Karvanista took whoever lived here. Why would he do that?
Every Lupar has a designated human.
I'm not your human!
We have to save them, before it's too late.
What is it you are saving them from?
The Flux. What's the Flux?
This is Serving Commander Inston-Vee Vinder
leaving his post.
They are without purpose.
Your mind would boggle.
Hello again, Doctor. Who are you?
Our final fight has begun.
The end of the universe.
I always wondered what it would feel like.
End of the universe.
But we're still here.
Wherever here is.
Doctor!
Yaz. Is Dan with you?
I'm here.
I just blacked out.
Last thing I remember,
we were on your TARDIS, that Flux thing was coming at us.
And then...nothing.
Me too. I think.
I was on the ground over there. We must've been thrown out.
Must have been. Where are we?
Is she always like this? Pretty much.
If I had to call it, we're back on Earth,
which meant the Lupari shield worked, but the TARDIS took a hit.
Looks like we're in the middle of a battlefield.
Which could mean... Hey! Get away from him!
Show me your hands. What did you take? Show me!
We didn't take anything.
I know what goes on out here.
Vultures emptying the pockets of the dead.
What...?
Who are you? Where you from?
I'm the Doctor. This is Yaz. This is Dan. Nice to meet you.
We were tracking for signs of life.
Sure, doctor is a man's term.
It's fluid.
Sentry patrol. All of them dead.
It's too late for medical aid.
But...
..you're too close to the front to be with Mrs Nightingale.
She won't come this close to Sebastopol.
How long have you been here?
Sebastopol. 1850s.
Orientated! I know where we are.
Crimean War, 1855, Ottoman Empire weakening,
British soldiers fighting Russians.
What? We're in the middle of the Crimean War?
But that would make you Mary Seacole?
Are you? You are, aren't you?
Mrs Seacole to you. Doctress to the fallen.
Everybody, shh, shh!
Listen.
It's enemy soldiers. Back up, back up!
Go!
Where in the battle are we?
How many Russian troops are the British fighting?
What's happening in Sebastopol?
What's this word you keep using?
Russians. They're not fighting Russians!
They're fighting Sontarans.
Taste the victory, my soldiers.
Breathe in the rotting stench of our vanquished foes!
Onwards, to domination!
Sontar-Ha!
Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha!
CREDITS
Are you response? Can you repair?
Can I what? Can you repair?
W-w-where am I? Can you repair? Respond!
I need to make contact with my home planet.
There's been a mass extinction event, near where I was stationed.
We are aware.
The Flux impacted the inner temple. Can you repair?
Repair what?
Follow! Follow!
This was not foreseen.
Priest Triangles are only guardians.
We maintain and serve.
The impact of the Flux event was too great. Whoa.
The Temple is compromised. The Mouri must never be compromised.
Do you see? Do you see the Mouri?
Whoa.
Thank you for getting us out of there safely, Mrs Seacole.
I know every safe avenue on and off of this battlefield.
I have to stay alive if I'm going to nurse these men back to health.
You're an army nurse?
Oh, no. I work for myself. I'm the closest nurse to the front.
And this is your hospital?
This is much more than a hospital, child.
This is my British Hotel.
So, let me just get this straight.
She's like a real person from history?
You just talked to her, didn't you?
And those Sontaran things,
they're not part of history, were they?
No. She should be here. They shouldn't.
Could this be connected to the Flux?
Is history being rewritten?
Dan, are you OK?
Are you seeing that?
Stay still, Dan.
What's happening to me?
Oh!
Dan!
Doctor!
You're fading.
A collision between Flux and vortex energy,
you're falling through space and time.
Yaz, stay calm. I will find you.
Promise?
I promise!
Where's the door? I need the door!
Over there, Commander! A voice!
Another soldier waiting to be obliterated!
Let me in! I have to find them!
Spread out and locate the human scum!
I'm home.
Jim!
Jim. It's me, Dan!
Sorry about the house. I can explain. Jim!
Come on, Di. Pick up, will ya?
What?
No way.
What the hell is that? Curfew defier!
Breach of curfew will result in instant execution.
Soldiers, apprehend! Divide and cover all escape routes.
Mam. Dad?
Where the hell have you been?
