All language subtitles for Doctor.Who.2005.S13E02.1080p.HDTV.H264-UKTV

Karvanista took whoever lived here.
Why would he do that?

Every Lupar has a designated human.

I'm not your human!

We have to save them,
before it's too late.

What is it
you are saving them from?

The Flux. What's the Flux?

This is Serving Commander
Inston-Vee Vinder

leaving his post.

They are without purpose.

Your mind would boggle.

Hello again, Doctor. Who are you?

Our final fight has begun.

The end of the universe.

I always wondered
what it would feel like.

EERIE MUSIC

WOOD CREAKING

SHE GASPS

End of the universe.

But we're still here.

Wherever here is.

YAZ: Doctor!

Yaz. Is Dan with you?

DAN: I'm here.

I just blacked out.

Last thing I remember,

we were on your TARDIS,
that Flux thing was coming at us.

And then...nothing.

Me too. I think.

I was on the ground over there.
We must've been thrown out.

Must have been. Where are we?

Is she always like this?
Pretty much.

SCREWDRIVER WHIRS

If I had to call it, we're back
on Earth,

which meant the Lupari shield
worked, but the TARDIS took a hit.

Looks like we're in
the middle of a battlefield.

Which could mean...
Hey! Get away from him!

Show me your hands.
What did you take? Show me!

We didn't take anything.

I know what goes on out here.

Vultures emptying the pockets of
the dead.

What...?

Who are you? Where you from?

I'm the Doctor. This is Yaz.
This is Dan. Nice to meet you.

We were tracking for signs of life.

Sure, doctor is a man's term.

It's fluid.

Sentry patrol. All of them dead.

It's too late for medical aid.

But...

..you're too close to the front
to be with Mrs Nightingale.

She won't come this close to
Sebastopol.

How long have you been here?

Sebastopol. 1850s.

Orientated! I know where we are.

Crimean War, 1855,
Ottoman Empire weakening,

British soldiers fighting Russians.

What? We're in the middle of
the Crimean War?

But that would make you
Mary Seacole?

Are you? You are, aren't you?

Mrs Seacole to you.
Doctress to the fallen.

Everybody, shh, shh!
MARCHING

Listen.

It's enemy soldiers.
Back up, back up!

Go!

Where in the battle are we?

How many Russian troops are
the British fighting?

What's happening in Sebastopol?

What's this word you keep using?

Russians. They're not fighting
Russians!

They're fighting Sontarans.

Taste the victory, my soldiers.

Breathe in the rotting stench
of our vanquished foes!

Onwards, to domination!

Sontar-Ha!

ARMY CHANTS: Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha!
Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha!

PANTING

Are you response? Can you repair?

Can I what? Can you repair?

W-w-where am I? Can you repair?
Respond!

I need to make contact
with my home planet.

There's been a mass extinction
event, near where I was stationed.

We are aware.

The Flux impacted the inner temple.
Can you repair?

Repair what?

Follow! Follow!

This was not foreseen.

Priest Triangles are only guardians.

We maintain and serve.

The impact of the Flux event
was too great. Whoa.

The Temple is compromised. The Mouri
must never be compromised.

Do you see? Do you see the Mouri?

Whoa.

Thank you for getting us out of
there safely, Mrs Seacole.

I know every safe avenue on
and off of this battlefield.

I have to stay alive if I'm going to
nurse these men back to health.

You're an army nurse?

Oh, no. I work for myself.
I'm the closest nurse to the front.

And this is your hospital?

This is much more than
a hospital, child.

This is my British Hotel.

So, let me just get this straight.

She's like a real person
from history?

You just talked to her, didn't you?

And those Sontaran things,

they're not part of history,
were they?

No. She should be here.
They shouldn't.

Could this be connected to the Flux?

Is history being rewritten?

Dan, are you OK?

Are you seeing that?

Stay still, Dan.

What's happening to me?

Oh!

Dan!

Doctor!

You're fading.

A collision between Flux and vortex
energy,

you're falling through space
and time.

