All language subtitles for Doctor Who - 2005 s13e03.Flux Chapter Three - Once, Upon Time.eng

What in the name of the saints?

But what is it you're saving them from?

- The Flux.
- What's the Flux?

This is Serving Commander
Inston-Vee Vinder, leaving his post.

Five!

So, are we still on
for Halloween drinks?

- Eight o'clock.
- Don't keep me waiting, you.

Diane? Come on in.

Four!

- Hello, again, Doctor.
- Who are you?

Three!

Explain Mouri. Explain Atropos.

Before Atropos, time ran wild.

All time passes through the Mouri.

If the Mouri are broken,
time shall run unstoppable.

Two!

The Temple of Atropos is broken.

You know how to fix this?

So, I made a short-term repair.

Yaz!

Tell me what you want.

- One!
- All in good time.

_

What I learned in the immediate
aftermath of the Flux

seems obvious now.

But it's only obvious
once you've lived it.

The biggest changes
to our lives start small.

Catastrophes creep in quietly.

And by the time you realise,

the life you once had
is already behind you.

The Dalek Sector is growing.

I thought I'd made it out
but they just keep spreading

because since what some people keep
calling 'The Beginning of the End',

who is there left to stop them?

Of course, I call it the 'Dalek Sector'.

I don't know for certain.
But it helps me understand.

Because the maps definitely
don't make any sense anymore.

Or the days.

Everything is... disrupted.

But this isn't about Daleks.

For once, they're not what worries me.

At least we understand them.

You and me, my love, we fought them.

It's the other things.

Whatever they are.

Appearing from nowhere,
feasting on the wreckage,

coming for the survivors of the Flux.

I must admit, some days, I feel like

they want to stop me
from getting to you.

But nothing is gonna stop me
from getting to you.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

I spend my life walking into new
places and weighing things up fast,

who's who, who has the power,

who's in danger,
how fast danger is coming.

Also, how likely my friends are to die.

I've got good at figuring
all that out at speed.

- ... they die, Doctor.
- Right now...

- Three!
- ... big danger, no obvious solutions.

Well, one solution. One massive risk.

You don't mess with time.

You don't put yourself and your
friends in the midst of a time storm

unless there's no alternative.

John Burroughs once said to me,
"Leap and the net will appear".

He was talking metaphorically,
whereas, right now...

Whoa!

Aah! Aaagh!

Ah! Ah...

I'm sorry.

I had to buy us time. Literally.

We're in the heart of a time storm.

Sheltering in broken time while...

No! Yaz!

Dan!

Time is pulling you back!
I'm coming to get you!

No!

How did you get in here?

Broken and disrupted time.

Everything is corrupted.

Have to rescue them.

No...

Not me as well. I have too much to do...

Aaah...

What's the update, boss?

Tribunal monument is down.

Only the central temple left.
Where are the hostages?

We don't know. No traces.

The only information we have is
five passenger forms in main temple.

- Where are we on aerial?
- Aerial shelling now complete.

Should have weakened primary
defences to give us a way in.

Just give the word.

Enough equipment remaining
to breach the entrance?

You said come prepared.

We also have temporal erasure options,

should we require them.

Where is this?

Why are you... ?

What are you wearing?!

- Temporal haze.
- Happens to the best of us.

When is this?

Ow!

What did you do that for?!

She loves doin' that.

She so loves doin' that.

I do love doin' that. Should
block the temporal hazing.

You back with us?

We need to get this job done
and end the siege of Atropos.

Atropos.

That's where I found you.

Tell psyops to alert the Mouris
again, they should be on stand-by.

And tell the fleet to ramp up
second wave of aerial shelling.

We all know why we're here.

To rescue those hostages, end the siege,

reset time so the universe
can function again.

The only way in is through the front,

risking our lives to save others.

The usual.

On my command.

The universe is relying on us.

What you doin' here?

I seem to have two coffees

and one of them's a skinny latte
with an extra shot.

