The TARDIS dematerialises with Amy inside, leaving the Doctor stranded in present-day Colchester . He tracks the disturbance which affected the TARDIS to the second floor of a flat, where people have been persuaded to enter but have never left. The Doctor rents part of the downstairs apartment occupied by Craig Owens ( James Corden ), who wishes to declare his love for his friend Sophie ( Daisy Haggard ). When Sophie is lured up to the second floor, the Doctor and Craig enter the flat and discover that it is a TARDIS-like spaceship (disguised by a perception filter ) which has been luring passersby to find a suitable pilot. When Craig does not want to leave, the ship's protocols are counteracted; with its hold on the house broken, the TARDIS can land. In the TARDIS, Amy finds her engagement ring from Rory.
EXT. PARK, DAY The TARDIS materializes and the DOCTOR opens the door to look around. DOCTOR: No, Amy, it's definitely not the fifth moon of Sinda Callista. I think I can see a Ryman's. There is a blast from inside the TARDIS and the DOCTOR is knocked to the ground. DOCTOR: Amy! Amy! The TARDIS dematerializes. INT. TARDIS The TARDIS is out of control and wires are sparking. AMY pulls herself up and looks at the monitor. AMY: Doctor! It's saying we're on Earth! Essex, Colchester. The TARDIS stops shaking and AMY realizes the DOCTOR isn't there. AMY: Doctor?! It's taking off again. Doctor, can you hear me? EXT. PARK, DAY The DOCTOR looks at where the TARDIS used to be. DOCTOR: Amy! Amy... EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET, DAY ONE DAY LATER... A YOUNG MAN is walking down the street when he hears a man's voice over the front door intercom. VOICE: Hello? Hello, please? Hello? I need your help. There's been an accident. The YOUNG MAN approaches and stands hesitantly in front of the door. VOICE: Please, help me. With a buzz, the door opens and the YOUNG MAN enters. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY We look down the stairs into the front hall as the YOUNG MAN steps inside. The lights flicker. YOUNG MAN: Hello? VOICE: Please, will you help me? The YOUNG MAN shuts the door. YOUNG MAN: Help you? What's wrong? A figure in silhouette stands at the top of the stairs. VOICE: Something terrible's happened. Please help me. The YOUNG MAN climbs the stairs and enters the upstairs flat. The door closes seemingly on its own. INT. PARLOR, DAY A woman, SOPHIE, takes off her jacket and drapes it over a desk chair while the occupant of the flat, CRAIG, is in the kitchen. SOPHIE: Craig, what's that on the ceiling? CRAIG: What's what on the ceiling? SOPHIE: That! (points to a large stain) It's coming from upstairs. Who lives up there again? CRAIG: Just some bloke. CRAIG returns to fixing the tea and doesn't see the stain spread. He brings the tea to SOPHIE and joins her on the couch. CRAIG: So what's the plan tonight? Pizza, booze, telly? SOPHIE: Yeah, pizza, booze, telly. There is a load thumping and banging from upstairs. SOPHIE: What is he doing up there? INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY We look up to the top flat as the lights flicker and electricity buzzes. INT. PARLOR, DAY CRAIG is looking up at the ceiling. SOPHIE: You put the advert up yet? CRAIG: Yeah, did it today, paper shop window. "One furnished room available immediately, shared kitchen, bathroom, with 27-year-old male, non smoker, Â£400 pcm - per calendar month - suit young professional." SOPHIE'S mobile rings. SOPHIE: Mmm, sounds ideal. That's your mission in life, Craig. Find me a man! (gets up and gets jacket) CRAIG: Yeah, otherwise you'll have to settle for me. SOPHIE: You'll have to settle for me first. (looks at phone) Oh, Melina again. (answers) What? Right. Yeah, but I've kind of got plans. CRAIG stands on a chair to examine the stain. SOPHIE: No, it's nothing important, it's just Craig. CRAIG: Oh, thanks, Soph! SOPHIE: (to CRAIG) Sorry, you know what I mean! (into phone) OK. I'll talk to Craig, OK. (shuts off phone) Now she's having a Dylan crisis on top of the Clare crisis. It could be another all-nighter. I'm sorry, but I really should go. Do you mind if I go? CRAIG: No, not at all. No, honestly, course not, go. SOPHIE: Cos I could stay. CRAIG: No, go on. SOPHIE: I mean, we've got plans. CRAIG: Just pizza. SOPHIE: Yeah, it's just pizza. They look awkwardly at each other for a moment. SOPHIE: OK! Right, I'm going. CRAIG: All right, then. Well, um, I'll see you soon. SOPHIE: (opens door) Yeah. CRAIG: All right, and give me a call, I hope everything's OK. SOPHIE: Thanks, sorry. (closes the door behind her) INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY Upon closing the door, SOPHIE leans back against it with a sigh. As she heads for the front door, she hears more banging from upstairs. She looks and sees a man through the stained glass window. SOPHIE leaves. INT. PARLOR, DAY CRAIG nervously snaps his fingers as he walks to his kitchen. On the refrigerator door, he has a photo of himself and SOPHIE. CRAIG: Just tell her. Just tell her. "I love you." "I love you." Oh, jus... "Hey, I don't know if you knew..." Oh! (bangs head against fridge) The front doorbell rings. CRAIG looks around and sees SOPHIE'S keys. CRAIG: Every time! (grabs keys) I love you. I love you. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY CRAIG goes to the front door. CRAIG: I love you. I love you! (opens door) EXT. HOUSE, DAY CRAIG: I love you! CRAIG is stunned to see the DOCTOR on his doorstep, not SOPHIE. The DOCTOR is wearing an earpiece. DOCTOR: Well, that's good, cos I'm your new lodger. Do you know, (takes keys) this is going to be easier than I expected! [SCENE_BREAK] Matt Smith Karen Gillan "The Lodger" by Gareth Roberts Producer Tracie Simpson Patrick Schweitzer Director Catherine Mooreshead [SCENE_BREAK] EXT. HOUSE, DAY CRAIG: But I only just put the advert up today, I didn't put my address. DOCTOR: Well, aren't you lucky I came along? More lucky than you know. (looks up) Less of a young professional, more of an ancient amateur, but frankly I'm an absolute dream. CRAIG: (flustered) Hang on, mate, I don't know if I want you staying, and give me back those keys, you can't have those! DOCTOR: Yes, quite right. Have some rent. (hands CRAIG a small paper bag) CRAIG opens the bag to see it filled with cash notes. DOCTOR: That's probably quite a lot, isn't it? Looks like a lot. Is it a lot? I can never tell. The DOCTOR steps past CRAIG into the house. CRAIG follows, closing the door. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY The lights flicker again. DOCTOR: Don't spend it all on sweets. Unless you like sweets. I like sweets. Ooh. (gives CRAIG Gallic air kisses) That's how we greet each other nowadays, isn't it? I'm the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor, I don't know why. I call me the Doctor too. Still don't know why. CRAIG: Craig Owens. The Doctor? DOCTOR: Yep. Who lives upstairs? CRAIG: Just some bloke. DOCTOR: What does he look like? CRAIG: Normal. He's very quiet.(there is a loud bang from above) Usually. Sorry, who are you again? Hello?! INT. PARLOR, DAY The DOCTOR enters the flat followed by CRAIG. CRAIG: Excuse me? The DOCTOR goes straight to the corner with the spreading stain on the ceiling. DOCTOR: Ah! I suppose that's...dry rot? CRAIG: Or damp. Or mildew. DOCTOR: Or none of the above. CRAIG: I'll get someone to fix it. DOCTOR: No, I'll fix it. I'm good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I'm the Doctor, don't call me the Rotmeister. This is the most beautiful parlour I have ever seen, you're obviously a man of impeccable taste. (sits on countertop) I can stay, Craig, can't I? Say I can. CRAIG: You haven't even seen the room. DOCTOR: The room? CRAIG: Your room. DOCTOR: My room? Oh, yes, my room, my room. Take me to my room! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY CRAIG: Yeah, this is Mark's old room, he owns the place, moved out about a month ago. An uncle he'd never even heard of died and left a load of money. DOCTOR: (tests bed) How very convenient. This'll do just right. In fact... (more noise from above) No time to lose. I'll take it. Ah...you'll want to see my credentials. (takes out psychic paper and keeps switching it) There...National Insurance number... NHS number... References.... CRAIG: Is that a reference from the Archbishop of Canterbury? DOCTOR: I'm his special favourite. (puts a finger to his lips) Are you hungry? I'm hungry. CRAIG: I haven't got anything in. INT. KITCHEN, DAY The DOCTOR raids the fridge and cabinets. DOCTOR: You've got everything I need for an omelette fines herbes! Pour deux! (begins to cook) So who's the girl on the fridge? CRAIG: My friend. Sophie. DOCTOR: Girlfriend? CRAIG: A friend who is a girl. There's nothing going on. DOCTOR: Ah, that's completely normal. Works for me. CRAIG: We met at work about a year ago at the call centre. DOCTOR: Oh, really, a communications exchange? That could be handy. CRAIG: Firm's going down though. The bosses are using a totally rubbish business model. I know what they should do, I got a plan all worked out, but I'm just a phone drone, I can't go running in saying I know best. Why am I telling you this? I don't even know you. DOCTOR: I've got one of those faces. People never stop blurting out their plans while I'm around. CRAIG: Right, where's your stuff? DOCTOR: Don't worry, it'll materialise, if all goes to plan. EXT. PARK, DAY The TARDIS attempts to materialize. INT. TARDIS AMY is frustrated with the controls and the TARDIS in general. AMY: Oh, which one, which one?! No! Why won't you land?! EXT. PARK, DAY The TARDIS dematerializes. INT. PARLOR, DAY The DOCTOR and CRAIG have just finished their eggs. CRAIG: Oh, that was incredible! That was absolutely brilliant. Where did you learn to cook? DOCTOR: Paris, in the 18th century. No, hang on, that's not recent, is it? 17th? No, no, no, 20th. Sorry, I'm not used to doing them in the right order. CRAIG: Has anyone ever told you that you're a bit weird? DOCTOR: They never really stop. Ever been to Paris, Craig? CRAIG: Nah, I can't see the point of Paris. I'm not much of a traveller. DOCTOR: I can tell from your sofa. CRAIG: My sofa? DOCTOR: You're starting to look like it. CRAIG: (laughs) Thanks, mate, that's lovely! No, I like it here. (fondles the keychain) I'd miss it, I'd miss... DOCTOR: Those keys? CRAIG: What? DOCTOR: You're sort of... fondling them. CRAIG: I'm holding them. (sets them on sofa arm) DOCTOR: Right. CRAIG: Anyway...(gets up and walks to table by the door and fishes out a set of keys) these... these are your keys. DOCTOR: I can stay? (the DOCTOR meets him halfway) CRAIG: Yeah, you're weird and you can cook, it's good enough for me. (holds up each key) Right, outdoor, front door, your door. DOCTOR: My door. My place. My gaff. (takes keys) Ha-ha! Yes! Me with a key. CRAIG: And listen, Mark and I, we had an arrangement where if you ever need me out of your hair, just give me a shout, OK? (winks) DOCTOR: (winks back) Why would I want that? CRAIG: In case you want to bring someone round. A girlfriend or... a boyfriend? DOCTOR: Oh, I will. I'll shout if that happens. Yes. Something like... I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS! By the way, that... the rot. I've got the strangest feeling we shouldn't touch it. (leaves) INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT The DOCTOR flops on the bed, the communicator blinking in his ear. DOCTOR: Earth to Pond, Earth to Pond. INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) Come in, Pond. AMY: (grabs microphone) Doctor! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT The DOCTOR winces at the feedback. INT. TARDIS AMY: Oooh. Sorry! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: Could you not wreck my new earpiece, Pond? INT. CRAIG'S BEDROOM, NIGHT CRAIG is lying in bed looking over the money the DOCTOR gave him as he talks on the phone with SOPHIE. CRAIG: No, I mean, he seems a laugh. He's a bit weird, good weird, you know? SOPHIE: (over mobile) And he just happens to have three grand on him in a paper bag? CRAIG: Yeah. INT. SOPHIE'S BEDROOM, NIGHT SOPHIE is also in bed. SOPHIE: Wait, wait. "The Doctor"?! INT. CRAIG'S BEDROOM, NIGHT SOPHIE: (over mobile) Craig, what if he's a dealer?! EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT A WOMAN walks down the street after a night out at the clubs. VOICE: Hello. Stop, please. Can you hear me? I need your help. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: How's the TARDIS coping? INT. TARDIS AMY: See for yourself. (holds the mic out so the DOCTOR can hear the TARDIS) INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: (sits up) Ooh, nasty. She's locked in a materialisation loop, trying to land again INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) ...but she can't. AMY: And whatever's stopping her is upstairs in that flat. So go upstairs and sort it! EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT VOICE: Please. My little girl's hurt. The WOMAN enters the house. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: I don't know what it is yet! (stands on bed) Anything that can stop the TARDIS from landing is big, scary big! INT. TARDIS AMY: Wait...are you scared? INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY A figure stands at the top of the stairs. VOICE: I'm so sorry, but will you help me? Please. WOMAN: (climbs stairs) Help you? INT. CRAIG'S BEDROOM, NIGHT SOPHIE: (over mobile) A bow tie, are you serious?! CRAIG: (hears the DOCTOR) Hang on a sec. INT. SOPHIE'S BEDROOM, NIGHT SOPHIE: What? Craig, Craig? INT. CRAIG'S BEDROOM, NIGHT CRAIG gets out of bed and walks to the wall shared with the DOCTOR'S room to listen. DOCTOR: (through wall) ..Orange juice, eocenes Arbuckle, rare tarantula on the table, ooh! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: I can't go up there until I know what it is and how to deal with it! It is vital that this "man" upstairs doesn't realise who and what I am. (bounces on the bed and smiles) So no sonicking. No advanced technology. I can only use this (taps earpiece) 'cos we're on scramble. (jumps to floor) To anyone else hearing this conversation, we're talking absolute gibberish. INT. CRAIG'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: (through wall) Practical eruption in chicken. Descartes Lombardy spiral. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: All I've got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? (puts on sunglasses) AMY: (over earpiece) Have you seen you? DOCTOR: So you're just going to be snide? No helpful hints? INT. TARDIS AMY: Hmm, well, here's one...bow tie, get rid! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: (checks himself in mirror) Bow ties are cool. (puts sunglasses in pocket) Come on, Amy, I'm a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do. AMY: (over earpiece) They watch telly, they play football... INT. TARDIS AMY: they go down the pub. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: (flips through book) I could do those things! I don't, but I could! There is a crashing from above. DOCTOR: Hang on. Wait, wait, wait! Amy?! INT. TARDIS Screaming, AMY grabs onto the console as the TARDIS shakes again. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT The hands of the clocks in the room begins spinning back and forth. The DOCTOR looks at his watch and sees the same thing. DOCTOR: Interesting. Localised time loop. INT. TARDIS AMY: Ow! What's all that? INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: Time distortion. Whatever's happening upstairs, is still affecting you. INT. TARDIS AMY screams again as the TARDIS lurches. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, NIGHT Lights flash through the door to the upstairs flat. INT. HOUSE, TOP FLAT, NIGHT The WOMAN screams. INT. TARDIS AMY: It's stopped...ish! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT AMY: (over earpiece) How about your end? DOCTOR: My end's good. INT. TARDIS AMY: So, doesn't sound great, but nothing to worry about? INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: No, no, no, not really! Just keep the zigzag plotter on full, INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) that'll protect you. AMY pulls the switch as directed but it does nothing. AMY: Ah! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: Amy, I said the zigzag plotter! INT. TARDIS AMY: I pulled the zigzag plotter! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: What, you're standing with the door behind you? INT. TARDIS AMY: Yes! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: (mimes what he says) OK, take two steps to your right and pull it again! INT. TARDIS AMY does as the DOCTOR says and the grating eases. She sighs in relief. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: Oh. Now, I must not use the sonic. I've got work to do, need to pick up a few items. INT. TARDIS AMY: Hey! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT The DOCTOR throws some items on the bed and walks out of the room. EXT. HOUSE, NIGHT The DOCTOR walks backwards towards the house, pulling a shopping trolley. The trolley is filled with odds and ends. In the distance, a cat meows. DOCTOR: Ssh! Don't get comfortable! The DOCTOR pulls the house keys from his pocket and unlocks the front door. INT. FLAT HALL, DAY CRAIG is standing outside the bathroom. From inside we hear water running and the DOCTOR singing. CRAIG knocks on the door. CRAIG: Doctor! DOCTOR: Hello?! CRAIG: How long are you going to be in there? DOCTOR: Oh, sorry, I like a good soak! There is a loud banging from above. CRAIG: (looks up) What the hell was that? INT. BATHROOM, DAY The DOCTOR is in the shower. DOCTOR: What did you say? INT. FLAT HALL, DAY CRAIG: I'm just going to go upstairs, see if he's OK. INT. BATHROOM, DAY DOCTOR: Sorry? INT. FLAT HALL, DAY CRAIG heads for the flat door. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY CRAIG opens the door into the hall and heads up the stairs. INT. BATHROOM, DAY The DOCTOR peeks around the curtain. DOCTOR: What did you say? INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY CRAIG knocks on the door of the upstairs flat and it is opened a crack by an older gentlemen. MAN: Yes? Hello? INT. BATHROOM, DAY DOCTOR: Craig? The DOCTOR grabs a towel but slips on the bathroom floor as he gets out. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY CRAIG: It's me from downstairs. I heard a big bang. INT. BATHROOM, DAY The DOCTOR sits up on the floor, soap in his eyes. DOCTOR: No choice...it's sonicking time. Blinded by the soap, he reaches for the sonic screwdriver but grabs a toothbrush. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY MAN: Thank you, Craig, but I don't need your help. (closes door) INT. FLAT HALL, DAY The DOCTOR runs out of the bathroom. The towel wrapped around his waist slips to the floor. DOCTOR: Oops! The DOCTOR picks up the towel and runs out. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY The DOCTOR runs into the hall and aims what he believes to be the screwdriver up the stairs. DOCTOR: What happened, what's going on? CRAIG: Is that my toothbrush? DOCTOR: Correct. You spoke to the man upstairs? CRAIG: Yeah. DOCTOR: What did he look like? CRAIG: More normal than you do at the moment, mate. What are you doing? DOCTOR: I thought you might be in trouble. CRAIG: Thanks(!) Well if I ever am, you can come and save me with my toothbrush. The phone rings and CRAIG goes to answer it. The DOCTOR cautiously climbs the stairs. SOPHIE enters and sees the DOCTOR. SOPHIE: Ooh! Hello? DOCTOR: Ah! Hello! The Doctor. (comes down stairs) Right. You must be Sophie. SOPHIE: Mm-hm. The DOCTOR gives her a Gallic air kiss like he gave CRAIG. SOPHIE: Oh...oh! With a last look upstairs, the DOCTOR enters the flat. INT. PARLOR, DAY CRAIG is on the phone. CRAIG: No, Dom's in Malta, there's nobody around. Hang on a sec. (to DOCTOR) We've got a match today, pub league, we're one down if you fancy it? DOCTOR: Pub league? A drinking competition? CRAIG: No...football...play football? DOCTOR: Football. Football! Yes, blokes play football! I'm good at football, I think. CRAIG: You've saved my life! (pats him on the cheek) (into phone) I've got somebody. All right, see you down there. Hey, Soph. The DOCTOR goes to the fridge and takes out a carton of milk. SOPHIE: Hey, I thought I'd come early and meet your new flatmate. DOCTOR: Do you play, Sophie? (drinks from the carton) CRAIG: No, Soph just stands on the sidelines, she's my mascot. SOPHIE: I'm your mascot? Mascot?! CRAIG: Well, not my mascot, it's a football match, I can't take a date. SOPHIE: I didn't say I was your date. CRAIG: Neither did I. The three stand in an awkward silence. DOCTOR: Better get dressed. The DOCTOR hands CRAIG his toothbrush back and heads for his room. CRAIG: Oh, the spare kit's just in the bottom drawer. DOCTOR: Bit of a mess. (closes bedroom door) CRAIG: What d'you think? SOPHIE: You didn't say he was gorgeous! The DOCTOR opens the door to his room. DOCTOR: You unlocked the door. How did you do that? Those are your keys, you must have left them last time you came here. SOPHIE: Yeah, but I...How do you know these are my keys? CRAIG: I've been holding them! SOPHIE: I have got another set. DOCTOR: You've got two sets of keys to someone else's house? SOPHIE: Yeah. DOCTOR: I see! You must like it here too. (closes bedroom door) INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY The DOCTOR changes into his uniform while talking to AMY. DOCTOR: So I'm going out, if I hang about the house all the time, him upstairs might get suspicious, notice me. INT. TARDIS AMY: Football, OK, well done, that is normal. DOCTOR: (over speaker) Yeah, football, all outdoorsy. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY DOCTOR: Now, football's the one with the sticks, isn't it? EXT. PARK, DAY The DOCTOR is walking with CRAIG and SOPHIE. CRAIG: What are you actually called, what's your proper name? DOCTOR: Just call me the Doctor. SOPHIE: Yeah. CRAIG: I can't say to these guys, "Hey, this is my new flatmate, he's called the Doctor." DOCTOR: Why not? CRAIG: 'Cos it's weird. They are greeted by SEAN, one of CRAIG'S teammates. SEAN: All right, Craig. Soph. All right, mate. DOCTOR: (shakes SEAN'S hand) Hello, I'm Craig's new flatmate. (Gallic kiss) I'm called the Doctor. SEAN: All right, Doctor. I'm Sean. Where are you strongest? DOCTOR: Arms. CRAIG: No, he means, what position? On the field? DOCTOR: Not sure. The front? The side? Below? SEAN: Are you any good though? The DOCTOR spins the ball on his fingertips. DOCTOR: Let's find out! (kicks the ball and heads out to the field) As the team plays, the DOCTOR takes over the field, intercepting passes to other players and scoring goals. SOPHIE cheers from the sidelines. This upsets CRAIG. Soon the majority of the onlookers begin chanting "Doctor!" [SCENE_BREAK] EXT. HOUSE, DAY A WOMAN walks down the street. A little girl's voice comes over the intercom. VOICE: Please can you help me? Can you help me, please? Can you help me? The WOMAN stops and approaches the door. WOMAN: Hello? (goes inside) INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY The figure of a girl stands at the top of the steps. GIRL: I've lost my mum, I don't know where she is. Please can you help me? WOMAN: Help you? You poor thing, what's happened? (goes upstairs) The GIRL heads into the flat. GIRL: Can you help me find her? EXT. PARK, DAY The game is over and the team and friends are gathered around a bench having some beers. SEAN: You are so on the team! Next week we've got the Crown and Anchor, we'll annihilate them! DOCTOR: No violence, not while I'm around, not today, not ever. I'm the Doctor, the oncoming storm... and you meant beat them in a football match, didn't you? SEAN: Yeah. DOCTOR: Lovely, what sort of time? CRAIG opens a can and it spills over and everyone laughs. It keeps happening, involving everyone but the DOCTOR. He leaves the small group to make contact with AMY. INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT, DAY The WOMAN screams in pain. EXT. PARK, DAY DOCTOR: Amy? INT. TARDIS Once again, the TARDIS is shaking. DOCTOR: (over speaker) Amy? AMY: It's happening again! Worse! EXT. PARK, DAY DOCTOR: What does the scanner say? INT. TARDIS AMY looks at the scanner. AMY: A lot of nines. Is it good that they're nines? Tell me it's good that they're all nines! EXT. PARK, DAY DOCTOR: Yes, yes, it's...it's good! Zigzag plotter, zigzag plotter, Amy. INT. TARDIS AMY