(A young black woman is walking down a busy London
street, listening to a rap song on her phone radio.)
RADIO: What can happen on an average beautiful day? You never know.
Celebrate seasonal changes. It's hot for brothers. On a beautiful
(Her phone rings.)
MARTHA: You're up early. What's happening?
(It is her sister.)
TISH: It's a nightmare, because Dad won't listen, and I'm telling you,
Mum is going mental. Swear to God, Martha, this is epic. You've got to
get in there and stop him.
MARTHA: How do I do that?
TISH: Tell him he can't bring her.
MARTHA: Hold on, that's Leo. I'll call you back.
LEO: Martha, If Mum and Dad start to kick off, tell them I don't even
want a party. I didn't even ask for one. They can always give me the
MARTHA: Yeah, but why do I have to tell them? Why
can't you? (Beep beep.) Hold on, that's Mum. I'll call you back.
FRANCINE: I don't mind your father making a fool of
himself in private, but this is Leo's 21st, everyone is going to be
there, and the entire family is going to look ridiculous.
MARTHA: Mum, it's a party. I can't stop Dad from
bringing his girlfriend. (Beep beep.) Hold on, that's Dad, I'll call
(Clive is getting into his posh open-top car.)
CLIVE: Martha? Now, tell your mother, Leo is my son, and I'm paying for
half that party. I'm entitled to bring who I like.
MARTHA: I know, but think what it's going to look
like for Mum, if you're standing there with Annalise.
(A long-legged blonde, young white woman joins
Clive in the car.)
CLIVE: What's wrong with Annalise?
ANNALISE: Is that Martha? Say hi. Hi, Martha, hi!
MARTHA: Hi, Annalise.
ANNALISE: Big kiss, lots of love, see you at the
party, babe. Now, take me shopping, big boy.
(The Doctor walks up to Martha.)
DOCTOR: Like so.
(He takes off his tie.)
(And walks away again. Martha arrives at the Royal Hope Hospital, and a
man in full motorcycle gear barges past her.)
MARTHA: Oi! Watch, it mate.
(The figure turns to stare at Martha, then walks on. Inside, at her
locker, Martha puts on a white coat, then gets an electric shock from
(The consultant and his students are gathered
around a woman's bed. The consultant, Mister Stoker, is taking her
FLORENCE: I was all right till this morning, and then, I don't know, I
woke up and I felt all dizzy again. It was worse than when I came in.
STOKER: Pulse is slightly thready. Well, let's see what Britain's
finest might suggest. Any ideas, Morgenstern?
(A nervous young man.)
MORGENSTERN: Dizziness can be a sign of early onset diabetes.
STOKER: Hardly early onset, if you'll forgive me, Miss Finnegan. Any
more ideas? Swales?
(A young woman.)
SWALES: Er, could recommend a CT scan.
STOKER: And spend all our money? Jones?
MARTHA: We could take bloods and check for Meniere's disease.
STOKER: Or we could simply ask the patient. What did you have for
dinner last night?
FLORENCE: I had salad.
STOKER: And the night before?
FLORENCE: Salad again.
STOKER: And salad every night for the past week, contrary to my
instructions. Salt deficiency, that's all. Simple, honest salt.
STOKER: Hippocrates himself expounded on the
virtues of salt. Recommended the inhalation of steam from sea water.
Though no doubt if he'd been afflicted with my students, results might
have been rather more colourful.
(Stoker leads his students from the Breast Screening Unit to the
Orthopedic Dept, past the lifts. Two figures in full motorcycle
leathers get out. In reality, they would never have been allowed in the
hospital without taking off their helmets.)
(Stoker pushes back the curtain around a bed.)
STOKER: Now then, Mister Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you
DOCTOR: Oh, not so bad. Still a bit, you know, blah.
STOKER: John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains.
Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me.
MARTHA: That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?
MARTHA: On Chancellor Street this morning? You came up to me and took
your tie off.
DOCTOR: Really? What did I do that for?
MARTHA: I don't know, you just did.
DOCTOR: Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses.
MARTHA: Well, that's weird, cause it looked like you. Have you got a
DOCTOR: No, not any more. Just me.
STOKER: As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss
MARTHA: Sorry. Right.
