Transcript: The Day of the Doctor Part 2

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INT. TOWER of LONDON, CELL, 1562, DAY

A JAILER shoves the three Doctors into a cell.

JAILER:
Oi, you lot, get in there!

WAR DOCTOR:
Ow!

The door is closed behind them. The DOCTOR picks up a long nail, holds it by the head in one hand and flicks the fingers of his other hand against it, causing a “ting”. He walks over to a wall and begins scraping. The WAR DOCTOR scans the door with his sonic screwdriver.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Three of us in one cell - that's going to cause some nasty anomalies if we don't get out soon. (sees the DOCTOR) What are you doing?

DOCTOR:
(stops and turns) Getting us out!

TENTH DOCTOR:
(to WAR DOCTOR) The sonic won't work on that - it's too primitive.

The WAR DOCTOR stops scanning and turns to face the others.

DOCTOR:
Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape?

TENTH DOCTOR:
OK, so the Queen of England is now a Zygon, but never mind that, why are we all together? Why are we all here? Well, me and...Chinny, we were surprised. But you came looking for us - you knew it was going to happen. Who told you?

Leaning against the wall behind the other Doctors, is the Moment, still in the guise of ROSE. Only the WAR DOCTOR can see her.

DOCTOR:
Oi! "Chinny"?

TENTH DOCTOR:
Yeah, you do have a chin.

INT. NATIONAL GALLERY, UNDER GALLERY, PASSAGE, DAY

OSGOOD and McGILLOP are testing the dust. She is looking over a report as he studies a sample under microscope.

OSGOOD:
Marble, granite...a lot of different stone, but none of it from the fabric of the building. It's like somebody smashed up a lot of old statues. Are there any missing?

McGILLOP:
(looks around) Don't think so. Why would anyone do that anyway? I mean, I know we're meant to keep an open mind, but are we supposed to believe in creatures that can hide in oil paintings and have some sort of a grudge against statues?

OSGOOD has a flash of a statue being knocked to the ground and uses her inhaler.

McGILLOP:
You all right?

OSGOOD:
We have to go - right now, this minute.

McGILLOP:
What's wrong?

OSGOOD:
The things from the paintings... I know why they smashed the statues.

McGILLOP:
Why?

OSGOOD:
Because they needed somewhere to hide.

The shrouded figures begin to move and the Zygons pull the sheets off and move in on the scientists. OSGOOD screams. One of the Zygons attacks McGILLOP, holding a hand over his nose and mouth. OSGOOD runs out of the passage.

INT. NATIONAL GALLERY, SMALL GALLERY, DAY

OSGOOD closes the door and rests against the painting, panting. The Zygon punches a hand through Elizabeth’s face and OSGOOD yelps. She runs for the exit but the metal door is in place. The Zygon crosses the room after her and she presses the call button for the lift. With nowhere to go, OSGOOD backs into a corner, pulls out her inhaler and takes a huff. She then closes her eyes and slides down the wall.

OSGOOD:
The Doctor will save me, the Doctor will save me, the Doctor will save me, the Doctor will save me, the Doctor will save me, the Doctor will save me...

OSGOOD tucks her knees up, lowers her head and covers her face with her hands. There is a squishing sound.

ZYGON OSGOOD:
Excuse me - I'm going to need my inhaler. (holds out hand) I so hate it when I get one with a defect! (grabs inhaler from OSGOOD) Oh, you've got some perfectly horrible memories in here, haven't you? (uses inhaler) So jealous of your pretty sister. I don't blame you, I wish I'd copied HER.

OSGOOD notices the Zygon is standing on her scarf.

OSGOOD:
So do I!

OSGOOD pulls on her scarf causing her double to fall on the floor, dropping the inhaler.

ZYGON OSGOOD:
Oh, for goodness' sake...!

OSGOOD hurriedly picks up the inhaler and runs from the room through the now-open door.

EXT. TOWER of LONDON, COURTYARD, DAY

A car pulls into the courtyard. CLARA and KAE are in the back. KATE is on her phone. It stops for security.

KATE:
The Doctor will be trying to send us a message. We're looking for a string of numerals from around 1550, approximately -

priority one. (lowers window and talks to guard) I'm going to need access to the Black Archive.

The guard looks inside the car and it continues on.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, CORRIDOR, DAY

KATE leads CLARA through a metal corridor, the only bright light coming through the ventilator shafts.

KATE:
The Black Archive. Highest security rating on the planet. The entire staff have their memories wiped at the end of every shift. Automated memory filters in the ceiling.

They come to a security door with a desk and guard off to the side.

KATE:
Access, please. (holds up pass)

ATKINS:
Ma'am. (goes to the door and inserts a key)

KATE:
(holds out her own key) Atkins, isn't it?

ATKINS:
(takes key) Yes, ma'am. First day here. (inserts key in second lock)

KATE:
(whispers to CLARA) Been here ten years.

ATKINS opens the door and lets them in, closing it behind them.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, BLACK ARCHIVE, DAY

The room is a large warehouse of shelves filled with artefacts collected over UNIT’S existence. KATE locks the door.

CLARA:
Lock and key - bit basic, isn't it?

KATE:
Can't afford electronic security down here - got to keep the Doctor out. (walks deeper into the collection) The whole of the Tower is TARDIS-proofed. He really wouldn't approve of the collection.

CLARA:
But you let me in?

KATE:
You have a top-level security rating from your last visit. (points to a board covered in photographs)

CLARA:
Sorry, my what? (looks at board)

There are photographs and notes on CLARA as well as past companions.

