Hell Bent
Waitress: You been traveling? The Doctor: Yeah. From time to time. {he starts playing} Waitress: Is it a sad song? The Doctor: Nothing's sad until it's over. Then everything is. Waitress: What's it called? The Doctor: I think that it's called "Clara". Waitress: Tell me about her. The President: So where is he? Where has the Doctor gone? Ohila: Back to the beginning, I should think. The General: The Sisterhood of Karn has no business in this chamber. Or on this planet. Ohila: I heard the Doctor had come home. One so loves fireworks. The President: What's his plan? Ohila: I think he's finishing his soup. The General: Suggestion sir. We could talk to him. The President: Words are his weapons. The General: When did they stop being ours? The President: Who the hell does he think he is? The General: The man who won the Time War, sir. The President: What is he doing?! What does he want? Revenge? Ohila: The Doctor does not blame Gallifrey for the horrors of the Time War. The President: I should hope not. Ohila: He just blames you. Waitress: Is this a story or did this really happen? The Doctor: Every story ever told really happened. Stories are where memories go when they're forgotten. The President: Not one more of you moves. That is an order. A direct order of your president! {to the Doctor} You leave me no choice! How may regenerations did we grant you? I've got all night. {more ships arrive} Excellent, General. You sent for reinforcements. The Doctor: No he didn't. I did. The President: I am Rassilon. The Redeemer. Rassilon the Resurrected! Gallifrey is mine! The General: Lord President. With respect. Get off his planet. Ohila: This is no time to play the fool. The Doctor: It's the end of the universe. It's the only time I've got. Clara: I thought you said Gallifrey was frozen in another dimension? The Doctor: Well they must have unfrozen it and come back. Clara: How? The Doctor: I didn't ask. It would make them feel clever. Clara: Why would a computer need to protect itself from the people who made it? The Doctor: All computers do that in the end. You wait 'til the internet starts. Oh, that was a war. Clara: You're monsters. Here you are, hiding away at the end of time. Do you even know why? Because you are hated. You. Are. Hated. By everybody. But by nobody more than me. Ohila: What did you say to him? Clara: Oh, nothing I'm going to tell you. Or anybody else. Except maybe this one part. I said: “Don't worry, Doctor. They'll all be looking at me.” Clara: What if one last heartbeat is all I've got? What if time isn't healing? What if the universe needs me to die? The Doctor: The universe is over! It doesn't have a say anymore! We're standing on the last ember. The last fragment of everything that ever was. As of this moment, I'm answerable to no one! The Doctor: Four knocks. It's always four knocks. And the rest: Doctor Who : Hell Bent















