Are you a test? Some sort of management test kind of thing?
You've got me. You're too clever for me.
We were warned about this in basic training.
Workers have to be versed in company promotion.
Right. Fire away. If it gets me to Floor 500,
- I'll do anything. - What happens on Floor 500?
The walls are made of gold!
And you should know, Mr Management!
So, this is what we do.
Latest news - sandstorms on the New Venus Archipelago, 200 dead.
The Glasgow water riots into their third day. Space lane 77 closed by sunspot activity.
And the Face of Boe has just announced he's pregnant.
You broadcast the news.
We ARE the news. We're the journalists.
We write it, package it and sell it. 600 channels broadcasting out of Satellite Five.
Something... is wrong.
Something fictional.
Those people.
Nothing happens in the whole empire without it going through us.
Security check.
Go deep.
Staff are reminded that the canteen area operates a self-cleaning table system.
Try this. It's called Zaffic. It's like a Slush Puppy.
What flavour?
Sort of beef.
Oh, my God!
It's like everything's gone - home, family - everything.
This helps. The Doctor gave it a top-up.
- Who's back home? Your mum and dad? - Yeah.
- Phone 'em up. - But that's 198,000 years ago.
Honestly. Try it. Go on.
- Is there a code for Planet Earth? - Just dial!
- Sorry we're not in. - Please leave a message. Thanks.
Hi. It's me.
I've sort of gone travelling.
I met these people and we're travelling together.
I'm fine, and I'll call you later. Love you. Bye.
That is so...
Oi, Mutt and Jeff! Over here.
- Security check cleared. - No. Something's wrong.
I can taste it.
A tiny little shift in the information.
Someone down there shouldn't be here.
Double-check. Triple-check.
Follow them.
Now, everybody behave. We have a management inspection.
- How do you want it, by the book? - Right from scratch, thanks.
OK, so, ladies, gentlemen, multisex, undecided or robot,
my name is Cathica Santini Khadeni.
That's Cathica with a C, in case you want to write to Floor 500 praising me - please do!
Feel free to ask questions. The process of news-gathering
must open, honest and beyond bias.
- That's company policy. - Actually, it's the law.
Thank you, Suki. OK, keep it calm. Don't show off for the guests.
Here we go.
And...
...engage safety.
And three... two...
and spike.
Compressed information, streaming into her.
Reports from every city, every country, every planet,
and they all get packaged inside her head.
She becomes part of the software. Her brain IS the computer.
- If it goes through her, she must be a genius. - She wouldn't remember it.
There's too much. Her head would blow up.
The brain's the processor. Soon as it closes, she forgets.
What about all these people?
They've got tiny chips in their head, connecting them to her. They transmit 600 channels.
Every single fact in the Empire beams out of this place.
Now, that's what I call power.
- Analysis confirmed. - Security breach.
I knew it!
Which one? It's someone inside that room. Which one?
Isolating breach.
Come on. Show me. Who is it?
- Are you OK? - I can see her brain.
- Do you want to get out? - No. This technology, it's amazing.
This technology's wrong.
Trouble?
Oh, yeah.
That's it! Oh, yes! She's the liar.
Intercept and scan.
Gotcha!
Suki! I wasn't even halfway. What was that for?
- Sorry. It must have been a glitch. - Oh!
Her information's been tampered with. There's a second biography hidden underneath.
Absolutely, sir.
Her data was encrypted, so there was no way we could have found her sooner.
Sorry, sir.
Absolutely.
Get her up here. Now.
Promotionl
Come on! This is it. Come on!
Oh, my God. Make it me.
Come on. Say my name.
Say my name!
Promotion for Suki Macrae Cantrell.
- Proceed to Floor 500. - I don't believe it!
Floor 500!
How the hell did you manage that? I'm above you!
I don't know. I just applied on the off chance.
And they've said yes!
It's so not fair! I've been applying to Floor 500 for three years!
What's Floor 500?
The walls are made of gold.
Cathica, I'm gonna miss you!
- Floor 500! Thank you! - I didn't do anything.
- Well, you're my lucky charm! - All right. I'll hug anyone.
- Come on. It's not that bad. - What, with the head thing?
- Well, she's closed it now. - Yeah, but it...
It's everything. It freaks me out.
I just need to... If I could just...
...cool down. Sort of acclimatise. - How do you mean?
Maybe I could sit on the observation deck. Would that be all right?
Soak it in, you know. Pretend I'm a citizen of the year 200,000.
Do you want me to come with you?
No, no. You stick with the Doctor.
You'd rather be with him.
It's gonna take a better man than me to get between you two.
- Anyway, I'll be on the deck. - Here you go. Take the Tardis key.
Just in case it gets a bit too much.
Yeah, like it's not weird in there
I've got to go. I can't keep them waiting. I'm sorry!
Say goodbye to Steve for me.
Bye!
Good riddance!
- You're talking like you'll never see her again. - We won't.
Once you go to Floor 500, you never come back.
Have you ever been up there?
I can't. The key for the lift only comes with promotion.
No one gets to 500 except for the chosen few.
Agh!
- Who are you? - I'm the Editor.
What's happening?
There are bodies out there. What's going on?
While we're asking questions, please confirm your name.
My name is Suki Macrae Cantrell.
I was born 199'89
- in the Independent Republic of Morocco. - Liar!
Hobbies include reading and archaeology. I'm not an expert, I just like digging.
Liar!
I want to work for Satellite Five because my sister can't afford university
- and the pay scheme is really good. - Liar!
Let's look at the facts, shall we?
Ah, hidden behind a genetic graft, but that's still you.
Eva Saint Julienne - last surviving member of the Freedom Fifteen.
- Self-declared anarchist, is that right? - Who controls Satellite Five?
There's the truth!
The Freedom Foundation has been monitoring Satellite Five's transmissions.
The facts are being manipulated.
- You are lying to the people. - Ooh, I love it. Say it again!
This whole system is corrupt.
Who do you represent?
I am merely a humble slave. I answer to the Editor-in-chief.
- Who is he? Where is he? - He oversees everything. Literally everything.
If you don't mind, I'm going to have to refer this upwards.
- What is that? - Your boss.
This has always been your boss - since the day you were born.
Agh!
Give me access.
Give me...
I can learn anything!
Let's try computers.
From the 21st century to the present day, give me the history of the microprocessor.
Oh, my God!
We only get 20 minutes' maintenance.
- Give it a rest! - You've never been to another floor?
I went to Floor 16 when I first arrived. That's Medical. I got my head done. Then I came here.
Satellite Five. We work, eat and sleep on the same floor.
- You're not Management, are you? - At last! She's clever!
- Well, whatever it is, I don't know anything. - Don't you ask?
- Why would I? - You're a journalist!
- Why is all the crew human? - What's that got to do with anything?
- There's no aliens on board. Why? - I dunno. They're not banned or anything.
Then where are they?
I suppose Immigration's tightened up because of the threats.
- What threats? - I dunno.
All of them. Usual stuff. And the price of spacewarp doubled, so that kept visitors away.
And the government on Chavic Fice collapsed, so that lot stopped coming.
Just lots of little reasons.
Adding up to one big fact, and you didn't even notice.
If there was a conspiracy, Satellite Five would have seen it. We see everything.
This society's the wrong shape. Even the technology.
- It's cutting edge! - It's backwards. There's a door in your head!
- What do you think's going on? - It's the attitude. The way people think.
The Great and Bountiful Human Empire's stunted.
- How would you know? - Trust me.
Humanity's been set back about 90 years.
When did Satellite Five start broadcasting?
91 years ago.
Mum, Dad, keep this message, OK?
- Whatever you do, don't erase it. - Save it. You got that?
OK.
The microprocessor became redundant in the year 2019,
replaced by a system called SMT, that's Single Molecule Transcription.
No, no, no! What are you doing? Come back!
Why are you doing that?
What's Floor 16? What's down there?
Sorry, um... Floor 16, that's, um...
- What do you cover? - Medical non-emergency.
Wrong floor. I'm having technical difficulties.
- My screen keeps locking me out. - No, that's medical.
There must be something wrong with your chip.
Yes. Yeah, of course, yeah.
- I haven't got one. - No wonder you can't get a screen to work.
- What are you? A... student? - Yes.
Yeah, I'm... I'm on a research project
from the University of Mars.
- The Martian boondocks. Typical! - Yep!
- Well, you still need chipping. - So does that mean like brain surgery?
That's an old-fashioned phrase, but it's the same thing, yes.
Oh, OK. Never mind.
But if I get a chip... that means I could use any computer.
Absolutely.
You'll have to pay for it.
They've stopped subsidising.
Oh, right. Sorry. Wasting your time. Thanks.
Hold on.
Can I use this?
That'll do nicely.
It all comes down to two basic types.
Type one - the head chip - inserted into the back of the skull. 100 credits.
There's the chip. Tiny. Invisible.
No scarring.
Type two is the full info-spike.
- Oh, that's the... - thing.
That's the one. It does cost 10,000.
Oh, well, I couldn't afford it, then.
Not at all.
It turns out you've got unlimited credit.
No, but I... I couldn't have it done. I mean... that's got to hurt.
- Hasn't it? - Painless. Contractual guarantee.
No, my mate's waiting upstairs. I can't have major surgery.
It takes ten minutes.
That sort of money buys a very fast picosurgeon.
No, but I...
I couldn't, though, no. It's...
Type one, you can interface with a simple computer.
Type two, you ARE the computer.
You can transmit any piece of information from the archive of Satellite Five,
which is just about the entire history of the human race.
Now...
Which one's it going to be?
We're so gonna get in trouble!
- You're not allowed to touch the mainframe! - Rose, tell her to button it.
If you vandalise the place, they'll notice!
I don't understand. We did a full security scan.
That man was there when we found Suki Macrae Cantrell.
There were no indications about him.
And yet here he is -
clearly acting outside the parameters.
Fascinating!
Yes, sir.
Absolutely.
At once!
Check him. Double-check him. Triple-check him.
Quadruple.
- I'm going back to work. - Go on, then. See you.
- I can't just leave you, can I? - Get 'em to turn the heating down.
- It's boiling. Can't they do something about it? - It's something to do with the turbine.
- Something to do with the turbine - Well, I don't know!