KATE:
Apologies. We have to screen all of his known associates - we can't have information about the Doctor and the TARDIS falling into the wrong hands. The consequences could be disastrous.

KATE walks over to a window and looks into a room that contains a small wrist-strap resting on a pedestal.

CLARA:
(walks over and looks in) What is that?

KATE:
Time travel. A vortex manipulator, bequeathed to the UNIT archive by Captain Jack Harkness, on the occasion of his death. Well, one of them. No-one can know we have this, not even our allies.

CLARA:
Why not?

KATE:
Think about it! Americans with the ability to rewrite history? You've seen their movies. (walks to the door)

INT. TOWER of LONDON, CELL, DAY

We see the worn message the DOCTOR carved in 1562.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, BLACK ARCHIVE, DAY

CLARA follows KATE.

CLARA:
OK, so this is how we're going to rescue the Doctor.

KATE opens the door to the containment room.

KATE:
I'm not sure there's enough power for a two-way trip. In any event, we don't know the activation code. The Doctor knows we have this, so he's always kept the code from us. Let's hope he changes his mind. (answers ringing phone) Yes. Well, if you've found it, photograph it and send it to my phone.

OSGOOD and McGILLOP arrive in the archive.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, CELL, DAY

KATE’S caller takes a photo of the message.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, BLACK ARCHIVE, DAY

KATE sets her phone down on the pedestal. CLARA notices the two scientists.

CLARA:
Erm, Kate. Should they be here? Why have they followed us?

KATE:
Oh, they've probably just finished disposing of the humans a bit early.

CLARA:
The humans...?

KATE:
Dear me! I really do get into character, don't I?

KATE transforms into a Zygon and CLARA backs away with a gasp. The ZYGON turns to face the others.

ZYGON OSGOOD:
The Under Gallery is secured.

The photograph appears on KATE’S phone.

ZYGON:
Prepare to dispose of one more human. We have acquired the device.

CLARA turns KATE’S phone so she can read it and straps on the vortex manipulator. She types in the code before the ZYGON turns around.

CLARA:
Activation code, right?

The ZYGON growls and CLARA hits the final button, disappearing from sight.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, CELL, 1562, DAY

The WAR DOCTOR scans the door and the DOCTOR continues to scratch his message.

WAR DOCTOR:
In theory, I can trigger an isolated sonic shift among the molecules, and the door should disintegrate.

TENTH DOCTOR:
We'd have to calculate the exact harmonic resonance of the entire structure down to a sub-atomic level. Even the sonic would take years.

WAR DOCTOR:
No, no. The sonic would take centuries. Oh, we might as well get started. (sits on a bench by the door) Help to pass the "timey-wimey". Do you have to talk like children? What is it that makes you so ashamed of being a grown-up?

The DOCTOR stops scratching and looks over his shoulder towards the WAR DOCTOR. Even the TENTH DOCTOR can’t keep eye contact.

WAR DOCTOR:
Oh, the way you both look at me. What is that? I'm trying to think of a better word than "dread".

TENTH DOCTOR:
It must be really recent for you.

WAR DOCTOR:
Recent?

DOCTOR:
The Time War, the last day. The day you killed them all.

TENTH DOCTOR:
The day WE killed them all.

DOCTOR:
Same thing.

The TENTH DOCTOR walks away from them.

INTERFACE:
It's history for them. All decided. They think their future is real - they don't know it's still up to you.

WAR DOCTOR:
I don't talk about it.

INTERFACE is now sitting on the bench next to the WAR DOCTOR.

TENTH DOCTOR:
You're not talking about it. There's no-one else here.

INTERFACE:
Go on. Ask them. Ask them what you need to know.

WAR DOCTOR:
Did you ever count?

DOCTOR:
Count what?

WAR DOCTOR:
How many children there were on Gallifrey that day.

DOCTOR:
(stops scratching) I have absolutely no idea. (starts again)

WAR DOCTOR:
How old are you now?

DOCTOR:
Ah...I don't know, I lose track. Twelve hundred and something, I think, unless I'm lying. I can't remember if I'm lying about my age - that's how old I am.

WAR DOCTOR:
400 years older than me. And in all that time, you've never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted?

DOCTOR:
(stops and faces the WAR DOCTOR) Tell me... what would be the point?

TENTH DOCTOR:
2.47 billion.

WAR DOCTOR:
You DID count!

The DOCTOR shakes his head and goes back to his scratching. The TENTH DOCTOR stares at him.

TENTH DOCTOR:
(angrily) You forgot? 400 years? Is that all it takes?

DOCTOR:
(stops scratching and faces him) I moved on.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Where?! Where can you be now that you can forget something like that?

DOCTOR:
Spoilers.

TENTH DOCTOR:
No. No, no, no. For once, I would like to know where I'm going.

DOCTOR:
No. You really wouldn't.

They stare at each other.

WAR DOCTOR:
I don't know who you are...either of you. I haven't got the faintest idea.

INTERFACE:
They're you. They're what you become if you destroy Gallifrey. The man who regrets...and the man who forgets. The moment is coming. The Moment is me, you have to decide.

The DOCTOR goes back to scratching his message.

WAR DOCTOR:
No.

TENTH DOCTOR:
No?

WAR DOCTOR:
Just...no!

The DOCTOR leans against the pillar and laughs.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Is something funny? Did I miss a funny thing?

DOCTOR:
Sorry. It just occurred to me. This is what I'm like when I'm alone.

The INTERFACE is now standing by the TENTH DOCTOR as he tosses the sonic in the air.

INTERFACE:
It's the same screwdriver. Same software...different case.

WAR DOCTOR:
(stares at sonic) 400 years!