Yaz, stay calm. I will find you.

Promise?

I promise!

JUDDERING

Where's the door? I need the door!

Over there, Commander! A voice!

Another soldier waiting to be
obliterated!

JUDDERING

Let me in! I have to find them!

Spread out and locate
the human scum!

I'm home.

DOG BARKS

Jim!

Jim. It's me, Dan!

Sorry about the house.
I can explain. Jim!

Come on, Di. Pick up, will ya?

TAPPING ON WINDOW

What?

No way.

What the hell is that?
Curfew defier!

Breach of curfew will result in
instant execution.

Soldiers, apprehend! Divide
and cover all escape routes.

Mam. Dad?

Where the hell have you been?

Doctor?

Dan?

I need a universal GPS.

Then I'd know where I was
whenever this happens.

Cos it does keep happening.

This is intolerable!

Hi. I'm Yaz.

How am I meant to cope?

Cope with what, sir?
Well, any of it! All of it.

It just... It insists on shifting.

Why don't you take me through it
from the start?

The start. Do you mock me, Madam?

The start?

All right.

Can you tell me - what's the year?

Why? Do you believe it to be
a matter of import?

It might be.

It is the year of our Lord, 1820.

Would you reckon it differently?

Very differently.

All our fears made true.

All is porous.

All is broken.

I must retrace.

There's so much work to be done.

I'll come with you! No! No.

It will be to no avail, if my
experience holds true.

Oh.

This confounded situation.

Can you repair? Can I what?

All assistance is required.
Can you repair?

Yeah. I can.

That's exactly why I'm here.

Mrs Seacole, I helped myself to
the rum...to aid planning.

It can go on your slate, General.

Your rapidly rising slate.

Good evening.
Where are your friends?

They were called away.

While I'm remaining here, for now.

Apparently. Well, then, you are most
welcome to the British Hotel.

New arrival, Mrs Seacole?

Oh, yes. We met on the battlefield.

This is Lieutenant General Logan
of the Light Division.

I'm the Doctor. Oh.

Mrs Seacole could certainly do
with your assistance.

Our advance tomorrow is not
without risk.

Please tell me you're not about
to engage Sontarans in battle.

That is why we're here.

You don't understand. I've fought
Sontarans before.

Somehow I doubt that.

Sontarans live for war.
They're a clone race.

It's what they're bred for.
It's their entire history.

And they're very, very good at it.

They also have weapons beyond
your imagination.

So, even if you do have
numerical advantage,

I advise, at all costs,
do not engage.

Then it's fortunate that I command
these divisions

of Her Majesty's Army,
and you do not.

Madam, I am at work.

I know, I can smell the rum.

How long have they been here,
the Sontarans?

Outside Sebastopol?

No, on Earth. They have always
been here.

Trust me, I know your history
and that's not true.

Where are we?

Britain there. Jamaica here.

Still intact.

Uh, Crimea there,

and Russia is...

..not there. No Russia. No China.

Only Sontar. And you both think
that's normal.

War is the opposite of normal.

That word you used...

Russia. Where have I heard
that before?

She said it earlier.
I thought the same.

I heard it before, in the past.

Like a memory?
An echo of another time?

Yes. Yes.

Time is being disrupted.

But if you're still retaining
those memories of the truth,

then the disruption must be recent.

But how? Fallout from the Flux?
Yeah, but that wouldn't be enough.

I mean, Sontarans are embedded in
maps all of a sudden!

Are you expecting a response
to your musings?

How far away is their encampment?

You've gone very quiet, General.

The soldiers appear from
directions unknown.

See! They're doing the basics,

and you're already on the back foot.

You will lose every man if
you face them in

the battlefield tomorrow.
You need my help.

I have Queen and Country on my side.
That is all the help I need.

Is she here with you, then,
the Queen?

Obviously not.

Then her influence may be limited.

Mrs Seacole, your new assistant is
putting me off my task.

You want to be helpful, "Doctor"?

Nursing rounds.

You have to get the General
to listen to me.