(Martha listens to the Doctor's chest, and hears the two heartbeats.
The Doctor winks at her.)
STOKER: I weep for future generations. Are you having trouble locating
the heart, Miss Jones?
MARTHA: Er, I don't know. Stomach cramps?
STOKER: That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic
techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart.
(Stoker gets an electric shock from the metal clip.)
MARTHA: That happened to me this morning.
MORGENSTERN: I had the same thing on the door handle.
SWALES: And me, on the lift.
STOKER: That's only to be expected. There's a thunderstorm moving in
and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by.
DOCTOR: Benjamin Franklin.
DOCTOR: My mate, Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off
that kite, and then I got soaked..
DOCTOR: And then I got electrocuted.
STOKER: Moving on. I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric. And next
(Martha and the Doctor exchange grins as she moves away.)
[Doctor's rest room]
(While Swales makes coffee, Martha is on the
MARTHA: No, listen, I've worked out a plan. We tell Annelise that the
buffet tonight is one hundred per cent carbohydrate, and she won't turn
TISH [OC]: I wish you'd take this seriously.
TISH: That's our inheritance she's spending, on
fake tan. Tell you what, I'm not that far away, I'll drop by for a
sandwich and we can draw up a battle plan.
[Doctor's rest room]
MARTHA: In this weather? I'm not going out. It's
TISH: It's not raining here.
(Tish turns the corner and sees a big black cloud over the hospital.)
TISH: That's weird. It's raining right on top of you, I can see it, but
it's dry where I am.
[Doctor's rest room]
MARTHA: Well, you just got lucky.
TISH: No, but it's like in cartoons. You know, when
a man's got a cloud over his head.
MARTHA [OC]: Yeah, but listen
[Doctor's rest room]
MARTHA: I'll tell you what we'll do.
(She sees the Doctor walk past wearing a dressing gown.)
MARTHA: We tell Dad and Annalise to get there early, about seven
thirty, and we tell Leo get there at the same time so we can do all
that birthday stuff. We tell Mum to get there for about eight thirty,
nine, and that gives me time to have a word with Annalise, and
(Swales touches Martha's arm.)
SWALES: The rain.
MARTHA: It's only rain.
TISH: Martha, have you seen the rain?
[Doctor's rest room]
MARTHA: Why's everyone fussing about rain?
SWALES: It's going up.
TISH: The rain is going up.
[Doctor's rest room]
(There's a big thunder roll and lightning flash,
and the building tilts from side to side a lot. Finally it stops.)
MARTHA: What the hell was that?
SWALES: Are you all right?
MARTHA: I think so, yeah. It felt like an earthquake, or
SWALES: Martha? It's night. Look. It was lunchtime.
MARTHA: It's not night.
SWALES: But it's got to be. It's dark.
MARTHA: We're on the moon.
(A half Earth hangs in the black sky over a cratered surface.)
SWALES: We can't be.
MARTHA: We're on the moon. We're on the bloody moon.
(Staff and patients stare out of the windows. The electricity still
works as people switch lights on. Then the panic really sets in.)
POLICEMAN: Sorry, miss, no.
TISH: My god.
(On the Albert Embankment, opposite the Palace of Westminster and next
to County Hall is a crater where the hospital used to
be. Tish uses her phone.)
TISH: Martha? Martha, can you hear me? Martha!
(Tish walks away past the Tardis parked in a small green space.)
(Hysteria is in control.)
FLORENCE: Have you seen?
MARTHA: I'm sorry, I can't.
MARTHA: All right now, everyone back to bed, we've
got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry.
(The Doctor draws the curtain around his bed as Martha and Swales go to
MARTHA: It's real. It's really real. Hold on.
(Martha reaches to open the window.)
SWALES: Don't! We'll lose all the air.
MARTHA: But they're not exactly air tight. If the air was going to get
sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how
(The Doctor has got dressed behind his curtain.)
DOCTOR: Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?
DOCTOR: And it was Jones, wasn't it? Well then, Martha Jones, the
question is, how are we still breathing?
SWALES: We can't be.
DOCTOR: Obviously we are, so don't waste my time. Martha, what have we
got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or
MARTHA: By the patients' lounge, yeah.
