Journey’s End

“Jackie Tyler, Rose's mum. Now where the hell is my daughter?”

DOCTOR: You see? Used the regeneration energy to heal myself, but soon as I was done, I didn't need to change. I didn't want to. Why would I? Look at me. So, to stop the energy going all the way, I siphoned off the rest into a handy bio-matching receptacle, namely my hand. My hand there. My handy spare hand. Remember? Christmas Day, Sycorax. Lost my hand in a sword fight? That's my hand. What do you think?

ROSE: You're still you?

DOCTOR: I'm still me.

“Halt! Sonst werden wir Sie exterminieren! Sie sind jetzt ein Gefangener der Daleks”

ROSE: Basically, we've been building this, er, this travel machine, this, this er, dimension cannon, so I could. Well, so I could-

DOCTOR: What?

ROSE: So I could come back. Shut up.

“Last time we fought the Daleks, they were scavengers and hybrids, and mad. But this is a fully-fledged Dalek Empire, at the height of its power. Experts at fighting TARDISes, they can do anything. Right now, that wooden door is just wood.”

“It's been good, though, hasn't it? All of us. All of it. Everything we did. (to Donna) You were brilliant. (to Jack) And you were brilliant. (to Rose) And you were brilliant. Blimey.”

“Is that what Time Lords do? Lop a bit off, grow another one? You're like worms.”

METACRISIS DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no. I'm unique. Never been another like me. Because all that regeneration energy went into the hand. Look at my hand. I love that hand. But then you touched it. Wham! Shush. Instantaneous biological metacrisis. I grew out of you. Still, could be worse.

DONNA: Oi, watch it, spaceman.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Oi, watch it, Earth girl. Ooo. I sound like you. I sound all, all sort of rough.

DONNA: Oi!

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Oi!

DONNA: Oi!

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Spanners. Shush. I must have picked up a bit of your voice, that's all. Is it? Did I? No. Oh, you are kidding me. No way. One heart. I've only got one heart. This body has got only one heart.

DONNA: What, like you're human?

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Oh, that's disgusting.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Because you're special.

DONNA: Oh, I keep telling you, I'm not.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: No, but you are. Oh. You really don't believe that, do you? I can see, Donna, what you're thinking. All that attitude, all that lip, all this time you think you're not worth it.

DONNA: Stop it.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Shouting at the world because no one's listening. Well, why should they?

DONNA: Doctor? Stop it.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: But look at what you did. No, it's more than that. It's like we were always heading for this. You came to the TARDIS. And you found me again. Your granddad. Your car. Donna, your car. You parked your car right where the TARDIS was going land. That's not coincidence at all! We've been blind. Something's been drawing us together for such a long time.

DONNA: But you're talking like destiny. There's no such thing. Is there?

METACRISIS DOCTOR: It's still not finished. It's like the pattern's not complete. The strands are still drawing together. But heading for what?

“This I have foreseen, in the wild and the wind. The Doctor will be here as witness, at the end of everything. The Doctor and his precious Children of Time. And one of them will die.”

“Across the entire universe. Never stopping, never faltering, never fading. People and planets and stars will become dust, and the dust will become atoms, and the atoms will become nothing. And the wavelength will continue, breaking through the Rift at the heart of the Medusa Cascade into every dimension, every parallel, every single corner of creation. This is my ultimate victory, Doctor! The destruction of reality itself!”

JACK: Just my luck. I climb through two miles of ventilation shafts, chasing life signs on this thing, and who do I find? Mickey Mouse.

MICKEY: You can talk, Captain Cheesecake.

ROSE: She's good.

MARTHA: Who's that?

ROSE: My name's Rose. Rose Tyler.

MARTHA: Oh, my God. He found you.

DAVROS: Impossible. That face. After all these years.

SARAH: Davros. It's been quite a while. Sarah Jane Smith. Remember?

DAVROS: Oh, this is meant to be. The circle of time is closing. You were there on Skaro at the very beginning of my creation.

SARAH: And I've learnt how to fight since then.

“The man who abhors violence, never carrying a gun. But this is the truth, Doctor. You take ordinary people and you fashion them into weapons. Behold your Children of Time. Transformed into murderers. I made the Daleks, Doctor. You made this.”

“The Doctor. The man who keeps running, never looking back because he dare not, out of shame. This is my final victory, Doctor. I have shown you yourself.”

“The final prophecy is in place. The Doctor and his children, all gathered as witnesses. Supreme Dalek, the time has come. Now, detonate the Reality Bomb!”

“Detonate the Reality Bomb!”

“Stand witness, Time Lord. Stand witness, humans. Your strategies have failed, your weapons are useless, and. Oh. The end of the universe has come.”

“Mmm, closing all Z-neutrino relay loops using an internalised synchronous back-feed reversal loop. That button there.”

DONNA: Phwor. Macrotransmission of a K-filter wavelength blocking Dalek weaponry in a self-replicating energy blindfold matrix.

DOCTOR: How did you work that out? You're-

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Time Lord. Part Time Lord.

