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It is said that in the final days of planet Earth,

everyone had bad dreams.

To the west of the north of that world,

the human race did gather in the celebration of a pagan rite

to banish the cold and the dark.

Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come,

but they forgot, because they must.

They forgot their nightmares of fire and war and insanity.

They forgot, except for one.

They call it the legend of the blue box.

Oh...

Well, I've never been in here before. I'm not one for churches.

Too cold.

This was the site of a convent back in the 1300s.

It's said a demon fell from the sky. Then a man appeared.

A man in a blue box.

They called him a sainted physician.

He smote the demon and then disappeared.

Well, that's a bit of a coincidence.

It's said there's no such thing as coincidence.

Who knows? Perhaps he's coming back.

Oh, that would make my Christmas.

Huh?

Ah! Now! Sorry! There you are.

So, where were we? I was summoned, wasn't I?

An Ood in the snow, calling to me.

Well, I didn't exactly come straight here.

Had a bit of fun, you know, travelled about, did this and that.

Got into trouble, you know me. It was brilliant.

I saw the phosphorous carousel of the Great Magellan Gestalt.

Saved a planet from the Red Carnivorous Maw.

Named a galaxy Allison. Got married. That was a mistake.

Good Queen Bess.

And let me tell you, her nickname is no longer...

Anyway...

What do you want?

You should not have delayed.

Last time I was here, you said my song would be ending soon.

And I'm in no hurry for that.

You will come with me.

Hold on. Better lock the TARDIS.

See? Like a car. I locked it like a car.

That's funny.

No? Little bit?

Blimey. Try to make an Ood laugh...

So, how old are you now, Ood Sigma?

Ah!

Magnificent!

Oh, come on! That is splendid.

You've achieved all this in how long?

One hundred years.

Then we've got a problem, 'cause all this is way too fast.

Not just the city. I mean, your ability to call me.

Reaching all the way back to the 2 1st century.

Something's accelerating your species way beyond normal.

And the mind of the Ood is troubled.

Why? What's happened?

Every night, Doctor. Every night we have bad dreams.

Returning, returning, returning, it is slowly returning,

to the dark and the fire and the blood, always returning.

Returning to this world.

It is returning and he is returning and they are returning,

but too late, too late, far too late, he has come.

He returns...

Sit with the elder of the Ood and share the dreaming.

So... Right.

Hello.

You willjoin. You willjoin. You willjoin. You willjoin.

You willjoin. You willjoin. You willjoin.

He comes to us, every night.

I think all the peoples of the universe dream of him now.

That man is dead.

There is yet more. Join us.

Events are taking shape, so many years ago and yet changing the now.

There is a man...

So scared...

Wilfred. Is he all right? What about Donna? Is she safe?

You should not have delayed.

For the lines of convergence are being drawn across the Earth even now.

The king is in his counting house.

I don't know who they are.

And there is another. The most lonely of all.

Lost and forgotten.

The Master's wife.

We see so much, but understand little.

The woman in the cage, who is she?

She was... It wasn't her fault. She was...

The Master, he's a Time Lord, like me.

I can show you.

The Master took the name of Saxon.

He married a human, a woman called Lucy, and he corrupted her.

No!

She stood at his side while he conquered the Earth.

I reversed everything he'd done, so it never even happened,

but Lucy Saxon remembered.

I held him in my arms. I burnt his body.

The Master is dead!

And yet you did not see.

See it!

What's that?

Part of him survived.

I have to go!

But something more is happening, Doctor.

The Master is part of a greater design,

because a shadow is falling over creation.

Something vast is stirring in the dark.

The Ood have gained this power to see through time

because time is bleeding.

Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil.

And these events from years ago threaten to destroy this future.

And the present and the past.

What do you mean?

This is what we have seen, Doctor.

The darkness heralds only one thing,

the end of time itself.

Events that have happened are happening now.

Mrs Saxon, let me introduce myself.

I'm your new governor.

I'm afraid the previous governor met with something of an accident,

which took quite some time to arrange.

Miss Trefusis, if you will prepare.

You kept your silence well, Mrs Saxon.

Your trial was held in secret with no jury,

so no one knows who Harold Saxon was,

where he came from, why you killed him.

Make her kneel.

There are those of us who never lost faith.

And, in his wisdom, Harold Saxon prepared for this moment.

