Did you see that spaceship in the hangar? Yeah, we found that on the lake bed.
In here! Wait, are they saying something?
The dark. The sword. The forsaken. The temple.
These words actually rewrite the synaptic connections in your brain.
They're coordinates.
Someone is deliberately getting people killed...
and turning them into transmitters.
I can save you.
A new ghost.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
So there's this man. He has a time machine.
Up and down history he goes, zip, zip, zip, zip, zip,
getting into scrapes.
Another thing he has...
is a passion for the works...
of Ludwig van Beethoven.
And one day he thinks,
"What's the point of having a time machine
"if you don't get to meet your heroes?"
So off he goes to 18th-century Germany.
But he can't find Beethoven anywhere.
No one's heard of him.
Not even his family have any idea
who the time traveller is talking about.
Beethoven literally...
doesn't exist.
This didn't happen, by the way.
I've met Beethoven.
Nice chap.
Very intense. Loved an arm-wrestle.
No, this is called...
"The Bootstrap Paradox."
Google it.
The time traveller panics.
He can't bear the thought of a world without the music of Beethoven.
Luckily,
he brought all of his Beethoven sheet music for Ludwig to sign.
So he copies out
all the concertos and the symphonies...
and he gets them published.
He becomes Beethoven.
And history continues...
with barely a feather ruffled.
But my question is this.
Who put those notes and phrases together?
Who really composed Beethoven's Fifth?
Where's Bennett? We need to get going.
Oh, he's still throwing up.
One small step for man, one giant...
Time travel does that sometimes. Somehow I doubt that Rose
or Martha or Amy lost their breakfast on the first trip.
You seem to know an awful lot about me.
I used to be military intelligence. I was demoted...
for dangling a colleague out of a window.
In anger?
Is there another way to dangle someone out of a window?
What year are we in?
1980.
So, pre-Harold Saxon. Pre-the Minister of War.
Pre-the moon exploding and a big bat coming out.
The Minister of War? Yeah...
No, never mind.
I expect I'll find out soon enough.
Sorry about that.
Had a prawn sandwich. Might have been off.
Uh, don't worry.
Shall we go?
Uh, just one sec, I've just got something in my boot...
It's bigger on the inside. It's bigger on the inside.
How can it be bigger on the inside, Bennett?
Okay, let's roll.
Why have we gone to Russia? Uh, we haven't.
We're still in Scotland.
This is the town before it flooded.
The Tardis has brought us to when the spaceship first touched down.
But here and now, it's the height of the Cold War.
The military were being trained for offensives on Soviet soil.
Oh, is that the pilot?
My God, look at the size of it.
No...
that's the body.
What do you mean, "the body"?
This isn't just any spaceship.
It's a hearse.
The suspended-animation chamber is still here.
And the power cells for the engine.
And there are no markings on the wall.
Yet.
Greetings!
It's him, that's the ghost from the Drum.
Remarkable.
And humans, too...
Albar Prentis, Funeral Director.
Hey, you're from Tivoli, aren't you? The most invaded planet in the galaxy.
Our capital city has a sign saying, "If you occupied us,
you'd be home by now."
Yes, I've had dealings with your lot before.
I can't say I'm a fan. No, we do tend to antagonize.
What are you doing here? Ah, yes. Of course.
This...
is the Fisher King.
He and his armies invaded Tivoli and enslaved us for ten glorious years.
Until we were liberated by the Arcateenians.
But, thank the gods,
soon we'd irritated them so much, they enslaved us, too.
My first proper alien. And he's an idiot.
And now, in accordance with Arcateenian custom,
I've come to bury him...
on a barren, savage outpost.
You mean the town?
He means the planet. Although...
at the risk of starting a bidding war, you could enslave me.
In the ship I have directions to my planet
and a selection of items that you can appraise me with.
Listen, we've come from the future. You're about to send some sort of a signal.
How do you do it? Is it a special pen?
What are you talking about? The technology you use.
The thing that wrenches the soul out of the body
and makes it repeat your coordinates for eternity.
Give it to me now, I'm going to take the batteries out.
We don't have anything like that.
Even this belongs to the glorious Arcateenians.
So who sends the message?
Back to the Tardis. I need to talk to Clara.
You've been here before,
in situations like this before.
Yeah, not exactly like, but...
yeah, once or twice.
So you've had to deal with people who are scared.
What do you say to them?
I'm asking what I should say to you.
That it will be all right.
That the Doctor will save us.
And when you say it, do you believe it?