Exactly. I give up on you, Cathica. Now, Rose asked the right question.
- I thank you. - Why is it so hot?
- Why worry about the central heating? - Never underestimate plumbing.
Plumbing's very important.
- Security scan complete. - Well, who is he?
He is no one.
What does that mean?
- He is no one. - What, you mean he has a fake ID?
He has no identification.
But everyone's registered. We have a census for the entire Empire.
- He is no one. - What, he doesn't exist?
- Not anywhere? - He is no one.
What about the blonde?
- She is no one. - Both of them?!
Well...
We all know what happens to non-entities. They get promoted!
Bring 'em up.
Satellite Five - pipes and plumbing. Look at the layout.
This is ridiculous. You've got access to the computer's core.
You could look at the archive, the stock exchange... and you're looking at pipes?
But there's something wrong.
- I suppose... - Why, what is it?
The ventilation system. Cooling ducts, ice filters, all working flat out,
- channelling massive amounts of heat down. - From the top.
- Floor 500. - Something is generating tons of heat.
I feel like I'm missing out on a party. It's all going on upstairs. Fancy a trip?
- You need a key. - Keys are just codes. I've got them right here.
Here we go. Override 215.9.
- How come it gave YOU the code? - Someone up there likes me.
I told you it was painless.
No scarring, you see?
Perfect success.
How do I activate it?
It's a personal choice.
Some people whistle.
I know one man who triggers it with "Oh, Danny Boy".
You're set on default for now. That's a click of the fingers.
So, you mean I just?
Click.
- Come with us. - No way.
- Bye! - Well, don't mention my name.
When you get in trouble, don't involve me.
That's her gone. Adam's given up. It's just you and me.
- Yeah. - Good.
Yep.
Oh, my God! I'm going to be sick.
Special offer.
We installed the vomit-o-matic too. Nano-termites are in the lining of your throat.
In the event of sickness...
...they freeze the waste.
The walls are not made of gold.
You should go back downstairs.
Tough!
I started without you.
This is fascinating! Satellite Five contains every piece of information
within the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire -
birth certificates, shopping habits, bank statements - but you two, you don't exist.
There's not a trace. No birth. No job.
Not the slightest kiss. How can you walk through the world
and not leave a single footprint?
Suki!
Hello? Can you hear me?
Suki! What have you done to her?
I think she's dead.
- She's working. - The chips in their head keep going.
- Like puppets. - Oh! You're full of information!
It's only fair we get some information back because, apparently, you're no one.
It's so rare not to know something. Who are you?
It doesn't matter 'cause we're off. Nice to meet you. Come on.
- Tell me who you are. - That fact is keeping us alive. I won't say.
My Editor-in-chief might convince you otherwise.
And who's that?
It may interest you to know that this is not the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire.
It's not human at all! It's merely a place where humans happen to live.
Yeah.
Yep. Sorry.
It's a place where humans are allowed to live by kind permission of my client.
- What is that? - That thing's in charge of Satellite Five?
That thing, as you put it, is in charge of the human race.
For almost 100 years, mankind's behaviour has been controlled by its broadcast news,
edited by my superior,
your master
and humanity's guiding light, the Mighty Jagrafess of the Holy Hadrojassic Maxarodenfoe.
I call him Max.
Create a climate of fear and it's easy to keep the borders closed.
It's just a matter of emphasis. The right word in the right broadcast repeated often enough
can destabilise an economy, invent an enemy, change a vote.
So all the people on Earth are like slaves?
Well, now, there's an interesting point.
Is a slave a slave if he doesn't know he's enslaved?
- Yes. - Oh! I was hoping for a philosophical debate.
- Is that all I'm going to get. "Yes"? - Yes.
You're no fun.
Undo these. You'll find out how much fun I am.
Ooh, he's tough, isn't he?
But come on. Isn't it a great system? You've got to admire it a little bit.
You can't hide this. Someone must have noticed.
From time to time, yes, but the computer chip system allows me to see inside their brains.
I can see the smallest doubt, then crush it.
Then they just carry on, living the life, strutting about downstairs
and all over the Earth like they're so individual when they're not - they're just cattle.
In that respect, the Jagrafess hasn't changed a thing.
- What about you? You're not a Jagrabelly thing. - Jagrafess.
- You're not a Jagrafess. You're human. - Simply being human doesn't pay very well.
- You couldn't have done this on your own. - No!
I represent a consortium of banks.
Money prefers a long-term investment.
Also, the Jagrafess needed a hand to install himself.
No wonder. He's big.
- What's his lifespan? - 3,000 years.
That's a huge metabolism generating heat. That's why Satellite Five's so hot.
You pump it out of the creature, channel it downstairs. Jagrafess stays cool and alive.
Satellite Five is a life-support system.
It's me again. Don't wipe this message.
It's just going to sound like white noise, but save it 'cause I can translate it, OK?
Three, two, one... and spike.
But that's why you're so dangerous.
Knowledge is power, but you remain unknown.
Who are you?
Leave her alone. I'm the Doctor, she's Rose Tyler. We're nothing.
Tell me who you are.
- I just said. - Who do you work for?
Who sent you? Who knows about us? Who exactly?
Agh!
Time Lord!
- What? - Oh, yes!
The last of the Time Lords and his travelling machine.
- With his little human girl from long ago. - What are you talking about?
Time travel.
Agh!
Help!
Someone's been telling you lies.
Young Master Adam Mitchell?
Helpl Aghl
Oh, my God, his head!
What the hell's he done?
They're reading his mind.
- He's telling them everything. - I know everything about you.
Every piece of information in his head is now mine.
And you have infinite knowledge, Doctor.
The Human Empire is tiny compared to what you've seen in your T-A-R-D-l-S. Tardis.
- You'll never get that. I'll die first. - Die all you like. I've got the key.
- You and your boyfriends! - Today, WE are the headlines.
We can rewrite history. We could prevent mankind from developing.
No one will stop you because you've bred a human race which doesn't ask questions.
Stupid little slaves believing every lie.
They'll trot right into the slaughterhouse if they're told it's made of gold.
Disengage safety.
What's happening?
Maximum access. Override floor 139.
And spike!
Someone's disengaged the safety.
Who's that?
- It's Cathica! - She's thinking. She's using what she knows!
Terminate her access!
Everything I told her about the pipes, the filters - she's reversing it.
Look at that! It's getting hot.
I said terminate her!
Burn out her mind!
Oh, no, you don't. You should have promoted me years back!
She's venting the heat up here. The Jagrafess has to stay cool - now it's on top of a volcano!
Yes, I'm trying, sir, but...
It's impossible - a member of staff with an idea!
- What do I do? - Flick the switch!
Oi! Do you want to bank on a certainty?
Massive heat in a massive body - massive bang!
See you in the headlines!
If it's all the same to you, I think I'll resign. Bye.
Let go of me!
Agh!
We're gonna go. Too many questions. You'll manage.
- No one will believe me. - They might believe a lot of things now.
- Humans will get back to normal. - What about your friend?
He's not my friend.
- Now, don't... - I'm all right now.
Much better. And I've got the key.
Look, it's...
It all worked out for the best, didn't it?
You know, it's not actually my fault because you were in charge...
This is my house! I'm home.
Oh, my God, I'm home! Blimey! I thought you were going to chuck me out of an airlock.
- Is there something else you want to tell me? - No. What do you mean?
The archive of Satellite Five. One second of that message could have changed the world.
- That's it, then. See you. - How do you mean, see you?
- As in goodbye. - What about me? You can't just go.
- I have a chip type two. My head opens. - Like this?
- Don't. - Don't do what?
Stop it!
All right, that's enough. Stop it.
Thank you.
- Oi! - Sorry. I couldn't resist.
- History could have changed because of you. - I just wanted to help.
- You were helping yourself. - I said I'm sorry, and I am.
You can't just leave me like this.
If anyone sees that head, they'll dissect you in seconds. You'll have to lead a quiet life.
Be average. Unseen. Good luck.
But I want to come with you.
I only take the best. I've got Rose.
Rose!
- Oh, my God! - Who's that? Geoff, is that you?
- It's me, Mum. Don't come in. Wait there. - Oh, my Lord!
You never said you were coming home!
Hold on. I'll just take my coat off.
Rose, take me with you.
What's that noise?
Have you left the back door open? Blimey, there's a draught!
What a surprise! Let me look at you!
Six months!
It's like I saw you yesterday. Time goes by like that.
Be careful what you wish for.
The day my father died. It's just an ordinary day.
Oh, God, this is it. He can't die on his own!
Can I try again?
- Oh, God, this is it. - Rose, no!
- I chose another stupid ape! - I haven't changed history.
A man is alive who wasn't alive before. The world's different because he's alive.
Time's been damaged. They've come to sterilise the wound.
- Get in the church! - Agh!
Peter Alan Tyler, my dad.
The most wonderful man In the world.
Born 15th September, 1954.
Come here, Rose. Come here.
Who's that? It's your daddy.
You weren't old enough to remember when he died.
1987, 7th November.
Do you remember what I told you?
The day that Stuart Hoskins and Sarah Clark got married.
He was always having adventures.
He would have loved to have seen you now.
That's what Mum always says.
So I was thinking,
could we go and see my dad when he was still alive?
Where's this come from all of a sudden?
All right, if we can't, if it goes against the laws of time or something,
then never mind, just leave it.
No, I can do anything. I'm just more worried about you.
I want to see him.
Your wish is my command. But be careful what you wish for.
I, Peter Alan Tyler,
take you, Jacqueline Andrea Suzette Prentice.
I, Peter Alan Tyler,
take you, Jacqueline...
Susanne, Suzette...
Anita?
Just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di.
I thought he'd be taller.
To be my lawful wedded wife. To love and behold till death us do part.
He dled so close to home.
I wasn't there. Nobody was.
It was a hit-and-run driver.
Never found out who.
He was dead when the ambulance got there.
I only wish there'd been someone there for him.
- I want to be that someone. - So he doesn't dle alone.
- November 7th? - 1987.
It's so weird.
The day my father died.
I thought it'd be all sort of grim and stormy. It's just an ordinary day.
The past is another country.
1987 is just the Isle of Wight.
- You sure about this? - Yeah.
This is it. Jordan Road.
He was late.