You think the army take advice
from a doctress?

I am here to nurse the wounded.

Sifting the battlefield
for injured soldiers,

setting up a sanctuary.

You just decided to come out here
on your own?

If we all of us waited to be
sent for,

we would none of us find our
purpose, would we?

I paid for my own passage,

and I had this place built from what
I could find.

A proper pioneer.

Rice pudding and hard liquor
build morale.

They also pay for medicines.
But my time

and my skills, those I give for
free, to allcomers.

Speaking of which,

come over here.

The General does not approve.

GRUNTING

More of you!

More to destroy when
I free myself. Which will be soon!

This is a surprise.

No wonder the General
doesn't approve.

All life is sacred to me.

I use my remedies to help
whoever is in need.

Just as you did
the Russian soldiers.

Although this one has refused
all treatment

and healed himself.

He takes his rest in
a regular rhythm.

Seven-and-a-half minutes every
27 hours. I recorded it.

I shall massacre you

for revealing privileged
military information.

The rest of the time, he yells.

No wonder you're angry.

Capture - the ultimate shame
for any Sontaran.

How did it come to this?

I was dispatched by my commanding
officer to assess

the laughable strength of the weak

and pathetic human resistance.

And was ambushed by
a circular propellant.

Cannon ball in the back.

Oh! I bet that hurt.

There is no such thing as pain.

A little.

You're lucky you survived at all.

You call this luck?

The gloried embrace
of death would have been luck.

I have questions for you, soldier.

I will answer nothing.

I am trained to resist
all interrogation.

Where's your encampment?

I assert my rights

to silence under section Cyan K-Z
Nine Slothback

of the Shadow Proclamation.

Oh, you do, do you?

But what if I have valuable battle
information for your commander?

What sort of information?

The Doctor. Huh?

Vanquisher and sworn enemy of
the Sontarans,

former President of Gallifrey,
is in the Crimea.

Where? Show me!

I will vanquish our despised nemesis
with my bare hands.

Where is the Doctor?

Closer than you could possibly
imagine.

But how can he have heard of...?
Shh, shh!

I'd be prepared to give your
commander information on

the Doctor's whereabouts,

should he agree to parlay on
my signal.

Now, if we release you...

..will you relay this information?

I accept your offer

and pledge to end your life

with maximum suffering at our
next encounter.

I'd expect no less.

HE GROANS

May death rain down on you both.

Well, it's nice to meet you, too.
Hurry along!

Human scum!

You will be stamped beneath
the boot of Sontar

at a future point to be determined!

Do not shoot!

You allowed an enemy combatant
to escape!

I discharged my patient.

The British Hotel is my
establishment, General.

And you are my guest.

Mrs Seacole, may I suggest an
evening constitutional? Come along.

What are we doing?

The thing about Sontaran soldiers
is they're not very bright.

But that means you can
take advantage.

M'laddo's got a message
for his General.

With any luck, he's going to lead us
right to the location of

the Sontaran base camp.

Pretty simple, right?

Wait.

Who are you?

Me?

I'm Mary Seacole's assistant.

Where...? Where did he go?!

See, Mary?

No. Exactly.

A conjuring trick.

In a manner of speaking.

Basic camouflage shield.

But if you don't know it's there,
it's impossible to spot.

Want to give it a go with me?

Where are we now?

Soldiers, marching duty
until sunrise!

Strategic base construction
troops report

to Commander Strevs.

Security patrols must execute
any intruders on sight.

There's so many of them.

Yes, there are.

Mary, you're good at keeping
observation records, right?

Of course.

And you can survive on very little
sleep, I imagine.

What are you asking of me?

Monitor this encampment.

Keep a note of everything that
happens, but stay out of sight.

I can do that.

I think. Can't I?

You return to us,
wounded, humiliated,

and no deaths to your credit.

I bring information,
Commander Skaak.

The sworn enemy of Sontar,
the Doctor, is here on Earth.

The Doctor is here?

My source will request parlay,

to discuss
bringing the Doctor to you.

This is useful.

