[ Moon 2049 ]

Clara: Hello! Hello! Hello, Earth. We have a terrible decision to make. It's an uncertain decision, and we don't have a lot of time. The man... who normally helps, he's gone. Maybe he's not coming back. In fact, I... I really don't think he is. We're on our own. So... an innocent life versus the future of all mankind. We have 45 minutes to decide.

[ School ]

Clara: Courtney Woods. Doctor, she has gone crazy. She's uncontrollable. She took your psychic paper. She's been using it as fake ID.

The Doctor: To get into museums?

Clara: No, to buy White Lightning or alcopops or whatever.

The Doctor: I've no idea what you're talking about. What, what is Courtney Woods?

Clara: She's one of my year tens. She was in the TARDIS.

The Doctor: Doing what?

Clara: Throwing up.

The Doctor: Oh, her. Oh, that was ages ago.

Clara: Look, she says that you told her that she wasn't special.

The Doctor: Rubbish.

Clara: She says that's what sent her off the rails.

The Doctor: Pfph!

[ Closet ]

Clara: Doctor. I know, I know! But, you say something like that to somebody, it hurts. Especially if you're somebody of her age, especially if you're you. Doctor, it can affect her whole life.

The Doctor: Bah.

[ TARDIS ]

The Doctor: Oi! Give over!

Courtney: I got stuff to clean up with.

The Doctor: What?

Courtney: And I got these from the chemist.

The Doctor: Vortex manipulators?

Courtney: Travel sickness.

The Doctor: Good. Because I don't like people being sick in my TARDIS. No being sick. And no hanky-panky.

Clara: Doctor!

The Doctor: Sorry, that's the rules.

Clara: Look, Courtney, you're not going to be needing those because you're not going to be doing any travelling. Doctor, will you just, just tell her?

The Doctor: Tell her what?

Clara: Tell her that she's special.

The Doctor: Have you gone bananas?

Courtney: Do you really think I'm not special? You can't just take me away like that. It's like you kicked a big hole in in the side of my life. You really think it? I'm nothing? I'm not special?

The Doctor: [ quietly ] Pfft. God. [ normal ] How'd you like to be the first woman on the moon? Is that special enough for you?

Courtney: Yeah, all right.

The Doctor: OK. Now we can do something interesting.

Clara: Hey, Doctor!

[ Cargo bay ]

Courtney: This isn't the moon. Where are we?

The Doctor: On a recycled space shuttle. 2049, judging by that prototype version of the Bennett oscillator.

The Doctor: Where's the gravity coming from?

Clara: What are they?

The Doctor: About a hundred nuclear b*mb.

[ BEEPING ]

The Doctor: Ah. We're on our way to the moon. [ BEEPING CONTINUES ] Check that. We're about to crash into it! Hold on! Hold on!

Clara: Why didn't you just tell her you didn't mean it?

Lundvik: Who the hell do you think you are?

The Doctor: Why have you got all these nuclear b*mb?

Lundvik: I'm not going to give you another chance.

The Doctor: Oh? Well, you're just going to have to sh**t us, then. sh**t the little girl first.

Courtney: What?

The Doctor: Yes. She doesn't want to stand there watching us getting sh*t, does she? She'll be terrified. Girl first, then her teacher, and then me. You'll have to spend a lot of time sh**ting me because I will keep on regenerating.

The Doctor: In fact, I'm not entirely sure that I won't keep on regenerating for ever.

Clara: Doctor, what are you doing?

The Doctor: Gravity test. So, it'll be very time-consuming and messy, and rather wasteful, because I think I might just possibly be able to help you. You see, I am a super-intelligent alien being who flies in time and space. Are you going to sh**t me?

Lundvik: No.

The Doctor: Good. Why have you got all these nuclear b*mb? No, no, no. Easier question. What's wrong with my yo-yo?

Clara: Doctor, it goes up and down.

The Doctor: Bingo.

