Using Jack's repaired vortex manipulator, the Doctor, Martha, and Jack land in present-day London the day after the general election. The Master has hypnotised the world with a network of mobile phone satellites called Archangel, allowing him to be elected Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. He imprisons Martha's family on board the flying aircraft carrier the Valiant , on which he intends to televise first contact with a race he calls the Toclafane the following morning. The Doctor, Martha, and Jack fail to unmask the Master, and the Master takes the Doctor and Jack as prisoners. An invasion force of billions of Toclafane come to Earth. The Master orders them to wipe out a tenth of Earth's population. Martha escapes to the surface using Jack's vortex manipulator.
Recap 311 "Utopia". The quiet of an alleyway is disturbed as the time vortex opens and the Doctor, Martha and Jack appear groaning. MARTHA: Oh, my head! DOCTOR: Time travel without a capsule. That's a killer. Jack cracks his neck before they leave the alley. They walk along a main street taking in their surroundings. JACK: Still, at least we made it. Earth, 21st century by the looks of it. Ha, ha, talk about lucky. DOCTOR: That wasn't luck, that was me. Back on Malcassairo, the Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver on Jack's vortex manipulator as he and Martha try and keep the Futurekind out. DOCTOR: Hold still! Don't move! Hold it still! JACK: I'm telling you, it's broken! It hasn't worked for years! DOCTOR: That's because you didn't have me. Martha, grab hold! (Takes Martha's hand and places it on top of the manipulator). Now! They disappear. The Doctor, Martha and Jack are sitting in an area in the middle of a pedestrian-only road. JACK: The moral is, if you're gonna get stuck at the end of the universe, get stuck with an ex-Time Agent and his vortex manipulator. MARTHA: But this Master bloke, he's got the TARDIS. He could be anywhere in time and space. DOCTOR: No, he's here. Trust me. Looks around and sees Saxon campaign posters plastered everywhere. MARTHA: Who is he, anyway? And that voice at the end, that wasn't the professor. JACK: If the Master's a Time Lord, he must have regenerated. MARTHA: What does that mean? JACK: Means he's changed his face, voice, body, everything. New man. The Doctor notices a homeless man tapping a repeating rhythm on an enamel mug. MARTHA: Then how are we gonna find him? The tapping echoes. DOCTOR: I'll know him, the moment I see him. Time Lords always do. MARTHA: But hold on. (Notices posters). If he could be anyone... We missed the election. But it can't be... The Doctor stands slowly, as does Jack. They walk towards a giant screen showing the news. Martha follows. NEWSCASTER: Mr Saxon has returned from the Palace and is greeting the crowd inside Saxon Headquarters. The screen shows Saxon walking downstairs with an entourage, Lucy, his wife, at his side. MARTHA: I said I knew that voice. When he spoke inside the TARDIS. I've heard that voice hundreds of times. I've seen him. We all have. That was the voice of Harold Saxon. DOCTOR: That's him. He's Prime Minister. PHOTOGRAPHER (on screen): Mr Saxon, this way, sir. Come on, kiss for the lady, sir. DOCTOR: The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain. (Saxon kisses the woman at his side). The Master and his wife. SAXON (steps forward to speak to the press): This country has been sick. This country needs healing. This country needs medicine. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that, what this country really needs, right now... is a doctor. Smiles into the camera. OPENING CREDITS Saxon is walking down a hall in Number Ten, Lucy beside him, clerks handing him files as he passes. CLERK 1: Finance report, sir. CLERK 2: Military protocol, sir. CLERK 3: EC directive, sir. CLERK 4: Annual budget, sir. CLERK 5 : ... recommendations. Saxon stops outside the door to the Cabinet Room. LUCY: I'm so proud of you, Harry. As they kiss, we see Tish Jones walk up. SAXON: Bless. TISH: Uh, sir... If you don't mind me asking... I'm sorry, but it's all a bit new. What exactly do you want me to do? SAXON: Oh yes, what was it, uh...? TISH: Tish. Letitia Jones. SAXON: Tish. Well then, Tish... You just stand there and look gorgeous. (Enters the Cabinet Room). A glorious day. Downing Street rebuilt, the Cabinet in session. Let the work of government begin. (Throws files into the air and the contents scatter). Oh, go on. Crack a smile. It's funny, isn't it? Albert, funny? No? Little bit? ALBERT DUMFIRES: Very funny, sir, hm. But... but if we could get down to business, there is the matter of policy, of which we have very little... SAXON: No, no, no, no. Before we start all that, I just want to say... thank you. Thank you one and all, you ugly, fat-faced bunch of wet, snivelling traitors. DUMFRIES: Yes, quite. Very funny. But I thi... SAXON: No, no. That wasn't funny. (Stands). Hm, you see, I'm not making myself very clear. Funny is like this. (Exaggerates smile). Not funny is like this. (Exaggerates frown). And right now, I'm not like this... (smiles), I'm like this... (frowns), because you are traitors. Oh yes, you are! As soon as you saw the vote swinging my way, you abandoned your parties and you jumped on the Saxon bandwagon. So... (sits) this is your reward. Takes a gas mask from under the table