[Tardis]
(Carrying straight on from the last episode. The
Doctor and Rose are lit in green light from the time rotor.)
DOCTOR: Right then, Rose Tyler, you tell me. Where do you want to go?
Backwards or forwards in time. It's your choice. What's it going to be?
ROSE: Forwards.
DOCTOR: How far?
ROSE: One hundred years.
(A few seconds of travel.)
DOCTOR: There you go. Step outside those doors, it's the twenty second
century.
ROSE: You're kidding.
DOCTOR: That's a bit boring, though. Do you want to go further?
ROSE: Fine by me.
DOCTOR: Ten thousand years in the future. Step outside, it's the year
12005, the new Roman Empire.
ROSE: You think you're so impressive.
DOCTOR: I am so impressive.
ROSE: You wish.
DOCTOR: Right then, you asked for it. I know exactly where to go. Hold
on!
(The Tardis zooms down a time vortex.)
ROSE: Where are we? What's out there?
[Gallery 15]
(Rose goes down a flight of steps and a large
shutter in the wall descends to reveal an orbital view of the Earth.)
DOCTOR: You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying, like
you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or
asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible, that
maybe you survive. This is the year five point five slash apple slash
twenty six. Five billion years in your future, and this is the day
(He looks at his wrist watch.)
DOCTOR: Hold on.
(The sun flares and turns red.)
DOCTOR: This is the day the Sun expands. Welcome to the end of the
world.
[Space]
(A pair of small spaceships approach a large
cruciform space station hanging in Earth orbit.)
COMPUTER: Shuttles five and six now docking. Guests are reminded that
Platform One forbids the use of weapons, teleportation and religion.
Earth Death is scheduled for fifteen thirty nine
[Platform One]
COMPUTER: Followed by drinks in the Manchester
Suite.
(The Doctor and Rose walk along a corridor.)
ROSE: So, when it says guests, does that mean people?
DOCTOR: Depends what you mean by people.
ROSE: I mean people. What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Aliens.
ROSE: What are they doing on board this spaceship? What's it all for?
DOCTOR: It's not really a spaceship, more like an observation deck. The
great and the good are gathering to watch the planet burn.
(The Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver on a wall panel.)
ROSE: What for?
DOCTOR: Fun.
[Observation gallery]
(A large area with a few display cases and a view
of space to the front and above.)
DOCTOR: Mind you, when I said the great and the good, what I mean is,
the rich.
ROSE: But, hold on. They did this once on Newsround Extra. The sun
expanding, that takes hundreds of years.
DOCTOR: Millions, but the planet's now property of the National Trust.
They've been keeping it preserved. See down there? Gravity satellites
holding back the sun.
ROSE: The planet looks the same as ever. I thought the continents
shifted and things.
DOCTOR: They did, and the Trust shifted them back. That's a classic
Earth. But now the money's run out, nature takes over.
ROSE: How long's it got?
DOCTOR: About half an hour and then the planet gets roasted.
ROSE: Is that why we're here? I mean, is that what you do? Jump in at
the last minute and save the Earth?
DOCTOR: I'm not saving it. Time's up.
ROSE: But what about the people?
DOCTOR: It's empty. They're all gone. No one left.
ROSE: Just me, then.
(A blue-skinned person with golden slit eyes strides towards them.)
STEWARD: Who the hell are you?
DOCTOR: Oh, that's nice, thanks.
STEWARD: But how did you get in? This is a maximum hospitality zone.
The guests have disembarked. They're on their way any second now.
DOCTOR: That's me. I'm a guest. Look, I've got an invitation. Look.
There, you see? It's fine, you see? The Doctor plus one. I'm the
Doctor, this is Rose Tyler. She's my plus one. Is that all right?
(The Doctor puts away the piece of apparently blank paper he was
showing to the steward.)
STEWARD: Well, obviously. Apologies, et cetera. If you're on board,
we'd better start. Enjoy.
(The Steward goes over to a lecturn.)
DOCTOR: The paper's slightly psychic. It shows them whatever I want
them to see. Saves a lot of time.
ROSE: He's blue.
DOCTOR: Yeah.
ROSE: Okay.
STEWARD: We have in attendance the Doctor and Rose Tyler. Thank you.
All staff to their positions.
(A lot of small people appear.)
