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21 September 2014 @ 09:31 pm
Transcript: 8x01 Deep Breath Part 2  


INT. SHAFT, DAY

DOCTOR:
You've got to admire their efficiency.

CLARA:
Is it OK if I don't?

INT. SHIP, DAY

The booth comes to a rest in an open room that has been unused for so long, it has turned to rust. The HALF-FACE MAN is sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, his back to the shaft. There are figures standing in alcoves around the room.

DOCTOR:
Hello? Hello, are you the manager? I demand to speak to the manager.

CLARA:
This is not a real restaurant, is it?

DOCTOR:
Well... it's more a sort of automated organ collection station for the unwary diner. Sweeney Todd without the pies.

CLARA:
So, where are we now?

DOCTOR:
Factually, an ancient spaceship, probably buried for centuries, functionally... a larder.

CLARA:
So why hasn't somebody come for us?

DOCTOR:
We're alive.

CLARA:
We're alive in a larder.

DOCTOR:
Exactly. It's cheaper than freezing us.

CLARA:
OK.

The DOCTOR leans forward, the sonic screwdriver peeking out from under the coat.

DOCTOR:
Are you ready?

CLARA:
Go for it.

DOCTOR:
Don't let it roll away.

CLARA:
No.

DOCTOR:
We've got one shot at this.

CLARA:
Next time, make one that doesn't roll.

DOCTOR:
Go!

The DOCTOR shakes the sonic loose and it falls to the floor. CLARA tries to reach it with her feet.

DOCTOR:
Got it?

CLARA:
I can only just about reach.

DOCTOR:
(softly) Oh, it's at times like this I miss Amy.

CLARA:
Who?

DOCTOR:
Nothing.

CLARA grips the sonic between her shoes.

CLARA:
Ready?

DOCTOR:
Don't miss!

CLARA kicks up the sonic and it lands in a rather sensitive spot in the DOCTOR’S lap.

DOCTOR:
Oh-h!

CLARA:
Oh. Sorry, did I hit... something?

DOCTOR:
Oh, the symbolism!

The DOCTOR picks up the sonic with his fingers and uses it on the restraints.

CLARA:
(stands) You should make that thing voice-activated. Oh, for God's sake, it is, isn't it?

DOCTOR:
I don't want to talk about it.

They spot one of the figures in an alcove. It is dressed like a Mandarin.

CLARA:
Doctor?

DOCTOR:
(studies it up close) Dormant.

CLARA:
How do you know?

DOCTOR:
I don't. I'm just hoping.

They look around cautiously.

CLARA:
So... is it these guys that killed the dinosaur?

DOCTOR:
Well, if they're harvesting organs, a dinosaur would have some great stuff.

CLARA:
Why would robots need organs? Burke and Hare from space?

DOCTOR:
No, but that's a good theory. Droids harvesting spare parts. That rings a bell.

They stop and look at the HALF-FACE MAN as he sits still in a chair.

DOCTOR:
Captain, my Captain.

CLARA:
Can he see us?

DOCTOR:
Dormant.

CLARA:
Hoping?

DOCTOR:
Yep. Oh, look! (hurries to the chair and lifts a wire) He's recharging. He's asleep. (waves fingers in front of the other’s face) Doesn't even know we're here.

CLARA:
Are you sure?

DOCTOR:
Sure, not sure - one or the other.

CLARA:
(peers at the HALF-FACE MAN) OK, so half-man, half-robot. A cyborg, yeah?

DOCTOR:
Oh.

CLARA:
Oh?

DOCTOR:
Oh-h.

CLARA:
Oh?

DOCTOR:
Look at the hands.

CLARA:
What about them?

DOCTOR:
Look at them.

CLARA:
I'm looking.

DOCTOR:
(holds up both hands) They don't match. These hands don't belong to the same body.

CLARA:
I don't understand.

DOCTOR:
I don't blame you. See, this...this is not your normal cyborg. This isn't a man turning himself into a robot. This is a robot turning himself... into a man, piece by piece.

