The first 200 lines.
A long time ago, on the battlefields of Britain,
an army of enemies came together to face an impossible opponent
beyond their wildest nightmares.
This unlikely army fought and won the bloodiest of battles.
But only just.
Their opponent had been so remorseless,
the fear it placed in them was absolute.
So they made a pact.
They split their opponent's vanquished body into three pieces,
to be buried at opposite ends of the world,
and vowed that the burial sites would be forever guarded as a precaution.
The three swore an oath of secrecy.
The terrifying opponent was to be erased from history.
The three Custodians undertook their long journeys across land and sea,
locating isolated sites and carrying out their task with monastic dedication.
Passing their duties down through the generations,
to protect the future,
the Custodians were unyielding.
All except one, whose journey was never made.
Felled at the first by an unwitting assailant
who would never know the full impact of his arrow.
And time moved on,
obscuring the lost Custodian's body,
leaving the other two Custodians and their descendants
unaware of their comrade's fate for eternity.
Almost.
Right, let's have a look. Where were we?
Oh, yeah, here we go.
I'm so glad you suggested coming in today.
I hate New Year's day.
Everything's closed, everyone is hung over,
and there's nothing to do.
Also, what is cooler than this?
Never thought I'd be involved in a proper find,
even if this isn't Alfred the Great.
Eh, they found Richard III in a car park in Leicester,
no reason we can't find Alfred the Great under Sheffield Town Hall.
No reason.
Oh, apart from history and geography.
Yeah, I was never very good at those.
So, uh,
are we gonna talk about it?
Talk about what, Mitch?
The kiss,
that happened.
Yeah. Yeah, okay, let's talk about that.
So, was it for you...
I'm just checking. I don't wanna presume.
Like a, "Happy New Year mates" kiss or...
...not?
Did it feel like a "Happy New Year mates" kiss?
No.
- It was more kissy than that, I'd say. - (LAUGHS)
Oh, good, yeah. 'Cause it was more than that for me.
- Oh, thank God. - (BOTH LAUGH)
I mean, great... I mean, amazing... For me too.
Wow. (STAMMERS) I didn't sleep all night when I got home, 'cause I was wondering.
Me neither. That's why I texted you to say come in.
- Oh, really? - Yes, um...
- (SIGHS) - You idiot.
So, what do we do now?
I mean, I'm not suggesting that we... Here.
Finish this, fix a time to go out properly.
How does that sound?
- That sounds awesome. - (LAUGHS)
It's my favourite year ever.
Already, one day in. (CHUCKLES)
- Look at this. - Hmm?
Here, just below this side of the hand. There's something here.
I just can't figure out what it is.
Oh, yeah. Well, let's record it and bag it up.
Contents recorded, coded and bagged. Whatever it is.
Thanks.
You do realise, this means those drawings could be true.
The battle of Hope Valley.
I know you love those documents and I know you want them to be true,
but this is more significant than that.
A lot more significant.
What if he was part of it, hmm? He could've fought in it.
He could be the key to unlocking what it was all about.
Or, he could be nothing to do with it, whatsoever.
You see, that's the difference between you and me.
I am glass half full.
Oh, is that right? - Hundred percent.
Oh, yeah, who was it who doubted...
Wait for it, last one.
See? Cosmic fireworks.
Hey, Doc, I've got to hand it to you.
That is the best fireworks display I've ever seen.
- Didn't I say? - Yeah.
Nineteen New Year's Eves in a row, which was your favourite?
- I did love Mesopotamia. - Ah, the original.
Oh, really. So, Iraq invented New Year.
Sydney, 2000. Watching the fireworks on top of the Harbour Bridge.
- Until you nearly fell off. - Yeah.
1801, discovering that dwarf planet with your Italian man.
Lovely Giuseppe Piazza.
- Hmm. - (SIGHS)
- Should we do one more? - Yeah.
Make it a round 207?
I'm thinking Quantifier.
Little settlement on the edge of the known universe
where it's permanently New Year's Eve, every day.
They've got the best blooms.
- (BEEPING) - (SIGHS)
Is that important? - No, not really. It's just Earth.
Leave a little alarm on, as it's your home. Just in case.
- Oh, that's bad. - What?
Oh, that's worse, that's...
- Worse than worse. - Wait, what are you getting?
Something or some things, non-terrestrial,
are attempting a spacial shift.
I'm homing in on the convergence pattern.
- Anywhere exciting? - Sheffield.
What was that?
- Did you see anything? - No.
Could be a rat.
I think there's something missing.
Must've taken one of the bags.
That's one cheeky rat.
I'll take a look.
Oh, my God.
Oh, what's your name?
Mitch. You just appeared out of thin air.
How did you do that?
I'm the Doctor. These are my best friends, Ryan, Yaz and Graham.
- Hello. - All right?
Right, okay.
Spend a lot of time in sewers, do you, Mitch?
We're excavating an ancient burial site.
- When you say "we"... - Uh, Lin's through here.
Lin! Where are you?
Ah, there you are.
Uh, these guys just sort of arrived.
Hi. - Seen anything unusual then?
Yeah, there's something on the wall back there.
What sort of something?
It's moved.
What did it look like?
Like a massive sort of squid thing.
Ew, really? - Doc, are you sure that's safe?
Can you get me something to store this in, for analysis, please, Mitch?
Yeah.
So, Dog, if it was there and it's not there now,
I assume it's roaming around here, in the water.
- Should we be worried? - Probably.
It looks like it slid down this wall and into the water.
Where are we exactly?
Underneath Sheffield Town Hall.
And where do these sewers lead?
All the way under the city.
It can be anywhere.
I want you out of these tunnels right now.
I'm putting this site under quarantine.
Yaz will escort you.
And if you see any sort of creature, don't go near it.
Not until we've worked out what it is. Assume proximity is a risk.
Come on, let's get you out of here.
What about the site?
Look, there are valuable historical artefacts down here.
We've been working on this for months.
We'll make sure it's all kept safe. I've got your details now,
so we'll let you know when it's okay to come back down.
Come on, Yaz.
That was weird, right?
Yeah.
I'll call the department tomorrow, let them know what's happened.
Okay.
I guess we could go for that drink now.
Not right now.
No. Right. Of course.
- I didn't mean to... - I'm a bit freaked out.
I'll call you if I hear anything from them.
- Maybe we'll be back in tomorrow. - Yeah.
I've got the TARDIS scanning the sewers
for non-terrestrial life signals.
So, where are we actually going?
- Your house, of course. - What?
- (GRUNTS) - Whoa!
Oh.
- Whoops. You've landed on my chair.
- Sorry. - You broke my chair.
Well, if you will leave chairs around the place...
- This is my front room. Where's your kitchen?
I just need to get some eggs to check the protein alignments
- in the goo. - (SIGHS)
- (DOORBELL RINGS) - Oh!
Is that your intruder alert or mine?
- It's the doorbell. - Oh, yeah. Sorry.
No.
- Who was it? - Wrong number.
- (DOORBELL RINGS) - Intruder alert again?
It's a doorbell. - I'll go tell him to go away.
Oh, Ryan, uh...
- Is everything all right? - Not really, Yaz, no.
Ryan, are you okay?
This is Yaz, and the Doctor.
Hi.
This is my dad.
Oh.
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