ACE: He's right, you know.

DOCTOR: Who is?  

ACE: The coffee-stall man. It is a funny old world.

DOCTOR: I know. But it could have been a lot worse.

ACE: Well, it has been, hasn't it? But we sorted that out. Like I say, we done good.

(She grinned at the Doctor. To her great relief, he grinned back. They walked along the misty riverbank together, on towards the lights and the music.)

DOCTOR: Too scared to come out and fight, eh? You dictators are all the same, letting the little people do the dirty work while you sit in your ivory towers enjoying the fruits of their toil. Your manipulation of other species disgusts me almost as much as your perversion of nature. Call yourself superior? You wouldn't last a day out here on your own.

ACE: Polly? Isn't that the stuck-up Sloane Ranger you told me about? Don't worry, Professor, she'd probably only ask you for a contribution to Conservative Party funds.

The bomb that fell on Hiroshima was but the direct descendant of the bone the first caveman had used to kill his prey. By freeing Kirith from the tyranny of hunger the Panjistri had effectively abolished war and helped the planet leapfrog many thousands of years of painful evolution. It was no small achievement.

DOCTOR: You live in paradise, you start to wonder who empties the bins.

SMITH: I've discovered a lot in the last few weeks. I've found out that being the Doctor... it's not about having special knowledge or abilities. It's about not being cruel. It's about not being afraid. There are monsters out there, yes. Terrible things. But you don't have to become one in order to defeat them. You can be peaceful in the face of their cruelty. You can win by being cleverer than they are. I tried to give up so much- my responsibilities, my past, my guilt. But others kept these things safe for me. Now, one last time, I, John Smith, will be the Doctor again, and go on an adventure, and defeat the monsters. It doesn't take an object to let you do that. It takes determination. And hope for humanity. And love.

EDITOR: We are a species predated from cradle to grave. From our waking thoughts to our

sleeping dreams, there is no escape.

CONSCIENCE 2: I don't

EDITOR: Every person alive today is a battleground. A war is being fought in our head every

moment we exist. A conflict so violent it can destroy individuals and nations alike, yet one

fought with weapons possessing no weight or mass, no moment of inertia, no quantifiable

physical presence whatsoever.

CONSCIENCE 2: What?

EDITOR: Even ideas have a natural history, evolutionary trends, passive and aggressive

species. I'm talking about predatory concepts, ideas that attack and engulf, direct the actions

of the host mind, spread by simple contact through language and movement, consuming and

converting social and ethnic groups, even entire species, in the name of survival, of progress.

CONSCIENCE 2: That's

EDITOR: An example. You and I, talking together about the idea I have. An equal exchange,

you might think. You might even think you can choose whether to believe me or not. I'm

exposing you, infecting you. The concept is in control. I am merely its vector. Your only

protection is how stupid you are. The problem is that stupid people make mistakes, and die.

Evolution deselects them for survival, which only leaves intelligent people. And intelligent

people, people who understand things more readily and are more flexible, are, by definition,

more susceptible to infection by new ideas.

CONSCIENCE 2: I feel. Oh, that sound. What?

EDITOR: By keeping the people stupid, you prevent the spread of infectious ideas. The State

has kept us stupid. You, me, everyone, for generations. We're living in a box, quarantined,

prisoners of an endless today, isolated from infection by tomorrow. When a humming top is

at the acme of its gyration it becomes so steady and quiet that it doesn't seem to move. In this

state, it is said to sleep. Dormir comme un sabot. Everyone alive today in Light City is asleep.

Everyone except you and me. Toys, people, everything is reclaimed, revised, a closed loop

endlessly repeating. If it were a mind, the State would be in fugue, psychological retreat,

endlessly fleeing the predator future. Break the cycle. Break open the box. Infection, ideas, change. Things begin again.

CHARLEY (reading the letter): Dear Doctor, it's been such a long journey for both of us. I never ever wanted it to end, but end it has, we both know that.

DOCTOR: Oh, Charley, no.

CHARLEY (reading the letter): A long time ago now I said you were the oddest man I'd ever met. You are that still. You are the best man I've ever met too. But we've chanced our luck once too often I think, so I'm bailing out. Escape strategy number Five.

DOCTOR: Number Six!