Clara: Ah.

The Doctor: Ah ha. We should be bouncing about this cabin like little fluffy clouds. But we're not. What is the matter with the moon?

Lundvik: Nobody knows.

Clara: Do you know what's wrong with the moon?

The Doctor: It's put on weight.

Lundvik: How can the moon put on weight?

The Doctor: Oh, lots of ways. Gravity b*mb, axis alignment systems, planet shellers.

Lundvik: So it's alien.

The Doctor: Must be causing chaos on Earth. The tides will be so high that they will drown whole cities.

Lundvik: Yeah.

The Doctor: So what are you doing about it?

The Doctor: This?

Lundvik: That's what you do with aliens, isn't it? Blow them up?

[ Moon ]

Courtney: Wow. Wow! One small thing for a thing. One enormous thing for a thingy thing.

Lundvik: So much for history.

Lundvik: There was a mining survey, Mexicans. Something happened up here. Nobody knows what. That's when the trouble began back on Earth. High tide everywhere at once. The greatest natural disaster in history.

Clara: Cobwebs?

Lundvik: Henry, go back and prime the b*mb.

Henry: Er, is there any instructions?

Lundvik: There's a switch on each of them. The light goes red.

Henry: They won't go off?

Lundvik: No, not till I've fiddled with this thing.

[ HE SIGHS ]

Henry: OK.

Lundvik: Shall we?

The Doctor: Is that the best you could get?

Lundvik: Second-hand space shuttle, third-hand astronauts.

[ Module ]

The Doctor: How many people here?

Lundvik: Four. Minera Luna San Pedro. It was privately financed. They where doing a mineral survey up here.

The Doctor: Messages? Mayday? SOS?

Duke: Pretty much all the satellites had been whacked out of orbit. They managed to send back some screams.

The Doctor: So then you came up here to rescue them with your b*mb?

Duke: Not quite.

Lundvik: They disappeared ten years ago.

The Doctor: Nobody came?

Lundvik: There was no shuttle.

The Doctor: You had one.

Lundvik: It was in a museum. They'd cut the back off it so kids could ride in it. We'd stopped going into space. Nobody cared. Not until

[ SCREAM ]

Clara: Courtney!

Clara: Oh, my God. Doctor, tell me there wasn't anyone inside that thing.

The Doctor: I could, but it wouldn't make it true.

Duke: I'll get some power back on.

Clara: Come on. Now, Courtney, come here. Don't look. You all right?

Courtney: I'm OK.

Clara: Hey. Look. Look at me. Look. It's all right if you're not.

Courtney: I'm fine. What did it?

The Doctor: Maybe something trying to find out how you're put together. Or maybe how you tasted.

Courtney: Do we have g*n?

Lundvik: Not unless you brought some.

The Doctor: Chicken, apparently.

The Doctor: Save the air.

The Doctor: They didn't find anything.

Lundvik: Eh?

The Doctor: The Mexicans. They didn't find any minerals on the moon at all. Nada.

The Doctor: Oh.

Clara: Oh?

The Doctor: Lines of tectonic stress.

Lundvik: That's the Mare Fecunditatis. It's been there since the Apollo days. It's always been there.

The Doctor: No, no, no. These are much, much bigger. Sea of Tranquillity. Sea of Nectar. Sea of Ingenuity. Sea of Crises.

Clara: Meaning?

The Doctor: Meaning, Clara, that the moon, this little planetoid that's been tagging along beside you for a hundred million years, which gives you light at night and seas to sail on, is in the process of falling to bits.

[ RUMBLING ]

[ Moon ]

Henry: Hello, Captain? Captain? Captain?

[ HE PANTS ]

[ HE PANTS ]

Henry: Argh!

[ Module ]

[ HIGH-PITCHED SHRIEKING ]

Courtney: What the hell was that?

Lundvik: Duke, is that you?

Duke (O.C.): I don't sound anything like that.

Lundvik: Can you try and get the lights back on?

