Right, you just, uh, shoot the bullets into it?
Simple, isn't it? Just like most killings...
Doctor Who · Season 26
Right, you just, uh, shoot the bullets into it?
Simple, isn't it? Just like most killings...
Sorry, Doctor, but I think I'm rather more expendable than you are!
Pitiful. Can this world do no better than you as their champion?
Probably. I just do the best I can.
You stupid, stubborn, thickheaded numbskull! You were supposed to die in bed! I could've handled it, done your job...
Nonsense, Doctor!
You're supposed to be dead!
Ace?
Yes Brigadier?
I'm getting too old for this sort of thing. He's all yours from now on. I'm going home to Doris.
Doris?
Yes, my wife.
Hahaha! So she caught you in the end?!
If this missile explodes, millions will die. You will die.
Then I shall die with honor!
All over the world, fools are poised, ready to let death fly. Machines of death, Morgaine! screaming from above, of light brighter than the sun! Not a war between armies, nor a war between nations, but just death! Death gone mad! A child looks up at the sky, his eyes turn to cinders. No more tears, only ashes. Is this honor? Is this war? Are these the weapons you would use?
Arthur, who burned like starfire...
Gone.
And was as beautiful.
The Doctor [to a beetle]: All civilisation starts with hunting and foraging, but don't worry, you'll soon work your way up.
At the season when ice floods swamped the pasturelands, we herded the mammoths sunwards to find new grazing.
Tricky things, mammoths.
It's true isn't it. This is the house I told you about.
You were thirteen. You climbed over the wall for a dare.
That's your surprise isn't it? Bringing me back here.
Remind me what it was that you sensed when you entered this deserted house. An aura of intense evil?
Don't you have things you hate?
I can't stand burnt toast. I loathe bus stations. Terrible places. Full of lost luggage and lost souls.
I told you I never wanted to come back here again.
And then there's unrequited love. And tyranny. And cruelty.
Too right!
We all have a universe of our own terrors to face.
I face mine on my own terms.
Only the madman can see the way clearly through the tangled forest.
But you evolve too, Light.
Nonsense!
Of course you do. You change, you adapt, all the time. Your attitude, your place, your mind... I mean, look at you now: you're no longer your original shape. And I don't think much of your catalogue- it's full of gaps.
(suddenly alarmed) All organic life is recorded!
What about the gryphons, the basilisks? You missed the dragons, the bandersnatches... then there are the slithy toves and the crowned Saxe-Coburg. (Strolling into the entrance hall, he casually clicks his fingers and Light immediately appears at the staircase)
(frantically reviewing his data screen) Where are these items?
I can't think how you missed them. You have to complete the catalogue before you destroy all life here.
Control?
She's no use to you, she's evolved as well.
No! All slipping away...
All is change, all is movement. Tell me, Light, haven't you just changed your location?
(Gritting his teeth) Not yet.
What's the matter, Light? Changed your mind?
You are endlessly agitating, unceasingly mischievous, will you never STOP?!
I suppose I could. It would make a change.
(desperate) Nimrod- I can rely on you! Assist me now...
I'm sorry, sir, but my allegiance is to this planet- my birthright.
(Hysterical) Everything is changing! All in flux! Nothing remains the same!
Even remains change. It's this planet- it can't help itself.
I... will not change... I'll wake up soon. No... change... dead... (trails off as he begins to evaporate)
(To the data screen) Subject for catalogue: file under "'Imagination', comma, 'lack of'".
[Reading a Norse inscription] We hoped to return to the North Way, but the dark curse follows our dragon ship... The Wolves of Fenric shall return for their treasure, and then shall the dark evil rule eternally.
You know what's going on, don't you?
[dismissive] Yes.
[gradually getting angrier] You've always known, you just can't be bothered to tell anyone! It's like it's some kind of a game and only you know the rules! You knew all about that inscription being a computer program - but you didn't tell me! You know all about that old bottle and you're not telling me! Am I so stupid-?
[uncomfortable] No, that's not it!
WHY then?! I want to know!
Evil, evil since the dawn of time!
What do you mean?
Will you stop asking me these questions?!
[almost screaming] TELL ME!!
The dawn of time, the beginning of all beginnings. Two forces, only good and evil. Then chaos. Time is born, matter, space. The universe cries out like a newborn. The forces shatter as the universe explodes outwards. Only echoes remain, yet somehow, somehow the evil force survives... an intelligence of pure evil.
And that's Fenric.
No, that's just Millington's name for it. The evil has no name, trapped inside a flask like a genie in a bottle.
And the half-time score: Perivale: 600 million; rest of the universe: nil.
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