CHARLEY (reading the letter): I'm going to disappear. There's no freedom like being dead. I can go anywhere, be anyone I want. Just like a Timelord really... Don't look for me, please. But remember me. I'll remember you, always. With love, the girl who never was.

ODUYA [on monitor]: Then let me ask, not as a representative, as a father. You need these children. We've seen you hooked up to that boy, but why? Are they keeping you alive?

456: No.

ODUYA: Then what are they for?

456: The hit.

ODUYA: I don't understand.

456: The hit. They create chemicals. The chemicals are good.

ODUYA: Good in what way?

456: We feel good. The chemicals are good.

DOCTOR: Imagine it, Adelaide, if you began a journey that takes the human race all the way out to the stars. It begins with you, and then your granddaughter, you inspire her, so that in thirty years Susie Fontana Brooke is the pilot of the first lightspeed ship to Proxima Centauri. And then everywhere, with her children, and her children's children forging the way. To the Dragon Star, the Celestial Belt of the Winter Queen, the Map of the Watersnake Wormholes. One day a Brooke will even fall in love with a Tandonian prince, that's the start of a whole new species. But everything starts with you, Adelaide. From fifty years ago to right here, today. Imagine.

ADELAIDE: Who are you? Why are you telling me this? Doctor, why tell me?

DOCTOR: As consolation.

LUCIE: Everything's changed.

DOCTOR: Lucie I was wrong. I should have told you.

LUCIE: Now I'll never be able to trust you again. Properly like.

DOCTOR: But people are fallible.

LUCIE: Not you, though. Not you.

DOCTOR: Yes me, Lucie, me. I'm no superhero you know, I don't have X-ray eyes, I can't leap tall buildings with a single bounce.

LUCIE: But you travel in time and space, you've got two hearts, you live in a magic box that's bigger on the inside, you know all about stuff! You are the Doctor! You are brilliant. And it was great. I mean really bleeding great and, well, that's how I wanna remember it. That's how I wanna remember you.

DOCTOR: So I'm just a memory now?

LUCIE: Yeah, the best memory I've got.

( The Doctor walks away towards the TARDIS)

LUCIE: Yeah, I remember the Doctor, he was great, we had a great time, an amazing time, then one night he just disappeared in his magic box, just disappeared, and I'll never forget him. Never.

JO: I only left you because I got married. Did you think I was stupid?

DOCTOR: Why do you say that?

JO: I was a bit dumb. Still am, I suppose.

DOCTOR: Now what in the world would make you think that, ever, ever, ever?

JO: We'd been travelling down the Amazon for months, and we reached a village in Cristalino, and it was the only place in thousands of miles that had a telephone, so I called you. I just wanted to say hello. And they told me that you'd left, left UNIT, never came back. So I waited and waited, because you said you'd see me again. You did, I asked you and you said yes. You promised. So I thought, one day, I'd hear that sound, Deep in the jungle, I'd hear that funny wheezing noise, and a big blue box right in the middle of the rainforest. You see, he wouldn't just leave. Not forever. Not me. I've waited my whole silly life.

DOCTOR: But you're an idiot.

JO: Well, there we have it.

DOCTOR: No, but don't you see? How could I ever find you? You've spent the past forty years living in huts, climbing up trees, tearing down barricades. You've done everything from flying kites on Kilimanjaro to sailing down the Yangtze in a tea chest. Not even the TARDIS could pin you down.

JO: Hold on. I did sail down the Yangtze in a tea chest. How did you know?

DOCTOR: And that family. All seven kids, twelve grandchildren, thirteenth on his way. He's dyslexic but that'll be fine. Great swimmer.

JO: So you've been watching me all this time?

DOCTOR: No. Because you're right, I don't look back. I can't. But the last time I was dying, I looked back on all of you. Every single one. And I was so proud.

JO: It really is you, isn't it?

DOCTOR: Hello.

DOCTOR: Don't let them build to full power.

RIVER: I know. There's a reason why I'm shooting, honey. What are you doing?

DOCTOR: Helping.

RIVER: You've got a screwdriver. Go build a cabinet.

DOCTOR: That's really rude.

RIVER: Shut up and drive!

GWEN: They built a concentration camp here in Britain today and you, you, you are one of the staff.

PATEL: The entire healthcare system is about to collapse. What else am I supposed to do?

GWEN: You say no. You say no, that's what you do. For the love of God, you say no.