STEWARD: Hurry, now, thank you. Quick as we can. Come along, come
along. And now, might I introduce the next honoured guest? Representing
the Forest of Cheam, we have trees, namely, Jabe, Lute and Coffa.
(A bark-skinned woman enters with two larger male escorts.)
STEWARD: There will be an exchange of gifts representing peace. If you
could keep the room circulating, thank you. Next, from the solicitors
Jolco and Jolco, we have the Moxx of Balhoon.
(Another blue alien, this time mostly head and body, sitting on a
transport pod.)
STEWARD: And next, from Financial Family Seven, we have the Adherents
of the Repeated Meme.
(A group of black-robed bipeds.)
STEWARD: The inventors of Hypo-slip Travel Systems, the brothers Hop
Pyleen. Thank you.
(Fur clad reptilians. The announcements of variations on the biped
theme continue.)
STEWARD: Cal Spark Plug. Mister and Mrs Pakoo. The Ambassadors from the
City State of Binding Light.
(The trees go up to the Doctor.)
JABE: The Gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather.
(She gives the Doctor a rooted twig in a small pot.)
DOCTOR Thank you. Yes, gifts. Er, I give you in return air from my
lungs.
(He breathes gently on Jabe.)
JABE: How intimate.
DOCTOR: There's more where that came from.
JABE: I bet there is.
STEWARD: From the Silver Devastation, the sponsor of the main event,
please welcome the Face of Boe.
(A large glass case barely makes it through the doorway. It contains a
giant humanoid head with straggly hair and squinting eyes.)
DOCTOR: The Moxx of Balhoon.
MOXX: My felicitations on this historical happenstance. I give you the
gift of bodily salivas.
(Moxx's spit hits Rose in the face.)
DOCTOR: Thank you very much.
(The black-robed group glide up.)
DOCTOR: Ah! The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. I bring you air from my
lungs.
(A large metal hand holds out a ball.)
ADHERENT: A gift of peace in all good faith.
STEWARD: And last but not least, our very special guest. Ladies and
gentlemen, and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below. In
memory of this dying world, we call forth the last Human. The Lady
Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen.
(A face in a piece of thin skin stretched in a rectangular frame is
wheeled in by two men hidden in top-to-toe hospital whites. She is
modelled on, and voiced by, Zoe
Wanamaker.)
CASSANDRA: Oh, now, don't stare. I know, I know it's shocking, isn't
it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference.
Look how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two
thousand. Moisturise me. Moisturise me.
(One of her attendants uses a pump spray on the skin.)
CASSANDRA: Truly, I am the last Human. My father was a Texan, my mother
was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on the Earth and were the
last to be buried in its soil. I have come to honour them and say
goodbye. Oh, no tears, no tears. I'm sorry. But behold, I bring gifts.
From Earth itself, the last remaining ostrich egg. Legend says it had a
wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from its nostrils. Or was that my
third husband? Oh, no. Oh, don't laugh. I'll get laughter lines. And
here, another rarity.
(Rose has walked round the back of Cassandra to see just how thin she
is, and a 50's juke box is wheeled in.)
CASSANDRA: According to the archives, this was called an iPod. It
stores classical music from humanity's greatest composers. Play on!
(One of the little attendants presses a button, a 45 is selected and
the strains of Tainted Love by Soft Cell ring out.)
STEWARD: Refreshments will now be served. Earth Death in thirty
minutes.
(Rose finally can't take all the aliens, and runs out. The Doctor goes
to follow her, but gets intercepted.)
JABE: Doctor?
(Flash! from a device she is holding. A type of camera, presumably.)
JABE: Thank you.
ADHERENT: A gift of peace in all good faith.
STEWARD: No, you're very kind, but I'm just the Steward.
ADHERENT: A gift of peace in all good faith.
STEWARD: Well, yes, thank you. Of course.
(The steward takes the proffered ball. Jabe consults her camera, which
twitters like a bird.)
JABE: Identify species. Please identify species. Now stop it. Identify
his race. Where's he from? It's impossible.
(She hurries away. One of the Adherant's gifts has been placed on a
shelf in a display stand. It opens, and a four-legged metal spider
scurries away.)
[Corridor]
(Rose has wandered off, and is looking at the
growing Sun through a window when a young woman of the same race as the
Steward comes round the corner. She is wearing overalls and a baseball
cap.)
