Doctor Who: The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe

'People of Earth, you stand alone.'

'Intruder alert, intruder alert.

'Intruder alert.'

Come here, spacesuit, come to Doctor.

Got it!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Are you all right?

Are you hurt?

Did you fall?

Where did you fall FROM?

The helmet...

All right. Just...

Just let me...

I don't want to hurt you.

I can't see! I'm blind!

No, love. No.

I think you've just got your helmet on backwards.

How did you manage that?

I got dressed in a hurry.

Cyril, what are you doing awake?

It's the moon's fault, apparently. It's too interesting.

It's astronomy. Don't make up words.

He's always making up things and breathing.

Where's your father? In the garden.

What's he doing in the garden? Agriculture.

You're not fooling anyone!

Listen, Cyril. Tell him that I've borrowed Mr Goldsmith's car,

that I found a spaceman in a field... possibly an angel...

but he's injured, and I can't get his helmet off,

so I'm taking him into town to find a police telephone box. All right?

All right. Good boy!

Was that your mother? Where's she going?

Out.

Did we just... bump into something?

No, no.

We seemed to bump into quite a lot of things.

Well, a lot of things get in the way. It's hardly my fault.

You need to take that silly thing off.

Can't. Impact suit. It's still repairing me.

Repairing you?

Yeah. Well, I mean, that's the idea.

Won't it repair you all back to front?

No, no. Well, that's good!

There's a streetlamp.

Yes. I got that impression. Round this way.

Don't you want me to take you to hospital or something?

Or you're welcome to come to our house.

No, no, no. I'm fine. I just need to find the...

the key... Oooh, do you want me to do it with a pin?

I'm good with a pin.

Multi-dimensional, triple-encoded temporal interface.

Not really susceptible to pointy things.

Got it!

OK. Suddenly the last 900 years of time travel seem that bit less secure.

Thank you for taking care of me.

You didn't have to, you know. You've been very kind.

Don't be silly. It's Christmas Eve. No-one should be alone at Christmas.

What did you say your name was? Madge. Madge Arwell.

If there's ever anything that I can do for you, let me know. How?

I don't know. Make a wish, that usually works. Does it?

Well, it did for me. You're here, aren't you?

Well, don't wait around here. Just... off you go home.

I'll just go and, and wait inside here.

Wrong one. Do you think we could try again?

You were a long time. Been taking home strays, as usual?

Just the one. What have you been reading?

Not the war again!

People keep reading about the war, then it will actually happen.

And then where will you be?

Sir, Anderson's in a bad way. Where are we?

I don't know. Somewhere over the Channel.

What do I tell Anderson? Tell him...

Tell him... Tell him we're going home for Christmas.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, my love.

When's Father coming back? For Christmas, like he always does.

Now, hurry up and think of something.

But we're going to Uncle Digby's house. Will he be there?

He will, won't he, Mother? Daddy WILL be there?

Of course he will.

See? Now, have you thought of anything?

Yep.

Count of three, then. Make a wish.

One, two, three.

Is it haunted?

Is it draughty?

This is no good.

Where's Mr Cardew? He was supposed to be here.

Maybe it's haunted by the ghost of Uncle Digby.

Uncle Digby is still alive.

He's in a home in Battersea.

Mr Cardew! But why do we have to come here?

Because of the bombing, stupid. I like the bombing. It's exciting.

Will Father be here?

He will, won't he? You said he'd meet us at the house.

He'll be here, of course he will. You don't need to keep asking about it.

Father!

Sorry! It's the door, it's developed a fault.

Hello? Mr Cardew?

There we go!

Well, come in, in you come.

Mind your step.

Now, don't worry, the back door is still,

broadly speaking, operational.

Right, then, may I take your cases?

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Lovely.

Would you mind carrying them for me?

I need to show you round. No, wait! Who are you?

I'm the caretaker. But you're not Mr Cardew.

I agree. But I don't understand. Are you the new caretaker?

Usually called the Doctor. Or the Caretaker. Or Get Off This Planet.

Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name.

Hello, Madge Arwell.

Hello. And Cyril Arwell.

And Lily Arwell.

Now, come on, come on, lots to see. Whistle-stop tour.

Take notes, there will be questions.

Smaller sitting room. Just chairs.

Bit pointless without a television, so I made some repairs.

I know!

Kitchen! That's a cooker, probably.

And these are taps.

Hot, cold...

lemonade. Lemonade?

I know!

Staircase.

Seems to have broken down.

We'll have to walk up.

I sleep up there, stay away, beware of panthers.

Panthers??

They're terrifying! Have you never seen panthers?

Cyril!

Mum's bedroom, grown-up, your basic boring.

Lily and Cyril's room! I'm going to be honest...

masterpiece. The ultimate bedroom.

A sciencey-wiencey workbench. A jungle! A maze!

A window disguised as a mirror. A mirror disguised as a window!

Torches for midnight feasts and secret reading.

Zen garden, mysterious cupboard, zone of tranquility,

rubber wall, dream tank, exact model of the rest of the house...

not QUITE to scale, apologies...

dolls with comical expressions, the Magna Carta, a foot spa,

Cluedo, a yellow fort.

Where are the beds? I couldn't fit everything in.

There had to be sacrifices.

Anyway, who needs beds when you've got...

hammocks?!

But how do you get on? Watch and learn, kid.

For God's sake!

This hammock has developed a fault!

Can you please stop talking? Can you please just stop?

Sorry. Children, go downstairs. Why? Are we leaving?

Yes! No! I don't know. Just, please, go downstairs!

You don't need to shout.

Why are you doing all this?

I'm just... trying to take care of things. I'm the caretaker.

That's not what caretakers do.

Then why are they called caretakers?

Their father's dead.

I'm sorry.

Lily and Cyril's father... my husband ... Is dead, and they don't know yet.

Because if I tell them now, then Christmas will

always be what took their father away from them,

and no-one should have to live like that.

Of course, when the Christmas period is over, I shall...

I don't know why I keep shouting at them.

Because every time you see them happy,

you remember how sad they're going to be,

and it breaks your heart.

Mother, come and see!

Mother, you've got to see this. Come on!

Because what's the point in them being happy now

if they're going to be sad later?

Mother! Mother? Are you coming?

The answer is, of course...

because they are going to be sad later.

Now, we'd better get downstairs.

I think they may have found the main sitting room.

Mother!

I know!

Look at that present!

It's for me! It says it's for all of us.

I'm the youngest, I get to open it first!

Doesn't say who it's from. Mother, who left this here?

That man is quite ridiculous. You must stay away from him.

I like him. I like him, too.

And it's a nice tree, isn't it?

It's the BEST tree in the world.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Say it, mother. Go on, please.

Say the thing you always say.

This Christmas is going to be the best Christmas ever.

Lily!

Lily, can you sleep?

Lily! Shut up!

What do you think that present is?

We could just sneak down and have a look.

Go to sleep!