and slips it on. DUMFRIES: Excuse me, Prime Minister, do you mind my asking... what is that? SAXON (muffled): It's a gas mask. DUMFRIES: I beg your pardon? SAXON (lifts mask): It's a gas mask. Puts mask back on. DUMFRIES: Yes, but, uh, why are you wearing it? SAXON (muffled): Well, because of the gas. DUMFRIES: I'm sorry? SAXON (lifts mask): Because of the gas. Replaces mask. DUMFRIES: What gas? SAXON (leans back): This gas. The speakerphones in the centre of the table pop up and emit a white gas. The Ministers start coughing and choking. They have no means of escape. DUMFRIES (points): You're insane! Saxon merely raises both thumbs. Dumfries collapses dead onto the table. Saxon, with the mask still on, begins tapping out a rhythm on the table with his fingers. Martha takes the Doctor and Jack to her flat. MARTHA: Home. DOCTOR: What have you got? Computer, laptop, anything? (Jack tries to make a call on his mobile). Jack, who are you phoning? You can't tell anyone, we're here! JACK: Just some friends of mine, but there's no reply... MARTHA: (hands Doctor the laptop) : Here you go. Any good? JACK (takes the laptop): I can show you the Saxon websites. He's been around for ages. Sits at desk. MARTHA: That's so weird though. It's the day after the election. That's only four days after I met you. DOCTOR: We went flying all around the universe while he was here the whole time. MARTHA: You gonna tell us who he is? DOCTOR: He's a Time Lord. MARTHA: What about the rest of it? I mean, who'd call himself the Master? DOCTOR: That's all you need to know. (To Jack) : Come on, show me Harold Saxon. Martha checks her answering machine. There's one from Tish. TISH: Martha, where are you? I've got this new job. You won't believe it. It's weird, they just phoned me up out of the blue. I'm working for... MARTHA (shuts off machine): Oh, like it matters. Tish is following a reporter, Vivien Rook, through the office, trying unsuccessfully to turn her away. TISH: I'm sorry, but you're not allowed in... VIVIEN: Harold Saxon: A Modern Churchill. It's the definitive think piece on the man himself. (Hands a copy of the article in question to Tish). Oh, come on, sweetheart, you must've read it! TISH: Um, not really, sorry. I'm new. VIVIEN: Mr Saxon does like a pretty face. But I'm here to see Mrs Saxon. TISH: You can't just go barging in! Vivien enters the sitting room where Lucy is alone, massaging her feet. VIVIEN: Mrs Saxon, Vivien Rook, Sunday Mirror. (Holds up press card). You've heard of me. LUCY: Oh, can't I just have an hour to myself? It's been a hell of a day. VIVIEN: Oh, strike while the iron's hot, that's what I say, Lucy. I can call you Lucy, can't I? Now, everyone's talking about Harold Saxon, but I thought "What about the wife?" All I need is twenty minutes. LUCY: Oh, I think maybe we should wait. Looks nervously to connecting door. VIVIEN: The headline's waiting to print: The Power Behind the Throne. LUCY (intrigued): Really? VIVIEN: Britain's First Lady. LUCY: Gosh. VIVIEN: Front page. LUCY: Oh, well, I suppose... Oh, go on then. Twenty minutes. VIVIEN: Excellent! Thank you! Oh, oh, what was it? Oh, Tish. Now you can leave us alone. Hands Tish her coat. TISH: No, but I'm supposed to sit in. Looks to Lucy. VIVIEN: No, no. It's... it's only a profile piece. You know, hair and clothes and nonsense. There's a good girl. Out you go. That's it. (Pushes Tish out the door and closes it). Mrs Saxon, I have reason to believe... that you're in very great danger. All of us, in fact. Not just the country, but the whole world. (Lucy scoffs). I beg of you, hear me out. LUCY: What are you talking about? VIVIEN: Your husband is not who he says he is. I'm sorry, but it's a lie. Everything's a lie. A campaign commercial for Saxon plays with noteworthy supporters. SHARON OSBOURNE: I'm voting Saxon. He can tick my box any day. McFLY: Vote Saxon! Go Harry! ANN WIDDECOMBE: I think Mr Saxon is exactly what this country needs. He's a very fine man. And he's handsome too. Jack stops the commercial on the website. JACK: Former Minister of Defence. First came to prominence when he shot down the Racnoss on Christmas Eve. (Turns to Doctor) : Nice work, by the way. DOCTOR: (sitting on couch arm) : Oh, thanks. MARTHA: He goes back years. He's famous. Everyone knows his story. Look. Cambridge University, Rugby blue, won the Athletics thing, wrote a novel, went into business, marriage, everything. He's got a whole life. VIVIEN: All of it. The school days, his degree, even his mother and father. It's all invented. (Holds up photo). Look, Harold Saxon never went to Cambridge. There was no Harold Saxon. The thing is, it's obvious. The forgery is screaming out and yet no one can see it. It's as if he's mesmerized the entire world. LUCY: I think perhaps you should leave now. VIVIEN: 18 months ago he became real. This is his first, honest-to-God appearance, just after the downfall of Harriet Jones. And at the exact same time, they launched the Archangel Network. LUCY: Mrs Rook, now stop it. VIVIEN: Even now they say that the... the Cabinet has gone into seclusion. I mean, what does that mean, "seclusion"? LUCY: How should I know? VIVIEN: But I've got plenty of research on you. Yes, good family, Roedean, not especially bright but essentially harmless. (Sits beside Lucy). And that's why I'm asking you, Lucy. I'm begging you. If you have