New York,
the city of a million stories.
Half of them are true. The other half?
Just haven't happened yet.
Statues,
the man said.
Living statues that moved in the dark.
So, will you take the case, Mr. Garner?
Sure. Why not?
Because you don't believe me.
For $25 a day, plus expenses,
I'll believe any damn thing you like.
But you don't believe that statues can move.
And you're right, Mr. Garner,
they can't.
Of course they can't.
When you're looking.
Goodnight, Mr. Grayle.
The address Grayle gave me was an apartment block
near Battery Park.
He said it where the statues lived.
I asked him why he didn't go look himself.
He didn't answer.
Grayle was
the scariest guy I knew.
If something scared him,
I kind of wanted to shake its hand.
Hello?
Hello?!
What the...?
Hello?
Anyone home?
Hello.
Who are you?!
They're coming for you.
They're going to send you back.
Who's coming? Back where?
In time.
Back in time.
I'm you.
I'm...you.
woh oh, I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm an englishman
in New York
New York growled at my window,
but I was ready for it.
My stocking seams
were straight,
my lipstick was combat-ready,
and I was packing cleavage
that could fell an ox at 20 feet.
Doctor, you're doing it again.
I'm reading!
Out loud. Please, could you not?
There's something different about you,
isn't there? What's the book?
"Melody Malone."
She's a private detective
in old-town New York.
She's got ice in her heart and a kiss on her lips
and a vulnerable side she keeps well-hidden.
Oh, you've read it.
No, you read it. Aloud.
And then went "Yowzah."
You know, only you could fancy someone in a book.
I'm just reading. I just like the cover.
Ooh! Can we see the cover?
No. No. I'm busy.
It's your hair.
Is it your hair?
Oh, shut up. It's the glasses.
I'm wearing reading glasses now.
On my nose. See? There you go.
I don't like them.
They make your eyes look all liney.
No, actually.
Sorry. They're fine.
Carry on.
O-kay. I'm going to go and get us some more coffee.
Who wants more coffee? Me too! I'll go!
Rory.
Do I have noticeable lines on my eyes now?
Yes.
No.
You didn't look.
I noticed them earlier. Didn't notice them.
I specifically remember not noticing them.
You walk among fire pits, centurion.
Do I have to come over there?
You can, if you like.
Well, we have company.
I'll get a babysitter.
Oh!
Do you know, it is so
humiliating when you do that.
Coffee?
Coffee.
Can I have a go?
Oh!
Actually, that is much better.
That is exciting.
Read to me.
I thought you didn't like my reading aloud.
Shut up and read me a story.
Just don't go "Yowzah!"
Ah!
Why did you do that?
Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book.
Then it doesn't have to end.
I hate endings.
As I crossed the street,
I saw the thin guy, but he didn't see me.
I guess that's how it began.
I followed the skinny guy for two more blocks
before he turned
and I could ask exactly what he was doing here.
He looked a little scared, so I gave him
my best smile and my bluest eyes.
And beware of the "yowzah."
Do not, at this point, yowz.
Doctor? What did the skinny guy say?
He said,
"I just went to get coffees
"for the Doctor and Amy.
Hello, River."
Hello, Dad.
Where am I?
How the hell did I get here?
I haven't the faintest idea.
But you'll probably want to put your hands up.
Melody Malone?
You're Melody?!
Get in.
What's River doing in a book?
What's Rory doing in a book?
He went to get coffee. Pay attention.
He went to get coffee and turned up in a book.
How does that work?
I don't know! We're in New York!
What is going on?
Where did you get this book? It was in my jacket.
How did it get there?
How does anything get there? I've given up asking.
Date. Date. Does she mention a date?
When is this happening?
Yes, hang on. Uh --
ooh! April 3, 1938.
You didn't come here in the TARDIS, obviously.
Why?
You couldn't have.
Couldn't have?
What does she mean, "couldn't have"?
This city's full of time distortions.
Be impossible to land the TARDIS here.
Like trying to land a plane in a blizzard.
Even I couldn't do it.
Even who couldn't do it?!
Don't you two fall out.
She's only in a book.
Ha ha. 1938. Easy one.
Aah! Aah!
Ah!
What was that?
1938.
We just bounced off it.
Well, how did you get here?
Vortex Manipulator. Less bulky than a TARDIS.
A motorbike through traffic.
You?
I'm...
not sure.
The weeping Angels.
It makes sense.
It makes what?
That's what happened to Rory. That's what the Angels do.
It's their preferred form of attack.
They zap you back in time,
let you live to death.
Well, we've got a time machine.
We can just go and get him.
