[On the Master, as the drums beat and beat and beat... And then... They stop. And the Master finally closes his eyes.]
[The Doctor holds him, rocks him, weeping.]
THE MASTER: Come on, come on. What have you got left anyway? You don't even know your own life. Look how low I have brought you. I have won Doctor. You may have made me, but I have destroyed you. Become death. Become me.
THE MASTER: You never would, you coward. Go on then. Do it.
[The Doctor's finger tightens on the trigger. His face. With such conviction... The Master's facade weakens.]
THE MASTER: Don't.
[The Doctor agonised...]
Koschei conceded the point with a gracious nod. 'It seems my hypocrisy knows no bounds.'
Victoria stifled a giggle. 'You're very like him in some ways.'
Koschei stroked his beard thoughtfully. 'In many ways, Miss Waterfield.'
THE DOCTOR: Weapon after weapon after weapon, but over all these years and all these disasters, I've always had the greatest secret of them all: I know you.
THE MASTER: Come on, come on. What have you got left anyway? You don't even know your own life. Look how low I have brought you. I have won Doctor. You may have made me, but I have destroyed you. Become death. Become me.
THE DOCTOR: You've got to, come on. It can't end like this. You and me, all the things we've done. Axons, remember the Axons? And the Daleks, and... We're the only two left. There's no one else.
THE DOCTOR: Sheβs different.
BILL: Different how?
THE DOCTOR: I donβt know.
BILL: Bollocks, yes you do.
[The Doctor - a beat, considers. Then, total sincerity -]
THE DOCTOR: Sheβs the only person Iβve ever met whoβs even remotely like me.
John laughs, bitterly. 'You shouldn't have to help me survive an attack of night terrors!' The Doctor says he doesn't mind. He remembers how many years ago he used to help him. John is excited, 'so we did know each other? We were friends?' The Doctor tells him that they were once
THE DOCTOR: You're a genius. You're stone cold brilliant, you are. I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honour.
THE DOCTOR: Deadlier than me?
THE MASTER: Oh, my dear Doctor, your arrogance is never ending. You flatter yourself that you are in some way my nemesis, Moriarty to my Holmes, but in reality you provide merely adequate opposition, worthy of very little attention.
THE DOCTOR: When does it stop for you? The games. The betrayals. The killing.
[And O looks at her. So sad.]
O: Why would it stop? How else would I get your attention.
They covered his body in branches from the trees. Then, together, as one, they set the funeral pyre alight. A fire burning. And together, holding hands, they watched as his body burnt.
MISSY: Stop it. Now come on... Come on
DOCTOR: You stop
MISSY: Come on
DOCTOR: You stop
MISSY: You stop
DOCTOR: Shh.
MISSY: No you stop
DOCTOR: Enough.
COLIN: He got away with it, though. The Master.
DOCTOR: It sometimes seems to me that where the Master is concerned, whenever I win, I lose; whenever he loses, he wins.
[On the Master, as the drums beat and beat and beat... And then... They stop. And the Master finally closes his eyes.]
[The Doctor holds him, rocks him, weeping.]
COLIN: He got away with it, though. The Master.
DOCTOR: It sometimes seems to me that where the Master is concerned, whenever I win, I lose; whenever he loses, he wins.