CLARA:
That's what the restaurant's for.

DOCTOR:
Well, it would need a constant supply of spare parts. You can tan skin, but organs rot. Some of that metalwork looks Roman. Wonder how long it's been around, how much of the original is even left. The eyeballs look very fresh, though. Eugh!

The HALF-FACE MAN’S arms move and the DOCTOR and CLARA jump back.

CLARA:
Aggh!

The HALF-FACE MAN places his hands on the arm of the chair. We can see the clockwork gears turning in his head.

CLARA:
Is it awake?

DOCTOR:
It's waking up... I think.

CLARA motions with her hands for them to leave.

DOCTOR:
OK, let's go.

They move slowly and quietly through an open door. The DOCTOR stops and turns back through.

DOCTOR:
I've seen this before. I'm missing something!

CLARA:
Doctor!

DOCTOR:
It's the brand-new head, rebooting! (taps his head) Come on! I've seen this before!

CLARA hurries back and guides him back towards the door.

CLARA:
Oh, hurry up, get out. (pushes him through the doorway)

The HALF-FACE MAN begins to move as CLARA looks back. The door slides closed leaving CLARA trapped.

CLARA:
Doctor!

The DOCTOR uses the sonic on the door and it rises partway but not enough for CLARA to get through.

CLARA:
Quickly!

Through the window, the DOCTOR sees the HALF-FACE MAN unplug himself.

DOCTOR:
Sorry, too slow. There's no point in them catching us both.

CLARA:
Well, give me the screwdriver!

DOCTOR:
I might need it. (uses the sonic to close the door)

They look at each other through the window and then the door leaves.

CLARA:
Doctor? (looks over and sees HALF-FACE MAN walk to booth) Oh!

CLARA presses herself into the indentation by the door to hide. When the HALF-FACE MAN turns away, CLARA tries to escape by another door. She finds an empty alcove and takes up position like the other robots. The Chinese robot bends to look at her. CLARA remembers the DOCTOR’S words from the restaurant.

DOCTOR: (v.o.)
'Something else they're not doing.'

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INT. RESTAURANT, DAY

DOCTOR:
(pulls another hair from CLARA and drops it) Breathing.

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INT. SHIP, DAY

The HALF-FACE MAN strides towards CLARA.

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INT. RESTAURANT, DAY

DOCTOR:
How long can you hold your breath?

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INT. SHIP, DAY

CLARA takes a deep breath and holds it. The HALF-FACE MAN stops and tilts his head. CLARA’S eyes open wide and her brow furrows. The HALF-FACE MAN walks away. A tear falls down CLARA’S cheek as she watches the Chinese robot move away. In order to fit in, she walks with jerky movements towards the now open door and into the hall beyond.

INT. SHIP, HALL, DAY

CLARA walks down the hall still holding her breath. There are robots lining both sides of the hall. She runs around the corner and struggles holding her breath. She can barely keep walking and her face perspires and her eyes water. Her vision starts to go as she begins to see red. Soon she can’t hold it any longer and she gasps for breath as she falls to the floor.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Bring her.

As a robot picks her up and drags her to the main room, CLARA begins to hallucinate, flashing back to her first day teaching and the students are unruly.

INT. SCHOOLROOM, DAY

CLARA stands at the front of the class but the students ignore her.

CLARA:
All right, stop. Stop it, all of you, now.

MALE STUDENT:
Ha-ha! It's her first day.

CLARA:
If you don't stop it, I'm going to have each and every single one of you kicked out of this school!

FEMALE STUDENT:
Go on, then. Do it!

INT. SHIP, DAY

CLARA comes to lying on the floor in front of the HALF-FACE MAN sitting in his chair.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Where is the other one? There was another. Where is he? Where is the other? You will tell us... or you will be destroyed.

CLARA:
What did you say?

HALF-FACE MAN:
You will tell us.

CLARA:
Yeah, I know, or what?

