All language subtitles for Doctor.Who.1996.720p.BluRay.x264-SPOOKS-HI

THE DOCTOR: It was on the Planet Skaro

that my old enemy, The Master,
was finally put on trial.

They say he listened calmly
as his list of evil crimes was read,

and sentence passed.

Then he made his last,
and I thought somewhat curious, request.

He demanded that, I, The Doctor,
a rival Time Lord,

should take his remains
back to our home planet, Gallifrey.

(DISTORTED ALIEN VOICES)

It was a request
they should never have granted.

THE DOCTOR: A Time Lord has 73 lives,
and The Master had used all of his.

But rules never meant much to him.

So, I stowed his remains safely
for the voyage back.

Because even in death
I couldn't trust him.

- (SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING)
- (LOCKS CLICKS)

There, that should do it.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

THE DOCTOR:
In all my travels through space and time,

And nearing the end of my seventh life,

I was finally beginning to realise
that you could never be too careful.

(CLOCKS TICKING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(GROWLING)

(SKIPPING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

- (WHIRRING)
- Oh, no.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV)

- MAN IN DISTANCE: Come on, let's go.
- (GUNSHOT)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

MAN 1: Watch it!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TYRES SQUEALING)

(ALL GRUNT)

LEE: Where are you going?

(GUNS CLICK)

Hey, where you going?

- Come here, man. Come back here.
- (LAUGHS)

- Wimp.
- Get outta there.

- We're fine, man.
- Yeah.

Hey, is this style OK?

- (WHOOPS)
- Yeah, all right. Cool, cool!

(ALL LAUGH)

- Lee, did you see that thing blow?
- LEE: Yeah.

(CLANGS)

LEE: Get down!

(GRUNTING)

(MAN WHOOPS)

- GUNMAN: Say your prayers, Lee.
- (GUN RELOADS)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(TARDIS WHOOSHING)

- Ugh!
- (TYRES SCREECHING)

- DRIVER: What was that thing?
- (SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(THE DOCTOR GRUNTING)

Timing malfunction.

LEE: I'm getting you an ambulance.

Stop it.

THE DOCTOR: Stop it.

LEE: What?

Here it comes. Hold in there, old guy.

Chang Lee will help you.

(SIRENS BLARING)

LEE: Hey, over here.

(SIREN BLARING)

- Were you with him when it happened?
- Yeah, we were just passing.

Is he rich? 'Cos where we're going,
he'd better be rich. Here.

Hey, I'm not signing anything, Mister.

Sign it or we can't do nothing.
Come on, kid.

- What's the date?
- December, 30th.

1999.

(SIREN STOPS BLARING)

PARAMEDIC:
On three. One, two, go... Three.

Look out, coming through.

WOMAN: Go, go, go! We're losing him!

(ALL CLAMOURING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)

WOMAN: Yeah, go! We don't have much time.

(INTERFERENCE OVER RADIO)

Two hearts?

One bullet went
straight through his shoulder.

No damage. The other two are
in his left leg.

Look, two hearts!

- What?
- As if. It's a double exposure, Curtis.

Let's get these bullets out, then.

Now, this went straight through...

(WOMAN CHATTERING OVER RADIO)

Heart's still going like crazy.

- Then we'll have to bring in cardiology.
- Who's on tonight?

Amazing Grace.

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

(PAGER BEEPS)

(SOFTLY) I have to go.

GRACE: Excuse me, pardon me.

GRACE: Excuse me.

Fibrillation at 300.

- 300?
- Yes.

- No blockages showing?
- No.

- X-ray?
- N.G.

- What?
- Double exposed every time we try.

- Well, then, try again.
- We're getting another machine.

- That'll take another half-hour.
- No, no, we don't have time for that.

- We have got to get moving on this.
- Dr Holloway, it's Brian.

(GROANS) Yeah. Brian!

I'm sorry.

Listen, I'm on call. What do you
expect me to do, ignore it?

No, look, Brian, don't say that.

Listen, just wait until I get home.

- Brian?
- (PHONE CUTS)

Ugh!

Sorry.

- GRACE: Probe.
- NURSE: Probe.

- GRACE: Scalpel.
- NURSE: Scalpel.

GRACE: And straight to track four.

NURSE: Track four coming up.

(MUSIC STARTS PLAYING)

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

Puccini, Madame Butterfly.

Whatever you're about to do, stop!

GRACE: (DISTORTED)
Mr Smith, you're going to be all right.

No, I'm not human. I'm not like you.

GRACE: Nobody's like you, Mr Smith.

Please, I need a beryllium atomic clock.

This is 1999, isn't it?

SWIFT: We can't wait any longer, Grace.

(MUFFLED) No, I'm not human...
I'm not human.

- THE DOCTOR: I'm not human!
- CURTIS: It's OK, I got it.

GRACE: Try not to speak, Mr Smith.
We've already taken out all the bullets.

So, now we're going
to listen to your heart,

try to find out why it's so wild,
and then I'm going to fix it.

You'll be fine.

GRACE: (SIGHS) OK.

- GRACE: He's under.
- (SCREAMS)

Timing malfunction.
The Master, he's out there.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

He's out there...

- GRACE: Scalpel.
- (THE DOCTOR MURMURING)

I've got to stop!