TENTH DOCTOR:
I'm sorry?

WAR DOCTOR:
At a software level, they're all the same device, aren't they? Same software, different case.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Yeah. So...?

The DOCTOR takes his sonic from his pocket and he and the TENTH DOCTOR approach the door and watch the WAR DOCTOR as he faces the door.

WAR DOCTOR:
So, it would take centuries for the screwdriver to calculate how to disintegrate the door. (scans the door) Scanning the door, implanting the calculation as a permanent subroutine in the software architecture and... (turns and faces the others) if you really are me, with your sandshoes and your dicky bow, and that screwdriver is still mine... that calculation is still going on.

The TENTH DOCTOR turns on his screwdriver and holds it up to his ear.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Yeah. Still going.

DOCTOR:
(holds up his screwdriver) Calculation complete.

INTERFACE:
Same software. Different face.

DOCTOR:
Eh, 400 years in four seconds. We may have our differences, which is frankly odd in the circumstances, but I tell you what, boys, we are incredibly clever!

The door opens and CLARA runs in. She looks at the three of them curiously.

DOCTOR:
How did you that?

CLARA:
It wasn't locked.

DOCTOR:
Right.

CLARA:
So they're both you, then, yeah?

DOCTOR:
Yes. You've met them before, don't you remember?

CLARA:
A bit. Nice suit!

TENTH DOCTOR:
(puts sonic away) Thanks.

CLARA:
Hang on. Three of you in one cell, and none of you thought to try the door?

WAR DOCTOR:
It should have been locked.

DOCTOR:
Yes, exactly! Why wasn't it locked?

ELIZABETH:
(enters) Because I was fascinated to see what you would do upon escaping. I understand you're rather fond of this world. It's time I think you saw what's going to happen to it. (walks out)

INT. NATIONAL GALLERY, SMALL GALLERY, DAY

OSGOOD peeks through the hole in the painting, her face appearing where ELIZABETH’S was.

INT. NATIONAL GALLERY, UNDER GALLERY, PASSAGE, DAY

OSGOOD walks through the passage, shining a torch in front of her. She hears a groan and turns around to shine the light on one of the walls where a shrouded figure is attached to the wall by nasty red cords. OSGOOD looks at the bottom and sees black heels. She pulls the sheet off to reveal KATE covered with some sort of webbing.

OSGOOD:
Kate? Oh, goodness, you're not actually dead. Oh, that's tremendous news! (starts freeing KATE) Those creatures, they turn themselves into copies. And they need to keep the original alive, refresh the image, so to speak.

KATE:
(breathless) Where...where did they go?

OSGOOD:
I don't know. Ooh, hang on - yes, I do. The Tower.

KATE:
If those creatures have got access to the Black Archive, we may just have lost control of the planet.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, ZYGON BASE, 1562, DAY

ELIZABETH leads them to a balcony overlooking the Zygon base where a number of the aliens are working at machines.

ELIZABETH:
The Zygons lost their own world. It burned in the first days of the Time War. A new home is required.

CLARA:
So they want this one?

ELIZABETH:
Not yet. Far too primitive. Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort.

ZYGON:
Commander... why are these creatures here? (stands in doorway)

ELIZABETH:
Because I say they should be. It is time you too were translated.

The ZYGON growls and walks towards a glass cube resting on a pedestal.

ELIZABETH:
Observe this. I believe you will find it fascinating.

The ZYGON rests its hand on the top of the cube. There is a whirring and the ZYGON is disseminated and pulled into the cube before reappearing in the painting.

CLARA:
That's him! That's the Zygon in the picture now. (walks forward to look at painting)

WAR DOCTOR:
It's not a picture, it's a Stasis Cube. Time Lord art - frozen instants in time, bigger on the inside but could be deployed as...

TENTH DOCTOR:
Suspended animation.

The DOCTOR snaps his fingers and points at the TENTH DOCTOR.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, that's very good. The Zygons all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries till the planet's a bit more interesting, and then out they come. (stands by CLARA)

DOCTOR:
(walks forward) You see, Clara, they're stored in the paintings in the Under Gallery, like Cup-a-Soups. Except you add time - if you can picture that. Nobody could picture that. Forget I said Cup-a-Soups.

CLARA:
And now the world is worth conquering. So the Zygons are invading the future from the past.

DOCTOR:
Exactly!

TENTH DOCTOR:
(turns on ELIZABETH) And do you know why I know that you're a fake? Because you're such a bad copy. It's not just the smell, or the unconvincing hair, or the atrocious teeth, or the eyes just a bit too close together, or the breath that could stun a horse - it's because my Elizabeth, the real Elizabeth, would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan. Honestly, why would you do that?

ELIZABETH:
Because it's not my plan, and I AM the real Elizabeth.

TENTH DOCTOR:
OK. So...backtracking a moment, just to lend some context to my earlier remarks...

ELIZABETH:
My twin is dead in the forest. I am accustomed to taking precautions. (lifts skirt and pulls a jeweled dagger from her garter) These Zygon creatures never even considered that it was me who survived, rather than their own commander. The arrogance that typifies their kind.

CLARA:
Zygons?

ELIZABETH:
Men!

CLARA:
And you actually killed one of them?

ELIZABETH:
I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but at the time, so did the Zygon. (to TENTH) The future of my kingdom is imperilled. Doctor, can I rely on your service?

TENTH DOCTOR:
Well, I'm going to need my TARDIS.

ELIZABETH:
It has been procured already.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Ah! (smiles)

ELIZABETH:
But first, my love, you have a promise to keep!