HALF-FACE MAN:
You will die.

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INT. SCHOOLROOM, DAY

FEMALE STUDENT:
Go on, then. Do it!

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CLARA:
(stands) Go on, then. Do it. I'm not going to answer any of your questions, so you have to do it. You have to kill me. Threats don't work unless you deliver.

HALF-FACE MAN:
You will tell us where the other one is.

CLARA:
Nope.

HALF-FACE MAN:
You will be destroyed.

CLARA:
Destroy me, then. And if you don't, then... I not going to believe a single threat you make from now on. Of course, if I'm dead, then... I can't tell you where the other one went, then... You need to keep this place down here a secret, don't you? Never start with your final sanction. You've got nowhere to go but backwards.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Humans feel pain.

CLARA:
Bigger threat to smaller threat - see what I mean? Backwards.

HALF-FACE MAN:
The information can be extracted by means of your suffering.

CLARA:
Are you trying to scare me? Well, cos I'm already bloody terrified of dying... and I'll endure a lot of pain for a very long time before I give up the information that's keeping me alive. How long have you got?

HALF-FACE MAN stands.

CLARA:
All you can offer me is my life - what you can't do is threaten it. You can negotiate.

HALF-FACE MAN removes his right hand and lifts it to where it grips his lapel.

CLARA:
(backs away) OK, OK, OK! OK, yes, yes, yes, I'm crying and it's just because I am very frightened of you. If you know anything about human beings, that means you...(points a finger at him) you're in a lot trouble.

HALF-FACE MAN attaches a blowtorch to his arm and holds it out towards CLARA.

HALF-FACE MAN:
We will not negotiate.

CLARA:
You don't have a choice. I tell you what, I'll answer your questions if you answer mine.

HALF-FACE MAN:
We will not answer questions.

CLARA:
We'll take turns, I'll go first. Why did you kill the dinosaur?

HALF-FACE MAN:
We will not answer questions.

CLARA:
Why did you kill the dinosaur?

HALF-FACE MAN:
We will not answer questions!

CLARA:
Then you might as well kill me, because I'm not talking again till you do. (looks away)

After a moment, the HALF-FACE MAN lowers the torch.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Within the optic nerve of the dinosaur is material of use to our computer systems.

CLARA:
You burned a whole dinosaur for a spare part? No, no, hang on. You know what's in a dinosaur's optic nerve, which means you've seen them before.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Where is the other one?

CLARA:
How long have you been rebuilding yourselves? Look at the state of you! Is there any real you left? What's the point?

HALF-FACE MAN:
We will reach the Promised Land.

CLARA:
The what? The Promised Land? What's that?

HALF-FACE MAN:
Where is the other one?

CLARA:
I don't know. But I know where he will be...where he will always be. If the Doctor is still the Doctor... he will have my back. (slowly reaches her right hand behind her back) I'm right, aren't I? Go on. Please, please, God, say I'm right.

Her hand is gripped and she’s is pulled away. It is the same figure who carried her down the hall and placed her on the floor. Hands reach up to peel off the face and reveal the DOCTOR.

DOCTOR:
Hello, hello, rubbish robots from the dawn of time, thank you for all the gratuitous information. Five foot one and crying - you never stood a chance. (slaps down HALF-FACE MAN’S torch hand) Stop it! (presses sonic into power source) This is your power source, and feeble though it is, I can use it to blow this whole room if I see one thing that I don't like, and that includes karaoke and mime, so take no chances. See, Clara? (throws face at CLARA who catches it) That's how you disguise yourself as a Droid.

CLARA:
Yeah, well, I didn't have a lot of time, I'd been suddenly abandoned!

DOCTOR:
Sorry. Well, no, actually I'm not, you're brilliant on adrenaline. And you were out of your depth, sir. Never try and control a control freak.

CLARA:
I am not a control freak! (throws down face)

DOCTOR:
Yes, ma'am.

CLARA:
Oh!

HALF-FACE MAN:
Why are you here?