GRACE: You know,

somehow I don't think this man's
name is Mr Smith, do you?

SWIFT: You get that feeling?

Here we have

an electrophysiology being performed by
one of our senior cardiologists,

Dr Holloway.

Who will insert a microsurgical probe
into the patient's artery.

Then search out the short-circuiting part

causing the fibrillation, and just so you
know your money is being well spent...

- (WOMAN LAUGHS)
- ...we'll blast it with lasers.

SWIFT:
So, is Brian threatening to leave again?

- CURTIS: He won't.
- GRACE: That's strange.

SWIFT: What?

Déja vu. Where am I?

SWIFT: Uh, subclavian.

GRACE: I should be in the brachiocephalic.

SWIFT: Uh, not unless this man's a donkey.

(ALL LAUGH)

GRACE: Then I am lost.

GRACE: Let me try something.

SWIFT: Massive seizure,
get that probe out of there!

- GRACE: I'm trying!
- CURTIS: Picture's out!

- GRACE: Damn it! We're dropping off fast.
- SWIFT: Just pull it out!

- GRACE: Come to me.
- SWIFT: Get it out of there, Grace.

- GRACE: No blood! I can't get it out of him.
- SWIFT: Grace, he's flatlining.

GRACE:
The probe snapped. It's still in him.

(DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGING)

SWIFT: Clear!

SWIFT: Clear!

- (DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGING)
- SWIFT: Clear!

SWIFT: Clear!

SWIFT: Clear!

SWIFT: Give me 300.

SWIFT: Clear!

- (OPERA MUSIC GETS LOUDER)
- SWIFT: Clear!

(SCREAMS)

SWIFT: Clear!

SWIFT: It's no good.

- SWIFT: Time of death.
- CURTIS: 10:03.

I got lost.

- I wanna see his X-rays now!
- SWIFT: Grace!

This is all his stuff.

There is no identification there, either.

Tag him as a John Doe
and book him for an autopsy.

You want me to bring that kid in?

Maybe he can help us
with an identification.

- Doctor?
- Sure.

This is no double exposure.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Sir?
- Hmm? Yeah. I'm up.

WOMAN:
Could you just come with me, please?

- You're the doctor?
- Yes.

Yes, I am.

- Are you a friend of Mr Smith's?
- Yeah, is he OK?

Actually there were some complications,
and I'm afraid he didn't make it.

Sorry.

It's OK.

I'll tell his family.
Are these his things?

Yeah.

- I'll take them.
- Um...

Maybe we should contact
the family ourselves.

No, Miss, this will hit them
really hard. I'll tell them.

You don't know this man at all, do you?

- Yeah, I do.
- Then, tell me his real name.

I gotta go.

Wait!

GRACE: Somebody stop him!

(BRUCE SNORING)

WOMAN: Shut up!

Bruce, please?

(CONTINUES SNORING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(MAN COUGHING)

Hey, man. You doing anything special
New Year's Eve?

- Going to the costume party.
- Oh, yeah, me too. Who you going as?

- Wild Bill Hickok.
- All right, cool.

Who's that?

John Doe, on the toe.

Oh, we've got a nice autopsy booked
for you tomorrow morning, Mister.

Followed by a sauna
or a Swedish herbal wrap.

What would be your pleasure?

1:00 a.m. Hey!

It's December, 31st, 1999.

- Party on!
- Yee-haw!

Sweet dreams.

(BRUCE SNORING)

(GAGGING)

(SIGHS)

- (THUNDER CRACKING)
- (RAIN PATTERING)

Hey, hey, look out.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(EXHALING)

It's alive.

It's alive, it's alive!

It's alive!

I knew it! I knew it!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hey, Chad, is that you?

(LOUD BANG)

Hello?

(LOUD BANG)

- (LOUD BANG)
- Who's there?

(BANG ON DOOR)

(BANG ON DOOR)

Oh, my God!

God, no!

(SCREAMS)

(GROWLS)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

- (HUMS SOFTLY)
- (BABY CRYING)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(SHIVERS)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHING)

(SHRIEKS)

Who am I?

Who am I?

(SCREAMS) Who... am... I?

WOMAN: (OVER PA)
Dr Anderson, to emergency room four.

Dr Anderson, please report
to emergency room four.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

PETE:
You doing anything special New Year's Eve?

- CHAD: Going to the costume party.
- PETE: Oh, yeah, me too.

- Who you going as?
- CHAD: Wild Bill Hickok.

PETE: All right, cool.

(MUSIC CHIMING)

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)

LEE: Weird.

(ALARM CLOCK RINGING)

- (STOPS RINGING)
- THE MASTER: I must find The Doctor.

This body won't last long.

I need The Doctor's body.

Hmm, sense of humour, no more snoring?

You don't need a doctor.

Come back to bed, honey.

My name is not "Honey".

Oh, well, what would you like me
to call you, then?

"Master" will do.

Well, come back to bed, Master.

(SCREAMS)

(SHUSHING)

(THUD)

Ah, Doctor,
soon I will have all your lives.

(STUTTERS) It wasn't the same guy.

Sounds like you saw
the guy who stole the body.

He was wearing a shroud
and a JD tag on his toe.