Weird. That's the way I have it.

Is it?

That's lucky.

You all right?

Yeah, sorry.

Lost me bearings.

So, how was your date?

It wasn't a date.

Well, it's always your thing,
"That wasn't a date".

I fell asleep in front of him.

I thought you were going for a pizza?

I fell asleep in me pizza
in front of him.

No!

He was so borin'.

I woke up with him pickin'
bits of mozzarella off me cheek

and asking the waiter
to call an ambulance.

I had to lie and tell him
I was narcoleptic.

I mean, I obviously am
in reaction to him.

- Am I borin' you?
- No.

Just, I thought I saw...

Doesn't matter.

Why aren't you married?

You're taking no prisoners
tonight, are ya?

You're not a kid and you're not
the ugliest fella in this city,

so... what's wrong with ya?

Why aren't you married with triplets?

Nearly happened once.

15 years ago. I lost count now.

I was engaged to get married.

Two days before, she changed her mind.

Ouch.

Said she'd been
thinking about it properly,

couldn't bear spending
the rest of her life with me,

so... thought she could do better.

- God, brutal.
- Ah, that's life, innit?

Nobody gets by without some bruises.

God, I loved her.

When is this?

What?

Did we move? Have we, uh... ?

Have we done this before?

Why am I here?

I was waitin'. You didn't come.

Where were you, Dan?

Where were you, Dan?

- Found you!
- Doctor, what are you doin'?

I can't hold onto everything!

Uh...

But if you go three doors down,
they've got 'em half the price.

So, I was like, "Have you seen
what they're charging there?"

And they were like, "No, we don't care".

So, I said, "Why would I buy
them here, for this price,

when they're half-price
three doors down".

And she said, and she was so snotty,
"It's up to you, isn't it?"

And I said, "Yes, it is". I've never
stepped foot in that shop since.

I mean, who's losin' out?

It's not even like I'm that
bothered about satsumas.

Doctor?

You all right?

Yeah.

What is that?

Oh, you've got a bit of salad dressing.

Yaz?

Trying to break through
to your time stream

but there's a barrier, like
something's... trying to keep me out.

There we are. All gone now.

Qualified highest in all streams.

Exceptional Honours Award.

And a commendation for saving
the lives of three colleagues

on your most recent mission.

Any pilot would have done the same.

No. Because They didn't.

You were the only one
to fly into the blaze.

Your training craft
received fatal damage.

You were lucky to escape with your life.

Well, yes and no.

Yes, the damage to the craft was... bad.

No, I don't believe I was lucky.

I made a judgement call and it came off.

That's what we train for.

I remember this.

But it wasn't you. You weren't here.

Commander?

Yes. Sorry.

No record of post-traumatic
psycho-disturbance.

Well, I've taken all offers
of counselling and term-coming.

- No problems.
- Don't mind me.

I'll try not to be distracting.

Let me just...

Did you... ?

Did I... what?

Nothing.

You do realise this is
a prestigious posting,

with the highest level
of security clearance.

I understand.

You'll be permanently
at the side of the Grand Serpent.

It will be arduous.

The Grand Serpent is...

- ... demanding.
- Yes.

Absolute discretion and absolute
fidelity are the minimum expected.

- I understand.
- Don't make me regret this.

Meaning... ?

The posting is yours.

Thank you, sir. It's an honour.

It is. Make sure you remember that.

Do not let the Grand Serpent down.

Blow the doors in.

I've got about 11 nitros
of reducer left.

We use it when the doors go.

Keeps us at normal speed but slows
down the rest of the environment.

But we've got to make the most of it.

Our entire focus is...
locate the Ravagers.

Oh, wow. Super-size Mouri.

Wait. Where was I?
That wasn't my time stream.

And why were Dan, Yaz
and that lad there?

You have put yourself
at risk in here, Doctor.

Time is playing games with you all.

