All language subtitles for Dr Who S4-E17 (Special) The End of Time - Part One

It is said that in the final days of
planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams.

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.

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 the sainted physician.

He smoked the demon and then
disappeared.

There'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.

Ha ha ha!

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 mean to come straight
here. Had a bit of fun, you know,

about, did this and that. Got into
trouble, you know me. It was brilliant.

I saw the phosphorus carousel of the
great Magellan Gestalt.

Saved a planet from the red carnivorous
moor.

Named Galaxy Allison.

Got married.

That was a mistake.

Good Queen Bess.

But 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 tires.

See? Like a car.

I locked it like a car.

Like, funny.

No? A little bit.

Blimey. Trying 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?

100 years.

Then we've got a problem.

Because all of this is way too fast.

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

Reaching all the way back to the 21st
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 through 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.

late. Far too late.

He has come.

Sit with the elder or the old and share
the dreaming.

So.

Right.

Hello.

You will join.

You will join.

You will join.

You will join. You will join. You will
join.

He will join.

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

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.

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.

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.

You'd 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

quite some time to arrange.

Mr. Fusis, 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, you're a dad.

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.
Mr. Huston, the catalyst.

What are you doing?

Leave me alone!

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.

Never die. Never die. Never die. Never
die. Never die.

Oh,

Lucy.

Sweet Lucy Saxon. My ever faithful. Did
the widow's kiss

bring me back to life?

Let them die.

They're just the first.

The whole stupid, deceiving human race
can fall into the pit.

Can you hear it, Lucy?

The noise?

The drumbeat?

Louder than ever before.

Drum.

The never -ending drum.

Oh, I have missed them.

Don't you dare.

I'm ordering you to lose your...

I think we might be in luck, darling.

It's the footage from Broadfold Prison
the night it burned 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 gentlemen, it seems help is
at hand.

Christmas is cancelled.

Prepare the gate.

Paratroop 1 to Paratroop 2, we are
mobilised. I repeat, we are mobilised.

Rendezvous, 1300 hours.

Over and out.

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.

Right, oh, and on page two, be on the
lookout for a police box, exactly like

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

Were you misbehaving, Minnie?

I certainly was.

Wahey.

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 the skiffle band, right? Between

we've 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 been having a bad dream?

All of you?

Dreams you can't remember?

Yeah.

Well, that's why we need him.

We need the Doctor.

More than ever.

Onions for that?

Oh, yeah. Go on, pile them on.

What about you, Ginger?

Onions?

He's done so much.

Give him onions.

He's down for Huddersfield.

Don't forget tomorrow night.

Christmas broadcast.

President Obama.

He's promised to end the recession.

Bad times will soon be over, Ginger.

Well, Susan's great, isn't she? And you.

Happy Christmas.

Now, what can we get you, sir?

Everything.

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

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

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

Somebody's largely 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.

And more.

And cheese and chips. And meat and
gravy.

And cream and beer.

And pork and beef and fat and great big
chunks of hot and wet and red.

Good for you, Meg.

We'd better be going.

You look like that bloke.

Harold Saxon.

The one that went mad.

Isn't that funny?

Isn't that just the best thing of all?

The master of his life.

Duck, 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, doctor,
smell.

It stinks. It stinks.

Ginger? Come with me. Right now.

Because it's funny.

Don't you see?

Look at me.

I'm splitting my thigh.

I am hilarious.

I am the funniest thing in the whole
wide world.

Please, let me help.

You're burning up your own life force.

Oh, my God. Stop, dear. It's all right.
Out of my way.

Did we do it? Yes. Is that him? Troll
and thin. Big brown coat.

Silver cloak.

It worked, cos Wilf phoned Nettie, who
phoned June, and her sister lives

opposite Broadfield, and she saw the
police box, and her neighbour saw this

heading east.

Wilfred, have you told them who I am?
You promised me. No, I just said you

a doctor, that's all.

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?

Who'll be next?

I'm Minnie.

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

Just get off him. Leave him alone, will
you? 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.

One more fingers and thumbs.