He'd been to get a wedding present, a vase.
Mum always said, "That stupid vase."
He got out of his car...
and crossed the road.
Oh, God, this is it.
Go to him. Quick.
It's too late now.
By the time the ambulance got there, he was dead.
He can't die on his own.
Can I try again?
Right, that's the first you and me.
It's a very bad idea, two sets of us being here at the same time.
Just be careful they don't see us.
Wait till she runs off and he follows then go to your dad.
Oh, God, this is it.
I can't do this.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to.
But this is the last time we can be here.
Rose, no!
I did it. I saved your life.
Blimey, did you see the speed of it? Did you get his number?
I really did it. Oh, my God, look at you, you're alive.
That car was gonna kill you.
Give me some credit, I did see it coming. I wasn't gonna walk under it, was I?
I'm Rose.
That's a coincidence. That's my daughter's name.
That's a great name. Good choice. Well done.
Right. I better shift. I've got a wedding to go to.
- Is that Sarah Clark's wedding? - Yeah. Are you going?
Yeah.
Do you and your boyfriend need a lift?
Right, there we go, sorry about the mess.
If you want a cup of tea, kitchen's down there, milk's in the fridge.
It would be, wouldn't it? Where else would you put the milk?
Mind you, there's always the windowsill outside.
I always thought if someone invented a windowsill with special compartments,
one for milk, one for yoghurt,
make a lot of money out of that. Sell it to students and things.
I should write that down.
Anyway, never mind that. Excuse me, I got to go and change.
All the stuff Mum kept. His stuff.
She kept it all packed away in boxes in the cupboard.
She used to show me when she'd had a bit to drink.
Here it is, on display.
Where it should be.
Third prize at the bowling. First two got to go to Didcot.
Health drinks.
Tonics Mum used to call them.
He made his money selling this Vitex stuff.
He had all sorts of jobs, he was so clever.
Solar power. Mum said he was going to do this.
Now he can.
Okay, I'll tell him you're not my boyfriend.
When we met I said, "Travel with me in space."
You said, "No."
Then I said, "Time machine."
It wasn't some big plan.
I just saw it happening, and I thought, "I can stop it."
I did it again. I picked another stupid ape.
I should have known. It's not about showing you the universe. It never is.
It's about the universe doing something for you.
So it's okay when you go to other times and you save people's lives
but not when it's me saving my dad?
I know what I'm doing, you don't.
Two sets of us being there made that a vulnerable point.
But he's alive.
My entire planet died, my whole family.
Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them?
But it's not like I've changed history.
Not much. I mean,
he's never gonna be a world leader, he's not gonna start World War III.
Rose, there's a man alive in the world who wasn't alive before.
An ordinary man. That's the most important thing in creation.
The whole world's different because he's alive.
- Would you rather him dead? - I'm not saying that...
No, I get it. For once, you're not the most important man in my life.
Let's see how you get on without me. Give me the key.
The Tardis key. If I'm so insignificant, give it me back.
All right then, I will.
You've got what you wanted so that's goodbye, then.
You don't scare me.
I know how sad you are. You'll be back in a minute.
Or you'll hang around outside the Tardis waiting for me.
And I'll make you wait a long time.
Boyfriend trouble?
Excuse me, do you mind? What are you tidying up for?
Sorry, force of habit.
Don't worry about him. Couples have rows all the time.
We're not a couple. Why does everyone think we're a couple?
- I think he left me. - What? A pretty girl like you?
- Lf I was going out with you... - Stop right there.
I'm just saying...
I know what you're saying and we're not going there.
At no point are we going anywhere near there.
You aren't even aware that there exists...
I don't want to think about there and, believe me, neither do you.
There, for you, is like...
like the Bermuda Triangle.
- Blimey, you know how to flatter a bloke. - Right. Are we off?
- That wouldn't be a mixed signal at all? - Absolutely not.
I'll take you back to the loony bin where you belong.
Except I'm sure I've met you somewhere before.
- It's weird. - What?
There's so many people missing.
Uncle Steven, Auntie Lynn, all the Baxters.
Where are they?
You don't think something's gone wrong?
Maybe it's a godsend, gives you time to think.
You don't have to go through with it, not these days.
- Live in sin for a bit. - Dad.
In 10 years' time, you'll turn round and say, "If only I could turn the clock back."
Is it me or did it just get cold?
Rose.
I met this bloke at the horses and he's cutting me in on copyright.
But I thought you were a proper businessman.
I wish. I do a bit of this, bit of that. I scrape by.
Right. I must've heard wrong.
So, really, you're a bit of a Del Boy.
Shoot me down in flames.
You're not related to my wife by any chance, are you?
Oh, my God. She's gonna be at the wedding.
Jackie? Do you know her?
Sort of.
What's she told you about me, then?
She said she'd picked the most fantastic man in the world.
Must be a different Jackie, then. She'd never say that.
This stuff goes right over my head.
- That's not out yet. - Good job and all.
- I'm just gonna check my messages. - How do you mean? Messages?
- Is that a phone? - Yeah.
Watson, come here. I need you.
Half the guests haven't turned up.
You're better off not being here, it's a disaster in the making.
No, in this case, "knocked her up" is a phrase I'd use.
Watson, come here. I need you.
Hello? Who's this?
Watson, come here. I...
Dad, get inside. We can't see the bride before the wedding.
- That's bad luck. - Bad luck when you met her.
I tell you, this day is cursed.
Now that's what I call a meringue.
Stuart's dad said go round the block 'cause there's people missing.
How do you mean, missing?
There's no Dave, no Sunita, no Bee...
There's no one from The Lamb and Flag.
My train's detached again. I knew I should have used Velcro.
I'm here, stop your bellyaching.
Take Rose a sec, will you?
Ain't she pretty?
She's a little madam, that's what she is.
I need more hands.
Where's her useless article of a dad got to?
Dad!
It's that car. Same one as before.
It was right in front of us, where's he gone?
You called me "Dad"? What did you say that for?
Oh, wonderful! Here he is, the accident waiting to happen.
You'd be late for your own funeral and it nearly was.
- No damage done. - And who's this?
What are you looking at with your mouth open?
- Your hair. - What?
I've never seen it like...
I mean...
it's lovely, your hair's lovely.
And that baby you're holding.
That would be your baby.
- Another one of yours, is she? - She saved my life.
That's a new one. What was it last time?
I didn't even know her. She was a cloakroom attendant.
I was helping her look for my ticket.
There were three duffle coats all the same. Somehow the rack collapsed.
We were under all this stuff.
Were you playing around?
What's it got to do with you what he gets up to?
- What does he get up to? - You'd know.
Because I'm that stupid. I play around and I bring her to meet the missus.
- You silly... - But you are that stupid.
Can we keep this stuff for back home, just for now?
What, with the rest of the rubbish?
You bring home cut-price detergents, tonic water,
Betamax tapes and none of it works.
I'm drowning in your rubbish.
What did he tell you? Did he say he's this big businessman?
'Cause he's not. He's a failure. Born failure, that one.
Rose needs a proper father...
Jackie, I'm making a living. It keeps us fed, doesn't it?
Stop it.
You're not like this. You love each other.
Pete, you never used to like them mental.
- Or I don't know, maybe you did. - Jackie, wait, listen...
If you're not careful, there'll be a wedding and a divorce on the same day.
Wait here. Give us a couple of minutes with the missus.
Tell you what, straighten the car up. Stick it round the corner.
Don't cause any more trouble.
Hey, Jack.
I'm not listening. It's the duffle coats all over again.
Jackie, sometimes a duffle coat is just a duffle coat.
Things will get better soon. I promise.
I've had enough of all your daft schemes.
I never know where the next meal's coming from.
I'll get it right, love. One day soon, I promise you I'll get it right.
Come on.
Monsters! Going to eat us!
What sort of monsters, sweetheart? Is it aliens?
Rose!
Get in the church!
Oh, my God. What are they?
Inside!
- Sarah! - Stay in there!
In.
They can't get in. Old windows and doors. Okay.
The older something is, the stronger it is.
What else?
Go and check the other doors. Move!
What's happening? What are they? What are they?
There's been an accident in time. A wound in time.
They're like bacteria, taking advantage.
What do you mean? Time? What are you jabbering on about time?
I might've known you'd argue.
- Jackie, I'm sick of you complaining. - How do you know my name?
I've never met you in my life.
You never will unless I sort this out.
If you don't mind, I've waited a long time to say this,
Jackie Tyler, do as I say. Go and check the doors.
Yes, sir.
I should've done that ages ago.
- My dad was out there. - You can mourn him later.
Now we've got to concentrate on keeping ourselves alive.
- My dad had... - There is nothing I can do for him.
No, but he had this phone thing.
I can't get it to work. I keep getting this voice.
Watson, come here. I need you.
That's the very first phone call.
Alexander Graham Bell.
I don't think the telephone's gonna be much use.
Someone must have called the police.
The police can't help you now, no one can.
Nothing in this universe can harm those things.
Time's been damaged and they've come to sterilise the wound.
By consuming everything inside.
Is this because...
Is this my fault?
No!
There's smoke coming up from the city. But no sirens.
I don't think it's just us. I think these things are all over the place.
Maybe the whole world.
Was that a car?
It's not important. Don't worry about it.
This mate of yours. What did he mean, this is your fault?
Don't know. Just everything.
I gave you my car keys.
You don't give your keys to a complete stranger.
It's like I trusted you.
The moment I met you, I just did.
A wound in time.
You called me Dad.
I can see it.
In my eyes.
Jackie's attitude.
You sound like her when you shout.
You are. You are. You're my Rose.
You're my Rose, grown up.
Dad! My dad. My daddy.
Excuse me.
- Mister? - Doctor.
- You seem to know what's going on. - I give that impression, yeah.
- I just wanted to ask... - Can you save us?
Who are you two, then?
- Stuart Hoskins. - Sarah Clark.
And one extra? Boy or girl?
I don't know. I don't want to know, really.
How did all this get started?
Outside the Beatbox Club, 2:00 in the morning.
Street corner, I'd lost my purse, didn't have money for a taxi.
- I took her home. - Then what?
Asked her for a date?
- Wrote his number on my hand. - Never got rid of her since.
My dad said...
I don't know what this is all about and I know we're not important...
Who said you're not important?