You understand what I'm trying to do
by throwing myself in here.

The pressure of the time storm
will be too much, even for you.

I will not let them die.

I can do this.

I can absorb it.

Help me with it and I can help you.

Time resists. It is pulling you back.

Aaagh!

Listen up, Ravagers.

You are intruders
in the Temple of Atropos.

The temple is surrounded.

There's no way out of here
and no way off this planet.

We've come to reclaim what you took.

You do not belong here...

... so you might as well surrender

to save matters getting too unpleasnant.

I know you can hear me.

Tell your remaining troops
to surrender now

or they'll have me to answer to.

Who the hell are you?

And what are you doin' in my reflection?

What are you doin' here?

Is this the Atropos defence systems?

I'm you, which means...

... this is my past.

I'm in a memory.

What do you mean you're me?
Nah. I don't think so.

I'm your future.

I threw myself into a time storm
here, in the future,

to protect myself and my friends,

but it threw me down
into my own time stream

in the middle of a memory
that I've lost,

and I'm... I'm losing control of it all.

No time to admire yourself, boss.

Bit of praise for the effective
reducer wouldn't go amiss.

Yeah, you're pretty smart for a dog.

- What?! Langauage.
- What did you call him?

Tell me who are, all of you!

If this temporal hazing gets any worse,

we'll have to relieve her of command.

We can't risk the mission.

We're your team.

My team.

You talk to her. We'll cover.

It's all right, boss.
We undersand the pressure.

Final push.

We do this, you're clear.

- Clear?
- They promised. They'll stick to it.

Final attack, we take the chamber,

we take the planet,
you'll be free of all this.

- That's the point, isn't it?
- If you say so.

Why don't I know?

Why don't I remember how this ends?

If you've thrown yourself
into a time storm,

and that storm's thrown you in here,

you might never get back.

But my friends will die,
submerged in their own time stream.

Then you've got a lot to figure out.

Why am I not on the front with... ?

Begone!

Don't shoot!

Why are you dallying here?

I'm not dallying. I'm trying to get out!

Last I knew, I was somewhere
else and now I'm not... again!

- Why do you disobey the task?
- What task?!

Back, vile demons!

I'll smite you all!

Now, what is this?!

Has your mind deserted you?

Are you now a fool?!

It's really beginning to feel that way.

- So, where have you come from?
- Well... Mason Street, clearly.

Mason Street, Edge Hill?

Well, of course Edge Hill! Where else!

That's right by where I live.

Are we near there now?

No, sir!

Very far!

Very, very far! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

Ha...

Shh!

Is that what you were firing at?

No.

Those mites, I've seen them
remove people and objects

from this mortal plane.

Wait, wait! They return!

Right, stay put.
Don't move. I'm coming in.

Quantum disruption, not exactly helping.

But you should be safe
from those particles here.

I'm trying to hide you but you keep

fidgeting out of your time stream.

I'm over here! Hang on.
Pushing through. Wait...

It's not me, the world keeps moving.

I'm hiding you here,
in your own time stream,

while I try and get
the Mouri into place.

But it's hard. I mean,
borderline impossible!

Time is breaking,
hunting down anomalies,

which means there's a problem,
another problem, a lot of problems.

Not that I want to worry you,
'cause I don't,

but I have, so, sorry.

I'll fix this.

Just don't disappear...

_

Good news, I found a ship.

One lone ship,
the last relic of the Lupari,

who seem to have just vanished
from their own galaxy.

Do you think the Flux got them too?

Anyway, we got out of the
space port before it blew up,

made it through the outer barriers
of the Dalek Sector

without being exterminated... just.

There are bodies and
wreckage everywhere.

It feels like the last days
of the universe.

And here I am, still doing
what I do best, piloting a ship.

Only, now, I'm watching planets crumble

and space lanes fill with debris.

Who'd have thought that one thing
could do so much damage.

And any time I think we've
found a brief sanctuary,

well, life proves me wrong.