DOCTOR:
Why did you invite us? The message, in the paper... that was you, wasn't it?

The HALF-FACE MAN looks at the DOCTOR, tilting his head.

DOCTOR:
Oh. I hate being wrong in public. Everybody forget that happened. (walks over to CLARA) Clara, say the word.

CLARA:
What word?

They back away from the advancing HALF-FACE MAN.

DOCTOR:
They never sent you in here without a word.

CLARA:
I don't want to say it.

DOCTOR:
I've guessed already.

CLARA presses a finger to her brooch as she and the DOCTOR speak in unison.

BOTH:
Geronimo!

From an opening in the ceiling, VASTRA and JENNY perform an aerial drop as they unroll with a silk sash. They both land gracefully and unsheathe their weapons.

VASTRA:
Remain still and lay down your weapons, in the name of the British Empire!

With a cry, STRAX falls to the floor as he tries to copy the same stunt.

VASTRA:
Strax!

STRAX:
Sorry.

JENNY:
I've told you before - take the stairs.

DOCTOR:
(to CLARA) Oh, look. The cavalry.

HALF-FACE MAN:
(advancing) I burned an ancient, beautiful creature for one inch of optic nerve. What do you think you can accomplish, little man?

DOCTOR:
What do you? Vastra?

VASTRA:
(blocks HALF-FACE MAN’S arm) The establishment upstairs has been disabled with maximum prejudice, and the authorities summoned.

CLARA:
Hang on, she called the police? We never do that, we should start.

DOCTOR:
(standing behind VASTRA) You see? Destroy us if you will, they're still going to close your restaurant. That was going to sound better.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Then we will destroy you. (motions to other robots)

The other robots step out of the alcoves, blades attached to their arms. The door opens to the hall allowing others inside. VASTRA pushes the HALF-FACE MAN away. He then advances with the others behind him. The DOCTOR and CLARA back away, VASTRA between them and the robots.

DOCTOR:
No, you won't. You're logical. You have restraint. You kill to survive - you're not a murderer.

CLARA:
He's not a what? This is a slaughterhouse.

DOCTOR:
And how does that make it different from any other restaurant? You weren't vegetarian the last time I checked. This is over. Killing us won't change that. What would be the point?

HALF-FACE MAN:
To find the Promised Land.

DOCTOR:
You're millions of years old, it's time you knew - there isn't one.

HALF-FACE MAN:
I am in search of paradise.

DOCTOR:
Yeah, well, me too. I'm not going to make it either.

The HALF-FACE MAN backhands the DOCTOR and he falls to the floor, the sonic slipping from his pocket.

CLARA:
Doctor! (kneels beside him)

The HALF-FACE MAN walks over to the booth at the base of the shaft.

HALF-FACE MAN:
I will leave in the escape capsule. Destroy where necessary.

VASTRA:
Escape capsule? This ship is millions of years old, it'll never fly.

HALF-FACE MAN:
It has been repaired.

VASTRA:
What with?

HALF-FACE MAN:
You.

STRAX:
Defensive positions everyone.

VASTRA, JENNY and STRAX surround the DOCTOR and CLARA as the robots encircle them.

CLARA:
Doctor! He's getting away!

INT. SHAFT, DAY

The booth starts up the shaft.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Your friend is intelligent. He'll know better than to follow me.

The DOCTOR holds on to a bar underneath the booth as it goes up.

EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY

The INSPECTOR arrives with two constables.

INSPECTOR:
Right, here we are, this is the place, come with me.

They enter the restaurant.

INT. SHIP, DAY

CLARA, VASTRA, JENNY and STRAX stand in a circle, backs to each other.

VASTRA:
It is our intent to leave. If it is your intent to stop us, perhaps we should get down to business.

INT. RESTAURANT, DAY

The INSPECTOR and the constables enter the dining room. He removes his hat, a stunned expression on his face. We see the “bodies” of the robots on the floor.

INSPECTOR:
Dear Lord, what has she landed us with this time?