EXT. CASTLE, COURTYARD, DAY

The TARDIS stands off to the side. In front of a tent, a minister performs the wedding ceremony as the Doctors stand on one side and CLARA on the other.

MINISTER:
I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.

ELIZABETH grabs the TENTH DOCTOR’S face and plants a passionate kiss on his mouth. CLARA cheers and throws confetti.

WAR DOCTOR:
Is there a lot of this in the future?

DOCTOR:
It does start to happen, yeah.

The TENTH DOCTOR pulls away from the kiss.

ELIZABETH:
God speed, my love.

TENTH DOCTOR:
I will be right back. (runs for the TARDIS)

INT. TARDIS

The TENTH DOCTOR runs inside to the console and bangs on one of the panels with a mallet.

EXT. CASTLE, COURTYARD, DAY

The Doctors and CLARA walk over to the TARDIS.

DOCTOR:
Right, then, back to the future.

They enter the TARDIS.

INT. TARDIS

They look around. The WAR DOCTOR notices the changes and the DOCTOR remembers what it used to be.

WAR DOCTOR:
You've let this place go a bit!

DOCTOR:
Ah, it's his grunge phase. He grows out of it.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Don't you listen to them! (pats the column)

An alarm continues to go off. The console sparks and the walls change to brightly lit white with rondels.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Ooh! The desktop is glitching.

WAR DOCTOR:
Three of us from different time zones, it's trying to compensate.

DOCTOR:
(points to the walls) Hey, look, the round things.

TENTH DOCTOR:
I love the round things.

DOCTOR:
What ARE the round things?

TENTH DOCTOR:
No idea.

There is a beeping from a panel on the console and the DOCTOR hurries over to flip the switch.

DOCTOR:
Oh, dear, the friction contrafibulator.

The console sparks again and the TARDIS changes to the current DOCTOR’S TARDIS interior.

DOCTOR:
Ha! There! Stabilised.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, you've redecorated! I don't like it.

DOCTOR:
Oh? Oh, yeah. Oh, you never do! Listen, we're going to the National Gallery - the Zygons are underneath it.

CLARA:
No, UNIT HQ, they followed us there in the Black Archive.

The three Doctors turn and look at her.

CLARA:
OK...so you've heard of that, then.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, BLACK ARCHIVE, DAY

The Zygons are going through the collection. Two have retained the human forms of OSGOOD and McGILLOP.

ZYGON McGILLOP:
The equipment here is phenomenal. The humans don't realize what half this stuff does - we could conquer their world in a day.

ZYGON:
We were fortunate, then... in our choice of duplicate.

ZYGON McGILLOP:
If I were human, I'd say it was Christmas.

KATE enters with the real OSGOOD and McGILLOP.

KATE:
No. I'm afraid you wouldn't. We're not armed. You may relax.

ZYGON:
We are armed. You may not.

KATE:
(to McGILLOP) Lock the door. I'm afraid we can't be interrupted. (stands on one side of a table with the scientists) You don't mind if I get comfortable? (sits)

ZYGON:
You don't mind if I do? (morphs into KATE walking to table)

The table acts as a mirror, reflecting the humans on one side and the Zygon counterparts on the other.

KATE:
You'll realise there are protocols protecting this place. Osgood...

OSGOOD:
In the event of alien incursion, the contents of this room are deemed so dangerous, it will self-destruct in...

KATE:
Five minutes.

KATE starts the countdown and an alarm sounds.

KATE:
There's a nuclear warhead 20 feet beneath us. Are you sitting comfortably?

ZYGON KATE:
You would destroy London?

KATE:
To save the world? Yes, I would.

ZYGON KATE:
You're bluffing.

KATE:
You really think so? Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. I'm his daughter.

DOCTOR:
(over device) "Science leads," Kate. Is that what you meant? Is this what your father meant?

KATE:
Doctor?

DOCTOR:
(over device) Space-Time Telegraph, Kate. A gift from me to your father, hotline straight to the TARDIS.

CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH -

- CUT TO:

INT. TARDIS

DOCTOR:
I know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol. Kate, please, please, tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid!

KATE:
I'm sorry, Doctor. Switch it off.

McGILLOP goes to turn it off.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Not as sorry as you will be. This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with. (looks over the DOCTOR)

The TARDIS rocks and shudders.

DOCTOR:
Kate! We're trying to bring the TARDIS in - why can't we land?

KATE:
I said switch it off!

DOCTOR:
No, Kate, please, just listen to me... The Tower of London - totally TARDIS-proof.

CLARA:
How can they do that?

DOCTOR:
Alien technology plus human stupidity - trust me, it's unbeatable.

WAR DOCTOR:
We don't need to land.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Yeah, we do, a tiny bit. Try and keep up.

WAR DOCTOR:
No, we don't. We don't. There is another way. (picks up the stasis cube) Cup-a-Soup!

The DOCTOR looks over at the TENTH DOCTOR and they both smile.

WAR DOCTOR:
What is Cup-a-Soup?

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INT. NATIONAL GALLERY, MAIN GALLERY, DAY

DOCTOR:
What happened?

KATE:
Easier to show you.

KATE leads the DOCTOR and CLARA from the gallery. A lab-coated scientist makes to follow but stops when his phone rings. OSGOOD follows.

McGILLOP:
McGillop.

CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH -

- CUT TO:

EXT. TARDIS

The DOCTOR is standing at the open door of the TARDIS using the phone.

DOCTOR:
Take a look at your phone and confirm who you're talking to.

McGILLOP looks at the screen of his phone and sees the ID on the screen.

McGILLOP:
But that's not possible. I was just...

