All language subtitles for Doctor Who - 2005 s13e05.Flux Chapter Five - Survivors of the Flux.eng

We're stuck in 1901.

Jericho, wait!

They are an extraction squad.
For The Division.

Welcome to Pisano. What's left of it.

- Have you seen this guy?
- He might be at the next coalescence.

The next what?

I'm Azure. This is Swarm.

- Where am I now?
- Di.

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

This is my only chance
to find out who I am.

The Flux wasn't an accident.
It was made. It was placed.

Because of you.

The only thing Division wants
more than my Angel is you.

You are recalled.

No!

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

Is this what it's like to be you?

Is that what you've done?

Made me one of you?

Except you haven't.

What is it, then?

A demonstration of strength?

Say something.

Blinking.

Blinking.

Tough crowd.

What are you, then, prison guards?

We are conversion.

Conversion to what?

We are transport.

You've encased me in a Weeping Angel
form to transport me somewhere?

- Why?
- It amused us.

You fear us, Doctor. You always have.

Now your form is ours.

We have dominion over you.

You're a very smug statue.

What have you done with my friends?

Your friends are marooned
where we left them.

They are lost.

My friends are never lost.

Aaagh!

Oh... That pulley system needs work.

Yeah.

Hopefully, we're in the right place.

Let's see if we can match
anything to the sketch.

Be on the lookout for...

- Death traps.
- I was nearly a kebab!

Looking for an offering pot,
remember, both of us?

I hope he hasn't fallen asleep.

Whoa!

Aaagh!

- Good afternoon.
- He pulled the rope, didn't he?

That was the signal!

And you still haven't figured out

how to ballast the counterweight
pulley properly.

Almost. It's not entirely
in my wheelhouse.

Oh, this is spectacular!

Jericho, look.

I think I've got it.

Oh...

This is the one.

Oh, I'm... I'm still not sure
about taking it.

It's a discovery! It's our discovery!

Strictly speaking, it's theft.

If we take it, we have to bring it
back once we have it decoded.

And re-seal the ceiling.

Now, what was it again?

One tug.

- Ohhhh!
- Aaagh!

Hiya.

Have you got it?

I think so.

We are here.

Return to form.

Where, here?

Return to what?

Ood.

Please remain still while
quantum realignment stabilises.

Do not remove your conversion plate.

Oh!

Follow me. She is waiting.

Who is?

Hello. I'm the Doctor.

- I know.
- You.

I've met you.

You won't be told, will you?

It's a defining trait. Who are you?

And where are we?

This is Division, Doctor.

Welcome back.

If she can decipher those markings,

we should have a date when the world
is gonna be in terrible danger.

She's matching the symbols
to the ancient panels.

We should have a translation soon.

Basically, this pot could decipher

the exact day the world is gonna end.

We've been in this decade
for three years now.

Do you think we'll ever get back?

I find myself marooned
a decade before I was born,

in a century where I have
a little too much knowledge

of the atrocities to come.

We've got a task.
We have to stick to it.

Can anyone else smell burning?

Now you come to mention it.

- Get her out of here now!
- Everyone, get back!

Out this way. Away from
the imminent explosion.

- That's gonna have to do.
- Yaz, get out here!

If it wasn't for
your quick thinking, Miss Khan,

we could have all perished
in that blast.

But who would want to kill us?

How do they even know about us?

We're simply trying to derive
a date from a pot.

We have a partial date.

December 5th. But no year.

Just one moment!

- Seriously?
- Yes!

- Every time?
- Yes!

Why do I have to be the stowaway?

- Shut up!
- Can't we take turns?

Just...

Come in!

- Are you new?
- Came aboard for this leg, ma'am.

One lump or two, sir?

One please.

Ohh!

Aagh!

Sit on his legs!

You can't fight the future!

Who sent you?!
Why are you following us?!

Answer the question or I'll...

... bite your toes.

You're not getting away.

No! No!

No.

Poison capsule, lodged in his tooth.

Self-sacrifice, eh?

Jolly good thing, too.

I was just about to bop him
with his own teapot.