ROSE: Sorry. Am I allowed to be in here?
RAFFALO: You have to give us permission to talk.
ROSE: Er, you have permission.
RAFFALO: Thank you. And, no, you're not in the way. Guests are allowed
anywhere.
ROSE: Okay.
(Raffalo goes to a wall panel and unlocks it.)
ROSE: What's your name?
RAFFALO: Raffalo.
ROSE: Raffalo?
RAFFALO: Yes, miss. I won't be long, I've just got to carry out some
maintenance. There's a tiny little glitch in the Face of Boe's suite.
There must be something blocking the system. He's not getting any hot
water.
ROSE: So, you're a plumber?
RAFFALO: That's right, miss.
ROSE: They still have plumbers?
RAFFALO: I hope so, else I'm out of a job.
ROSE: Where are you from?
RAFFALO: Crespallion.
ROSE: That's a planet, is it?
RAFFALO: No. Crespallion's part of the Jaggit Brocade, affiliated to
the Scarlet Junction, Convex fifty six. And where are you from, miss?
If you don't mind me asking.
ROSE: No, not at all. Er, I don't know. A long way away. I just sort of
hitched a lift with this man. I didn't even think about it. I don't
even know who he is. He's a complete stranger. Anyway, don't let me
keep you. Good luck with it.
RAFFALO: Thank you, miss. And er, thank you for the permission. Not
many people are that considerate.
ROSE: Okay. See you later.
(Rose leaves. Raffalo removes the wall panel and has a look inside.)
RAFFALO: Now then. Control, I'm at junction nineteen and I think the
problem's coming from in here. I'll go inside and have a look.
(Before she can crawil into the conduit, there is a tapping sound of
metal on metal.)
RAFFALO: What's that? Is something in there?
(A metal spider comes towards her.)
RAFFALO: Oh! Who are you, then?
(It scuttles away.)
RAFFALO: Hold on! I if you're an upgrade I just need to register you,
that's all. Oh, come back.
(She gets inside the conduit.)
RAFFALO: Ah, there you are. Now, I just need to register your ident.
Oh, there's two of you. Got yourself a little mate. I think I'd better
report this to Control. How many of you are there? What are you? Oh,
no, no, no!
(Raffalo gets dragged along the conduit.)
[Steward's office]
(The Steward puts his gift on a side table and sits
at his desk. The computer beeps and burbles at him.)
STEWARD: What's that? Well, how should I know?
(He makes a broadcast.)
STEWARD: Would the owner of the blue box in private gallery fifteen
please report to the Steward’s office immediately. Guests are reminded
that use of teleportation devices is strictly forbidden under Peace
Treaty five point four slash cup slash sixteen. Thank you.
(The ball hatches another metal spider.)
[Space]
COMPUTER: Earth Death in twenty five minutes.
[Gallery 15]
(Rose is playing with the ball.)
COMPUTER: Earth Death in twenty five minutes.
ROSE: Oh, thanks.
(She puts the ball down and picks up the plant pot.)
ROSE: Hello. My name's Rose. That's a sort of plant. We might be
related. I'm talking to a twig.
(The ball hatches.)
[Outside Gallery 15]
(The little assistants are wheeling the Tardis
away.)
DOCTOR: Oi, now, careful with that. Park it properly. No scratches.
(One of them hands the Doctor a ticket. It says on one side - Have A
Nice Day. A pair of spiders scuttle along the ceiling.)
[Gallery 15]
(The spider scans Rose's hand then scuttles away
when the Doctor calls out.)
DOCTOR [OC]: Rose? Are you in there?
(The Doctor enters.)
DOCTOR: Aye, aye. What do you think, then?
ROSE: Great. Yeah, fine. Once you get past the slightly psychic paper.
They're just so alien. The aliens are so alien. You look at 'em and
they're alien.
DOCTOR: Good thing I didn't take you to the Deep South.
ROSE: Where are you from?
DOCTOR: All over the place.
ROSE: They all speak English.
DOCTOR: No, you just hear English. It's a gift of the Tardis. The
telepathic field, gets inside your brain and translates.
ROSE: It's inside my brain?
DOCTOR: Well, in a good way.
ROSE: Your machine gets inside my head. It gets inside and it changes
my mind, and you didn't even ask?
