FIVES

Our Lady :
Poor Tim Shaw.

The Wannabe Leader Who Has to Cheat Because He Knows He's Unworthy.

See, that's why I know you won't detonate.
Although, you could prove me wrong cos we're all capable of the most incredible change.

We can evolve while still staying true to who we are.
We can honour who we've been and choose who we want to be next. 

Now's your chance. 

How about it?

TZIM-SHA:
Who are you?

Our Lady :
Yes. I'm glad you asked that again.
Bit of adrenaline, dash of outrage,
and a hint of panic knitted my brain back together.

I know exactly who I am.
I'm The Doctor.

Sorting out Fair Play throughout The Universe.
Now please, get off This Planet while you still have a choice.

TZIM-SHA:
I Choose to Win.

(Tzim-Sha presses an activation button, and a few moments later drops his faceplate and starts to scream in pain.)

Our Lady :
Sorry. I removed those nasty little things from my friends - 

Swiss Army sonic, now with added Sheffield Steel 

- And I implanted them back in your creature.
Your transference wasn't just data, it was physical.

You got everything transferred to you, including FIVE tiny bombs.

You had a choice.
You did this to yourself.
Go Home.




Our Lady :
They'll be writing operas about our pointless deaths if we don't take drastic action right now.

The Damsel :
We're about to die?

Our Lady :
Oh, sorry, Yaz, I forgot you were there.
All going to be fine.
FIVE systems down, six minutes left on life support.
Are we doing this or what?


Our Lady :
Electromagnetic pulse. Basically fried their systems.
I reckon we've got about FIVE minutes before they reboot and recover.
See? Brains beat bullets. Come on.




Our Lady : 

How long did it take you to build this hotel?

ROBERTSON: 

FIVE years. 

We have FIFTEEN [ 5 +5 + 5 ] of these hotels throughout The World now.

ASTOS:
Two life-pods, portside and starboard.
Maximum FIVE per pod.
We're just within our occupancy limit.


UMBREEN:
Mum's Right.
This is Our Home.
We Stay.

Our Lady :
If you stay, you'll die.

PREM:
Go to the house.
Get anything essential, and get back here.

The Damsel :
I'll help you.

(Manish walks out to meet The FIVE Horsemen.)



The Damsel :
Hmm. Antique lamp.
Section triple nine double FIVE slash seven. [ #57 ]

CHARLIE:
Ten percent? 

They want us to be grateful that ten percent of people get to work?
What about the other ninety percent?
What about our futures?

Because without action, 

next time it will be seven percent, then FIVE, then one. [ #57 ]

BECKA:
Who dares interfere with this trial?
Thirty FIVE [ 5 X 7 ] witches we have tried,
and still Satan surrounds us.
We shall not be stopped!



The Elder :
Hey, Doc. I've done the old Pendle Witches Walking Trail.
Nobody ever mentioned Bilehurst Cragg.
Never heard of it. 

And she's killed thirty FIVE [ 5 X 7 ] people.


Our Lady :
Quite a blast, that.
Haven't had a hangover like this since the Milk Wars of Keston FIVE.

















The Elder :
I've always fancied the idea of Norway.
What bit's this?

Our Lady :
Don't know.
(eats some soil)
But twenty FIVE miles away, 

[FIVE by FIVE] 

there's an alpaca farm,
and gift-shop with a very low TripAdvisor rating. Soil?

The Elder :
I'll give it a miss, ta.


The Damsel :
You had a grandmother?

Our Lady :
I had seven, but Granny FIVE,
[ 57 ]
my favourite, used to tell me about the Solitract.
Cos in The Beginning 

- pre-Time, pre-Everything - 

all The Laws and elements and nuts and bolts of The Universe were there.

Light, Matter, Maths, and so on.

But they couldn't fit together properly, 

because The Solitract was there.

The Damsel :
So what is the Solitract?

Our Lady :
A consciousness, an energy.
Our Reality cannot work with Solitract energy present.

The most basic ideas of The Universe just get ruined.
 

Think of it like a kid with chicken pox
- nuclear chicken pox -
who wants to join in but always ends up infecting everyone else. 

Our Universe cannot work with The Solitract in it.

The Damsel :
Your gran told you this as a bedtime story?


Our Lady :
Only when I had trouble sleeping.

So, what did Our Universe do? 

It managed to exile The Solitract to a separate, unreachable existence.

The Solitract Plane.

And suddenly, 

Everything Makes Sense.

The Universe could finally work because The Solitract had been removed.

The Damsel :
Hang on.
Are you saying we're now on the Solitract plane?

Our Lady :
I wish I wasn't but I think I am.
I'm scared. Are you scared?
I'm genuinely terrified!

The Damsel :
This is a separate exiled universe that is also a consciousness.




Our Lady :
That's what Granny FIVE said.

A Conscious Universe.

She also said that Granny Two was a secret agent for the Zygons, but she seems bang on with this one.

But why?

Why has the Solitract copied Your World, including Grace and Trine, and built a doorway to Our Universe?

The Damsel :
When you put it like that, it sounds like a trap.





Not-Grace:
No!

The Elder :
What you mean, no?

(Rumble.)

Our Lady :
This World is falling apart because of us still being Here.
You and us are still totally incompatible.
Erik being here may have been manageable, but FIVE of us?

That's a lot more incompatible stuff!
You've gone over capacity.
You need to let us go now.






The Damsel :
More of those mineral samples.

PALTRAKI:
FIVE in total. I remember.





The Damsel :
The objects, why are they shaking?

PALTRAKI:
I remember.

Our Lady :
Yaz, what's happening? Oh. Why are they doing that?

PALTRAKI:
I remember what they did. 

FIVE objects. FIVE planets. 

 One weapon. They stole FIVE planets.

Our Lady :
That's not possible.