Duke (O.C.): That's what I'm doing.

The Doctor: Torch. Give me your torch. Whatever it is, it's in here.

[ SCUTTLING ]

[ SCUTTLING ]

The Doctor: I think we've found your alien.

[ IT SHRIEKS ]

The Doctor: Back, back, back! We need a door. A door, a door!

Clara: Here! Here! The door's locked.

The Doctor: Come on, come on! There's no power to work it. [ SHRIEKING ] Come on!

Clara: Doctor.

The Doctor: Stay still. It's sensing movement. It can't see you. Fast movement. There must be another exit through there. Slowly. [ SCUTTLING ] Slowly. Head to that exit. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly, slowly. 

The Doctor: Gently, gently. When I say run, run.

Lundvik: Who made you the boss?

The Doctor: Well, you say run, then.

Lundvik: Duke!

Duke: Argh!

Lundvik: Duke!

The Doctor: Run! We have power. Run!

Clara: Quick, it's shutting.

Courtney: Miss!

Clara: Courtney! Courtney!

Courtney: Miss!

Clara: Courtney! The power's gone again.

Courtney: It's k*lled him. It's coming in here! Doctor, it's coming in here!

The Doctor: You'll be OK!

Lundvik: Henry? Henry?

The Doctor: Courtney, look at me. Look at me! Courtney!

The Doctor: Try and get to the door! Try and get yourself down here.

[ SIREN WAILS ]

The Doctor: Courtney, grab my yo-yo!

The Doctor: Courtney!

Clara: Courtney.

Courtney: Kills ninety nine percent of all known germs.

The Doctor: Good stuff, Courtney. Just don't try that at home, OK?

Clara: You all right?

Courtney: Why did I just fly? This is nuts.

The Doctor: Did you say germs? Oh, God, this is incredible. Look at the size of it. It's the size of a badger.

Clara: Doctor

The Doctor: It's a prokaryotic unicellular life form, with non-chromosomal DNA. Which, as you and me know. Well, not you and me. Well, you, certainly not. You and me, yes, scientists know, this is a germ. You flew because that one point three billion tonnes shifted. It moved. It's an unstable mass.

Courtney: I'm scared, Miss.

Clara: OK.

Lundvik: He'd just had a grand-daughter. Elina. She was his first. He was my teacher. He taught me how to fly. We were both given the sack on the same day.

The Doctor: Which way to the Mare Fecunditatis?

Courtney: Please can I go home now? I'm really. I'm really sorry, but I'd like to go home.

[ Moon ]

Lundvik: Henry, come in. If you don't mind, Henry, come in.

Clara: Doctor, this is dangerous now.

The Doctor: It was dangerous before. Everything's dangerous if you want it to be. Eating chips is dangerous. Crossing the road. It's no way to live your life. Tell her. You're supposed to be teaching her.

Clara: Look, I have a duty of care, OK? You know what that is?

The Doctor: Course I know what a duty of care is. What are you suggesting? She's fine. What are you, thirty five?

Courtney: Fifteen.

[ TARDIS ]

The Doctor: Now, don't touch anything.

Courtney: You got any games?

The Doctor: Oh, don't be so stupid!

Courtney: Can I get reception up here?

[ Cargo bay ]

The Doctor: Get in.

Clara: Why are you shutting her in? We don't need to stay, do we?

The Doctor: Eh?

Clara: It's obvious, isn't it? The moon doesn't break up.

The Doctor: How do you know?

Clara: Because I've been in the future, and the moon is still there. I think. You know the moon is still there, right?

The Doctor: Maybe it isn't the moon. Maybe it's a hologram or a big painting, or a special effect. Maybe it's a completely different moon.

Clara: But you would know.

The Doctor: I would?

Clara: If the moon fell to bits in 2049, somebody would've mentioned it. It would have come up in conversation. So it doesn't break up. So the world doesn't end. So, let's just get in the TARDIS and go.