Now we have an additional conundrum.

We appear to have a dead
waiter in our cabin.

What if someone walks in?

- Roll him under the bed for now.
- Hang on.

Under the bed's where I sleep.

Then, come nightfall, when it's
quiet, shove his body overboard.

What?

You seem remarkably
proficient at this, Ms Khan.

There's no use being squeamish.
We've got the future to save.

Shot!

Yes, not making a bad fist
of it for your first time.

So, how long did you say
you'd been in the area?

Not long at all, sir.

Back from a prolonged period
of service elsewhere.

You'll... forgive me
if I don't say where.

Of course, yes, yes. No need to explain.

So, uh, what's your field
of expertise, Prentis?

Can you say? Entre nous.

Uh, I fear I may strain
your credulity, sir.

I specialise in threats

that may originate
from beyond this Earth.

Sightings and events
classed as... incredible.

- Really?
- Now, I realise that you,

as an experienced and
much decorated officer,

may find that a... dubious occupation.

No, no, no, no, no.

Well...

This is quite fortuitous.

In... in what way, sir?

Well... my new posting.

I've been tasked with setting up
the British end of a new task force

funded by the United Nations,

dealing with threats from...

... well, beyond our understanding.

Good Lord.

- What an extraordinary coincidence.
- Isn't it?

Although, if I may say,
such a task force is long overdue.

Do you think so?

Yes, I must admit, I'm a little at sea.

It's not my area of expertise.

See, I'm a military man.
This is... beyond our normal ken.

I mean, where does one start?

You wouldn't be interested in

running an eye over
what we're planning, would you?

It has to be good.

World leading.

Well, I would be honoured to give
you any assistance you need, sir.

But only if you're sure.

Sure? It's a relief.

This is my good fortune.

An incredible stroke of luck,
you being here.

Isn't it?

So, this is an adaptive hologram.

Right now, we're in the TARDIS,

having just left the planet Time,
which should not exist.

Still bugging me.

I've just pulled you out of
your own time stream

'cause I'm good at doing
stuff like that.

- All right, big-head.
- Did you just call me big-head?

Bet you did.

Well, it still works,
even if you didn't.

I'm worried about
what might happen next.

These are primal forces of evil
that we're dealing with,

some forces I don't even understand yet.

I think I'm at risk.

Which is why I need to record this
and smuggle it into your pocket,

to say, if we lose each other,
if we get separated, don't worry.

This will activate two weeks after

we've not had contact with each other.

I won't know where or when you'll be,

or if you're on your own
or with Dan or whoever.

But this is the task.

Earth has been shielded from the Flux
but it'll be vulnerable.

It'll become a target.

If the Flux is destroying the universe

and planets and stars
are being wiped out,

there will be displaced creatures
who need a home,

somewhere to take over.

But that would mean a time of battle
for ownership of the Earth.

You need to find out
where and when that will be.

And events like the Flux
create ripples through time.

It will have been foreseen somewhere,
by some smart people.

You need to figure out that date
and help the Earth.

That's all I have.
I'm sorry it's not more.

I'm probably worried for you
if you're hearing this.

And I'm sure I miss you.

Miss you, too.

I know you do.

I hope you said, "I miss you, too",
or else that bit's weird.

Oh, hang on.

Wait there. I think you're calling me
from the control room.

- Job done.
- Heavy beggar.

He made quite a splash.

I can't say I enjoyed that.

- You okay?
- Mm-hm.

I should ablute.

We will see her again.

She'll be all right.

Wherever she is.

Just tell me, where are we?

- You're being very reductive.
- And you're being evasive.

A completely transparent power move,
and not very effective.

Systems are under increasing strain.

Go further, Ood.
You can push it much further.

This is no time for caution.

Increasing propulsion levels.

- Better! Much more like it!
- What is that Ood doing?

Of course you have a lot of questions.

It must be hard to know where to start.

No. Not hard at all.

The hard bit is getting you
to deign to answer.

So, you'd like to know about Division?

Yes. Are you in charge of it
or just behaving like you are?