DOCTOR: Fancy going out?
DOCTOR: We might die.
MARTHA: We might not.
DOCTOR: Good. Come on. Not her, she'd hold us up.
[Patients' lounge balcony]
(They open the glass doors and step out. Each takes
a deep breath.)
MARTHA: We've got air. How does that work?
DOCTOR: Just be glad it does.
MARTHA: I've got a party tonight. It's my brother's twenty first. My
mother's going to be really, really
DOCTOR: You okay?
DOCTOR: Want to go back in?
MARTHA: No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same, it's
DOCTOR: Do you think?
MARTHA: How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are.
DOCTOR: Standing in the Earthlight.
MARTHA: What do you think happened?
DOCTOR: What do you think?
MARTHA: Extraterrestrial. It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago
that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into
Big Ben, Christmas, those Cybermen things. I had a cousin. Adeola. She
worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home.
DOCTOR: I'm sorry.
DOCTOR: I was there, in the battle.
MARTHA: I promise you, Mister Smith, we will find a way out. If we can
travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way.
DOCTOR: It's not Smith. That's not my real name.
MARTHA: Who are you, then?
DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor.
MARTHA: Me too, if I can pass my exams. What is it then, Doctor Smith?
DOCTOR: Just the Doctor.
MARTHA: How do you mean, just the Doctor?
DOCTOR: Just the Doctor.
MARTHA: What, people call you the Doctor?
MARTHA: Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that
DOCTOR: Well, I'd better make a start, then. Let's have a look. There
must be some sort of
(He throws something out, and it bounces off -)
DOCTOR: Forcefield keeping the air in.
MARTHA: But if that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is
the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?
DOCTOR: How many people in this hospital?
MARTHA: I don't know. A thousand?
DOCTOR: One thousand people Suffocating.
MARTHA: Why would anyone do that?
DOCTOR: Head's up! Ask them yourself.
(Three massive columnar spaceships pass overhead, then land nearby.
Columns of marching beings come stomping out.)
MARTHA: Aliens. That's aliens. Real, proper aliens.
(Stoker is watching through binoculars.)
FLORENCE: Mister Stoker? I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to ask, but
can you help me?
STOKER: I think we've gone beyond aspirin, Miss er
STOKER: Names. What are names now when something unnamable is marching
towards us across the moon? Two more years, I thought. Two more years
and then retire to Florida. But there is Florida, in the sky. I can see
it. My daughter, she's still in university. I am never going to see her
FLORENCE: But I need help, Mister Stoker.
STOKER: I can't do anything.
FLORENCE: Oh, I think you can.
(The two motorbike men enter.)
STOKER: What do you two want? It's a bit too late to sign for anything.
FLORENCE: These are my lovely boys. I prefer not to get my hands dirty.
STOKER: I'm sorry?
FLORENCE: You see, there are great tests to come, and terrible deeds.
Some of them my own. But if I am to survive this, I need you.
STOKER: What are you talking about?
FLORENCE: Blood. Specifically, yours.
(She snaps her fingers and the men take hold of Stoker.)
STOKER: What are you doing? What are you doing? Well, let go of me!
What the hell? Let go.
FLORENCE: You see, I was only salt deficient because I am so very good
at absorbing it. But now I need fire in my veins, and who better than a
consultant, with blood full of salty fats and vintage wines and all
those Michelin star sauces.
STOKER: Who are you?
FLORENCE: Oh, I'm a survivor, Mister Stoker. At any cost. Look, I've
even brought a straw.
(She takes one out of her handbag. Florence advances and Stoker
(The aliens march towards the hospital.)
WOMAN: What are they doing?
(They pass through the forcefield and into the hospital. The people
there scream and run, hiding behind the chairs in the waiting area. The
leader takes off his helmet to reveal that he is - a two horned
rhinoceros. He speaks in his own language.)
JUDOON: Blos so folt do no cro blo cos so ro.
(The other Judoon draw their weapons.)
MORGENSTERN: Er, we are citizens of planet Earth. We welcome you in
(The Judoon pushes him against the wall and shines a blue light in his
MORGENSTERN: Please don't hurt me. I was just trying to help. I'm
sorry, don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me.