The Doctor: Clara, there are some moments in time that I simply can't see. Little eye-blinks. They don't look the same as other things. They're not clear. They're fuzzy, they're grey. Little moments in which big things are decided. And this is one of them. Just now, I can't tell what happens to the moon, because whatever happens to the moon hasn't been decided yet. And it's going to be decided here and now. Which very much sounds as though it's up to us.

Lundvik: Neither of you are going anywhere. I've lost my crew. We were the last astronauts. This is the last shuttle, these are the last nuclear b*mb. We're the last chance for Earth, and you're staying to help me.

The Doctor: Decision made.

Clara: Yeah.

[ Moon ]

The Doctor: What is k*lling the moon?

Clara: How can the moon die, though?

The Doctor: Everything does, sooner or later.

Lundvik: Can we save it?

The Doctor: Depends what's k*lling it.

Lundvik: There are the other three.

Clara: Is it those germ things, then? Are they like cockroaches? Is it, is it an infestation?

Lundvik: Is it?

The Doctor: Well, I've only seen one of them. It would take an awful lot more to cause the moon to put on one point three billion tonnes.

The Doctor: Argh!

Clara: Doctor!

Lundvik: It's a vacuum. It won't work.

The Doctor: Well, that makes two.

Clara: Sunlight.

Lundvik: Sunlight?

Clara: If they're germs. My nan says it's the best disinfectant there is.

The Doctor: Shine your light down there.

Lundvik: Where have they come from?

The Doctor: Maybe they've been there all the time. It's warmish. They're multiplying, feeding, evolving.

Lundvik: Doctor, if the moon breaks up, it'll k*ll us all in about forty five minutes.

The Doctor: I agree. Unless something else is going on.

Lundvik: There's no water on the moon.

The Doctor: It's not water. It's amniotic fluid. The stuff that life comes from. I've got to go down there.

Lundvik: Doctor.

The Doctor: Back to your shuttle. Get your b*mb ready. You, get to the TARDIS. Get safe. Get Courtney safe. I will be back.

Clara: What? No. Doctor. Doctor!

Clara: Doctor!

Lundvik: Will he?

[ SHE SIGHS ]

Lundvik: Will he be back?

Clara: If he says so, I suppose he will.

[ TARDIS ]

Courtney: Miss? Come in.

Clara (O.C.): Courtney?

Courtney: I'm bored. When are you coming back?

Clara (O.C.): We're on our way. What you doing?

Courtney: Putting some pictures on Tumblr.

[ Moon ]

Clara: No! Courtney, don't put any photos on Tumblr.

Lundvik: My granny used to put things on Tumblr.

[ RUMBLING ]

[ THEY PANT ]

Lundvik: There he is.

Clara: Was that where we landed? [ RUMBLING ] It looks so different.

Lundvik: It's going down.

Clara: Courtney! Doctor!

Lundvik: We going to have to take cover. We're running out of oxygen.

Clara: Doctor!

[ RUMBLING ]

The Doctor: Today's the day, humankind.

[ Module ]

Clara: Where's the TARDIS?

The Doctor: She's in the shuttle, isn't she? She'll turn up.

Clara: Last time you said that, she turned up on the wrong side of the planet.

The Doctor: You two have never gotten on, have you?

Clara: Look, we need to know where Courtney is.

The Doctor: Courtney is safe. Och. Well, do you have her phone number?

Clara: No, no, no. Of course I don't have her phone number.

The Doctor: Well, what about the school? Does the secretary have her number?

Clara: I can't. The secretary hates me. She thinks I gave her a packet of TENA Lady for Secret Santa. Look. Courtney's posting stuff on Tumblr. Doesn't that know where you are?

Lundvik: I don't know. I'm not a historian.

The Doctor: Phone. I know what the problem is. Oh, she can't post that. She can't put pictures of me online.

Courtney (on screen): Yeah?