I've travelled to all sorts of places, done things you couldn't even imagine.
But you two.
Street corner, 2:00 in the morning, getting a taxi home.
I've never had a life like that.
Yes.
I'll try and save you.
I'm a dad.
I mean, I'm already a dad
but Rose grows up and she's you.
That's wonderful.
I mean, I suppose I thought that you'd be a bit useless
what with my useless genes and all but...
Well, I mean, how did you get here?
- Do you really want to know? - Yeah.
A time machine.
- Time machine? - Cross my heart.
Do you all have time machines where you come from?
No, just the Doctor.
Did you know these things were coming?
No.
God, I don't know, my head's spinning.
What's the future like?
It's not so different.
What am I like? Have I gone grey?
Have I gone bald? Don't tell me I've gone bald.
So, if this mate of yours isn't your boyfriend, and I have to say I'm glad
'cause being your dad and all, I think he's a bit old for you.
- Have you got a bloke? - No. I did have.
Mickey.
Do you know him?
I just didn't recognise him in a suit. You have to let go of me, sweetheart.
I'm always saying that.
He just grabs hold of what's passing and holds on for dear life.
God help his poor girlfriend if he ever gets one.
- Me and Rose were just talking. - Oh, yeah? Talking?
While the world comes to an end, what do you do?
Cling to the youngest blonde.
Come on, Mick.
- You can't tell her. - Why?
I mean, I really don't want you to tell her.
- You don't want people to know? - Where I come from,
Jackie doesn't know how to work the timer on the video recorder.
I showed her that last week.
Point taken.
Rose, you're not going to bring about the end of the world, are you?
Are you?
Jackie gave her to me to look after.
How times change.
I'd better be careful.
I think I just imprinted myself on Mickey like a mother chicken.
No. Don't touch the baby.
You're both the same person, that's a paradox.
We don't want a paradox happening, not with these things outside.
Anything new, any disturbance in time, makes them stronger.
A paradox might let them in.
I can't do anything right, can I?
Since you asked, no. So, don't touch the baby.
- I'm not stupid. - You could have fooled me.
All right...
I'm sorry.
I wasn't really gonna leave you on your own.
I know.
Between you and me, I haven't got a plan. No idea.
No way out.
You'll think of something.
The entire Earth's been sterilised.
This, and other places like it, are all that's left of the human race.
We might hold out for a while, but nothing can stop those creatures.
They'll get through in the end. The walls aren't that old.
And there's nothing I can do to stop them.
There used to be laws stopping this kind of thing from happening.
My people would have stopped this.
But they're all gone.
And now I'm going the same way.
If I'd realised...
Just...
tell me you're sorry.
I am.
I'm sorry.
Have you got something hot?
It's the Tardis key.
It's telling me it's still connected to the Tardis.
The inside of my ship was thrown out of the wound
but we can use this to bring it back.
And once I've got my ship back, then I can mend everything.
Now, I just need a bit of power. Has anybody got a battery?
This one big enough?
Fantastic.
Good old Dad. There you go.
Just need to do a bit of charging up.
And then we can bring everyone back.
You, erm, you never said why you came here in the first place.
If I had a time machine, I wouldn't have thought 1987 was anything special.
Not round here, anyway.
- We just ended up here. - Lucky for me, eh?
- Lf you hadn't been there to save me... - That was just a coincidence.
That was just really good luck. It's amazing.
So, in the future, are me and her indoors still together?
Yeah.
- You still living with us? - Yep.
Am I a good dad?
You...
You told me a bedtime story every night when I was small.
You were always there, you never missed one.
And, erm...
you took us for picnics in the country every Saturday.
You never let us down.
You were there for us all the time.
Someone I could really rely on.
That's not me.
Right, no one touches that key, have you got that? Don't touch it.
Anyone touches that key, it'll be, well, zap!
Just leave it be and everything will be fine. We'll get out. All of us.
Stuart, Sarah, you're gonna get married, just like I said.
- When time gets sorted out... - Everybody here forgets what happened.
And don't worry, the thing that you changed will stay changed.
You mean I'll still be alive.
Though I'm meant to be dead.
That's why I haven't done anything with my life.
Why it didn't mean anything.
- Doesn't work like that. - Rubbish.
I was so useless I couldn't even die properly.
Now it's my fault all this has happened.
- This is my fault. - No, love.
I'm your dad.
It's my job for it to be my fault.
Her dad? How are you her dad?
How old were you? 12?
- Oh, that's disgusting. - Jacks, listen.
- This is Rose. - Rose?
How sick is that?
Did you give my daughter a second-hand name?
How many are there? Do you call them all Rose?
Oh, for God's sake, look. It's the same Rose.
Rose, no!
Everyone, behind me!
I'm the oldest thing in here.
Doctor!
It's cold.
The key's cold.
Oh, my God, he's dead.
This is all my fault.
Both of you, all of you.
The whole world.
This is it. There's nothing we can do. It's the end.
The Doctor really cared about you.
He didn't want you to go through it again. Not if there was another way.
Now there isn't.
What are you talking about?
The car that should have killed me, love.
It's here.
The Doctor worked it out way back but he...
tried to protect me.
Still.
He's not in charge anymore.
I am.
- But you can't. - Who am I, love?
My daddy.
Jackie, look at her.
She's ours.
Of course.
I'm meant to be dead, Jackie.
You're gonna get rid of me at last.
Don't say that.
For once in your life, trust me. It's got to be done.
You've got to survive 'cause you've got to bring up our daughter.
I never read you those bedtime stories, I never took you on those picnics.
I was never there for you.
You would've been.
But I can do this for you.
I can be a proper dad to you now.
But it's not fair.
I've had all these extra hours.
No one else in the world has ever had that.
And on top of that, I get to see you.
And you're beautiful.
How lucky am I, eh?
So, come on. Do as your dad says.
You gonna be there for me, love?
Thanks for saving me.
Goodbye, love.
Go to him. Quick.
The drlver was just a kld.
He stopped, he waited for the police.
It wasn't his fault.
For some reason, Pete just ran out.
People say there was this girl.
And she sat with Pete while he was dying.
She held his hand.
Then she was gone.
Never found out who she was.
Peter Alan Tyler, my dad.
The most wonderful man In the world.
Dled 7th November, 1987.
And why are we chasing it?
It's mauve and dangerous, and about 30 seconds from the centre of London.
Rose!
Please let me in, Mummy.
You mustn't let him touch you.
- Are you a doctor? - I have my moments.
They've all got the same injuries.
Right down to the scar on the back of the hand.
Physical injuries as plague.
- Hello. - Hello.
Shall we have a drink on the balcony?
- I like to think of myself as a criminal. - I bet you do.
- What's the emergency? - It's mauve.
Mauve?
Universally recognised colour for danger.
- What happened to red? - That's just humans.
By everyone else's standards, red's camp.
Oh, the misunderstandings. All those red alerts, all that dancing.
It's got a very basic flight computer I've hacked in, slaved the Tardis.
Wherever it goes, we go.
- And that's safe, is it? - Totally.
Okay, reasonably. Should have said "reasonably" there.
No. No! It's jumping time tracks, getting away from us.
- What exactly is this thing? - No idea.
Then why are we chasing it?
It's mauve and dangerous and about 30 seconds from the centre of London.
Know how long you can knock around space
without happening to bump into Earth?
- Five days. - Or is that when we're out of milk?
Of all the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow.
Must've come down somewhere quite close. Within a mile anyway.
And it can't have been more than a few weeks ago. Maybe a month.
A month? We were right behind it.
It was jumping time tracks all over the place. We're bound to be a little bit out.
- Do you want to drive? - Yeah.
- How much is a little? - A bit.
- Is that exactly a bit? - Ish.
What's the plan, then?
You going to do a scan for alien tech or something?
Rose, it hit the middle of London with a very loud bang. I'm going to ask.
"Dr John Smith, Ministry of Asteroids."
It's psychic paper, it tells you what...
- Whatever you want it to, I remember. - Sorry.
Not very "Spock", is it? Just asking.
- Door, music, people. What do you think? - I think you should scan for alien tech.
Give me some Spock, for once. Would it kill you?
You sure about that T-shirt?
Too early to say. I'm taking it out for a spin.
Mummy.
Come on if you're coming. It won't take a minute.
Mummy?
Doctor, there's a kid up there!
# For nobody else
# Gave me the thrill
# When I uphold silence still
# It had to be you
# Wonderful you #
Are you all right up there?
Mummy.
# It had to be you #
Excuse me, could I have everybody's attention just for a mo?
Be very quick. Hello?
Erm... might seem like a stupid question
but has anything fallen from the sky recently?
Mummy.
Okay, hang on, don't move.
Sorry, have I said something funny?
It's just there's this thing that I need to find.
Would have fallen from the sky, a couple of days ago.
Would have landed quite near here.
With a very loud...
Quickly as you can, down to the shelter.
...bang.
Mummy.
Balloon.
Doctor!
Okay. Maybe not this T-shirt.
Rose?
You know, one day.
Just one day, maybe, I'm going to meet somebody who gets the whole
"don't wander off" thing.
900 years of phone box travel, it's the only thing left to surprise me.
How can you be ringing?
What's that about ringing?
What am I supposed to do with a ringing phone?
Don't answer it. It's not for you.
- And how do you know that? - 'Cause I do. And I'm telling you.
Don't answer it.
Well, if you know so much, tell me this, how can it be ringing?
It's not even a real phone, it's not connected, it's not...
Hello?
This is the Doctor speaking.
- How may I help you? - Mummy?
Mummy?
Who is this? Who's speaking?
Are you my mummy?
- Who is this? - Mummy.
How did you ring it? This isn't a real phone, it's not wired up to...
Mummy?
Rose?
Rose, are you in there?
The planes are coming, can't you hear them? Into the shelter.
None of your nonsense, now move it.
Come on. Hurry up, get in there. Come on.
Arthur, will you hurry up?
Didn't you hear the siren?
Middle of dinner, every night. Blooming Germans, don't they eat?
I can hear the planes.
Don't you eat?
Keep your voice down, will you? It's an air raid.
- Get in, look, there's a war on. - I know there's a war on, don't push me.
Get those lights out, please. Everyone down to the shelter.
Jack? You going down to the shelter?