(SIGHS) Somehow, I don't think
the second coming happens here.

Right, you think he's going to go
to a better hospital?

You know what?

- I'm going home.
- Hey, Pete.

Stop by psychiatric and pick up
some more mind-altering drugs.

OK, sure.

(DOOR OPENS)

(LIFT DOOR OPENS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GRACE: (DISTORTED)
Listen, Curtis, can you get SFPD on this?

GRACE: Some creep's made off
with the John Doe that died last night.

CURTIS: Ew, body snatchers.

WOMAN: (OVER PA)
...please report to administration.

Don't call the police just yet, Curtis.

Grace, can you give me some time?
(ECHOING)

(SOFTLY) Time.

(EVIL LAUGH)

WOMAN: Keep the stairway clear, please.

Time.

Time.

We don't need
to advertise our mistakes, do we?

GRACE: What are you saying?

Two hearts, no wonder you got lost.

Exactly.

Or maybe,
this really was a double exposure.

In either case,
I can't afford to lose you.

Wait... What, what are you doing? (GASPS)

What we should have done last night.

GRACE: Am I having a bad dream here?

(SIGHS) I lose a patient

and then I lose his body and now
you have just destroyed the only proof

That you were careless?

- No, that I had no way of knowing...
- Stop!

A man died last night
because you lost your way.

You bet I did! You saw the X-ray,
the guy had two hearts!

And now without a body or without records,
no one need know he was even here.

- You can't do this.
- Let me take care of this, Grace.

No!

Believe me,
I know what is best for all of us.

But, what was he?
How can we learn from him?

I've got to find his body.

And I have to keep this hospital open.

No, no!

If you do this,

I'll quit.

You don't mean that.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Hold... Hold the elevator.

(SIGHS)

Puccini. We've met before.

Ugh, I don't think so.

Yes, yes, I think so. I know you.

(STAMMERS) You're tired of life,
but afraid of dying.

There was music, Madame Butterfly.

- You were there. I saw you last night.
- It wasn't me.

Ugh, I don't know who I am,
but I know that you know me.

- Please, go away!
- Please.

- You're my only hope.
- I'll call security.

- Do you know who I am?
- I don't care who you are!

Leave me alone!

Oh, please, you must help me.
You're a doctor!

Yeah, well, my oath just expired.

Stand back.

Ugh!

(BOTH SCREAM)

Get out, get out!

It's my hearts!

(HORN BLARING)

There's something...

It can't be!

What is this?

What is it?

Please, please!

I have two hearts.

You have to get me out of here
before they kill me again.

Please.

Please, you have to help me. Drive!

(THE DOCTOR CRIES OUT)

Hey!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CURTIS: OK, OK.

Hey, Bruce, why the shades?

I had a bad night.

(CHUCKLES)

Did you want something?

What happened to the gunshot wound
I brought in?

I've got orders to move him.

He died.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I've got orders to move his body.

Where is it?

- His body?
- Well, haven't you heard?

The body's gone.

- Stolen.
- OK.

Where are his things?

The kid that brought him in
ran off with them.

The Asian child.

The Asian child?

Bruce, you're sick!

Thank you.

- Are you all right?
- Better, yes.

Good.

Now I don't have a piece of primitive
wiring in my cardiovascular system.

Primitive? (SIGHS)

I don't believe it.

- (SIGHS) He's taken all his stuff.
- Who?

- Brian.
- Your boyfriend?

Ex-boyfriend.

Listen, why don't you just have a seat
and open your shirt?

I wanna listen to your heart.

Hearts.

Plural.

Right.

(SIGHS) Right.

He's taken the sofa.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Come on, follow me.

- Now I'm remembering more.
- GRACE: Good.

Lovely view.

Maybe you have selective amnesia
brought on by shock.

- Maybe, I can't remember.
- (GRACE CHUCKLES)

THE DOCTOR: Ah, Da Vinci,
he had a cold when he drew that.

- You're still fibrillating badly.
- No, I'm not.

Here.

- I remember!
- (GRACE GASPS)

I was with Puccini before he died!

- Name dropper.
- I was, I was, I was!

GRACE: Shh.

(HEARTS BEATING)

- Oh, my God.
- You see, that's no echo.

He died before he could finish Turandot.

Alfano finished it based on his notes.
It was so sad.

You have two hearts!

(SCOFFS)

- Who are you?
- I was dead too long this time.

The anaesthetic almost
destroyed the regenerative process.

Yeah, right.

I'm gonna get a syringe.

- I'm going to take some blood.
- THE DOCTOR: No. No.

- I want to know what's going on here.
- Grace, Grace, Grace, Grace.

Don't you see? I have thirteen lives.

Please! (SCOFFS)

OK, you're trying to tell me
that you've come back from the dead?

- Yes!
- No, sorry. The dead stay dead.

You can't turn back time.

Yes, you can.

I'm not a child.
Don't talk to me like I'm a child.

Only children believe that crap.
I am a doctor.

But it was a childish dream
that made you a doctor.

You dreamt you could hold back death.

Isn't that true?

(FAINT OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

(THE DOCTOR HUMS)

Don't be sad, Grace.
You'll do great things.

(TROLLEY CREAKING)

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Hello?