Because, apparently,
this is the Cyber Sector now,

Cyber armies ransacking what's left,
converting the few who remain.

And in the dark moments, I think,

... "The bad guys won".

But I know what you'd say,

"Challenges are temporary.
Life is constant.

"Don't overthink it. Just move forward".

And I can still hear you
telling me that.

So, I am. We are.

Me and Tigme, moving forward...

... hoping that you're right,

hoping we'll see you soon.

And I'm ignoring the creature
in a bar who told me,

"Atropos is falling,
the Mouri are compromised

and time is beginning to run wild",

because if the Flux is eroding space
and time is breaking down,

then what hope do we ever have
of finding each other again?

Take in that view.

You know who would never get in here?

Fray Sampor.

'Cause... they don't let losers in.

You have two tasks
as guardian of the Grand Serpent.

Protect me

and record the meeting so there's no...

... misunderstandings later.

Our guests today come seeking a deal.

The Alphoria want an alliance

where we shelter them
under our security protocols.

In return,

they provide our population
with food, safety,

for generations to come.

Everybody wins.

What did you say?

I mean, I can see...

... that there are benefits
for both sides.

Oh?

You can see that?

You understand this.

Uh, Supremacy, I didn't mean...

You want my seat?

Do you want to be me?

Hmm?

I was only expressing solidarity,
Supremacy. My apologies.

Well, I don't need solidarity
from a grunt.

What I need is for you to be silent
and do as you're ordered.

Understood.

They've docked.

Be ready.

I don't want to re-live this.

I don't want to re-live this.

Yaz?

Again, what are you doing here?

Come on, you're so bad at this.

I don't even like playing videogames.

Nobody calls them videogames.

Whatever you want to call them,
I'm not good at them.

But you're helping me 'cause...
this lad ain't gonna look at me

if I don't know my way
around the controller.

I'm gonna learn to be ace at this,

and the next time I'm in a room
with him, he's gonna look at me

and think, "Who's the sexy girl
with the nimble fingers?"

No human being is ever gonna
look at you and think those words.

All right, I'm super freaking out now.

To save you and that lad on Atropos,
who I've not even met yet,

from being overwhelmed by time,

I took it upon myself

to jump into one of
the burned-out Mouri's places,

to divert you from having
to absorb the time force.

But if time would have overwhelmed
me, what's it gonna do to you?

Yeah, well, I've got
a bit more practice,

not to mention
an entirely different biology.

Me and the Mouri are connected.

We're hiding you, all of you,
in your own time streams,

in your own memories,
past, present or even future.

What you lookin' at me like that for?

Oh, sorry. I'm split across multiple
events, multiple time streams.

I can't be constant. Multiple crises.

I'm still trying to work out the plan.

You're camouflaged here
because this is where you belong.

The best place to hide you all
is in your own lives.

Except it's not. These things
haven't happened to me.

This isn't my house.
The details are wrong.

Yes, I think there's something
wrong with your time stream.

Yaz?

Don't blink.

There are Angels
disrupting your time stream.

It's stalking me.

- Aah!
- What is it?!

Quit the game!

_

Has that worked?

You have to keep your eyes on it.

If the Angel gets you,
it will propel you back in time.

I won't know where you are.

You could be lost forever
and I won't be able to find you.

- Yaz.
- Yeah?

I'm being pulled away!

Do you want me to be single forever?

No.

Come on, Doctor.
You're in here for a reason.

Fix the future. Fix Atropos.
Protect Yaz and that lad.

Aah! I'm being pulled away again.

Dragged back to Atropos in the past.

Of course you've made
yourselves thrones.

You've no shame.

Only pride.

You should know that by now.

Surrender now and your sentences
will be merciful.

Banishment.

Or execution.

Surrender? To the four of you?

Don't underestimate me.

It's a difficult moral high
ground you occupy.

"If you don't stop killing
things, we'll kill you"?