DOCTOR: I didn't think about it like that.
ROSE: No, you were too busy thinking up cheap shots about the Deep
South. Who are you, then, Doctor? What are you called? What sort of
alien are you?
DOCTOR: I'm just the Doctor.
ROSE: From what planet?
DOCTOR: Well, it's not as if you'll know where it is!
ROSE: Where are you from?
DOCTOR: What does it matter?
ROSE: Tell me who you are!
DOCTOR: This is who I am, right here, right now, all right? All that
counts is here and now, and this is me.
ROSE: Yeah, and I'm here too because you brought me here, so just tell
me.
COMPUTER: Earth Death in twenty minutes. Earth Death in twenty minutes.
ROSE: All right. As my mate Shareen says, don't argue with the
designated driver.
(Rose takes out her mobile phone.)
ROSE: Can't exactly call for a taxi. There's no signal. We're out of
range. Just a bit.
DOCTOR: Tell you what.
(He takes her phone apart.)
DOCTOR: With a little bit of jiggery pokery.
ROSE: Is that a technical term, jiggery pokery?
DOCTOR: Yeah, I came first in jiggery pokery. What about you?
ROSE: No, I failed hullabaloo.
DOCTOR: Oh. There you go.
(Rose phones home.)
JACKIE [OC]: Hello?
ROSE: Mum?
JACKIE [OC]: Oh, what is it?
[The Tyler flat]
(Jackie is emptying the washing machine.)
JACKIE: What's wrong? What have I done now? Oh, this red top's falling
to bits.
[Gallery 15]
JACKIE [OC]: You should get your money back. Go on.
[The Tyler flat]
JACKIE: There must be something, you never phone in
the middle of the day.
[Gallery 15]
JACKIE [OC]: What's so funny?
ROSE:: Nothing. You all right, though?
[The Tyler flat]
JACKIE: Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
[Gallery 15]
ROSE: What day is it?
[The Tyler flat]
JACKIE: Wednesday, all day. You got a hangover?
[Gallery 15]
JACKIE: Oh, I tell you what. Put a quid in that
Lottery syndicate. I'll pay you back later.
ROSE: Yeah, er, I was just calling 'cos
[The Tyler flat]
ROSE [OC]: I might be late home.
JACKIE: Is there something wrong?
[Gallery 15]
ROSE: No. I'm fine. Top of the world.
(Jackie rings off.)
DOCTOR: Think that's amazing, you want to see the bill.
ROSE: That was five billion years ago. So, she's dead now. Five billion
years later, my mum's dead.
DOCTOR: Bundle of laughs, you are.
(The space station shakes.)
DOCTOR: That's not supposed to happen.
[Steward's office]
STEWARD: Well, what was it? I'm just getting green
lights at this end.
(He makes a calm broadcast.)
STEWARD: Honoured guests may be reassured that gravity pockets may
cause slight turbulence, thanking you.
(He berates Control.)
STEWARD: The whole place shook! I felt it. I've hosted all sorts of
events on Platforms One, Three, Six and Fifteen and I've never felt the
slightest tremor. I warn you, if this lot decide to sue. I'm going to
scan the infrastructure.
(He does so, then hears a scuttling sound.)
STEWARD: What's that? Control, I don't want to worry you, but I'm
picking up readings. I have no idea. Well, they're small. The scan says
they're metal. I don't know what they look like!
(Then he sees one on the desk.)
STEWARD: Although I imagine they might look rather like that. You're
not on the guest list. How did you get on board?
(The spider pushes a button on his desk keyboard.)
STEWARD: No.
COMPUTER: Sun filter deactivated.
STEWARD: No!
COMPUTER: Sun filter descending.
(The room starts to fill with white light from the ceiling downwards as
the filter on the window lowers.)
STEWARD: No! Sun filter, up! No, no, no!
COMPUTER: External temperature four thousand degrees.
STEWARD: Control, respond! Sun filter up! Argh!
(The spider escapes through a small vent into the corridor.)
[Observation gallery]
MOXX: Indubitably, this is the Bad Wolf scenario. I
find the inherent laxity of the on-going multiverse
(The Doctor and Rose enter.)
DOCTOR: That wasn't a gravity pocket. I know gravity pockets and they
don't feel like that. What do you think, Jabe? Listened to the engines.
