Doctor Who

Pandorica's opening. What is it? Box, cage, prison? It was built

to contain the most feared thing in the universe. Anything that powerful, I'd know about it.

Everything that ever hated you is coming here.

They're all here, all of them. All for you. What could you possibly be?

If something can be remembered, it can come back. Hello, Amy.

But you died. How can you be here? What's your name?

Rory. How can she not remember me? Because you never existed.

Who are those Romans? They're not real. They can't be.

They're all in a book in Amy's house.

It's a trap. It has to be. Plastic Romans. Duplicates!

Listen to me, you have to run. I'm a thing. I'll kill you. Just go!

There's something wrong with the TARDIS. Something is controlling it.

26 June 2010.

A scenario was devised from the memories of your companion.

Rory Williams from Leadworth.

My boyfriend. How could I ever forget you?

The cracks in time are the work of The Doctor.

The Pandorica is ready. Ready for what?

Ready for you.

Every sun will supernova at every moment in history.

The whole universe will never have existed! Listen to me!

WIND WHISTLING

Dear Santa. Thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish.

It's Easter now, so I hope I don't wake you,

but, honest, it is an emergency.

There's a crack in my wall.

Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know it's not, cos at night, there's voices.

So, please, please, could you send someone to fix it.

Or a policeman. Or...

RUSHING OF WIND

Back in a moment.

It's a lovely painting, Amelia.

And what are all these?

Stars.

Oh, Amelia!

Tell you what,

shall we go outside?

What do you see, Amelia?

The moon.

And what else?

Just the dark.

But no stars.

If there were stars up there, we'd be able to see them, wouldn't we?

Amelia, look at me.

You know this is all just a story, don't you?

You know there's no such thing as stars.

MUFFLED CONVERSATION FROM DOWNSTAIRS

It's quite common, actually. Throughout history, people have talked about stars in the sky.

God knows where it comes from.

I just don't want her growing up and joining one of those Star Cults.

I don't trust that Richard Dawkins.

Come on, Aunt Sharon.

Look at that! That's good, isn't it? Not that! This way.

But we're not looking at anything. This way!

Amelia!

Amelia!

Amelia?

Amelia?

Amelia!

'Amelia Pond, please go to the reception, please. Your aunt is waiting for you there.

'Amelia Pond, please go to...'

Sorry.

OK, kid.

This is where it gets complicated.

So the universe ended.

You missed that.

In 102 AD.

I suppose this means you and I never get born at all.

Twice, in my case.

You would have laughed at that.

Please laugh!

The Doctor said the universe was huge and ridiculous, and sometimes there were miracles.

I could do with a ridiculous miracle about now.

Rory! Listen, she's not dead.

Well, she is dead, but it's not the end of the world.

Well, it is the end of the world. Actually, it's the end of the universe. Oh, no. Hang on!

Doctor? Doctor!

You need to get me out of the Pandorica. You're not in the Pandorica.

Yes, I am. Well, I'm not now, but I was back then.

Well, back now from your point of view, which is back then from my point of view.

Time travel, you can't keep it straight in your head.

It's easy to open from the outside - just point and press.

Now go.

Oh, when you're done, leave my screwdriver in her top pocket. Good luck!

What do you mean?

Done what?

How did you do that?

You gave me this.

No, I didn't.

You did. Look at it.

Temporal energy. Same screwdriver, at different points in its own time stream.

Which means it was me who gave it to you. Me from the future.

I've got a future, that's nice.

That's not.

Yeah. What are they?

History has collapsed. Whole races have been deleted from existence.

These are just like after-images.

Echoes, fossils in time.

The footprints of the never-were. Er, what does that mean?

Total event collapse. The universe literally never happened. So, how can we be here?

What's keeping us safe? Nothing. Eye of the storm, that's all. We're just the last light to go out.

Amy. Where's Amy?

I killed her.

Oh, Rory!

Doctor, what am I?

You're a Nestene duplicate. A lump of plastic with delusions of humanity.

But I'm Rory now.

Whatever was happening, it's stopped.

I'm Rory! That's software talking.