You have done...

..adequately.

I am shamed, Commander.

Yes. The stench of your humiliation
infects us all.

I request mercy.

Request granted.

The mercy of immediate execution
be upon you

for unanswerable shame upon Sontar.

Sontar-Ho.

Sontar-Ho.

So, when did they turn up here,
these Sontarans?

Same day you vanished.
What's that? Two days ago now?

Already feels like a month.

We had the Three Minute Eclipse,
and then, bang, they were here.

Three Minute Eclipse?

Whole world went to blackout,
all at the same time.

It lasted three minutes.

Must've been the Karvanista's ships.

So, come on. Where have you been?

It's a bit hard to explain.

Ey, lad, did someone nick
your house?

Sort of. Listen, how many of
these are there?

Oh, millions. All over the world,
in their ships.

Soldiers pouring out
and taking over.

But you can knock 'em out with
a frying pan?

They've got this thing, on the back
of their neck, like a hole...

Probic something...

All right, Eileen,
no need to get all medical.

And if you smack bang on it,
they go down like ninepins.

Who found that out?
Oh, fella in Birkenhead.

He was drunk, with a mallet.

Birkenhead. Birkenhead.

We've got to get rid of them.

That's what I said.
That's what I said!

You said they'd be off after
the weekend!

I never did.

He does this to annoy me!

They were in Liverpool first.

Six hours before anywhere else.

Nobody believed us.

They went all round the world,
but they started here.

When you say here,
where exactly do you mean?

This is where they first appeared.

Took over the whole waterfront.

Let's go have a look.

Ay, ay, where you going?

There's thousands of them.
They've got lasers.

Dad. This is our planet.
These are our docks.

What else do you want to do?
Sit at home and complain?

That's what he normally does.
Hey, you.

I'm not afraid of a scrap.

I was Wallasey's...
ALL: Junior Boxing Champion in 1966.

We've already heard of people trying
and then just disappearing.

Yeah, well,

I've had some experience
with dealing with aliens

these last few days.

You two get back to the house.

I'm going in.

By yourself?

It's better that way.

Take this, son.

In case you need it.

What happened to these two?
They're all burned out.

Can you repair?

I don't know what you mean.

Transmission received from outer
corridor priest triangle.

There is another.

You will step aside.

Repair is here.

Hi! I'm Yaz.

Serving Commander Inston-Vee Vinder

of Kasto-Winfer-Foxfell at
your service.

Oh, well, if we're going formal,
Serving Officer Khan,

Hallamshire Police, Earth Division,
at yours.

Repair! Repair!

You know how to fix this?

Full disclosure, Inston-Vee Vinder.

Just Vinder's fine. I don't know how
I got here, or why,

or where here is, or how I get
back home.

Same. And I don't want to freak
you out,

but there's something's very wrong
with the universe right now.

I saw it for myself.

Me, too. From my outpost.

Those objects, they called it
The Flux?

What do they want repairing?

This.

Well...

..I was hoping it was going
to be a bit smaller.

Less abstract.
More like a washing machine.

So, these are what are broken?

Like a before and after.

And that's not all.

Step back.

Proximity activation,
on all of them.

I'm not sure why.

Do you even know what this place is?

The triangle said it's the Temple of
Atropos. But it can't be.

Why not?
Repair. You must repair!

I'm going to need more information.

Take us through the basics.
Idiot's guide.

Repair must not be undertaken
by idiots.

Explain...Mouri.

Explain Atropos.

And set context for repair.

We are the Guardian Priests.

We maintain the Temple of Atropos
on the planet of Time.

All Time passes through the Mouri.

Must pass through the Mouri.

Before Atropos, Time ran wild.
To harness, the Mouri were assigned.

Assigned by who?
Information unavailable.

If the Mouri are broken, Time shall
run unstoppable.

Which is a problem, right?

Time is destruction.

The Mouri are control.

They must not break.

Time must not be unleashed.

You talk about Time as if it
was a force.

Time is evil.

And it will seek its own.