(WHISTLES)

Who's there?

The guy from the ambulance?

Bruce, don't scare me like that.

- This place is freaky enough.
- THE MASTER: Lee?

Chang Lee, that's your name, isn't it?

- (TAPS)
- (MACHINES HUMMING TO LIFE)

Well, I never.

The TARDIS really likes you.

What are you talking about, Bruce?

I'm not Bruce.

It took me a minute with the talking
and the walking, but I am not Bruce.

I am merely inside his body.

Oh, yeah? So, uh, who are you, really?

Give me the bag.

Yes.

- Where is he?
- Who?

The man you stole these things from,
where is he?

Those are mine now, he's dead.

He's not dead!

He's stolen my body.

- But...
- And I will die

unless we bring him back here.

You're going to help me do that,
do you understand?

(STAMMERING) What's in it for me?

You get to live.

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

Hmm, not bad.

- Did these belong to...
- Brian?

Yep. Keep 'em.

Thank you.

How's my blood?

It's not blood.

Hmm. Perhaps if I walk in them,
stretch them a bit, they'll fit me better.

(SIGHS) Good idea, let's go for a walk.

Maybe you're the result of
some weird genetic experiment.

I don't think so.

- You have no recollection of family...
- No.

No. No, no, no, no. Wait, wait.

(STAMMERING) I remember...

I'm with my father,
we're lying back in the grass.

It's a warm Gallifreyan night.

- Gallifreyan?
- Gallifrey!

Yes, this must be where I live.

- Now, where is that?
- I've never heard of it!

(STAMMERING) What do you remember?

A meteor storm. The sky above us
was dancing with lights.

Purple, green, brilliant yellow! Yes!

- What?
- These shoes!

They fit perfectly. Yes.

Yes.

You know, this was all mine
until he stole it from me.

He should never have been
allowed to be here.

- You know, I was told he was dead.
- That body had died,

but now he's regenerated into another one.

My body can do this twelve times,
but he's taken most of my regenerations.

What did he do with them?

Unspeakable crimes...

Like what?

Genghis Khan?

- What about him?
- That was him.

- No way!
- Yes way.

Look, I'm no saint, but he is evil,

and he's doing it all with my body.

I was on the verge of stopping him
when we got here.

Oof.

What do you want, Lee?

What do you mean?

If you could have anything,
anything at all, what would it be?

I don't know. A million bucks!

(SCOFFS) Only a million?

- OK, two million.
- Think bigger.

- A billion dollars!
- And what would that buy you?

(SOFTLY) Power.

Power.

Gold dust?

You get the rest,
when I get my body back. Deal?

Deal!

BRUCE: Let me show you around.

Go ahead.

Whoa, how'd I do that?

I told you, the TARDIS likes you.

The Cloister Room.

- Awesome.
- Isn't it?

Come, let me show you.

(RUMBLING)

Here is the Eye of Harmony,
the heart of the structure.

Everything gets its power from here.

So how can it help us find him?

Well, as you know, it used to belong
to me, but now it belongs to him.

If we can open the Eye, we will find him.

Cool!

- So, you gonna open it?
- No, you are.

See if you can pull this reflector
staff from its mooring.

- This thing?
- Mmm-hmm.

You can do it.

(SOFTLY) Yes...

Good.

Now, look into the beam of light.

If the TARDIS really likes you,
the Eye will open.

- Why don't you look?
- You pulled the staff from the stone.

(SCREAMS)

What is it?

(STAMMERING) Something's happening.

- Something's happening...
- OK.

- Something's happening.
- Oh, my God, oh, my God.

- (COUGHING)
- Oh, my God!

I know who I am!

(LAUGHING)

I am The Doctor!

Good!

Now do that again.

Whoa, what?

There's the guy I took to the hospital!

The Doctor's past life.

- "Doctor"?
- That's what he calls himself.

"Doctor".

The new Doctor. He's so young. Hmm.

Fascinating. Ah. See that?

That's the retinal structure
of the human eye.

The Doctor is half human! No wonder.

What?

No. I saw him. The Master is here.

What are you talking about?

He's planning to take my body,
so that he will live and I will die!

Oh, no!

He has opened the Eye of Harmony.

What is the "Eye of Harmony"?

Wait. Wait.

There! We're seeing what he's seeing.

I know that woman!

- Ah!
- THE DOCTOR: I'm closing my eyes

so he can't see you, Grace,
but it maybe too late.

What's the "Eye of Harmony"?

It's the power source at
the heart of the TARDIS.

The TARDIS? What's a TARDIS?

The TARDIS is my ship that carries me
through time and space.

T-A-R-D-I-S. It stands for
Time and Relative Dimension in Space.

And this Master, is he like the Devil?

The Master is a rival Time Lord.

"Time Lord"? Oh, my God.

Pure evil. I was bringing home his
remains from Skaro,

where his final incarnation had exterminated
by the Daleks, or so we thought.

- You really are insane, aren't you?
- But he wasn't dead. It's a trap.

Don't you see? It's a trap.

He wants me to look into the Eye.
If I look into the Eye of Harmony,

my soul will be destroyed,
he will take my body...

Listen to all those lies.

How could she believe him?

- I don't want to deal with this.
- Grace, listen!