PATEL: I can't.

GWEN: Don't you dare. Don't you dare. Don't you dare look at me and tell me you're obeying orders. Don't you bloody dare. Oh, and one more thing. Don't call yourself a doctor. Not anymore. Shame on you.

GWEN: It's me.

JACK: What do you mean?

GWEN: It's me. I caused this. I made this happen. I knew Torchwood was toxic right from the moment I joined up, the very first day, but I stayed.

JACK: I'm glad you did.

GWEN: Stop being so nice. We left nice behind a hundred miles back. I'm trying to be honest, okay? Because do you know what the worst thing is of all? Out of all the shit we have seen, all the bloodshed, all the horror, do you know what is worse than all of that? I loved it. I bloody loved it. And I'd keep telling Rhys I was sorry, and I'd say to little Anwen I'm sorry, but I loved it so much. I knew things no one else knew and, oh, I felt so special. And when we lost people, it was so, so big and I could say it was worth it. Because the bigger it was, the more important I was. And the more people we lost, the more that meant I was a survivor and I was better than them. My God, this is all my fault and now they've got my beautiful little girl and I wished this on her.

JACK: I used to think the same about Torchwood.

GWEN: That's what I'm saying. Have you got what I'm saying to you, Jack? What I'm saying is no more. Because I know exactly what you're thinking, Jack Harkness. I know it. She won't do this. Not really. Not my Gwen. No, Gwen, she can't hurt me. Gwen loves me. She'd never hand me in. Well, this is about my daughter. And I swear, for her sake, I will see you killed like a dog right in front of me if it means her back in my arms. Understood?

JACK: Understood. And let me tell you. Now that I'm mortal, I'm gonna hang on to this with everything I've got. I love you, Gwen Cooper, but I will rip your skin from your skull before I let you take this away from me. Understood?

GWEN: Understood. I feel like I know you now better than I've ever done before.

JACK: Yeah. Right at the end.

GWEN: Mmm. Right at the end.

ALEX: No one's going to tell us how to run our lives. I don't care who you are or what wheels have been set in motion. We'll sort it.

DOCTOR: I'm not just a professional. I'm the Doctor.

ALEX: What's that supposed to mean?

DOCTOR: It means I've come a long way to get here, Alex. A very long way. George sent a message. A distress call, if you like. Whatever's inside that cupboard is so terrible, so powerful, that it amplified the fears of an ordinary little boy across all the barriers of time and space.

ALEX: Eh?

DOCTOR: Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire. Through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities. You see these eyes? They're old eyes. And one thing I can tell you, Alex. Monsters are real.

ALEX: You're not from Social Services, are you?

(Little Amelia is sitting on her suitcase, looking out of the window. Rory tries to hold the door shut as the Minotaur pounds on it. Amy drops to her knees.)

AMY: Doctor, it's happening. It's changing me. It's changing my thoughts.

DOCTOR: I can't save you from this. There's nothing I can do to stop this.

AMY: What?

DOCTOR: I stole your childhood and now I've led you by the hand to your death. But the worst thing is, I knew. I knew this would happen. This is what always happens.

(The Minotaur bursts in.)

DOCTOR: Forget your faith in me. I took you with me because I was vain. Because I wanted to be adored. Look at you. Glorious Pond, the girl who waited for me. I'm not a hero. I really am just a mad man in a box. And it's time we saw each other as we really are.

(The Minotaur staggers backwards.)

DOCTOR: Amy Williams, it's time to stop waiting.

(Walter draws his gun and cocks it.)

DOCTOR: How old are you?

WALTER: Nearly nineteen.

(The Doctor is slowly walking forward.)

DOCTOR: That's eighteen, then. Too young to have fought in the war, so I'm guessing you've never shot anyone before, have you?

WALTER: First time for everything.

DOCTOR: But that's how all this started. Jex turned someone into a weapon. Now that same story's going to make you a killer, too. Don't you see? Violence doesn't end violence, it extends it, and I don't think you want to do this. I don't think you want to become that man.

WALTER: There's kids here.

DOCTOR: I know, who I can save if you'll let me.

WALTER: He really worth the risk?

DOCTOR: Don't know. But you are.

(Walter lowers his gun and walks away. The crowd disperses.)

DOCTOR: Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day.

(A black rook is knocked over by a football.)