(The Judoon plays a recording of Morgenstern on his blue light device,
then plugs it into his armour.)
JUDOON: Language assimilated. Designation Earth English. You will be
(He shines a blue light onto Morgenstern's forehead.)
JUDOON: Category human.
(He marks a cross on Morgenstern's right hand.)
JUDOON: Catalogue all suspects.
(The process is repeated on all the people by the other Judoon.)
(The Doctor and Martha watch it all from above.)
DOCTOR: Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop. I like a little
MARTHA: Never mind that. What are Judoon?
DOCTOR: They're like police. Well, police for hire. They're more like
MARTHA: And they brought us to the moon?
DOCTOR: Neutral territory. According to galactic law, they've got no
jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated it. That rain,
lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop.
MARTHA: What are you on about, galactic law? Where'd you get that from?
If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon
DOCTOR: No, but I like that. Good thinking. No, I wish it were that
simple. They're making a catalogue. That means they're after something
non human, which is very bad news for me.
MARTHA: Why? Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking
at me like that.
DOCTOR: Come on then.
JUDOON: Troop five, floor one. Troop six, floor
two. Identify humans and find the transgressor. Find it.
JUDOON: Prepare to be catalogued.
MORGENSTERN: Do what they say. All they want is to shine this light
thing. It's all right. They're not going to hurt us. Just listen to
(A man smashes a jug over the head of a Judoon.)
JUDOON: Witness the crime. Charge, physical assault. Plea, guilty.
(The Judoon kills the man with a painful heat ray. The remains are just
a pile of carbon.)
MORGENSTERN: You didn't have to do that.
JUDOON: Justice is swift.
(The Doctor using his sonic screwdriver on a
MARTHA: They've reached third floor. What's that thing?
DOCTOR: Sonic screwdriver.
MARTHA: Well, if you're not going to answer me properly.
DOCTOR: No, really, it is. It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look.
MARTHA: What else have you got, a laser spanner?
DOCTOR: I did, but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman. Oh,
this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon
the moon. Because I was just travelling past. I swear, I was just
wandering. I wasn't looking for trouble, honestly, I wasn't, but I
noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and that lightning,
that's a plasma coil. Been building up for two days now, so I checked
in. I thought something was going on inside. It turns out the plasma
coils were the Judoon up above.
MARTHA: But what were they looking for?
DOCTOR: Something that looks human, but isn't.
MARTHA: Like you, apparently.
DOCTOR: Like me. But not me.
MARTHA: Haven't they got a photo?
DOCTOR: Well, might be a shape-changer.
MARTHA: Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?
DOCTOR: If they declare the hospital guilty of harbouring a fugitive,
they'll sentence it to execution.
MARTHA: All of us?
DOCTOR: Oh yes. If I can find this thing first. Oh! You see, they're
thick! Judoon are thick! They are completely thick! They wiped the
records. Oh, that's clever.
MARTHA: What are we looking for?
DOCTOR: I don't know. Say, any patient admitted in the past week with
unusual symptoms. Maybe there's a back-up.
MARTHA: Just keep working. I'll go ask Mister Stoker. He might know.
MARTHA: Mister Stoker?
(She sees a pair of feet sticking out from behind the desk, the
motorcycle men, then Florence stands up still sucking on her straw.
FLORENCE: Kill her!
[Outside the office]
(Martha runs into the Doctor.)
DOCTOR: I've restored the back-up.
MARTHA: I found her.
DOCTOR: You did what?
(The motorcycle men break down Stoker's office door.)
(They head down the stairs, but meet Judoon coming off and divert onto
another floor, followed by a motorcycle man.)
(They run in and the Doctor sonics the door lock.
Then they get behind the radiation screen.)
DOCTOR: When I say now, press the button.
MARTHA: But I don't know which one.
DOCTOR: Then find out!
(The Doctor starts messing with the x-ray machine while Martha gets the
Manual from the shelf and starts reading. The man outside is battering
the door off its hinges. It gets in and the Doctor points the x-ray
machine at it.)
(The leather-clad man gets a massive dose of radiation, and falls face
down. Martha turns the machine off.)
MARTHA: What did you do?