They've pitched up about thirty Hertz. That dodgy or what?
JABE: It's the sound of metal. It doesn't make any sense to me.
DOCTOR: Where's the engine room?
JABE: I don't know, but the maintenance duct is just behind our guest
suite, I could show you and your wife.
DOCTOR: She's not my wife.
JABE: Partner?
DOCTOR: No.
JABE: Concubine?
DOCTOR: Nope.
JABE: Prostitute?
ROSE: Whatever I am, it must be invisible. Do you mind? Tell you what,
you two go and pollinate. I'm going to catch up with family. Quick word
with Michael Jackson.
(Rose goes to talk to Cassandra.)
DOCTOR: Don't start a fight.
(He offers Jabe his arm.)
DOCTOR: I'm all yours.
ROSE: And I want you home by midnight.
COMPUTER: Earth Death in fifteen minutes. Earth Death in fifteen
minutes.
[Maintenance duct]
(A multitude of spiders scuttle out of sight behind
the swags of wiring and piping.)
DOCTOR: Who's in charge of Platform One? Is there a Captain or what?
JABE: There's just the Steward and the staff. All the rest is
controlled by the metal mind.
DOCTOR: You mean the computer? But who controls that?
JABE: The Corporation. They move Platform One from one artistic event
to another.
DOCTOR: But there's no one from the Corporation on board.
JABE: They're not needed. This facility is purely automatic. It's the
height of the Alpha class. Nothing can go wrong.
DOCTOR: Unsinkable?
JABE: If you like. The nautical metaphor is appropriate.
DOCTOR: You're telling me. I was on board another ship once. They said
that was unsinkable. I ended up clinging to an iceberg. It wasn't half
cold.
So, what you're saying is, if we get in trouble there's no one to help
us out?
JABE: I'm afraid not.
DOCTOR: Fantastic.
JABE: I don't understand. In what way is that fantastic?
[Observation gallery]
CASSANDRA: Soon, the sun will blossom into a red
giant, and my home will die. That's where I used to live, when I was a
little boy, down there. Mummy and Daddy had a little house built into
the side of the Los Angeles Crevice. I'd have such fun.
ROSE: What happened to everyone else? The human race, where did it go?
CASSANDRA: They say mankind has touched every star in the sky.
ROSE: So, you're not the last human.
CASSANDRA: I am the last pure human. The others mingled.
CASSANDRA: Oh, they call themselves New humans and Proto-humans and
Digi-humans, even 'Humanish, but you know what I call them? Mongrels.
ROSE: Right. And you stayed behind.
CASSANDRA: I kept myself pure.
ROSE: How many operations have you had?
CASSANDRA: Seven hundred and eight. Next week, it's seven hundred and
nine. I'm having my blood bleached. Is that why you wanted a word? You
could be flatter, Rose. You've got a little bit of a chin poking out.
ROSE: I'd rather die.
CASSANDRA: Honestly, it doesn't hurt.
ROSE: No, I mean it. I would rather die. It's better to die than live
like you, a bitchy trampoline.
CASSANDRA: Oh, well. What do you know.
ROSE: I was born on that planet, and so was my mum, and so was my dad,
and that makes me officially the last human being in this room, 'cos
you're not human. You've had it all nipped and tucked and flattened
till there's nothing left. Anything human got chucked in the bin.
You're just skin, Cassandra. Lipstick and skin. Nice talking.
(The Adherants watch Rose leave.)
[Maintenance duct]
DOCTOR: So tell me, Jabe, what's a tree like you
doing in a place like this?
JABE: Respect for the Earth.
DOCTOR: Oh, come on. Everyone on this platform's worth zillions.
JABE: Well, perhaps it's a case of having to be seen at the right
occasions.
DOCTOR: In case your share prices drop? I know you lot. You've got
massive forests everywhere, roots everywhere, and there's always money
in land.
JABE: All the same, we respect the Earth as family. So many species
evolved from that planet. Mankind is only one. I'm another. My
ancestors were transplanted from the planet down below, and I'm a
direct descendant of the tropical rainforest.
DOCTOR: Excuse me.
(He scans a door panel marked Welcome to Platform One. Guide of
Platform One Do You Need Assistance. A keypad labelled
Maintenance log in, then Access denied.)