Well, it's complex,
but I suppose, yes, right now,

leadership falls to me.

Leadership of what, though?
What is Division now?

Division is simple.

And indescribable.

It began on Gallifrey as a group,

to ensure the safety of our galaxy.

As our ability to travel grew
and our horizons broadened,

Division kept pace.

The number of operatives grew.

- What did those operatives do?
- Anything we needed.

- Guided and shaped events.
- Interfered?

In contravention of
all Time Lord directives?

Well, not every civilisation
works or is enlightened.

Um, some require help.
Some needed to be told.

Division assessed and acted accordingly.

How much did it interfere?
How big has it become?

Colossal!

Across space and time!

Its influence is unparalleled,
its reach is unlimited,

all from the shadows.

It achieved its aim
beyond our wildest dreams.

Division is magnificent.

I don't think having Weeping Angels
do your dirty work

can be classed as magnificent.

Division recruits across
all dimensions, from all species.

- It had to.
- Then why couldn't I find it?

Where are we now?

Because I looked
far and wide across the universe,

and there was nothing.

Of course not.

We're not in the universe, Doctor.

Karvanista to Juvarost.

Your ship is drifting.

You have broken shield unity.

You are compromising Earth's protection.

Juvarost, do you copy?

Karvanista to Lupari fleet.

Juvarost is down. No comms.

And their ship has fallen
out of formation.

Earth's shield is now breachable.

I've taken remedial action.

One of our crafts never responded
to the species recall.

I can use that to seal the breach.

Just locating it now.

Got it!

That will bridge the gap in the shield.

Lupari Command. Action approved.

Why is it there?

Yeah-eah! See, Tigmi?

Who managed to track the only
life signals in this sector?

I did.

Okay. We did.

Oh, now, that huge monolith
doesn't look foreboding at all.

Yeah. I swore an oath
to help those in distress.

And this is where the traces
from Pisano lead, so...

Where do we dock without being noticed?

Rogue Lupari craft,
this is Lupari Commander.

You are disobeying species recall.

You are in breach of Lupari command.

Now taking remote charge of your ship.

No, no, no, no. Don't do that.

Remote hyper will be activated.

You can't got to hyper.
I'm on a mission here.

You are not a Lupar!

Don't you dare hyper-jack me.

No!

Oh, that was rough.

Still... no trace.

Hyper drive.

Someone was in a hurry to get away.

Yeah. This is what I was worried about.

All the missing.

Objects...

Your role here is simple.

You are space and we are time.

You are both our playthings

and our power source.

Can you feel the time force growing?

It's working.

Just as we planned.

We're ready.

We can connect with her again.

Let me show you where we are, Doctor.

Here is the universe as you know it.

Universe One, if you like.

And we're here. Outside.

The Division.

The control centre from which
all our operatives were directed.

There, beyond Division,

the next universe
and the next beyond that.

Multiverses. Our terminology
became quaint a long time ago.

So, here we are, outside one universe,

on the cusp of many more.

A bridge.

The dimensional engineering required
to build this place is...

... it's incredible!

Oh, conversion! That's why.

Conversion plates allow us to exist
in form outside the known universe.

Very good!

You always were fast
at processing everything.

But it's unstable. Why is it shaking?

Unless...

It can't be, can it?

- It's moving.
- Exactly.

As we near the end of the old universe,

Division is moving into the next.

The crossing is in progress.

- And this place?
- My seed vault.

Genetic traces from the previous
universe to import into the next,

to preserve what will have gone.

That universe isn't going anywhere!

It's over, Doctor.

It has been ever since
we let a virus into the experiment.

What sort of virus?

You.

You got out, from Division.

And you couldn't leave
the universe alone.

No.

You know, I blame myself a little
but, mostly, I blame you.

I thought you were manageable.

But I had to admit
what I always knew deep down.

You'd never stop if you rediscovered
what Division had done.

I mean, morality...
was always your flaw.

Morality is a strength.

And when you knew the truth,
you'd never stop hounding us.

So, the universe has to end to
protect the existence of Division?