DOCTOR:
You were just talking to me, I know. I'm a time traveller - figure it out. I need you to send the Gallifrey Falls painting to the Black Archive. Understood?

McGILLOP:
Understood, sir. But why would I take it there?

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INT. TOWER of LONDON, BLACK ARCHIVE, DAY

The countdown goes to 2:58.

ZYGON KATE:
One word from you would cancel the countdown.

KATE:
Quite so.

ZYGON KATE:
It's keyed to your voice print.

KATE:
And mine alone.

ZYGON KATE:
Not anymore. (faces device) Cancel the detonation!

KATE:
(stands) Countermanded!

ZYGON KATE:
(stands) Cancel the detonation!

KATE:
Countermanded!

ZYGON KATE:
We only have to agree, to live.

KATE:
Sadly, we can only agree to die.

OSGOOD:
(steps away) Please, Doctor. Please save us. Please save us. Please save us. Please save us...

The camera zooms in to the painting as it rests on the floor behind OSGOOD.

EXT. STREET, ARCADIA

Earlier where it had only been the WAR DOCTOR, there are now three DOCTORS. A DALEK comes up behind them and they turn, aiming their sonics.

DALEK:
Exterminate!

They fire at it and it screams as it rolls backwards and through the glass.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, BLACK ARCHIVE, DAY

The Dalek crashes through the glass of the painting, exploding.

EXT. STREET, ARCADIA

The Doctors stride through the city following the path of the Dalek.

INT. TOWER of LONDON, BLACK ARCHIVE, DAY

The Doctors stride into the Black Archive and up to the table. CLARA peers out from the painting.

WAR DOCTOR:
Hello.

TENTH DOCTOR:
I'm the Doctor.

DOCTOR:
Sorry about the Dalek.

CLARA:
Also the showing off.

DOCTOR:
(walks over to ZYGON KATE) Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, what in the name of sanity are you doing?

KATE:
The countdown can only be halted at my personal command. There's nothing you can do.

TENTH DOCTOR:
(walks over) Except make you both agree to halt it.

KATE:
Not even for three of you.

WAR DOCTOR:
You're about to murder millions of people.

KATE:
To save billions. How many times have you made that calculation?

DOCTOR:
Once. Turned me into the man I am now. I'm not even sure who that is any more.

TENTH DOCTOR:
(walks over to the head of the table) You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie. Because what I did that day was wrong. Just wrong. (rests hands on table and leans over)

The WAR DOCTOR looks around and sees the INTERFACE. He looks at the other Doctors and then back to see only CLARA.

DOCTOR:
And because I got it wrong... I'm going to make you...get it right.

The DOCTOR and the TENTH DOCTOR pulled two wheeled chairs from either side of the table, sit down, prop their feet on the table and cross their arms across their chests, all in unison.

KATE:
How?

TENTH DOCTOR:
Any second now, you're going to stop that countdown. (points at them) Both of you. Together.

DOCTOR:
Then you're going to negotiate the most perfect treaty of all time.

TENTH DOCTOR:
(leans his head towards the DOCTOR) Safeguards all round, fair on both sides.

DOCTOR:
And the key to perfect negotiation...

TENTH DOCTOR:
Not knowing what side you're on.

They push away from the table and stand.

DOCTOR:
So, for the next few hours... until we decide to let you out...

They pull their sonics from their jacket pockets. The TENTH DOCTOR gives his a toss.

TENTH DOCTOR:
No-one in this room will be able to remember if they're human...

DOCTOR:
Or Zygon.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Whoops-a-daisy!

They leap onto the table and use the sonics on the memory filter. The WAR DOCTOR adds his to the mix. The filter breaks down in sparks. With the clock down to mere seconds, both KATES give in.

BOTH:
Cancel the detonation!

The clock stops at five seconds.

DOCTOR:
Peace in our time.

>>> LATER >>>

The KATES begin negotiating with the McGILLOPS. The OSGOODS stand a bit away from the others, facing each other.

OSGOOD:
It's funny, isn't it? If I'm a Zygon, then my clothes must be Zygon too. So, what happens if I lose a shoe or something?

OSGOOD 2 coughs.

OSGOOD:
Oh! (reaches into her pocket and pulls out the inhaler)

OSGOOD 2 looks at OSGOOD who puts a finger to her lips. OSGOOD 2 takes the inhaler and uses it. In another section of the room, CLARA walks past a head of Cyberman and looks at the bulletin board bearing pictures and information of past companions including Ian, Barbara, Susan, Mike Yates, Sara Kingdom, Ben and Polly. CLARA looks over and sees the WAR DOCTOR sitting in a large wingback chair drinking tea. She walks over, pulls up a chair and sits across from him.

CLARA:
Hello.

WAR DOCTOR:
Hello.

CLARA:
I'm Clara. We haven't really met yet.

WAR DOCTOR:
I look forward to it.

CLARA studies him.

WAR DOCTOR:
Is there a problem?

CLARA:
The Doctor - my... my Doctor - he's always talking about the day he did it, the day he wiped out the Time Lords to stop the war...

WAR DOCTOR:
One would.

CLARA:
You wouldn't. Because you haven't done it yet. It's still in your future.

WAR DOCTOR:
You're very sure of yourself.

CLARA:
He regrets it. I see it in his eyes every day. He'd do anything to change it.

WAR DOCTOR:
Including saving all these people. How many worlds has his regret saved, do you think? Look over there - humans and Zygons working together in peace. How did you know?

CLARA:
Your eyes. You're so much younger.