Well, tried that, if you've noticed,
and we are back where we started, in 2012!
We didn't start in a graveyard.
What are we doing here?
Don't know. Probably causally linked, somehow.
Doesn't matter.
Extractor fans on!
Well, we're going to get there, somehow.
We're in the rest of the book.
In what?
Page 43. You're going to break something.
I'm what?
"Why do you have to break mine?"
I asked the Doctor. He frowned and said,
"because Amy read it in a book
and, now, I have no choice."
Stop! No! No! Stop! You can't read ahead.
You mustn't and -- and you can't do that.
But we've already been reading it.
Just the stuff that's happening now,
in parallel with us. That's as far as we go.
It could help us find Rory.
And if you read ahead and find that Rory dies?
This isn't any old future, Amy, it's ours.
Once we know what's coming, it's fixed.
I'm going to break something
because you told me that I'm going to do it.
No choice now.
Time can be rewritten.
Not once you've read it.
Once we know it's coming,
it's written in stone.
Ah, early Chin Dynasty, I'd say.
Correct.
Are you an archaeologist as well as a detective?
Okay, landing a plane
in a timey wimey blizzard.
I could push through, but, if I'm out
by a nanosecond, the engines will phase
and I'll shatter the planet.
I need landing lights. Landing lights?
Yes, I need a signal to lock on to.
What did she say, early what dynasty?
Early Chin, just as you say.
You're very well-informed.
And you're very afraid.
That's an awful lot of locks for one door.
River, I'm translating.
It's a gift of the TARDIS. It hangs around.
This one.
Put him somewhere uncomfortable.
With the babies, sir?
Yes. Why not? Give him to the babies.
Ah ah ah ah ah!
Oh!
The lights are out.
You'll last longer with these.
What do you care?
It's funnier.
Hello?
Ah, hello. Yes.
Special permission from the emperor.
Hello, sweetie.
Let's see --
crime boss with a collecting fetish.
Whatever you don't want anyone else to see
has got to be your favorite.
Or, possibly, your girlfriend.
So, girlfriend, then.
What are you doing?
Oh, you know,
texting a boy.
Landing lights.
We have a signal.
Locking on.
Ah! Ah!
These things are all over,
but people don't seem to notice.
It never moves while you're looking.
Oh, I know how they work.
So I understand.
Melody Malone,
the detective who investigates Angels.
Badly damaged.
I wanted to know
if it could feel pain.
You realize it's screaming?
The others can hear.
Is that why you need all the locks?
You're going to tell me all about these creatures.
And you're going to do it quickly.
Ohh!
Hello, is someone there?
Come on!
The Angels are predators.
They're deadly. What do you want with them?
I'm a collector.
What collector could resist these?
I'm only human.
That's exactly what they're thinking.
What's that? What's happening?
Is it an earthquake?
Anh! Ah!
What is it?!
Oh, you bad boy.
You could burn New York.
What does that mean?!
It means, Mr. Grayle,
just you wait 'til my husband gets home.
Aaaaah!
Come on.
Just a moment. Final checks.
Since when?
Rory?
Rory!
Rory?!
Sorry I'm late, honey.
Traffic was hell.
Shock.
He'll be fine.
Not if I can get loose.
So where are we now, Dr. Song?
How's prison?
Oh, I was pardoned ages ago.
And it's "Professor" song, to you.
Pardoned?
Mmm! Turns out the person I killed
never existed, in the first place.
Apparently, there's no record of him.
It's almost as if someone's
gone around, deleting himself
from every database in the universe.
Mmm, you said I'd got too big.
And, now, no one's ever heard of you.
Didn't you used to be somebody?
Weren't you the woman who killed the Doctor?
Doctor who?
Ha.
She's holding you very tight.
At least she didn't send me back in time.
I doubt she's strong enough.
Well, I need a handbag.
So which is it going to be,
are you going to break my wrist or hers?
Oh, no.
Really?
Why do you have to break mine?
Because Amy read it in a book
and, now, I have no choice.
You see?
Well, what book?
Your book.
Which you haven't written yet, so we can't read!
I see. I don't like the cover much.
But if River's going to write that book,
she'd make it useful, yeah?
Well, I'll certainly try.
But we can't read ahead. It's too dangerous.
I know, but there must be something we can look at.
What, a page of handy hints,
previews, spoilerfree?
Chapter titles.
Hmm?
He's in the cellar.
Gimme.
Doctor?
Doctor, what is it?
What's wrong? Tell me.
Doctor.
Doctor, what is it? Tell me.
Okay, I know that face.
Calm down!
No!