I'm really kind of busy, you know.

It won't take a tick.

Keep smiling.

Is that your hand, Minnie?

Good boy.

Come on, then. Here we are. Here we are.

Right. Up here.

Come on.

What's so special about this place?
We've passed 15 cafes on the way. Yeah.

Afternoon.

We had some good times, didn't we,
though? I mean, all those Atmos things

planets in the sky and me with that
paint gun.

I keep seeing things, Doctor.

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.

We keep on meeting, Wilf, over and over
again, like something's still connecting

us.

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.

What?

Sorry, but I had to.

Look, can't you make up better? Stop it.
No, but you're so clever. Can't you

bring her memory back? 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 me.

She's not changed.

No.

Oh,

there he is.

Sean Temple.

They're engaged.

Getting married in the spring.

Another wedding?

Yeah.

Hold on, she's not going to 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. He's
earning toughness, so all they can

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 making do.

Aren't we all?

Yeah, how about you?

What have you got now?

No.

Travelling alone.

I thought it was better, I thought.

But I did some things. It went wrong.

I need... Oh, my word.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah, don't you?

Look at that.

Don't you see?

You lead her, Doctor.

I mean, look, wouldn't she make you
laugh again? Good old Donna.

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 savior 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

that 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.

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, fuck -blood food.

It's mine. It's mine.

It's mine.

It's mine. It's mine. It's mine. It's
mine. It's mine. It's mine. It's mine.

What if I ask

you for help?

There's more at work tonight than you
and me.

Oh, yeah?

I've been told something is returning.

And here I am.

It hurts.

I was told the end of time. It hurts.

Doctor, the noise.

The noise in my head.

Doctor.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

Stronger than ever before.

It's just your insanity.

What is it?

What's inside your head?

It's real.

It's real.

You thought I was mad.

King of the wasteland.

But something is calling me, Doctor.

What is it? What is it?

What is it?

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

I forgot to get lemon, so I used oranges
instead.

It's all fruit, same, different.

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.

Just felt like the sort of thing you
should have.

Oh, now look at that. That's some
Charlie Norton.

Isn't that rude?

If you would, Mr. Danes.

You've my daughter to thank for this.

It's all her idea.

She heard rumors of Harold Sachs and 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 going to be wonderful.

Here are the presents.

I'm sorry, I couldn't afford much, but
not for long. Not if President Obama

the recession tonight. Come here.

Well, well, well, well, well. 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 be? Thank you.

Honestly. All right, now.

She's on. She's on. It's our sovereign.

Oh.

Events are moving, Wilfred.

Eh? Faster than we thought.

Can you see that?

Frankly, I'd tell Her Majesty it's time
travel.

No, no, no, that's not the... 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.

The 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.

I lost him.

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

You can't part there. What if Donna sees
it?

You're the only one, Will.

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

I can just work out how.

Tell me, have you seen anything?

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

Well, there was a... What?

What is it? Tell me. Well, it was...

No, 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

No, his name's Joshua Naismith.

That's the man.

I was shown him by the Ood. By the what?
By the Ood. What's the Ood? It is the

Ood, but it's all part of the
convergence.

Maybe... Maybe touching Donna's
subconscious.

She's still fighting for it, even now.
The doctor's on it.

Dad, what are you up to?

You.

Get out of here.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. She can't see you. What
if she remembers?

Mom, where are those sweethearts?

Yeah, me too.

Oh, no, you don't.

a hiding safe.

Stay right where you are!

You can't go with me. Oh, you're not
leaving me with her. Dad! Fair enough.

Mark, did you listen to me? I've been in
it!

Bigger of an insight.

Do you like it?

I thought it'd be cleaner.

Cleaner?

I could take them back home right now.

Listen, Doctor, if this is a time
machine, that man you're chasing, why

you just pop back to yesterday and catch
him? I can't go back inside my own

timeline, right? Stay relative to the
master within the causal nexus.

Understand?

Ain't not a word.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

Demonstrate.

Oh, that's not from her.

And neither are you.