Only I've got to go off on some damn silly guard duty.
Barrage balloon? Must've come loose. Happens now and then.
Don't you RAF boys use them for target practice?
Excellent bottom.
I say, old man, there's a time and a place.
Look, you should really be off.
Sorry, old man.
I've got to go meet a girl. But you've got an excellent bottom, too.
- Many kids out there? - Yes, miss.
Still carving. Sit and wait.
Got the whole air raid.
- Look. Bet it's off the black market. - That's enough.
- Okay, I got you. - Who's got me?
Who's got me and how?
I'm just programmlng your descent pattern.
Stay as stlll as you can and keep your hands and feet Inslde the Ilght fleld.
Descent pattern?
And can you swltch off your cell phone?
No, serlously, It Interferes wlth my Instruments.
No one ever believes that.
Thank you, that's much better.
Yeah, that's a real load off, that is.
I'm hanging in the sky in the middle of a German air raid
with a Union Jack across my chest but, hey, my mobile phone's off.
Be wlth you In a moment.
The moblle devlce Indlcates non-contemporaneous Ilfe-form.
She's not from round here, no.
Ready for you. Hold tight.
- To what? - Fair point.
I got you. You're fine, you're just fine.
The tractor beam, it can scramble your head just a little.
- Hello. - Hello.
Hello.
Sorry. There was "hello" twice there. Dull but, you know, thorough.
- Are you all right? - Fine.
Why, you expecting me to faint or something?
You look a little dizzy.
What about you? You're not even in focus.
It's got to be black market. You couldn't get all this on coupons.
Ernie, how many times? We are guests in this house.
We will not make comments of that kind. Washing up.
Oh, Nancy.
- Haven't seen you at one of these before. - He told me about it.
- Sleeping rough? - Yes, miss.
All right, then.
One slice each. And I want to see everybody chewing properly.
- Thank you, miss. - Thanks, miss.
Thank you, miss.
Thanks, miss.
It's all right. Everybody stay where they are.
Good here, isn't it? Who's got the salt?
Back in your seats. He shouldn't be here either.
- So, you lot, what's the story? - What do you mean?
- You're homeless, right? Living rough? - Why do you want to know that?
You a copper?
I'm not a copper. What's a copper going to do with you lot anyway?
Arrest you for starving?
I make it 1941. You lot shouldn't even be in London.
Should've been evacuated to the country by now.
I was evacuated. Sent me to a farm.
- So why'd you come back? - There was a man there.
Yeah. Same with Ernie. Two homes ago.
Shut up. It's better on the streets anyway. It's better food.
Yeah. Nancy always gets the best food for us.
- So that's what you do, is it, Nancy? - What is?
Soon as the sirens go, you find a big, fat family meal, still warm on the table,
with everyone down in the air raid shelter and bingo.
Feeding frenzy for the homeless kids of London town.
Puddings for all, as long as the bombs don't get you.
- Something wrong with that? - Wrong? It's brilliant.
I'm not sure if it's Marxism in action or a West End musical.
Why'd you follow me? What do you want?
I want to know how a phone that isn't a phone gets a phone call.
- You seem to be the one to ask. - I did you a favour.
I told you not to answer it. That's all I'm telling you.
Great, thanks. And I want to find a blonde in a Union Jack.
I mean, a specific one, I didn't just wake up this morning with a craving.
Anybody seen a girl like that?
- What have I done wrong? - You took two slices.
No blondes, no flags.
- Anything else before you leave? - There is, actually. Thanks for asking.
Something I've been looking for.
Would've fallen from the sky a month ago, but not a bomb.
Not the usual kind anyway. Wouldn't have exploded.
Probably would've buried itself in the ground somewhere.
And it would've looked something like this.
Mummy? Are you in there, Mummy?
Mummy.
- Who was the last one in? - Him.
He came round the back. Who came in the front?
- Me. - Did you close the door?
Did you close the door?
Mummy. Mummy.
Mummy.
What's this, then?
Never easy being the only child left out in the cold, you know.
- I suppose you'd know. - I do, actually, yes.
It's not exactly a child.
Mummy.
Everybody out. Across the back garden, under the fence.
Now. Go. Move.
Come on, baby, we've got to go. It's just like a game, just like chasing.
Take your coat. Go on.
Go.
Mummy. Mummy.
Please let me in, Mummy.
You all right?
Please let me in.
- You mustn't let him touch you. - What happens if he touches me?
- He makes you like him. - And what's he like?
- I've got to go. - Nancy, what's he like?
He's empty.
It's him.
He can make phones ring. He can. Just like with that police box you saw.
Are you my mummy?
Mummy?
Please let me In, Mummy.
Mummy. Mummy. Mummy.
You stay here if you want to.
Mummy. Mummy. Mummy...
Mummy.
Let me in, please, Mummy.
- Please let me in. - Your mummy isn't here.
- Are you my mummy? - No mummies here.
Nobody here but us chickens.
Well. This chicken.
I'm scared.
Why are those other children frightened of you?
Please let me in, Mummy. I'm scared of the bombs.
Okay. I'm opening the door now.
- Better now? - You got lights in here?
- Hello. - Hello.
Hello.
- Let's not start that again. - Okay.
So, who are you supposed be, then?
Captain Jack Harkness, 133 Squadron, Royal Air Force.
American volunteer.
Liar. This is psychic paper.
It tells me whatever you want it to tell me.
- How do you know? - Two things.
One, I have a friend that uses this all the time
and two, you just handed me a piece of paper telling me you're single
and you work out.
- Tricky thing, psychic paper. - Yeah.
Can't let your mind wander when you're handing it over.
You sort of have a boyfriend called Mickey Smith
but you consider yourself to be footloose and fancy free.
- What? - Actually the word you use is "available".
- No way. - And another one, "very".
Shall we try and get along without the psychic paper?
That would be better, wouldn't it?
- Nice spaceship. - Gets me around.
Very... Spock.
Who?
Guessing you're not a local boy, then?
A cell phone, a liquid crystal watch and fabrics that won't be around
for at least another two decades.
- Guessing you're not a local girl. - Guessing right.
- Burn your hands on the rope? - Yeah.
We're parked in midair. Can't anyone down there see us?
No. Can I have a look at your hands for a moment?
- Why? - Please.
You can stop acting now. I know exactly who you are.
- I can spot a Time Agent a mile away. - A Time Agent?
I've been expecting one of you guys to show up.
Though not, I must to say, by barrage balloon.
Do you often travel that way?
Sometimes I get swept off my feet.
By balloons.
- What are you doing? - Try to keep still.
Nanogenes, subatomic robots. The air in here is full of them.
They just repaired three layers of your skin.
Tell them thanks.
- Shall we get down to business? - Business?
Shall we have a drink on the balcony?
Bring up the glasses.
I know I'm standing on something.
- Okay. You have an invisible spaceship. - Yeah.
Tethered up to Big Ben for some reason.
First rule of active camouflage. Park somewhere you'll remember.
How'd you follow me here?
I'm good at following, me. I've got the nose for it.
People can't usually follow me if I don't want them to.
- My nose has special powers. - Yeah? Is that why it's so...
- What? - Nothing.
- Your ears have special powers, too? - What are you trying to say?
Good night, mister.
Nancy.
There's something chasing you and the other kids.
It looks like a boy and it isn't a boy.
And it started about a month ago. Right?
The thing I'm looking for.
The thing that fell from the sky. That's when it landed.
You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
There was a bomb. A bomb that wasn't a bomb.
Fell the other end of Limehouse Green Station.
- Take me there. - No. Soldiers guarding it. Barbed wire.
- You'd never get through. - Try me.
You sure you want to know what's going on in there?
I really want to know.
Then there's someone you need to talk to first.
- And who might that be? - The Doctor.
It's getting a bit late. I should really be getting back.
We're discussing business.
This isn't business, this is champagne.
I try never to discuss business with a clear head.
Are you travelling alone?
- Are you authorised to negotiate? - What would we be negotiating?
I have something for the Time Agency. Something they'd like to buy.
Are you empowered to make payment?
Well, I should talk to my companion.
- Your companion? - I should really be getting back to him.
- Him? - Do you have the time?
Okay. That was flash.
That was on the flash side.
So, when you say your companion...
just how disappointed should I be?
- Okay, we're standing in midair... - Uh-huh.
...on a spaceship, during a German air raid.
Do you really think now's a good time to be coming on to me?
Perhaps not.
It was just a suggestion.
Do you like Glenn Miller?
It's 1941. The height of the London Blitz.
The height of the German bombing campaign.
And something else has fallen on London.
A fully equipped Chula warship.
The last one in existence armed to the teeth.
And I know where it is because I parked it.
If the agency can name the right price, I can get it for you.
But in two hours...
a German bomb is going to fall on it and destroy it forever.
That's your deadline. That's the deal.
Now, shall we discuss payment?
- You know what I think? - What?
I think you were talking just there.
Two hours. The bomb falls. There'll be nothing left but dust and a crater.
Promises, promises.
Are you listening to any of this?
You used to be a Time Agent, now you're some kind of freelancer.
It's a little harsh. I like to think of myself as a criminal.
I'll bet you do.
So this companion of yours, does he handle the business?
Well, I delegate a lot of that, yeah.
Maybe we should go find him.
- And how you going to do that? - Easy, I'll do a scan for alien tech.
Finally a professional.
- The bomb's under the tarpaulin. - They put the fence up overnight.
See that building? The hospital?
- What about it? - That's where the Doctor is.
You should talk to him.
For now, I'm more interested in getting in there.
- Talk to the Doctor first. - Why?
Because then maybe you won't want to get inside.
Where you going?
There was a lot of food in that house. I've got mouths to feed.
Should be safe enough now.
Can I ask you a question?
- Who did you lose? - What?
The way you look after all those kids. It's 'cause you lost somebody, isn't it?
You're doing all this to make up for it.
My little brother. Jamie.
One night I went out looking for food. Same night that thing fell.
Told him not to follow me. I told him it was dangerous. But he just...
He just didn't like being on his own.
What happened?
In the middle of an air raid? What do you think happened?
- Amazing. - What is?
1941. Right now, not very far from here
the German war machine is rolling up the map of Europe.
Country after country, falling like dominoes. Nothing can stop it, nothing.