Human filth has been discovered
within the compound.

Commander Ritskaw requires
an execution troop,

immediate deployment.

Bring them here!

Place them in line.

I am Commander Ritskaw
of Sontaran Temporal Command.

Spying is treason against Sontar.

If you have any words,
now is the moment

to keep them to yourselves!

Soldiers, raise arms.

Execute!

Execution complete.

Our Temporal Offensive is near,
soldiers.

Sontar-Ha!

SOLDIERS: Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha!
Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha!

Enough! Stay alert for intruders.

We will execute all who defy us!

DEEP, BLARING KLAXON

Parlay.

SHOUTING

Let's be having you.

Take your hat off, mate!

On second thoughts, put it back on!

You have information regarding

the treacherous vermin known
as the Doctor.

You're talking to her.

What?

You deceived my soldier.

It wasn't difficult.
It is regrettable that our

Flux strategy did not foresee
your presence.

But we shall not falter.

You knew the Flux was coming?
So, what caused it?

Is it you lot? Are the Sontarans
behind the Flux?

The Flux is neither of our making
or our control.

But our Psychic Command foresaw it.

We timed our attack on this
feeble rock,

in the fractions before
the Lupari Shield took effect.

While we were all looking the other
way. You must be very proud.

This planet has defied us ever since

the great Commander Lynx
first staked his claim in

the ground of its feeble soil.

We now assert that claim!

Earth shall be an outpost of
the Sontaran Empire.

No, it won't.

But why here? Why Sebastopol?

The Crimean skirmish seems
the perfect place to start.

So much conflict.

So much opportunity.

And also...

..I wanted to ride a horse.

Leave this planet now

and you get to leave alive.

SKAAK LAUGHS DERISIVELY

Eurgh.

You think your puny words will
stand me down?

There will be no battle.

I speak on behalf of all
of humanity.

No, Doctor. You do not.

What are you doing?

This woman does not speak for
the British Army. We are ready.

I speak for more people than you
could possibly imagine.

Don't be a fool.

Call me that again, Doctor,
and see if you survive.

This is good sports.

Soldier, escort this doctress
back to the encampment.

Keep your weapon on her at
all times.

Don't do this. It's DONE!

Raise your arms above your head or
be shot as a traitor immediately.

Go!

You speak for no-one, Doctor.

Not even your pitiful self.

I accept your offer of a massacre.

Your blood shall soak our uniforms.

Your bodies shall soften our steps.

SHOUTING

HORSE WHINNIES

SHOUTING

Yes, it's as devastating as
you're imagining.

Be grateful you aren't there.

And I'm sorry.

Have a kip, it'll wear off
in six hours.

And you'll still be alive.

Options blocked off.

Time to recalibrate.

I'm filming this for you, Doctor.

They've turned Liverpool Docks
into some sort

of space shipyard.

I reckon I can get into one.

I remember this.

Passenger. We are three.

I'll lead.

Can you repair?
Yes. That's why we're here.

Unsure.

Come here, little thing.

I said come here.

Closer.

Identify.

Surplus of unauthorised
life form arrivals.

We're not the first here.

Identify!

I am Azure.

And I am your death.

SHE LAUGHS

Ah!

It's as you said.

More powerful than before.

Why the wait will be worth it.

Now, Atropos...

..where it all began.

And will all begin again.

Fire!

Retreat!

You're still here, on your watch.
Thank you.

Mary Seacole. What happened?

I couldn't stop them,
now soldiers are dying.

You're going to be very busy
by day's end. I'm sorry.

I noted everything.

It's deserted down there now.

Excellent work, Mrs Seacole.
And just as I thought.

Now, given their absence,

it would be churlish not to take
advantage, don't you think?

Come on.

Where are we going?

Half a league onward.

That one looks good, Mary.

Let's have a squiz inside.

They built all of this?

I mean, it's good.
But it's no British Hotel.

Here we are.

Double top. Get in!

I've snuck on board.

Haven't seen any of
the potatoheads yet.

I'm looking for the control centre
or whatever.