Precisely, which is why
we engineered the Flux,

shut the universe down
and you within it.

Except, even then, you interfered,

disrupting the Flux
just as it came into existence,

throwing yourself and
that TARDIS in front of it.

Division created the Flux
because you're scared of me?

Not scared. Wary... perhaps.

How much power do you imagine I have?

You inspire...

... make people question, rise up.

You give them hope,
but that can be problematic.

Who even are you?!

You don't remember.

Hmm.

Why would you?

I think my eyes are the same,

even across the regenerations.

But you wouldn't know.

You can't be.

I'm the one who found you.

I brought you to Gallifrey
and raised you.

I'm Tecteun.

The woman you used to call 'Mother'.

Fall in line!

If I'd known at the beginning
that this would occupy

nearly a decade of my life,

I might have had second thoughts.

Whereas you, Prentis,
barely look a day older.

What's your secret?

- Clear conscience, sir.
- I like that!

Lethbridge-Stewart here.

I'm on a call to the RAF, please.

That's our new Corporal.

Brought him in after we missed the
whole thing at the post office tower.

He's a shouter, but he's very good.

Keeps everyone on their toes.

Well, the facility is marvellous.

Yes. With a 30-year plan for investment.

This is a time of
great projects, Prentis.

National Health Service be damned.

UNIT is the project for which
the public will be grateful.

In here.

What's that?

Hmm?

Oh, this is an object we found
in a deserted village in Devon.

A few residents disappeared overnight

and this box was the only anomaly.

The constabulary insist it's not theirs

and we can't even get into it.

We're converting the entire village
into a military training territory.

For safety.

Don't want to panic anyone.

This, however...

... this is our pride and joy.

Yes.

It does look... special.

Its purpose is to detect
non-terrestrial life forms.

Turn it on, Jennings.
And get that sample spore.

Everyone keeps telling me
it's not of this Earth.

Here we go.

There. As human as they come.

- Now you.
- I'd rather you didn't.

Radiation.

If it's not fully proven...

Nonsense.

The boffins have been
working on this for ages.

Oh...

That's very odd.

My God, General.

You really are a fool, aren't you?

I beg your pardon?

How you expect to protect
this pitiful race,

I do not know.

What do you mean?

Aagh!

Plan zero!

I prefer to be called...

... Grand Serpent.

Well, don't just stand there, man.
Call a doctor.

Pattern optimisation in progress.

Matter compression increasing.

Spatial distribution and destruction
analysis now available.

I know what that Ood is doing.

You're generating the final waves
of the Flux from here,

forcing spatial compression
on that universe.

You're trying to move this structure
into the next universe

while you wreck the one
you leave behind.

No wonder this place feels
under so much pressure.

We all need to clear up after ourselves.

That's why I had you brought here,

to ensure you won't be
in the universe to save it.

So...

... is what the Master told me true?

Yes.

I found you.

A lost child, alone.

Beneath a monument on a deserted planet.

Seemingly deposited there by a wormhole.

No way back.

No-one to care for you.

You took something
that didn't belong to you.

I rescued you.

Would you prefer to have been left?

You assumed I came through
that wormhole, but you don't know.

What if I was waiting there
to be collected?

What if I was supposed
to be taken through it?

What if whoever left me there
was taken by that wormhole?

- "What if, what if, what if?"
- You denied me my life!

I gave you a life.

Everything you are is because of me.

But I understand.

You think you could have
been something else.

Someone else.

Maybe.

I'll never know.

You judge me...

... for giving you the journey
of your lifetime.

What do you do... Doctor?!

Pick people up? Take them with you?

You adopt them? Use them?
For reassurance? For company?

They're your experiments,
just as you were mine.

We are not the same.

This just shows I was right
to order your memories erased.

Ood, guard her.

Yes, Tecteun.

A friend of the Doctor.

Did you not think we would detect you?

No. I was pretty sure you could.

What are you gonna do about it?

They are so tiny.

Hello.

- Can anyone hear me?
- Who are you?

I saw you, on Atropos.

I was with your friend, Dan.

I'm looking for someone myself.