seen anything, heard anything, even the slightest thing that would give you cause to doubt him... LUCY: I think... VIVIEN: Yes? LUCY: There was a time when we first met, I wondered... But he was so good to my father. And he said... VIVIEN: What? Just tell me, sweetheart. LUCY: The thing is... I made my choice. VIVIEN: I'm sorry? LUCY: For better or for worse. Isn't that right, Harry? Saxon has joined them, leaning on the connecting door. SAXON: My faithful companion. VIVIEN: Mr Saxon. Prime Minister, I-I-I was just having a little joke with poor little Lucy. I, I didn't mean... SAXON (walks to centre of room): Oh, but you're absolutely right. Harold Saxon doesn't exist. VIVIEN: Then tell me... who are you? SAXON: I'm the Master and these (holds out his hands) are my friends. Four small metal spheres appear and float about him. VIVIEN: I'm sorry? SAXON: Can't you hear it, Mrs Rook? VIVIEN: What do you mean? SAXON: The drumbeat. The drums coming closer and closer. The spheres head towards Vivien spikes now sticking out from their lower halves. SPHERE 1 (female voice): The lady doesn't like us. The spheres advance on Vivien, the spikes spinning. SPHERE 2 (male voice): Silly lady. SPHERE 3 (male voice): Dead lady. Vivien screams. Lucy and Saxon exit the room and shut the door, deadening the screams. Saxon takes a breath and opens the door. The screams continue. Saxon winces and closes the door. He opens and closes the door again quickly, putting a fist to his mouth. LUCY (sighs): But she knew. Harry, she knew everything. You promised. You said Archangel was 100%. SAXON: Um, 99, 98? LUCY: But if she's asking questions, then who else? How much time have we got? Saxon holds his arms out and pulls her into a hug. SAXON: Tomorrow morning, I promise. That's when everything ends. Jack is making tea in the kitchen. JACK: But he's got a TARDIS. Maybe the Master went back in time and has been living here for decades. The Doctor is sitting at the desk. DOCTOR: No. JACK: Why not? Worked for me. DOCTOR: When he was stealing the TARDIS, the only thing I could do was fuse the coordinates. I locked them permanently. From Utopia. The Doctor is holding out the sonic screwdriver and the TARDIS console sparks. DOCTOR: He can only travel between the year 100 trillion and the last place the TARDIS landed. Which is right here, right now. JACK: Yeah, but a little leeway? DOCTOR: Well... 18 months, tops. The most he could have been here is 18 months. So how has he managed all this? The Master was always sort of... hypnotic but this is on a massive scale. MARTHA: I was gonna vote for him. DOCTOR: Really? MARTHA: Well, it was before I even met you. And I liked him. JACK: Me too. DOCTOR: Why do you say that? What was his policy? What did he stand for? MARTHA (dreamy): I dunno. He always sounded... good. (Fingers start tapping). Like you could trust him. Just nice. He spoke about... I can't really remember, but it was good. Just the sound of his voice. DOCTOR: What's that? MARTHA (startled): What? DOCTOR: That! That tapping, that rhythm! What are you doing? MARTHA: I dunno. It's nothing. It's j... I dunno! A tune plays from the website. "SAXON BROADCAST ALL CHANNELS" appears onscreen. DOCTOR: (turns on the TV) : Our lord and master is speaking to his kingdom. Onscreen Saxon is sitting in front of the ornate fireplace in the Cabinet Room. SAXON: Britain, Britain, Britain. What extraordinary times we've had. Just a few years ago, this world was so small. And then they came, out of the unknown, falling from the skies. Clip from ALIENS OF LONDON. You've seen it happen... Big Ben destroyed, a spaceship over London. Clip from ARMY OF GHOSTS. All those ghosts and metal men. Clip from RUNAWAY BRIDE. The Christmas star that came to kill. Time and time again the government told you nothing. Well not me. Not Harold Saxon. Because my purpose here today is to tell you this... citizens of Great Britain... I have been contacted. A message, for humanity, from beyond the stars. Nods to someone off camera. A video plays of one of the spheres delivering the message. SPHERE (female voice): People of the Earth, we come in peace. We bring great gifts. We bring technology and wisdom and protection. And all we ask in return is your friendship. SAXON: Ooh, sweet. And this species has identified itself. They're called the Toclafane. DOCTOR: What?! SAXON: And tomorrow morning they will appear. Not in secret, but to all of you. Diplomatic relations with a new species will begin. Tomorrow, we take our place in the universe. Every man, woman and child. Every teacher and chemist and lorry driver and farmer. And every... oh, I don't know... medical student? The DOCTOR whips around to look at Martha before turning the TV around to find a bomb ready to go off. The Doctor grabs the laptop as they rush out into the street just as the front window of her flat explodes. DOCTOR: All right? JACK: Fine, yeah, fine. DOCTOR: Martha? (Martha is using her mobile). What are you doing? MARTHA: He knows about me. What about my family? DOCTOR: Don't tell them anything! MARTHA: I'll do what I like! Mum? Oh my God, you're there. FRANCINE: Course I'm here, sweetheart. You all right? MARTHA: I'm fine. I'm fine. Mum, has there been anyone asking about me? We see Francine is not alone. The same blonde woman from "42" is there listening in on the conversation. FRANCINE: Martha, I think perhaps you should come 'round. MARTHA: I can't! Not now! FRANCINE: No, but it's your father. We've been talking and we thought we might give it another go. MARTHA: Don't be so daft! Since when? FRANCINE: Just come 'round. Come to the house, we can celebrate. MARTHA: You said you'd never get back with him in a million years. FRANCINE: Ask him yourself. Hands phone to Clive. CLIVE: Martha, it's me. MARTHA: Dad? What are you doing there? CLIVE: Like your mother said, come 'round. We can explain everything. MARTHA: Dad? Just say yes or now. Is there someone else there? CLIVE (pause) : Yes! Just run! Gets up and heads for the door. FRANCINE: Clive! CLIVE: Listen to me! Just run! (Is grabbed by two men). I don't know who they are! FRANCINE: We're trying to help her! Martha, don't listen to him! MARTHA: Dad! What's going on? Dad? Francine and Clive yell at each other as he is taken out of the house. MARTHA: I gotta help them! Runs to her car. DOCTOR: That's exactly what they want! It's a trap! MARTHA: I don't care! The Doctor gets into the front passenger seat while Jack takes the back. Clive is fighting as he's being taken to the waiting van. CLIVE: Get off! (Neighbours look to see what's going on). It's your fault, all of you! You voted Saxon! You did this! Francine watches from the front door. Martha drives recklessly down the road. DOCTOR: Corner! Martha takes the corner tightly, tyres squealing. SINISTER WOMAN: Mr Saxon, we have Condition Red on the Jones plan. We're taking them in. All of them. A man grabs Francine by the arms. FRANCINE: But I was helping you! Martha is waiting for a call to connect on her mobile. MARTHA: C'mon, Tish. Pick up. Tish is walking downstairs at Number 10. TISH: Martha, I can't talk right now. We just made first contact. Did you see... (Two men take her by the arms and carry her backwards up the stairs). What are you doing?! (Drops phone). Get off! Linda, tell them! Martha, Jack and the Doctor hear it all. MARTHA: What's happening?! Tish! (Glances at the Doctor). It's your fault! It's all your fault! FRANCINE: I was helping you! Get off me! (Martha comes around the corner and stops the car). Martha, get out of here! Get out! SINISTER WOMAN: Target identified. The police take position. DOCTOR: Martha, reverse. SINISTER WOMAN! Take aim... The police aim their weapons at the car. DOCTOR: Get out, now! Martha reverses into a 3-Point turn. SINISTER WOMAN: Fire! The police open fire. JACK: Move it! As they take off down the road, bullets shatter the rear window. SINISTER WOMAN: Take them away. Francine and Clive are locked away in the van. Francine watches her daughter escape. MARTHA (upset and sarcastic): The only place we can go... planet Earth. Great. DOCTOR: Careful! JACK: Now, Martha, listen to me. Do as I say. We've gotta ditch this car. Pull over. Right now! They leave the car and head off on foot. DOCTOR: Martha, come on! MARTHA (on mobile): Leo! Oh, thank God! Leo, you gotta listen to me. Where are you? Leo is walking along a promenade with his girlfriend and their son. LEO: I'm in Brighton. We came down with Boxer. Did you see that Saxon thing on telly? MARTHA: Leo, just listen to me. Don't go home, I'm telling you. Don't phone Mum or Dad or Tish. You've gotta hide. LEO (unbelieving): Shut up. MARTHA: On my life. You've gotta trust me. Go to Boxer's. Stay with him. (We see SAXON listening in from the Cabinet Room). Don't tell anyone! Just hide! SAXON: Ooh, a nice little game of hide-and-seek. I love that. But I'll find you, Martha Jones. Been a long time since we saw each other. Must be, what, one hundred trillion years? MARTHA: Let them go, Saxon. (The Doctor wheels about). Do you hear me?! Let them go! Saxon only smiles. DOCTOR (takes the phone from Martha) : I'm here. SAXON (serious, takes phone off speaker) : Doctor. DOCTOR: Master. SAXON: I like it when you use my name. DOCTOR: You chose it. Psychiatrist's field day. SAXON: As you chose yours. The man who makes people better. How sanctimonious is that? DOCTOR: So... Prime Minister. SAXON: I know. It's good, isn't it? DOCTOR: Who are those creatures? 'Cause there's no such thing as the Toclafane. It's just a made-up name like the Bogeyman. SAXON: Do you remember all those fairy tales about the Toclafane when we were kids? Back home. Where is it, Doctor? DOCTOR: Gone. SAXON: How can Gallifrey be gone? DOCTOR: It burnt. SAXON: And the Time Lords? DOCTOR: Dead. And the Daleks... more or less. What happened to you? SAXON: The Time Lords only resurrected me because they knew I'd be the perfect warrior for a Time War. I was there when the Dalek Emperor took control of the Cruciform. I saw it. I ran. I ran so far. Made myself human so they would never find me because... I was so scared. DOCTOR: I know. SAXON: All of them? But now you, which must mean... DOCTOR: I was the only one who could end it. And I tried. I did. I tried everything. SAXON: What did it feel like, though? Two almighty civilizations burning. Oh, tell me, how did it feel? DOCTOR: Stop it! SAXON: You must have been like God. DOCTOR: I've been alone ever since. But not anymore. Don't you see, all we've got is each other. SAXON: Are you asking me out on a date? DOCTOR: You could stop this right now. We could leave this planet. We could fight across the constellations if that's what you want. But not on Earth. SAXON: Too