Burning Man

Burning Man : 

I had estates. Do you remember 

My Father's land back Home? 

Pastures of red grass, stretching far 

across the slopes of Mount Perdition. 

We used to run across those fields all day, 

calling up at the sky. Look at us now.

Perfect-10 : 

All that eloquence. But how 

many people have you killed?

Burning Man : 

I am so hungry.

Perfect-10 : 

Your resurrection went 

wrong. That energy. 

Your body's ripped open. 

Now you're killing yourself.

Burning Man : 

That human Christmas out there. They eat so much. 

All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine. 

Hot, fat, blood, food. Pots, plates of meat, and flesh, 

and grease, and juice, and baking, burnt, 

sticky hot skin. Hot. It's so hot.

Perfect-10 : 

Stop it.

Burning Man : 

Sliced. Sliced. Sliced.

Perfect-10 : 

Stop it.

Burning Man : 

It's mine. It's mine. It's mine 

to eat and eat and eat.

Perfect-10 : 

Stop it. What if I ask you for help? 

There's more at work tonight than you and me.

Burning Man : 

Oh yeah?

Perfect-10 : 

I've been told something is returning.

Burning Man : 

And here I am.

Perfect-10 : 

No, something more.

Burning Man : 

But it hurts.

Perfect-10 : 

I was told the end of time.

Burning Man : 

It hurts. Doctor, the noise. The noise in my head, 

Doctor. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. 

Stronger than ever before. Can't you hear it?

Perfect-10 : 

I'm sorry.

Burning Man : 

Listen, listen, listen, listen. 

Every minute, every second, 

every beat of my hearts, there it is, 

calling to me. Please listen.

(We can hear the four beats of the start 

of the Doctor Who theme being played out 

by an iron bar on an oil drum somewhere.)

Perfect-10 : 

I can't hear it.

Burning Man : 

Listen.

(The Master mind-melds with the Doctor. 

The Doctor hears the beats and pulls away.)

Burning Man : 

What?

Perfect-10 : 

….But —

Burning Man : 

What!

Perfect-10 : 

I heard it. But there's no noise. 

There never has been. It's just your insanity. 

What is it? What's inside your head?

Burning Man : 

It's real. It's real. It's real!

(The Master flies off and 

The Doctor runs after him.)

[Derelict site]

Burning Man : 

All these years, you thought I was mad. 

King of The Wasteland. 

But something is calling me, Doctor. 

What is it? What is it? What is it?