He knew that he might die and he made us ready.

Tonight, Mrs Saxon,

he returns.

This shocking discovery...

That supports conservation...

As it was written in the secret books of Saxon,

these are the potions of life.

Listen to me. Whatever he told you, you've got no idea what you're doing.

Miss Trefusis, the catalyst.

What are you doing?

Leave me alone! Don't!

You were Saxon's wife.

You bore his imprint. That's what we needed.

The final biometrical signature.

You can't bring him back, you can't!

I'm begging you! Stop this now, before it's too late!

We give ourselves that Saxon might live!

Can't you see? He lied to you! His name isn't even Harold Saxon!

And this was written also!

For his name is the Master!

Never. Never! Never! Never!

Never dying. Never dying! Never dying! Never dying! Never dying!

Oh, Lucy...

Sweet Lucy Saxon, my ever-faithful...

Did the widow's kiss bring me back to life?

You're killing them!

Oh, let them die. They're just the first.

The whole stupid, stinking human disgrace

can fall into the pit!

Can't you hear it, Lucy?

The noise. The drumbeat. Louder than ever before.

The drums, the never-ending drums.

Oh, I have missed them.

But no one knew you better than I did. I knew you'd come back!

And all this time, your disciples have prepared!

But so have we!

What are you doing?

The secret books of Saxon spoke of the potions of life,

and I was never that bright, but my family had contacts.

People who were clever enough to calculate the opposite!

Don't you dare! I'm ordering you, Lucy! You will obey me!

Till death do us part, Harry!

No!

I think we might be in luck, darling.

It's the footage from Broadfell Prison the night it burnt down.

Take a look at this.

Someone survived? Do you think it's him?

Oh, that would be such a Christmas present.

You just leave it to Daddy.

Ladies and gentleman, it seems help is at hand.

Christmas is cancelled! Prepare the gate!

Just going down The Lion!

Quick little snifter. Christmas drinks.

All right, ta-ta!

Parachute 1 to Parachute 2, we are mobilised.

I repeat, we are mobilised. Rendezvous 1300 hours.

Over and out.

Come on!

Way-hey! Shake a leg! Yay-hey!

Whoa!

Whoop!

Come on! Let's get going.

Off we go.

Everybody all right? We've got a job to do.

Right, he's tall and thin. Wears a brown suit, maybe a blue suit.

He's got a long brown coat, modern sort of hair.

All sticky-uppy. All right?

Oh, and on page two, be on the lookout for a police box,

exactly like the old ones.

I got locked inside one of them. August Bank Holiday, 1962.

Were you misbehaving, Minnie?

I certainly was. Way-hey!

Yeah. All right, all right. Now listen.

This is important. We have got to find it.

Right, so phone around. Phone everybody.

Sally, will you get on to the Bridge Club?

Right. Winston, you try the old boys.

Bobby, I want you to ring, uh, the skiffle band, right?

Between us, we got the city covered.

- The silver cloak. - Yeah.

Who is he, then, this Doctor?

No, I can't tell you that, I swear.

Yeah, but answer me this. You've been having bad dreams?

All of you? Dreams you can't remember.

Yeah. Well, that's why we need him.

We need the Doctor,

more than ever.

- Onions with that? - Oh, yeah, go on, pile them on.

What about you, Ginger? Onions?

He don't say much. Give him onions. He's down from Huddersfield.

Well, you look after him.

And don't forget, tomorrow night, Christmas broadcast...

- President Obama... - Oh...

He's promised to end the recession.

Bad times will soon be over, Ginger.

- Well, season's greetings to you. - And you. Happy Christmas!

Now, what can we get you, sir?

Everything.

I am so hungry.

They're saying that the President's got this grand plan.

He's gonna save the world with some big financial scheme.

Whatever it is, bet it won't reach you and me.

Uh-oh, somebody's lively on his feet.

Starving.

Now, you see, that's what you don't want to do.

Eat it all at once. Tempting, I know,

but if you make it last, it can last all day.

I want more.

Cheese and chips and meat and gravy

and cream and beer and pork and beef

and fat and great big chunks of hot, wet, red...

Good for you, mate.

Well, we'd better be going.

You look like that bloke. Harold Saxon.

The one that went mad.

Now, isn't that funny?