Talk to me! Doctor!
No! You get your wrist out.
You get your wrist out without breaking it.
How?
I don't know. Just do it!
Change the future!
Rory?
No! Aah!
They're Angels!
Baby Angels.
Did they get Rory?
Where is he? Did they take him?
Yes, I think so, yes.
So is this what's going to happen?
We just keep chasing him back in time
and they keep pulling him further back.
He isn't back in time. I'm reading a displacement,
but there are no temporal markers.
He's been moved in space, not in time,
and it's not that far from here,
by the look of it.
You got out.
So where is he?
Well, come on, come on, come on, where is he?!
If it was that easy, I'd get you to do it.
How did you get your wrist out
without breaking it?
You asked. I did. Problem?
You just changed the future!
It's called "marriage," honey.
Now, hush. I'm working.
She's good, huh? Oh!
Have you noticed? Really, really good.
Ah, wherever it is, it's within a few blocks.
There's a car out front. Shall we steal it?
Show me!
Okay, when all those numbers
on both units go to zero,
that's when we've got a lock, okay?
That's how we find Rory.
Got it.
Why did you lie to me?
When one's in love with an ageless God
who insists on the face
of a 12-year-old,
one does one's best to hide the damage.
It must hurt.
Come here.
Yes.
The wrist is pretty bad, too.
No. No.
No, stop that. Stop that!
Stop it!
There you are.
How's that?
Well,
let's see, shall we?
Ah!
That was a stupid waste
of regeneration energy.
Nothing is gained by you being
a sentimental idiot!
River!
No! You embarrass me!
River!
Tell you what --
stick to the science part.
Okay, why did you lie?
Never let him see the damage.
Hey. Hey.
And never, ever,
let him see you age.
He doesn't like endings.
There you are.
Got it!
He's in a place called Winter Quay.
The car, yes? Let's go.
Ah.
Oh.
Why would they send him here?
Why not zap him back in time,
like they normally do?
We'll know that when we know what this place is.
Winter Quay.
Rory.
He's close.
Rory!
Amy.
Doctor.
Look at this.
Why is it smiling?
Amy. Rory!
Get out of here. Don't look at anything.
Don't touch anything.
Who's that?
Amy!
Amy, please.
Amy.
Please.
Rory.
He's you.
Amy.
Someone, please,
tell me what is going on.
I'm sorry, Rory,
but you just died.
This place is policed by Angels.
Every time you try to escape,
you get zapped back in time.
So this place belongs to the Angels?
They built it?
Displacing someone back in time
creates time energy and that
is what the Angels feed on.
But, normally, it's a one-off,
a hit-and-run.
If they could keep hold of their victims,
feed off their time energy
over and over again...
This place is a farm,
a battery farm.
How many Angels in New York?
It's like they've taken over every statue in the city.
Yeah, the Angels take Manhattan because they can.
Because they've never had a food source
like this one, the city that never sleeps.
What was that?
I don't know.
But I think they're coming for you.
What does that mean?
What is going to happen to me?
What is physically going to happen?
The Angels will come for you.
They'll zap you back in time,
to this very spot, 30 40 years ago,
and you will live out the rest of your life
in that room,
until you die in that bed.
And will Amy be there?
No.
How do you know?
Because he was so pleased to see you again.
Okay. Well, they haven't taken me yet.
What if I just run?
What if I just get the hell out of here?
Then that never happens.
It's already happened, Rory.
You've just witnessed your own future.
Doctor, he's right. No, he isn't.
If Rory got out, it would create a paradox,
What is that?
This is the Angels' food source.
The paradox poisons the well.
It could kill them all.
This whole place would literally unhappen.
It would be almost impossible.
Loving the "almost".
But to create a paradox like that
takes almost unimaginable power.
What have we got? Eh? Tell me.
Come on, what?
I won't let them take him.
That's what we got.
Whatever that thing is,
it's getting closer.
Rory,
even if you got out, you'd have to
keep running for the rest of your life.
They would be chasing you forever.
Well, then, better get started.
Husband, run!
River, I'm not sure this can work.
Husband, shut up.
Ah!
Up!
What good's up?
Better than down.
I can't keep doing this.
Any ideas? Yeah, the usual.
Run.
Uh, okay, fire escape.
I always wanted to visit
the Statue of Liberty.
I guess she got impatient.
What? What is it? What?
Just keep your eyes on that!
Is there a way down?
Uh...no.
But there's a way out.
What are you doing?
Oh.
Rory, what are you doing?
Rory.
Stop it! You'll die.
Yeah, twice.
In the same building on the same night.
Who else could do that?