JABE: And what about your ancestry, Doctor? Perhaps you could tell a
story or two. Perhaps a man only enjoys trouble when there's nothing
else left. I scanned you earlier. The metal machine had trouble
identifying your species. It refused to admit your existence. And even
when it named you, I wouldn't believe it. But it was right. I know
where you're from. Forgive me for intruding, but it's remarkable that
you even exist. I just wanted to say how sorry I am.
(She puts her hand on his arm, and the Doctor puts his hand over hers.
A tear drops from his eye. He gets the door open.)
[Engine room]
(It runs the whole depth of the Platform. The
Doctor and Jabe are by a catwalk that runs through a series of large
fans.)
DOCTOR: Is it me, or is it a bit nippy?
(In a corridor, Rose is met by the Adherants, who knock her out by
pistol whipping her with a weapon. They drag her into a room.)
DOCTOR: Fair do's, though, that's a great bit of air conditioning. Sort
of nice and old fashioned. Bet they call it retro.
(He scans a panel.)
DOCTOR: Gotcha.
(He pulls it off. A spider scuttles out and up the wall.)
DOCTOR: What the hell's that?
JABE: Is it part of the retro?
DOCTOR: I don't think so. Hold on.
(The Doctor aims his screwdriver at the spider, then Jabe lassoes it.)
DOCTOR: Hey, nice liana.
JABE: Thank you. We're not supposed to show them in public.
DOCTOR: Don't worry, I won't tell anybody. Now then, who's been
bringing their pets on board?
JABE: What does it do?
DOCTOR: Sabotage.
COMPUTER: Earth Death in ten minutes.
DOCTOR: And the temperature's about to rocket. Come on.
COMPUTER: Earth Death in ten minutes.
[Observation gallery]
CASSANDRA: The planet's end. Come gather, come
gather. Bid farewell to the cradle of civilisation. Let us mourn her
with a traditional ballad.
(The jukebox selects a record labeled Toxic by Britany Spears.)
[Outside the Steward's office]
(Smoke from the room is filling the corridor and
the glare is coming through a small glass panel in the door. The little
assistants have gathered.)
DOCTOR: Hold on. Get back.
(The Doctor does the sonic thing on another small panel.)
COMPUTER: Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising.
JABE: Is the Steward in there?!
DOCTOR: You can smell him. Hold on, there's another sun filter
programmed to descend.
(He runs off.)
[Gallery 15]
COMPUTER: Sun filter descending. Sun filter
descending. Sun filter descending.
(Rose wakes in time to see the deadly glare begin to fill the room. She
hammers on the door.)
ROSE: Let me out! Let me out!
COMPUTER: Sun filter descending.
[Outside gallery 15]
ROSE: Let me out! Let me out!
[Gallery 15]
ROSE: Let me out!
COMPUTER: Sun filter descending.
[Outside gallery 15]
COMPUTER: Sun filter descending.
(He works the door panel.)
DOCTOR: Anyone in there?
[Gallery 15]
ROSE: Let me out!
[Outside gallery 15]
DOCTOR: Oh, well, it would be you.
[Gallery 15]
ROSE: Open the door!
[Outside gallery 15]
DOCTOR: Hold on. Give us two ticks.
[Gallery 15]
(The scorching rays reach the top of the door.)
COMPUTER: Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending.
[Outside gallery 15]
COMPUTER: Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising.
[Gallery 15]
COMPUTER: Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising.
[Outside gallery 15]
COMPUTER: Sun filter descending.
DOCTOR: Just what we need.
[Gallery 15]
DOCTOR [OC]: The computer's getting clever.
ROSE: Stop mucking about!
[Outside gallery 15]
DOCTOR: I'm not mucking about. It's fighting back.
[Gallery 15]
ROSE: Open the door!
DOCTOR [OC]: I know!
(Rose runs down the steps away from the glare as it moves down the
door.)
[Outside gallery 15]
ROSE [OC]: The lock's melted!
COMPUTER: Sun filter descending. Sun filter
[Outside gallery 15]
COMPUTER: Descending. Sun filter rising. Sun filter
rising.
(Rose runs back up to the door.)
DOCTOR: The whole thing's jammed. I can't open the doors. Stay there!
[Gallery 15]
DOCTOR [OC]: Don't move!
ROSE: Where are am I going to go, Ipswich?
COMPUTER: Earth Death in five minutes.