Can you help her? Is there anything you can do?

Yeah, probably, if I had the time.

The time?!

All of creation has just been wiped from the sky. Do you know how many lives now never happened?

All the people who never lived?

Your girlfriend isn't more important than the whole universe.

She is to me!

Welcome back, Rory Williams!

Sorry, had to be sure. Hell of a gun-arm you're packing there. Right, we need to get her downstairs.

And take that look off your plastic face. You're getting married in the morning!

So you've got a plan, then? Bit of a plan, yeah.

Memories are more powerful than you think, and Amy Pond is not an ordinary girl.

Grew up with a time crack in her wall. The universe pouring through her dreams every night.

The Nestenes took a memory print of her and got more than they bargained for.

Like you. Not just your face, but your heart and your soul.

I'm leaving her a message for when she wakes up, so she knows what's happening.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing? Saving her.

This is the ultimate prison. You can't even escape by dying. It forces you to stay alive.

But she's already dead. Mostly dead. The Pandorica can stasis-lock her that way.

All it needs is a scan of her living DNA and it'll restore her.

Where's it going to get that? In about 2,000 years.

Are you all right?

Who are you?

I'm... fine. I'm supposed to... rest.

Got to rest, the Doctor says. What doctor?

He's in here. Left a message in my head like I'm an answerphone. Where am I?

Hang on.

National Museum, right? I was here once when I was a little...

Yeah, complicated.

Let's see, it's what...

1996?

Who are you?

It's a long story.

Oh!

A very long story.

She's going to be in that box for 2,000 years?!

Yeah, but we're taking a shortcut. River's vortex manipulator.

Rubbish way to time travel, but the universe is tiny now. We'll be fine.

So the future's still there, then? Our world? A version of it. Not quite the one you know.

Earth alone in the sky.

Let's go and have a look.

You put your hand there.

Don't worry, should be safe.

That's not what I'm worried about.

She'll be fine. Nothing can get into this box.

You got in there. Well, there's only one of me. I counted.

This box needs a guard. I killed the last one.

No. Rory, no. Don't even think about it.

She'll be all alone. She won't feel it. You bet she won't!

2,000 years, Rory. You won't even sleep, you'd be conscious every second.

It would drive you mad.

Will she be safer if I stay?

Look me in the eye and tell me she wouldn't be safer.

Rory... Answer me!

Yes. Obviously.

Then how could I leave her?

Why do you have to be so...

human?

Because right now, I'm not.

Listen to me.

This is the last bit of advice you're going to get in a very long time.

You're living plastic, but not immortal. I have no idea how long you'll last.

And you're not indestructible. Stay away from heat and radio signals.

You can't heal, or repair yourself. So, for God's sake, however bored you get, stay out of...

'According to legend, wherever the Pandorica was taken, throughout its long history,

'the Centurion would be there, guarding it.

'He appears as an iconic image in the artwork of many cultures,

'and there are several documented accounts of his appearances

'and his warnings to the many who attempted to open the box before its time.

'His last recorded appearance was during the London blitz in 1941.

'The warehouse where the Pandorica was stored was destroyed by

'incendiary bombs, but the box was found the next morning, a safe distance from the blaze.

'There are eyewitness accounts from the night of the fire

'of a figure in Roman dress, carrying the box

'from the flames. Since then, there have been no sightings of the Lone Centurion,

'and many have speculated that if he ever existed, he perished in the fires of that night,

'performing one last act of devotion to the box he had pledged to protect for nearly 2,000 years.'

Rory. Oh, Rory.

Exterminate! What's that?

Exterminate!

..Trouble.

Oh! Two of you? Complicated.

Exterminate!

Weapons systems restoring.

Come along, Ponds. Exterminate! What are we doing?

Running into a dead end, where I'll have a brilliant plan, that basically involves not being in one.

What's going on? Get out of here. Go! Just run!

Drop the device! It's not a weapon. Scan it. It's not a weapon, and you don't have the power to waste!

Scans indicate intruder unarmed.

Do you think?

Vision impaired! Vision...