Doctor?
Dan?
I need a universal GPS.
Then I'd know where I was whenever this happens.
Cos it does keep happening.
This is intolerable!
Hi. I'm Yaz.
How am I meant to cope?
Cope with what, sir? Well, any of it! All of it.
It just... It insists on shifting.
Why don't you take me through it from the start?
The start. Do you mock me, Madam?
The start?
All right.
Can you tell me - what's the year?
Why? Do you believe it to be a matter of import?
It might be.
It is the year of our Lord, 1820.
Would you reckon it differently?
Very differently.
All our fears made true.
All is porous.
All is broken.
I must retrace.
There's so much work to be done.
I'll come with you! No! No.
It will be to no avail, if my experience holds true.
Oh.
This confounded situation.
Can you repair? Can I what?
All assistance is required. Can you repair?
Yeah. I can.
That's exactly why I'm here.
Mrs Seacole, I helped myself to the rum...to aid planning.
It can go on your slate, General.
Your rapidly rising slate.
Good evening. Where are your friends?
They were called away.
While I'm remaining here, for now.
Apparently. Well, then, you are most welcome to the British Hotel.
New arrival, Mrs Seacole?
Oh, yes. We met on the battlefield.
This is Lieutenant General Logan of the Light Division.
I'm the Doctor. Oh.
Mrs Seacole could certainly do with your assistance.
Our advance tomorrow is not without risk.
Please tell me you're not about to engage Sontarans in battle.
That is why we're here.
You don't understand. I've fought Sontarans before.
Somehow I doubt that.
Sontarans live for war. They're a clone race.
It's what they're bred for. It's their entire history.
And they're very, very good at it.
They also have weapons beyond your imagination.
So, even if you do have numerical advantage,
I advise, at all costs, do not engage.
Then it's fortunate that I command these divisions
of Her Majesty's Army, and you do not.
Madam, I am at work.
I know, I can smell the rum.
How long have they been here, the Sontarans?
Outside Sebastopol?
No, on Earth. They have always been here.
Trust me, I know your history and that's not true.
Where are we?
Britain there. Jamaica here.
Still intact.
Uh, Crimea there,
and Russia is...
..not there. No Russia. No China.
Only Sontar. And you both think that's normal.
War is the opposite of normal.
That word you used...
Russia. Where have I heard that before?
She said it earlier. I thought the same.
I heard it before, in the past.
Like a memory? An echo of another time?
Yes. Yes.
Time is being disrupted.
But if you're still retaining those memories of the truth,
then the disruption must be recent.
But how? Fallout from the Flux? Yeah, but that wouldn't be enough.
I mean, Sontarans are embedded in maps all of a sudden!
Are you expecting a response to your musings?
How far away is their encampment?
You've gone very quiet, General.
The soldiers appear from directions unknown.
See! They're doing the basics,
and you're already on the back foot.
You will lose every man if you face them in
the battlefield tomorrow. You need my help.
I have Queen and Country on my side. That is all the help I need.
Is she here with you, then, the Queen?
Obviously not.
Then her influence may be limited.
Mrs Seacole, your new assistant is putting me off my task.
You want to be helpful, "Doctor"?
Nursing rounds.
You have to get the General to listen to me.
You think the army take advice from a doctress?
I am here to nurse the wounded.
Sifting the battlefield for injured soldiers,
setting up a sanctuary.
You just decided to come out here on your own?
If we all of us waited to be sent for,
we would none of us find our purpose, would we?
I paid for my own passage,
and I had this place built from what I could find.
A proper pioneer.
Rice pudding and hard liquor build morale.
They also pay for medicines. But my time
and my skills, those I give for free, to allcomers.
Speaking of which,
come over here.
The General does not approve.
More of you!
More to destroy when I free myself. Which will be soon!
This is a surprise.
No wonder the General doesn't approve.
All life is sacred to me.
I use my remedies to help whoever is in need.
Just as you did the Russian soldiers.
Although this one has refused all treatment
and healed himself.
He takes his rest in a regular rhythm.
Seven-and-a-half minutes every 27 hours. I recorded it.
I shall massacre you
for revealing privileged military information.
The rest of the time, he yells.
No wonder you're angry.