Ah, that's more like it.

Now, Mrs Seacole,

with your records,

and this data,

let's see what's really
going on.

Is it bad just to press things?

Hopefully, they won't self-destruct.

Or let everybody know that I'm here.

Dan! Dan!

Dan! Dan, it's me!

Doctor!

BOTH: Where are you?

Still in the Crimea.
I'm in Liverpool.

BOTH: Where's Yaz?
I don't know!

BOTH: You speak first.

How are you on a Sontaran ship?

I'm back home. They've took
over Liverpool Docks.

They're building spaceships,

hundreds of them,
all along the Mersey.

They're not just in the Crimea.

And they've got this obsession
with Japanese food.

I heard one of the big chief potato
heads talking about Tempura Command.

Tempura Offensive.

What's that all about?

Could it...? Could it have been
Temporal Command?

Temporal as in time?

Oh. Yeah. That makes more sense.

Hey, I've been filming everything,
if that helps.

Good lad! Very nice.

Hold your phone close to
the screens.

I can access the Sontaran
data banks,

plus everything that's on
your phone.

What, including me photos?

SHE GASPS

Of course. Temporal Offensive.

They're just about to launch

a huge wave of attacks
throughout time.

They've been building Timeships,

so they can invade Earth's history.

And the Crimea is the pilot scheme.

Earth will become
a Sontaran outpost

from the dawn of time.

The whole history, erased.

Well, you better make sure
you stop it.

Is that Mary Seacole? Hey, Mary.

Oh. Hello, dear.
I don't understand any of this.

We have to get the Sontarans out
of the Crimea.

But the rest is on you, Dan.

I was worried you were going to
say that.

The first wave of ships in

the Sontaran Temporal Offensive
are about to launch.

You have to stop those
ships leaving.

How am I supposed to do that?

What resources do you have?

A wok.

I'm sorry, what?

Why have you got a wok?

It's me Mam's. For hitting them on
the probic thingy.

Tracing rogue transmissions.

Who is using this frequency?

Dan, get out of there now!

What about the plan? And execute
all rogue transmitters...

Doctor!

Good luck, Dan.

Right, Mrs Seacole. We both have
a lot of work to do.

Doctor!

Halt. Intruder.

All right, mate?
I'm a little bit lost.

I was just looking for
the Pier Head.

This is an Imperial Sontaran Time
Carrier.

Unauthorised human presence shall
result in immediate

and enjoyably violent execution.

I'm just a tourist. Ask your boss,
your commander, like.

There he is.

SONTARAN GRUNTS

How do you like that, eh?
Pan-fried Sontaran.

Now, I'm going to wok right out
of here!

All right, lads. I was just looking
for the Pier Head?

How can we fix something that
can't be touched?

I have no idea.

But we do.

You can stand aside now.

We understand exactly what's
needed here.

Can you repair?

Yes.

Sure. You got identification?

Very good, Yasmin Khan.

Does the Doctor know you're out
this late by yourself?

I don't think we've met before.

Such linear creatures.

And that message,

in pen, on the palm of your hand,
that no-one knows about.

WWTDD.

What Would The Doctor Do?

AZURE LAUGHS

How could you know that?

Why does she choose you?

Any of you?

So unremarkable.

Take your hands off me right now.

You heard her.

Commander Vinder. Shamed, disgraced
and rejected.

Were you hoping this could be
your redemption?

ECHOING LAUGHTER

Try me!

ECHOING LAUGHTER

Stop! Stop. It won't work.

Who are you?

I'm Azure.

This is Swarm.

Translations, but they'll do.

Now, unless you want to upset
Passenger here,

take five steps to your left.

The proximity.

They've been quantum
locked against us,

after last time.

It's a good thing you were here.

Stay there. You are not repair.

You are identified. You are
forbidden from the temple.

It was...

PRIEST TRIANGLE GROANS

You underestimated us,
you pathetic temporal hags.

Your deluded, pointless lives
have led you here.

Painful, powerless deaths.

Two already broken.