Isn't that just the best thing of all?

The master of disguise, stuck looking like the old Prime Minister.

I can't hide anywhere. He can see me.

He can smell me. I can't let him smell me.

Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, got to stop the smell!

The stink! The filthy, filthy stink!

Ginger, come with me! Right now!

Because it's funny! Don't you see?

Look at me! I'm splitting my sides!

I am hilarious!

I am the funniest thing in the whole wide world!

Save us!

God help us! There's this man!

Dinnertime!

No!

Please, let me help! You're burning up your own life force.

Oh, my gosh, Doctor, you're a sight for sore eyes.

- Out of my way! - Oh?

Did we do it? Yeah! Is that him?

Tall and thin. Big brown coat.

The silver cloak.

It worked, 'cause Will phoned Nettie, who phoned June.

And her sister lives opposite Broadfell and she saw the police box.

And her neighbour saw this man heading east.

Wilfred, have you told them who I am? You promised me...

No, I just said you were a doctor, that's all.

Hmm. And might I say, sir, it is an honour to see you again.

Oh! But you never said he was a looker.

- He's gorgeous! Take a photo. - Not bad, eh?

- No... - V nice.

I'm Minnie. Minnie the Menace.

It's a long time since I had a photo with a handsome man.

Could you just get off him? Leave him alone!

Hush, you old misery. Come on, Doctor. Give us a smile.

- That's it! - Hold on.

- Did it flash? - No, there's a blue light. Try again.

I'm all fingers and thumbs.

I'm really kind of busy, you know.

Oh, it won't take a tick. Keep smiling.

Is that your hand, Minnie?

Good boy.

All right, let's... Come on, then! Here we are. Hurry up.

Goodbye. Go on.

Come on, over here.

Well, what's so special about this place?

We passed 15 cafes on the way.

Yeah. Afternoon.

But we had some good times, didn't we, though?

I mean, all those Atmos things and planets in the sky

and me with that paint gun.

I keep seeing things, Doctor, I... This face at night.

Who are you?

I'm Wilfred Mott.

No. People have waited hundreds of years to find me,

and then you manage it in a couple of hours.

Well, I'm just lucky, I suppose.

No, we keep on meeting, Wilf.

Over and over again, like something's still connecting us.

Yeah, but what's so important about me?

Exactly. Why you?

I'm going to die.

- Well, so am I, one day. - Don't you dare.

All right, I'll try not to.

But I was told.

He will knock four times.

That was a prophecy.

Knock four times and then...

Yeah, but I thought... When I saw you before, you said that

your people could change, like, your whole body.

I can still die.

If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead.

Even then...

Even if I change, it feels like dying.

Everything I am dies.

Some new man goes sauntering away.

And I'm dead.

- Hmm... - What? Oh...

I'm sorry, but I had to...

- Look, can't you make her better? - Stop it.

No, but you're so clever. Can't you bring her memory back?

Look... Just go to her now, go on. Just run across the street.

Go up and say, "Hello".

If she ever remembers me, her mind will burn and she will die.

Don't you touch this car!

She's not changed.

No...

Oh, there he is.

Shawn Temple. They're engaged.

Getting married in the spring.

- Another wedding? - Yeah.

Hold on, she's not gonna be called Noble Temple?

- That sounds like a tourist spot. - No, it's Temple Noble.

Right.

Is she happy? Is he nice?

Yeah, he's sweet enough. He's a bit of a dreamer.

Mind you, he's on minimum wage. She's earning tuppence,

so all they can afford is a tiny, little flat.

And then sometimes I see this look on her face.

Like she's so sad, but she can't remember why.

She's got him.

She's making do.

Aren't we all?

Yeah, how about you?

- Who have you got now? - No one.

I'm travelling alone.

I thought it would be better alone.

But I did some things that went wrong.

I need...

Oh, my word...

Uh...

Merry Christmas.

Yeah, and you.

Look at us.

Well, don't you... Don't you see?

You know, you need her, Doctor! I mean...

Look, wouldn't she make you laugh again? Good, old Donna.

Eh? Hmm?

And so it came to pass that the players took their final places,

making ready the events that were to come.

The madman sat in his empire of dust and ashes,

little knowing of the glory he would achieve,

while his saviour looked upon the wilderness

in the hope of changing his inevitable fate.