WAR DOCTOR:
Then, all things considered... it's time I grew up. (sees the INTERFACE behind CLARA) I've seen all I needed. The moment has come. (turns to look at the INTERFACE) I'm ready.

INTERFACE:
I know you are.

CLARA turns around but sees no one.

CLARA:
Who's there? Who were you talking to...? (turns back to see an empty chair)

INT. BARN, DAY

The WAR DOCTOR stands in front of the Moment, a large red button on top of it. He stares at it, contemplating his actions.

INTERFACE:
You wanted a big red button. One big bang - no more Time Lords, no more Daleks. Are you sure?

WAR DOCTOR:
I was sure when I came in here. There is no other way.

INTERFACE:
You've seen the men you will become.

WAR DOCTOR:
Those men... extraordinary.

INTERFACE:
They were you.

WAR DOCTOR:
No. They were the Doctor.

INTERFACE:
You're the Doctor too.

WAR DOCTOR:
No. Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame... whatever the cost. (hand hesitates over the button)

INTERFACE:
You know the sound the TARDIS makes? That wheezing...groaning. That sound brings hope wherever it goes.

WAR DOCTOR:
Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.

INTERFACE:
To anyone who hears it, Doctor. Anyone, however lost... even you!

Two TARDISes materialize at the far end of the barn. The TENTH DOCTOR steps out of his and the DOCTOR and CLARA step out of the other. They look around the building, taking in their surroundings, as they walk over to the WAR DOCTOR and the Moment.

CLARA:
I told you - he hasn't done it yet.

WAR DOCTOR:
Go away now, all of you. This is for me. (turns his back on them)

TENTH DOCTOR:
These events should be time locked - we shouldn't even be here.

DOCTOR:
So something let us through.

INTERFACE:
You clever boys!

WAR DOCTOR:
Go back. Go back to your lives. Go and be the Doctor that I could never be. Make it worthwhile. (puts his hand on the button)

TENTH DOCTOR:
All those years, burying you in my memory.

DOCTOR:
Pretending you didn't exist. Keeping you a secret, even from myself.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Pretending you weren't the Doctor, when you were the Doctor more than anybody else.

DOCTOR:
You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right. (moves to stand next to the WAR DOCTOR)

TENTH DOCTOR:
But this time... (stands on the WAR DOCTOR’S other side and puts his hand on the button as well)

DOCTOR:
You don't have to do it alone. (puts his hand on top of TENTH’S)

WAR DOCTOR:
Thank you.

TENTH DOCTOR:
What we do today is not out of fear or hatred. It is done because there is no other way.

DOCTOR:
And it is done in the name of the many lives we are failing to save.

CLARA is on the verge of tears. The DOCTOR looks over at her and she shakes her head.

DOCTOR:
What? What is it, what?

CLARA:
Nothing...

DOCTOR:
No. It's something. Tell me!

CLARA:
You told me you wiped out your own people. I just... I never pictured you doing it, that's all.

INTERFACE:
Take a closer look.

The barn darkens and they are shown what is happening in Arcadia as if they were right in the middle of it.

CLARA:
What's happening?

WAR DOCTOR:
Nothing - it's a projection.

INTERFACE:
It's a reality around you.

They watch as families are torn apart. CLARA turns to the Doctors.

CLARA:
These are the people you're going to burn?

TENTH DOCTOR:
There isn't anything we can do.

DOCTOR:
He's right. There isn't another way, there never was. Either I destroy my own people or let the universe burn.

CLARA:
Look at you... the three of you. The warrior. The hero. And you.

DOCTOR:
(walks over to CLARA) And what am I?

CLARA:
Have you really forgotten?

DOCTOR:
Yes. Maybe, yes.

CLARA:
We've got enough warriors - any old idiot can be hero.

DOCTOR:
Then what do I do?

CLARA:
What you've always done. Be a doctor! You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?

People begin to come out of hiding after the battle and families are reunited.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Never cruel or cowardly.

WAR DOCTOR:
Never give up, never give in.

The DOCTOR looks at the other two, raising his eyebrows trying to convey a thought.

TENTH DOCTOR:
You're not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?

DOCTOR:
We change history all the time. I'm suggesting something far worse.

WAR DOCTOR:
What, exactly?

DOCTOR:
Gentleman, I have had 400 years to think about this. I've changed my mind. (uses sonic on the Moment and it closes)

WAR DOCTOR:
There's still a billion billion Daleks up there, attacking.

The TENTH DOCTOR and the DOCTOR pace back and forth.

DOCTOR:
Yeah, there is, there is.

TENTH DOCTOR:
But there's something those billion billion Daleks don't know.

DOCTOR:
Cos if they did, they'd probably send for reinforcements.

CLARA:
What? What don't they know?

DOCTOR:
This time, there's three of us.

WAR DOCTOR:
Oh! Oh! Oh, yes, that is good! That is brilliant!

TENTH DOCTOR:
(excited) Oh, oh, oh! I'm getting that too - that is brilliant! (jumps up and slaps the TARDIS)

DOCTOR:
Ha-ha-ha! I've been thinking about it for centuries!

WAR DOCTOR:
She didn't just show me any old future - she showed me exactly the future I needed to see!

INTERFACE:
Now you're getting it.

DOCTOR:
Eh? Who did?

WAR DOCTOR:
Oh, Bad Wolf Girl, I could kiss you.

INTERFACE:
Yep, that's going to happen!

TENTH DOCTOR:
Sorry, did you say, "Bad Wolf"?

CLARA:
So what are we doing? What's the plan?

WAR DOCTOR:
The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly.

TENTH DOCTOR:
The Sky Trench is holding, but what if the whole planet... just disappeared?