If there's further death or bloodshed,

your punishments will be worse.

Erasure of identity.

Isolation prison terms

for the infinite duration
of the universe.

Working for the Division
must be so compromising.

You've already lost. I'm just
trying to reason with you.

How can we have lost,

with so many hostages?

You understand what Passenger is?

The Passenger is a long-forbidden form.

Barred from this dimension
for good reason.

A thing of beauty.

A holding entity,

able to store what
it has captured within.

A living prison...

... with endless capacity.

Hundreds of thousands of life forms

locked away within each Passenger.

Five Passengers.

Millions of lives.

Kept a list, have you?

Kept the numbers?

Ha-ha-ha...

One Passenger destroyed.

We need the Mouri now.

I'm trying.

You think we would cower
before the Division

when we have taken control
of its dirty secret?

A planet... called... Time.

Thinking this could bring
the Dark Times to an end.

Time is not controllable, Doctor.

It will not do as other beings bid.

It will.

It must.

Here we are, still engaged

in the founding conflict.

There is no greater battle than this,

the battle between time... and space.

And time shall not lose.

Time shall never surrender to space.

No planetary mass,
however sophisticated,

can imprison the force of time.

This planet, this construction,

is not just a fallacy,
not just futile hubris.

It is heresy.

And see how many lives it has cost.

Keep away from it!

That's a second.

- It's a massacre in there.
- We can't let her lose any more.

The Mouri are ready.
The Mouri are connected.

Oh.

Is that Passenger
meant to glow like that?

The Mouri.

Tell me you did not bring them here.

- You were warned.
- They shall not have this!

You know the thing
about a Passenger form,

you'd better be sure
you know where they've been

or everything that's held inside them,

maybe even hidden...

... ready to be summoned.

'Cause that one's ours.

Infiltrated your temple,
substituited for one of yours,

inside, waiting for my command.

Out you come, Mouri. This is your time.

No! The Mouri must
not be allowed in here!

They are banished!
Time is not their prisoner!

Stasis fields, now.

We shall not be contained!

Get them transported out of here. Now.

Mission accomplished, boss.

Yaz.

Need your help. You and me, together.

We saved my friends in the future

by replicating
what happened in the past.

Same problem. Same solution.

Embed yourselves in the temple,
as you did before.

The Passenger is there.

We need four of you
to replace the burned-out Mouri.

Let four be waiting.

You have to do this or time
will fracture across all of space.

Please!

Come on.

Come on, make hyper for me.

Whoa!

Ah!

I've missed that rush.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How you doing, Tigme? Huh?

Slightly elevated.

But that's to be expected, right?

Right.

I'm hoping that now,
the charts are up to date.

They are but they're not good.

Dalek Empire expanding over here.

The Sontaran Sector spread over here.

And us, exiting the Cyber Zone
as fast as we can.

Wait, what's that?

Maybe we got out or...

I guess not.

Convert organic life form.

Right.

Convert this.

Aagh!

How many Cybermen
in this part of the galaxy?

7,000,314,409.

I like our odds, Tigme.

So, what is happening to time?

I mean, I get what happened
with the Flux

but something has started
affecting time.

Correct. Flux event
affected the planet Time.

Temporal centre cannot... hold...

I don't know what any of that means.
But it doesn't sound good.

Okay, so, what is the strategic aim
of the Cyber race, post-Flux?

Secure territorial advance.

Convert all organic
life forms remaining.

- And then what?
- We shall command. We shall rule.

Over what? There is
barely anything left.

The universe is disappearing.

All that is left shall be ours.
The Cyber victory shall be ultimate.

It shall be hollow. Pointless.

So, you guys, Daleks and Sontarans
are all fighting for the spoils,

as if nothing has changed.

In the end, it'll come down
to you fighting each other,

wiping each other out.

Actually...

... that's quite a good thing.

What is your mission?

What?

What is your... mission?