The HALF-FACE MAN arrives and stands.

HALF-FACE MAN:
The restaurant is closed. (he lights the torch)

The police hurry through the doors.

EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY

INSPECTOR:
(puts hat back on) Keep everyone out. No-one goes in there!

INT. RESTAURANT, DAY

Two glasses of whisky are poured. The HALF-FACE MAN turns around and sees the DOCTOR sitting at the table.

HALF-FACE MAN:
What are you doing?

DOCTOR:
I've got the horrible feeling I'm going to have to kill you. I thought you might appreciate a drink first. I know I would. (sips whisky)

The HALF-FACE MAN pulls down a lever on the control panel.

EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY

The police look up as the building shakes and the roof opens.

INSPECTOR:
Watch out!

INT. RESTAURANT, DAY

Some dust falls as the DOCTOR rises and walks over to the HALF-FACE MAN.

DOCTOR:
51st century, right? Time travelling spaceship, crashed in the past. You're trying to get home the long way round.

HALF-FACE MAN:
I go to the Promised Land.

DOCTOR:
So you keep saying.

The HALF-FACE MAN presses another lever.

DOCTOR:
OK, so your restaurant is made out of your old ship, (picks up bouquet of roses) but you're wasting your time, it can't ever fly.

HALF-FACE MAN:
The escape pod is viable.

DOCTOR:
How? You can't patch up a spaceship with human remains. You know, this really is ringing a bell.

The HALF-FACE MAN presses a series of buttons and the building shakes and more dust falls.

DOCTOR:
OK, that's clever. How are you powering it? (strides to the control panel)

HALF-FACE MAN:
Skin.

EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY

A large balloon emerges from the roof.

INSPECTOR:
Get to the station! We need more men!

CONSTABLE:
What shall I tell them is happening?

INSPECTOR:
(shoves CONSTABLE) Go!

INT. SHIP, DAY

JENNY and VASTRA converse as they fight.

VASTRA:
How many do you estimate, my dear?

JENNY:
More than upstairs, about 20, 30?

VASTRA:
The ones upstairs were mere decoys. These are battle-ready. I anticipate a challenge.

STRAX:
(to CLARA while firing laser) Don't worry, my boy, we shall die in glory!

CLARA:
OK. Good-o!

EXT. RESTAURANT, DAY

A square escape capsule is tethered to the balloon as he floats away over London.

INT. ESCAPE POD, DAY

The DOCTOR pulls one of the fuses. It bears the name “SS Marie Antoinette”.

DOCTOR:
(backs away) "SS Marie Antoinette." Out-of-control repair Droids, cannibalising human beings. I know that this is familiar, but I just can't seem to place it.

HALF-FACE MAN:
How would you kill me?

DOCTOR:
"Sister ship of the Madame De Pompadour." (sniffs flowers) Nope, not getting it.

HALF-FACE MAN:
How would you kill me?

DOCTOR:
Why don't you have a drink first? It's only human.

HALF-FACE MAN:
I am not human.

DOCTOR:
Neither am I.

INT. SHIP, DAY

The fight goes on. However, no matter how hard they strike, the robots stand back up and continue the fight.

STRAX:
Why can't you stay dead, coward!

STRAX laughs, invigorated by the battle. VASTRA and JENNY keep pushing the robots away.

EXT. LONDON, DAY

The escape capsule floats over London.

INT. ESCAPE POD, DAY

The DOCTOR and the HALF-FACE MAN sit at the table and watch the city go by below.

DOCTOR:
What do you think of the view?

HALF-FACE MAN:
I do not think of it.

DOCTOR:
I don't think of it. I don't. Droids and apostrophes, I could write a book, except you are... barely a Droid any more. There's more human in you than machine. So tell me...what do you think of the view?

HALF-FACE MAN:
(walks to window and moves curtain) It is beautiful.

DOCTOR:
(stands and walks to the window) No, it isn't. It's just far away. Everything looks too small. I prefer it down there. Everything is huge. Everything is so important. Every detail, every moment, every life clung to.