DOCTOR: Increased the radiation by five thousand per cent. Killed him
MARTHA: But isn't that going to kill you?
DOCTOR: Nah, it's only roentgen radiation. We used to play with
roentgen bricks in the nursery. It's safe for you to come out. I've
absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it. If I concentrate I can
shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my left
shoe. Here we go, here we go. Easy does it. Out, out, out, out, out.
Out, out. Ah, ah, ah, ah! It is, it is, it is, it is, it is hot. Hold
(After a lot of jigging about, the Doctor throws his shoe into the bin.)
MARTHA: You're completely mad.
DOCTOR: You're right. I look daft with one shoe.
(So he gets rid of the other one.)
DOCTOR: Barefoot on the moon.
MARTHA: So what is that thing? And where's it from, the planet Zovirax?
DOCTOR: It's just a Slab. They're called Slabs. Basic slave drones.
See? Solid leather, all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a
MARTHA: But it was that woman, Miss Finnegan. It was working for her,
just like a servant.
(The Doctor had left his screwdriver in the x-ray machine. It is
DOCTOR: My sonic screwdriver.
MARTHA: She was one of the patients, but
DOCTOR: Oh, no. My sonic screwdriver.
MARTHA: She had a straw like some kind of vampire.
DOCTOR: I loved my sonic screwdriver.
(He throws the screwdriver away.)
DOCTOR: You called me Doctor.
MARTHA: Anyway? Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mister
DOCTOR: Funny time to take a snack. You'd think she'd be hiding.
Unless. No. Yes, that's it. Wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer. Internal
shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it.
(Florence walks out of the office, wiping the
corners of her mouth.)
JUDOON: Prepare to be catalogued. Human.
(Florence stands calmly while she is catalogued.)
DOCTOR: If she can assimilate Mister Stoker's
blood, mimic the biology, she'll register as human. We've got to find
her and show the Judoon. Come on!
(Florence smiles at the cross on her hand.)
(The Doctor and Martha hide by the water dispenser
as the other Slab walks down the corridor.)
DOCTOR: That's the thing about Slabs. They always travel in pairs.
MARTHA: What about you?
DOCTOR: What about me what?
MARTHA: Haven't you got back-up? You must have a partner or something?
DOCTOR: Oh. Humans. We're stuck on the moon running out of air with
Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions?
MARTHA: I like that. Humans. I'm still not convinced you're an alien.
(They walk into a Judoon and the Doctor gets scanned.)
MARTHA: Oh my God, you really are.
DOCTOR: And again.
(They run, and get round the corner before the Judoon fires its weapon.
The chase is on. The Doctor and Martha run up the stairs.)
(People are starting to slump to the floor.)
DOCTOR: They've done this floor. Come on. The Judoon are logical and
just a little bit thick. They won't go back to check a floor they've
checked already. If we're lucky.
(Swales is giving oxygen to a patient.)
MARTHA: How much oxygen is there?
SWALES: Not enough for all these people. We're going to run out.
DOCTOR: How are you feeling? Are you all right?
MARTHA: I'm running on adrenaline.
DOCTOR: Welcome to my world.
MARTHA: What about the Judoon?
DOCTOR: Nah, great big lung reserves. It won't slow them down. Where's
Mister Stoker's office?
MARTHA: It's this way.
MARTHA: She's gone. She was here.
(Stoker's body is very white.)
DOCTOR: Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a
MARTHA: What's she doing on Earth?
DOCTOR: Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What's
she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all.
MARTHA: Wait a minute.
(Martha closes Stoker's eyes.)
DOCTOR: Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore
surrounded by police, what would I do?
(He sees the sign to the MRI.)
DOCTOR: Ah. She's as clever as me. Almost.
JUDOON: Find the non-human. Execute.
DOCTOR: Martha, stay here. I need time. You've got to hold them up.
MARTHA: How do I do that?
DOCTOR: Just forgive me for this. It could save a thousand lives. It
means nothing. Honestly, nothing.
(The Doctor kisses Martha, long and hard, then runs away.)
MARTHA: That was nothing?
(There are flashes of light going on inside the
room. The Doctor enters. The scanner itself has energy dancing all over
it, and Florence is in the control booth, working.)