I am one person
out in the broken universe.

My mission doesn't impinge on you.

I must record.

Fine.

Just put...

... love.

Incorrect.

What?

Love is not a mission.
Love is an emotion.

Emotions are not missions.

And that's why you're dead
on the floor, and I put you there.

- Aaagh...
- Love is the only mission.

Idiot.

Right?

I'm gonna get us to where we need to be

and who we need to be with.

That's my promise to you.

Thank you, my valued Alphorian friends.

Well, it looks like we've
come to an agreement.

On one condition.

You can stop the recording now, Vinder.

Supremacy, I'm duty-bound to...

Shut... it off.

Was my order unclear?

Stopping recording, sir.

Now, you're sheltering
a number of dissidents

on Alphorus Extant.

I'm gonna give you a list
of nine people.

Five of them are to be returned
to us to face justice.

They must face the consequences
for their treasonous actions.

The other four...

The other four are family members

of my dear opponent
and vocal critic, Fray Sampor.

They need to have an accident.

Now, it's important they're
involved in an unexpected tragedy.

A natural disaster.

Landslide. Hunting accident. You decide.

You don't need to tell me.

But they have to die.

And those are my final conditions.

And you want to make this official.

They're dead. You saw the reports.

An accident on the lunar range.

You want to report that
the Grand Serpent is responsible.

It was his condition for the alliance.

There's no evidence on the recording.

No. He asked me to stop the recording.

What do you want to achieve here,
Commander Vinder?

He needs to be held to account.

You understand this report
will reach him if filed?

There are processes, though, right?

Other people see it. There
are whistleblower protocols.

Established by the Grand Serpent.

Have you spoken to your family
about any of this?

No. You're the first,
as my commanding officer.

I took an oath.

I swore my loyalty to our constitution,

not to any one person.

Something bigger. More important.

So... here's a choice.

I can submit this.

Or I can not submit this.

Don't make me re-live this bit.

People need to know the truth.

Submit it.

Sit... down, Commander!

Hi. It's me.

I won't be coming back off tour
when I expected.

It may be a lot longer
before I see you again.

I don't want you to worry, but...

... there was an incident.

I was... immediately reposted.

I can't say any more because...

I'm sorry.

I was doing the right thing.

I'm permitted one message.
I hope it gets to you.

I love you.

Time's correcting.
I'll file the report for Division.

I've seen that before.

Oi!

You know the rules.

Don't touch what you can't afford.

We know each other.

Temporal haze
is getting to the boss again.

Time to move.

Bring the Passengers.

We'll extract the hostages
back onboard the ship.

We have done as you asked, Doctor.

We have returned four Mouri
to your time.

Now you must return.

You must not linger
in your own time stream.

Not yet. Not just yet!

The force of time will break you.

But this is my only chance
to find out more.

- No.
- Who I was! Who I am!

It's all in here, if I can just find it.

Your body is breaking, Doctor.
We can sense it.

You must leave.

One more memory.

One more piece of my past.

Let me have something. Some explanation!

You will die in here.

Just give me something!

Give me the end. Give me
the end of what I was in!

- No.
- You can't force me out!

- Stop fighting now, Doctor.
- Who are you?

Where am I?

You think you can navigate
all those time streams

without anyone noticing?

You're fighting a lost cause.
You need to stop.

- Lost causes are my speciality.
- Not this time.

There'll be no glory
awaiting you on this one.

Well, you seem to think
you're very well-informed.

I'm telling you, the damage
to time is already done.

As intended.

- Intended?
- Mm.

The Flux event was spatial,

but it was possible
it wouldn't be enough.

The Ravagers, Swarm and Azure,
are rare and useful creatures.

Now, they have been re-introduced.

Think of them... as a temporal
poison or contagion.

I'm sorry, I'm normally very good
at keeping up with things,

but you lost me quite early on.

Where are we? And how do you
know me and I don't know you?