Just come down, please.
This is the right thing to do.
This will work. If I die now,
it's a paradox, right?
The paradox will kill the Angels.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Go on, please, because I am really scared.
Great.
The one time you can't manage it.
Oh, God.
Amy.
I'm going to need a little help here.
Just stop it!
No, just think it through.
This will work. This will kill the Angels.
It will kill you, too. Will it?! River said that this place
would be erased from time, never exist.
If this place never existed, what did I fall off?
You think you'll just come back to life?
When don't I? Rory!
And, anyway, what else is there?
Dying of old age downstairs, never seeing you again.
Amy, please.
If you love me,
then trust me and push.
I can't.
You have to!
Could you?
If it was me, could you do it?
To save you,
I could do anything.
Prove it.
No, I can't take you, too.
You said we'd come back to life.
"Money where your mouth is" time.
Amy!
Shut. Up.
Together.
Or not at all.
What the hell are you doing?!
Changing the future.
It's called "marriage."
Amy!
Doctor!
What's happening?!
The paradox,
it's working.
The paradox is working!
Whoa! Whoa.
Where are we?
Back where we started!
You collapsed the timeline. The paradox worked.
We all pinged back where we belong.
What, in a graveyard?
This happened last time. Why always here?
Does it matter? We got lucky!
We could've blown New York off the planet.
I can't ever take the TARDIS back there.
The timelines are too scrambled.
Oh, I could've lost you both.
Oh.
Don't ever do that again.
What did we do?
We fixed it. We solved the problem.
I was talking to myself.
It could do with a repaint.
I've been busy.
Does the bulb on top need changing?
Just changed it.
So,
Rory and Amy, then.
Yes, I know. I know.
I'm just saying, they're going to get
terribly bored, hanging round here all day.
Doctor.
Ha!
Next time, can we just go to the pub?
I want to go to the pub right now.
Are there videogames there? I love videogames.
Right, family outing, then.
Amy! Come see this.
What?
There's a gravestone here
for someone with the same name as me.
What?
Doctor!
Ah!
Where the hell did that come from?
It's a survivor. Very weak.
But keep your eyes on it.
Where's Rory?
I'm sorry.
Amelia.
I'm so, so sorry.
No.
No, we can just go and get him in the TARDIS.
One more paradox.
Would rip New York apart and I --
No, that's not true. I don't believe you.
Mother, it's true.
Amy? What are you doing?
That gravestone, Rory's,
there's room for one more name, isn't there?
What are you talking about?
Back away from the Angel. Come back to the TARDIS!
We'll figure something out!
The Angel, would it send me back to the same time, to him?
I don't know. Nobody knows.
But it's my best shot, yeah?
No!
Doctor, shut up! Yes, yes, it is!
Amy --
Well, then, I just have to blink, right?
No!
It'll be fine. I know it will.
I'll -- I'll be with him, like I should be.
Me and Rory, together.
Melody.
Stop it! Just -- just stop it!
You look after him.
And you be a good girl
and you look after him.
You are creating a fixed time.
I will never be able to see you again.
I'll be fine. I'll be with him.
Amy, please.
Just --
Come back into the TARDIS.
Come on, Pond, please.
Raggedy man,
goodbye.
No!
River.
They were your parents.
Sorry.
I didn't even think.
It doesn't matter.
Of course it matters.
What matters is this:
Doctor,
don't travel alone.
Travel with me, then.
Whenever and wherever you want.
But not all the time.
One pyschopath per TARDIS, don't you think?
Okay,
this book I've got to write,
Melody Malone.
I presume I send it to Amy to get it published?
Yes. Yes.
I'll tell her to write an afterword.
For you.
Maybe you'll listen to her.
The last page.
Afterword, by Amelia Williams.
Hello, old friend.
And here we are, you and me,
on the last page.
By the time you read these words,
Rory and I will be long gone.
So know that we lived well and were very happy.
And, above all else,
know that we will love you always.
Sometimes I do worry about you, though.
I think, once we're gone,
you won't be coming back here for a while
and you might be alone,
which you should never be.
Don't be alone, Doctor.
And do one more thing for me.
There's a little girl waiting in a garden.
She's going to wait a long while,
so she's going to need a lot of hope.
Go to her. Tell her a story.
Tell her that, if she's patient,
the days are coming that she'll never forget.
Tell her she'll go to sea and fight pirates.
She'll fall in love with a man
who'll wait 2,000 years to keep her safe,
tell her she'll give hope
to the greatest painter who ever lived
and save a whale in outer space.
Tell her
this is the story of Amelia Pond --
And this is how it ends.