The Doctor: You can't put pictures of me online.

Clara: Are you OK?

Courtney (on screen): Er, I'm fine. What's up?

Lundvik: You said you know what the problem is.

The Doctor: Yes, yes. It's a rather big problem.

Clara: OK,.do you want to share it with the class?

The Doctor: Well, I had a little hypothesis. The seismic activity, the surface breaking up, the variable mass, the increase in gravity, the fluid. I scanned what's down there.

The Doctor: The moon isn't breaking apart. Well, actually, it is breaking apart, and rather quickly. We've got about an hour and a half. But that isn't the problem. It's not infested.

Courtney (on screen): What are they, then, those things?

The Doctor: Bacteria. Tiny, tiny bacteria living on something very, very big. Something that weighs about one point three billion tonnes. Something that's living. Something growing.

Clara: Growing?

The Doctor: That.

Courtney (on screen): That lives under the moon?

The Doctor: No.

Clara: What?

The Doctor: That doesn't live under the moon. That is the moon.

Lundvik: What the hell are you talking about?

The Doctor: The moon isn't breaking apart. The moon is hatching.

Clara: Huh?

The Doctor: The moon's an egg.

Clara: Has it, er, has it always been an egg?

The Doctor: Yes, for a hundred million years or so. Just, just growing. Just getting ready to be born.

Clara: OK. So the moon has never been the moon?

The Doctor: No, no, no, no. It's never been d*ad. It's just taking a long time to come alive.

Courtney (on screen): Is it a chicken?

The Doctor: No!

Courtney (on screen): Cos, for a chicken to have laid an egg that big 

The Doctor: Courtney, don't spoil the moment.

Clara: Doctor, what is it?

The Doctor: I think that it's unique. I think that's the only one of its kind in the universe. I think that that is utterly beautiful.

Lundvik: How do we k*ll it?

Clara: Why'd you want to k*ll it?

Courtney (on screen): It's a little baby.

Lundvik: Doctor, how do we k*ll it?

The Doctor: k*ll the moon?

The Doctor: k*ll the moon. Well, you have about a hundred of the best man-made nuclear w*apon, if they still work. If that's what you want to do.

Clara: Doctor, wait

Lundvik: Will that do it?

The Doctor: A hundred nuclear b*mb set off right where we are, right on top of a living, vulnerable creature? It'll never feel the sun on its back.

Lundvik: And then what? Will the moon still break up? You said, you said we had an hour and a half?

The Doctor: Well, there'll be nothing to make it break up. There will be nothing trying to force its way out. The gravity of the little d*ad baby will pull all the pieces back together again. Of course, it won't be very pretty. You'd have an enormous corpse floating in the sky. You might have some very difficult conversations to have with your kids.

Lundvik: I don't have any kids.

Clara: Stop. Right, listen. This is a, this is a life. I mean, this must be the biggest life in the universe.

Courtney (on screen): It's not even been born.

Lundvik: It is k*lling people. It is destroying the Earth.

Clara: You cannot blame a baby for kicking.

Lundvik: Let me tell you something. You want to know what I took back from being in space? Look at the edge of the Earth. The atmosphere, that is paper thin. That is the only thing that saves us all from death. Everything else, the stars, the blackness. That's all d*ad. Sadly, that is the only life any of us will ever know.

Courtney (on screen): There's life here. There's life just next door.

Lundvik: Look, when you've grown up a bit, you'll realise that everything doesn't have to be nice. Some things are just bad. Anyway, you ran away. It's none of your business.

Courtney (on screen): Doctor, I want to come back.

Clara: Courtney, you'll be safer where you are.

[ TARDIS ]

Courtney: Doctor, I'm sorry. I want to come back, OK? I want to help.

The Doctor (O.C.): Ah, there's some DVDs on the blue book shelf.

[ Module ]

The Doctor: Just stick one into the TARDIS console. That'll bring you to me.

Courtney (on screen): Right.