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
And now?
Cass thinks the Doctor's saying something different than the others.
He's saying, "Moran, Pritchard..."
"Apprentice"? No...
"Prentis..."
"O'Donnell, Clara, Doctor, Bennett, Cass."
It's just a list of all our names.
And when he finishes, he just goes back to the beginning again,
over and over, that's it. Who's Prentis?
It's the Doctor. He's alive?
For the moment.
Doctor?
Doctor, are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine. So listen, the spaceship, it's a hearse.
Clara, what's wrong?
Another ghost has appeared.
What? Who?
Has someone died? Doctor...
it's you.
Are you okay? Yeah.
Well...
currently.
What does it mean?
It means I die. No, not necessarily.
We can change the sequence of events so...
This isn't a potential future.
This is the future now.
It's already happened.
The proof is right there in front of you.
I have to die.
No. You can change things.
I can't.
Even the tiniest change, the ramifications could be catastrophic.
It could spread carnage and chaos across the universe,
like ripples on a pond.
Oh, well, I've had a good innings.
This regeneration, it's a bit of a clerical error, anyway.
Gotta go sometime.
Not with me!
Die with whoever comes after me. You do not leave me!
Clara, I need to talk to you, just on your own.
Listen to me.
We all have to face death eventually. Be it ours or someone else's.
I'm not ready yet.
I don't want to think about that, not yet.
I can't change what's already happened.
There are rules.
So break them.
And anyway, you owe me.
You've made yourself essential to me. You've given me something else to...
to be.
And you can't do that and then die. It's not fair.
Clara... No.
Doctor, I don't care about your rules or your bloody survivor's guilt.
If you love me in any way...
you'll come back.
Doctor, are you...
I can't save Moran or Pritchard.
No, but like you said, if you can,
if you can find out why this is happening, then maybe you can stop them
killing anybody else, you can save us.
And you can stop it happening to you.
I'll do what I can,
but the future has already happened.
We've just met the undertaker and he's still alive.
So.
Ghost me. You've got a better view than me.
How do I look?
Any signs of trauma, any scars? Any clues as to how I die?
No, nothing.
You're the same as all the other ghosts, with the weird black eyes and...
No. No, wait.
Your coat.
It's torn. The right shoulder.
And I assume that I'm just saying the same thing as the others.
No...
you're saying a list of names, our names, mainly.
Moran, Pritchard, Prentis, O'Donnell, Clara, Doctor, Bennett, Cass.
Who's Prentis? The mole-faced chap.
What's the matter? Clara, what's happening?
You've moved inside. You're inside here now.
What am I doing? Uh...
Nothing, you're just standing there.
I'm not trying to kill you? Why am I not trying to kill you?
No, wait, you're moving...
going toward the control panel.
Oh, no.
He's opened the Faraday Cage. He's let the other ghosts out.
Clara, I need to talk to me now.
What, didn't you hear me? You just opened the Faraday cage.
The other ghosts are outside. Shouldn't we be hiding?
In a minute. I need to talk to the ghost me.
Okay, Doctor, you're on.
Doctor.
Such an honour. I've always been a huge admirer.
This is really a delight.
Finally someone worth talking to.
So, firstly, why are you here?
Clara? Clara, what's happening?
Um...
You've just stopped.
Oh, no, wait, you've started again.
His message has changed, he's saying something different.
He's saying...
What? What?
He's saying,
"The chamber will open tonight."
Clara, now the ghosts are out, go to the Faraday Cage.
They won't be able to get you in there.
Oh, there's a problem.
Problem? What problem?
Oh, really, 'cause everything else is going so smoothly.
The phone signal won't be able to get through.
What you'll have to do... I know, put the phone outside,
and you can watch it through the little round porthole.
And when you see it ringing,
if it is safe to do so, go out and answer it.
Okay, well, how long are you going to... Clara, listen to me.
Don't let that phone out of your sight.
I need to be able to reach you.
I need to know everything my ghost does. Do you understand?
I'll come back for you. I swear.
Come on.
Oh, wait a minute. Not you, O'Donnell. Well, why not?
Someone need to stay here and mind the shop.
What if Clara calls?
The last bloke that said something like that to me
got dangled out of a window.
Maybe the Doctor's right, maybe it's best if you stay here.
Never going to happen. Seriously, have you two met me?
Prentis.
Prentis!
Guess that dead body wasn't so dead after all.
And now we've got the writing.
The Fisher King did it himself.
The future is still coming.