- That's enough!
- If the Eye of Harmony isn't closed,

this planet will be sucked through it!

Grace, I need to fix the timing mechanism
on the TARDIS and close the Eye.

I need an atomic clock.
Grace, please, help me find one.

- (WHIMPERS)
- Grace. Grace. Grace?

Grace!

(LAUGHING)

So that's how he intends to destroy me.

- How?
- (INHALES)

We must get to the Doctor
before he finds a clock.

I know that woman.

She was the surgeon
who operated on him last night.

Well, if you find her, we'll find him.

(GASPS)

- (MUFFLED) Grace!
- You just stay away from me!

Oh, come on, Grace, please just let me in.

No!

- (GASPS)
- Grace!

Let me in. We can sit down,

we can have a cup of tea,
we can talk about this reasonably.

- Sure, Time Lord to Earthling.
- Yes, that's right. I am a Time Lord.

- I thought you were a doctor.
- I thought you were a doctor!

I am calling an ambulance to
take you back to Psychiatric

from which you have obviously escaped!

Grace, we don't have time for this.

The Eye of Harmony is open. If I don't
close it, get my TARDIS and the Master

off this planet,
this planet will no longer exist!

- I'm calling the ambulance.
- Grace, we have until midnight.

(DIALLING)

Come on, come on.

Yes, yes, I'll hold.

- (KNOCKING)
- (GASPS)

Grace! I shall prove to you the Eye
of Harmony is open, look at this!

Yes...

Ah.

You see, already the molecular structure
of the planet is changing.

I'm going to need an ambulance
as soon as possible.

This is Doctor Grace Holloway.

At first, in subtle ways,
but soon in catastrophic ways.

I need a bed in Psychiatric.

By midnight tonight,
this planet will be pulled inside out.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(GASPS)

There will be nothing left.

I think you'd better make that two beds.

Doctor, Doctor. Come on,
she needs an ambulance.

REPORTER 1 ON TV:
...last night's shooting in Chinatown.

Police believe the murders...

Grace. Grace. I've lost 20 pounds.

Congratulations.

In 20 minutes? It's starting.

You can make a fortune
in the weight-loss business, Doctor.

REPORTER 1: ...about the strange
natural phenomena.

Since early this evening,
Bay Area tides have risen to levels

that break all records
for this time of year.

Flood warnings have gone out along
the Napa and Russian rivers...

Grace, look!

...and believe it or not, in Hawaii
it has even started snowing.

You maybe wondering what this has
to do with the millennium.

Scientists say that the freak conditions

are due to the very slight fluctuations
in the Earth's gravitational pull.

Fluctuations that apparently only happen
once every thousand years.

- Here's what our cameras in Hawaii...
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

I love humans. Always seeing patterns
in things that aren't there.

And most fashionable San Franciscans are
going tonight to ring in the new year.

And of course, you'll be there, won't you?

Naturally. Now, didn't you say they'll
see a clock getting started?

REPORTER 1: That's right, and you know,
it isn't just any old clock.

It happens to be the most
accurate atomic clock in the world,

and it's right here at the Institute of
Technological Advancement and Research

in downtown San Francisco.
So don't go away.

Atomic clock.

...any old clock...

the most accurate
atomic clock in the world.

That must be a beryllium clock!

- (DOORBELL RINGS)
- They're here.

Excellent! They can take us
straight to the Institute.

We need to go straight to the Institute of
Technological Advancement and Research.

Do you know where that is?

Of course I do.

(SIREN BLARING)

THE DOCTOR: What time is it now?

Half past ten. Don't worry, I'm on
the Board of Trustees at the Institute.

They'll listen to me.

Won't this thing go any faster?
Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Can't you give him a sedative?

Grace, why did you not say
you had access to a beryllium clock?

I was more concerned about
the Eye of Destruction.

- Harmony!
- Yes, yes.

And the fact that the planet will be
sucked through it at midnight.

I mean, face it. It's not often one has
a Time Lord in one's living room, Doctor.

He likes me to call him "Doctor".

- Well...
- You know, Freud had a name for that.

Transference.

Yes, very witty, Grace.

At least Freud would've
taken me seriously.

He'd have hung up his pipe
if he'd met you.

- Actually, we did meet.
- Oh, that's right. He's a Time Lord.

We got on very well.

- Did you know Madam Curie, too?
- Intimately!

- Did she kiss as good as me?
- As well as you.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Looks like a truck's
blocking all the lanes.

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

There you go...

This planet is about to be destroyed,
and I'm stuck in a traffic jam. Excuse me.

(ROARS)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! What is it?

(CLAMOURING)

I can't be injured like this!

Come on!

(PANTING)

Get it off me! Get it off me!
Get it off me!

- (CAR HORNS BLARING)
- (PANTING)

(CLUCKS)

Get it off me! Get it off me!

OFFICER: Hey, just keep back! Get back!

Stop right there, sir, ma'am.

Go back to your vehicle.

What? Stop! He's, er, he's British.

Yes, I suppose I am. Jelly Baby, Officer?

- Jelly Baby?
- Just take it.

(SMACKING LIPS)

(GRACE CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

Now, would you stand aside
before I shoot myself.

- Don't be a fool.
- Are you with me, Grace?