HALF-FACE MAN:
How could you kill me?

DOCTOR:
For the same reason that you're asking me that question - because you don't really want to carry on. (walks away) What'll happen to the other Droids when you die? You're the control node, aren't you? Presumably they'll deactivate.

HALF-FACE MAN:
I will not die. I will reach the Promised Land.

DOCTOR:
There isn't any Promised Land. This is just... It's a superstition that you have picked up from all the humanity you've stuffed inside yourself.

HALF-FACE MAN:
I am not dead.

DOCTOR:
You are a broom. Question - you take a broom, you replace the handle, and then later you replace the brush and you do that over and over again. Is it still the same broom? Answer - no, of course it isn't. But you can still sweep the floor. Which is not strictly relevant, skip that last part. You have replaced every piece of yourself, mechanical and organic, time and time again - there's not a trace of the original you left. (holds up silver platter) You probably can't even remember where you got that face from.

The HALF-FACE MAN takes the platter and looks into it. On the other side, the DOCTOR’S new face is reflected back at him. The HALF-FACE MAN throws the platter onto a table.

HALF-FACE MAN:
It cannot end.

DOCTOR:
It has to. You know it does. And there's only one way out. (opens the doors)

HALF-FACE MAN:
Self-destruction is against my basic program.

The HALF-FACE MAN raises his hand to strike the DOCTOR while his back is turned.

DOCTOR:
And murder is against mine!

The DOCTOR turns just in time to block the HALF-FACE MAN and the two struggle in front of the open doors.

INT. SHIP, DAY

The group are surrounded by robots and disarmed. VASTRA tries in vain to spot JENNY.

VASTRA:
Jenny!

CLARA:
Hold your breath! They're stupid. Everybody hold their breath.

Everyone holds their breath and the robots pull away their weapons and pause. CLARA finds the sonic and crawls away. VASTRA makes her way to JENNY who is struggling holding her breath.

JENNY:
'I can't do it. I can't.'

VASTRA:
'Be brave, my love. I can store oxygen in my lungs. Share with me!' (kisses JENNY)

CLARA tries to use the sonic on the door but it won’t work.

INT. ESCAPE POD, DAY

The DOCTOR presses the HALF-FACE MAN against the door.

HALF-FACE MAN:
You are stronger than you look.

DOCTOR:
And I'm hoping you are too. This... is over. Are you capable of admitting that?

HALF-FACE MAN:
Do you have it in you to murder me?

DOCTOR:
Those people down there, they're never small to me. Don't make assumptions about how far I will go to protect them, because I've already come a very long way. And unlike you, I don't expect to reach the Promised Land.

The HALF-FACE MAN switches off the torch and lowers his arm. The DOCTOR backs away to the opposite door.

DOCTOR:
You realise, of course, one of us is lying about our basic programming.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Yes.

DOCTOR:
And I think we both know who that is.

They continue the stand-off.

INT. SHIP, DAY

STRAX struggles to raise his weapon.

VASTRA:
Stop!

They all release their breath and CLARA shakes the sonic as the robots reach out for her. Blades are pointed at STRAX. All of a sudden, the robots shut down. Their bodies collapse to the floor.

EXT. LONDON, WESTMINSTER CLOCK TOWER, DAY

The HALF-FACE MAN’S hat falls in slow motion in front of the clock face. We pan up to see him impaled on the spire.

INT. ESCAPE POD, DAY

The DOCTOR stares out the door.

INT. CARRIAGE, DAY

CLARA looks anxiously at JENNY and VASTRA during the drive.

EXT. COURTYARD, DAY

STRAX brings the carriage to a halt.

STRAX:
Whoa.

The passengers disembark from the carriage.

JENNY:
You're sure he'd come back here?

VASTRA:
There was no trace of him in the wreckage, they searched all Parliament Hill. Where else would he go?

CLARA looks down on the ground. There is a perfect square marked out against the straw.

