They Try to be One...
One Heart...
One Morality.
Their Prophet Says,
"Submit."
Jesus Says...
"Decide."
[Cafe]
(The sign says open, but there are no lights on and no customers. A Jamaican man comes out from the kitchen.)
JOHN: Can I help you?
DOCTOR: A mug of tea, please.
JOHN: Cold night tonight.
DOCTOR: Yes, it is. Bitter, very bitter. Where's Harry?
JOHN: Visiting his missus. She's in hospital.
DOCTOR: Of course…. It'll be twins.
JOHN: Hmm? Your tea. Sugar?
DOCTOR: Ah. A Decision —Would it make any difference?
JOHN: It would make your tea sweet.
DOCTOR: Yes, but •beyond• the confines of my tastebuds — would it make any difference?
JOHN: Not really.
DOCTOR: But —
JOHN: Yeah?
DOCTOR: What if I could •control• people's tastebuds?
What if I decided that no one would take sugar?
THAT’S make a difference to those who sell the sugar and those that cut the cane.
JOHN: My FATHER — He was a cane cutter.
DOCTOR: Exactly. Now, if no one had used sugar, your father wouldn't have been a cane cutter.
JOHN: If this sugar thing had never started, my great-grandfather wouldn't have been kidnapped, chained up, and sold in Kingston in the first place.
I'd be a African.
DOCTOR: See?
Every great decision creates ripples, like a huge BOULDER dropped in a lake.
The ripples merge, rebound off the banks in •unforeseeable• ways.
The heavier the decision, the larger the waves, the more uncertain the consequences.
JOHN: Life's •like• that.
Best thing is just to get on with it.
(The little girl looks in the window at them, and leaves as the Doctor notices her.)
DOCTOR: Did you see that?
JOHN: See what?
DOCTOR: Nothing.
What would you do if you had a decision, a big decision?
JOHN: How big?
DOCTOR: Saving The World.
JOHN: Really?
DOCTOR: Really.
JOHN: I wish you the best of luck.
DOCTOR: Let's hope I make the right decision.
Things could get unpleasant round here.
I'd take a holiday if I were you.
JOHN: Oh, sure. How long?
DOCTOR: Two or three days.
After that, it won't matter one way or the other.
Thanks for the tea.
JOHN: Any time.
(The Doctor puts a coin on the counter and leaves. John picks it up.)
JOHN: 1991?