Capture - the ultimate shame for any Sontaran.
How did it come to this?
I was dispatched by my commanding officer to assess
the laughable strength of the weak
and pathetic human resistance.
And was ambushed by a circular propellant.
Cannon ball in the back.
Oh! I bet that hurt.
There is no such thing as pain.
A little.
You're lucky you survived at all.
You call this luck?
The gloried embrace of death would have been luck.
I have questions for you, soldier.
I will answer nothing.
I am trained to resist all interrogation.
Where's your encampment?
I assert my rights
to silence under section Cyan K-Z Nine Slothback
of the Shadow Proclamation.
Oh, you do, do you?
But what if I have valuable battle information for your commander?
What sort of information?
The Doctor. Huh?
Vanquisher and sworn enemy of the Sontarans,
former President of Gallifrey, is in the Crimea.
Where? Show me!
I will vanquish our despised nemesis with my bare hands.
Where is the Doctor?
Closer than you could possibly imagine.
But how can he have heard of...? Shh, shh!
I'd be prepared to give your commander information on
the Doctor's whereabouts,
should he agree to parlay on my signal.
Now, if we release you...
..will you relay this information?
I accept your offer
and pledge to end your life
with maximum suffering at our next encounter.
I'd expect no less.
May death rain down on you both.
Well, it's nice to meet you, too. Hurry along!
Human scum!
You will be stamped beneath the boot of Sontar
at a future point to be determined!
Do not shoot!
You allowed an enemy combatant to escape!
I discharged my patient.
The British Hotel is my establishment, General.
And you are my guest.
Mrs Seacole, may I suggest an evening constitutional? Come along.
What are we doing?
The thing about Sontaran soldiers is they're not very bright.
But that means you can take advantage.
M'laddo's got a message for his General.
With any luck, he's going to lead us right to the location of
the Sontaran base camp.
Pretty simple, right?
Wait.
Who are you?
Me?
I'm Mary Seacole's assistant.
Where...? Where did he go?!
See, Mary?
No. Exactly.
A conjuring trick.
In a manner of speaking.
Basic camouflage shield.
But if you don't know it's there, it's impossible to spot.
Want to give it a go with me?
Where are we now?
Soldiers, marching duty until sunrise!
Strategic base construction troops report
to Commander Strevs.
Security patrols must execute any intruders on sight.
There's so many of them.
Yes, there are.
Mary, you're good at keeping observation records, right?
Of course.
And you can survive on very little sleep, I imagine.
What are you asking of me?
Monitor this encampment.
Keep a note of everything that happens, but stay out of sight.
I can do that.
I think. Can't I?
You return to us, wounded, humiliated,
and no deaths to your credit.
I bring information, Commander Skaak.
The sworn enemy of Sontar, the Doctor, is here on Earth.
The Doctor is here?
My source will request parlay,
to discuss bringing the Doctor to you.
This is useful.
You have done...
..adequately.
I am shamed, Commander.
Yes. The stench of your humiliation infects us all.
I request mercy.
Request granted.
The mercy of immediate execution be upon you
for unanswerable shame upon Sontar.
Sontar-Ho.
So, when did they turn up here, these Sontarans?
Same day you vanished. What's that? Two days ago now?
Already feels like a month.
We had the Three Minute Eclipse, and then, bang, they were here.
Three Minute Eclipse?
Whole world went to blackout, all at the same time.
It lasted three minutes.
Must've been the Karvanista's ships.
So, come on. Where have you been?
It's a bit hard to explain.
Ey, lad, did someone nick your house?
Sort of. Listen, how many of these are there?
Oh, millions. All over the world, in their ships.
Soldiers pouring out and taking over.
But you can knock 'em out with a frying pan?
They've got this thing, on the back of their neck, like a hole...
Probic something...
All right, Eileen, no need to get all medical.
And if you smack bang on it, they go down like ninepins.
Who found that out? Oh, fella in Birkenhead.
He was drunk, with a mallet.
Birkenhead. Birkenhead.
We've got to get rid of them.
That's what I said. That's what I said!
You said they'd be off after the weekend!
I never did.
He does this to annoy me!
They were in Liverpool first.
Six hours before anywhere else.