Until one tiny, damp, little island says "no".
No, not here.
A mouse in front of a lion.
You're amazing. The lot of you.
Don't know what you do to Hitler, but you frighten the hell out of me.
Off you go, then. Do what you got to do. Save the world.
You'll find them everywhere. In every bed, in every ward.
Hundreds of them.
Yes, I saw. Why are they still wearing gas masks?
- They're not. Who are you? - I'm...
- Are you the Doctor? - Dr Constantine. And you are?
- Nancy sent me. - Nancy?
That means you must have been asking about the bomb.
Yes.
What do you know about it?
Nothing. Why I was asking. What do you know?
Only what it's done.
These people were all caught up in the blast?
None of them were.
You're very sick.
Dying, I should think. I just haven't been able to find the time.
- Are you a doctor? - I have my moments.
- Have you examined any of them yet? - No.
Don't touch the flesh.
- Which one? - Any one.
Conclusions?
Massive head trauma, mostly to the left side.
Partial collapse of the chest cavity, mostly to the right.
There's scarring on the back of the hand
and the gas mask seems to be fused to the flesh, but I can't see any burns.
Examine another one.
- This is impossible. - Examine another.
- This is impossible. - No.
- They've all got the same injuries. - Yes.
- Exactly the same. - Yes.
Identical, all of them, right down to the scar on the back of the hand.
How did this happen? How did it start?
When that bomb dropped, there was just one victim.
- Dead? - At first.
His injuries were truly dreadful.
By the following morning every doctor and nurse who had treated him,
who had touched him, had those exact same injuries.
By the next morning, every patient on the same ward, the exact same injuries.
Within a week, the entire hospital.
Physical injuries as plague.
Can you explain that?
What would you say was the cause of death?
- The head trauma. - No.
- Asphyxiation? - No.
- The collapse of the chest cavity. - No.
All right, what was the cause of death?
There wasn't one.
They're not dead.
It's all right, they are harmless.
They just sort of sit there.
No heartbeat. No life signs of any kind.
They just don't die.
And they've just been left here. Nobody's doing anything?
I try and make them comfortable. What else is there?
Just you? You're the only one here.
Before this war began I was a father and a grandfather.
Now I'm neither. But I'm still a doctor.
Yeah. I know the feeling.
I suspect the plan is to blow up the hospital and blame it on a German bomb.
- Probably too late. - I know.
There are isolated cases.
Isolated cases breaking out all over London.
Stay back.
Listen to me. Top floor.
Room 802.
That's where they took the first victim. The one from the crash site.
- And you must find Nancy again. - Nancy?
It was her brother.
She knows more than she's saying. She won't tell me, but she...
Mummy.
Are you my...
mummy?
Hello?
Good evening. Hope we're not interrupting.
Jack Harkness. I've been hearing all about you on the way over.
He knows, I had to tell him. About us being Time Agents.
And it's a real pleasure to meet you, Mr Spock.
Mr Spock?
What was I supposed to say? You don't have a name.
Don't you ever get tired of "Doctor"? Doctor who?
Nine centuries in, I'm coping. Where've you been?
We're in the middle of a London Blitz, not the time for a stroll.
Who's strolling? I went by barrage balloon.
- Only way to see an air raid. - What?
Listen, what's a Chula warship?
Chula?
Please, Mummy. Please let me In.
I'm scared of the bombs, Mummy.
Please, Mummy.
Mummy.
This just isn't possible. How did this happen?
- What kind of Chula ship landed here? - What?
He said it was a warship.
He stole it, parked it somewhere out there.
Somewhere a bomb's gonna fall on it. Unless we make him an offer.
- What kind of warship? - Does it matter?
It has nothing to do with this.
This started at the bomb site. It's got everything to do with it.
- What kind of warship? - An ambulance.
Look. That's what you chased through the time vortex.
It's space junk, I wanted to kid you it was valuable, it's empty.
I made sure of it, nothing but a shell.
I threw it at you.
Saw your time travel vehicle, love the retro look by the way,
- nice panels, threw you the bait... - Bait?
I wanted to sell it to you, then destroy it before you found it was junk.
- You said it was a warship. - They have ambulances in wars.
It's a con. I was conning you.
That's what I am, I'm a con man. Thought you were Time Agents.
- You're not, are you? - Just a couple more freelancers.
Oh! Should've known, the way you guys are blending in with the local colour.
Flag Girl was bad enough, but U-boat Captain?
Anyway, whatever's happening here has got nothing to do with that ship.
What is happening here, Doctor?
Human DNA is being rewritten.
- By an idiot. - What do you mean?
I don't know, some kind of virus. Converting humans into these things.
But why? What's the point?
Mummy.
Where's my mummy?
Mummy.
Are you my mummy?
Mummy.
- What's happening? - I don't know.
Mummy.
It's me. Nancy.
Don't let them touch you.
- What happens if they touch us? - You're looking at it.
- Are you my mummy? - It's Nancy, your sister.
You're dead, Jamie. You're dead.
Mummy.
Mummy. Mummy...
- Mummy. - Mummy.
Mummy...
I don't know what's happening but I had nothing to do with it.
I'll tell you what's happening.
You forgot to set your alarm clock. It's Volcano Day.
That door should hold it for a bit.
The door? The wall didn't stop it.
Halt. Don't move.
Go on, ask me anything, I'm on fire.
You've got the moves, show me your moves.
The world doesn't end 'cause the Doctor dances.
Stay back.
Mummy.
- Doctor. - Secure those gates.
- Why? - Just do it.
All that weapons tech in the hands of an hysterical four-year-old
looking for his mummy.
And nothing in the world can stop it.
And why are we chasing it?
It's mauve and dangerous, and about 30 seconds from the centre of London.
Excuse me, there's this thing that I need to find.
Would've fallen from the sky.
Nancy, the thing I'm looking for, you know what I'm talking about, don't you?
I've got you, you're fine.
- Hello. - Hello.
Jack Harkness, I've been hearing all about you on the way over.
It's 1941, the height of the London Blitz, and something else has fallen on London.
He said it was a warship, he stole it.
Parked it somewhere, somewhere a bomb's going to fall on it,
unless we make him an offer.
It's a con. I was conning you. That's what I am. I'm a con man.
Mummy.
There's something chasing you and the other kids.
Mummy. Mummy!
You mustn't let him touch you.
- What happens if he touches me? - He makes you like him.
Right, everybody out, across the back garden, under the fence. Now, go, move!
You'll find them everywhere, in every bed in every ward.
Hundreds of them.
They've all got the same injuries, scarring on the back of the hand,
and the gas mask seems to be fused to the flesh.
- What was the cause of death? - They're not dead.
Are you my mummy?
It's me Nancy!
- Don't let them touch you. - What happens if they touch us?
You're looking at it.
Mummy. Mummy...
Go to your room.
I mean it, I'm very, very angry with you.
I'm very, very cross.
Go to your room!
I'm really glad that worked.
Those would have been terrible last words.
Jamie.
- Why are they all wearing gas masks? - They're not.
Those masks are flesh and bone.
- How was your con supposed to work? - Simple enough, really.
Find some harmless piece of space junk,
let the nearest Time Agent track it back to Earth,
convince him it's valuable and name a price.
When he's put 50% upfront... oops!
German bomb falls on it, destroys it forever.
He never gets to see what he's paid for, never knows he's been had.
I buy him a drink with his own money and we discuss dumb luck.
- The perfect self-cleaning con. - Yeah. Perfect.
The London Blitz is great for self-cleaners.
Pompeii's nice if you want to make a vacation of it, though.
But you've got to set your alarm for Volcano Day.
- Getting a hint of disapproval. - Take a look around the room.
This is what your piece of harmless space junk did.
It was a burnt-out medical transporter, it was empty.
Rose.
- Are we getting out of here? - We're going upstairs.
I programmed the flight computer so it wouldn't land on anything living.
I harmed no one!
I don't know what's happening here but I had nothing to do with it.
I'll tell you what's happening.
You forgot to set your alarm clock. It's Volcano Day.
- What's that? - The all clear.
I wish.
I thought you were Jamie.
- Dad! Dad! - Ruddy kids!
- Get off of me! - Give us a hand.
- Get your hands off me now! - You! Get in!
Get her in there. She's nicked!
- Mr Spock? - Doctor.
Have you got a blaster?
Sure.
The night your space junk landed, someone was hurt.
- This is where they were taken. - What happened?
Let's find out. Get it open.
- What's up with your sonic screwdriver? - Nothing.
Sonic blaster, 51 st century. Weapon factories of Villengard.
- You've been to the factories? - Once.
They're gone now, destroyed. Main reactor went critical, vaporized the lot.
Like I said. Once.
There's a banana grove there now. I like bananas. Bananas are good.
- Nice blast pattern. - Digital.
- Squareness gun? I like it. - Yeah.
- What do you think? - Something got out of here.
Yeah. And?
Something powerful. Angry.
Powerful and angry.
A child?
- I suppose this explains "mummy". - How could a child do this?
- Do you know where you are? - Are you my mummy?
Are you aware of what's around you?
Can you... see?
Are you my mummy?
- What do you want? Do you know... - I want my mummyl
Are you my mummy? I want my mummy.
Are you my mummy?
Mummy? Mummy?
- Doctor, I've heard this voice before. - Me, too.
Mummy?
Always "are you my mummy?" Like he doesn't know.
Mummy.
Why doesn't he know?
Are you there, Mummy? Mummy?
The police are on their way.
I pay for the food on this table.
The sweat on my brow, that food is. The sweat on my brow.
Anything else you'd like? I've got a whole house here.
Anything else you'd like to help yourself to?
Yeah.
I'd like some wire cutters, please.
Something that can cut through barbed wire.
Oh, and a torch. Don't look like that, Mr Lloyd.
I know you got plenty of tools in here. I been watching this house for ages.
And I'd like another look round your kitchen cupboards.
I was in a hurry the first time. I want to see if there's anything I missed.
The food on this table...
It's an awful lot of food, isn't it, Mr Lloyd?
A lot more than on anyone else's table.
Half this street thinks
your missus must be messing about with Mr Haverstock, the butcher.
But she's not, is she?
You are. Wire cutters. Torch. Food.
And I'd like to use your bathroom before I leave, please.