We don't stand a chance!

Would you excuse me, please?

Grace, I came back to life
before your eyes.

I held back death.

Look, I can't make your dream
come true forever,

- but I can make it come true today.
- MAN 1: Yo, let's go!

MAN 2: Taxis down here...

Give me the gun.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)

- (EXPLOSION)
- (GRUNTS) Hey!

OK, give him the keys.

Thank you.

(LAUGHING)

- What are we waiting for?
- The road's still blocked.

This is an ambulance!

Right.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (TYRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GASPS)

(HONKS HORN)

- Maybe I should have kept the gun.
- What?

Look!

- Doctor, look out!
- (HORN BLARING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Breathe in, Grace.

- LEE: Don't worry.
- I'm not worried.

What are you doing, Lee?

- This way's quicker.
- It better be.

Look, this is my town.
I know what I'm doing. Trust me.

Faster.

So, what's the plan, anyways?

THE MASTER: We'll let him get
to their clock, then we'll get his body.

I think we lost them.

Good, hold on!

(POLICE SIREN)

LEE: Hey, man, when I get all that gold,
you know what I'm going to do?

THE MASTER: I don't wanna know.

(CHUCKLES) You kill me.

You want me to kill you?

No! No, I mean you make me laugh, man.

(STAMMERING) You're a funny guy.

I'm glad one of us is amused.

Hey, look, cheer up, man.

You'll get your body back soon,
and then we're a team, right?

Yes, we're a team.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIRENS IN DISTANCE)

(TOOLS CLATTERING)

- Not again!
- (TYRES SCREECHING)

GRACE: Oh!

Great! I finally meet the right guy
and he's from another planet.

(SCREAMS)

- Doctor!
- Yes?

I only have one life.
Could you remember that?

I'll try!

Thank you!

(TYRES SCREECH)

Oh, no! Doctor, look.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Doctor Grace Holloway and guest.

- WOMAN 1: There you are.
- WOMAN 2: Hello, happy new year!

First time being on the board of this
place has ever done me any good.

He must have found a back way in.
I can't see him.

Sorry, no one beyond this point.

Oh, this is Doctor Bowman from London.
They're waiting for him. Come on.

You'll be allowed in with everyone else.

I'm on the Board of Trustees.

Thank you very much.

Come on.

WOMAN: (OVER PA) Welcome to the Institute
of Technological Advancement and Research.

After dinner, Professor Wagg
will invite you

to join him in celebrating
the official starting

of the world's most accurate timepiece,

the San Francisco Beryllium Atomic Clock.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How are we gonna get that
on the back of a bike?

No, no, we only
need the tiniest part of it.

People are starting to stare.
Why don't we just make conversation?

So, time travel's possible?

Anything's possible.

Why don't you have the ability to transform
yourself into another species like the...

Well, I do, you see, but only when I die.

And that rival Time Lord, The Master?

He's on his last life,
fighting to survive.

And the science has shown us
over and over,

in the fight for survival
there are no rules.

Also, Grace, if I tell you a secret,
you must promise not to tell.

(LAUGHING) Professor Wagg.
This is Doctor Bowman.

He's from London. He was just going
to share a secret with us.

Yes. Er, Professor, is there a chance
of a closer look at the clock?

No!

No, I'm afraid that I am the only
person allowed up there.

Oh, can't you just
bend the rules a little?

No.

- Oh, but you see...
- Grace says you have a big secret.

What is it?

I'm half-human.

On my mother's side.

(LAUGHING)

Very clever. Happy new year.

Yes, I think you must be.

- WAITER: Champagne?
- Oh!

- THE DOCTOR: Grace...
- Oh.

(WHISPERING) This is when I wish
I had my sonic screwdriver.

GRACE: What?

(RAPID BEEPING)

You see? I told you it was small.

What is it they say?

(CHUCKLES)
Yes, they say that on my planet, too.

- I know you.
- You do, huh?

Gareth, answer the second question
on you mid-term exam, not the third.

The third may look easier,
but you'll mess it up.

What?

Remember, answer the second question.
Don't forget!

I won't. Now can I see
what's in your hand, sir?

Mmm...

GRACE: What was that all about?

Ten years from now, Gareth will head the
Seismology unit of the UCLA Task Force

and devise a system for accurately
predicting earthquakes.

- You mean that, don't you?
- Of course!

His inventions save the human race several
times, but first he must graduate in poetry.

(SOFTLY) Look!
There's the kid who took your stuff.

You see who he's with? Come on.

(GASPS)

The Master?

THE DOCTOR:
You're lucky he only got your wrist.

- (GUNSHOT)
- (BOTH EXCLAIM)

- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- Why'd you do that?

- Liven things up. Come on!
- (ALARM SOUNDING)

BOTH: Door!

You're not afraid of heights, are you?

- Yeah.
- So am I.

Everyone, stay calm! Remain inside!

Don't panic! Everything is under control.

- (GRUNTS)
- (DOOR BANGING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(CRASHING)

You go upstairs, I'll seal the exits.

THE MASTER: Doctor!

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

- (ENGINE RUMBLES)
- Here we go again.

So, do you know what's going happen to me?

You don't want to know!

Right. You can't not tell me!

- Grace.
- Oh, God.