Nobody believed us.
They went all round the world, but they started here.
When you say here, where exactly do you mean?
This is where they first appeared.
Took over the whole waterfront.
Let's go have a look.
Ay, ay, where you going?
There's thousands of them. They've got lasers.
Dad. This is our planet. These are our docks.
What else do you want to do? Sit at home and complain?
That's what he normally does. Hey, you.
I'm not afraid of a scrap.
- I was Wallasey's... - Junior Boxing Champion in 1966.
We've already heard of people trying and then just disappearing.
Yeah, well,
I've had some experience with dealing with aliens
these last few days.
You two get back to the house.
I'm going in.
By yourself?
It's better that way.
Take this, son.
In case you need it.
What happened to these two? They're all burned out.
Can you repair?
I don't know what you mean.
Transmission received from outer corridor priest triangle.
There is another.
You will step aside.
Repair is here.
Hi! I'm Yaz.
Serving Commander Inston-Vee Vinder
of Kasto-Winfer-Foxfell at your service.
Oh, well, if we're going formal, Serving Officer Khan,
Hallamshire Police, Earth Division, at yours.
Repair! Repair!
You know how to fix this?
Full disclosure, Inston-Vee Vinder.
Just Vinder's fine. I don't know how I got here, or why,
or where here is, or how I get back home.
Same. And I don't want to freak you out,
but there's something's very wrong with the universe right now.
I saw it for myself.
Me, too. From my outpost.
Those objects, they called it The Flux?
What do they want repairing?
This.
Well...
..I was hoping it was going to be a bit smaller.
Less abstract. More like a washing machine.
So, these are what are broken?
Like a before and after.
And that's not all.
Step back.
Proximity activation, on all of them.
I'm not sure why.
Do you even know what this place is?
The triangle said it's the Temple of Atropos. But it can't be.
Why not? Repair. You must repair!
I'm going to need more information.
Take us through the basics. Idiot's guide.
Repair must not be undertaken by idiots.
Explain...Mouri.
Explain Atropos.
And set context for repair.
We are the Guardian Priests.
We maintain the Temple of Atropos on the planet of Time.
All Time passes through the Mouri.
Must pass through the Mouri.
Before Atropos, Time ran wild. To harness, the Mouri were assigned.
Assigned by who? Information unavailable.
If the Mouri are broken, Time shall run unstoppable.
Which is a problem, right?
Time is destruction.
The Mouri are control.
They must not break.
Time must not be unleashed.
You talk about Time as if it was a force.
Time is evil.
And it will seek its own.
Human filth has been discovered within the compound.
Commander Ritskaw requires an execution troop,
immediate deployment.
Bring them here!
Place them in line.
I am Commander Ritskaw of Sontaran Temporal Command.
Spying is treason against Sontar.
If you have any words, now is the moment
to keep them to yourselves!
Soldiers, raise arms.
Execute!
Execution complete.
Our Temporal Offensive is near, soldiers.
Sontar-Ha!
Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha! Sontar-Ha!
Enough! Stay alert for intruders.
We will execute all who defy us!
Parlay.
Let's be having you.
Take your hat off, mate!
On second thoughts, put it back on!
You have information regarding
the treacherous vermin known as the Doctor.
You're talking to her.
What?
You deceived my soldier.
It wasn't difficult. It is regrettable that our
Flux strategy did not foresee your presence.
But we shall not falter.
You knew the Flux was coming? So, what caused it?
Is it you lot? Are the Sontarans behind the Flux?
The Flux is neither of our making or our control.
But our Psychic Command foresaw it.
We timed our attack on this feeble rock,
in the fractions before the Lupari Shield took effect.
While we were all looking the other way. You must be very proud.
This planet has defied us ever since
the great Commander Lynx first staked his claim in
the ground of its feeble soil.
We now assert that claim!
Earth shall be an outpost of the Sontaran Empire.
No, it won't.
But why here? Why Sebastopol?
The Crimean skirmish seems the perfect place to start.
So much conflict.
So much opportunity.
And also...
..I wanted to ride a horse.
Leave this planet now
and you get to leave alive.
Eurgh.
You think your puny words will stand me down?
There will be no battle.
I speak on behalf of all of humanity.