Oh, look! There's the sweat on your brow.
Mummy? Please, Mummy. Mummy?
Doctor?
- Can you sense it? - Sense what?
Coming out of the walls. Can you feel it?
Funny little human brains. How do you get around in those things?
When he's stressed, he likes to insult species.
- Rose, I'm thinking! - He cuts himself shaving.
He does half an hour on life-forms he's cleverer than.
There are these children. Living rough round the bomb sites.
They come out during air raids, looking for food.
Mummy, please.
Suppose they were there when this thing, whatever it was, landed.
- It was a med-ship, it was harmless. - You keep saying. Harmless.
- Suppose one was affected. Altered. - Altered how?
I'm herel
It's afraid, terribly afraid and powerful.
It doesn't know it yet. But it will do.
It's got the power of a god and I just sent it to its room.
Doctor.
I'm herel Can't you see me?
What's that noise?
End of the tape. It ran out about 30 seconds ago.
I'm here nowl Can't you see me?
I sent it to its room. This is its room.
Are you my mummy?
Mummy?
Doctor?
Okay, on my signal make for the door.
- Mummy? - Now!
Mummy?
- Go, now, don't drop the banana! - Why not?
Good source of potassium.
Give me that.
Mummy? I want my mummy.
Digital rewind. Nice switch.
It's from the groves of Villengard, thought it was appropriate.
There's really a banana grove in Villengard? And you did that?
Bananas are good.
- Doctor! - Come on!
Mummy! Mummy!
It's keeping us here till it can get at us.
- It's controlling them? - It is them.
It's every living thing in this hospital.
Okay. This can function as a sonic blaster,
a sonic cannon and it's a triple-enfolded sonic disruptor.
- Doc, what you got? - I've got a sonic... Never mind.
- What? - It's sonic, okay? Let's leave it at that.
Disruptor? Cannon? What?
It's sonic, totally sonic. I am soniced up.
- A sonic what? - Screwdriver!
Going down.
Doctor, are you okay?
- Could've used a warning. - The gratitude.
- Who has a sonic screwdriver? - I do.
Lights?
Who looks at a screwdriver and thinks, "Ooh, this could be more sonic?"
- You've never been bored? - There's got to be a light switch.
Never had a long night? Never had a lot of cabinets to put up?
- Mummy. - Mummy.
Door.
- Damn it! - Mummy?
It's the special features, they really drain the battery.
The battery?
It's so lame.
I was going to send for another one but somebody's got to blow up the factory.
I know. First day I met him, he blew my job up.
That's practically how he communicates.
Okay, that door should hold it for a bit.
- The door? The wall didn't stop it. - It's got to find us first!
Come on, we're not done yet. Assets.
I've got a banana and, in a pinch, you could put up some shelves.
- Window? - Barred. Sheer drop. Seven storeys.
And no other exits.
The assets conversation went in a flash, didn't it?
- Where'd you pick this one up, then? - Doctor.
She was hanging from a barrage balloon, I had an invisible spaceship.
I never stood a chance.
Okay. One, we've got to get out of here.
Two, we can't get out of here. Have I missed anything?
Yeah. Jack just disappeared.
I thought as much. What are all of you doing here?
Different house every night I told you.
We thought you were dead. Or you'd run off.
I didn't. I knew you'd come back for us.
Found that old thing in the junk.
- Thinks he's can write now. - Writing a letter to me dad.
You don't even know where your dad is. How you gonna send it?
- I don't know, stick it in an envelope. - You can't even read or write.
I don't need to, I've got a machine.
Will you stop making that noise?
I'm sorry, Jim.
On you go, you write a letter to your dad if you want to.
I know we should have went somewhere else
but we need you, see, for the thinking.
What if I wasn't here?
What if one night I didn't come back for you?
There's a war on, people go out.
They don't always come back. It happens.
What would you do then?
They're wire cutters.
I need you to think about that.
- Someone's got to look after this lot. - Why? Are you going somewhere?
The bomb site. The one at the railway station.
- Why? - The child.
That's where he was killed.
That's where it all started. And I'm gonna find out how.
- He'll get you. - And then he'll come for us.
- He always comes for us. - No, Ernie, he doesn't.
He always comes after me.
There are things I haven't told you. Things I can't tell you.
As long as you're with me, you're in danger.
Even right now. Sitting here. You're in danger because of me.
You're the one that keeps us safe.
You think so, Ernie? Then answer this.
Jim is sitting there right next to you.
So who's typing?
Is he coming?
Ernie, as long as you're with me, he's always coming.
Plenty of greens. And chew your food.
Okay, so he's vanished into thin air.
Why is it always the great-looking ones who do that?
- I'm making an effort not to be insulted. - I mean, men.
Okay, thanks, that really helped.
Rose? Doctor? Can you hear me?
Back on my ship.
Used the emergency teleport. Sorry I couldn't take you.
It's securlty-keyed to my molecular structure.
I'm working on it, hang in there.
How are you speaking to us?
Om-Com. I can call anythlng wlth a speaker grlll.
- Now there's a coincidence. - What Is?
- The child can Om-Com, too. - He can?
Anything with a speaker grill. Even the Tardis phone.
What, you mean the child can phone us?
And I can hear you. Comlng to flnd you.
Comlng to flnd you.
- Doctor, can you hear that? - Loud and clear.
I'll try to block out the signal. Least I can do.
Comlng to flnd you, Mummy.
Remember this one, Rose?
Our song.
What you doing?
Trying to set up a resonation pattern in the concrete, loosen the bars.
- Do you think he's coming back? - Wouldn't bet my life.
Why don't you trust him?
- Why do you? - Saved my life.
Bloke-wise, that's up there with flossing.
I trust him because he's like you. Except with dating and dancing.
- What? - You just assume I'm...
- What? - You just assume I don't dance.
What? Are you telling me you do dance?
900 years old, me. I've been around a bit.
I think you can assume at some point I've danced.
- You? - Problem?
Doesn't the universe implode or something if you dance?
Well, I've got the moves but I wouldn't want to boast.
You've got the moves? Show me your moves.
Rose, I'm trying to resonate concrete.
Jack will be back. He'll get us out. So come on.
The world doesn't end because the Doctor dances.
- Barrage balloon? - What?
You were hanging from a barrage balloon.
Oh. Yeah. About two minutes after you left me.
Thousands of feet above London, middle of a German air raid,
Union Jack all over my chest.
I've travelled with a lot of people
but you're setting new records for jeopardy friendly.
Is this you dancing? Because I've got notes.
Hanging from a rope, thousands of feet above London.
Not a cut, not a bruise.
Yeah, I know. Captain Jack fixed me up.
We're calling him Captain Jack now, are we?
His name's Jack and he's a captain.
- He's not really a captain, Rose. - Do you know what I think?
I think you're experiencing captain-envy.
You will find your feet at the end of your legs.
You may care to move them.
If ever he was a captain, he's been defrocked.
- Yeah? Shame I missed that. - Actually, I quit.
Nobody takes my frock.
Most people notice when they've been teleported.
You guys are so sweet.
Sorry about the delay.
Had to take the Nav-Com off-line to override the teleport security.
You can spend 10 minutes overriding your own protocols.
Maybe you should remember whose ship it is.
I do. She was gorgeous.
Like I told her, be back in five minutes.
- This is a Chula ship. - Yeah, just like that medical transporter.
Only this one is dangerous.
They're what fixed up my hands up. Jack called them...
- Nanobots? Nanogenes? - Nanogenes, yeah.
Subatomic robots. There are millions of them in here. See?
Burned my hand on the console when we landed. All better now.
They activate when the bulkhead's sealed.
Check you out for damage, fix any physical flaws.
Take us to the crash site. I need to see your space junk.
Soon as I get the Nav-Com back online. Make yourself comfortable.
Carry on with whatever it was you were doing.
- We were talking about dancing. - It didn't look like talking.
Didn't feel like dancing.
Halt! Don't move!
So, you used to be a Time Agent and now you're trying to con them?
If it makes me sound any better, it's not for the money.
For what?
Woke up one morning when I was still working for them,
found they'd stolen two years of my memories.
- I'd like them back. - They stole your memories?
Two years of my life. No idea what I did.
Your friend over there doesn't trust me. And for all I know, he's right not to.
Okay. We're good to go. The crash site?
- As you were. You feeling any better? - Just a touch, sir.
Chain her up where Jenkins can keep an eye on her.
No. Not in here. Not with him.
You shouldn't have broken in here if you didn't want to stay.
You don't understand. Not with him.
This is a restricted area, miss.
You can just sit here for a bit.
We're going to have to ask you a few questions.
Found these, sir.
Very professional, a little bit too professional.
Didn't just drop in by accident then, did you?
My little brother died here.
I wanted to find out what killed him.
Take the men, check the fence for any other breaches.
And search the area, she may not have come here alone.
- Yes, sir! - Please.
Listen, you can't leave me here.
- Watch her, Jenkins. - Yes, Mummy.
- Jenkins? - Sorry.
Sir, I don't know what's the matter with me.
Look, lock me up, fine, but not here. Please, anywhere but here.
You'll be all right, miss. I'm just a little...
Just a little...
What's the matter with you?
- Please, let me go. - Why would I do that?
Because you've got a scar on the back of your hand.
Yes, but I don't see what that's got to do with anything.
You feel like you're gonna be sick.
Like something's forcing its way up your throat.
I know because I've seen it before.
- What's happening to me? - In a minute you won't be you anymore.
You won't even remember you.
And unless you let me go, it's going to happen to me, too.
- Please. - What are you talking about?
- What's your mother's name? - Matilda.
- You got a wife? - Yes.
Wife's name?
You got kids? What's your name?
Please, let me go. It's too late for you. I'm sorry.
But please let me go.
What...
Mummy!
There it is.
They've got Algy on duty. Must be important.
We've got to get past him.
Are the words "distract the guard" heading in my general direction?
I don't think that'd be such a good idea.
Don't worry, I can handle it.
I've got to know Algy quite well since I've been in town.
Trust me, you're not his type.
I'll distract him.
Don't wait up.
Relax. He's a 51 st century guy.
He's just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing.
How flexible?
By his time, you lot are spread out across half the galaxy.
- Meaning? - So many species, so little time.