He's taken the suspended-animation chamber to the church.
What was that?
We need to get back to the Tardis.
Now!
It's cut us off.
Let's split up.
Go on, Bennett.
No, Bennett, wait!
Why did you come? You shouldn't have come.
You never listen to anyone, it drives me mad.
To keep an eye on you...
idiot.
So,
don't die.
Who's next on the list?
That list your ghost was saying,
that's the order in which people are going to die, isn't it?
I mean, I've only just figured that out.
But you knew that all along, didn't you?
Moran, Pritchard, Prentis, O'Donnell.
I thought perhaps, because her ghost wasn't there
in the future, like Prentis' was...
I thought maybe...
maybe it wouldn't happen, maybe she stood a chance.
Yeah, but you didn't try very hard to stop her, though, did you?
It was almost like you wanted to test your theory. So who's next?
Clara. Yeah.
Yeah, except now you're going to do something about it, aren't you?
Yeah, 'cause it's getting closer to you.
You'd change history
to save yourself, but not to save O'Donnell.
You wouldn't save her.
This isn't about saving me. I'm a dead man walking.
I'm changing history to save Clara.
O'Donnell's dead.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, no, don't you dare, don't you dare.
Big day for you. Time travel...
twice.
Whoa, uh, really?
When are we going to?
Off the map. Out of the rule book.
What if I don't die?
What if I refuse?
I'm gonna go back to the base and I'm gonna save Clara
because that's what I do,
and I don't see anyone here who's going to stop me.
Why are we still here?
No!
No, no, no, no, no.
What?
We've moved half an hour backwards.
I'm locked in my own time stream.
The Tardis won't let me leave. Well, what do we do?
Now we have to keep out of sight, until time catches up.
Where's Bennett? We need to get going.
Oh, he's still throwing up.
Prentis.
He's alive.
No, he's just not dead yet. And we don't tell him.
Yeah, but he's right there, I mean, we can just...
However that sentence ends, no, we can't.
Save him and you'll want to save O'Donnell.
You can't cheat time, I've just tried.
You can't just go back and cut off tragedy at the root.
Because you find yourself talking to someone you just saw dead on a slab.
Because then you really do see ghosts.
We don't tell him. Understand?
Not a word. We don't have that right.
Albar Prentis, Funeral Director.
Hey, you're from Tivoli, aren't you? The most invaded planet in the galaxy.
Our capital city has a sign saying, "If you occupied us,
you'd be home by now."
Yes, I've had dealings with your lot before.
I can't say I'm a fan. No, we do tend to antagonize.
What are you doing here? Ah, yes, of course.
The dark. The sword. The forsaken. The temple.
When we found out what the ghosts were saying, we weren't surprised
because the words,
they were already inside us.
But you, you were, weren't you?
You didn't know what the words were going to be.
Uh, no, I didn't. How did you know?
Who was the one person who didn't see the writing in the spaceship?
Me. Cass wouldn't let me go inside.
That's why the ghosts didn't hurt you when they had the chance,
because the message isn't inside you.
Uh, yes, I suppose that makes sense.
So you can get the phone back.
What?
She's saying I should go and get the phone back.
No.
Listen, listen, I need...
We. We need to be able to contact the Doctor
and you are the only one who can do this.
Okay.
No, she's right.
Neither of you can get it back.
What? What is it? What did she say?
It doesn't matter.
Please. She said to ask you
whether travelling with the Doctor changed you...
or were you always happy to put other people's lives at risk.
He taught me to do what has to be done.
You should get going.
I need more time. It's too soon.
I haven't saved her yet.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
I've got no choice now, I have to face the Fisher King.
You, back to the Tardis.
Look...
he'll be fine, I promise.
Okay. Didn't need anyone to translate that.
Now I'm ready.
I've come from the future.
I've seen the chaos you cause, the bloodshed.
Tell me what you have seen.
Ghosts.
Ghosts?
Souls wrenched from the dead,
repeating directions to here, to this spot, over and over.
How many ghosts do I create?
How many? Four that I know of.
Maybe five, by now.
Probably more since I left.
My ghosts will make more ghosts.
Enough to bring an armada.
Enough to wake me from my sleep.
What will happen...
when your people arrive?
We will drain the oceans
and put the humans in chains.
This world is protected by me.
Yes.
One man...
lost in time.
Door emergency security lock.
The seed of their destruction is already sown.
They will die.
The message will be sent.
My people will come...
and you...
will do nothing to stop it...