CLARA:
Tiny bit of an ask.

TENTH DOCTOR:
The Daleks would be firing on each other - they'd destroy themselves in their own crossfire.

WAR DOCTOR:
Gallifrey would be gone, the Daleks would be destroyed, and it would look to the rest of the universe as if they'd annihilated each other.

CLARA:
But where would Gallifrey be?

TENTH DOCTOR:
Frozen! Frozen in an instant of time, safe and hidden away.

DOCTOR:
Exactly!

WAR DOCTOR:
Like a painting.

They smile.

SPACE

The Daleks continue to fire on the planet.

INT. MAP ROOM, ARCADIA

A number of Time Lords are monitoring the action around the planet.

ANDROGAR:
Another one!

GENERAL:
Are you sure the message is from him?

ANDROGAR:
Oh, yes!

The new message from the DOCTOR reads “Gallifrey Stands”.

GENERAL:
Why would he do that? What's the mad fool talking about now?

DOCTOR: (over projection)
Hello, hello, Gallifrey High Command, this is the Doctor speaking.

TENTH DOCTOR: (over projection)
Hello! Also the Doctor. Can you hear me?

WAR DOCTOR: (over projection)
Also the Doctor - standing ready.

GENERAL:
Dear God, three of them! All my worst nightmares at once!

TENTH DOCTOR: (over projection)
General, we have a plan.

CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH -

- CUT TO:

INT. TARDIS

DOCTOR:
We should point out, at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan.

TENTH DOCTOR: (over projection)
And almost certainly won't work.

DOCTOR: (over projection)
I was happy with "fairly terrible".

TENTH DOCTOR: (over projection)
Sorry, just thinking out loud.

DOCTOR:
We're flying our three TARDISes into your lower atmosphere.

TENTH DOCTOR:
We're positioned at equidistant intervals round the globe. "Equidistant" - so grown-up!

WAR DOCTOR:
We're just about ready to do it.

CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH -

- CUT TO:

SPACE

The TARDISes take up position.

GENERAL: (v.o.)
Ready to do what?

DOCTOR:
We're going to freeze Gallifrey.

GENERAL:
I'm sorry, what?

TENTH DOCTOR:
Using our TARDISes, we're going to freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time.

WAR DOCTOR: (over projection)
You know, like those Stasis Cubes? A single moment in time held in a parallel pocket universe.

DOCTOR:
Except we're going to do it to a whole planet.

TENTH DOCTOR:
And all the people on it.

GENERAL:
What? Even if that were possible, which it isn't, why would you do such a thing?

DOCTOR:
Because the alternative is burning.

TENTH DOCTOR:
And I've seen that.

DOCTOR:
And I never want to see it again.

GENERAL:
We'd be lost in another universe... frozen in a single moment. We'd have nothing.

DOCTOR:
You would have hope. And right now, that is exactly what you don't have.

GENERAL:
It's delusional. The calculations alone would take...hundreds of years.

DOCTOR:
Oh, hundreds and hundreds.

TENTH DOCTOR:
But don't worry - I started a very long time ago!

SPACE

The Daleks continue to fire on the planet and another TARDIS appears.

FIRST DOCTOR: (v.o.)
Calling the War Council of Gallifrey, this is the Doctor.

INT. MAP ROOM, ARCADIA

The FIRST DOCTOR appears on one of the projection screens.

SPACE

A number of TARDISes whirl around the planet.

DOCTOR: (v.o.)
You might say, I've been doing this all my lives!

INT. MAP ROOM, ARCADIA

Various past Doctors appear on projections.

SECOND DOCTOR:
Good luck!'

THIRD DOCTOR:
Stand by.

EIGHTH DOCTOR:
Ready?

FIRST DOCTOR:
Commencing calculations.

FIFTH DOCTOR:
Soon be there.

SEVENTH DOCTOR:
Across the boundaries that divide one universe from another.

SIXTH DOCTOR:
Just got to lock on to his coordinates.

NINTH DOCTOR:
And for my next trick...!

GENERAL:
I didn't know when I was well off! All 12 of them!

ANDROGAR:
No, sir... all 13!

The eyes of the TWELFTH DOCTOR appear. The room rocks as the DALEKS pick up the pace.

ANDROGAR:
Sir! The Daleks know that something is happening. They're increasing their fire power.

GENERAL:
Do it, Doctor. Just do it. 'Do it!'

DOCTOR:
OK. 'Gentleman...we're ready.' Geronimo...! (throws switch)

TENTH DOCTOR:
Allons-y! (throws switch)

WAR DOCTOR:
Oh, for God's sake! Gallifrey stands! (throws switch)

SPACE

The TARDISes circle the planet and we briefly see a field form before it explodes. Remnants of Dalek ships scatter from the blast.

INT. NATIONAL GALLERY, UNDER GALLERY, MAIN, DAY

The WAR DOCTOR drops a sugar cube into a cup of tea.

WAR DOCTOR:
I don't suppose we'll ever know if we actually succeeded. But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong.

CLARA is sitting next to him on a bench. The TARDISes are lined up against the wall.

CLARA:
Life and soul, you are(!)

The DOCTOR and the TENTH DOCTOR are standing in front of the bench looking at the painting of Arcadia. Both have their brainy specs on.

TENTH DOCTOR:
What is it actually called?

DOCTOR:
Well, there's some debate. Either No More or Gallifrey Falls.

WAR DOCTOR:
Not very encouraging.

TENTH DOCTOR:
How did it get here?

DOCTOR:
No idea. (takes off glasses)

TENTH DOCTOR:
There's always something we don't know, isn't there?