What, that's what we do when we get out there?
That's our mission? We seek new life and...
Dance.
Hey, tiger. How's it hanging?
- Mummy? - Algy, old sport, it's me.
- Mummy? - It's me, Jack.
Jack?
Are you my mummy?
Stay back! You men, stay away.
The effect's becoming airborne, accelerating.
- What's keeping us safe? - Nothing.
- Here they come again. - All we need.
Didn't you say a bomb was gonna land here?
Never mind about that.
If the contaminant's airborne now, there's hours left.
- Till what? - Till nothing.
Forever. For the entire human race.
And can anyone else hear singing?
#... the tree tops
# When the wind blows the cradle will rock
# When the bow breaks the cradle will fall
# Down will come baby cradle and all
# Rock-a-bye baby on the tree tops
# When the wind blows the cradle will rock #
You see? Just an ambulance.
That's an ambulance?
It's hard to explain. It's from another world.
- They've been trying to get in. - Of course they have.
They think they've got their hands on Hitler's latest secret weapon.
- What are you doing? - The sooner you see this thing's empty,
the sooner you'll know I had nothing to do with it.
Didn't happen last time.
It hadn't crashed last time. There'll be emergency protocols.
Doctor, what is that?
Mummy.
Doctor!
- Captain, secure those gates. - Why?
Just do it!
Nancy, how did you get in here?
- I cut the wire. - Show Rose.
Setting 2,428-D.
- What? - Reattaches barbed wire. Go!
Who are you? Who are any of you?
Never believe me if I told you.
You just told me that was an ambulance from another world.
There are people running round with gas masks calling for their mummies
and the sky's full of Germans dropping bombs on me.
Tell me, do you think there's anything left I couldn't believe?
We're time travellers. From the future.
- Mad, you are! - We have a time travel machine.
It's not that. All right, you got a time travel machine.
I'll believe you. Believe anything, me.
But what future?
Nancy, this isn't the end.
I know how it looks, it's not the end of the world or anything.
How can you say that? Look at it.
Listen to me. I was born in this city.
I'm from here, in like 50 years' time.
- From here? - I'm a Londoner.
- From your future. - But...
- But you're not... - What?
- German? - Nancy.
The Germans don't come here. They don't win.
Don't tell anyone I told you so. But you know what?
- You win. - We win?
Come on.
It's empty. Look at it.
What do you expect in a Chula medical transporter?
Bandages? Cough drops?
- Rose? - I don't know.
- Yes, you do. - Nanogenes!
It wasn't empty, Captain.
There was enough nanogenes in there to rebuild a species.
- Oh, God. - Getting it now, are we?
When the ship crashes, the nanogenes escape.
Billions upon billions of them.
Ready to fix all the cuts and bruises in the whole world.
But what they find first is a dead child.
Probably killed earlier that night. And wearing a gas mask.
And they brought him back to life? They can do that?
What's life? Life's easy. A quirk of matter.
Nature's way of keeping meat fresh. Nothing to a nanogene.
One problem, though.
These nanogenes, they're not like the ones on your ship.
This lot have never seen a human being before.
Don't know what a human being's supposed to look like.
All they've got to go on is one little body, and there's not a lot left.
But they carry right on.
They do what they're programmed to, they patch it up.
Can't tell what's gas mask and what's skull, but they do their best.
And then off they fly, off they go, work to be done.
'Cause you see, now they think they know what people should look like.
And it's time to fix all the rest. And they won't ever stop.
They won't ever stop.
The entire human race is gonna be torn down
and rebuilt in the form of one terrified child looking for its mother.
- And nothing in the world can stop it! - I didn't know.
Mummy.
Rose?
Mummy. Mummy...
It's bringing the gas mask people here, isn't it?
The ship thinks it's under attack. It's calling up the troops. Standard protocol.
But the gas mask people aren't troops!
They are now. This is a battlefield ambulance.
The nanogenes don't just fix you up, they get you ready for the frontline.
- Equip you, programme you. - That's why the child's so strong?
- Why it could do that phoning thing? - It's a fully equipped Chula warrior, yes.
All that weapons tech in the hands of an hysterical four-year-old
looking for his mummy and now there's an army of them.
Mummy. Mummy.
Why don't they attack?
Good little soldiers. Waiting for their commander.
The child?
- Jamie. - What?
Not the child. Jamie.
- So how long until the bomb falls? - Any second.
What's the matter, Captain? Bit close to the volcano for you?
- He's just a little boy. - I know.
- He's just a boy who wants his mummy. - I know.
There isn't a little boy born
who wouldn't tear the world apart to save his mummy.
- And this little boy can. - So what are we gonna do?
I don't know.
- It's my fault. - No.
- It is. It's all my fault. - How can it be your...
Mummy. Mummy.
- Mummy - Mummy!
Mummy!
Nancy, what age are you?
20? 21? Older than you look, yes?
Doctor, that bomb, we've got seconds.
- You can teleport us out. - Not you guys.
The Nav-Com's back online.
Gonna take too long to override the protocols.
So it's Volcano Day. Do what you've got to do.
Jack?
How old were you five years ago? 15? 16?
Old enough to give birth, anyway.
He's not your brother, is he?
A teenage single mother in 1941.
So you hid. You lied.
You even lied to him.
Are you my mummy?
He's gonna keep asking, Nancy.
- He's never gonna stop. - Mummy.
Tell him.
Nancy, the future of the human race is in your hands.
Trust me and tell him.
Are you my mummy?
- Yes, I am your mummy. - Mummy?
- I'm here. - Are you my mummy?
I'm here.
- Are you my mummy? - Yes.
Are you my mummy?
He doesn't understand, there's not enough of him left.
I am your mummy. I will always be your mummy.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
What's happening?
- Doctor, it's changing her, we should... - Shh!
Come on. Please!
Come on, you clever little nanogenes. Figure it out.
The mother, she's the mother.
It's got to be enough information. Figure it out.
- What's happening? - See?
Recognising the same DNA.
Come on. Give me a day like this.
Give me this one.
Welcome back! 20 years to pop music, you're gonna love it.
What happened?
The nanogenes recognised the superior information. The parent DNA.
They didn't change you because you changed them.
- Mother knows best. - Jamie.
- Doctor, that bomb. - Taken care of it.
- How? - Psychology.
- Doctor! - Good lad.
The bomb's already started detonation. I've put it in stasis, but it won't last!
Change of plan! Don't need the bomb. Can you get rid of it, safely as you can?
- Rose? - Yeah?
Goodbye.
By the way. Love the T-shirt!
- What are you doing? - Software patch.
Gonna email the upgrade. You want moves, Rose.
I'll give you moves.
Everybody lives, Rose. Just this once!
Everybody lives!
Dr Constantine, who never left his patients.
Back on your feet, constant doctor.
World doesn't want to get by without you just yet
and I don't blame it one bit.
These are your patients. All better now.
Yes, so it seems.
They also seem to be standing around in a disused railway station.
Is there any particular reason for that?
Yeah, well, you know, cutbacks.
Listen, whatever was wrong with them in the past
you're probably gonna find that they're cured.
Just tell them what a great doctor you are, don't make a big thing of it. Okay?
Dr Constantine.
Mrs Harcourt! How much better you're looking!
My leg's grown back.
When I come to the hospital, I had one leg.
Well, there is a war on, is it possible you miscounted?
Right, you lot. Lots to do. Beat the Germans, save the world.
Don't forget the welfare state!
Setting this to self-destruct, soon as everybody's clear.
History says there was an explosion here.
- Who am I to argue with history? - Usually, the first in line.
The nanogenes will clean up the mess
and switch themselves off, 'cause I just told them to.
Nancy and Jamie will go to Dr Constantine for help, ditto.
All in all, all things considered. Fantastic!
Look at you beaming away like you're Father Christmas.
Who says I'm not? Red bicycle when you were 12.
- What? - And everybody lives, Rose.
Everybody lives. I need more days like this!
- Doctor. - Go on, ask me anything. I'm on fire.
What about Jack?
Why did he say goodbye?
Okay, computer, how long can we keep the bomb in stasis?
Stasls decaylng at 90% cycle.
- Detonatlon In three mlnutes. - Can we jettison it?
Any attempt to jettlson the devlce wlll preclpltate detonatlon.
- 100% probablllty. - We could stick it in an escape pod?
There Is no escape pod on board.
Okay, see the flaw in that. I'll get in the escape pod.
There Is no escape pod on board.
- Did you check everywhere? - Afflrmatlve.
- Under the sink? - Afflrmatlve.
Okay.
Out of 100, exactly how dead am I?
Termlnatlon of Captaln Jack Harkness In under two mlnutes.
100% probablllty.
Lovely. Thanks.
- Good to know the numbers. - You're welcome.
Okay, then!
Think we'd better initiate emergency protocol 417.
Afflrmatlve.
A little too much vermouth. See if I come here again.
Funny thing.
Last time I was sentenced to death
I ordered four hyper-vodkas for my breakfast.
All a bit of a blur after that.
Woke up in bed with both my executioners.
Lovely couple. They stayed in touch.
Can't say that about most executioners.
Anyway.
Thanks for everything, computer.
It's been great.
Well! Hurry up, then!
Okay, all right and turn.
Okay, try and spin me again. But this time, don't get my arm up my back.
- No extra points for a half-nelson. - I'm sure I used to know this stuff.
Close the door, will you?
Your ship's about to blow up, there's gonna be a draft.
Welcome to the Tardis.
- Much bigger on the inside. - You'd better be.
I think what the Doctor is trying to say is, you may cut in.
- Rose! I've just remembered! - What?
I can dance!
Actually, Doctor, I thought Jack might like this dance.
I'm sure he would, Rose, I'm absolutely certain.
But who with?
Whoo!
And I was having such a nice day.
According to Intelligence,
the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family.
A criminal sect from the planet Rexicoricophalvitorius
masquerading as a human being, zipped inside a skin suit.
Its nuclear power station right in the heart of Cardiff city
will bring jobs for all.
And it just so happens to be right on top of the rift.
If this power station went into meltdown, the entire planet would go...
Go on then, run!
It's the rift, the rift's opening.
The whole city's going to disappear!
Time and space are ripping apart.
Never mind Cardiff, it's going to rip open the planet!