Far away, the idiots and fools dreamt of a shining new future.

A future now doomed to never happen.

As Earth rolled onwards into night,

the people of that world did sleep and shiver,

somehow knowing the dawn would bring only one thing.

The final day.

I had estates.

Do you remember my father's land back home?

Pastures of red grass stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition.

We used to run across those fields all day, calling up at the sky.

Look at us now.

All that eloquence.

But how many people have you killed?

I am so hungry.

Your resurrection went wrong.

That energy... Your body's ripped open.

Now you're killing yourself.

And that's human Christmas out there.

They eat so much!

All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine.

Hot, fat, blood food.

Pots, plates of meat and flesh and grease and juice.

And baking, burnt, sticky, hot skin.

Hot! It's so hot!

- Stop it! - Slice!

- Slice! - Stop it!

It's mine! It's mine! It's mine! It's mine!

- Eat it! Eat it! Eat it! Eat it! - Stop it!

What if I ask you for help?

There are more at work tonight than you and me.

Oh, yeah?

I've been told something is returning.

And here I am.

No, something more.

But it hurts.

- I was told the end of time... - It hurts...

Doctor, the noise.

The noise in my head, Doctor.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

Stronger than ever before.

Can't you hear it?

Listen, listen, listen, listen.

Every minute, every second,

every beat of my hearts,

there it is,

calling to me.

Please listen.

I can't hear it.

Listen!

What?

I...

- What? - I heard it.

But that's no noise.

There never has been, it's just your insanity.

What is it? What's inside your head?

It's real.

It's real!

All these years you thought I was mad!

King of the wasteland.

But something is calling me, Doctor. What is it? What is it?

What is it?

No!

Let him go!

Now then, steady on.

It's never too early for margaritas, that's what I say.

I forgot to get lemons so I used oranges instead.

It's all fruit, same difference.

Oh, now that's lovely. Look at that! Absolutely beautiful.

Oh, "Love from Donna." Did you keep the receipt?

Yes, I did.

Come on, Gramps. You've been a right misery ever since you got up.

Do you like it then, the book?

Joshua Naismith? I mean, what did you get me this for?

I don't know.

I just saw it in the shop and thought of you.

It just felt like the sort of thing you should have.

Oh, now, look at that.

That's from Charlie Morton. Isn't that rude?

If you would, Mr Danes.

I'm starving.

You have my daughter to thank for this.

It's all her idea.

She heard rumours of Harold Saxon, his disciples, his return.

It's the sort of thing she finds rather thrilling.

And I was right. He's back. The very man we need and he's here.

Oh, this is gonna be wonderful.

Aye-aye! Here are the presents.

I'm sorry I couldn't afford much. But not for long.

Not if President Obama ends the recession tonight. Come here!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, keep it quiet, you lot.

It's the Queen's Speech. Now, come on.

Sit down, show respect. Come on.

- Merry Christmas, Mr Mott. - Thank you.

Will you behave! Honestly.

All right now. She's on, she's on. It's our sovereign.

Eh?

Events are moving, Wilfred.

- Eh? - Faster than we thought.

Can you see that?

Frankly, I'd tell Her Majesty it's time for trouser suits.

No, no, no, no. That's not...

Only you can see.

Only you stand at the heart of coincidence.

Why? What have I done?

You're an old soldier, sir.

Only you were too late.

The war was won and passed you by.

I did my duty.

You never killed a man.

No, I didn't. No, I did not, no,

but don't say that like it's shameful.

A time will come when you must take arms.

Who are you?

Tell the Doctor nothing of this.

His life could still be saved,

so long as you tell him nothing.

Did...

I lost him.

I was unconscious. He's still on Earth. I can smell him, but he's too far away.

Listen, you can't park there. What if Donna sees it?

You're the only one, Wilf.

The only connection I can think of. You're involved.

If I could just work out how.

Tell me, have you seen anything?

I don't know. Anything strange, anything odd?

- Well, there was... - What?

- What is it? Tell me! - Well, it...

Nah, it's nothing.

Think, think, think! Maybe something out of the blue.

Something connected to your life. Something!

Well, Donna was a bit strange.

She had a funny, little moment this morning all because of that book.

What book?

Here you are, his name's Joshua Naismith.

That's the man.

I was shown him by the Ood.