Brian's gonna move in again!

I can't say!

Please?

The universe hangs by such a delicate
thread of coincidences.

It's useless to meddle with it,
unless, like me, you're a Time Lord.

All right.

- So just give me few pointers.
- (CHUCKLES)

- There she is.
- A police box?

- Key.
- Now I always leave a spare key...

BOTH:
...in a secret compartment above the door.

Great minds thing alike. Up you go.

- (GRUNTS)
- It's in a cubbyhole above the P.

Got it. Why a police box?

Its cloaking device got stuck
on a previous misadventure,

but I like it like this.

(SIREN BLARING)

Doctor.

OFFICER: I've got no brakes!

- (SIREN FADES)
- (TYRES SCREECH)

(SIREN APPROACHING)

(CHUCKLES) Oh, my.

- Wow!
- Do you hear that?

- Yeah.
- That's a warning. The TARDIS is dying.

- This is amazing.
- It's no good.

We don't even have enough
auxiliary power to move next door.

The beryllium chip, Grace.

- Yes, Doctor.
- Careful!

Yes, Doctor.

- This looks pretty low-tech.
- "Low-tech"?

Grace, this is a Type 40 TARDIS, able to
take you to any planet in the Universe

and to any date in that planet's
existence. Temporal physics.

Oh, you mean like
interdimensional transference.

That would explain the spatial
displacement we experienced

as we passed over the threshold.

Yes, if you like.

Yes!

(AIR WHOOSHING)

There! The Eye is closing.

(RELIEVED LAUGHTER)

Now, let's see.

(BANGING) Come on. Come on.

- Oh, no.
- What?

I have a horrible feeling
we're already too late.

- It's 11:48. We still have eleven minutes.
- There is no context. Hold on.

(MACHINES POWERING UP)

What are you doing?

I'm setting coordinates for
one minute after midnight.

- Why?
- If this is true,

the Eye has been open too long
and there is no future.

I only hope... Oh, no!

Is this thing reliable?

Whatever's happening can't
be stopped by closing the Eye.

- Well, how come you didn't know that?
- I haven't opened the Eye before.

Now you tell me.

Grace, closing the Eye may not be enough.

We have to go back to
before the Eye was opened.

- Maybe even before we arrived.
- This is a time machine.

- With no power.
- What?

The Eye being open so long
must have drained the TARDIS.

- Great!
- I'm sorry.

You must have the power to get back.
You must!

- Not enough!
- What about all those glorious predictions?

All that knowledge about what's going to
happen to Gareth, to me, to this city?

That must come from somewhere. Think!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Are you any good at setting alarm clocks?

- No!
- Grace!

- (STAMMERING) I'll try. OK.
- Listen very carefully...

We pre-set the coordinates
just as I divert the power

from within the Eye itself
into the time rotor here.

- We jump-start the TARDIS?
- We jump-start the TARDIS!

What do I do?

Hit the top switch on the console there.
The top one.

Good. Now pass me the neutron ram.

Grace? Grace, the neutron ram.

Look, I'll show you.

(CRASH)

(CLATTERING)

(GROANS)

Oh, no. Oh, not you, Grace.

This is no time to play
doctors and nurses.

It's no good talking to her.
She's possessed.

You. You took my things. Where are they?

They're not your things anymore.

Pretty soon, everything around here's
going to belong to the Master again.

"Again"?

What's he been telling you?

When he gets his body back from you,
I'm going to be rich.

And you believe him?

(SCOFFS) Why shouldn't I?

I suppose he neglected to mention that there
won't be any place to spend your money?

(SLAPS)

Which is why we have no time to waste.

But time to change.

I always dress for the occasion.

Well, I'm glad to see that you are aware
of the gravity of the situation.

I never liked this planet, Doctor.

Well, that's good, because
any minute now it shall cease to exist.

What's the time?

Time enough for me to get my body,
get out of here, and take Lee with me.

Lee is the son I have always yearned for.

Oh, please!

Grace.

Put it on him. I suspect you know how.

Lee, this is my TARDIS.

This is my Eye and I'm in my own body.

The Master has run out of all his lives,
now he plans to steal mine.

That's the truth! Look at Grace!

She's possessed by evil, not goodness.

(MASTER COUGHING)

This won't hurt, much.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (PARTY HORNS BLOWING)

I didn't think I would make it.

Hey, baby.

MAN: Hey, Pete!

(PARTY HORN BLARES)

My life's work.

(CHANTS) Om.

Om.

In 700 years no one
has managed to open the Eye.

How did you do it?

Simple. Lee is human
and you are only half.

Lee, open the Eye for me, please.

- (GLASS CLINKING)
- Mr Wagg!

Ladies and gentlemen, in three minutes
the world will enter a new millennium,

and with it a new standard of accuracy

will come to how we measure time.

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(FEEDBACK HUMMING)

What do you mean, it won't start?

Lee, this is your last chance!

This is my only chance.

He's right, Doctor.
There's nothing for him here.

No family, no gangs, only death.

But with me, he gets see the Universe.

This is his last chance to stay alive,
and you know it.

What do you know of last chances?

More than you!

I have wasted all my lives
because of you, Doctor,

and I will be rid of you.

