Doctor Who

Have you got everything? I've got everything. Don't worry. Be careful.

You'll have to call Mo about. . . Oh, never mind Mo.

OK, I'm going now. I love you. I love you. Love you.

I love you. Bye.

So where are we going? Further than we've ever gone before.

It's the year 5,000,000,023.

We're in the Galaxy M87 and this. . . this is New Earth.

It's just. . .

That's just. . .

Not bad. Not bad at all.

That's amazing.

I'll never get used to this, never.

Different ground beneath my feet,

different sky.

What's that smell?

Apple grass. Apple grass. Yeah.

It's beautiful.

Oh, I love this.

Can I just say?

Travelling with you, I love it!

Me too!

Come on.

Human! She's pure-blood human.

Closer, closer.

So, the year 5,000,000,000, the Sun expands, the Earth gets roasted.

That was our first date. We had chips.

So anyway, planet gone, all rocks and dust, but the human race lives on, spread out across the stars.

As soon as the Earth burns up, oh, they get all nostalgic, big revival movement. They find this place,

same size as the Earth, same air, same orbit, lovely.

The call goes out, the humans move in. What's the city called?

New New York. Oh, come on. It is!

The City of New New York. Strictly speaking, it's the 15th New York since the original, so that

makes it New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York.

What? You're so different. New new Doctor.

Impossible. I recognise that child.

Her face, show me her face.

Closer, closer. Face, face, face.

Can we go and visit New New York - so good they named it twice?

Well, I thought we might go there first.

Why, what is it? Some sort of hospital.

The green moon on the side, that's the universal symbol for hospitals.

I got this. . .

a message on the psychic paper.

Someone wants to see me.

Oh, and I thought we were just sightseeing. Come on, then. Let's go and buy some grapes.

Oh! Rose Tyler, I knew it!

That dirty blonde assassin. She's coming here, mistress. But this is beyond coincidence.

This is destiny. At last, I can be revenged on that little. . .

Bit rich, coming from you. I can't help it, I don't like hospitals. They give me the creeps.

The pleasure gardens will now take visitors

carrying green or blue identification cards for the next 15 minutes.

Visitors are reminded that cuttings from the gardens are not permitted.

Very smart.

Not exactly NHS. No shop. I like the little shop.

I thought this far in the future, they'd have cured everything. The human race moves on - so do viruses.

It's an ongoing war.

Hope, harmony and health.

They're cats. Now, don't stare. Think what you look like to them - all pink and yellow.

That's where I'd put the shop, right there.

Ward 26, thanks.

Override controls.

Hold on, hold on.

Can't, too late. I'm going up. It's OK, there's another lift.

Ward 26, and watch out for the disinfectant.

Watch out for what? The disinfectant! The what?

The dis. . . Oh, you'll find out.

Um. . .ward 26, thanks.

'Commence stage one disinfection.'

'Commence stage one disinfection.'

The human child is clean.

Um, I'm looking for ward 26.

This way, Rose Tyler.

Nice place. No shop downstairs - I'd have a shop.

Not a big one, just a shop. So people can shop.

The hospital is a place of healing. A shop does some people the world of good.

Not me, other people.

The Sisters of Plenitude take a lifelong vow to help and to mend.

Excuse me!

Members of the public may only gaze upon the Duke of Manhattan with written permission

from the Senate of New New York. That's petrifold regression, right? I'm dying, sir,

a lifetime of charity and abstinence

and it ends like this. Any statement made by the Duke of Manhattan

may not be made public without official clearance. Frau Clovis!

I'm so weak. Sister Jatt, a little privacy, please.

. .He'll be up and about in no time. I doubt it. Petrifold regression - he's turning to stone.

There won't be a cure for, oh, a thousand years. He might be up and about but only as a statue.

Have faith in the Sisterhood. But is there no-one here you recognise?

It's rather unusual, to visit without knowing the patient.

No, I think I've found him.

Novice Hame, if I can leave this gentleman in your care.

Oh, I think my friend got lost. Rose Tyler - could you ask at reception?

Certainly, sir.

I'm afraid the Face of Boe's asleep.