But... I've got a plan
to get you out of here.

Finally, someone with a gun.

I'm Di, by the way. From Liverpool.

And I've got some scores
to settle with this lot.

This man is a legendary seer.

He's our last best hope in finding out

when in history the battle may come,

and how we might get there.

Sir?

My name is Eustacius Jericho.

I am an expert in percipients
and visionaries,

and in my historic reading,

I have read much about you
and your abilities.

We come to you in all humility,

as we are in the midst of
an extraordinary task,

and seek guidance
as to what the future holds.

- Took you long enough.
- I'm sorry?

To get up here. I've been
watching you for days.

You need to take more exercise.

So... what's the gossip?!

From down there. Who's kissed who?

- Gossip?
- I don't get any up here!

I'll take anything!

I mean, uh...

I think the telephone's been invented.

- Telephone?
- Yes. You...

You use it to talk to people,
to communicate.

I'm a hermit!

Ah.

We would have brought a newspaper
if we'd have known.

You mean you haven't?!

What about some food?!

Uh... a rope! A pot!

The latest Conan Doyle!

It does seem rude,
now you come to mention it.

Ah... I'm teasing you!

I knew you wouldn't
have anything, really.

Do you have anything for us?

Uh, no.

Really?

Ah... I'm teasing you again!

I don't get to tease people much.

I have three words.

We've climbed all this way
for three words?!

Go on.

Fetch...

... your...

... dog!

I beg your pardon?

Fetch your dog.

I don't have a dog! Is that it?

Does this make any sense to you?

And if it did, how do we fetch him?

That's your problem. I don't know.

I have an idea.

I hope it looks all right.

I don't suppose we'll ever know, really.

What the rare fox is that?

I don't have time travel, you idiot!

Humans are so annoying. Especially him.

Ood, Ood, Ood, quick, quick, quick.
Don't have long. Need your help.

I am unable to provide assistance.

My service is to Division and Tecteun.

I'm right, aren't I?

You're generating spatial compression,

the final Flux event, from here.

Mate! We have to stop this!

Prevention is in contravention
of instructions.

It is also impossible. Flux
culmination is already in progress.

Show me, while she's not here.

- I am prevented from...
- I know... I know you are!

But aren't you worried?

Aren't you scared for your own kind?

Because that universe is full of Ood.

The universe, the matter that
is being compressed by you,

it's where your people live.

And I don't know how or when
you became a part of this.

But I can stop this.

I can save them. I'm the one.

You cannot. It is too late.

It's never too late. I'm very good
at pulling rabbits out of hats.

- I have no rabbits.
- It's a metaphor.

- Or hats.
- Honestly, it doesn't matter.

Just show me, quick-smart.

Before she comes back.

Oh...

Thank you, thank you, Ood.

We can sort this.

Sorry...

- Which part of the universe is this?
- All of it.

No.

There's nowhere near enough of it.

This is all that remains.

The first Flux event
destroyed many galaxies.

But it doesn't make sense.

It's not centred correctly.

The erasure, the compression,

all looks like it's moving in
from the outside, all to one place.

That is Earth.

Earth will be the ultimate
apex of destruction.

It is designed that way.

But what's been compressed can be
decompressed, uncompressed.

'Cause I'm thinking,
those transport pads,

this power source,

reversing the polarity
of the conversion plates,

I can stop this and get out
of here before she kills me.

'Cause we both know
that's where this is heading.

What is that noise?! That whispering!

I cannot hear it.

It's coming from over here.

How can you not hear that?!

I see you've found it.

To your many decades of public service

and a very happy retirement.

Mm. I'd be there till I dropped
if it was down to me.

Still, the appointment
of my successor is within my gift.

About that...

... I've been considering
throwing my own hat in the ring.

Have you?

Chair of the UNIT Oversight Committee
would be perfect for me.

I've been around it a long time.

People don't like you, Prentis.

- Is that right?
- Not sure why.

I've always found you
relatively personable.

Although, you're rarely around.

You just seem to pop up
whenever it suits.

My charitable foundation and research
takes me all over the world.