late. DOCTOR: Why do you say that? SAXON:: The drumming. (Drums fingers on table). I thought it would stop but it never does. Never ever stops. Inside my head, the drumming, Doctor. The constant drumming. DOCTOR: I could help you. Please, let me help. SAXON: It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. (Taps table). Here come the drums. Here come the drums. A man leaning on a building by the Doctor begins tapping his hands against his legs. DOCTOR: What have you done? Tell me how you've done this. What are those creatures? Tell me! SAXON (sitting in front of his laptop) : Ooh, look. You're on TV. DOCTOR: Stop it! Answer me! SAXON: No, really. You're on telly! (Clicks on BBC newscast). You and your little band, which, by the way, is ticking every demographic box. So, congratulations on that. Look, there you are! Ha! The Doctor sees a TV in a shop window. BBC NEWSCASTER: They are known to be armed and extremely dangerous. SAXON: You're public enemies number one, two and three. Oh, and you can tell handsome Jack that I've sent his little gang off on a wild goose chase to the Himalayas so he won't be getting any help from them. (Switches on CCTV outside the shop in time to see Martha and Jack join the Doctor). Now, go on, off you go. Why not start by turning to the right? DOCTOR (turns and notices the camera) : He can see us. Uses the sonic screwdriver on the camera. SAXON: Ooh, you public menace. Better start running. Go on. Run! DOCTOR: He's got control of everything. MARTHA: What do we do? JACK: We've got nowhere to go. MARTHA: Doctor, what do we do? SAXON: Run for your life, Doctor! DOCTOR: We run. The Doctor, Martha and Jack run through a shopping arcade. SAXON: I said, run! BBC NEWS: Tomorrow morning, Britain will be welcoming an extraterrestrial species... AMERICAN NEWS: The President is said to be furious that Great Britain has taken unilateral action. Chinese news comes on next before the channel changes to Teletubbies. Saxon is watching on his laptop in the Cabinet Room. One of the Toclafane appears. SAXON: Have you seen these things? This planet's amazing. Television in their stomach. Now that is evolution. TOCLAFANE (female voice): Is the machine ready? SAXON: Tomorrow morning. It reaches critical at 8:02 precisely. TOCLAFANE: We have to escape. Because it's coming, sir. The darkness, the never-ending darkness. The terrible, terrible cold. We have to run and run and run! SAXON: 8:00 tomorrow morning. Tell your people. The world is waiting. The Toclafane disappears and Saxon looks out through the window blinds. Martha walks into a disused warehouse, a carrier bag of takeaway in her hand. The Doctor is still at the laptop while Jack uses his manipulator. JACK: Ho was it? MARTHA: I don't think anyone saw me. Anything new? JACK: I've got this tuned into the government wavelength so we can follow what Saxon's doing. MARTHA: Yeah, I meant about my family. DOCTOR: It still says the Jones family taken in for questioning. Tell you what, though, no mention of Leo. MARTHA: He's not as daft as he looks. I'm talking about my brother on the run. How did this happen? JACK (sits): Nice chips. DOCTOR: Actually, they're not bad. Pops one into his mouth. Martha sits. She and Jack exchange looks and she nods her head in the Doctor's direction. JACK: So, Doctor, who is he? How come the ancient society of Time Lords created a psychopath? MARTHA: And what is he to you? Like a colleague... DOCTOR: A friend, at first. MARTHA: I thought you were gonna say he was your secret brother or something. The Doctor and Jack stare at her. DOCTOR: You've been watching too much TV. Martha chuckles half-heartedly. JACK: But all the legends of Gallifrey made it sound so perfect. DOCTOR: Well, perfect to look at, maybe. And it was, it was beautiful. (Leans back). They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the Continent of Wild Endeavour, in the Mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords... (We see a brilliant orange and yellow sky over snow-capped mountains and a large domed city). The oldest and most mighty race in the universe... looking down on the galaxies below... sworn never to interfere... only to watch... (A lone Time Lord stands in ceremonial robes and collar). Children of Gallifrey, taken from their families at the age of eight to enter the Academy. And some say that's when it all began. When he was a child... that's when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation, it's a gap in the fabric of reality through which could be seen the whole of the vortex. (A young boy is escorted to the schism). You stand there, eight years old... staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child. Some would be inspired... some would run away... and some would go mad. Close-up of the boy's eye reflecting the schism. MARTHA: What about you? DOCTOR (mouth full): Oh, the ones that ran away. I never stopped. Jack's manipulator beeps. JACK: Encrypted channel with files attached. Don't recognize it. DOCTOR: Patch it through to the laptop. JACK: Um, since we're telling stories, um, there's something I haven't told you. The Torchwood logo appears onscreen. DOCTOR: You work for Torchwood. JACK: I swear to you, it's different. It's changed. There's only half a dozen of us now. DOCTOR: Everything Torchwood did and you're part of it?! JACK: The old regime was destroyed at Canary Wharf. I rebuilt it, I changed it. And when I did that, I did it for you, in your honour. The Doctor only glares at him before opening the file. It is a video of Vivien Rook.. VIVIEN: If I haven't returned to my desk by 2200 hours, this file will be emailed to Torchwood. Which means, if you're watching this, then I'm... Anyway, the Saxon files are attached. But take a look at the Archangel document. That's when it all started. When Harry Saxon became Minister in charge of launching the Archangel Network. [SCENE_BREAK] The screen changes to show a graphic of a spinning Earth with satellites. DOCTOR: What's the Archangel Network? MARTHA (pulls out mobile) : I've got Archangel. Everyone's got it. JACK: It's the mobile phone network. 