That's all he tends to do these days. Are you a friend?

We met just the once on Platform One. What's wrong with him?

I'm so sorry, I thought you knew.

The Face of Boe is dying.

Of what? Old age,

the one thing we can't cure.

He's thousands of years old, some people say millions, although that's impossible.

Oh, I don't know. I like impossible.

I'm here. I look a bit different, but it's me, it's the Doctor.

Well, you never know what your life is going to be like, ever!

I'm bored with this drink.

Anyway. . . Oh, hello, darling! Oh!

Don't, now stop it! Wait a minute, that's. . .

Peekaboo!

Don't you come anywhere near me, Cassandra.

Why, what do you think I'm going to do? Flap you to death?

Yeah, but what about Gollum?

Oh, that's just Chip, he's my pet.

I worship the mistress.

Moisturise me, moisturise me!

He's not even a proper life form, he's a force-grown clone.

I modelled him on my favourite pattern. But he's so faithful.

Chip sees to my physical needs.

I hope that means food.

But how comes you're still alive? After you murdered me? That was your own fault.

The brain of my mistress survived, and her pretty blue eyes were salvaged from the bin.

But what about the skin? I saw it,

you got ripped apart.

That piece of skin was taken from the front of my body.

This piece is the back.

Right, so you're talking out of your... Ask not! The mistress was lucky to survive.

Chip secreted my lady into the hospital.

So they don't know you're here? Chip steals medicine, helps my lady,

soothes her, strokes her.

You can stop right there, Chip. But I'm so alone, hidden down here, the last human in existence.

Don't start that! They've called this planet New Earth.

A vegetable patch. And there's millions of humans out there, millions of them. Mutant stock.

They evolved, Cassandra, they just evolved, like they should.

You stayed still, you got yourself all pickled and preserved, and what good did it do you?

I remember that night, drinks for the Ambassador of Thrace.

'. .How very kind you are. . .'

That was the last time anyone told me I was beautiful.

After that, it all became such hard work.

Well, you've got a knack for survival, I'll give you that.

But I've not been idle, Rose. Tucked away underneath this hospital, I've been listening.

The Sisters are hiding something.

What do you mean? Oh, these cats have secrets.

Hush, let me whisper. Come close.

You must be joking if you think I'm coming anywhere near you.

Chip, activate the psychograft. I can't move!

Cassandra, let me go!

What are you doing? The lady's moving on.

It's goodbye, trampoline, and hello, blondie!

- Mistress? - Moisturise me.

How bizarre,

arms,

fingers, hair!

Let me see, let me see.

Oh, my God.

I'm a chav!

Hope, harmony and health.

Hope, harmony and health.

That's very kind, there's no need.

You're the one working.

There's not much to do, just maintain his smoke.

And I suppose I'm company. I can hear him singing sometimes,

in my mind,

such ancient songs. Am I the only visitor?

The rest of Boekind became extinct, long ago.

He's the only one left.

Legend says that the Face of Boe has watched the universe grow old.

There's all sorts of superstitions around him.

One story says that just before his death,

the Face of Boe will impart his great secret,

that he will speak those words only to one like himself.

What does that mean? It's just a story.

Tell me the rest. It's said he'll talk to a wanderer,

to the man without a home,

the lonely god.

Look at me! From class to brass.

Although. . .

Ooh. . .curves.

Oh, baby!

It's like living inside a bouncy castle. The mistress is beautiful.

Absolument.

Oh, but look.

The brain meat expired.

My old mistress has gone.

But safe and sound in here.

But what of the Rose child's mind?

Oh, tucked away.

I can just about access the surface memory, she's. . .

Gosh, she's with the Doctor.

That man,

he's the Doctor, the same Doctor, with a new face.

That hypocrite. . . ! Though I must get the name of his surgeon.

I could do with a little work.

Although. . .

Nice rear bumper.

Oh, it seems to be ringing.

Is it meant to ring?

- A primitive communications device. - Rose? Where are you?

How does she speak?

Old Earth cockney. Um. . .

Wotcha. Where've you been? How long does it take to get to ward 26?

I'm on my way, guvnor.

I shall proceed up the apples and pears.