CLARICE :
Who Were We Fighting?
THE DWARF :
Cybermen. Technologically upgraded Warriors.
We Couldn't Win.
Sometimes We
Fought to a Draw,
but then
They'd Upgrade Themselves,
Fix Their Weaknesses
and Destroy Us.
It's Hard to Fight An Enemy
that uses Your Armies
as Spare Parts.
CLARICE:
You Beat Them, though.
You Beat Them, or you wouldn't Be Here. How?
THE DWARF :
Look Up There.
That corner of Sky?
What do you see?
CLARICE :
Nothing. It's just Black.
No Stars, No Nothing.
THE DWARF:
It use to be
The Tiberion Spiral Galaxy.
A million star systems,
a hundred million worlds,
a billion trillion people.
It's Not There any more.
No More Tiberion Galaxy.
No More Cybermen.
It was Effective.
CLARICE:
It's Horrible.
THE DWARF:
Yeah -- I feel Like
A Monster sometimes.
CLARICE:
Why?
THE DWARF :
Because instead of mourning
a Billion Trillion Dead People,
I just feel sorry for
The Poor Blighter who had
to Press The Button
and Blow it All Up.
Hawk.
Electricity is Humming.
You Hear it in The Mountains and Rivers.
You See it Dance among
The Seas and Stars
and Glowing around The Moon,
but in these days
The Glow is Dying.
What will be in
The Darkness That Remains?
The Truman Brothers are both True Men.
They are Your Brothers.
And The Others,
The Good Ones
who have been with you…
Now The Circle
is almost complete.
Watch and Listen
to The Dream of
Time and Space.
It all comes out now,
flowing like A River.
That Which Is and Is Not.
Hawk.
Laura is The One.
Then the song:
“No Stars”.
Stay where you are!
Something's happening !
Get out of the way, Fidgit !
Get out of the way !
Fidgit !
Hey !
Hey, Fidgit !
Fidgit !
Quick !
Push it off him !
Push it off. Quick.
He's dead.
What ?
Fidgit's Dead.
Oh, no. I'm sorry.
It wasn't your fault, Wally.
It was, it was his fault.
Get down, Wally !
Get down !
Wally ! Get down, Wally !
Evil !
Come on back !
Evil !
He killed My Friend !
I'll kill Him !
Get off me !
Get down !
I'll Kill Him !
Huh ?
Oh, no !
He's found us !
Quick ! Run for it !
Him :
Oh ! I hate having
to appear like that.
Really, it's the most
tiresome way.
Noisy manifestation.
Still, rather expected
of One, I suppose.
Get down !
Get down !
O Great One !
O Supreme Being !
O Creator of
All The Universe,
without whom We would be naught but scarab beetles on the--
Him :
What a dreadful mess !
Is The Pig with you ?
Right. Well, We'll
sort him out first.
Og !
Og, here !
Quick !
Out of the way !
I was enjoying that.
One thing I can't
stand, it's mess.
I want all this stuff
picked up.
Yes, Sir. Anything you say.
Anything you say, Sir.
Wally, tidy up !
But, but He's Dead, Randall.
Fidgit, Fidgit's Dead.
Him :
Dead ?No excuse for
laying-off Work.
Fidgit.
Fidgit.
Fidgit ?
What Happened ?
I'm sorry I killed you, Fidgit.
He's okay ! He's okay !
Him :
Oh, do hurry up.
Oh, yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
I'd like to explain everything.
We didn't mean
to steal The Map.
We didn't mean
to run away--
Him :
What do you mean,
you didn't mean
to steal the map ?
It, it just sort of---
Him :
Of course you didn't
mean to steal it.
I gave it to you.
You Silly Little Man. And that.
Do you really think
I didn't know ?
Sir ?
I had to have some way of testing My Handiwork.
I think it turned out
rather well.
Don't You?
Hmm ?
Him :
Evil turned out
rather well.
Mm-hmm.
Whose are these ?
Mine, sir.
They're mine, sir.
Him :
You really are an untidy boy.
Sign... here.
Do you mean you knew
what was happening
to us all the time ?
Well, of course.
I am the Supreme Being.
I'm not entirely dim.
Oh, no, sir.
We're not suggesting that, sir.
It's just--
Him :
That I let you
borrow My Map.
Now I want every bit
of Evil placed in here.
Right away.
Of course, sir.
Come on.
You mean you let
all those people die,
just to test Your Creation ?
Him :
Yes. You really are
a clever boy.
Why did they have to die ?
Him :
You might as well say,
"Why do we have
to have Evil ?"
Oh, we wouldn't
dream of asking
A Question like that, sir.
Yes. Why DO We Have
to Have Evil ?
Him :
Ah. I Think it's something
to do with Free Will.
Do be Careful.
You weren't watching.
Don't lose any of that stuff.
That's Concentrated Evil.
One drop of that
could turn you all into hermit crabs.
I'm sorry, sir.
I, I was just wondering how if there's, um,
any chance we might have
our old jobs back, sir.
Him :
Oh, you certainly were appallingly bad robbers.
Yes, sir.
Him :
I really should do
something very extrovert
and vengeful with you.
Honestly, I'm too tired.
But I think I'll just transfer
you to The Undergrowth Department--
yes, bracken, small shrubs--that sort of thing--
with a 19% cut in salary
back-dated to
The Beginning of Time.
Thank you, sir.
Oh, Thank You, sir.
Him :
Well, I am The Nice One.
Right ! Come on, then —
Back to Creation.
I mustn't waste any more time.
Bye, Kevin.
They'll think I've
lost Control again
and put it all down to Evolution.
Come on.
Sir ?
Him :
Yes ?
What about My Friend, sir ?
Can he come with us ?
Him :
No, of course not.
This isn't a School Outing.
But, sir, He Deserves something.
I mean, without him---
Him :
Oh, don't go on about it --
He's got to stay here
to carry on The Fight.