- The what? - By the Ood.

- What's the Ood? - They're just the Ood.

But it's all part of the convergence maybe...

Maybe touching Donna's subconscious.

Oh, she's still fighting for it, even now. The Doctor Donna.

Dad, what are you up to?

You! But... Get out of here!

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

But she can't see you! What if she remembers?

Mum, where are those tweezers?

- Go! - I'm going.

Yeah, me, too.

Oh, no, you don't.

Mum? Gramps?

- Dad, I'm warning you! - Bye, see you later.

I'm a bit old for hide-and-seek.

Stay right where you are!

- You can't come with me. - You're not leaving me with her.

- Dad! - Fair enough.

- Mum? - Just you listen to me.

I forbid it! Get out of there!

Doctor, bring my father back right now!

Come back here!

Come back here, I said. Come back!

Are you shouting at thin air?

Yes.

Possibly. Yes.

Naismith!

If I can track him down...

Ah! Right. Yes.

Bigger on the inside. Do you like it?

I thought it'd be cleaner.

Cleaner?

I can take you back home right now.

Listen, Doctor. If this is a time machine, that man you're chasing,

why can't you just pop back to yesterday and catch him?

I can't go back inside my own timeline.

I have to stay relative to the Master within the causal matrix.

- Understand? - Not a word.

- Welcome aboard. - Thank you.

You can demonstrate.

Oh, that's not from Earth.

And neither are you. A perfect combination, don't you think?

Uh, excuse me, sir. If I could check the basement?

We're getting fluctuation on the power cord.

- Of course. - Miss Addams.

If you could bring the calibration statistics?

Who the hell is he? What if he finds out?

An expert, they said. Well, what sort of expert?

- Who is he? - I don't know!

According to the records, Harold Saxon was Prime Minister

of this stupid country.

I am choking in this thing!

I'm sorry.

Oh, by the saints, that's better.

Oh, these people are so flat.

Well, what do we do?

We were so close. We almost had it working!

What if this visitor is some sort of genius?

Well, think about it. We are hijacking this project.

Maybe we can use him, too.

Harold Saxon or whatever he is

might be exactly what we need.

The gate was found inside a spaceship

buried at the foot of Mount Snowdon.

It was moved to an institute known as Torchwood.

But when Torchwood fell,

let's just say I acquired it.

I like you.

Thank you.

You'd taste great.

Mr Danes.

The visitor will be given food.

Ah.

Anyway, the device came equipped with its own power supply.

A nuclear bolt.

One technician remains in charge of the feedback 24 hours a day.

And the power feeds through to the gate.

It encourages some sort of cellular regeneration.

Miss Hollands was our test subject.

She carried some burns as result of an accident when she was a child,

down her left side. If you could...

The gate mended her.

Thank you.

But what do you want it for?

We calculate that, if this device can be fully repaired by your good self,

it can restore the body forever.

Hence its given title, The Immortality Gate.

Because that's what I want. Not for me, but for my daughter.

I want her never to die. My gift to her.

She will be immortal.

Abigail. It means, "Bringer of joy".

Better get to work.

We've moved! We really moved!

- You should stay here. - Not bloody likely.

And don't swear. Hold on.

Just a second out of synch.

Don't want the Master finding the TARDIS.

That's the last thing we need.

That book said he's a billionaire. He's got his own private army.

Stay here.

Miss Addams, we're getting some encouraging results

from the ratio foldback. Can you confirm?

The man's a miracle. All the systems are slotting back into place.

Shatter treads have harmonised, the fibre links have densified.

Multiple overshots have triplicated...

- Nice gate! - Hello!

Look, sorry, don't try calling security

or I'll tell them you're wearing a shimmer.

'Cause I reckon anyone wearing a shimmer doesn't want the shimmer to be noticed

or they wouldn't need a shimmer in the first place.

I'm sorry, what's a shimmer?

Shimmer.

Oh, my Lord. She's a cactus.

Miss Addams? Miss Addams?

If you'll would just excuse me.

Now, please don't imagine I'm a slave driver.

You can resume work on Boxing Day, Mr Saxon.

My name

is the Master.

Oh, excellent! Excellent!

- Mr Danes. - The visitor will be restrained.

What? But I repaired it.

I'm not an idiot! Don't let him anywhere near that thing.

