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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're 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 will 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!

End of the universe.

But we're still here.

- Wherever here is.
- Doctor!

Yaz! Is Dan with you?

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 have
been thrown out.

Must have been.

Where are we?

- Is she always like this?
- Pretty much.

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 battle field,
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.

But who are you?
Where are you from?

I'm the Doctor.
This is Yaz, this is Dan.

Nice to meet you. We were
checking 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 are 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. Oriented!

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.

That would make you
Mary Seacole. Are you?
You are, aren't you?

Mrs Seacole to you.
Doctress to the fallen.

Everybody, shush.

- Listen.

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

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!

Sontar-Ha!
Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha!

Retail Subs
DvX3M

Oh!

Ah!

Are you response?
Can you repair?

- Can I what?
- Can you repair!?

- Wait, where am I?
- Can you repair? Respond!

I... 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.

PRIEST This was not foreseen.

Priest Triangles
are only guardians.
We maintain and serve.

The impact of the Flux event
was too great.

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 am 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 ya?

And those Sontaran things,
they're not part of history?

- Really?
- No. She should be here,
they shouldn't.

Could this be connected
to the Flux?

Is history being rewritten?

Dan, are you okay?

Are you seeing that?

Stay still, Dan.

What's happening to me?

Huh! 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!

Where's the door?
I need the door.

Over there, Commander!
A voice.

Another soldier
waiting to be obliterated.

Let me in!
I have to find them.

Spread out
and locate the human scum!

I'm home?

Jim! Jim, it's me, Dan!

Sorry about the house,
I can explain.

Jim!

Come on, Dad.
Pick up, will ya?

What?

No way.

- What the hell is that?
- SONTARAN
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.

'Cause it just keeps happening.

JOSEPH This is intolerable!

Hi, I'm Yaz.

How am I to cope?

- Cope with what, sir?
- Well, any of it.

All of it, just...
It insists on shifting.

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

From the start.
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.

Do you reckon it differently?

Very differently.

Oh!

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's to no avail,

if my experience holds true.

Ah, 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.

Oh, Mrs Seacole,
I helped myself to the rum,
er, 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.

Ha! 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'm at work.
- I know. I can smell the rum.

How long have they been here,
the Sontarans?

What, outside Sebastopol?

- No, on Earth.
- They've always been here.

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

Where are we? Britain there,
Jamaica here, still intact.

Er, Columbia 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.

Er, that word you used,
er, "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.

Time has been disrupted.

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

then the disruption
must be recent.

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

Oh, 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.

She here with you now 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 battlefields
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'd 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 medicine.

But my time and my skills,
those I give for free
to all comers.

Speaking of which,
come over here.

The General does not approve.

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 he 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 interrogations.

Where's your encampment?

- I assert my rights
to silence...
- Mmm.

Under section
Cyan K-Z Nine Slothback
of the Shadow Proclamation.

Oh, you do, do ya?

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

What sort of information?

- The Doctor.

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.

- Hhow can it have heard of...

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.

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.

MRS What are we doing?

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

but that means
you can take advantage.

Miladdo's got a message
for his General.

With any luck,
he's gonna 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.

MRS 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...

- 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.

Lasted three minutes.

Must have been
the Karvanista's ships.

So, come on,
where have you been?

It's a bit hard to explain.

Hey, 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.

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

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

Who found that out?

- Feller in Birkenhead.
- He was drunk with a mallet.

Birkenhead.

We've got to get rid of 'em.

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.

Hey, where you going?

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

Dad, this is our planet.
These are our docks.

What else are you gonna do?
Sit at home and complain?

It's what he normally does.

Oi, you! I'm not afraid
of a scrap.

I was Wallasey's...

Junior Boxing Champion, 1996.

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

Yeah, well,
I've had some experience

of dealing with aliens
these last few days.

You two, get back to
the house. I'm going in.

What, 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.

PRIEST Can you repair?

I don't know what you mean.

PRIEST
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.

PRIEST
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.

I don't wanna freak you out, but
there's something 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.

Oh.

Well,

I was hoping
it was gonna be a bit smaller.

Less abstract.

More like a washing machine.

So, these are what are broken?
Like a before and after.

That's not all.

Step back.

Proximity activation,
on all of them.

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?

PRIEST
Repair! You must repair!

I'm gonna need more information.

Take us through the basics.
Idiot's guide.

PRIEST
Repair must not be
undertaken by idiots.

Explain Mouri, explain Atropos,

and set context for repair.

PRIEST
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?

PRIEST Information unavailable.

If the Mouri are broken,
Time shall run unstoppable.

Which is a problem, right?

PRIEST Time is destruction.

The Mouri are controlled.
They must not break.

Time must not be unleashed.

