Doctor Who: The Movie

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Eighth Doctor (V/O): It was on the planet Skaro that my old enemy, the Master, was finally put on trial. They say he listened calmly as his list of evil crimes was read, and sentence passed. Then he made his last, and I thought, somewhat, curious request. He demanded that I, the Doctor, a rival Time Lord, should take his remains back to our home planet - Gallifrey.

Daleks:
Exterminate! Exterminate!

(The Master, his face obscured, is standing on a podium with his hands bound together. Suddenly, electricity surges into him, followed by an explosion.)

Eighth Doctor (V/O): It was a request they should never have granted.

(Intro:
The Logo flies on screen in the middle of space, stops with a thudding noise, and then continues on, down the time vortex before shooting off in dazzling light. The vortex is a tunnel with somewhat muted colours and rocks flying by. The TARDIS travels through it, spinning all the while. Names pop up throughout. Starring - Paul McGann, Special Guest Star - Eric Roberts, Guest Starring - Daphne Ashbrook, Sylvester Mccoy, Yee Jee Tso, John Novak, Michael David Simms. Fade Out)

(A hand carries a box, and puts it on a desk in a dimly lit room)

The Eighth Doctor (V/O) The Time Lord has 13 lives, and the Master had used all of his. But rules never meant much to him, so I stowed his remains safely for the voyage back. Because even in death, I couldn't trust him.

(The hand pulls out an alien looking gizmo, The SONIC SCREWDRIVER, and uses it on the box with a whirring sound, firmly locking it. In a cracked mirror, The Seventh Doctor)

Seventh Doctor:
There, that should do it.

(The Doctor sits on a chair in his TARDIS, which had a much more gothic, victorian style than the version he last had.)

The Eighth Doctor (V/O): In all my travels through space and time, and nearing the end of my seventh life, I was beginning to realise, you could never be too careful.

# ..it was a beautiful sight

# Your kiss was a flame

# Not the spot that somehow dies...

# ..embraced

# Was real as all those tears

I cried...

(HEARTBEAT AND RASPING BREATH)

# ..Each time I wake

# Knowing that you're not here

# But what can I do?

# Time...time...

(RECORD STICKS)

# Time...time...time...time... #

# Funny how things...how things...

how things... #

Oh, no.

(CAR HORNS BLARE)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE REVS)

Hey, where are you going?

Come back here, man!

Wimp!

(SPEAKS IN CHINESE SLANG)

Did you see it blow?

(PIPE CLANGS)

Say your prayers, Lee.

(WHOOSHING)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

What WAS that thing?!

(DOCTOR GROANS)

Timing...malfunction...

I'll get you an ambulance.

Stop it!

Stop IT!

What?

(SIREN)

Hold in there, old guy.

Chang Lee will help you.

HEY, OVER HERE!

- Were you with him?

- We were just passing.

Is he rich? He'd better be. Here.

- I'm not signing!

- Sign, or we can do nothing.

What's the date?

- December 30th.

- Nineteen ninety-nine.

Gunshot wounds. Heart's going

crazy. Must've taken something.

- Two hearts...?!

- One bullet in his shoulder.

No damage.

The other two are in his left leg.

Look, two hearts!

As if!

It's a double exposure, Curtis.

- Let's get these bullets out.

- One went straight through.

- Heart's still going like crazy.

- We'll get Cardiology.

- Who is on tonight?

- Amazing Grace.

(ARIA FROM ''MADAME BUTTERFLY''

BY PUCCINI)

(BEEPING)

I gotta go.

- Fibrillation at 300.

- 300?!

- X-rays?

- Double exposed every time we try.

- Try again.

- We're getting another machine up.

- No, we don't have time!

- Dr Holloway, it's Brian.

Yeah, Brian. I'm sorry!

I am on call.

Do you expect me to ignore it?

No, Brian, don't say that.

Just wait until I get home.

Brian?

Sorry.

Probe.

Scalpel.

And...straight to track four.

Track four coming up.

(SAME ARIA

FROM ''MADAME BUTTERFLY'' PLAYS)

Puccini...

Madame Butterfly.

What you're about to do, stop!

You will be all right.

No! I am not human.

I am not like you!

Nobody is.

I need a beryllium atomic clock!

This is 1999, isn't it?

We can't wait any longer, Grace.

No, I'm not human! I'm not human!

Try not to speak, Mr Smith.

We've taken out the bullets.

Now we're finding out

why your heart is so wild.

I'll fix it.

You'll be fine. OK...he's under.

Timing malfunction!

The Master! He's out there.

Scalpel.

I've GOT to stop him!

Somehow I don't think

this man's name is Mr Smith, do you?

And here we have

an electro-physiology

being performed by

a senior cardiologist, Dr Holloway,

who will insert a micro probe

into the patient's artery,

then search out the part

causing the fibrillation.

And so you know your money is well

spent, we'll blast it with lasers.

Is Brian threatening to leave again?

He won't. ..That's strange.

- What?

- Dja vu.

- Where am I?

- Er...sub clavian.

I should be in the broncheo-cephalic.

Not unless this man's a donkey.

(NURSES LAUGH)

Then I am lost.

Let me try something.

Seizure! Get that probe out!

I'm trying!

- Picture's out!

- Damn it!

We're dropping off fast!

(GRACE) I can't get it out!

(ANAESTHETIST) He's flatlining!

(GRACE)

The probe snapped. It's still in!

CLEAR!

CLEAR!

CLEAR!

(MUSIC SWELLS TO A CLIMAX)

It's no good.

Time of death?

(NURSE) 10.03.

I want to see his X-rays NOW!

This is all his stuff. There's no

identification there, either.

Tag him John Doe

and book an autopsy.

Maybe the kid who brought him in

can help with identification.

Doctor?

Sure.

This is no double exposure.

Sir?

Hmm? Yeah, I'm up.

(NURSE)

Could you come with me, please?

You're the doctor?

Yeah. Yes, I am.

Are you a friend of Mr Smith's?

Yeah. Is he OK?

Actually, there were complications

and I'm afraid he didn't make it.

Sorry.

It's OK. I'll tell his family.

Are these his things?

Yeah.

I'll take them.

WE should contact the family.

No, this'll hit them hard. I will.

- You don't know him at all!

- I do!

- Then tell me his real name.

- Gotta go!

Wait!

SOMEBODY STOP HIM!

(SNORING)

Shut up...

(LOUDER SNORE)

..Bruce, please!

- Doing anything New Year's Eve?

- Costume party.

- Me, too. Who you going as?

- Wild Bill Hickock.

Cool... Who's that?

John Doe on the toe!

We've got a nice autopsy

booked for you tomorrow,

followed by a sauna or herbal wrap.

What's your pleasure?

One a.m.

Hey, it's December 31st, 1999.

PARTY ON!

Sweet dreams.

(LOUD SNORING)

(SNORING STOPS)

Look out!

It's alive! It's alive!

IT'S ALIVE! In the name of...

I know it! I KNOW IT!

(BANGING)

Hey, Ted, is that you?

(THUMPING CONTINUES)

Hello?

Who's there?

Oh, my GOD!

GOD, NO!

(SHE SCREAMS)

(HUMS THE PUCCINI ARIA)

(CLAP OF THUNDER)

ARGH!

Who am I?

Who am I?

WHO...AM...I?!

Weird.

(ALARM RINGS)

I must find the Doctor.

This body won't last long.

I need the Doctor's body.

Hmm, a sense of humour,

no more snoring?

You don't need a doctor.

Come back to bed, honey.

My name is not honey.

Well, what would you

like me to call you?

Master will do.

Well, come back to bed...master.

(SCREAM STOPS)

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