[Observation gallery]
JABE: The metal machine confirms. The spider
devices have infiltrated the whole of Platform One.
CASSANDRA: How's that possible? Our private rooms are protected by a
code wall. Moisturise me, moisturise me.
MOXX: Summon the Steward.
JABE: I'm afraid the Steward is dead.
MOXX: Who killed him?
CASSANDRA: This whole event was sponsored by the Face of Boe. He
invited us. Talk to the Face. Talk to the Face.
DOCTOR: Easy way of finding out. Someone bought their little pet on
board. Let's send him back to master.
(The Doctor puts down the spider that Jabe was scanning, and it
scuttles off to Cassandra and scans her, then goes to the black gowned
group.)
CASSANDRA: The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. J'accuse!
DOCTOR: That's all very well, and really kind of obvious, but if you
stop and think about it
(He goes over to the Adherants. Their leader tries to hit him, so he
pulls of its arm.)
DOCTOR: A Repeated Meme is just an idea. And that's all they are, an
idea.
(He pulls one of the wires dangling from the arm, and the Adherants all
collapse.)
DOCTOR: Remote controlled Droids. Nice little cover for the real
troublemaker. Go on, Jimbo. Go home.
(The Doctor gives the spider a nudge, and it returns to Cassandra.)
CASSANDRA: I bet you were the school swot and never got kissed. At
arms!
(Her attendants raise their spray guns.)
DOCTOR: What are you going to do, moisturise me?
CASSANDRA: With acid. Oh, you're too late, anyway. My spiders have
control of the mainframe. Oh, you all carried them as gifts, tax free,
past every code wall. I'm not just as pretty face.
DOCTOR: Sabotaging a ship while you're still inside it? How stupid's
that?
CASSANDRA: I'd hoped to manufacture a hostage situation with myself as
one of the victims. The compensation would have been enormous.
DOCTOR: Five billion years and it still comes down to money.
CASSANDRA: Do you think it's cheap, looking like this? Flatness costs a
fortune. I am the last human, Doctor. Me. Not that freaky little kid of
yours.
MOXX: Arrest her, the infidel
CASSANDRA: Oh, shut it, pixie. I've still got my final option.
COMPUTER: Earth Death in three minutes.
CASSANDRA: And here it comes. You're just as useful dead, all of you. I
have shares in your rival companies and they'll triple in price as soon
as you're dead. My spiders are primed and ready to destroy the safety
systems. How did that old Earth song go? Burn, baby, burn.
JABE: Then you'll burn with us.
CASSANDRA: Oh, I'm so sorry. I know the use of teleportation is
strictly forbidden, but I'm such a naughty thing. Spiders, activate.
(There is a series of explosions through the Platform.)
CASSANDRA: Forcefields gone with the planet about to explode. At least
it'll be quick. Just like my fifth husband. Oh, shame on me.
COMPUTER Safety systems failing.
CASSANDRA: Bye, bye, darlings. Bye, bye, my darlings.
(Cassandra and her attendants beam out.)
COMPUTER: Heat levels rising.
MOXX: Reset the computer.
JABE: Only the Steward would know how.
DOCTOR: No. We can do it by hand. There must be a system restore
switch. Jabe, come on. You lot, just chill.
COMPUTER: Heat rising.
[Space]
COMPUTER: Earth Death in two minutes. Earth Death
in two minutes.
[Maintenance duct]
COMPUTER: Heat levels critical.
[Engine room]
COMPUTER: Heat levels critical.
DOCTOR: Oh. And guess where the switch is.
(On the other side of the turning razor sharp fans.)
COMPUTER: Heat levels rising. Heat levels rising.
(The Doctor pulls a breaker lever and the fans slow a little, but it
resets as soon as he lets go of it.)
COMPUTER: External temperature five thousand degrees.
(Jabe pulls the breaker and holds it down.)
DOCTOR: You can't. The heat's going to vent through this place.
JABE: I know.
DOCTOR: Jabe, you're made of wood.
JABE: Then stop wasting time, Time Lord.
COMPUTER: Heat levels rising. Heat levels rising.
[Observation gallery]
COMPUTER: Heat levels hazardous.
(The observation window begins to crack.)
MOXX: We're going to die!
COMPUTER: Heat levels hazardous.
(The Doctor makes it past the first fan.)