'Cause, look, it's gone worldwide. They've got 15 satellites in orbit. Even the other networks, they're all carried by Archangel. The Doctor uses the sonic screwdriver on Martha's phone. DOCTOR: It's in the phones! Oh, I said he was a hypnotist! Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. (Taps phone against the table and it begins to beep in the same rhythm). There it is. That rhythm, it's everywhere. Ticking away in the subconscious. MARTHA: What is it, mind control? DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. Subtler than that. Any stronger and people would question it. But contained in that rhythm, in layers of code... Vote Saxon. Believe in me. Whispering to the world. Oh, yes! That's how he hid himself from me. 'Cause I should have sensed there was another Time Lord on Earth. I should have known way back. The signal cancelled him out. JACK: Any way you can stop it? DOCTOR: Not from down here. But now we know how he's doing it. MARTHA: And we can fight back. DOCTOR: Oh, yes! The Doctor takes apart the mobile and the laptop. He then takes Martha and Jack's TARDIS keys. He uses the sonic screwdriver to weld circuitry to the keys. He then ties them to string so they can be worn around the neck. DOCTOR: Three TARDIS keys, three pieces of the TARDIS with low-level perception properties because the TARDIS is designed to blend in. Well, sort of, but... Now! The Archangel Network's got a second low-level signal. Weld the key to the network and... Martha, (steps back) look at me. You can see me, yes? MARTHA: Yep! DOCTOR: What about now? Slips the key over his neck. Martha's vision veers off and she blinks. Jack chuckles. DOCTOR (echoing): No, I'm here. Look at me. MARTHA: It's like... I know you're there but I don't want to know. DOCTOR: And back again. (Takes off key). See? It just shifts your perception a tiny little bit. Doesn't make us invisible, just unnoticed. Oh, I know what it's like. It's like... it's like when you fancy someone and they don't even know you exist. That's what it's like. Come on! Martha looks at Jack. JACK: You too, hunh? They walk out onto the streets. DOCTOR: Don't run. Don't shout. Just keep your voice down. Draw attention to yourself and the spell is broken. Just keep to the shadows. JACK: Like ghosts. DOCTOR: Yeah, that's what we are. Ghosts. They each place a key around their necks before heading into the city. BBC NEWS: And as they eyes of the world turn towards Great Britain, sources indicate that Air Force One has landed on British soil tonight. Saxon and Lucyarrive with escort to greet President Winters on the tarmac. SAXON (salutes) : Mr President, sir! WINTERS: Mr Saxon. The British Army will stand down. From now on, UNIT has control of this operation. SAXON: You make it sound like an invasion. WINTERS: First contact policy was decided by the Security Council in 1968. And you've just gone and ignored it. SAXON: Well, you know what it's like. New job, all that paperwork. I think it's down the back of the settee. I did have a quick look. I found a pen, a sweet, a bus ticket and uh... have you met the wife? WINTERS: Mr Saxon, I'm not sure what your game is but there are provisions at the United Nations to have you removed from office unless you are very, very careful. Is that understood? (Saxon mimes zipping his lips). Are you taking this seriously? (Saxon nods). To business. We've accessed your files on these...Toclafane. (We see the Doctor, Martha and Jack, standing in the background). First contact cannot take place on any sovereign soil. For that purpose, the aircraft carrier Valiant is en route. The rendezvous will take place there at 8:00 am. (Saxon tries to talk through zipped lips). You're trying my patience, sir. SAXON (unzips lips) : So America is completely in charge? WINTERS: Since Britain elected an ass, yes. I'll see you onboard the Valiant. Turns to leave. SAXON: It still will be televised, though, won't it? Because I promised, and the whole world is watching. WINTERS: Since it's too late to pull out, the world will be watching. Me. Walks to waiting car. SAXON (to Lucy): The last President of America. We have a private plane ready and waiting. We should reach the Valiant within the hour. (Motions for Lucy to go first). My darling. Saxon turns to watch Winters drive away. Turning back he looks at the area with the Doctor, Martha and Jack are standing. We hear a siren and a police van pulls up. The Jones family are taken out. Saxon runs over like greeting old friends. SAXON (laughs): Hi, guys! All will be revealed! MARTHA: Oh my God. DOCTOR: Don't move. MARTHA: But... DOCTOR: Don't. The