All your lives! Didn't you
tell Lee I'd stolen your lives?

Lee, he's lying. He's used all
his lives, now he wants mine.

Like I told you, this is my TARDIS,
this my body.

Don't believe him. Open the Eye.

He said it himself, Lee.
He's wasted his lives, all of them.

- Open the Eye.
- No!

You lied to me!

(SOFTLY) Lee. Lee.

I would never lie to you.

I would only protect you.

- (BONES SNAP)
- No!

How will you open the Eye now?

Grace, come here.

Unless I'm mistaken, in her present
state of mind, that won't work!

Her eyes aren't human anymore.

Watch...

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

See? Now they're human.

- No! Grace, close your eyes!
- (GRACE SCREAMING)

Too late!

(GRACE WHIMPERING)

I'm blind!

Your sight will return, Grace!

What's happening?

He can't move so long as the Eye links us.

Remember, Grace! Remember!

Reroute the power!

In the console room, go!

But you'll die if I leave you!

We'll all die if you don't!
Run! Run, Grace!

I'm taking your lives, Doctor.

Run!

I can hear your thoughts, Doctor.

I can feel your memories.

Oh. Oh.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

This can't be how it ends.

Stop this. Please. Stop!

God, please!

Oh, what have I done?

- (PARTY HORN BLARES)
- Thirty seconds!

29, 28, 27, 26, 25...

(SNARLING)

- (WATCH TICKING)
- 20, 19, 18...

(GROANS)

17, 16, 15...

12, 11, 10...

And I thought surgery was difficult.

Nine...

Eight...

Rerouting the power.

I'm alive.

(SCREAMING)

- Seven.
- Any minute now.

(SHRIEKS)

Six...

I'm alive. I'm alive!

- That's all the time we have...
- Three...

I am alive!

(TARDIS BELL TOLLS)

One! (POPS)

(TICKING)

(WHOOSHING)

(EXPLOSION)

THE DOCTOR: We have to go back
to before the Eye was opened,

maybe even before we arrived!

Alarm clock, alarm clock,
think alarm clock!

(MACHINERY GRINDING)

"Temporal orbit"?

What's a "temporal orbit"?

She did it.

Your life force is dying, Master.

No!

(PANTING)

We're in temporal orbit, Doctor.
What is it?

What is that?

(DEEP GROWLING)

(GRACE SCREAMS)

(CRASHES TO FLOOR)

Grace! No!

Grace...

- (MASTER ROARS)
- (CRASHING NOISE)

You are my life.

(GRUNTS IN PAIN)

(EXCLAIMS)

You want dominion over the living,
yet all you do is kill!

Life is wasted on the living!

- (STRUGGLING)
- (GRUNTS)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

Give me your hand!

Never!

Doctor!

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Doctor, I have your things.

Hello, Grace.

Well, how does it feel to hold back death?

(CLANGING)

Incredible. Did you see that?

What a sentimental old thing
this TARDIS is.

Well, congratulations. You've both been
somewhere I've never been.

- It's nothing to be scared of, Doctor.
- Oh, glad to hear it.

Did we go back far enough?

Either that or I'm talking to a couple
of ghosts and I don't believe in ghosts.

(THE DOCTOR HUMMING)

So, uh, where's the Master?

(LOW GROWLING)

Indigestion.

So, let's see where we are.

There. The future.

Wow...

Look over there, on the other
side of your galaxy. That's home.

GRACE: Gallifrey.

THE DOCTOR: Two hundred
and fifty million light years away.

Phew.

That's a good ten minutes
in this old thing.

(CHUCKLES) So, where are we?

December 29th.
Do you want to get off here?

I don't think I could
live through that again.

I definitely wouldn't live
through that again.

Reason enough.

(POWERS OFF)

(POWERS ON)

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

- (PARTY HORN)
- (EXCLAIMS)

That's not funny!

Eleven, ten...

Nine, eight, seven...

Six, five...

Four, three, two, one!

(POPS)

- Have a happy new year...
- (CACKLING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(LAUGHS)

Happy new year. Happy...
Can you believe it?

2000.

(TARDIS WHOOSHING)

(CROWD SINGING)

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

Now, that's as it should be.

Your things.

(GASPS) My sonic screwdriver. Thank you!

And, uh, these, too.

Please, keep them.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

I'd better go before you change your mind.

Lee! Next Christmas, take a vacation.

Just don't be here.

Right, thanks!

Thanks, Doctor!

See you around, Grace! Happy New Year!

There you go, interfering again.

Grace, something you should know...

- Don't tell me.
- Why not?

I know who I am. And that's enough.

I'm glad.

Come with me.

You come with me.

- Me come with you?
- Yes.

- Me come with you?
- (CHUCKLES)

(CROWD CHEERING)

It's tempting.

I'm going to miss you.

How can you miss me? I'm easy to find.
I'm the guy with two hearts, remember?

That's not what I meant.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- No, no. Thank you, Doctor!

(CHUCKLES)

(CAR HORNS BLARING)

(MOUTHS) Bye.

(TARDIS WHOOSHING)

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER GRAMOPHONE)

(SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING)

Sounds better.

Right, where to next?

(SIGHS)

Where was I?

- (RECORD SKIPPING)
- Oh, no, not again!