Shall I repair?

SCREAMING

Stop. You don't know what
you're doing!

Don't worry. I'm getting to you.

Spying is an act of treason
against Sontar.

Yeah, yeah, I've heard all this...

Troops, prepare for execution.

Ready, aim...

I don't think so.

I've still got a human in
this fight.

What?
ZAPPING

THEY GROAN

You're welcome.

Idiot.

So many wounded.

MOANING

We won't save them all.

All of the casualties were ours.

Soldiers pay the price
for their commanders' mistakes.

DOOR BANGS, CREAKS OPEN

They'll attack again at first light.

I don't know what to do.

Help me.

I'm going to need a pointy stick.

Sontarans.
Project - Crimean Eviction.

Right, pay attention, sit up,
back straight, hand on heads.

Actually, forget about
that last one.

So, here we go.

Sontarans need a rest cycle
of 7.5 minutes, every 27 hours,

as detailed by Mrs Seacole
in her observations here

and at the Sontaran encampment.

During said rest cycle,

they all go back into their ships.

Why? Um...

I'll tell you why.

Because they cannot cope
with Earth's atmosphere

over an extended period.

That's why they wear
the protective armoured suits!

The suits filter out
harmful Earth gases

and substitute them with chemicals
and nutrients

from their home planet.

But the suits only have
a limited capacity.

They have to be refilled.

From their ships!

Gold star and a sticker
for Mrs Seacole.

Keep up, Lieutenant General.

The ships aren't just transport.

They hold their supplies.

So, for precisely 7.5 minutes,

every 27 hours, the Sontarans
top up their suits

by the probic vent
in the back of their necks,

resting and refuelling like cars
refilling their petrol tanks.

Oh, no, no, wait, forget that one.

Erm...like horses replenishing
their nose bags.

Right.

So, what we're going to do

is empty their ships
of those supplies,

forcing a retreat out of the Crimea

back to the 21st century

where my best person will be there
to deal with them.

Hopefully.

Did you just say 21st century?

Sssh! She's talking.

Now, if they're on the same
timetable every day,

which I bet they are,

in 38 minutes' time,

they will all enter their ships,
simultaneously.

While they're inside, we will have
exactly 7.5 minutes

to drain their supplies.

Might need some of your men to help.

SINISTER MUSIC PLAYS

Come on.

Ah.
SHE SIGHS

Right, remember what I taught you?

Divert this gas into this chamber...
GAS HISSES

..and it will render
their supply feed inert,

and harmless to humans.

Then rip off... Ugh!
GAS HISSES

..this, and let it all leak out
into the air.

Got it? Come on, General,

next ship, 6.9 minutes left.

GAS HISSING

ALARM BLARES, HE COUGHS

What is happening?

BEEPING

Supply levels dwindling
to critical across the fleet.

BEEPING

Unable to refill armour.

ALARM BLARES, DEVICE CRACKLES

HE SCREAMS

METAL CLANGS, GUARD THUDS

What is that useless weapon
you've got?

It's a wok.

You look ridiculous.

Says the bloke with the floppy ears.

What are you doing here?

We're still species-bonded.

Clearly, you're so inept,
you can't be on your own.

BEEPING AND WHIRRING
And also,

this is partially our fault.

The Sontaran attack force
snuck through in the second

before we sealed the shield.

It's our responsibility.

Well, my responsibility,

because I got the blame.

As usual. Listen,

they're about to launch time ships
into Earth's history.

I know. I've got a plan.

What do you mean you know?

I intercepted the transmissions.

And it's not your plan,

so don't pretend you're clever.
All right, keep your fur on.

BLASTING AND RUMBLING

ALARM BLARES
What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?
I'm taking off.

What?

Argh!

I understand you're having a problem
with your supplies, Commander.

Sabotage!

I warned you this planet
was protected. Now, retreat.

That word shall never pass my lips.

We shall make
a strategic withdrawal.

But we shall return.

Not while I'm around.

Now, hit the road, Skaak.