Jones family is transferred to a Land Rover. MARTHA: I'm gonna kill him. JACK: Say I use this perception filter to walk up behind him and break his neck? DOCTOR: Now that sounds like Torchwood. JACK: Still a good plan. DOCTOR: He's a Time Lord, which makes him my responsibility. I'm not here to kill him. I'm here to save him. JACK (using manipulator) : Aircraft carrier Valiant. It's a UNIT ship at 28.2N and 10.02E. MARTHA: How do we get onboard? DOCTOR (to Jack): Does that thing work as a teleport? JACK: Since you revamped it, yeah. Coordinates set. The Doctormakes sure they're all touching the manipulator before activating it. They arrive in one of the Valiant's engine rooms. Martha and Jack groan. MARTHA: Oh, that thing is rough. JACK: I've has worse nights. (Cracks neck). Welcome to the Valiant. MARTHA: It's dawn. (Walks to porthole). Hold on, I thought this was a ship. Where's the sea? JACK: A ship for the 21st century. Protecting the skies of planet Earth. They look out the porthole. The Valiant is a massive aircraft carrier in the sky with three landing strips. Saxon and Lucy arrive at the bridge/conference room of the Valiant. There are secret service agents, various military personnel as well as camera crews preparing for the event. WINTERS: I want the whole thing branded in my sort of honest, not the United Nations. Got that? SAXON (walks up to Winters) : Anything I can do? I could make tea or isn't that American enough? I don't know, I could make grits. What are grits, anyway? WINTERS: It you could just sit. SAXON (turns and makes a face) : Misery guts. What do you think? It's good, isn't it? Pulls out a chair for Lucy. LUCY: It's beautiful. SAXON: Some of my best work. (Whispers). Ministry of Defence. I helped design this place. (Sits beside her). Every detail. The Doctor, Martha and Jack run through the maintenance corridors. The Doctor stops. JACK: We've no time for sightseeing! DOCTOR: No, no. Wait. Shh, shh, shh. Can't you hear it? JACK: Hear what? MARTHA: Doctor, my family's on board. Strides past. DOCTOR: Brilliant! This way! They change direction and run through more corridors. The Doctor opens a set of doors to reveal the TARDIS. DOCTOR: Oh, at last! MARTHA: Oh, yes! [i]Laughs.[/i] JACK: What's it doing on the Valiant ? They open the doors to the TARDIS to see a very different interior bathed in red. JACK: What the hell's he done? DOCTOR: Don't touch it. JACK: I'm not going to. MARTHA: What's he done though? Sounds like it's... sick. The console has been stripped of certain parts and caged off. DOCTOR: It can't be. No, no, no, no, no, no, it can't be. MARTHA: Doctor, what is it? DOCTOR: He's cannibalised the TARDIS. JACK: Is that what I think it is? DOCTOR: It's a paradox machine. WINTERS: Two minutes, everyone! (Climbs steps). According to the treaty, all armed personnel are requested to leave the flight deck immediately. Thank you. Saxon and Lucy are watching like it's all entertainment. SAXON (to Lucy): Jelly baby? WINTERS: Broadcasting at 7:58 with the arrival timed at 08:00 precisely. And, uh, good luck to all of us. DOCTOR: As soon as this hits red, it activates. At this speed, it'll trigger (looks at Jack's watch) at two minutes past 8:00. JACK: First contact is at 8:00 and then two minutes later... MARTHA: What's it for? What's a paradox machine do? JACK: More importantly, can you stop it? DOCTOR: Not until I know what it's doing. Touch the wrong bit and blow up the solar system. MARTHA: Then we've got to get to the Master. JACK: Yeah. How do we stop him? DOCTOR: Oh, I've got a way. Sorry, didn't I tell you? Grins. BBC NEWS: And in just 30 seconds' time, we'll be going live for first contact. (Scenes of different people watching the broadcast are intercut). It has been announced that Harold Saxon has invited President Winters to take the address. AMERICAN NEWS: It's 3:00 in the morning on the eastern seaboard and President Winters has been chosen to lead the world into a new age. WINTERS: My fellow Americans, patriots, people of the world... I stand before you today as ambassador for humanity, a role I will undertake with utmost solemnity. Perhaps our Toclafane cousins can offer us much, but that is important is not that we gain material benefits, but that we learn to see ourselves anew. (The Doctor, Jack and Martha enter the room. Saxon's smile disappears). For as long as man has looked to the stars, he has wondered what mysteries they hold. Now we know we are not alone... JACK: This plan, you gonna tell us? DOCTOR: If I can get this (holds key) around the Master's neck... cancel out his perception, they'll see him for real. It's just hard to go unnoticed with everyone on red alert. If they stop me... you've got a key. JACK: Yes, sir. MARTHA: I'll get him. WINTERS: And I ask you now, I ask of the human race, to join with me in welcoming our friends. I give you the Toclafane. (The spheres appear around him). My name is Arthur Coleman Winters, President-Elect of the United States of America and designated representative of the United Nations. I welcome you to the planet Earth and its associated moon. TOCLAFANE 1 (male voice): You're not the Master. TOCLAFANE 2 (female voice): We like the Mr Master. TOCLAFANE 3 (male voice): We don't like you. WINTERS: I... can be Master, if you so wish. I will accept mastery over you if that is God's will. TOCLAFANE 3: Man