No, Doctor. You do not.
What are you doing?
This woman does not speak for the British Army. We are ready.
I speak for more people than you could possibly imagine.
Don't be a fool.
Call me that again, Doctor, and see if you survive.
This is good sports.
Soldier, escort this doctress back to the encampment.
Keep your weapon on her at all times.
Don't do this. It's DONE!
Raise your arms above your head or be shot as a traitor immediately.
Go!
You speak for no-one, Doctor.
Not even your pitiful self.
I accept your offer of a massacre.
Your blood shall soak our uniforms.
Your bodies shall soften our steps.
Yes, it's as devastating as you're imagining.
Be grateful you aren't there.
And I'm sorry.
Have a kip, it'll wear off in six hours.
And you'll still be alive.
Options blocked off.
Time to recalibrate.
I'm filming this for you, Doctor.
They've turned Liverpool Docks into some sort
of space shipyard.
I reckon I can get into one.
I remember this.
Passenger. We are three.
I'll lead.
Can you repair? Yes. That's why we're here.
Unsure.
Come here, little thing.
I said come here.
Closer.
Identify.
Surplus of unauthorised life form arrivals.
We're not the first here.
Identify!
I am Azure.
And I am your death.
Ah!
It's as you said.
More powerful than before.
Why the wait will be worth it.
Now, Atropos...
..where it all began.
And will all begin again.
Fire!
Retreat!
You're still here, on your watch. Thank you.
Mary Seacole. What happened?
I couldn't stop them, now soldiers are dying.
You're going to be very busy by day's end. I'm sorry.
I noted everything.
It's deserted down there now.
Excellent work, Mrs Seacole. And just as I thought.
Now, given their absence,
it would be churlish not to take advantage, don't you think?
Come on.
Where are we going?
Half a league onward.
That one looks good, Mary.
Let's have a squiz inside.
They built all of this?
I mean, it's good. But it's no British Hotel.
Here we are.
Double top. Get in!
I've snuck on board.
Haven't seen any of the potatoheads yet.
I'm looking for the control centre or whatever.
Ah, that's more like it.
Now, Mrs Seacole,
with your records,
and this data,
let's see what's really going on.
Is it bad just to press things?
Hopefully, they won't self-destruct.
Or let everybody know that I'm here.
Dan! Dan!
Dan! Dan, it's me!
Doctor!
Where are you?
- Still in the Crimea. - I'm in Liverpool.
- Where's Yaz? - I don't know!
You speak first.
How are you on a Sontaran ship?
I'm back home. They've took over Liverpool Docks.
They're building spaceships,
hundreds of them, all along the Mersey.
They're not just in the Crimea.
And they've got this obsession with Japanese food.
I heard one of the big chief potato heads talking about Tempura Command.
Tempura Offensive.
What's that all about?
Could it...? Could it have been Temporal Command?
Temporal as in time?
Oh. Yeah. That makes more sense.
Hey, I've been filming everything, if that helps.
Good lad! Very nice.
Hold your phone close to the screens.
I can access the Sontaran data banks,
plus everything that's on your phone.
What, including me photos?
Of course. Temporal Offensive.
They're just about to launch
a huge wave of attacks throughout time.
They've been building Timeships,
so they can invade Earth's history.
And the Crimea is the pilot scheme.
Earth will become a Sontaran outpost
from the dawn of time.
The whole history, erased.
Well, you better make sure you stop it.
Is that Mary Seacole? Hey, Mary.
Oh. Hello, dear. I don't understand any of this.
We have to get the Sontarans out of the Crimea.
But the rest is on you, Dan.
I was worried you were going to say that.
The first wave of ships in
the Sontaran Temporal Offensive are about to launch.
You have to stop those ships leaving.
How am I supposed to do that?
What resources do you have?
A wok.
I'm sorry, what?
Why have you got a wok?
It's me Mam's. For hitting them on the probic thingy.
Tracing rogue transmissions.
Who is using this frequency?
Dan, get out of there now!
What about the plan? And execute all rogue transmitters...
Doctor!
Good luck, Dan.
Right, Mrs Seacole. We both have a lot of work to do.
Doctor!
Halt. Intruder.