He's got it working, but what is it?

What's working? What are you doing here?

Shimmer!

Now, tell me quickly, what's going on, the Master, Harold Saxon?

Skeletor, whatever you're calling him, what's he doing up there?

Your reputation precedes you, sir.

I have no doubt you've laid traps.

Perhaps explosives, a means of escape and murder.

But everything you've done to the gate will be checked and double-checked

before anyone stands inside.

But I checked the readings. He's done good work. It's operational.

Who are you, though? 'Cause I met someone like you.

He was brilliant, but he was little and red.

No, that's a Zocci.

We're not Zocci, we're Vinvocci.

- Completely different. - And the gate is Hipocci.

We're a salvage team.

We picked up a signal when the humans re-activated it.

And as soon as it's working, we can transport it to the ship.

But what does it do?

Well, it mends. It's as simple as that.

It's a medical device to repair the body.

It makes people better.

No, there's got to be more.

Every single warning says the Master is gonna do something colossal.

So that thing is like a sick-bed, yeah?

- More or less. - Well, pardon me for asking,

but why is it so big?

Oh, good question. Why is it so big?

It doesn't just mend one person at a time.

That would be ridiculous.

It mends whole planets.

It does what?

It transmits the medical template across the entire population.

Come on, it's time for the broadcast.

President's grand initiative. You might want to see this, sir.

Proof that the human race can mend its own problems.

And now, anticipation is rising as we go live to Washington.

Here, on Christmas Day, the President has promised

an instant and radical solution to the worldwide depression.

Barack Obama will lead us all into a new age of prosperity.

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.

I'd like to speak briefly about the state of our economy.

Turn the gate off right now!

Man arms!

No, no, no, no. Whatever you do, just don't let him near that device!

Oh, like that was ever gonna happen.

Homeless, was I? Destitute and dying?

Well, look at me now!

Deactivate it! All of you, turn the whole thing off!

He's inside my head.

Get out of there!

Doctor! Doctor, there's this face...

- What is it? What can you see? - Well, it's him. I can see him.

I can see his face.

Something's wrong.

It seems to be affecting the President.

- I can't turn it off! - That's because I locked it, idiot.

Wilfred!

Get inside, get him out!

Get out!

Just need to filter the levels.

Oh! I can see again! He's gone!

Radiation shielding. Now press the button, let me out!

You what?

I can't get out until you press the button. That button there!

Fifty seconds and counting.

To what?

Oh, you're gonna love this.

He was hiding the codes.

He's extrapolated the gate pattern a million times over!

It's not affecting us.

He set the template to human!

Hello... Oh.

- Donna! - Where are you?

It's Mum and Shawn. Something's wrong with them.

There's his face.

Wait a minute. I mean, what about you? Can't you see anything?

I can see them. That's bad enough.

Not now, Winston!

Wilfred! Those dreams...

I can remember that face!

There's a face in my head!

Wilfred?

It's everyone!

What is it, hypnotism? Mind control!

You're grafting your thoughts inside them, is that it?

Oh, that's way too easy.

No, no, no. They're not gonna think like me.

They're gonna become me.

And... begin!

- He can't have! - What is it?

They've changed. Granddad.

It's like... like the sort of thing that happened before!

My head! Oh, my head! My head!

Doctor! She's starting to remember.

What is it? What have you done, you monster?

Oh, I'm sorry. Are you talking to me?

Or to me?

Or to us?

Breaking news. I'm everyone.

And everyone in the world is me!

I'm President. President of the United States!

Look at me!

- Whoo! - Come on!

Ooh. Financial solution... deleted.

The human race was always your favourite, Doctor.

But now, there is no human race.

There is only the Master race!

And so it came to pass on Christmas Day

that the human race did cease to exist.

But even then,

the Master had no concept of his greater role in events,

for this was far more than humanity's end.

This day was the day upon which the whole of creation

would change forever.

This was the day the Time Lords returned.

For Gallifrey.

For Gallifrey.

For victory!

For victory!

For the end of time itself!

For the end of time itself!

This is the Doctor's final battle.

He must stand at arms or lose himself and all this world.

A rhythm of four.

The heartbeat of a Time Lord.

The Master is gonna kill you.

Kill him first.

At last.

Sometimes, I think a Time Lord lives too long.