is stupid. TOCLAFANE 1: Master is our friend. TOCLAFANE 2: Where's my Master, pretty please? SAXON: Oh, all right then. It's me. (Stands). Ta-da! (Laughs). Sorry. Sorry, I have this effect. People just get obsessed. Is it the smile? Is it the aftershave? Is it the capacity to laugh at myself? I don't know. It's crazy! WINTERS: Saxon, what are you talkin' about? SAXON (serious, faces Winters) : I'm taking control, Uncle Sam. Starting with you. (To Toclafane): Kill him. One of the Toclafane shoots Winters with a laser and he disintegrates. Chaos erupts as everyone tries to leave the room. Saxon's people pull out their weapons. SAXON (laughs): Guards! GUARD: Nobody move! Nobody move! SAXON (into camera): Now then, peoples of the Earth, please attend carefully. The Doctor rushes forward. GUARD: Stop him! Two guards grab the Doctor and force him to kneel on the floor. SAXON: We meet at last, Doctor. Oh, ho! I love saying that! DOCTOR: Stop this! Stop it now! SAXON: As if a perception filter's gonna work on me. Oh, and look, it's the girlie and the freak. Although, I'm not sure which one's which. (Jack rushes him and Saxon fires a laser and Jack falls to the floor). Laser screwdriver, who'd have sonic? And the good thing is, he's not dead for long. I get to kill him again! Martha goes to Jack. DOCTOR: Master, just calm down. Just look at what you're doing. Just stop. If you could see yourself... SAXON (sighs, to camera) : Oh, do excuse me, little bit of personal business. Back in a minute. (To guards) : Let him go. The guards push the Doctor to the floor. DOCTOR: It's that sound, the sound in your head. What if I could help? SAXON: Oh, how to shut him up? I know. Memory Lane! (Sits on steps facing Doctor). Professor Lazarus. Remember him? And his genetic manipulation device? Scenes from "Lazarus Experiment". Did you think that little Tish got that job merely by coincidence? I've been laying traps for you all this time. And if I can concentrate all that Lazarus technology into one little screwdriver... But, ooh, if I only had the Doctor's biological code. Oh, wait a minute, I do! (Runs to silver case and opens it). I've got his hand! And if Lazarus made himself younger, what if I reverse it? Another hundred years? Saxon aims the screwdriver at the Doctor who screams as he goes into convulsions as his genetic makeup is altered. Jack revives. JACK: Teleport. Hands Martha the manipulator. MARTHA: I can't. JACK: We can't stop him. Get out of here. Get out. Saxon stops and the Doctor now has the body of a very old man. Martha crawls to his side. MARTHA: Doctor, I've got you. SAXON: Aw, she's a would-be doctor. But tonight, Martha Jones, we've flown 'em in all the way from prison. The door slides open and guards escort in Francine, Clive and Tish. MARTHA: Mum. FRANCINE (crying): I'm sorry. DOCTOR (breathing heavily): The Toclafane, who are they? Who are they? SAXON: Doctor, if I told you the truth, your hearts would break. TOCLAFANE 1: Is it time? TOCLAFANE 3: Is it ready? TOCLAFANE 2: Is the machine singing? SAXON(checks watch): Two minutes past. (Mounts steps and stands by Lucy). So! Earthings. Basically, um, end of the world. (Holds up screwdriver). Here... come... the drums! Rogue Trader's "Voodoo Child": # Here come the drums. Here come the drums... The paradox machine activates. # Baby, baby, baby. You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child... Saxon looks out the window. # Don't say maybe, maybe. It's supernatural. I'm comin' undone... Above the Valiant, a rift rears open in the sky. # Baby, baby, baby. You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child... Toclafane by the thousands exit the rift. # Don't say maybe, maybe. It's supernatural. I'm comin' undone. Baby, baby, baby. You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child...#. Saxon and Lucy watch from the bridge. SAXON: How many do you think? LUCY: I don't know. SAXON: Six billion. (Switches on outside speaker). Down you go, kids! The Toclafane swarm down to Earth, zeroing in on Manhattan, Tokyo, (?), and London. People go into the streets to see and the Toclafane begin firing indiscriminately. SAXON (to Lucy): Shall we decimate them? That sounds good. Nice word, decimate. (To Toclafane): Remove one-tenth of the population! The Toclafane burst into people's homes. Martha can only cry as she listens to the messages coming in from the surface. MESSAGE 1: Valiant, this is Geneva! We're getting slaughtered down here! Martha stands, leaving the Doctor. MESSAGE 2: Help us, for God's sake! Help us! They're everywhere! MESSAGE 3: This is London, Valiant ! This is London calling! What do we do?! Martha looks at her family. MESSAGE 4: They're killing us! The Toclafane are killing us! With a last look at the Doctor, Martha activates the teleporter. The Doctor and Jack exchange a look before the Doctor turns to look at Saxon. Martha arrives in a field (Hampstead Heath?) overlooking the destruction of London. MARTHA: I'm coming back. She runs off. Saxon forces the Doctor to watch the fall of Earth from a window. SAXON: And so it came to pass... that the human race fell and the Earth was no more. And I looked down upon my new dominion as master of all and I thought it... good. Close-up of the Doctor, helplessness evident on his face. To be continued...
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