A perfect combination, don't you think?

Excuse me, sir. If I could check the
basement. We're getting fluctuation on

power cord.

Of course.

Miss Adams, if you could bring the
calibration statistics.

Who the hell is he? What if we find out?

An expert, they said.

What sort of expert?

Who is he? 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,

I think that's better.

Oh, these people are so loud.

But what do we do? We were so close, we
almost had it working.

What is this visitor is?

Some sort of genius.

Well, think about it.

We're 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 taste great.

Mr. Dent.

The visitor will be given food.

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,
where it encourages some sort of

cellular regeneration.

Miss Collins was our test subject.

She carried some burns as a 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.

day here. Not bloody likely.

Don't swear. Hold on.

Just a second out of sync.

That one, the master planning the
TARDIS, that's the last thing we need.

That book said he's a billionaire.

He's got his own private army.

Down here.

Miss Huddersworth, we're getting some
encouraging results from the ratio of

back. Can you confirm?

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

Shattered threads have harmonised. The
fiber links have densified. Multiple

overshots have triplicated. Nice game.

Hello. Oh, sorry.

Don't try calling security or I'll tell
them you're wearing a shimmer.

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

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 Adams?

Miss Adams!

If you'll just excuse me.

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

We can resume work on Boxing Day, Miss
Adams.

My name... is the Master.

Excellent.

Mr. Dane, the visitor will be retrained.

What? But I repaired it. I'm not an
idiot.

Don't let him anywhere near that thing.

Quite working, but what is it?

What's working?

What are you doing here?

Shimmel!

Now, tell me, quickly, what's going on?
The master, Harold Saxon.

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

The reputation precedes you, sir.

I have no doubt you've laid traps.

Perhaps explosives.

The means of escape.

Or murder.

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

before anyone stands inside.

Good night, chick.

He's done good work. It's operational.

Who are you, though? Because I met
someone like you. He was brilliant, but

was little and red.

No, that's a Zotchi.

We're not Zotchi. We've been Zotchi.
Completely different. And the gate is a

Zotchi.

We're a salvage team.

We picked up the signal where the humans
reactivated it. And as soon as it's

working, we can transport it to the
ship.

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.

There's got to be more.

Every single warning says the Martyrs
are going to do something colossal.

So that thing is like a thick bed, yes?

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 a whole planet.

Because what?

It... transmits the medical template
across the entire population.

But 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 broth.

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!

No,

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

like that was ever going to happen.

Homeless was I.

Destitute and dying.

Well, look at me now.

Reactivate all of you. Turn the whole
thing off.

Inside my head.

Get out of there!

Doctor!

Doctor, there's... There's his face.

What is it? I can't see. Well, it's him.
I can see him.

I can't see in his face. Something's
wrong.

It seems to be affecting the president.

You can't turn it off!

That's because I locked it, idiot.

Wilfred!

It's time to get him out.

You need to filter the levels.

Oh, I can see again. He's gone.

Radiation shielding. Now press the
button. Let me out. Do what? I can't get

until you press the button. That button
there.

Fifty seconds and counting.

For what?

Oh, you're gonna love this.

He was hiding the coach.

He's extrapolated the gay pattern a
million times over.

It's not affecting us.

He set the template for humans.

Donna?

Where are you?

It's Mum and Sean.

Something's wrong with your little face.

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

Well, you see them.

They're fighting off.

Not now, Winston.

Wilfred. Don't dream.

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

No, no, no. They're not going to think
like me.

They're going to become me.

What is it?

What have you done, you monster?

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

Or to me?

Or to me?

Or to me?

Or to what?

Breaking news.

I'm everyone.

And everyone in the world...

I'm president.

President of the United States. Look at
me.

Financial solution.

Deleted.

The human race was always your favorite,
Doctor.

But now, there is no human race.

There is only the master race.

Ha ha ha!

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.

This is the Doctor's final battle.

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

A rhythm of four.

The heartbeat of a Time Lord.

The Master is going to kill you.

Kill him first.

At last.

Sometimes I think a time lord lives too
long.