The Doctor: And make sure you hang on to the console, otherwise the TARDIS will leave you behind.

Clara: So what do we do? Doctor? Huh? Doctor, what do we do?

The Doctor: Nothing.

Clara: What?

The Doctor: We don't do anything. I'm sorry, Clara. I can't help you.

Clara: Of course you can help.

The Doctor: The Earth isn't my home. The moon's not my moon. Sorry.

Clara: Come on. Hey.

The Doctor: Listen, there are moments in every civilisation's history in which the whole path of that civilisation is decided. The whole future path. Whatever future humanity might have depends upon the choice that is made right here and right now. Now, you've got the tools to k*ll it. You made them. You brought them up here all on your own, with your own ingenuity. You don't need a Time Lord. k*ll it. Or let it live. I can't make this decision for you.

Clara: Yeah, well, I can't make it.

The Doctor: Well, there's two of you here.

Clara: Well, yeah. A school teacher and an astronaut.

The Doctor: Who's better qualified?

Clara: I don't know! The President of America.

The Doctor: Oh, take something off his plate. He makes far too many decisions anyway.

Lundvik: She.

The Doctor: She. Sorry. She hasn't even been into space. She hasn't been to another planet. How would she even know what to do?

Clara: I am asking you for help.

The Doctor: Listen, we went to dinner in Berlin in 1937, right? We didn't nip out after pudding and k*ll h*tler. I've never k*lled h*tler. And you wouldn't expect me to k*ll h*tler. The future is no more malleable than the past.

Clara: OK, don't you do this to make some kind of point.

The Doctor: Sorry. Well, actually, no, I'm not sorry. It's time to take the s*ab off your bike. It's your moon, womankind. It's your choice.

Clara: And you're just going to stand there?

The Doctor: Absolutely not.

Clara: Doctor?

The Doctor: A teenager, an astronaut and a schoolteacher.

Lundvik: Hang on a minute. We can get in there, can't we? You can sort it out with that thing.

The Doctor: No. Some decisions are too important not to make on your own.

Clara: Doctor. Doctor? Doctor!

Lundvik: Oh, what a prat.

[ THUDDING ]

[ SHRIEKING ]

[ RUMBLING ]

Lundvik: I'm going to detonate the b*mb, agreed? Agreed?

Lundvik: Hang on tight, there's been a breach!

Clara: If we let it live, what would happen if the moon wasn't there?

Lundvik: Listen, we haven't got time for this.

Clara: We're discussing it! What would happen if the moon wasn't there?

Courtney: I have a physics book in my bag. There's this thing on gravity?

Lundvik: Super. Is there a word search?

Clara: OK, there would be no tides. But we'd survive that, right? They've knocked out the satellites. There's no internet, no mobiles. I'd be fine with that.

Lundvik: It's not going to just stop being there, because inside the moon, Miss, is a gigantic creature forcing its way out. And when it does, which is going to be pretty damn soon, there are going to be huge chunks of the moon heading right for us, like whatever k*lled the dinosaurs, only ten thousand times bigger.

Clara: But the moon isn't make of rock and stone, is it? It's made of eggshell.

Lundvik: Oh, God. OK, OK, fine. If, by some miracle, the shell isn't too thick, or if it disperses, or if it goes into orbit, whatever, there's still going to be a massive thing there, isn't there, that just popped out. And what the hell do you imagine that is?

Courtney: Loads of things lay eggs.

Lundvik: It's not a chicken.

Courtney: I'm not saying it's a chicken. I'm not completely stupid.

Lundvik: It's an exoparasite.

Courtney: A what?

Lundvik: Like a flea. Or a head louse.

Clara: I'm going to have to be a lot more certain than that if I'm going to k*ll a baby.

Lundvik: Oh, you want to talk about babies?. You've probably got babies down there now. You want to have babies?

Clara: Well, yeah.

Courtney: Mister Pink.

Clara: Shush!