WAR DOCTOR:
One should certainly hope so. Well, gentlemen... (stands and walks over to them) it has been an honour... and a privilege.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Likewise.

DOCTOR:
Doctor.

WAR DOCTOR:
And if I grow to be half the man that you are, (turns to CLARA) Clara Oswald, I shall be happy indeed.

The DOCTOR and the TENTH DOCTOR share a look.

CLARA:
That's right - aim high! (chuckles, stands, kisses his cheek)

WAR DOCTOR:
I won't remember this, will I?

DOCTOR:
The time streams are out of sync. You can't retain it, no.

WAR DOCTOR:
So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey, rather than burn it. I'll have to live with that. But for now, for this moment... I am the Doctor again. Thank you. (looks at the TARDISes) Which one is mine?!

The other two nod towards the one on the right, the one that is the most beat-up.

WAR DOCTOR:
Ha!

The WAR DOCTOR enters the TARDIS and it dematerializes.

INT. TARDIS

The WAR DOCTOR notices a glow around his hands as his regeneration begins.

WAR DOCTOR:
Oh, yes... Course, suppose it makes sense... Wearing a bit thin. (the glow spreads up his neck to his face) I hope the ears are bit less conspicuous this time.

The regeneration energy shoots from his hands and head.

INT. NATIONAL GALLERY, UNDER GALLERY, MAIN, DAY

CLARA sits back down.

TENTH DOCTOR:
(removes glasses) I won't remember either, so you might as well tell me.

DOCTOR:
(walks over) Tell you what?

TENTH DOCTOR:
Where it is we're going that you don't want to talk about.

DOCTOR:
(hesitates) I saw Trenzalore... where we're buried. We die in battle among millions.

TENTH DOCTOR:
That's not how it's supposed to be.

DOCTOR:
That's how the story ends - nothing we can do about it. Trenzalore is where you're going.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Oh, never say nothing. (shakes the DOCTOR’S hand) Anyway... good to know my future is in safe hands. Keep a tight hold on it, Clara. (sets tea on the bench)

CLARA:
Mm! On it!

CLARA stands and reaches out her hand. The TENTH DOCTOR takes it, lifts it to his lips and kisses it. He then heads towards his TARDIS.

TENTH DOCTOR:
Trenzalore. (unlocks door) We need a new destination, because... (opens door) I don't want to go. (enters)

The TARDIS dematerializes.

DOCTOR:
He always says that. (walks over and stands in front of the painting)

CLARA:
Need a moment alone with your painting?

DOCTOR:
How did you know?

CLARA:
Those big, sad eyes.

DOCTOR:
Ah.

CLARA walks over to the DOCTOR, caresses his face and kisses his cheek.

CLARA:
I always know. (heads for the TARDIS) Oh, by the way, there was an old man looking for you. I think it was the curator. (goes inside)

Alone, the DOCTOR sits on the bench and looks at the painting.

DOCTOR:
I could be a curator. I'd be great at curating. I'd be...the great curator. I could retire and do that. I could retire and be the curator of this place.

CURATOR:
You know, I really think you might.

The DOCTOR looks over at the older man, shocked. He stands and walks to look at him face-to-face. The CURATOR bears a striking resemblance to an older version of his fourth incarnation.

DOCTOR:
I never forget a face.

CURATOR:
I know you don't, and in years to come, you might find yourself revisiting a few but just...the old favourites, eh?

The DOCTOR winks at him.

CURATOR:
You were curious about this painting, I think. I acquired it in remarkable circumstances. What do you make of the title?

DOCTOR:
Which title? There's two. No More... or Gallifrey Falls?

CURATOR:
Oh, you see, that's where everybody's wrong. It's all one title. Gallifrey Falls No More. Now, what would you think that means, eh?

DOCTOR:
That Gallifrey didn't fall. It worked. It's still out there.

CURATOR:
I'm only a humble curator - I'm sure I wouldn't know. (turns away)

DOCTOR:
Then where is it?

CURATOR:
(turns back) Where is it indeed? Lost - shh! - perhaps. Things do get lost, you know. Now you must excuse me. Oh... you have a lot to do.

DOCTOR:
Do I?

CURATOR:
Mm.

DOCTOR:
Is that what I'm supposed to do now? Go looking for Gallifrey?

CURATOR:
Oh, it's entirely up to you. Your choice. I can only tell you what I would do, if I were you... Oh...! If I were you...

The two chuckle.

CURATOR:
Perhaps I WAS you, of course.

The two chuckle.

CURATOR:
Or perhaps... you are me.

DOCTOR:
Yeah!

CURATOR:
(shakes the DOCTOR’S hand) Congratulations.

DOCTOR:
Thank you very much.

CURATOR:
Or perhaps it doesn't matter either way. Who knows? Who...knows? (taps the side of his nose)

The CURATOR leaves and the DOCTOR turns around and looks at the painting, a smile on his face.

INT. TARDIS

The DOCTOR walks around the console.

DOCTOR: (v.o.)
'Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. "Course I dream," I tell her. "Everybody dreams.” "But what do you dream about?" she'll ask. "The same thing everybody dreams about," I tell her. "I dream about where I'm going." (opens the door and steps out)

EXT. TARDIS

The DOCTOR steps out of the TARDIS and walks forward, joining a line of his past incarnations. They look up into the sky at Gallifrey.

DOCTOR: (v.o.)
She always laughs at that. "But you're not going anywhere - you're just wandering about." That's not true. Not anymore. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's. It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I'm going, where I've always been going. Home...the long way round.'