You talk about Time
as if it was a force.

PRIEST Time's evil.
And it will seek its own.

Human filth
has been discovered
within the compound.

Commander Riskaw
requires an execution troop.

Immediate deployment.

Bring them here!

Place them in line.

I am Commander Riskaw
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!
- Sontar-Ha!

Sontar-Ha!
Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha!

Enough!
Stay alert for intruders.

We will execute all who defy us!

Parlay.

- Over here!

Let's be having you.

Take your hat off, mate.

Oh, 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 on 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.

Ugh.

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 sport!

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.

Yes, this is 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 unauthorized
lifeform arrivals.

We're not the first here.

Identify.

I am Azure.

And I am your death.

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!

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

- Mary Seacole.
- What happened?

I couldn't stop them.

Now the soldiers are dying.

You're gonna 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 potato heads 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.

It is bad to just press things?

Hopefully
they won't self-destruct.

Or let everyone know I'm here.

Dan! Dan!

Dan! Dan, it's me!

Doctor!

Where are you?

- Still in the Crimea!
- Back in Liverpool.

Where's Yaz?

I don't know.

You speak first.

How are you on a Sontaran ship?

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

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 chief
Potato Heads talking about
Tempura Command.

Tempura Offensive.

What's that all about?

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?

Of course.

Temporal Offensive.

They're just about to launch
a huge wave of attacks
throughout time.

They're building Time ships,
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?

Hi, Mary.

Hello there.

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 gonna 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 thingies.

Tracing rogue transmissions.

Who is using this frequency?

- Dan, get out of there, now!
- Disabling transmissions.

What about the plan?

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.

How'd you like that?
Pan-fried Sontaran!

Now I'm gonna 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.

- PRIEST
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.

That message, in pen,

on the palm of your hand
that no one knows about.

W-W-T-D-D.

What would the Doctor do?

How could you know that?

How 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?

Try me.

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.
- PRIEST
You are not repair!

You are identified!

You are forbidden
from the temple.

It was...

You underestimated us,
you pathetic temporal hags.

Your deluded, pointless lives
have led you here,

to painful, powerless deaths.

Two already broken.

Shall I repair?

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!

MALE I don't think so!

I've still got a human
in this fight.

You're welcome, idiot.

- MRS So many wounded.

We won't save them all.

All of the casualties were ours.

Soldiers pay the price for
their commanders' mistakes.

They'll
attack again at first light.

I don't know what to do.

Help me.

I'm gonna need a pointy stick.

Sontarans!
Crimean Eviction.

Pay attention, sit up,
back straight, hands on heads.

Actually, forget about
the 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?
- I...

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

via the probic vents
in the back of their necks,

resting and refuelling
like cars refilling
their petrol tanks.

- What...
- Wait, forget that one.

Um, 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?

Shh! She's talking!

Now, if they're all 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.

Ah!

Right. Remember what
I taught you.

- Divert this gas
into this chamber...

and it will render
the supply feed inert
and harmless to humans.

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

- Got it? Come on, General.

Next ship, 6.9 minutes left.

What is happening?

SONTARAN
Supply levels dwindling
to critical across the fleet.

Unable to refill armour.

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.

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 timeships
into Earth's history.

- I know.
- I've got a plan.

- What do you mean you know?
- I intercepted
the transmissions.

It's not your plan. So, don't
pretend you're clever.

Alright, keep your fur on!

- What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

- I'm taking off.
- What...

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.

What's your plan?

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

- We're gonna ram them.
- What?

We'll use this ship
as a battering ram

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

takes the ships and all
of the Sontarans on Earth
out of existence.

- Huge temporal bang.
- Yeah, but... but
we're on this ship!

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

Come on! We're out of here.

- That was a great plan!
- Why did I have to get you
to protect?

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

Get down there! Hurry up!

- This thing's about to crash!

Whoo!

This is Commander Riskaw,
the fleet is under attack
from insurgents!

It worked! They're leaving.

And with no further bloodshed.

I must disabuse you of that.

What have you done?

I recommend you run.

Run, Doctor! Run!

This is for my men!

They were retreating.

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.

MRS Where are you going?

I'm here.

What is this thing
happening to you?

What was in that tube?

It was a waste tube.

You're kidding me!

They've 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.

You wanna come?

Okay.

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.

That should not
be growing out the floor.

- Are these things new?
- Yeah.

They weren't here
a second ago. Something's
corrupting the TARDIS.

- Did you just do that?
- No.

I can't make it work.

We're being hijacked.

- Where are we?

I don't know.

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

This way.

I mean,
this is obviously a trap.

And we're walking 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 a 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 it.

You don't have to do this.
Tell me what you want.

One.

All in good time.

On my command.

Time is beginning to run wild.