Lundvik: OK. You imagine you've got children down there on Earth now, right? Grandchildren maybe. You want that thing to get out? k*ll them all? You want today to be the day life on Earth stopped because you couldn't make an unfair decision? Listen, I don't want to do this. All my life I've dreamed about coming here. But this is how it has to end.

Courtney: Oi!

Lundvik: I've given us an hour. There's a cut-out here. If anyone has any bright ideas, or if he comes back, that stops it. But once it's pressed, it stays pressed.

Clara: And if he doesn't come back?

Lundvik: I didn't expect to survive anyway.

Courtney: He's going to come back, though, right? Isn't he, Miss?

Clara: Hey, why don't you call me Clara?

Courtney: I prefer Miss, Miss. We just need to make up our minds, that's all. Well, you know him.

Clara: I think he really might just be leaving it to us.

[ RADIO CRACKLES ]

McKean (O.C.): Can anybody hear me? Come in, please. Can anybody 

Lundvik: Lundvik.

McKean (on screen): This is ground control.

Lundvik: Yeah, yeah, I can tell by your haircut. How are things down there?

McKean (on screen): Pretty bad. Yeah. Pretty bad. Listen, we're patched in to one of the TV satellites. We haven't got long. How are things up there?

Clara: Can we broadcast on this?

McKean (on screen): Who are you?

Clara: School trip. Can we broadcast on this?

McKean (on screen): Well, yes.

Clara: Hello, Earth. We have a terrible decision to make. It's an uncertain decision and we don't have a lot of time. [ SPIDERS SHRIEK ] We can k*ll this creature or we can let it live. We don't know what it's going to do, we don't know what's going to happen when it hatches. If it will hurt us, help us, or just leave us alone. We have to decide together. This is the last time we'll be able to speak to you, but you can send us a message. If you think we should k*ll the creature, turn your lights off. If you think we should take the chance, let it live, leave your lights on. We'll be able to see. Goodnight, Earth.

Clara: Was that OK?

Courtney: Yeah.

[ CRASHING ]

Clara: Come on. Let's see.

[ RUMBLING AND CRASHING ]

[ ALARM BEEPS ]

[ ALARM BEEPS ]

Courtney: Night, night.

Clara: Oh, Doctor, where have you gone?

Lundvik: We can't risk it all just to be nice.

Clara: OK.

Courtney: Miss?

Lundvik: Nine seconds.

Courtney: You can't!

Lundvik: Sorry, girls. See you on the other side. Two

Lundvik: Hey!

The Doctor: One, two, three, into the TARDIS.

Lundvik: What's happening?

The Doctor: Let's go and have a look, shall we?

[ TARDIS ]

Lundvik: Bloody idiots. Bloody irresponsible idiots.

The Doctor: Mind your language, please, There are children present.

Lundvik: You should have left me there, let me die. I wanted to die up there with the universe in front of me, not being crushed to death on Earth.

The Doctor: Nobody's going to die.

Lundvik: Could you please let us see what's happening?

[ Beach ]

Courtney: What's it doing?

The Doctor: It's feeling the sun on itself. It's getting warm. The chick flies away and the eggshell disintegrates. Harmless.

Clara: Did you know?

The Doctor: You made your decision. Humanity made its choice.

Lundvik: No, we ignored humanity.

The Doctor: Well, there you go.

Lundvik: So what happens now, then? Tell me what happens now.

The Doctor: In the mid-twenty first century humankind starts creeping off into the stars, spreads its way through the galaxy to the very edges of the universe. And it endures till the end of time.

The Doctor: And it does all that because one day in the year 2049, when it had stopped thinking about going to the stars, something occurred that make it look up, not down. It looked out there into the blackness and it saw something beautiful, something wonderful, that for once it didn't want to destroy. And in that one moment, the whole course of history was changed. Not bad for a girl from Coal Hill School, and her teacher.