uses the zigzag plotter but there is no change. She is then thrown by the TARDIS as it lurches. She screams. EXT. PARK, DAY DOCTOR: Amy? Are you there? INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) Amy? AMY: Yes, hello. EXT. PARK, DAY DOCTOR: Ah, thank heavens. I thought the TARDIS had been flung off into the vortex with you inside it, INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) ...lost forever. AMY: You mean that could actually happen!? EXT. PARK, DAY AMY: (over earpiece) You have got to get me out of here. DOCTOR: How are the numbers? INT. TARDIS AMY checks the scanner. AMY: All fives. EXT. PARK, DAY DOCTOR: Fives? (looks to see the time loop ended) Even better. INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) Still, it means the effect's almost unbelievably powerful and dangerous, but don't worry. EXT. PARK, DAY DOCTOR: Hang on, OK? INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) I've got some rewiring to do. AMY: Hey! You..."hang on"! INT. FLAT HALL, DAY CRAIG comes down the hall from his bedroom to the DOCTOR'S and knocks on the door. The DOCTOR opens the door, an orange traffic cone under his arm. DOCTOR: Hello, flatmate. CRAIG: Hey, man. Listen, Sophie's coming round tonight and I was wondering if you could give us some space? DOCTOR: Oh, don't mind me. You won't even know I'm here. There is another loud noise from above and the DOCTOR looks up. DOCTOR: That's the idea. The DOCTOR closes the door and CRAIG stands there listening. DOCTOR: Yes, perfect! What a beauty! There is some rustling and clinking but CRAIG just shrugs it off. INT. PARLOR, NIGHT SOPHIE and CRAIG are on the couch. SOPHIE notices the stain on the ceiling. SOPHIE: That's got bigger. CRAIG: Oh, yeah. SOPHIE: Are we going out? CRAIG: I've had a bit of a weird day, can we do pizza-booze-telly? SOPHIE: Great, love it! Wait. (shuts off mobile) No Melina, no crises, no interruptions. CRAIG: Great. Excellent. Um, Soph...I've...I think... SOPHIE: Where's this going? CRAIG: I think that we...should... SOPHIE nods as she waits for CRAIG to finish his sentence. DOCTOR: Hello. The DOCTOR is kneeling behind the sofa, only his head showing. CRAIG: What? DOCTOR: Whoops, sorry, don't worry, I wasn't listening, in a world of my own down there. CRAIG: I thought you were going out? DOCTOR: Just re-connecting all the electrics, it's a real mess. Where's the on-switch for this? (holds out a normal screwdriver) CRAIG: He really is on his way out. SOPHIE: No, I don't mind, if you don't mind. CRAIG: (upset) I don't mind, why would I mind? SOPHIE: (to DOCTOR) Then stay, have a drink with us. DOCTOR: What, do I have to stay now? CRAIG: Do you want to stay? DOCTOR: I don't mind. SOPHIE: OK! CRAIG: Great! LATER... The DOCTOR is sitting in a chair working with the electric wires around his neck. SOPHIE is drinking a glass of wine and CRAIG is looking up at the ceiling. SOPHIE: Cos life can seem pointless, Doctor. Work, weekend, work, weekend. And there's six billion people on the planet doing pretty much the same. DOCTOR: Six billion people? Watching you two at work, I'm starting to wonder where they all come from. SOPHIE: What? What do you mean by that? DOCTOR: So, the call centre. That's no good? What do you really want to do? SOPHIE: Don't laugh. I only ever told Craig about it. I want to work looking after animals. Maybe abroad? I saw this orangutan sanctuary on telly. DOCTOR: What's stopping you? CRAIG: She can't, you need loads of qualifications. SOPHIE: Yeah, true. Plus it's scary, everyone I know lives round here. Craig got offered a job in London, better money, didn't take it. CRAIG: What's wrong with staying here? I can't see the point of London. DOCTOR: Well, perhaps that's you, then. Perhaps you'll just have to stay here, secure and a little bit miserable until the day you drop. Better than trying and failing, eh? SOPHIE: You think I'd fail? DOCTOR: Everybody's got dreams, Sophie, very few are going to achieve them, so why pretend? (sips wine then makes a face and spits it back into the glass) Perhaps, in the whole universe, a call centre is where you should be? SOPHIE: Why are you saying that? That's horrible. DOCTOR: Is it true? SOPHIE: Of course it's not true. I'm not staying in a call centre all my life, I can do anything I want! The DOCTOR smiles. SOPHIE: Oh! Yeah! Right! (fist bumps the DOCTOR) (to CRAIG) Oh, my God! Did you see what he just did? CRAIG: No, what's happening? Are you going to live with monkeys now? DOCTOR: It's a big old world, Sophie. Work out what's really keeping you here, eh? SOPHIE: I don't know. Dunno. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY CRAIG escorts SOPHIE to the door. CRAIG: So, are you going to be taking off then, seeing the world? SOPHIE: What? Do you think I should? CRAIG: Yeah... Like the Doctor says, what's keeping you here? SOPHIE: Yeah, exactly! What? Bye. CRAIG: See you. They hug. CRAIG: See you in a bit. SOPHIE: Yeah. (leaves) INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT The DOCTOR has created a large and ungainly device from all the bits and pieces he has collected. He has set the main part on the bed frame and ducks out of the way as it begins to spin wobbly. DOCTOR: Right. Shield's up. Let's scan! AMY: (over earpiece) What are you getting? The DOCTOR looks at a converted digital clock. DOCTOR: Upstairs. INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) No traces of high technology. Totally INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: normal. No no, no, no, it can't be! It's too normal. INT. TARDIS AMY: Only for you could too normal be a problem. You said I could be lost forever. Just go upstairs. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, NIGHT DOCTOR: Without knowing, get myself killed, then you really are lost. If I could just get a look in there... Hold on. (stops the device spinning) Use the data bank, get me the plans of this building - its history, the layout, everything. INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) Meanwhile, I shall recruit a spy. INT. PARLOR, NIGHT CRAIG is clearing up after SOPHIE'S visit and looks up at the ceiling. Curious, he steps onto a chair. He starts to reach out but stops. CRAIG: The Rotmeister... (touches the stain and receives a shock) Ahh! Ow! (steps down and shakes his hand) INT. FLAT HALL, DAY The DOCTOR walks down the hall, carrying a breakfast tray. He stops at CRAIG'S door. DOCTOR: Craig! Craig? (knocks on door) Breakfast. It's normal. Craig? (opens door) Craig! INT. CRAIG'S BEDROOM, DAY CRAIG is lying unmoving on his bed. The DOCTOR rushes over and puts the tray down on the bed. He kneels beside him and grabs CRAIG'S arm. DOCTOR: Craig, I told you not to touch it! What's that? (a large streak is running up CRAIG'S arm) An unfamiliar and obviously poisonous substance. "Oh, I know what would be really clever, I'll stick my hand in it!" Come on, Craig, breathe. The DOCTOR pounds on CRAIG'S chest and CRAIG gasps. DOCTOR: Come on, Craig, breathe! Thems are healthy footballer's lungs! The DOCTOR grabs the teapot and runs from the room. INT. KITCHEN, DAY The DOCTOR grabs teabags and crams them into the pot. DOCTOR: Right. Reverse the enzyme decay. Excite the tannin molecules. Rushes back to CRAIG'S room. INT. CRAIG'S BEDROOM, DAY The DOCTOR makes CRAIG drink the tea via the spout. CRAIG: (hoarsely) I've got to go to work. DOCTOR: On no account. You need rest. One more. CRAIG: (drinks) It's the planning meeting, it's important. DOCTOR: You're important. You're going to be fine, Craig. CRAIG falls asleep and the DOCTOR slips out. LATER... CRAIG rolls over to see that it is 2:45 in the afternoon. He gets up in a panic. CRAIG: What! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY Dressed for work, CRAIG runs out the door. INT. WORK CORRIDOR, DAY CRAIG runs down the hallway and into the call center. INT. CALL CENTER, DAY MICHAEL: Oh, afternoon. CRAIG: I'm so sorry, Michael, I don't know what happened, I've got no excuse. The DOCTOR pops up from under the desk right where MICHAEL and CRAIG are standing. He has on a headset and is speaking with a customer. DOCTOR: (into headset) I think that's not what my screen is telling me, Mr Lang. CRAIG: What's he doing here? What are you doing here? DOCTOR: (into headset) If that's your attitude, Mr Lang, please take your custom elsewhere. (blows raspberry) CRAIG: No, no, no, that's one of my best clients! DOCTOR: Craig, how are you feeling? Had some time to kill, I was curious, never worked in an office. Never worked in anywhere. CRAIG: You're insane! MICHAEL: Leave off the Doctor, I love the Doctor. He was brilliant in the planning meeting. CRAIG: You went to the planning meeting? DOCTOR: Yes. I was your representative. We don't need Mr Lang any more. Rude Mr Lang. SOPHIE arrives with tea and biscuits. SOPHIE: Here you go, and I found some custard creams! DOCTOR: Sophie, my hero. SOPHIE: Hi, Craig. I went on the web, applied for a wildlife charity thing. They said I could always start as a volunteer straight away. Should I do it? CRAIG: Yeah, great, yeah, good, go for it. DOCTOR: You look awful. About turn! Bed. Now. Who next? (types at keyboard) Oh, yes. SOPHIE walks away. MICHAEL waves goodbye and CRAIG heads for the door in frustration. DOCTOR: (into headset) Hello, Mr Joergensen. Can you hold? I have to eat a biscuit. The DOCTOR looks over to the door and watches CRAIG leave. He also sees SOPHIE'S reaction. INT. PARLOR, DAY CRAIG goes through a drawer and pulls out a spare set of keys then heads for the DOCTOR'S bedroom door. He unlocks it and steps in. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY CRAIG stops when he sees the DOCTOR'S device still spinning. CRAIG: What the hell? INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY A cat comes down the stairs and meows. The DOCTOR enters and sees it. DOCTOR: Have you been upstairs? (cat meows) Yes? (deep throaty meow) INT. PARLOR, DAY CRAIG is throwing darts. He hears the DOCTOR in the front hall. DOCTOR: (through wall) You can do it. Show me what's up there? What's behind that door? Try to show me. Ohh, that doesn't make sense! Ever see anyone go up there? Lots of people? Good good. CRAIG peers through the peephole and sees the DOCTOR on the stairs petting the cat. DOCTOR: What kind of people? People who never come back down. That's very bad. CRAIG opens the door. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY DOCTOR: (looks up) Oh, hello. CRAIG: I can't take this any more. I want you to go! CRAIG goes back into the flat and the DOCTOR follows. CRAIG gives him the paper bag of money CRAIG: You can have this back an' all. DOCTOR: What have I done? CRAIG: For a start, talking to a cat. DOCTOR: (throws bag over his shoulder) Lots of people talk to cats. CRAIG: Everybody loves you, you're better at football than me, and my job, and now Sophie's all "Oh, monkeys, monkeys!" and then... (opens the door to the DOCTOR'S room) there's that! The DOCTOR rushes over. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY DOCTOR: It's art! A statement on modern society, "Ooh, ain't modern society awful?" (stops it spinning) CRAIG: Me and you, it's not gonna work out. You've been here three days, the three weirdest days of my life. DOCTOR: Your days will get a lot weirder if I go! CRAIG: I thought it was good weird, but it's not, it's bad weird! I can't do this any more! DOCTOR: I can't leave this place. I'm like you, I can't see the point of anywhere else. Madrid, hah, what a dump! I have to stay. CRAIG: No, you don't, you have to leave! DOCTOR: I can't go! CRAIG: Just get out! CRAIG goes to push the DOCTOR and the DOCTOR grabs him by the lapels. DOCTOR: Right! Only way! I'm going to show you something, but ssh, really, ssh! Oh, I am going to regret this. OK, right... First, general background! The DOCTOR head-butts CRAIG. EACH man then grabs his head in pain with a groan. CRAIG "sees" the DOCTOR'S past incarnations and some adventures. He gasps in realization and points at the DOCTOR. CRAIG: You're a... DOCTOR: Yes. CRAIG: From... (points skywards) DOCTOR: Ssh. CRAIG: You've got a TARDIS! DOCTOR: Yes. Ssh! (motions to his face) Eleventh! Right... OK, specific detail! He head-butts CRAIG again, filling him in on the reason he is there. CRAIG: You saw my ad in the paper shop window. DOCTOR: Yes, with this right above it. (shows CRAIG a note signed by AMY) Which is odd, because Amy hasn't written it yet. Time travel, it CAN happen. CRAIG: That's a scanner! You used non-technological technology of Lammasteen. The DOCTOR claps a hand over CRAIG'S mouth. DOCTOR: Shut up! INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY SOPHIE enters and uses her key on the door to the flat. The figure of a girl appears at the top of the stairs. GIRL: Please can you help me? SOPHIE: Hi. GIRL: Please. Will you help me? SOPHIE: What's the matter, my love? (starts up the stairs) Help you? SOPHIE follows the girl into the upstairs flat. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY DOCTOR: Aaargh! I am never, ever doing that ever ever again... (turns on earpiece) Amy! CRAIG: That's Amy Pond! DOCTOR: Oh, of course, you can understand us now, hurrah. (to AMY) Got those plans yet? INT. TARDIS AMY: Still searching for them! DOCTOR: (over speaker) I've worked it out with psychic help from a cat. AMY: Cat? INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY DOCTOR: Yes, I know he's got a time engine in the flat upstairs. INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) He's using innocent people to try and launch it. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY DOCTOR: Whenever he does, they get burnt up, hence the stain... CRAIG: From the ceiling? DOCTOR: Well done, Craig. INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) And you, Miss Pond, nearly get thrown off into the Vortex. AMY: Lovely! INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY A loud crash comes from above. CRAIG: People are dying up there? People are dying. People are dying. DOCTOR: Amy! INT. TARDIS AMY is thrown to the floor as the TARDIS lurches again. INT. DOCTOR'S BEDROOM, DAY CRAIG: They're being killed! DOCTOR: Someone's up there. The DOCTOR runs out of the room followed by CRAIG. INT. TARDIS AMY pulls herself up and clings to the monitor handle. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY The DOCTOR and CRAIG run up the stairs. AMY: (over earpiece) Doctor! DOCTOR: Hang on! CRAIG stops when he sees SOPHIE'S keys in the lock. DOCTOR: Craig, come on...someone's dying up there. (sees SOPHIE'S keys and runs upstairs) CRAIG: It's Sophie. It's Sophie that's dying up there, it's Sophie! (follows the DOCTOR) INT. TARDIS AMY: Doctor! Stop! INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY The DOCTOR and CRAIG arrive outside the door of the top flat. CRAIG: Where's Sophie! DOCTOR: Wait, wait! Amy? CRAIG: I'm holding them. (sets them on sofa arm) INT. TARDIS AMY: Are you upstairs? INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY DOCTOR: Just going in! AMY: (over earpiece) But you can't be upstairs. DOCTOR: Of course I can be upstairs! CRAIG: Come on! INT. TARDIS AMY: No! I've got the plans, you cannot be upstairs, it's a one-storey building. INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY AMY: (over earpiece) There is no upstairs! The DOCTOR and CRAIG look down the stairs before the DOCTOR uses the sonic screwdriver and they enter the flat. INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY Beyond the normal looking front door is a very advanced spaceship. At its center is a control panel. CRAIG: What? The DOCTOR and CRAIG slowly walk in. DOCTOR: What? Oh. Oh, of course! The time engine isn't IN the flat, the time engine IS the flat! Someone's attempt to build a TARDIS. CRAIG: No, there's always been an upstairs. DOCTOR: Has there? Think about it! CRAIG: Yes. No. I don't... DOCTOR: Perception filter. It's more than a disguise. It tricks your memory. SOPHIE screams as she is pulled towards the controls. CRAIG: Sophie! CRAIG and the DOCTOR run to her. CRAIG: Sophie! Oh, my God, Sophie! (grabs her hand to keep it from touching the glowing panel) DOCTOR: Craig! It's controlling her. It's willing her to touch the activator. CRAIG: It's not going to have her! The DOCTOR uses the sonic screwdriver on the panel. SOPHIE touches it and screams. DOCTOR: Ah! Deadlock seal! CRAIG: You've got to do something! The device lets her go and CRAIG eases her to the ground. DOCTOR: What? Why's it let her go? The DOCTOR looks around and sees a dried up skeleton. As he crosses the center of the room, the hologram of the old man appears. HOLOGRAM: You will help me. DOCTOR: Right! Stop! Crashed ship, let's see. Hello, I'm Captain Troy Handsome of International Rescue. Please state the nature of your emergency. HOLOGRAM: The ship has crashed. The crew are dead. A pilot is required. DOCTOR: You're the emergency crash program. A hologram. You've been luring people up here so you can try them out. The DOCTOR uses the sonic screwdriver and the hologram changes to that of the little girl, a younger man, then back to the old man. HOLOGRAM: You will help me, you will help me, you will help me. SOPHIE: Craig! Where am I? DOCTOR: Hush! Human brains aren't strong enough, they just burn. You're stupid, aren't you? You just keep trying. HOLOGRAM: 17 people have been tried. 6,000,400,026 remain. SOPHIE: (stands) Seriously, what is going on? DOCTOR: Oh, for goodness' sake. The top floor of Craig's building is in reality an alien space ship, INT. TARDIS DOCTOR: (over speaker) ...intent on slaughtering the population of this planet. INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY DOCTOR: Any questions? No? Good. SOPHIE: Yes, I have questions. HOLOGRAM: The correct pilot has now been found. DOCTOR: Yes, I was worried you'd say that. INT. TARDIS AMY: He means you, Doctor, doesn't he? INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY Fingers of energy reach out and begin to pull the DOCTOR towards the control panel. HOLOGRAM: The correct pilot has been found. The correct pilot has been found. INT. TARDIS AMY: What's happening? INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY The DOCTOR tries to resist. DOCTOR: It's pulling me in! I'm the new pilot! AMY: (over earpiece) Could you do it? INT. TARDIS AMY: Could you fly the ship safely? INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY DOCTOR: No, I'm way too much for this ship. My hand touches that panel, the planet doesn't blow up, the whole solar system does. The DOCTOR halts his hand inches above the glowing panel. HOLOGRAM: The correct pilot has been found. DOCTOR: No...worst choice ever, I promise you. Stop this! AMY: (over earpiece) Doctor! INT. TARDIS AMY: It's getting worse. INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY DOCTOR: It doesn't want everyone. Craig, it didn't want you! CRAIG: I spoke to him and he said I couldn't help him! DOCTOR: It didn't want Sophie before but now it does. What's changed? (groans in pain) No! I gave her the idea of leaving! It's a machine that needs to leave, it wants people who want to escape! And you don't want to leave, Craig, you're Mr Sofa Man. INT. TARDIS AMY: Doctor! INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY DOCTOR: Craig, you can shut down the engine. Put your hand on the panel and concentrate on why you want to stay! SOPHIE: Craig, no! CRAIG: Will it work? DOCTOR: Yes! CRAIG: Are you sure? DOCTOR: Yes! CRAIG: Is that a lie? DOCTOR: Of course, it's a lie! CRAIG: It's good enough for me. Geronimo! CRAIG slams his palm onto the panel and screams as the energy courses through him. The ship releases its hold on the DOCTOR. INT. TARDIS AMY holds onto the monitor handle for dear life. INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY SOPHIE: Craig! INT. TARDIS AMY: Doctor! INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY The DOCTOR rushes over to CRAIG. DOCTOR: Craig, what's keeping you here? Think about everything that makes you want to stay here! Why don't you want to leave? (slaps CRAIG) CRAIG: Sophie! And I don't want to leave Sophie! I can't leave Sophie! I love Sophie! SOPHIE: I love you, too, Craig, you idiot! (slaps her hand down on the panel with CRAIG'S) The ship begins to smoke and spark. INT. TARDIS AMY: Doctor! INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY CRAIG: Honestly, do you mean that? SOPHIE: Of course I mean it! Do you mean it? CRAIG: I've always meant it. Seriously though, do you mean it? SOPHIE: Yes. INT. TARDIS AMY: Ugh! CRAIG: (over speaker) But what about the monkeys? INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY DOCTOR: Oh, not now, not again! Craig, the planet's about to burn! For God's sake, kiss the girl! INT. TARDIS AMY: Kiss the girl! INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY CRAIG and SOPHIE kiss and they are able to remove their hands from the panel. INT. TARDIS The TARDIS calms down and makes the normal sound of materialization. INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY AMY: (over earpiece) Doctor! INT. TARDIS AMY: You've done it. Aha, you've done it! INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY AMY: (over earpiece) Oh, now the screen's just zeros! Now it's minus ones, minus twos, minus threes... SOPHIE and CRAIG are still kissing. INT. TARDIS AMY: Big yes! INT. UPSTAIRS FLAT/SPACESHIP, DAY The HOLOGRAM cycles through its different voices and projections. HOLOGRAM: Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. DOCTOR: Big no. HOLOGRAM: Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. CRAIG: Did we switch it off? DOCTOR: Emergency shutdown, it's imploding, everybody out, out, out! HOLOGRAM: Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. CRAIG and SOPHIE run out of the ship followed by the DOCTOR. INT. TARDIS AMY: Doctor! INT. HOUSE FRONT HALL, DAY The three run down the stairs and outside as the house begins to shake. EXT. HOUSE, DAY They run across the street and watch as the perception filter dissipates to reveal the ship. Mere seconds later, the ship disappears. People stroll by, not realizing what had happened. CRAIG: Look at them. Didn't they see that? The whole top floor just vanished. DOCTOR: Perception filter. There never was a top floor. INT. PARLOR, DAY The stain on the ceiling has disappeared. CRAIG and SOPHIE are kissing on the couch. CRAIG: So have we spoiled our friendship, then? SOPHIE: Totally ruined it. CRAIG: And what about the monkeys? We could save them together, you know. Do whatever we want. I could see the point of Paris if you were there with me. SOPHIE: First let's destroy our friendship completely. They continue to make out on the couch. The DOCTOR enters, sees what they're doing and quietly leaves his keys on the sideboard. He then goes to leave. CRAIG: Oi! SOPHIE and CRAIG come over to him. SOPHIE: What, you're trying to sneak off? DOCTOR: Yes, well, you were sort of... busy. CRAIG picks up the keys and hold them out to the DOCTOR. CRAIG: I want you to keep these. Thank you. DOCTOR: Thank you. (takes keys) Cos I might pop back soon, have another little stay. CRAIG: No, you won't. I've been in your head, remember? But I still want you to keep them. DOCTOR: Thank you, Craig. CRAIG: Thank you, Doctor. DOCTOR: Sophie. (puts a hand on their shoulders) Now then. 6,000,400,026 people in the world. That's the number to beat. SOPHIE: (laughs) Yeah. The DOCTOR leaves with a smile. On the fridge, amidst photos of CRAIG and SOPHIE, brightly colored letter magnets spell out "The Doctor Rocks". Panning down, there is a photo of the DOCTOR being held aloft on the team's shoulders after the football match. Panning to the gap next to the fridge and then zooming in, we see the same crack as from AMY'S childhood bedroom. INT. TARDIS The DOCTOR sets the TARDIS in motion. DOCTOR: Back in time! You need to go to the paper shop, leave that note for me. AMY: Right little matchmaker, aren't you? Can't you find me a fella? The DOCTOR puts on his stethoscope and listens to the console. DOCTOR: Oh, rectifier's playing up again...Hold on. (goes to a different section of the control room) You write the note and I'll change that will. AMY: You got a pen? DOCTOR: Make sure it's a red pen. AMY searches the DOCTOR'S jacket pockets for a pen. She pulls out the jewelry box holding her engagement ring from RORY. She opens it and stares at the ring. As she does, there is a flash of the crack growing wider and flashing brilliantly.
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