HE GROWLS

ALARM BLARES
What's your plan?

Some clever sciencey-spacey thing
I won't understand?

We're going to ram them. What?

RUMBLING

We'll use this ship
as a battering ram

to hit all of the others, creating
a massive temporal reaction.

Takes the ships,
and all the Sontarans on Earth

out of existence.

Huge temporal bang.

Yeah, but we're on this ship!

There's an escape pod
down the corridor, you fool.

Come on. We're out of here.
BEEPING

LASERS ZAP

Well, that was a great plan.

Why did I have to get YOU
to protect?

WEAPON WHIRS, ZAPS

You could've killed me!
What are you doing?

Get down there. Hurry up.

Aaaargh!
This thing's about to crash.

Aaaaaaaaaargh!

HE HOWLS

This is Commander Riskaw. The fleet
is under attack from insurgents.

SHIPS CRASH, SMASH AND EXPLODE

SHIP BLASTS

Oh, my. It worked. They're leaving.

With no further blood shed.

I must disabuse you of that.

What have you done?

I recommend you run.

Run, Doctor. Run!

Ah! This is for my men.

EXPLOSION

EXPLOSION, SCREAMING

They were retreating!
SHE PANTS

It was done.

That was for the men I lost today.

For your guilt you mean.

Sometimes men like you make me
wonder why I bother with humanity.

I...I am grateful that you do.

Whoever you are, Doctor.

I have to go and find my friends.

I hope we meet again,

Mrs Seacole.

Where are you going?

RAIN PATTERS

I'm here.

What is this thing happening to you?

HE PANTS

What was in that tube?

It was the waste tube.

You're kidding me?

Ugh!

They're gone.

It's all gone.

Temporal implosion.

You're welcome.

Oh, here she comes,
now the hard work's been done.

You made it back.

And you got rid of the Sontarans.

It was pretty easy, really.

I worked it all out by myself,

until Scooby-Doo here tried
to take all the credit.

I need your people
to stay protecting this planet

while I'm away.

I have to find my friend.

Want to come?

OK.

I'm not done with you yet.

If you're going out
into the universe,

you'd better understand,
it's in a bad way.

The Lupari will stay,
shielding the planet,

until this is over.

If it is ever over.

I hope I never see you again.

Feeling's mutual.

HE SIGHS

Whoa! That should not be growing
out of the floor.

These things new?

Yeah.

They weren't here a second ago.

Something's corrupted the TARDIS.

Argh! Argh!

WHIRRING, JUDDERING

Did you just do that? No.

Argh! Ah.

Argh! I can't make it work?

We're being hijacked.

WHIRRING, JUDDERING

DEVICE BEEPS

Where are we?

I don't know.

But the spatial-temporal readings
are at zero, which is impossible.

This way.

I mean, this is obviously a trap.

And we're going to walk into it,
are we?

I have to find Yaz.

Stay close to me,
do exactly as I say.

Ah, Doctor. At last.

Come. It's been a long time.

I have something of yours.

Come, further.

Who are they?

These are the Mouri, Doctor.

The remnants of them at least.

The Mouri.

In the Temple of Atropos

on the planet Time.

There is no planet called Time.

Yet here we are.

The Temple of Atropos is broken.

And the Mouri are failing.

Creatures who hold time
in this universe together, broken.

Time is beginning to run wild.

Could really harm the TARDIS.

So, I made a short-term repair.

Yaz! Doctor, don't come near.

I've seen what he can do.

She's right.

Try to rescue them,
and we'll reduce them to ash.

Her and her new friend.

Will you count? Yes.

Five...

What have you done to them?
It's what I'm about to do, Doctor.

..four...

Poor placeholders.

Hardly equipped to be Mouri,
are they?

..three...

When I click my fingers,

the full force of Time
will blast through them.

How many seconds will their bodies
be able to take,

before they die, Doctor?

..two...

Stop.

You don't have to do this.

Tell me what you want.

..one.

All in good time.

On my command.

Argh! Argh!

ZAPPING

Time is beginning to run wild.