All right, mate? I'm a little bit lost.
I was just looking for the Pier Head.
This is an Imperial Sontaran Time Carrier.
Unauthorised human presence shall result in immediate
and enjoyably violent execution.
I'm just a tourist. Ask your boss, your commander, like.
There he is.
How do you like that, eh? Pan-fried Sontaran.
Now, I'm going to wok right out of here!
All right, lads. I was just looking for the Pier Head?
How can we fix something that can't be touched?
I have no idea.
But we do.
You can stand aside now.
We understand exactly what's needed here.
Can you repair?
Yes.
Sure. You got identification?
Very good, Yasmin Khan.
Does the Doctor know you're out this late by yourself?
I don't think we've met before.
Such linear creatures.
And that message,
in pen, on the palm of your hand, that no-one knows about.
WWTDD.
What Would The Doctor Do?
How could you know that?
Why does she choose you?
Any of you?
So unremarkable.
Take your hands off me right now.
You heard her.
Commander Vinder. Shamed, disgraced and rejected.
Were you hoping this could be your redemption?
Try me!
Stop! Stop. It won't work.
Who are you?
I'm Azure.
This is Swarm.
Translations, but they'll do.
Now, unless you want to upset Passenger here,
take five steps to your left.
The proximity.
They've been quantum locked against us,
after last time.
It's a good thing you were here.
Stay there. You are not repair.
You are identified. You are forbidden from the temple.
It was...
You underestimated us, you pathetic temporal hags.
Your deluded, pointless lives have led you here.
Painful, powerless deaths.
Two already broken.
Shall I repair?
Stop. You don't know what you're doing!
Don't worry. I'm getting to you.
Spying is an act of treason against Sontar.
Yeah, yeah, I've heard all this...
Troops, prepare for execution.
Ready, aim...
I don't think so.
I've still got a human in this fight.
What?
You're welcome.
Idiot.
So many wounded.
We won't save them all.
All of the casualties were ours.
Soldiers pay the price for their commanders' mistakes.
They'll attack again at first light.
I don't know what to do.
Help me.
I'm going to need a pointy stick.
Sontarans. Project - Crimean Eviction.
Right, pay attention, sit up, back straight, hand on heads.
Actually, forget about that last one.
So, here we go.
Sontarans need a rest cycle of 7.5 minutes, every 27 hours,
as detailed by Mrs Seacole in her observations here
and at the Sontaran encampment.
During said rest cycle,
they all go back into their ships.
Why? Um...
I'll tell you why.
Because they cannot cope with Earth's atmosphere
over an extended period.
That's why they wear the protective armoured suits!
The suits filter out harmful Earth gases
and substitute them with chemicals and nutrients
from their home planet.
But the suits only have a limited capacity.
They have to be refilled.
From their ships!
Gold star and a sticker for Mrs Seacole.
Keep up, Lieutenant General.
The ships aren't just transport.
They hold their supplies.
So, for precisely 7.5 minutes,
every 27 hours, the Sontarans top up their suits
by the probic vent in the back of their necks,
resting and refuelling like cars refilling their petrol tanks.
Oh, no, no, wait, forget that one.
Erm...like horses replenishing their nose bags.
Right.
So, what we're going to do
is empty their ships of those supplies,
forcing a retreat out of the Crimea
back to the 21st century
where my best person will be there to deal with them.
Hopefully.
Did you just say 21st century?
Sssh! She's talking.
Now, if they're on the same timetable every day,
which I bet they are,
in 38 minutes' time,
they will all enter their ships, simultaneously.
While they're inside, we will have exactly 7.5 minutes
to drain their supplies.
Might need some of your men to help.
Come on.
Ah.
Right, remember what I taught you?
Divert this gas into this chamber...
..and it will render their supply feed inert,
and harmless to humans.
Then rip off... Ugh!
..this, and let it all leak out into the air.
Got it? Come on, General,
next ship, 6.9 minutes left.
What is happening?
Supply levels dwindling to critical across the fleet.
Unable to refill armour.
What is that useless weapon you've got?
It's a wok.
You look ridiculous.
Says the bloke with the floppy ears.
What are you doing here?
We're still species-bonded.
Clearly, you're so inept, you can't be on your own.