Courtney: Oh, my gosh. It laid a new egg. It's beautiful. Doctor, it's beautiful.

The Doctor: That's what we call a new moon.

Courtney: You can be the first woman on that.

The Doctor: I think that somebody deserves a thank you.

Lundvik: Yeah, probably. Thank you. Thank you for stopping me. Thank you for giving me the moon back.

The Doctor: OK, Captain. Well, you've got a whole new space programme to get together. NASA is er, it's that way. About two and a half thousand miles. You still got your vortex manipulators? I'll give you a run home.

[ TARDIS ]

The Doctor: Not that it's any of my business, but I think you did the right thing.

Clara: Yeah, you're right. It's none of your business. Come on, Courtney, off you go. Double Geography.

Courtney: Can we do it again?

Clara: Go. Go, go. Chop chop.

[ DOOR CLOSES ]

[ TARDIS WHIRRS ]

Clara: Tell me what you knew.

The Doctor: Nothing. I told you, I've got grey areas.

Clara: Yeah. I noticed. Tell me what you knew, Doctor, or else I'll smack you so hard you'll regenerate.

The Doctor: I knew that eggs are not b*mb. I know they don't usually destroy their nests. Essentially, what I knew was that you would always make the best choice. I had faith that you would always make the right choice.

Clara: Honestly, do you have music playing in your head when you say rubbish like that?

The Doctor: It wasn't my decision to make. I told you.

Clara: Well, why did you do it? Was it for Courtney, was that it?

The Doctor: Well, she really is something special now, isn't she? First woman on the moon, saved the Earth from itself, and, rather bizarrely, she becomes the President of the United States. She met this bloke called Blinovitch

Clara: Do you know what? Shut up! I am so sick of listening to you!

The Doctor: Well, I didn't do it for Courtney. I didn't know what was going to happen. Do you think I'm lying?

Clara: I don't know. I don't know. If you didn't do it for her, I mean. Do you know what? It was, it was cheap, it was pathetic. No, no, no. It was patronising. That was you patting us on the back, saying, you're big enough to go to the shops by yourself now. Go on, toddle along.

The Doctor: No, that was me allowing you to make a choice about your own future. That was me respecting you.

Clara: Oh, my God, really? Was it? Yeah, well, respected is not how I feel.

The Doctor: Right. OK. Er.

Clara: I nearly didn't press that button. I nearly got it wrong. That was you, my friend, making me scared. Making me feel like a bloody idiot.

The Doctor: Language.

Clara: Oh, don't you ever tell me to mind my language. Don't you ever tell me to take the s*ab off my bike. And don't you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable. You walk our Earth, Doctor, you breathe our air. You make us your friend, and that is your moon too. And you can damn well help us when we need it.

The Doctor: I was helping.

Clara: What, by clearing off?

The Doctor: Yes.

Clara: Yeah, well, clear off! Go on. You can clear off. Get back in your lonely, your lonely bloody TARDIS and you don't come back.

The Doctor: Clara. Clara.

Clara: You go away. OK? You go a long way away.

[ DOOR SLAMS ]

[ Class ]

Danny: Hello.

Clara: Hey. Now then.

Danny: What've you been up to?

Clara: The usual.

Danny: It happened, didn't it?

Clara: Well, he was wrong, wasn't he? Wasn't he? Danny, what do you think?

Danny: I think I've seen this look before.

Clara: No, you haven't. This is new for me.

Danny: No, not on your face. On mine.

Clara: What did you do?

Danny: I left the army.

Clara: You loved the army.

Danny: Yep. And then one day I didn't.

Clara: I'm done, I'm done. I am finished with it. I am, I am, I'm done. It's over. I'm finished with him, and I told him that. What is that face for? Why don't you believe me?

Danny: Because you're still angry. You can never finish with anyone while they can still make you angry. Tell him when you're calm, and then tell me.

Clara: When did you get to become so wise?

Danny: Same way as anyone else. I had a really bad day.
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