Then you have enough to occupy you.

You don't need to be looking
over all UNIT operations.

No. But I'd consider it an honour...

Don't be a bore, Prentis.

You will be Chair of

the UNIT Oversight Committee

over my dead body!

Ohh!

Turn the heating down, Simmons.

It's like a reptile house in here!

That's rather the point.

There was a time, far, far away,

when I used to have people
and empires to do this for me.

They're all long gone now.

But I've learned

that nothing really beats
the personal touch.

Still no response from the dog.

And still no Doctor.

Oi! What are you doin'?!

A ship?! A ship at sea?!

I'll call a steward!

Wait. I know you. We've met.

- In a tunnel?
- I've met you, too.

- On Atropos.
- What do you know of my tunnels?

Not a lot. Time was going mad.

You callin' me mad, sir?
Joseph Williamson, the Mad Mole?!

- You take their side.
- You're Joseph Williamson?

Well, who else would I be, sir?

And it seems I must find my own
way out of this infernal puzzle.

Those cursed shifting doorways!

He's gone. How did he do that?

Joseph Williamson.

- Don't you see?
- No.

- No!
- The Williamson Tunnels.

They're a tourist thing. They're
being excavated in my time.

If he keeps turning up in all these
different places and times...

We've got to find him.
That's where we have to go.

Yeah, me grandad used to work for him.

He told me all sorts of things,

you know, about what
he built down there.

He reckoned there's dining
halls, bedrooms, the lot.

Someone even said
there's an army down there.

So, what's happened to the
tunnels since his death?

It's all shut down.
All the work stopped.

It's ancient history now.

Alfie, would you know how we could
get access to any part of them?

Oh, I wouldn't go down there,
Miss. It's dangerous.

And, also, some folks say
he still walks the tunnels.

Wouldn't want a pretty girl
like you seeing any ghosts.

This pretty girl can look after herself.

It's these two you've gotta worry about.

How many hours is that now?

Six and a quarter.

We're running out of twine,
and lamp fuel.

We are searching for a ghost

to explain the improbability
of space and time.

We should not be surprised
if we don't find it.

Oh, ye of little faith.

It's him. I'll go over.

One Scouser to another.

Hey, Dan? Are you from Liverpool?

Why have you never mentioned it?

All right, Sheffield,
keep your cutlery on.

All right, mate?

Can I just check?

You're not a ghost, are you?

Ow!

Was that ghostly, sir?! Did you feel it?

You're lucky I don't give you one back.

What do you want?

In a nutshell, we believe the fabric
of space and time is under threat

and that Earth is about
to be under attack.

But we're not sure
when, where or who from,

and we need to find others
who can help us stop it happening.

Finally.

Finally!

I've been at my wit's end.

I have so much to show you,

yet so little time!

Come, come, come, come.

The Gallifreyan device

for the protection and storage
of memories and identities.

Of course you kept them.

The memories you took from me.

Well, a good scientist never
throws away their workings.

We had them quantum-stored
for a long time,

in the Weeping Angel
who tracked you and betrayed you.

But don't worry. It didn't escape.

Everything has been transferred now.

Stored in that fob watch.

How much was lost?

How many lives?

How many people have I been?

Dozens?

Hundreds?

Thousands?

What would you give to know?

What if I offered you a choice?

You can return to
the dying universe you left,

defend it from its inevitable
destruction, and fail,

or rejoin Division, rejoin me,

come with us into the next
universe, into the beyond.

Help me build, with
your memories restored!

Be complete again.

The next universe

holds the other end of the
wormhole where I found you.

That universe may be where you're from.

Where you began. Your origins, perhaps.

Think of the discoveries

that would await us both there!

A new start!

If you really knew me, you'd know
I'd never agree to any of this.

No matter how strong the incentive.

What if I left the Earth?

What if I let your friends live?

As you know, I've been
fighting UNIT's corner, your corner,

for a while.

But these are turbulent times, Kate.

I'm afraid this is the moment
we must concede defeat.

That's not a phrase
that sits well in my family,

or UNIT itself.