And also,
this is partially our fault.
The Sontaran attack force snuck through in the second
before we sealed the shield.
It's our responsibility.
Well, my responsibility,
because I got the blame.
As usual. Listen,
they're about to launch time ships into Earth's history.
I know. I've got a plan.
What do you mean you know?
I intercepted the transmissions.
And it's not your plan,
so don't pretend you're clever. All right, keep your fur on.
What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing? I'm taking off.
What?
Argh!
I understand you're having a problem with your supplies, Commander.
Sabotage!
I warned you this planet was protected. Now, retreat.
That word shall never pass my lips.
We shall make a strategic withdrawal.
But we shall return.
Not while I'm around.
Now, hit the road, Skaak.
What's your plan?
Some clever sciencey-spacey thing I won't understand?
We're going to ram them. What?
We'll use this ship as a battering ram
to hit all of the others, creating a massive temporal reaction.
Takes the ships, and all the Sontarans on Earth
out of existence.
Huge temporal bang.
Yeah, but we're on this ship!
There's an escape pod down the corridor, you fool.
Come on. We're out of here.
Well, that was a great plan.
Why did I have to get YOU to protect?
You could've killed me! What are you doing?
Get down there. Hurry up.
Aaaargh! This thing's about to crash.
Aaaaaaaaaargh!
This is Commander Riskaw. The fleet is under attack from insurgents.
Oh, my. It worked. They're leaving.
With no further blood shed.
I must disabuse you of that.
What have you done?
I recommend you run.
Run, Doctor. Run!
Ah! This is for my men.
They were retreating!
It was done.
That was for the men I lost today.
For your guilt you mean.
Sometimes men like you make me wonder why I bother with humanity.
I...I am grateful that you do.
Whoever you are, Doctor.
I have to go and find my friends.
I hope we meet again,
Mrs Seacole.
Where are you going?
I'm here.
What is this thing happening to you?
What was in that tube?
It was the waste tube.
You're kidding me?
Ugh!
They're gone.
It's all gone.
Temporal implosion.
You're welcome.
Oh, here she comes, now the hard work's been done.
You made it back.
And you got rid of the Sontarans.
It was pretty easy, really.
I worked it all out by myself,
until Scooby-Doo here tried to take all the credit.
I need your people to stay protecting this planet
while I'm away.
I have to find my friend.
Want to come?
OK.
I'm not done with you yet.
If you're going out into the universe,
you'd better understand, it's in a bad way.
The Lupari will stay, shielding the planet,
until this is over.
If it is ever over.
I hope I never see you again.
Feeling's mutual.
Whoa! That should not be growing out of the floor.
These things new?
Yeah.
They weren't here a second ago.
Something's corrupted the TARDIS.
Argh! Argh!
Did you just do that? No.
Argh! Ah.
Argh! I can't make it work?
We're being hijacked.
Where are we?
I don't know.
But the spatial-temporal readings are at zero, which is impossible.
This way.
I mean, this is obviously a trap.
And we're going to walk into it, are we?
I have to find Yaz.
Stay close to me, do exactly as I say.
Ah, Doctor. At last.
Come. It's been a long time.
I have something of yours.
Come, further.
Who are they?
These are the Mouri, Doctor.
The remnants of them at least.
The Mouri.
In the Temple of Atropos
on the planet Time.
There is no planet called Time.
Yet here we are.
The Temple of Atropos is broken.
And the Mouri are failing.
Creatures who hold time in this universe together, broken.
Time is beginning to run wild.
Could really harm the TARDIS.
So, I made a short-term repair.
Yaz! Doctor, don't come near.
I've seen what he can do.
She's right.
Try to rescue them, and we'll reduce them to ash.
Her and her new friend.
Will you count? Yes.
Five...
What have you done to them? It's what I'm about to do, Doctor.
..four...
Poor placeholders.
Hardly equipped to be Mouri, are they?
..three...
When I click my fingers,
the full force of Time will blast through them.
How many seconds will their bodies be able to take,
before they die, Doctor?
..two...
Stop.
You don't have to do this.
Tell me what you want.
..one.
All in good time.
CREDITS
On my command.
Argh! Argh!
Time is beginning to run wild.