Always the wrong questions.
This universe is over, Doctor. Hmm?

And you get to call it, do you?

Everything has its time. Nothing's
forever. Nothing is certain.

Not you, and not this universe
you seem to love so much.

This universe is home to
innumerable species and life forms.

Don't lecture me, Doctor. Not when
you should look to yourself.

The Flux wasn't an accident.

It wasn't a naturally occurring event.

It was made. It was placed.

- What?
- Because of you.

What are you talking about?

All is ending.

And don't come looking for this.

You can go.

I will not go!

No! Pull me back! Pull me back!

I want to go back in there!
I have to get back in!

- Doctor, it's okay.
- It's not okay!

Not for me! You don't
understand anything!

All right.

I had a chance while it was broken!

Well, it's not now.

- The Mouri, they're all back.
- You saved our lives.

Well done, Doctor.

Did you have fun in there,
discovering the past you've lost?

You may have forgotten, but we did not.

We brought you here,
knowing what you would do.

This is only the beginning!

Ah...

I've seen this stuff before.

Particles of the time force.

Tiny fragments of temporal destruction,

which will erode whatever they touch.

You may have repaired, but time
was unleashed for long enough.

The damage is done.

And if the Flux wrecks space...

... then we have disrupted
the flow of time, however briefly.

No, you haven't. And we're
gonna stop you. Right?

Right, Doctor?

Dan Lewis...

... we have something of yours.

You're not the only one who can
hide things in Passenger, Doctor.

- Where am I now?
- Di...

Dan! I... I can't get to you!

What happened to you?
What are you doin' here?

- Stay there, Dan.
- I've got to get to her.

- You can't. You mustn't.
- Of course I can. Get off me!

Do as you're told! You have no idea
what you're dealing with! I do!

Stay there!

I'll help you get her back. Promise.

No, she's our toy now.

What do you want?

To reign in Hell.

Sorry. What is this?

Stick your head in.

Go on.

What?!

Is this a TARDIS?

It is, isn't it?

I didn't even think these were real.

Wait.

This can get me home.
After all this time.

Can I pilot it? Will you show me?

No! Get in!

Doctor, seriously,
we can't leave here without her.

She's not here, Dan.
But we'll get her back, I promise.

We'll get Vinder home,
we'll rescue Diane,

we'll find out who's behind the Flux

and what it's got to do with me.

Why would it have
anything to do with you?

Does everything have to be a discussion?

Go on.

In.

Did you repair?

Can you repair?

I really hope so.

I'm sorry.

I was doing the right thing.

I'm only permitted one message.

I hope it gets to you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Don't we, Tigme?

You know, we'll break it
if we watch it too many more times.

I wonder if he looks different.

We're coming, Vinder.

We waited, and now we're
looking and we're close.

We'll be there soon.

Me and your beautiful
as yet unborn child.

This is your home?

It was.

Looks like the Flux
ripped through here, too.

I can take you anywhere.

No. I have to find someone.

Hey? It's a lost cause.

No. I know she would have been here.

I need to find her.

Stay in touch.

Whenever you need us, press zero.
It's a direct line to us.

Be safe.

I'm back home.

I came looking for you.

But there's no home left.

The Flux took that, too.

But I'm not giving up.

I'll find you.

Whatever it takes.

Doctor!

- Why are you yelling?
- What's the matter?

- What's that?
- A Weeping Angel.

- Don't blink.
- Why not?

Keep your eyes on the Angel.

Stay behind me!

I think I... I think I just blinked!

It's at the controls!
Doctor, what's it doing?

The Angel has the TARDIS.

Can you state your name, please?

Claire Brown.

We're missing a little girl.

10 years old.

- Peggy!
- Peggy!

It's happening again.

Was that scarecrow there a minute ago?

Everyone in the village disappears.

21st of November, 1967.

Tonight.

Gerald? What's going on?

Gerald, no! Wait!

I'm not blinking!

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