DOCTOR: Have you seen them? There are these things. These great big
space rhino things. I mean, rhinos from space. And we're on the moon!
Great big space rhinos with guns on the moon. And I only came in for my
bunions, look. I mean, all fixed now. Perfectly good treatment. The
nurses were lovely. I said to my wife, I said I'd recommend this place
to anyone, but then we end up on the moon. And did I mention the
FLORENCE: Hold him.
(The Slab comes out from behind the door and grabs the Doctor's arms.)
JUDOON: Find the non-human. Execute.
MARTHA: Now listen, I know who you're looking for. She's this woman.
She calls herself Florence.
(The Judoon scans Martha.)
JUDOON: Human. Wait. Non-human traits suspected. Non-human element
confirmed. Authorise full scan. What are you? What are you?
DOCTOR: Er, that, that big er machine thing. Is it
supposed to be making that noise?
FLORENCE: You wouldn't understand.
DOCTOR: But isn't that a magnetic resonance imaging thing? Like a
ginormous sort of a magnet? I did magnetics GCSE. Well, I failed, but
all the same.
FLORENCE: The magnetic setting now increased to fifty thousand Tesla.
DOCTOR: Ooo, that's a bit strong, isn't it?
FLORENCE: It'll send out a magnetic pulse that'll fry the brain stems
of every living thing within two hundred and fifty thousand miles.
Except for me, safe in this room.
DOCTOR: But er, hold on, hold on, I did geography GCSE. I passed that
one. Doesn't that distance include the Earth?
FLORENCE: Only the side facing the moon. The other half will survive.
Call it my little gift.
DOCTOR: I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me, I'm a little out of my
depth. I've spent the past fifteen years working as a postman. Hence
the bunions. Why would you do that?
FLORENCE: With everyone dead, the Judoon ships will be mine, to make my
DOCTOR: No, that's weird. You're talking like you're some sort of an
FLORENCE: Quite so.
FLORENCE: Oh, yes.
DOCTOR: You're joshing me.
FLORENCE: I am not.
DOCTOR: I'm talking to an alien? In hospital? What, has the place got
an ET department?
FLORENCE: It's the perfect hiding place. Blood banks downstairs for a
midnight feast, and all this equipment ready to arm myself with should
the police come looking.
DOCTOR: So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?
FLORENCE: Yes. But I'm hidden.
DOCTOR: Right. Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans.
FLORENCE: They're doing what?
DOCTOR: Big chief rhino boy, he said, no sign of a non-human, we must
increase our scans up to setting two?
FLORENCE: Then I must assimilate again.
DOCTOR: What does that mean?
FLORENCE: I must appear to be human.
DOCTOR: Well, you're welcome to come home and meet the wife. She'd be
honoured. We can have cake.
FLORENCE: Why should I have cake? I've got my little straw.
DOCTOR: Oh, that's nice. Milkshake? I like banana.
FLORENCE: You're quite the funny man. And yet, I think, laughing on
purpose at the darkness. I think it's time you found some peace. Steady
(The Slab forces the Doctor to his knees and turns his head so Florence
has a clear shot at his jugular with her straw.)
DOCTOR: What are you doing?
FLORENCE: I'm afraid this is going to hurt. But if it's any
consolation, the dead don't tend to remember.
(She sticks her straw into his vein, and sucks.)
(Martha gets a cross on her hand.)
JUDOON: Confirm human. Traces of facial contact with non-human.
Continue the search.
(He gives Martha a booklet written in alien.)
JUDOON: You will need this.
MARTHA: What's that for?
(Florence is sucking away when the Judoon enter.
The Slab drops the Doctor and Florence hides her straw in her handbag.)
FLORENCE: Now see what you've done. This poor man just died of fright.
JUDOON: Scan him. Confirmation. Deceased.
(Martha runs in.)
MARTHA: No, he can't be. Let me through. Let me see him.
JUDOON: Stop. Case closed.
MARTHA: But it was her. She killed him. She did it. She murdered him.
JUDOON: Judoon have no authority over human crime.
MARTHA: But she's not human.
FLORENCE: Oh, but I am. I've been catalogued.
MARTHA: But she's not! She assimi. Wait a minute. You drank his blood?