Nevertheless, UNIT's operations
will be wound down forthwith.

I see you.

I see you.

Whatever you are.

Hiding in plain sight for so long.

Barely ageing.

You're gambling that nobody cares.

That nobody looks at UNIT anymore.

But I care, more than anyone.

So, I dug deep.

Past the tampered archives
and doctored photographs,

past the deleted incidents,

altered names, changes to reports
from the past five decades.

Altered because
it's impossible you were there,

and impossible how so many people,
quietly, accidentally, died.

And it all suggested to me...

... a non-terrestrial life form
with hostile intent,

possibly one with the
ability to move in time.

How long has all this taken you,
hmm? A week? A... a day?

You must be feeling very tired, Kate.

Oh, by the way, you should know,

I'm wearing a psychic manifest shield,

so whatever you conjured to
suffocate the others from the inside

won't work on me.

This task force has been
many lifetimes' work

for me and my family.

I will not let it be sabotaged
from within.

You really need to calm down, Kate.

I am the head of UNIT!

And if you don't stop this,
I will expose you!

And I shan't hesitate
to call in a favour

from someone you really
don't want to argue with.

Do we understand each other?

Osgood, I have to go dark.

Karvanista to rogue Lupari craft,

I have brought you out of hyper

and you will be aligned
with the Lupari shield.

So, listen up, whoever you are.

I know you stole that ship,
I know you're not a Lupar,

and I'll give you till the
count of one to evacuate

because I'm coming onboard.

One.

Uh-oh.

I know you're here.

I have your scent.

Surrender now or die...

Show yourself, coward!

What did you call me?

Coward!

What was that?

Was that you?

This is Lupari Command.
All ships, we are under attack.

This is where I have endeavoured

to make sense of it all.

This chamber is the heart of
my excavation project.

I've attempted to build
defences here for humanity,

against the destruction to come.

Um, there are labels on each doorway.

Precisely, sir.

A dozen doorways, a dozen worlds.

Except the past few days
have changed everything.

- Why?
- Since All Hallows' Eve, all is flux.

Some of the doorways have changed.

They're gateways to places
I've never seen,

fraught with danger.

Especially Doorway 9.

Do not touch Doorway 9.

Any particular reason?

Death, sir! Endless death!

Oh, that... that's persuasive.

I hoped I could save everyone.

Now I fear I cannot save anyone.

- Does that happen often?
- It's never happened before.

They're still trying to get in.

All comms down between
all Lupari ships in the shield.

I can't raise anyone.

Shielding's been negated.
It's all been turned off.

You hyper-jacked me for this!
Some race you are!

But who's boarding us?

And why?

It's time. Lower all defences.

Arm all weapons.

Ensure all missile systems

are aimed inwards
at the planet's surface.

You have the list of target cities.

Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

Everything is in place.

Do we have an agreement?

The proposal is... acceptable.

Now let us make war!

The forces of Sontar

have revenge to exact!

Be my guest.

Destroy all Lupari! The Lupari must die!

Kill all resistance!

- Sontar-ha!
- Sontar-ha!

Listen to me, I'm gonna save my friends.

I'm gonna save that universe

and I'm gonna destroy Division.

So, hold onto that hat

'cause you, me and
the end of the universe,

it's personal now.

And I'm gonna win.

No.

How did you get here?

A psycho-temporal bridge
I've been building,

powered by the energy we harvested

from the life forms of that universe,

to you, Doctor.

Right from the start.

All it took was a little time.

And all for this.

To get beyond any one universe,

to find Division,

to get revenge on those
who imprisoned us so long ago.

To take them all.

You don't belong here.

- Say thank you, Doctor.
- What for?

We could heal this pain
of yours so easily.

You released me.

Now I release you.

No, no, no! Don't touch her!

Now, Doctor...

... you.

Peoples of the universe,

the warriors of Sontar offer you hope.

I am the head of human resistance
against Sontaran occupation.

And now we will ensure that the Flux

takes apart your entire universe.

Aaagh!

We have everything we need.

Are you trying to kill me right now?

You have no escape.

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