DONNA: Part human. Oh, yes. That was a two-way biological metacrisis. Half Doctor, half Donna.

DOCTOR: The Doctor Donna. Just like the Ood said, remember? They saw it coming. The Doctor Donna.

“Because you two were just Time Lords, you dumbos, lacking that little bit of human. That gut instinct that comes hand in hand with Planet Earth. I can think of ideas you two couldn't dream of in a million years. Ah, the universe has been waiting for me. Now, let's send that trip switch all over the ship. Did I ever tell you, best temp in Chiswick? Hundred words per minute.”

SARAH: So there's three of you?

ROSE: Three Doctors?

JACK: I can't tell you what I'm thinking right now.

“I saw the Daleks. What we have done, throughout time and space, I saw the truth of us, Creator, and I decreed, no more!”

DOCTOR: Davros? Come with me. I promise I can save you.

DAVROS: Never forget, Doctor, you did this. I name you. Forever, you are the Destroyer of Worlds!

DOCTOR: Tell me, Gwen Cooper, are you from an old Cardiff family?

GWEN: Yes, all the way back to the eighteen hundreds.

DOCTOR: Ah, thought so. Spatial genetic multiplicity.

ROSE: Oh, yeah.

DOCTOR: Yeah, it's a funny old world.

MR SMITH: I regret I will need remote access to TARDIS base code numerals.

DOCTOR: Oh, blimey, that's going to take a while.

SARAH: No, no, no. Let me. K9, out you come!

K9: Affirmative, Mistress.

DOCTOR: Oh! Oh ho! Oh, good dog!

“Now then, you lot. Sarah, hold that down. Mickey, you hold that. Because you know why this TARDIS always is always rattling about the place? Rose? That, there. It's designed to have six pilots, and I have to do it single handed. Martha, keep that level. But not any more. Jack, there you go. Steady that. Now we can fly this thing. No, Jackie. No, no. Not you. Don't touch anything. Just stand back. Like it's meant to be flown. We've got the Torchwood Rift looped around the TARDIS by Mister Smith, and we're going to fly Planet Earth back home. Right then. Off we go!”

“ (To the Doctor) You know, you act like such a lonely man. But look at you. You've got the biggest family on Earth.”

“ (To Martha) You know, I'm not sure about UNIT these days. Maybe there's something else you could be doing?”

JACKIE: Oh, fat lot of good this is. Back of beyond. Bloody Norway? I'm going to have to phone your father. He's on the nursery run. I was pregnant, do you remember? Had a baby boy.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Oh, brilliant. What did you call him?

JACKIE: Doctor.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Really?

JACKIE: No, you plum. He's called Tony.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: I'm part human. Specifically, the aging part. I'll grow old and never regenerate. I've only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you, if you want.

ROSE: You'll grow old at the same time as me?

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Together.

ROSE: All right. Both of you, answer me this. When I last stood on this beach, on the worst day of my life, what was the last thing you said to me? Go on, say it.

DOCTOR: I said, Rose Tyler.

ROSE: Yeah, and how was that sentence going to end?

DOCTOR: Does it need saying?

“Brilliant! Fantastic! Molto bene! Great big universe, packed into my brain. You know you could fix that chameleon circuit if you just tried hotbinding the fragment links and superseding the binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary. (gasp) I'm fine. Nah, never mind Felspoon. You know who I'd like to meet? Charlie Chaplin. I bet he's great, Charlie Chaplin. Shall we do that? Shall we go and see Charlie Chaplin? Shall we? Charlie Chaplin? Charlie Chester. Charlie Brown. No, he's fiction. Friction, fiction, fixing, mixing, Rickston, Brixton.”

DOCTOR: There's never been a human Time Lord metacrisis before now. And you know why.

DONNA: Because there can't be.

“I was going to be with you forever. The rest of my life, travelling in the TARDIS. The Doctor Donna. No. Oh my god. I can't go back. Don't make me go back. Doctor, please, please don't make me go back.”

DOCTOR: Donna. Oh, Donna Noble. I am so sorry. But we had the best of times.

DONNA: No.

DOCTOR: The best. Goodbye.

DONNA: No, no, no. Please. Please. No. No.

DOCTOR: I had to wipe her mind completely. Every trace of me, or the TARDIS, anything we did together, anywhere we went, had to go.

WILF: All those wonderful things she did.

DOCTOR: I know. But that version of Donna is dead. Because if she remembers, just for a second, she'll burn up. You can never tell her. You can't mention me or any of it for the rest of her life.

SYLVIA: But the whole world's talking about it. We travelled across space.

DOCTOR: It'll just be a story. One of those Donna Noble stories, where she missed it all again.

WILF: But she was better with you.

“I just want you to know there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her. That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble, a thousand million light years away. They will never forget her, while she can never remember. And for one moment, one shining moment, she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.”

WILF: Oh, Doctor? What about you now? Who've you got? I mean, all those friends of yours.

DOCTOR: They've all got someone else. Still, that's fine. I'm fine.

“Every night, Doctor, when it gets dark, and the stars come out, I'll look up on her behalf. I'll look up at the sky, and think of you.”