The Doctor's blood? (Martha points a Judoon scanner at Florence.)
FLORENCE: Oh, I don't mind. Scan all you like.
FLORENCE: But, what?
JUDOON: Confirm analysis.
FLORENCE: Oh, but it's a mistake, surely. I'm human. I'm as human as
MARTHA: He gave his life so they'd find you.
JUDOON: Confirm. Plasmavore, charged with the crime of murdering the
child princess of Patrival Regency Nine.
FLORENCE: Well, she deserved it! Those pink cheeks and those blonde
curls and that simpering voice. She was begging for the bite of a
JUDOON: Then you confess?
FLORENCE: Confess? I'm proud of it! Slab, stop them!
(The Judoon fries the Slab.)
JUDOON: Verdict, guilty. Sentence, execution.
(Florence dashes behind the screen and plugs in the MRI scanner. The
Magnetic Overload sign comes on.)
FLORENCE: Enjoy your victory, Judoon, because you're going to burn with
me. Burn in hell!
(The four Judoon all fire and incinerate Florence.)
JUDOON: Case closed.
MARTHA: But what did she mean, burn with me? The scanner shouldn't be
doing that. She's done something.
(The Judoon scans the MRI machine.)
JUDOON: Scans detect lethal acceleration of monomagnetic pulse.
MARTHA: Well, do something! Stop it!
JUDOON: Our jurisdiction has ended. Judoon will evacuate.
MARTHA: What? You can't just leave it. What's it going to do?
JUDOON: All units withdraw.
(The Judoon clomp their way back to their
MORGENSTERN: What about the air? We're running out of air.
MARTHA: You can't go! That thing's going to explode
and it's your fault!
(Martha starts CPR on the Doctor.)
MARTHA: One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five. Two
hearts! One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five.
(Martha starts to gasp for breath. She takes a last deep lungful and
gives it to the Doctor. He wakes and she collapses.)
MARTHA: The scanner. She did something.
(Energy is playing all over the hospital. The Doctor crawls to the
scanner controls then realises he doesn't have a sonic screwdriver any
(He pulls apart the cables that Florence had plugged together and the
scanner turns off, then carries Martha down the corridor. The Judoon
spaceships take off as the oxygen levels fall to zero.)
(He carries Martha to the window.)
DOCTOR: Come on, come on, come on, come on, please. Come on, Judoon,
(It starts to rain.)
DOCTOR: It's raining, Martha. It's raining on the moon.
(A crash of thunder and big flash, and the hospital is back where it
[Outside the hospital]
(Later, the people are being taken to other
hospitals. Martha is sitting in the back of an ambulance.
Morgenstern is giving his version to a policeman.)
MORGENSTERN: I told them I represented the human race. I told them, you
can't do that. I said, we have rights.
TISH: Martha! Oh, God! I thought you were dead! What happened? It was
so weird, because the police wouldn't say. They didn't have a clue. And
I tried phoning. Mum's on her way, but she can't get through. They've
closed off all the roads.
(The Doctor sneaks back to the Tardis.)
TISH: There's thousands of people trying to get in. The whole city's
come to a halt. And Dad phoned, because it's on the news and
everything. He was crying.
(The sound of the Tardis dematerialising.)
TISH: Oh, what a mess. What happened? I mean, what really happened?
Where were you?
(Later, after a shower, Martha is getting ready for
RADIO: Eyewitness reports from the Royal Hope Hospital continue to pour
in, and it all seems to be remarkably consistent. This from medical
student Oliver Morgenstern.
MORGENSTERN [OC]: I was there. I saw it happen. And I feel uniquely
privileged. I looked out at the surface of the moon. I saw the Earth,
suspended in space, and it all just proves Mister Saxon right. We're
not alone in the universe. There's life out there. Wild and
[Outside the Market Tavern]
(Annalise storms out of the party.)
ANNALISE: I am not staying in there to be insulted!
CLIVE: She didn't mean it, sweetheart. She was just saying you look
FRANCINE: No, I did not. I said orange.
ANNALISE: Clive, that woman is disrespecting me. She's never liked me.
FRANCINE: Oh, I can't think why, after you stole my husband.