VASTRA:
I fear we have missed him.

CLARA looks up to the sky.

INT. VASTRA and JENNY’S, CONSERVATORY, DAY

VASTRA is standing in silent contemplation before opening her eyes and rubbing her hands.

VASTRA:
Please come in.

VASTRA turns around to see CLARA back in her normal clothes.

CLARA:
I'm not interrupting?

VASTRA:
I should be glad of your company. What can I do for you?

CLARA:
Ah, well, that's exactly what I was going to ask you. Seems like I'm stuck here now. Got a vacancy?

VASTRA:
(walks to CLARA) You would be very welcome to join our little household, but I have it on the highest authority that the Doctor will be returning for you very soon.

CLARA:
Whose authority?

VASTRA:
Well, the person who knows him best in all the universe.

CLARA:
And who's that?

VASTRA:
Miss Clara Oswald... who perhaps has, by instinct, already dressed to leave.

CLARA:
I just wanted a change of clothes. I don't think I know who the Doctor is any more.

We hear the TARDIS materialize.

VASTRA:
It would seem, my dear, you are very wrong about that.

CLARA runs towards the sound.

VASTRA:
Clara! Give him hell. He'll always need it.

CLARA hurries from the room.

EXT. COURTYARD, DAY

CLARA comes to a halt when she sees the TARDIS. She enters.

INT. TARDIS

The TARDIS has had a bit of a make-over. The upper level is now lined with bookshelves and the DOCTOR is sitting in a leather chair.

CLARA:
You've redecorated.

DOCTOR:
Yes.

CLARA:
I don't like it.

DOCTOR:
Not completely entirely convinced myself. I think there should be more round things on the walls. I used to have lots of round things. I wonder where I put them.

CLARA stays down by the console. The DOCTOR stands and slowly goes down the steps.

DOCTOR:
I'm the Doctor. I've lived for over 2,000 years and not all of them were good. I've made many mistakes, (rounds the other side of the console to face her) and it's about time that I did something about that. Clara, I'm not your boyfriend.

CLARA:
I never thought you were.

DOCTOR:
I never said it was your mistake.

The DOCTOR puts the TARDIS in motion and then shows off his new clothes – a black suit with a red-lined jacket.

DOCTOR:
What do you think?

She doesn’t say anything. She takes a few steps away before turning back.

CLARA:
Who put that advert in the paper?

DOCTOR:
Who gave you my number? A long time ago, remember? You were given the number of a computer helpline, and you ended up phoning the TARDIS. Who gave you that number?

CLARA:
The woman. The woman in the shop.

DOCTOR:
Then there's a woman out there who's very keen that we stay together.

The TARDIS materializes.

DOCTOR:
How do you feel on the subject?

CLARA:
Am I home?

DOCTOR:
If you want to be. (smiles)

CLARA:
I'm sorry. I'm... I'm so, so sorry... but I don't think I know who you are any more.

CLARA’S phone rings.

DOCTOR:
You'd better get that. It might be your boyfriend.

CLARA:
Shut up. (takes phone out of pocket) I don't have a boyfriend. (exits)

The DOCTOR watches her leave.

EXT. STREET, DAY

CLARA steps out of the TARDIS and steps out of the way as she answers.

CLARA:
Hello! Hello?

MALE VOICE:
'It's me.'

CLARA:
Yes, it's you, who's this?

MALE VOICE:
'It's me, Clara. The Doctor.'

CLARA:
What do you mean, the Doctor?

CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH –

- CUT TO:

INT. TARDIS, TRENZALORE

The 11th DOCTOR is on the phone.

ELEVEN:
I'm phoning you from Trenzalore...

CLARA:
I don't...

ELEVEN:
'..from before I changed.

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FLASHBACK

EXT. TRENZALORE

CLARA walks to the TARDIS and sees the phone dangling. She replaces it.

ELEVEN: (v.o.)
I mean it's all still to happen for me, it's coming. Oh, it's a-coming...

