The Legend of Ruby Sunday

“Give me the loving!”

DOCTOR: Ruby, Rose. Rose, Ruby.

BOTH: Hi!

DOCTOR: Two different shades of red!

DOCTOR: That is the Vlinx.

VLINX: Greetings.

DOCTOR: Oh! Nice upgrade!

VLINX: Hot metal, Doctor.

MORRIS: I'm Morris Gibbons, UNIT scientific advisor. Thirteen years old, accelerated genius, thanks to a passing asteroid.

DOCTOR: Oh, man. Don't you see? It's an anagram. S Triad spells out... TARDIS. The name is TARDIS Technology.

KATE: Well, obviously. Thank you.

IBRAHIM: Even I got that.

KATE: Well, even without the TARDIS anagram, evil genius with secret alien software is top of our list. God knows we stopped enough of them. Well, except the obvious.

MORRIS: We'll get him.

RUBY: But, hold on, excuse me. Doctor, am I being thick here? How do you not know your own granddaughter? I mean, don't you recognise her?

DOCTOR: Er... The truth is, Time Lords can regenerate their faces like a disguise. So we look different, but we're still the same.

RUBY: Right. Okay. But what for?

DOCTOR: It can save us if we're dying, or sometimes we can hide ourselves away...

DOCTOR: ..with a new face.

DOCTOR: Does that sound mad?

RUBY: Just don't go changing yours, okay?

DOCTOR: Oh, no. I'm keeping this one for a long, long time.

“Name, anagram, TARDIS. Probability of a trap, 95% and rising.”

“Anything I can do to help. It's nice for me to get out. I'm always hiding myself away.”

CARLA: I just need you to look after Mum. It's only going to be for a couple of hours.

FLOOD: Oh, leave her to me. I nursed my old mum through diabetes and a hip operation. She died of an ulcer. But that was when I wasn't looking.

CHERRY: I would love a cup of tea.

FLOOD: Would you, sweetheart? Well, we'd all like a lot of things... that aren't going to happen.

CHERRY: What that supposed to mean?

FLOOD: I'd be very careful, Mrs Sunday. There's a storm coming in. He waits no more.

KATE: My father, he'd tell me stories about you when I was a kid. He'd sit there in the firelight, telling tales of the Doctor, his eyes... shining. But he never, ever mentioned a granddaughter.

DOCTOR: I was a different Doctor back then, Kate. Great enigma. Still can't shake it off. I'm trying.

KATE: If you've got a granddaughter, that means you've got kids!

DOCTOR: Well, not quite. Not yet.

KATE: But... You mean... you can have a granddaughter before a daughter?

DOCTOR: Life of a Time Lord.

KATE: But... Okay, the grandchild exists and you've got the TARDIS, but you've never gone back to see her. Why not?

DOCTOR: You've seen my life. I bring disaster, Kate. Disaster. What if I go back and ruin her?

KATE: For what it's worth, I think you bring joy.

KATE: Come here. Come on.

(Big hug.)

MEL: I'll have some of that.

(Another hug.)

MEL: Oh, yes!

DOCTOR: Hello, trouble.

KATE: Ruby, this is a gold security establishment. Even the Prime Minister can't walk into UNIT.

MORRIS: Especially the Prime Minister.

DOCTOR: Oh, we are not just going to analyse this... Kate, do you have a Time window?

KATE: You expressly told us in the 1970s, UNIT was absolutely forbidden to experiment with any form of time technology.

DOCTOR: Do you have a Time window?

KATE: Ten floors down.

“We've got sound and vision. I've never seen the window this strong.”

“If Time is memory and memory is Time, then what is the memory of a time machine?”

MORRIS: It's off the scale. That thing is hot. It's cold. It's radioactive. It's dead. It's everything. I don't know!

CARLA: I know its name. It's the Beast!

HARRIET: I've got image control. All desks link to mine. Coordinating... now.

KATE: What do you think?

HARRIET: It's a crude videotape of a snowstorm, 19 years old, kept under the bed in a shoe box. I was born for this.

“He has hidden in the howling void. He has hidden within the tempest. He has braved the storm and the darkness and the pain. And he whispered to the vessel. All this time, he whispered and delighted and seduced, and the vessel did obey, for none should be more mighty and none should be more wise than the King himself. And the Lord of Time was blind and vain, and knew nothing.”

HARRIET: There is the Toymaker, the god of games. There is Trickster, the god of traps. There is Maestro, the god of music. There is Reprobate, the god of spite. There is the Mara, the god of beasts. And the threefold deity of malice and mischief and misery. There are gods of skin and shame and secrets. There is Incensor the god of disaster and her children, called Doubt and Dread. And standing on high is the mother and father and other of them all.

For the god of all gods has returned, and his names are many.

His name has been Set. And Seth. And Sithifer. And his one true name for evermore is... Sutekh!

“I am Sutekh, the god of death. I am the night. I am the terror. I am the loss. And all life will perish at my hand!”

“Did you think I was family, Doctor? I bring Sutekh's gift of death for you and for all your tiny, vile, incessant universe!”