Decide to Submit

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?