[Gallery 15]
(The window begins to crack here, too.)
COMPUTER: Shields malfunction. Shields malfunction. Shields
malfunction.
(Random pieces of deadly glare lance into the room.)
[Engine room]
COMPUTER: Heat levels critical. Heat levels
critical.
(The Doctor looks back at Jabe, then times his run past the second fan.
Glare lances through into the main observation gallery.)
COMPUTER: Heat levels rising. Heat levels rising.
(Jabe starts to combust. She lets go of the breaker and the fans speed
up to faster than before until they are just a blur.)
COMPUTER: Planet explodes in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five
(The Doctor shuts his eyes and walks past the last fan.)
COMPUTER: Four.
(He opens his eyes, realises he is safe and dashes for the reset
breaker.)
DOCTOR: Raise shields!
[Gallery 15]
COMPUTER: One.
(A forcefield envelopes Platform One as the Earth starts to boil, then
explodes.)
COMPUTER: Exoglass repair. Exoglass repair. Exoglass repair.
(Rose opens her eyes as the cracks in the window vanish, and she sees
the fractured remains of home floating by.)
COMPUTER: Exoglass repair.
(In the engine rooms, the fans have slowed right down for the Doctor to
walk back
easily to Jabe's smoking remains.)
[Observation gallery]
(Rose enters. The Moxx of Balhoon had got fried by
the glare. The Doctor enters and goes over to the two other trees. He
gives them the bad news.)
DOCTOR: I'm sorry.
ROSE: You all right?
DOCTOR: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm full of ideas, I'm bristling with them.
Idea number one, teleportation through five thousand degrees needs some
kind of feed. Idea number two, this feed must be hidden nearby.
(He smashes open the alleged ostrich egg to reveal a small device.)
DOCTOR: Idea number three, if you're as clever as me, then a
teleportation feed can be reversed.
CASSANDRA [OC]: Oh, you should have seen their little alien faces.
(Cassandra is beamed back in.)
CASSANDRA: Oh.
DOCTOR: The last human.
CASSANDRA: So, you passed my little test. Bravo. This makes you
eligible to join, er, the Human Club.
DOCTOR: People have died, Cassandra. You murdered them.
CASSANDRA: It depends on your definition of people, and that's enough
of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries. Take me to
court, then, Doctor, and watch me smile and cry and flutter
DOCTOR: And creak?
CASSANDRA: And what?
DOCTOR: Creak. You're creaking.
CASSANDRA: What? Ah! I'm drying out! Oh, sweet heavens. Moisturise me,
moisturise me! Where are my surgeons? My lovely boys! It's too hot!
DOCTOR: You raised the temperature.
CASSANDRA: Have pity! Moisturise me! Oh, oh, Doctor. I'm sorry. I'll do
anything.
ROSE: Help her.
DOCTOR: Everything has its time and everything dies.
CASSANDRA: I'm too young!
(Splat!)
[Space]
COMPUTER: Shuttles four and six departing. This
unit now closing down for maintenance.
[Observation gallery]
(Only Rose and the Doctor are left, looking at the
asteroids that were once the Earth as they float past the red giant
Sun.)
ROSE: The end of the Earth. It's gone. We were too busy saving
ourselves. No one saw it go. All those years, all that history, and no
one was even looking. It's just
DOCTOR: Come with me.
[London]
(A baby cries, a man laughs. The Doctor and Rose
stand in the middle of teeming people going about their daily lives.)
MAN: Big Issue! Big Issue!
DOCTOR: You think it'll last forever, people and cars and concrete, but
it won't. One day it's all gone. Even the sky. My planet's gone. It's
dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust before its
time.
ROSE: What happened?
DOCTOR: There was a war and we lost.
ROSE: A war with who? What about your people?
DOCTOR: I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all
gone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own 'cos there's
no one else.
ROSE: There's me.
DOCTOR: You've seen how dangerous it is. Do you want to go home?
ROSE: I don't know. I want. Oh, can you smell chips?
DOCTOR: Yeah. Yeah.
ROSE: I want chips.
DOCTOR: Me too.
ROSE: Right then, before you get me back in that box, chips it is, and
you can pay.
DOCTOR: No money.
ROSE: What sort of date are you? Come on then, tightwad, chips are on
me. We've only got five billion years till the shops close.
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