SEEMS

 

 

 

That is in fact, after all, 

the very essential nature 

of The Material Universe -- 

it’s always constantly coming-apart 

at The Seems.

 

 

 Bill's Ghost :

Is he here? Is The Doctor here?

(Her Doctor comes out of The TARDIS.)

Bill's Ghost : 

Doctor! (they hug) I knew it! I did, I knew it. 

I knew you couldn't be Dead, 

you don't have the concentration. 

Doctor? What are you doing?

(He scans her with the sonic screwdriver.)

Dr. Disco :

Just keep still, please. 

Bill Potts.

Bill's Ghost :

Yeah.

Dr. Disco : 

My Friend Bill Potts was 

turned into a Cyberman. 

She gave Her Life so that people 

she barely knew could Live.

So, let's be clear -- Nobody 

imitates Bill Potts. 

Nobody mocks Bill Potts.

Bill's Ghost :

Bill Potts is standing 

right in front of you.

Dr. Disco :

How is that even possible?

Bill's Ghost :

Well, long story, short -- I totally pulled.

Old Grandfather : 

You, you did what?

Bill's Ghost : 

Heather. Do you remember, 

the girl in the puddle? 

Well, she showed up. 

She came for me.

Dr. Disco :

How romantic. Where is she?

Bill's Ghost :

Well, she's. She's.

Dr. Disco :

 And how did you get here?

Bill's Ghost :

I don't... I, I can't

Dr. Disco :

You can't remember. 

No, I bet you can't. 

(He scans her again.)

Old Grandfather :

That device. What is it?

Dr. Disco :

It's a sonic screwdriver.

Old Grandfather :

A, a what screwdriver?

Dr. Disco :

It's really a very good job.

Old Grandfather :

An audio screwdriver?

Dr. Disco :

There are only three low-key markers 

indicating that she's a duplicate.

Bill's Ghost :

I'm not a duplicate!

Dr. Disco :

So, who has been stealing 

The Faces of The Dead?

(The Doctors walk up the stairs to some very advanced technology.)

Old Grandfather :

Time travel technology, eh? Obviously.

Dr. Disco :

From the far future.

Old Grandfather :

I know. Sunglasses?

Dr. Disco :

They're sonic.

Old Grandfather :

Indoors?

(Flash. The Glass Woman appears.)

Dr. Disco :

So, What are You?

GLASS WOMAN: 

We are What Awaits at The End of Every Life. 

As every living soul dies, so We will appear. 

We take from You What We Need 

and return You to The Moment 

of Your Death. We are Testimony.

(All the archways light up. Very Tomb of the Cybermen.)

Dr. Disco :

You come from the distant future. 

You travel back in Time, find people 

at the exact point of death, and what, 

you harvest something from them?

GLASS WOMAN: 

Yes

Dr. Disco :

On behalf of The Dying, 

What is it that We have that 

The Future needs so badly?

Old Grandfather : 

And what has any of this to do with

 a War World One Captain landing 

at The South Pole in the wrong decade?

GLASS WOMAN: 

We were returning him to the appointed 

Time and Place of His Death. 

An error in the timeline ejected him 

into the wrong time zone. 

Now His Death must proceed 

as History demands.

Old Grandfather : 

If I may.

(He peers at her through his monocle.)

Old Grandfather :

Who were You?

Dr. Disco : 

She wasn't anyone.

(Sonic screwdriver.)

Dr. Disco : 

She's a computer-generated interface, 

connected to a multiform, 

inter-phasing data-bank.

Old Grandfather : 

Oh, for Heaven's Sake, 

will you put that ridiculous 

buzzing toy away and 

look at The Woman! You see? 

Her Face, it's very slightly asymmetrical. 

If it were computer-generated, 

it wouldn't produce that effect.

Dr. Disco : 

Yes. You're absolutely right. 

I should have noticed that.

Old Grandfather : 

Well, it might help if you 

could see properly.

(He removes the sonic glasses and drops them on the floor.)