CLARA: Hey, I said you could play chess, I did not say you could play football on the chessboard. Jack, Morgan, come on, help me out, clear it up.

(The Doctor whistles We Don't Need No Education, from Pink Floyd's The Wall.)

CLARA: Do you know what? Shut up! I am so sick of listening to you!

DOCTOR: Well, I didn't do it for Courtney. I didn't know what was going to happen. Do you think I'm lying?

(Clara is crying with rage.)

CLARA: I don't know. I don't know. If you didn't do it for her, I mean. Do you know what? It was, it was cheap, it was pathetic. No, no, no. It was patronising. That was you patting us on the back, saying, you're big enough to go to the shops by yourself now. Go on, toddle along.

DOCTOR: No, that was me allowing you to make a choice about your own future. That was me respecting you.

CLARA: Oh, my God, really? Was it? Yeah, well, respected is not how I feel.

DOCTOR: Right. Okay. Er.

CLARA: I nearly didn't press that button. I nearly got it wrong. That was you, my friend, making me scared. Making me feel like a bloody idiot.

DOCTOR: Language.

CLARA: Oh, don't you ever tell me to mind my language. Don't you ever tell me to take the stabilisers off my bike. And don't you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable. You walk our Earth, Doctor, you breathe our air. You make us your friend, and that is your moon too. And you can damn well help us when we need it.

DOCTOR: I was helping.

CLARA: What, by clearing off?

DOCTOR: Yes.

CLARA: Yeah, well, clear off! Go on. You can clear off. Get back in your lonely, your lonely bloody TARDIS and you don't come back.

DOCTOR: Clara. Clara.

CLARA: You go away. Okay? You go a long way away.

CLARA: Well, he was wrong, wasn't he? Wasn't he? Danny, what do you think?

DANNY: I think I've seen this look before.

CLARA: No, you haven't. This is new for me.

DANNY: No, not on your face. On mine.

CLARA: What did you do?

DANNY: I left the army.

CLARA: You loved the army.

DANNY: Yep. And then one day I didn't.

CLARA: I'm done, I'm done. I am finished with it. I am, I am, I'm done. It's over. I'm finished with him, and I told him that. What is that face for? Why don't you believe me?

DANNY: Because you're still angry. You can never finish with anyone while they can still make you angry. Tell him when you're calm, and then tell me.

(Clara hugs him.)

CLARA: When did you get to become so wise?

DANNY: Same way as anyone else. I had a really bad day.

RUSTY: I see your mind, Doctor. I see your universe.

DOCTOR: And isn't the universe beautiful?

RUSTY [OC]: I see beauty.

DOCTOR: Yes, that's good. That is good. Hold on to that.

RUSTY [OC]: I see endless, divine perfection.

DOCTOR: Make it a part of you. Remember how you feel right now. Put it inside you and live by it.

RUSTY [OC]: I see into your soul, Doctor. I see beauty. I see divinity. I see hatred.

DOCTOR: Hatred?

RUSTY: I see your hatred of the Daleks and it is good.

DOCTOR: No, no, no. You must see more than that, there must be more than that.

RUSTY: Death to the Daleks. Death to the Daleks. Death to the Daleks.

DOCTOR: No, there must be more than that. There must be more than that. Please.

RUSTY: Daleks are evil. Daleks must be exterminated. Daleks are evil.

(Rusty approaches his former comrades from the rear, while Morgan and his surviving soldiers prepare for them to break through the bulkhead door.)

MORGAN: God save us all.

RUSTY: Daleks must be exterminated.

(The Daleks turn and Rusty shoots them to pieces.)

RUSTY: Exterminate.

DALEK: Under attack from a Dalek!

(KaBOOMs all round!)

RUSTY: The Daleks are exterminated.

[Rusty's mind]

DOCTOR: Of course they are. That's what you do, isn't it?

CLARA: Okay. Tell me what you're thinking.

DANNY: I know men like him. I've served under them. They push you and make you stronger, till you're doing things you never thought you could. I saw you tonight. You did exactly what he told you. You weren't even scared. And you should have been.

CLARA: I trust him. He's never let me down.

DANNY: Fine. If he ever pushes you too far, I want you to tell me, because I know what that's like. You'll tell me if that happens, yeah?

CLARA: Yeah, it's a deal.

DANNY: No. It's a promise.