ANNALISE: I was seduced. I'm entirely innocent. Tell her, babe.
FRANCINE: And then she has a go at Martha, practically accused her of
making the whole thing up.
MARTHA: Mum, I don't mind. Just leave it.
ANNALISE: Oh. I've been to the moon! As if. They were drugged. It said
so on the news.
FRANCINE: Since when did you watch the news? You can't handle Quiz
TISH: Annalise started it. She did. I heard her.
LEO: Tish, don't make it worse.
TISH: Oh, come off it, Leo. What did she buy you? Soap. A seventy five
ANNALISE: Oh, I'm never talking to your family again!
(Annalise walks off.)
FRANCINE: Oh, stay. Have a night out with Clive.
CLIVE: Don't you dare. I'm putting my foot down.
ANNALISE: You coming?
CLIVE: This is me, putting my foot down.
(Clive follows Annalise.)
FRANCINE: Doing it for the last twenty five years!
FRANCINE: Clive, stop, now!
TISH: Mum, don't. I
(Francine, Leo and Tish go after Annalise and Clive. Then Martha sees
the Doctor standing on the corner. He backs away and she follows.)
(The Doctor stands next to the Tardis.)
MARTHA: I went to the moon today.
DOCTOR: A bit more peaceful than down here.
MARTHA: You never even told me who you are.
DOCTOR: The Doctor.
MARTHA: What sort of species? It's not every day I get to ask that.
DOCTOR: I'm a Time Lord.
MARTHA: Right! Not pompous at all, then.
DOCTOR: I just thought since you saved my life and I've got a brand new
sonic screwdriver which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip.
MARTHA: What, into space?
MARTHA: But I can't. I've got exams. I've got things to do. I have to
go into town first thing and pay the rent, I've got my family going
DOCTOR: If it helps, I can travel in time as well.
MARTHA: Get out of here.
DOCTOR: I can.
MARTHA: Come on now, that's going too far.
DOCTOR: I'll prove it.
(The Doctor goes into the Tardis and it dematerialises. Martha reaches
into the space where it had been. Then it rematerialises again and the
Doctor comes out holding his tie in his hand.)
DOCTOR: Told you.
MARTHA: No, but, that was this morning. Did you? Oh, my God. You can
travel in time. But hold on. If you could see me this morning, why
didn't you tell me not to go in to work?
DOCTOR: Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. Except
for cheap tricks.
MARTHA: And that's your spaceship?
DOCTOR: It's called the Tardis. Time and Relative Dimension in Space.
MARTHA: Your spaceship's made of wood. There's not much room. We'd be a
DOCTOR: Take a look.
MARTHA: No, no, no.
MARTHA: But it's just a box. But it's huge.
MARTHA: How does it do that? It's wood. It's like a
box with that room just rammed in. It's bigger on the inside.
DOCTOR: Is it? I hadn't noticed.
(He shuts the door.)
DOCTOR: Right then, let's get going.
MARTHA: But is there a crew, like a navigator and stuff? Where is
DOCTOR: Just me.
MARTHA: All on your own?
DOCTOR: Well, sometimes I have guests. I mean some friends, travelling
alongside. I had. There was recently, a friend of mine. Rose, her name
was. Rose. And we were together. Anyway.
MARTHA: Where is she now?
DOCTOR: With her family. Happy. She's fine. She's. Not that you're
MARTHA: Never said I was.
DOCTOR: Just one trip to say thanks. You get one trip, then back home.
I'd rather be on my own.
MARTHA: You're the one that kissed me.
DOCTOR: That was a genetic transfer.
MARTHA: And if you will wear a tight suit.
DOCTOR: Now, don't!
MARTHA: And then travel all the way across the universe just to ask me
on a date.
DOCTOR: Stop it.
MARTHA: For the record? I'm not remotely interested. I only go for
DOCTOR: Good. Well, then. Close down the gravitic anomaliser, fire up
the helmic regulator. And finally, the hand brake. Ready?
DOCTOR: Off we go.
(The Tardis dematerialises with a big jolt. They hand on for dear
MARTHA: Blimey, it's a bit bumpy.
DOCTOR: Welcome aboard, Miss Jones.
MARTHA: It's my pleasure, Mister Smith.