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ELEVEN:
Not long now. I can... feel it.

CLARA holds the phone to her chest, fighting back tears. She takes a breath before speaking again.

CLARA:
Why? Why would you do this?

ELEVEN:
Because I think it's going to be a whopper and I think you might be scared. And however scared you are, Clara, the man you are with right now, the man I hope you are with, believe me, he is more scared than anything you can imagine right now and he...he needs you.

The DOCTOR stands by the open TARDIS door.

DOCTOR:
So who is it?

ELEVEN:
Is that the Doctor?

DOCTOR:
Is that the Doctor?

CLARA:
Yes.

ELEVEN:
He sounds old. Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old! I was young. Oh... Is he grey?

CLARA:
Yes.

ELEVEN:
Clara, please, eh, for me, help him. Go on...and don't be afraid.

The DOCTOR closes the TARDIS door and walks over.

ELEVEN:
Goodbye, Clara. Miss you.

CLARA ends the call and wipes her tears.

DOCTOR:
Well?

CLARA:
(faces him) Well, what?

DOCTOR:
He asked you a question. Will you help me?

CLARA:
You shouldn't have been listening.

DOCTOR:
I wasn't. I didn't need to. That was me talking. (starts back to the TARDIS then stops and turns) You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like? I'm not on the phone, I'm right here... standing in front of you. Please, just... just see me.

CLARA walks over slowly and looks up, studying his face.

CLARA:
(smiles) Thank you.

DOCTOR:
For what?

CLARA:
Phoning. (hugs him)

DOCTOR:
I... I don't think that I'm a hugging person now. (holds hands out behind her back)

CLARA:
I'm not sure you get a vote.

DOCTOR:
Whatever you say.

CLARA:
This isn't my home, by the way.

DOCTOR:
Sorry, I'm sorry about that, I missed.

CLARA:
(ends hug) Where are we?

DOCTOR:
Glasgow, I think.

CLARA:
Ah! You'll fit right in. (accent) Scottish.

DOCTOR:
Right, shall we, er... Do you want to go and get some coffee or... chips or... something, or chips and coffee?

CLARA:
Coffee. Coffee would be great. You're buying! (starts down the pavement)

DOCTOR:
I don't have any money. (follows)

CLARA:
You're fetching, then.

DOCTOR:
I'm not sure that I'm the fetching sort...

CLARA:
Yeah, still not sure you get a vote.

They walk away side-by-side.

EXT. GARDEN

The HALF-FACE MAN wakes, sits up and puts on his hat. A WOMAN looking very proper in Edwardian garb (similar to Mary Poppins) is sitting on the edge of a fountain.

WOMAN:
Hello! (stands) I'm Missy. You made it. (walks over and joins him on the porch) I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Boy...friend?

MISSY:
(takes his hand and guides him to sit) Now did he push you out of that thing, or did you fall? Couldn't really tell. He can be very mean sometimes, (pats his hand) except to me, of course, because he... loves me so much. I do like his new accent, though. Think I might keep it.

HALF-FACE MAN:
Where am I?

MISSY:
Well, where do you think you are? Look around you, you made it. The Promised Land. Paradise! (stands and walks out to fountain) Welcome... to Heaven.

MISSY snaps her teeth like a bite. She the looks skyward, arms out to her side. She then twirls the umbrella before spinning around the garden.
 
 
 
her heaven is never enough: doctor who - rose & 10 hugs_lyra_b on September 28th, 2014 02:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! I really appreciate all your work with these transcripts.
Amedia: Doctor Who - TARDISamedia on November 6th, 2014 04:33 pm (UTC)
(You don't know me from Adam - I stumbled on your page through Google.)

Thank you so much!!! I really, really appreciate your making this available.
jpgr: DW 9 Hand Outjpgr on November 6th, 2014 05:55 pm (UTC)
I have past series posted as well. The rest of series 8 has been delayed due to real life (family health & moving) but I do plan to start them up again so feel free to come back and check