Time Lord.
Hey, no, no, no, no, no! Cass, wait!
What are you doing?
Look, Lunn, he is going to be fine, I promise. We have to stay here.
I know that look. I do that look.
Okay, fine.
But we stick together.
Time Lords.
Cowardly, vain curators,
who suddenly remembered they had teeth,
and became the most warlike race in the galaxy.
But, you...
you!
You are curious.
You have seen the words, too.
I can hear them tick inside you.
But you are still locked in your history.
Still slavishly protecting time.
Willing to die
rather than change a word of the future.
Lunn?
Oh, Cass.
Cass?
Idiot.
I'm an idiot.
You will be a strong beacon.
How many ghosts can I make of you?
You know, you've got a lot in common with the Tivolians.
You'll both do anything to survive.
They'll surrender to anyone.
You...
will hijack other peoples' souls
and turn them into electromagnetic projections.
That will to endure...
that refusal...
to ever cease.
It's extraordinary. And it makes a fellow think,
because you know what?
If all I have to do to survive
is tweak the future a bit, what's stopping me?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, the ripple effect.
Maybe it will mean that the universe
will be ruled by cats or something in the future.
But the way I see it,
even a ghastly future is better than no future at all.
You robbed those people of their deaths.
Made them nothing more than a message in a bottle.
You violated something more important than time.
You bent the rules...
of life and death.
So I am putting things straight.
Here, now,
this is where your story ends.
There is nothing you can do.
I've already done it.
The words have gone.
I got rid of them.
The future I saw, none of that will happen now.
The message will never contaminate my friends,
no one will die, no one is coming to save you.
That's the thing about knowing you're going to die.
You've got nothing left to lose.
No, no, no, you've got to get out of here.
The ghosts locked me in. It's a trap.
Come on! Faraday Cage now!
The Time Lord...
lied.
This is Security Protocol 712.
The echelon circuit has been activated.
Please stow any hand luggage and prepare for departure.
Back, get back.
Don't kiss me. Morning breath.
Doctor?
Follow me.
What's that noise?
It's the call of the Fisher King.
The call of their master.
Where are they going?
So what was it?
Your ghost. A hologram.
Like the one we made of you to lure the ghosts into the Faraday Cage.
With a soupcon of artificial intelligence,
and a few pre-recorded phrases thrown in.
All beamed from the sonic glasses.
As soon as you brought me and the chamber on board,
it connected with the base's Wi-Fi...
and Bob's your uncle, you've got a ghost Doctor.
Why did they only come out at night?
Because they're electromagnetic projections
that were out of phase with the base's day mode.
Right.
That's it.
I've erased the memory of the writing.
Though you might find you've lost a couple of other memories too.
You know, like, people you went to school with,
or previous addresses, or how to drink liquids.
That's you two done. Where's Bennett?
What will happen to them?
UNIT will cut out the Faraday Cage with them inside and take it away.
Then the space-hearse will be destroyed, so the writing doesn't infect anyone else.
What do I do now?
I don't understand.
I do.
You keep going.
You have to.
Take it from me, there is a whole world out there,
a galaxy,
a life.
What would O'Donnell have wanted?
I need to erase that message from your mind,
but it's fine, I'll do it later.
Lunn, will you translate something to Cass for me? Of course.
Tell her that you're in love with her and that you always have been.
What?
Tell her there's no point in wasting time
because things happen and then it's too late.
Tell her I wish someone had given me that advice.
Oh, God.
I was just passing on what he said,
please, don't...
What will UNIT do with the ghosts?
Drag the cage into space, away from the Earth's magnetic field.
With nothing to sustain them, the ghosts will eventually fade away.
Here's what I don't understand.
You did change the future.
You stopped the Fisher King from returning.
The Fisher King had been dead for 150 years before we even got here.
But once I went back I became part of events.
But here's the thing.
The messages my ghost gave, they weren't for you...
they were for me.
That list.
Everyone after you was random,
but you being the next name,
that's what made me confront the Fisher King.
And saying the chamber will open?
That was me telling me to get inside
and when to set it for.
Smart.
Except that's not why I said them.
How do you mean?
I programmed my ghost to say them
because that's what my ghost had said.
And the only reason that I created my ghost-hologram in the first place
was because I saw it here.
I was reverse engineering the narrative.
Okay, that's still pretty smart.
You do not understand.
When did I first have those ideas, Clara?
Well, it must have been...
Wow. Exactly.
Who composed Beethoven's Fifth?