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.)
